This is a futurefic of sorts. Hope you like. And when I say future I mean after the whole Tommy-Laurel-Oliver saga :)

Oliver:

Oliver was possessed by a rage he hadn't felt in a long time; it was riding him hard and he had no idea what to do with it. Failure was not something he could handle, but tonight the feel of it was especially potent. It ate as his control and he found himself beating the shit out of his Wing Chun. It wasn't helping. In fact, it was making him worse. With a roar he flung his bamboo sticks across the room. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"Another roar ripped from his throat. He grabbed the closet table in a white knuckled grip and flipped it over. And another. And another.

"Oliver? Oliver?! What is going on?" Felicity's voice barely penetrated his senses, but he paused long enough to pin her with a glare. Another table meet its demise. "What are you doing? Stop it. Stop!" She knew better than to try physically restraining him, but she moved so she was standing in front of him.

"Get out of my way," he growled low in his throat. He was not in the mood to act like a human tonight. It was exhausting having to constantly mask the animal in him.

"Not until you tell me what's going on." She crossed her arms over her chest and tried to stare him down. He smirked, although it looked more like a snarl. Poor little Felicity, trying to face down the big bad wolf. Her hair was down. She didn't wear it that way very often, but when ever she did the urge to sink his hands into it increased.

"And why would I want to do that?" He took a menacing step towards her. "Do you understand what it is to take a life? Do you understand what it is to have your life ripped away from so that you can be remade into this." He banged his fist against his chest and took another step closer. "Huh, Felicity? Do want to hear about how many people I've killed?" He waited, watching a number of emotions shift across her face. She didn't say anything, but she didn't move either. "I killed another one today. That brings the total to…" He pretended to think about it. "Too many to count."

"What happened, Ollie? Is this about Diggle?" She was so full of concern for him, so familiar. She wasn't cowering away from him. She wasn't afraid of him, but she should be. Ollie? She called him Ollie; as if she was his friend. As if she cared about him, but why would she? Why should she? He was a killer. Plain and simply put. Before the Island he'd been reckless, spoilt, privileged, but he had wanted to find his niche. He'd wanted to discover what he was good at. The Island had presented him with the opportunity to explore his talents… The thing that he was good at…. The gift he had found, that defined him, was death.

He was good at death.

He had died on the Island, over and over.

He had killed on the Island, over and over.

Death was his gift.

Death was his life.

It was actually quite poetic if you thought about it, but Oliver wasn't the poetic type. He was the moody, rage-against-the-world type. He was the type that faced with an emotional crisis lashed out at those closet to him. Felicity was one of those people and she was here. She was here and he was angry and he needed someone to feel the sting of it.

"You think we're friends? Right? You think you know me? You think that underneath The Hood, that I'm a good guy." With each word he forced past his gritted teeth, he crowded her until her back hit the wall. He saw the fear on Felicity's face, but was to far gone to reign in his temper. She needed to understand what kind of monster she was friends with. What kind person he was underneath the falsehoods. If he had to scare her in order to get her to keep her distance then that was what he would do. "On that Island, my prison, I did things that would make you ashamed to call me friend. I became a monster, a machine. I learned to kill without feeling and then I forgot how to feel."

Oliver slammed his fists into the wall at either side of Felicity's head. She flinched, her glasses slipping down her nose. "What are you doing?" She spoke softly, almost timidly and Oliver's face hardened. He didn't deserve a friend like Felicity. He didn't deserve her kindness or softness. He didn't deserve the way she looked at him, especially lately. It made him want things he could never have. Things he didn't deserve. He needed to scare her away before she got hurt. He was good at that to; hurting people.

"I am trying to show you who I am." He breathed the words in her ear, the scruff of his jaw rough against her soft cheek. "I'm trying to show you that I am not the hero. I'm the thing people fear in the night. I am the thing shadows are made of. I am the thing you know you need to be afraid of."

"I'm not afraid of you." There was an inch of space separating there bodies and Oliver closed the distance. He wanted to throw her off-balance, intimidate her, and make her hate him. Hate was an emotion he could deal with. He wasn't, however, prepared for the violent reaction his body had at being so close to Felicity, her small body dwarfed by his. She fit against him in just the right way, her warmth seeping into his chilled flesh. Over the years, he couldn't deny that they had become friends. She'd been there, always there. She'd put up with his mood swings and sociopathic tendencies. She'd fought him when she thought he was going down the wrong path and tried to keep him on the straight and narrow. She made him smile. Hell, she even made him laugh sometimes, but he would lose that if she stayed.

"You should be," he corrected her, his right hand finding its way to her throat. He stroked his thumb up and the down the column of her neck, feeling her swallow. "Being around me isn't good for you. It's too dangerous."

"Ollie, Diggle is going to be okay." Of course she was going to try and make him feel better. Sweet, sweet Felicity. Always trying to make me feel better, make me human. "You heard the doctors. The Dark Archer missed his heart. His going to live."

Oliver pushed away from her with another roar and this time one of her precious computer screens shattered against the far wall. "Don't you see? Don't you see that if it weren't for me that Diggle would never have been so close to dying! It's my fault! My fault! I couldn't stop it! I wasn't fast enough, good enough. He could have died and it would have been my fault!" He stalked back toward her, pressing against her once again. He yanked her glasses off her face and threw them across the room, before taking her face in his hands. "Do you feel these hands Felicity? These hands almost cost Diggle his life. I do not want the same thing for you!"

The rage that had been riding him morphed into an almost desperate need to punish. Without any warning he pressed his lips to Felicity's. His kiss was ferocious, almost pummelling as he poured every pent up emotion he had ever had into it. He was fleetingly surprised when she matched him, her tongue battling with his as he nipped at her lips in reproach. She wasn't supposed to react like this. She wasn't supposed to gently drag her nail along his scalp and down the back of his neck. He wasn't supposed to grab her by the hips so forcefully that he knew she have bruises and wrap her legs around his. She certainly wasn't supposed to suck on his tongue like that or make those little moans in the back of her throat when he managed to pull his mouth away from hers so that he could suck and bite his way down her throat. His right hand teased the buttons of her dress open slowly, so that he could revel in the fact that he was undressing Felicity. Something he had dreamed about for far too long. He kissed each piece of pale skin that was revealed to him. "Oliver," she gasped, when he took a detour to scrape his teeth over the top of her breast. Her small hands grabbed his face and dragged him back to her mouth for another drugging kiss. He couldn't resist the thrust of his hip as they found the spot that made Felicity's head to fall back against the wall, a loud moan escaping her lips. Oliver took the opportunity to go back to his original task of tasting every inch of Felicity's skin, starting with those pretty breasts of hers. He dragged his tongue over the skin exposed at the top of her bra, before sucking her nipple through the fabric. "Oh God, Ollie." Her voice was rough and thick with lust and Oliver found himself getting harder if that was even possible. He ground his erection against her, as he switched his attention to her other nipple and another moan filled the silence of the Arrow Cave. Her hands weren't idle either. She stroked and kneaded every inch of skin she could reach, her touch lessening the rage and allowing other more pleasurable emotions to take its place. But with the lessening of his rage, logic started to set in and he realized exactly what he was doing to Felicity. He was mauling her, like some kind of animal.

Felicity, as perceptive as she was to his moods, sensed the change in him. She clasped both sides of his face and firmly dragged his head up so that he had no choice but to look her in the eye. "Don't you dare retreat. You are not a monster. You can't scare me away that easily." She leaned forward; keeping her eyes opened and softly kissed his lips. Oliver barely responded, but couldn't bring himself to let her go. Put her down. Stop this before it goes too far. She's better off without you. She rubbed her hands over his hair and Oliver closed his eyes in appreciation. She kissed his forehead, his closed eyelids, his cheeks, his nose and finally his lips again. Once, twice, three times, she kissed him and then she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. Oliver growled low in his throat, her thumb rubbing over one his nipples and he found himself taking control again.

He yanked his mouth away from hers, but not to stop, never to stop. "Felicity, I need - " He needed to be inside her, needed to feel her warmth surround him. He couldn't get the words out. He didn't want to taint her.

"What is it Ollie? What do you need?" Her breathing was laboured as she spoke, but they both moaned aloud when she rubbed herself along the length of his straining erection. "Is that what you need?" She bit his earlobe and Oliver's eyes rolled back in his head as she rubbed herself against him again. He could feel how wet she was for him, her scalding heat penetrating the layers that separated them. "Felicity," he growled, against her throat, his right hand slipping up under dress to cup her through her panties. They were drenched in wetness that belong to him, was only ever going to be for him. He couldn't deny it anymore, couldn't shake his head and make his feelings disappear. He wanted this woman so badly he was willing to go against all of his instincts to have her. She was his and nobody, nobody, would ever take that away from him. He couldn't wait anymore. "Felicity, I need to be inside you." He ripped the sides of her panties as he spoke. "I hope you weren't fond of those." Felicity could only shake her head as his mouth found her once again. The next few seconds were a haze of intoxicating kisses, rough touches, grasping hands, moans and finally, finally Oliver, found himself at the gateway to a life changing experience. Felicity locked eyes with him, as she slowly sank down on to his cock. "I promise next time I'll go slow, but I can't Felicity, not tonight." She smiled softly at him and he was so grateful that she understood him so well. In one quick motion he thrust into her until he was buried to the hilt, Felicity scream of pleasure echoing in his ears. She wrapped her arms around his neck for purchase, mashing there bodies together, as he continued to thrust in and out of her, expelling the demons that had plagued him. She was his safe spot. She was his to protect, to care for, and to love. He'd stood in his own way for far too long.

"Ollie! Oliver, oh God." She bit down on his shoulder, her walls clenching his cock as she fell apart in his arms, his name on her lips. "Felicity," he groaned, following over into the abyss. He sank to the floor still buried inside if her, his body perfectly relaxed for the first time in forever. She lay limp against his chest, her expression that of a satisfied female.

"I'm sorry," he finally choked out, his fingers in her hair.

"About the computer screen? Yeah, it's a damn travesty. You'll just have to buy me a new one." Oliver spluttered a laugh, before it became a full bellied one. Felicity pulled back to grin at him.

"I roar and shout at you and that's what you think I have to apologize for?"

"You see I understand that you were upset about Diggle and that you thought the very same thing could happen to me, but worse and you put on your 'grrr' face to try and scare me away. Sound about right?"

"About right, yeah."

"Well, moody boy, you'll come to realise that I don't scare so easily."

"Yeah," he said, placing a kiss on her lips. "I'm staring to see that."