ColdFlash- Soulmates

Chapter 1: Leonard Snart

Barry sat at the bar and waved the barman over for another drink, another pint of cold beer to stave of the rather uncomfortable humidity of the room. Music was blaring and people were dancing or just sitting at the tables scattered through the club. Lights flashed, many colours skipping across the walls, floor and the people there. It was all just very loud and bright, the press of people on the dance floor something that the young scientist had no intention of joining. It wasn't really Barry's jam.

He had come with an old friend from years back, a guy called Jim Mane who had been his friend in college. The guy was a good friend who he had recently got back in contact with after a six month silence. His friend had insisted he come to this place and "get out", away from his lab. So Barry had agreed to go with him and yet Jim had long ago disappeared into the chaos that was the club- so really it was just Barry on his own. Yep, the scientist was having his reservations about the place, it seemed to be one of those underground places where all the bad folk mingled with dodgy citizens and as a member of the police department, that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Partly due to his sense of justice, also because he held the same sense of self preservation that the rest of man kind did.

"Why hello there," A gravelly voice crooned behind him, pulling him from his thoughts.

Barry jumped and turned to see the guy that had spoken standing there. The first thing Barry registered was his features, all of which were good- very good. The guy sported cheek bones that made Barry drool. The most attractive feature however, the bit that stood out most profoundly were the eyes. He had very blue eyes, the colour wasn't quite constant, there were many shades there. The colour was breath-taking but there was an intensity there, a gleam that Barry couldn't quite put words to. All he was sure of was that he wouldn't mind seeing eyes like that pair more frequently.

"I couldn't help but notice you sat up here alone," the man drawled, a smirk curling the corners of his rather tempting mouth," If I am going to be frank, that surprised me, how someone looking like you do has not yet been scooped up."

"Um... um I came with a friend but I don't know where he is," Barry stuttered blushing furiously and looking away for a moment in embarrassment. It was probably very obvious that he didn't do this kind of thing, most likely as obvious to the man as having a neon sign on his forehead stating as much.

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After that rough start the two had began to talk. The man had introduced himself as Leonard Snart and Barry had replied with his name. Leonard had done a lot of smooth talking and Barry had mostly tried to keep his cool- easier said than done. It was hard, very, very hard, when talking to an older guy who was, to be frank, gorgeous, or at least he was in Barry's opinion. He had been unsure of his preferences for a while but the man beside him had put that insecurity at least to rest- men were definitely on for dating.

The leather jacket Leonard sported was unzipped to reveal a dark, tight fitting shirt that showed a well defined body. He was lean, the t-shirt showing muscle and not an inch of lose skin which left Barry wondering as the the condition of the rest of the body. He tried not to let his mind wonder to far though- that would make an embarrassing reveal and an awkward end to the conversation.

"So what do you do Barry," Snart asked eventually. He was leaning in close, his casually laid hand was almost touching Barry's- a fact the younger man was acutely aware of- and Barry could distinctly smell leather and steel on the man.

"Well, I am a forensic scientist for the C.C.P.D," Barry said, looking carefully down at his half drunk beer. Maybe he shouldn't say something like that in a club like the one he was in but he couldn't help wanting to open up to the other. "What about you Leonard?"

"Call me Len, Leonard is so formal," Snart told Barry, he didn't seem the least bit taken back by Barry's occupation, if anything he was impressed. "You look very young to be working for the C.C.P.D, especially as a forensic scientist, you must be very smart."

Barry couldn't help the shy smile the pulled up his lips at the compliment, quickly dropping his gaze and only looked up again as Len began to speak, drinking in the older man's beauty while trying not to openly stare,"as for me, I move from job to job, doing what I can you know."

Speaking of jobs... Barry looked down at his watch then and groaned quietly. It was 1.30am.

"Look, Len, I have to go. I've got to get some sleep before work tomorrow," Barry smiled apologetically and stood to leave. Leonard Snart grabbed his arm and held him back with a sly grin playing about his features. The touch took him back at first, the warmth from the hand seeping through the layers of clothes and making his skin tingle.

"It's been fun chatting with you Barry, I think I'd like to talk to you again. How about swapping numbers?"

Barry couldn't help the surprise he felt, he'd only just met the guy- even so he wanted to see Leonard Snart and those blue eyes again. "Yeah... yeah sure," he stuttered as Leonard produced paper and pen from some pocket in his jacket, he promptly scrawled his number down on the paper, ripped it in half and handed the two halves along with the pen to Barry. The forensic scientist took the paper and pen, staring somewhat blankly down at the number on one half before he leaned against the bar again, writing his own number down on the second half, handing it and the pen to the blue eyed man. Leonard smiled again, but this time it was a smile filled with much more warmth than the previous smirks and grins accompanied by searching eyes.

Barry Allen left the club that night clutching the inked paper reverently in his hand, a silly smile spreading across his face. Jim was right, it was fun to get out there.