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Iris West-Allen, as the most well-known reporter on the topic of the Flash, was not a stranger to being kidnapped. She’d been kidnapped by metahuman traffickers, she’d been kidnapped by supervillains, she’d even been kidnapped (or, well, “kidnapped”) by a group of dumbass teenagers who wanted to meet the Flash. She knew how kidnappings went.
They didn’t normally go like this.
“Hello, Scarlet.”
Iris gave Barry a wave from where she was lounging amidst mounds of jewels and gold on a pile of plush and no doubt insanely expensive rugs and Barry made an adorable little squeaking noise, mouth hanging open as he looked Iris over, taking her in. Len made a pleased little noise, then purred, “Isn’t she just stunning, Scarlet? All dressed up in silk and diamonds and rubies… Truly a work of art.”
Iris rolled her eyes fondly, taking a sip of water from the ridiculous solid gold chalice that Len had brought her when she mentioned being thirsty, and Barry squeaked, “That- That is a lot of, uh… jewelry.”
Iris raised an eyebrow, then answered, “It’s Len. What did you expect, a sensible amount of jewelry?”
“I- You-”
Barry’s eyes tracked over Iris and even from halfway across the room, Iris could see that his pupils were blown wide as he stared at her. Iris had to admit, it felt nice being the center of such rapturous attention from Barry and Len and the thought that she was enough to slow Barry’s ever-racing brain down that much was distinctly appealing. She took another sip of water, then mentally shrugged and let herself lean into the shenanigans, giving Barry a coy look and teasing, “Oh, Flash, won’t you rescue me from this terrible supervillain? I’ll do anything to pay you back.”
Barry made another adorable little squeaking sound and Len circled around Barry, then loosely wrapped his arms around Barry’s waist and trailed his fingers over Barry’s belly lightly, crooning, “Well, Scarlet? Aren’t you going to rescue the lady?”
Barry opened and closed his mouth, then squeaked, “I- Wha-”
Len chuckled, then gave Barry a gentle push, sending Barry stumbling forward. Barry dropped to his knees beside Iris, eyes roaming over her, and Iris stretched her leg out just to watch Barry’s eyes track the movement. The delicate silk sheet that was the only stitch of fabric that Iris had on shifted with the movement and Barry’s eyes scanned over her, taking in her bare skin and the countless bits of glittering gold and diamond and ruby that Len had given her to wear. He looked like he had been hit over the head with something heavy and Iris arched her back a little, giving Barry her most flirty look. Barry opened and closed his mouth a few times, then reached out, fingers stopping a hair's breadth from Iris’s skin as he asked, “May I?”
Iris reached out, enjoying the awed look on Barry’s face as she skimmed her fingers under his jaw and tilted his chin up, then answered, “For a brave hero like you? Always.”
Barry trailed his fingers over her thigh, tracing around the delicate gold and ruby garter, and Len silently swept up behind Barry, giving Iris a wink and then wrapping his arms around Barry’s waist, purring, “You forgot something, Scarlet.”
Barry squeaked in surprise and Iris leaned in to kiss Barry, then retrieved the red silk rope that Len had stashed amongst the treasures piled around Iris and showed it to Barry, teasing, “Should’ve made sure that you weren’t walking right into a trap, little hero.”
She paused, giving Barry time to parse what was going on, and, when he said nothing, she broke character a little, prompting, “Need a color, baby.”
“Green. Green green green.”
Iris smiled, passing the rope to Len, and Len made swift work of stripping Barry out of the Flash suit and getting him trussed up in the ropes. Then he was pulling Barry back to lean against him, his head against Len’s chest as Len purred, “I’ve always wanted to add a pretty little hero to my treasure trove.”
Barry squirmed, still looking at Iris like he was seeing a goddess, and Iris leaned down to kiss him, then trailed her fingertips over his collarbones and teased, “I bet he’d look stunning with a pearl necklace, don’t you, Len?”
Len hummed, eyes raking over Barry, then answered, “I have just the thing.”
He leaned over, snagging a strand of pearls from the piles of treasures, then draped it around Barry’s neck, making Barry shiver. Then Iris sat up and crawled into Barry’s lap, letting the silk sheet fall down as she crooned, “Not quite what I meant, but it does suit him.”
Barry let out a desperate little whine, hips bucking, and Iris leaned down to kiss him, then nipped his lower lip and purred, “Aww, do you want something, baby?”
Barry squeaked out something at super speed and Iris trailed her fingers down his chest, cooing, “I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what that is, baby.”
Barry shivered, then whispered, “I want- I want you to touch me.”
Iris kissed down his neck, then answered sweetly, “I am touching you, baby.”
Barry whined, squirming, and his hips bucked again, prompting Iris to tease, “Oh, I see.”
Len nipped at the back of Barry’s neck, making him squeak and jump, and Iris met Len’s eyes, then grinned and got to work.
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Several hours later, Len untied the last of the knots holding Barry and gently steered Barry to snuggle in Iris’s arms, stating, “I’ll go get us some water and a snack. And a washcloth.”
Barry nestled into Iris’s arms and she cuddled him close, cooing, “You were so good for us, baby.”
Barry yawned, resting his cheek on Iris’s shoulder, and Len returned with a washcloth, a few water bottles, a couple power bars, and a bowl of peanuts, which he set down before settling on Barry’s other side. He coaxed Barry to drink some water and eat, both of them reassuring Barry that he had been good and that they loved and adored him as Len used the washcloth to clean them up, and Barry curled into them, then murmured sleepily, “This was really fun.”
Iris kissed his head, then answered, “It was Len’s idea. I just had fun getting dressed up in pretty jewelry.”
Barry yawned again and Len kissed his shoulder, then lightly teased, “Maybe next time we should switch it up, hm? Get our pretty little Scarlet all dressed up in jewelry and have Central City’s most intrepid reporter follow a lead to where the big bad supervillain has stolen away the city’s beloved hero.”
Barry made an interested noise, then answered, “That sounds fun.”
Iris tugged Barry and Len closer, then mused, “Or maybe one of these days, the Flash will team up with his favorite reporter to try to convince Captain Cold to turn to the side of the angels.”
Barry gave a pleased hum as he was gently squished between them and Len yawned, then answered, “Mm, if anyone was able to convince Captain Cold to change his ways, it would be you two.”
Barry wiggled a little, getting comfy, and his blinks were getting longer and slower as he mumbled, “Mhm. Love you.”
Len gave him a fond look and Iris kissed his head, then murmured, “Love you too, Barr.”
Len pressed another kiss to Barry’s shoulder, then replied, “You too, Scarlet. Now get some sleep. I have some conspiring to do with the lovely Mrs. West-Allen.”
Barry mumbled something incoherent, then obediently settled into sleep. Iris gave Len an amused look, then commented, “You had way too much fun winding him up, didn’t you?”
Len shrugged a little, then answered, “Perhaps.”
Iris rolled her eyes fondly, then traced lazy shapes on Barry’s side and asked, “So, what conspiring did you have in mind?”
Len shrugged again, admitting, “As you said, I just enjoy winding him up. Keeps him on his toes if he thinks we’re in cahoots.”
Iris snorted, then answered, “In that case… I’m going to sleep.”
Len hesitated, then leaned in to kiss Iris’s forehead. Iris gave him a sleepy smile, tilting her head to kiss him properly, then tucked Barry and Len a little closer and settled into sleep.