title: Dirty Need
fandom: DC Comics
characters/pairings: Wally/Piper
rating: G/Teen
warnings: anonymous sex, vampirism
summary: Piper finds he is not alone.
notes: this is for... Flying Solo! her ficlet for the Bloody Kisses Giveaway. ^_^ and since i'm not familiar with Flash continuity, we will place this firmly in AU-land, and well before any of the current topsy-turvy happenings can interfere. ^_~

He staggered down the alley, feeling dirty, feeling weak. He shouldn't have done that. He knew that he shouldn't have done that. He stopped in a dark patch, resting his back up against the cool bricks. He was stupid, and slutty, and it was no wonder that no one loved him...

He fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, making sure they were all done and in the correct order. He'd been so damned easy. He'd barely had two drinks, barely finished one dance. Just a quick, dirty fuck in the bathrooms, no names exchanged, no numbers passed out, just turn around, drop your pants, and press your face against the bathroom stall.

Stupid, stupid, stupid... He knew better than this! He knew better than to slouch off to some sleazy dive and wear tight jeans with a button fly, no flap to cover the buttons, like he was showing off his groin the whole night. Knew better than to take off his clothes for a stranger, to only belatedly remember the condom, to let strange hands grope and grab him while he was being taken like a cheap whore...

Hartley Rathaway sunk to the ground. He felt lower and dirtier than when he was a felon. Stupid...


He froze. It couldn't be... Not here. Never here... He kept his hands over his face and hoped and hoped and hoped and hoped and hoped that it was just his imagination, just a bad hallucination brought on by bad sex and regret...

Warm hands wrapped around his wrists, and revealed his face.

He wanted to fall through the pavement.

"What are you doing here?"

Such innocence in those pretty eyes, such honesty in that deep, resonant voice... Wally was so beautiful. So caring. So giving.

So taken. So straight.

"Are you all right? No one hurt you, did they?"

He pulled away, but he had nowhere to go but against the bricks. "Just... Just leave me alone..."


He tried to squirm away from Wally, but it was no use. It seemed that the other man was in his way before he even knew what his way was, which wasn't surprising, really, all things considered. He didn't want to lash out, didn't want to be cruel, but he wanted some air, wanted to be able to breathe again. "What the hell are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn't you be at home with Linda?"

Wally leaned back on his heels, abashed. "I was... I was looking for you, actually. Following your scent. I can't... I can't go home to Linda..." Wally reached out and took his hands, held them tight in his own.

He wanted to scream, wanted to cry, wanted to pass out or die... "What? Why not?"

Wally looked away. "Something... has happened to me. I'm... I'm not sure what to do, really. Will you help me, Piper?"

If he had any power to deny Wally anything, if he had any strength of resistance at all, he did not know where he kept it. "Of course, Wally. I'd do anything for you."

"Anything?" Wally asked sharply, leaning close enough for him to feel the tingle that came right before the contact.

He blinked just once, just exhaling, "Anything."

"I'm so sorry... But I need..." Wally moved too fast, too fast, always too fast...

Piper sank into his arms, his eyes lolling back in his head, feeling his heat, his life, his love pouring out of his neck and into Wally's mouth. It only just occurred to him in these last moments that Wally had found him by scent.

He opened his eyes slowly, feeling very drowsy, like he could sleep for another millennia. He was naked. He was in a bed. He was not alone.

Wally was playing with long strands of his strawberry-blonde hair. "Good evening."

"Hey," Piper croaked.

"I'm sorry..." Wally sighed. "I didn't... I didn't want to be alone. I'm sorry."

Piper shrugged, smiling brightly. He felt new and clean, totally remade. "'Sokay. Neither did I."