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Vibing is a warm feeling despite the blue light it emits. It's like a thumping feeling in your blood too. Strongest in your hand and heart, a little bit in your eyes. It's not exactly a comfortable feeling but it's becoming normal to Cisco.

Triggering the vibes still needs some work as currently the only way to get his future/past/transportal/inter-universal vision is through a rush of adrenaline or fear. Like an initial thumping in your blood to jump start the rest.

Wells was figuring Cisco's powers out too. He couldn't get the firsthand experience to draw data from so all he could do is watch when the team use it, even then, Cisco rarely uses it unless it's a last resort it seems. He can't ask many questions either since Cisco has seemed on edge lately without apparent reason. Wells had been busy anyway so he couldn't spend time on a hobby interest.

Cisco was becoming more than a hobby interest to Wells though. His recent more serious expression matured Cisco's youthful energy. His pop culture puns and super villain names were rare these days, replaced with genuine theories paired with chewing red vines. His constant jaw movement caught Wells' attention and often became something to gaze at during their group meetings. Sometimes Barry and Caitlin noticed, Wells didn't really care. Sometimes Cisco noticed, he'd shuffle around when catching eye contact, uncomfortable from meeting such intense eyes by surprise, until Wells would break away, rolling his gaze elsewhere to look more casual.

The team was discussing a new dangerous rogue, how to safely apprehend her without risking more lives. Something insubstantial to Wells so he was mentally elsewhere.

His wandering mind came back to and found himself locked onto Cisco's mouth, chewing, his eyes fixed on Barry talking, his chest rising to a slow rhythm. He looked down at the stress ball he was tossing between his hands, then looked up, catching Wells' eyes. He almost flinched, glancing away but returning to Wells. It sparked enough interest in Wells for him to not look away. There was something different in Cisco- something more than discomfort.

Something like fear.

After a while, Caitlin had figured a counter to their threat's powers that would need time to prepare and help from someone at Mercury Labs. Released from the Cortex and Wells' glare, Cisco almost rushed to his workshop for asylum and dug into his current project to calm himself, tightening screws that were already fast.

He braced himself when his papers flew past him, indicating the Barry's entry alongside the loud woosh,

'Working late, Cisco?'

'I uh, yeah' still gripping his work-in-progress gadget.

'You good, man? You seem a little... off.'

'No yeah I just...' he thought about everything he was putting together about Wells, his secrets, and the risks Joe spelled out if he told Barry and if they were right, 'I just know one of the hostages, stressed to get them safe.'

'We'll get everyone back safely. Don't worry. And don't stay up too long, okay? We'll figure it out tomorrow together.'

'Yeah...' Barry grabbed his head lightly and kissed it on the top then sped out. Barry wasn't unknown to random moments of affection but it did baffle Cisco enough to shake him out of the mental spiral of 'Wells'.

He got up and started tidying his things to leave when another woosh sounded from the corridor. Cisco smirked to himself as he moved toward the doorway with his hands full of homework projects/fidgets in a lighter mood.

He swung the door open with his foot and had a full smile to show Barry. He stumbled back and almost dropped all his things when Wells appeared before him, the smile dropping faster and harder than gravity. The thought 'liar' darted across Cisco's mind and it seemed like Wells saw it as he tilted his head to the side slightly, thinking, calculating.

One of the things Cisco dropped slowly rolled to the side of Wells' wheelchair. Watching Cisco, Wells took the foot that seemed sealed to his wheelchair pedal and stopped the object rolling.

Cisco's stomach dropped so hard and fast he heard it. His ears rung as they lost blood flow and his body gasped for him because he was frozen and suddenly he was vibrating and in his home watching TV. Someone was laying on top of him, short brunette hair is all he could see of them from this angle, sprawled on the couch together.

He felt his real body move but he wasn't in control. Then he felt the warmth again. The harsh vibrations of moving between realities. Sucking him out of the safer place. He didn't know when Wells got out of the wheelchair, he just was standing. Standing with a knee spreading Cisco's legs apart. He felt his shoulders against a cold wall though and that's what brought him out of the post-vibe feel.

The warmth didn't go away though, it shifted from Cisco's blood that had run cold down to the area where Wells was pressed against Cisco's body.

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Wells was strong. Stronger than Cisco easily and had him pushed into the wall, back inside his workshop. He was slightly bigger too, with one hand enough to grip both Cisco's wrists bruisingly and have them above his head. His other hand was under Cisco's armpit, holding his body in place as it seemed Cisco's body essentially freezes when he vibes.

He's still somewhat conscious but not really in control.

'He's figured it out. There's no going back.'

He's off the edge and so might as well enjoy the moment. Starting with this lusty thorn in his side. Then he can worry about salvaging this timeline and figuring out if he and more importantly, Barry, can keep going sans-Cisco.

'There's no going back.' So he lets go of his restraint for the sake of the plan and smashed his lips into Cisco's, inhaling his scent and exploring his mouth with a static tongue. It was one thing that made him feel off. Still, it didn't make him stop as he got rough with his vacant partner, pushing his body closer and his leg between Cisco's.

That's when his eyes started fluttering back to life and Cisco tried to speak but was muffled with Wells' tongue deep in his mouth still.

The oral fight turned Wells on, hearing it muffled and feeling the movement in his mouth. Cisco wasn't allowed a moment to breathe or break away. Wells just kept kissing and pushing. The kiss was so strong that Cisco's head was being pushed around and angled where ever, following Wells.

Now that he was holding himself up more, Wells' hand smoothed around his body, down his side and around his waist to the front of his stomach. Cisco tried to fight the grip that was holding his hands above him and finally ripped his right hand free, immediately pushing away Wells' leg, that had been slowly rising.

Cisco let his body fall to the side and pushed himself off the wall where Wells lost grip and contact by their mouths.

Finally, Cisco could speak again,

'What the actual fuck.' but Wells didn't respond. There's no going back for him. He regains balance on all fours and launches at Cisco who was wiping his mouth while scrambling to get up. Wells catches him and pins him to the ground.

'Wells! Enou-' Wells' tongue is already shoved in Cisco's throat, fighting the other along with their flailing hands and legs.

Although he was taller, Wells was still lean and didn't have the weight advantage over Cisco. He managed to roll them over. Even on top, CIsco still struggled to break free. Still locked in the kiss, Wells started biting Cisco's lip to keep him from pulling away, their hands were interlocked with Wells winning and now Cisco had to hold himself up by one leg while battling Wells', who's legs were winding around him.

After a tiring battle, Cisco finally ripped his head away, causing a great split in his lip that immediately started bleeding. Now not pulled down, he could pull his body and arms away with Wells on the floor.

Seeing that Cisco was close to escaping, Wells took a breath and summoned his dark and buried self, his real self,

'YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME.' He grabbed Cisco's neck and slammed him to the side of a desk. Cisco cried out from fear and pain and it took a glimpse of Wells' face, his terrorising eyes and snarl, his mouth splattered with blood, and Cisco was sent out of his body. His eyes flickered and his mouth let hanging slack. His body slumped a bit and Wells eased it to the ground then rolled onto to straddle it, sitting on Cisco's thighs and wiggling in to get 'comfortable'.

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'Zombieland?'

'Wha... huh?'

'It's either Zombieland or Now You See Me. I'm in the mood for some Woody and Jessie hijinks, I think.'

Cisco looked around the sepia-hazed environment, Joe's lounge room. The weight of a head resting on his chest was nearly unbearable. It made it hard to breathe and excelled some panic that already existed from his racing heartbeat. 

'Then we could watch both then Toy Story 2 to complete the series.'

Cisco pushed the head up and sat upright, grounding his feet on the timber. Barry sat up beside him and leaned down to meet Cisco's eyes. He was too close. His face was invasive. It looked as appealing as he normally found it but something was different. Well's face flashed in its place and a high pitched shriek in his ear joined. 

Cisco has almost forgotten where he really was but something in his deep subconscious screaming 'I WANT TO STAY HERE' reminded him. 

Where a gasp would usually welcome Cisco back to the present, only the facial expressions took it's place as no air was allowed to fill his lungs with a large hand blocking his airways. It took a while for Cisco's brain to understand what was going on as Wells was essentially folding Cisco up, his shoulders on the ground, hips ramped up on-top ot Wells' thighs and legs in the air, one knee was almost on his face. Wells had one hand on Ciscos throat and the other holding Cisco knee close while he sucked down his calf. 

Wells sucked hard enough to hurt and earn a wince from Cisco, giving away his consciousness as Wells looked up to see him, though mouth still on his leg. 

Giving his neck a small squeeze, Wells moved his other hand down and around Cisco's up-pointing leg, brushing the hair lightly and slowly with eye contact unwavering. Wells angled  his upper body forward, folding Cisco further and starting to cause pain in his back and thighs. The hand left Cisco's throat and brushed down his torso and towards his crotch. At that moment Cisco realised he was now shirtless. He watched Wells hand lifting his underwear elastic. Wheres my belt? My pants? Seeing Cisco's mind start to race, Wells pulled on the elastic of Cisco waistband underneath him and leaned over and down to kiss Cisco. His knees reach his ears and it turned. He was totally aware of his bare crotch against his mentor's stomach. His mouth was filled and overwhelmed with his tongue. He felt Wells grip around his ankles slide up and down.

Overwhelming.

Oh fuck everything.

Everything is feels hot. It burns and Cisco's body contorts in space for a second before he lands on Joe's couch with Barry's head between his legs. The connection between then and now fades but two things were shared in both realities; his body is burning and he feels the sensation of something sliding into him.