A/N: No your eyes do not deceive you, I am indeed back with a new chapter! This chapter is short, but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless!

Chapter 7

Oliver fired at the target, allowing a smile of satisfaction to cross his face as the arrow impacted in the center of the bullseye. It was the only smile he had allowed himself in the past five hours. The newly minted Head of the Demon had excused himself from the table just after authorizing Malcolm Merlyn's death, if that was indeed necessary. The man who was both Ra's Al Ghul and Oliver Queen had found his way to the training room in the lower levels of Nana Parbat. He had given orders that he not be disturbed by anyone, and then he had begun to fire his bow at the target, hitting the bullseye every single time. And while his body was going through the motions he had practiced dozens of times over the last several years of his life, his mind was focused elsewhere. He was thinking, planning out his next move. He laughed quietly. Planning had never been his strong suit. But over the last several years, that had changed. He had changed. There was almost no trace of the boy who had taken Sara Lance on the Queen's Gambit. Almost. He had come to terms with the fact that Sara had made her own choice regarding that fateful day, the day that set in motion the events that led to their present circumstances. What he couldn't come to terms with was his own decision to return Sara to Starling and potentially place her square in Malcolm's crosshairs. Tactically, he knew it was the right decision. Sara and Nyssa would begin investigating the List as well as Malcolm's failure to complete the mission Nyssa's father had assigned to him. The return of Sara Lance to Starling would also pave the way for his own resurrection after he and Talia had concluded their business with Anatoli. But the small part of him that was still that boy that had gone on the Gambit five years ago hated the fact that Sara was being placed in danger on his orders, and the worst part was that he wouldn't be there to watch her back. Oh he knew Nyssa was capable of watching Sara's back. She was the daughter of the former Ra's Al Ghul, and sister to the woman who had completed the training Oliver had started with Slade Wilson. But it still wasn't the same as being by Sara's side.

"Penny for your thoughts." Sara said as she walked into the training room.

"I gave strict orders not to be disturbed. By anyone." He said without turning around.

"But I'm not just anyone, am I Oliver?" She replied, walking over to him.

"What do you want Sara?" He asked, his words coming out colder than he had intended. He had told Talia that he wanted to talk to Sara, to see where they stood, but now ...Now that he was alone with her, he couldn't look at her.

"I want to make sure that you're okay Oliver. I know that what we learned about Malcolm was a lot to take in, but-"

"But what Sara? I gave the order didn't I? If it's necessary, Malcolm will be put down." He said with finality, still not turning to face her.

"Look at me." She said quietly.

"Look at me." She repeated, and he slowly turned to face her.

"Whatever Malcolm may or may not be is not your fault. You couldn't have possibly known what he would become."

"I know that." He replied quietly.

"Then why-"

"Why am I here shooting arrows, trying to plan for every eventuality? Because now, I have to put you in harm's way a second time, and while you may have chosen to come on the Gambit, I am the one who is ordering you to return to Starling. I am the one putting the woman I love in harm's way."

"Do you trust me?" She asked softly.

"Of course I trust you."

"I mean, do you trust me to handle myself?" She said, walking over to the far wall and picking up two bo staffs.

"I trust that the League has trained you well."

"Let's see how well." She replied, throwing him one of the staffs. He caught it, following her over to the training mat.

"Ladies first." He said with a grin which she returned before charging him. He stood his ground, allowing her to come to him.

She swung her staff at his head in an obvious feint, so rather than attempt to block the strike, Oliver rolled forward, moving his staff in an upward strike towards her midsection. Sara leapt back, avoiding the strike and landing on her feet with an easy grace at the same moment that Oliver came to his feet. This time it was his turn to strike first, and he attacked with a series of strikes aimed at forcing Sara to give ground more than anything else. He didn't want to finish their sparring match just yet. He wanted to see just how good Sara was.

Sara slowly moved back, keeping her eyes opened for the slightest hint of a tell from the newly minted Ra's Al Ghul, some hint as to how she could break through his guard. His form was impressive, almost perfect. To most, it would seem as if he had spent his entire life wielding a bo staff. But Sara Lance had spent years training with the bo staff. While she had received training in other weapons as part of her training with the League, the weapon she held in her hand was what she preferred to use, what she had mastered.

So when Oliver's next strike connected with her right shoulder Sara moved backwards a step, while simultaneously twisting the staff in her hands. The bo staff separated into two pieces, Sara using the one in her left hand to block Oliver's next strike, while the one in her right was thrown towards his throat. Oliver stepped back to avoid the incoming projectile, bringing his staff up to knock it from the air. However, no sooner had it been sent higher into the air than Sara jumped up, catching it in her hand. She landed in a crouch and came up on her feet, locking eyes with Oliver, who just smiled before attacking again.

His attacks were even fiercer than they had been previously, the man's temporary surprise at Sara's new method of attack fading in an instant as their weapons clashed again and again. Sara caught his bo staff between the two pieces she held in her hand's when he sent a particularly hard strike at her head. She crossed her arms and then pushed, sending his staff flying from his hand. However, Oliver didn't let that slow him for an instant.

He lashed out with a front kick to her midsection, his right foot catching her in the stomach just before the pieces of her staff could come down to block his strike. As Sara stumbled back, Oliver lashed out with his right hand, striking her left wrist. His blow wouldn't cause any permanent damage, but it was enough to force her to drop the piece of the staff she held in her palm. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her forward at the same moment he used his left leg to sweep her legs out from under her. She landed on her back, and Oliver was on her in an instant, his body pinning her to the mat, his arm pressing down on her throat.

"Yield." He said quietly, removing his arm so she could speak.

"I yield." She said with a smile before leaning up and kissing him. He kissed her back for a moment before pulling away.

"Oliver. Don't stop. Please, I-"

"I love you Sara. However, I also have feelings for Talia-"

"And I love Nyssa, just as I love you. Now let me tell you what I told her. I don't want to choose. Please, let me have you both."

He looked into her eyes, seeing the truth of her words in her eyes. Then he leaned down and kissed her hungrily., only breaking the kiss when Sara pulled his shirt above his head. She licked her lips at the sight of his abs, unable to stop herself from leaning up and planting kisses on them. Then she ran her tongue up and down them before pulling away so she could pull her own shirt over her head, revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were capped with beautiful pink nipples that were just begging to be sucked.

"Not yet." Sara said, seeing the hunger in his eyes. She stood up and stepped back, pulling her pants down to reveal her beautiful pussy surrounded by a bush of blonde hair. She turned around, giving Oliver a look at her best feature. While she had gorgeous breasts and a beautiful pussy, the feature Sara was most proud of was her heart-shaped ass. She reached back, smacking her left asscheek before stepping back and grinding her ass against Oliver's still-clothed cock. She groaned when she felt his erection pressing against her ass, feeling her pussy start to drip as she imagined how he would stretch her.

As it turned out, she didn't have long to wait, as Oliver grabbed her hips and pushed her to the floor, pulling off his pants before kneeling behind her and spreading her ass cheeks.

"You teased me with this ass Sara. So I'm going to fuck it, and make it mine, and then I'm going to do the same thing to the rest of your holes." He whispered, and she shivered at his words.

"Yes Ollie. Do it, fuck my ass! Don't be gentle, just shove it up my OHH FUCK! FUCK!" Sara screamed as all ten inches of Oliver's cock were shoved into her ass, his hips resting against her buttocks.

"Fuck Sara! Such a tight fucking ass." Oliver groaned, feeling her ass tighten around his cock.

"It's been too long since you fucked me Ollie. You remember the last time you fucked my ass? You shoved me up against the wall of the Gambit and fucked my ass again and again until I begged you to let me cum. Well I want you to do that again stud. I want you to fuck my ass over and over until I beg to cum!"

Oliver didn't respond, choosing instead to pull his hips back and then slam them forward, making Sara groan. He did this over and over, increasing his pace until it sounded as though Sara's ass was being spanked, grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair and yanking her head back when a scream escaped her lips.

"Do you want something whore?" He asked, Sara feeling her cunt gush at the dirty talk. She had always loved being treated like a fucktoy by Oliver when they had sex. It turned her on.

"Please...let me...let me CUM!" Sara screamed, feeling his balls smacking against her.

"I'll do anything, just please…"

"Then you do it." Oliver said, pulling his cock from her ass and moving to lay down on the mat.

"You come over here and fuck your ass on my cock, and I'll rub that pretty pussy of your's until you cum." He demanded, and Sara grinned. An instant later she was lowering her ass on his dick, groaning in pleasure as her ass was stretched out again. She began bouncing her ass up and down his cock, moving slowly until he smacked her left ass cheek.

"Faster." He said, and she increased her pace at the same moment Oliver reached around her and rubbed his finger up and down her wet slit.

"OH yes!" Sara screamed when his finger entered her cunt, her pussy clenching around the invading digit.

"Faster." He said, using a second finger to rub her clit. Sara felt her orgasm approaching, forcing herself to bounce her ass faster and faster on his cock.

"Oliver I, I...I"M CUMMING!" Sara screamed, feeling her orgasm erupt as Oliver's second finger joined his first inside her cunt.

No sooner had her orgasm ended then Oliver's fingers were at her lips. Sara opened her mouth and sucked on his fingers, enjoying the taste of her pussy on her lips.

"Sara I'm close. Where do you want it?" He groaned, feeling his own orgasm approaching.

"On my face! Cum on my fucking face! Paint your whore with your cum!" She begged, pulling her ass of his dick and getting down on her knees. She opened her mouth and sucked his cock, wanting to taste his cock before he gave her the facial she so desperately wanted. She licked her tongue around his head before taking him to the base, moaning as she tasted her own ass on his dick. She felt his balls tightened and pulled back just as his cum exploded from his cock. One shot landed on her forehead, and another landed on each of her cheeks. Some of his cum even landed in her hair, while another hit her chin. The final shot of his cum landed in her open mouth, the blonde slurping it down before using her fingers and tongue to get the cum on her chin. She scooped it into her mouth, moaning at the taste of his seed.

"I'd forgotten how good you tasted." She said with a naughty grin, which he returned.

"Now it my turn to remember how good you taste." He replied, and she smiled before standing up and spreading her legs.

A/N: So kind of a weird place to stop it, I know, but I wanted to have this chapter up tonight given how long it's been since I posted. The next chapter will be the end of the smut scene and Oliver and Talia's trip to Russia. Please read and review, the next chapter will be up soon!