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Never run headlong into the mist.	By : BlueSecretGarden Category: -Misc TV Shows > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is a non-profit fan fiction. I do not own the characters nor the fandom the Flash. It depicts explicit content between Barry/Snart, Flash/captain cold.

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- 1-Never run headlong into the mist.
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Author note; So I am kind of new here, and this is a story that has been trotting in my mind for a few days so I decided to just put it down on my computer and post it. It wasn't betaed, and I'm not an english native speaker so it is possible that some mistakes made it through my re-reading. Sorry about that, feel free to point them out or comment on the grammar and such so I can learn and I will correct them. Again, I do not own anything, not the characters, not the fandom, and no profits. Just this pervy plot.

This is a male/male story depicting Barry/Snart aka Flash/Captain Cold. ( With explicit content! ) Yeah, weird I know but I liked it ^^

Enjoy.

Never run headlong into the mist.

Barry's POV

God, how did it come to this again?

He is pretty accustomed to high body temperature, what with all the running at the speed of light, but this, this is another kind of temperature. Bloody drugs.

They had managed to corner another meta-human who worked as an underground dealer with the help of Snart. This one was a nasty piece of work whose specialty was drugs. Well, they thought it was drugs but it's a little more complicated than that.

-”What are you waiting for ? Run Scarlett!” Urges Snart from behind him.

He tries to use the speed, even a little, to run faster but all it does is pump the drugs in his bloodstream even faster. He gasps at the heat wave that takes over is senses and slides down a wall, dizzy. He vaguely hears the thief clucking his tongue exasperatedly before a strong arm hauls him up on a parka clad shoulder. Said shoulder turns around in a dizzying motion extracting a nauseated groan from him before it begins to rhythmically bounce him on it's bony self. He needs a few seconds to realize Snart is carrying him and running towards what he can only guess is the exit.

The last conscious thought to cross his mind is that his body is strangely warm for someone nicknamed Captain Cold.

Snart's POV

Shit! Now speedboy is out cold.

Not even smirking at his own unfortunate pun, the thief hesitated, watching alternatively the red clad slumped body, then the door out of which the fumes of an unknown substance comes out stronger and stronger. Thank god he thought ahead and brought a mask to protect him from any drug producing fumes. Why the red leather fan and his jolly band didn't think of it too, he will never know. He told them there would be drugs around, guess he should have precised that some of them could have an airborn effect. Does he have to think everything for these knuckleheads?!

He groans in frustration and bends down to retrieve his temporary ally from the ground. As soon as he's back at their labs, he is having a pay raise.

Barry's POV

He comes to as he is thrown non too gently on a bed in what he identifies as the infirmary at star labs after a few minutes blinking.

Muffled voices seem to be arguing around him as he tries to get his bearings, everything is blurry and moving.

A hand suddenly touches his arm and he gaps as goosebumps erupts all over his body. Is he completely out of it or did he moan just now?

His thoughts are scattered and his body is on fire, he is panting. He needs… god he doesn't know but he needs it badly, now! He claws at his clothes half conscious, trying to alleviate the heat. Hands grips his wrist and pin them down above his head and … Oh god! He needs! He needs! It aches. He hears himself moan like a common whore and arch his body sloppily.

Hard… he is hard… Why is he…

The hands continue to pin him down and he writhes, the places they touch him seems to radiate bolts of pleasure in his whole body. He is delirious with desire.

Snart's POV

They were stupid, the whole of them.

-”We have to run more tests! His vitals are erratic at best!” Said the curly lab rat, Caitlyn was it?

-”He has a high metabolism, he will process the drugs in no time.” Tries to reason the indian looking nerd.

-”Not in this quantity, obviously! Or he would have given signs of getting better already, something's wrong!” She is slightly panicking and twittering like a mouse.

Out the corner of my eye I can see speed scout blinking blearily at the ceiling. He has come to and none of these idiots remarked it.

-”Come on Caitlyn, he has been through worse, you know he can't even get drunk for more than 5 minutes. He will be fine.” He answers in uncertain optimism.

-”And I tell you something is wrong, this drug is too powerful, it shouldn't affect him that much, I have to run more tests!” She claims as she takes his arms to insert a syringe. The resulting gasp, whole body shudder and moan makes her drop it like a hot coal.

-”Barry? Barry, can you hear me?”

The speedster doesn't seem to understand a word, he looks around with glazed eyes, and writhe softly on the bed.

I take pity on the poor guy and come forward.

-”You're right, this isn't a common drug.”

They all turn to me with equals parts of wariness and hope.

-”What do you mean?”

-”It wasn't a simple drug dealer, it is a meta-human.” What are they? Kids?

-”Yes, we know that, he can produce drugs and toxic gas.”

-”Yes but I think it is more than that, I think he controls hormones and pheromones and uses them to control people.”

Caitlyn looks horrified while Indian boy didn't seem to catch it yet.

-”That is why he is so much affected..” She whispers in horror.

-”Yes, it probably completely derailed his own hormones production, affecting his whole body.”

-”Even his speed.” She concludes in an appalled voice.

-”So, how do we fix it?” Asks the other, … something-sco, Fresco? Was it? In a gulp.

-”In this case, I've already seen this kind of drug, the only way to stop the effects is to fulfill the hormones' goal.”

-”Which is?”

Just then Barry began to claw at his clothes, catching his own skin in the process, leaving angry red trails on his exposed skin in his struggle. None of the others seemed to react so Snart took it upon himself to stop the idiot from inflicting himself some more pain, pinning his wrists on the mattress. The speedster moaned brokenly and arched at the action, making the aroused state of a certain part of his anatomy perfectly clear to the cold villain. This same villain promptly sputtered and blushed at the action but quickly composed himself and drawled as if nothing was amiss.

-”I believe you have your answer.”

This time Fresco was the one who got it at once, turning beet red while the curly scientist looked at him in confusion.

-”He wants to get naked?”

Leonard rolled his eyes at her candor and replied cynically

-” Yes, of course, our enemy devised a diabolic drug to get his enemies naked! ….” He let her another minute to figure it out, still maintaining horny Barry down, but when all she did was looking at him incredulously and the other still seemed frozen on his spot he snapped; “No, obviously, right now he is gagging for sex.”

-”What?!?” She sputtered. “B-b-but...”

-”Yes, now, would you mind calling whoever he is seeing? Or a professional maybe?”

Fresco seemed to shake himself out of his catatonia and stared at the struggling pair on the bed.

-”He doesn't see anyone right now and how would we explain this to a professional? Much less take them here?” He reasons.

-”Well, you better figure something out quickly because Horny here has it bad.”

As if to confirm the Captain's words, Barry arched again, trying to get some friction and whimpered in disappointment when his hips didn't find anything. He fell back, panting and flushed on the bed.

-”We can't take anyone in here, we have to keep Barry's identity a secret.” States Frisco.

-”Cisco, his blood pressure is skyrocketing, look, we have to do something, now!”

Oh, Cisco then… I prefer Fresco. Though Snart detachedly.

Although they just said that, they stayed rooted in place, seemingly frozen on the spot.

Snart looked at either of them incredulously before rolling his eyes and stating;

-”I better get paid real good for this job.”

He gathered both wrists in his left hand, maintaining them out of the way then flung the covers aside the writhing body. He tore a stripe of fabric with his teeth and proceeded to tie the speedster's wrists to the bed frame. Once securely tied, he flung of his own coat and gloves, leaving him in a slightly loose long sleeves dark blue t-shirt and jeans. He zips down the red leather jacket and bunches up the fabric near the wrists, revealing a simple white t-shirt already rumpled up the speedster heaving chest. The simple actions caused a series of sinful moans to tumble out of Barry's mouth uncontrollably, goosebumps covered his torso and he shook slightly. Now with the covers and the jacket out of the way, the erection tenting the tight leather trousers was hard to miss. Focussed on his task, Snart run his hands down Barry's chest, eliciting another beautiful arch and moan, and freed the poor guy's desire from it confines. The broken yell it resulted in finally unfroze the two others who were watching all this transfixed until now.

-”Y-you're hurting him...” stuttered Caitlin.

-”No, these ridiculously tight pants were hurting him, now that the blood started flowing again, he is oversensitive, I had no choice.”

-”B-b-but, he wouldn'...”

-”The only way to expel the drug is for him to come, now do you want to do it? Be my guest!” He snarled at her. They both just stared at him wide-eyed so he turned back to his 'patient' with a huff. “that's what I thought.” He grumbled, slightly disgusted by their reaction to their supposed friend's predicament.

He carefully lowered his hand to Barry's painfully aroused sex and as soon as it made contact the brunette howled in both pleasure and pain as he came for the first time that night, still wearing his boxer. Tremors racked his body for a few minutes as he desperately tried to get air to his heaving lungs.

-”Shit, he is further gone than I thought.” Mumbled Cold.

-”It's okay now? He is finished right?” Babbled an incredibly embarassed Cisco.

-”No. Have you seen the amount of fumes he inhaled? It's insane that his heart is still beating. It should have given out by now if he were normal.”

He continued to disvest the brunette from his leather suit and Cisco could see that, indeed, his friend was still very much aroused. He averted his eyes in a blush.

-”So, w-what are you g-going to do now?” Asked Caitlyn in a squeak as Cisco mumbles “… not happening, I am SO not seeing my friend getting jerked off by Captain Cold...”

Clod didn't even deign to answer that stupid question and took the speedster erection back in hand. This time, he had to give it a few light strokes before the cries began again and Barry spilled himself for a second time thrashing on the bed and moaning brokenly, tears running down his cheeks. Even as he stopped thrashing, his erection didn't deflate, even a little.

-”Shit. Shit. Shit!!” Mumbled Cold.

-”Y-you can't continue to make him o-orgasm that fast, his heart will fail.” Stutters a beet red Caitlyn.

Snart could feel his jaw ticking.

-”Well..., if you're not satisfied with my methods… you can either do it yourself OR GET OUT OF THE BLOODY ROOM !!!” He bellowed at her. They both scampered out of the room but kept an eye on him through the looking glass.

He sighed in annoyance, and cracked his neck, trying to relax. It was not the idiot speedster's fault if his friends were incompetent prudes.

He looked down at the positively debauched looking flash and got thinking. The amount of orgasms necessary will probably kill him. He needs to make them more powerful, to expel more drug at once.

He frowned. Then sighted. It's not like Barry is unattractive, especially like this, but he is not exactly consentant so full intercourse, which would be the most effective, is out of question. He rubbed his hair in frustration and wiped the brunette's chest with the covers. Finally, he decides to go for more pleasurable but still not too intimate for the speedster. He bent down and licked a long stripe on the underside of the others erection. A long moan rewarded him. No longer painful then, that's good. He began to work his mouth in earnest, licking, kissing, sucking, extracting more and more lustful sounds from the other man. Sounds he never thought him capable of and that began to arouse him as well. A few minutes in, Barry's hips began to buck up in his mouth and he had to restrain them to the mattress to avoid getting choked. The moans were getting desperates and he knew he was close. He slowed down, trying to make it last as long as possible, trying to make the resulting orgasm as powerful as possible. Finally, as Barry was mewling in despair, he threw caution to the wind and deep throated him. The brunette screamed his release for a minute, thrashing and spasming even after the air left him and blacked out.

Snart spit the spunk out, not wanting to get drugged in return and sat up, heaving too, between the flash's long legs. Fuck, he was hard too now.

He looked over the two pervs and saw a very flushed Caitlyn and a open-mouthed, stumped Cisco looking back at him. He sneered at them, and they averted their gaze when they realized they had been caught staring for no reason. He chuckled, pervs' , and turned back to his horny speedster.

He jumped a little when he came in contact with two seemingly aware blue-gray eyes.

General POV

-”S-Snart?” He asks confused.

He tries sluggishly to sit up but the ties at his wrists make him fall back down, he looks up at them in confusion and tugs a little.

-”Wha… WhyamI...” He mumbled, looking around blearily. Then he falls back down exhausted and gasps as he feels himself hardening again. Fire coursing through his veins and making him lightheaded.

-”Whatizzapening?”

-”It's okay, you've been exposed to arousal enhancement drugs and pheromones.”

-”Burns… it burns.” he says, arching and twisting on the sheets.

-”I know.” He pauses and then turns Barry's chin towards him until he focuses on his eye. “The only way to expel the drug is to make you come.”

-”W-What?”

-”That's what I was doing, do you want me to continue?” He asks softly.

-”I, I don'… you have to...”

-”Touch you, yes.”

A small moan escapes the brunette at that and his eyes go wide at the sound. He is fully hard again.

-”Barry, I need your consent. I will help you, but not against your will.” He states seriously. The speedster is almost hyperventilating now.

-”The others...”

-”They are not fit to help you like this, but should you need me to stop, just call out to them and I'm sure they will be delighted to throw me in a cell.”

At that, the brunette surged forward as if he was going away now and he wanted to catch his wrist.

-”I'm not going anywhere, but I won't do anything unless you want me to.” He concluded while weaving his fingers gently in his hair. Barry closed his eyes in bliss at the touch and moaned again. Then his eyes flew open and he turned beet red.

-”Huh, I-I...”

-”I know, it's okay, it's the drug's fault.”

They stared at each other for a long time until Barry swallowed.

-”O-ok.” He murmured.

Snart hesitated a few more moments, observing his sincerity. Then he caught his chin again, forcing him to face his gaze again.

-”If you want to stop, just say so, and I will.” The speedster nodded and Cold threaded his hands in his hair again. His eyes rolled back, neck arching and moan tumbling from his lips. As soon as the sound began to pass them, he bit them in an attempt to muffle the indecent noises, in vain.

-”It's alright, just feel, forget everything else.” Cold whispered right next to his ear. The cold air on his flushed neck sending a shiver down his body and he arched more. Hands, deliciously warm, pleasure burning hands began to explore his torso as lips began to nip at his throat and he was lost.

All his world was reduced to were sensations.

Snart's POV

God, could he get any more debauched? This kind of face should be a sin.

Snart began his ministrations again. Careful not to go to quickly. He knew that the red suit boy wasn't into men so he tries to make himself as unintrusive as possible. He does foreplay for a long while, reducing the fierce flash to putty in his hands. The feeling was heady.

He was making his way down slowly when a voice came to his ears.

-”God, p-please, touch me, NOW.” The brunette pleaded in a shaky voice.

Fuck caution. He wolfed down the other's desire once more, eliciting another delicious cry of pleasure and began to blow him again.

Barry's POV

Warm. Warm, wet, ... pressure and oh god! How did he do that?! Fuck! Good, this is too good! Barry writhed on the bed, not caring anymore about the ridiculous concept of dignity, his whole being seemed concentrated in one point. Which was currently very hot under a very good mouth. The pleasure kept going higher and higher and he didn't know what was up or down anymore he was delirious, high on sensation overload. And still, the consciousness was sucked right out of his. Hell, his soul was probably sucked right through his dick right now. A deep ache began to make itself know. He didn't know where it came from, only that it was deep and inside and he needed… he needed… fuck!

He hadn't realized he was talking aloud but it didn't matter that it didn't make any sense to him because it obviously made sense to Snart. He feels something trace his entrance and gasps. He holds his breath, not knowing if he should stop him or not, torn between want and reason. His silence was taken for acquiescence and the finger went in, cautiously probing. His mouth went slack, eyes wide as his whole body grew taunt. The mouth still working on him and the finger stretching him, filling the ache and expanding it at the same time. The pleasure mounted again, alarmingly fast, until the finger touched a place inside that zapped his entire body with pleasure, pushing him over the edge in a strangled cry.

He came and came until black dots hovered in front of his eyes and his body slackened again, melting in the mattress. Fucking hell.

Snart's POV

Snart sat up again to spit and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. He remarks then that his t-shirt is covered in little spots of sperm and removes it. A moan attracts his attention and he sees the blown pupils of the flash, staring at his chest hungrily. His feels his eyebrows rise in surprise, that is unexpected, but not unwelcome.

He unbutton his jeans and Horny boy fixes his hands intensely, seemingly undecided between wanting him to get naked or not. But he was hard and the pressure was beginning to get painful.

-”Don't worry, just getting comfortable.”

The zip goes down and he hisses as his erection pops out a little, tenting his own boxers. He groans in relief and hears an answering groan tumble from the speedster's lips. He looks at the flushed face. The flash's eyes were trained on his tented boxers with what could only be described as refrained hunger.

-”Eyes up here Scarlett.” He can't help but drawl to tease. The brunette flushed in shame and averted his gaze. He gets on all four, arms either side of the speedster's head.

-”Kidding.”

Barry turns back to him in defiance and he swoops down taking his mouth in a lustful kiss. The brunette moans and kisses fiercely back for a moment before he seems to remember himself and back off, eyes wide.

-”Not bad for a straight guy.” The blush got even more pronounced.

-”Relax Scarlett, it's the drugs remember, nobody is going to hold it against you if you … enjoy yourself a little.” He drawls before sweeping down again for another kiss. The flash doesn't draw back this time, he looses himself in the kiss. After a while of that, Snart lowers his torso on his partners, making both of them gasp as their erections come into contact.

The brunette doesn't seem to care anymore as he wantonly buck his hips against the criminal's. The latest whose hips grind down in response, eliciting more moans from both parties.

-”F-fuck..” stutters Barry as his partner-in-sex grinds harder down on him. “N-not enough… I-I need...GAH!”

Not hesitating, the cold criminal heaves up the flash's hips in his lap, still grinding and inserts his finger back in from behind. Mouth slack and head thrown back, Barry begins to undulate as well as he can, grinding back on the finger. He whimpers as the finger retreat and looks up to see the captain squirting some lotion on his hand before said hand disappears back down and he feels two entering him.

-”Gosh! Ngh… bastard!”

-”yes, I like you too Scarlett.” Smirks Cold.

After another finger and a while of that, Barry whines.

-”Shit, … nh- not enough...”

-”unless you want my whole hand in there...” Drawls Cold.

-”N-no, but I need… fuck, please!” He is incoherent again, head thrashing and squirming on the bed. A fine sheen of sweat covers his torso and tears are pearling at the corners of his eyes again. He needs more, he needs to come.

Cold's eyes widen in understanding. Fuck. He retrieves his hands, earning a disappointed grunt and chucks off his jeans and boxers. He climbs back on the bed between the brunette's legs under his slightly panicked gaze. He lubes his erection as he comes close and takes his chin again.

-”Do you want to?”

The speedster only looks at him in panic.

-”I won't if you don't want to, but it's looks like you do so, again, do you want to?” He nudges his entrance with his own aching erection and Barry gasps. His legs come up and circle the other's hips, bringing his flush to his groin.

-”I-I want...”

He can't seem to bring himself to say it allowed but flexes his legs, squeezing Cold against him and it's good enough. The older one gets in position and slowly breaches in. Barry moans and arch again, throwing his head back and grinding his teeth. He gets impatient and flexes his legs again, taking Snart balls-deep in him with a shout.

-”Fuck! Not so fast idiot!” Grinds out Snart.

They tremble and try to catch their breath for a few moment until the younger whines a little and squirms, prompting the older to move. He goes slow and shallow at first, increasing the length of his strokes progressively until the speedster moans again in pleasure with each pump of his hips, drops of pre-cum dripping steadily from his shaft. He twists and tugs at his restrains until they snap, keeping his wrist together but no longer attached to the headboard. He loops his arms around Cold's neck and plants his nails in his shoulders. Snart's shaft is pumping hard into Barry, skin slapping loudly and bed squeaking until the assault. Under a particularly strong thrust, Barry howled and scratched his shoulders, drawing blood. Snart grunted loudly and pulled out before flipping the thrashing speedster over and lifting his hips. He plunged back in and the brunette arched his back in a cry, still dripping pre-cum all over the mattress.

-”F-fuck, so tight...”

The speedster began to roll back his hips, grinding back in the pumping erection behind him, trying to achieve completion.

-”Shut u-up, bastard.”

Snart used his own knees to widen both their stances and the resulting angle made him hit the others' prostrate dead on almost every stroke, prompting louder and louder moans from the writhing form below him. Snart reasserted his hold on the younger's hips and pumped deeper, the slaps of Barry's own rigid shaft on his stomach resounding loudly in the room. Pants and groans all you could hear from either of them, both too far gone to bother with decency. They were close.

Snart could feel himself loosing rhythm so he caught the younger's shoulder and drew him up, sitting

in his lap, back arching and plunging deeper and deeper, hitting his prostrate dead on. Barry screamed at the change of angle and squirted his release in shock. Snart wasn't far behind but continued to pump as deep and hard as possible into the taunt body, each pumps prolonging the other's orgams, another small rope of cum escaping at every thrust for another minute. Until finally he released inside the other slumping body, biting his shoulder, grunting and grinding slowly to milk his own release. Barry moaned at the feeling feebly, panting, trying to gain his breath back.

They panted for a few minutes, sitting slumped against each other. Barry's head thrown back on Snart shoulder panting as if he'd run a marathon and Snart's head buried in his neck near the bite mark, not fairing any better.

-”Fuck.” Said the speedster as his dick finally deflated with this last orgasm. Snart snorted in his neck and they chuckled at the ridiculousness of the situation. Before grimacing as the movement made Cold's softening cock slip out of Barry.

-”Ngh, … feel dizzy.” Mumbled barry, head lolling on his neck.

-”Wait.” Snart cleared his throat, voice raspy from the orgasm. He reached out with one arm, keeping the younger man against his chest with the other, and took the soiled under covers off the bed. Then he lowered the speedster's pliant body down on the mattress. Once comfortable, he let himself fall next to the others body with a grunt and sighed.

-”Next time, take a fucking gas mask.” He drawled sleepily. They both giggled again before falling asleep exhausted.

A few meters further, behind a looking glass, a new fangirl was born and a young boy was traumatized and passed out, mouth frothing.

The End.
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