Captain Cold / Weather Wizard
Title: Clarifications
Pairing: Captain Cold/Weather Wizard
Length: short
Rating: mature readers, maybe R
Summary: fill for a prompt on rarecomicskink - "Captain Cold/Weather Wizard, An argument leads to kissing, which leads to sex. Bonus if any of the other Rogues walk in. DOUBLE BONUS if Wally's the one who finds them." In this the kissing part is more or less skipped and DOUBLE BONUS is achieved :D
Woah, Wally thinks when he skids to a halt half-way into the warehouse-turned-hideout. Why is it that I get all the gay villains? And then he thinks, Wait, is that a homophobic thing to think? Damn, I liked it better when I didn't have to be PC about my enemies. And then, far too late, he thinks, Well, this is awkward.
A TV set lies smashed a few feet from the couch where Captain Cold is apparently in the process of doing things to Weather Wizard. Things that involve far too few clothes and far too much touching for Wally's taste. He never ever wanted to interrupt a Rogue make-out session, unless perhaps if it involved the Golden Glider somehow.
At least Cold is reliably true to character by pointing a freeze gun at him and growling, "Flash!" by way of saying hello. That is good. Wally can follow that script. He almost gets as far as telling them why he's here when he notices several other things about them. First of all, Cold is multitasking rather impressively - with the hand that isn't holding Wally at gunpoint, he's pinning one of Weather Wizard's wrists to the couch. Secondly, while Cold is still mostly dressed (which is unsurprising, after all, the man wears a parka in August, so why would he take it off for this?) Weather Wizard is completely naked - his mask is thrown over the arm of the couch, and his costume lies crumpled on the rug among the beer bottles. This, Wally supposes, is the lesser evil - compared to Cold, Mardon is slender and almost girly in build, and for a man, not exactly hard on the eyes. But speaking of eyes: Mardon has a bruise on his left one that is almost certainly going to turn into a black eye, and Wally would bet that the Captain has the matching scrapes on his knuckles. Finally, Cold is pointing his gun at Wally, armed and ready, whereas Weather Wizard's wand lies several feet away under a smashed chair.
"Is everything alright?" Wally asks with a frown.
"What?" Cold grunts very eloquently, his expression turning from tense to puzzled.
To both their surprise, Mardon laughs quietly. "I think the Flash is asking me, Len."
"You?"
"Think about what this looks like," Mardon says, gesturing vaguely with his free hand. Of the three of them, he seems the least concerned, but then, his only settings seem to be freakishly calm and hysterical.
Cold looks as if he's about to say something very rude, but then he gets it, and his frown turns into a snarl directed at Wally. "Don't you fucking think for a moment I would ever do that to one of my own," he says with such force that Wally can but raise his hands in hasty defence.
"Sorry, man, it does look pretty bad!"
"It is, at this point, entirely consensual," Mardon says, still soft-spoken.
"At this point?" Cold huffs.
"It wasn't when you were threatening to split my skull with an empty beer bottle for breaking the TV."
"You beat each other up over a TV set?" Wally asks, before remembering that yes, they're criminals, and not exactly the reasonable sort, either.
"It's settled now," Cold mutters.
"We've found different forms of entertainment," Mardon adds with a thin smile.
"Which'd damn better be good."
"You can always go back to beating me up, Len."
"Not sure it makes a difference to you, freak."
"It does to you, though," Weather Wizard says coyly, and god, where is his hand going? Wally doesn't want to know.
Cold seems to think along the same lines. "Not in front of the Flash," he warns.
"You know," Wally says, "I think I'm going to go look for... some other Rogues. Mirror Master, maybe. Or the Trickster. I bet his hijinks are family friendly."
"That's very considerate of you, Flash," Mardon mocks quietly, and they both watch him zoom out of there.
"I like it when you get all protective," Mardon says in that same gentle tone that absolutely doesn't give away that he's rocking his hips up against Cold's like a little bitch in heat.
"Yeah?"
"Fuck me," Mardon smiles. "Come on. Like this. While you're angry."
So this, Cold thinks, is why Mardon always sticks around when everyone else gets a fucking clue and stays out of his way. It isn't just some stupid sense of loyalty. The arrogant little bastard likes it rough. Well, that's the way he's going to get it.
But first Cold gets up. Roots around on the floor for a bottle that isn't empty, and after a swig, picks Mardon's wand up from the floor and puts it next to the couch, within easy reach. Then he puts down his gun next to it. "Among Rogues," he says, "we play fair. Is that clear? Rough but fair."
Pairing: Captain Cold/Weather Wizard
Length: short
Rating: mature readers, maybe R
Summary: fill for a prompt on rarecomicskink - "Captain Cold/Weather Wizard, An argument leads to kissing, which leads to sex. Bonus if any of the other Rogues walk in. DOUBLE BONUS if Wally's the one who finds them." In this the kissing part is more or less skipped and DOUBLE BONUS is achieved :D
Woah, Wally thinks when he skids to a halt half-way into the warehouse-turned-hideout. Why is it that I get all the gay villains? And then he thinks, Wait, is that a homophobic thing to think? Damn, I liked it better when I didn't have to be PC about my enemies. And then, far too late, he thinks, Well, this is awkward.
A TV set lies smashed a few feet from the couch where Captain Cold is apparently in the process of doing things to Weather Wizard. Things that involve far too few clothes and far too much touching for Wally's taste. He never ever wanted to interrupt a Rogue make-out session, unless perhaps if it involved the Golden Glider somehow.
At least Cold is reliably true to character by pointing a freeze gun at him and growling, "Flash!" by way of saying hello. That is good. Wally can follow that script. He almost gets as far as telling them why he's here when he notices several other things about them. First of all, Cold is multitasking rather impressively - with the hand that isn't holding Wally at gunpoint, he's pinning one of Weather Wizard's wrists to the couch. Secondly, while Cold is still mostly dressed (which is unsurprising, after all, the man wears a parka in August, so why would he take it off for this?) Weather Wizard is completely naked - his mask is thrown over the arm of the couch, and his costume lies crumpled on the rug among the beer bottles. This, Wally supposes, is the lesser evil - compared to Cold, Mardon is slender and almost girly in build, and for a man, not exactly hard on the eyes. But speaking of eyes: Mardon has a bruise on his left one that is almost certainly going to turn into a black eye, and Wally would bet that the Captain has the matching scrapes on his knuckles. Finally, Cold is pointing his gun at Wally, armed and ready, whereas Weather Wizard's wand lies several feet away under a smashed chair.
"Is everything alright?" Wally asks with a frown.
"What?" Cold grunts very eloquently, his expression turning from tense to puzzled.
To both their surprise, Mardon laughs quietly. "I think the Flash is asking me, Len."
"You?"
"Think about what this looks like," Mardon says, gesturing vaguely with his free hand. Of the three of them, he seems the least concerned, but then, his only settings seem to be freakishly calm and hysterical.
Cold looks as if he's about to say something very rude, but then he gets it, and his frown turns into a snarl directed at Wally. "Don't you fucking think for a moment I would ever do that to one of my own," he says with such force that Wally can but raise his hands in hasty defence.
"Sorry, man, it does look pretty bad!"
"It is, at this point, entirely consensual," Mardon says, still soft-spoken.
"At this point?" Cold huffs.
"It wasn't when you were threatening to split my skull with an empty beer bottle for breaking the TV."
"You beat each other up over a TV set?" Wally asks, before remembering that yes, they're criminals, and not exactly the reasonable sort, either.
"It's settled now," Cold mutters.
"We've found different forms of entertainment," Mardon adds with a thin smile.
"Which'd damn better be good."
"You can always go back to beating me up, Len."
"Not sure it makes a difference to you, freak."
"It does to you, though," Weather Wizard says coyly, and god, where is his hand going? Wally doesn't want to know.
Cold seems to think along the same lines. "Not in front of the Flash," he warns.
"You know," Wally says, "I think I'm going to go look for... some other Rogues. Mirror Master, maybe. Or the Trickster. I bet his hijinks are family friendly."
"That's very considerate of you, Flash," Mardon mocks quietly, and they both watch him zoom out of there.
"I like it when you get all protective," Mardon says in that same gentle tone that absolutely doesn't give away that he's rocking his hips up against Cold's like a little bitch in heat.
"Yeah?"
"Fuck me," Mardon smiles. "Come on. Like this. While you're angry."
So this, Cold thinks, is why Mardon always sticks around when everyone else gets a fucking clue and stays out of his way. It isn't just some stupid sense of loyalty. The arrogant little bastard likes it rough. Well, that's the way he's going to get it.
But first Cold gets up. Roots around on the floor for a bottle that isn't empty, and after a swig, picks Mardon's wand up from the floor and puts it next to the couch, within easy reach. Then he puts down his gun next to it. "Among Rogues," he says, "we play fair. Is that clear? Rough but fair."