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None of the guests noticed when the spiky-haired man-child in jeans and purple t-shirt, wrists wrapped in cheap leather and metal bracelets, arrived at the Madonna Inn a few hours before midnight on February 13. That, in itself, wasn't all that surprising. Eros, otherwise known as Danny Valentine, had millennia of experience doing his job without being spotted.

What was surprising was that the dude at the front desk did see him. Tall and Nondescript waved him over and then gave him a room number 'in case you wanted to rest'. But Danny didn't.

Want to, or rest. He spent the time before the clock struck midnight polishing his love gun. Not like that. He'd find a girl to spend his nameday with. He always did. No, this little beauty was made by Hephaestus himself. It shot love darts that disappeared on contact.

At midnight, kitted out with more love darts than there were people in this pink and gold monstrosity, Danny left his room and shot the first person he saw--and didn't wait to see what would happen.

No point getting a slow start. He had a lot of work to do.

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Len and magic wasn't a good mix. Frankly, magic to him meant annoying superheros who decided that they wanted to stop him, or else even more annoying supervillians who thought they were better than Len, and who just needed to be brought down a peg or two. (He's looking at you, Mardon).

But it didn't feel like there was any magic around. In fact, it was the last thing he was thinking of. Before that was how to get out of here because he hated being trapped - there was a reason prison breaks were kind of his thing - followed by 'at least there was regular food' followed by 'has anyone knew arrived I need to worry about'. He wasn't even thinking about what day it was, even though it was all around them. Stupid hotel.

He wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but he happened to glance down and see something, what it was, he wasn't sure, but as he looked up to see what the fuck had just happened, his head swam. What the fuck was going on?

Raleigh was only a few feet away from the other man, thinking that he should probably find a quiet and safe place to hide when he swore that he felt something hit him. Not really hard but just enough to make him pause as he looked down at his chest with a confused frown. Had someone thrown something at him to try getting his attention?

Still frowning, he looked up and around even as a pleasant heat started to slide through his veins. Really, he should have recognized it for what it was but he wasn't really paying attention to himself yet.

Instead, he looked over the room until he spied the confused looking man nearby...and made eye contact.

That eye contact was all it took. In a move that would have horrified Len at any other time, he stopped and stared at the man. Good looking, oh yes. Len would have been interested on any day, but right now he couldn't think of anything else about what the man would be like to kiss, what he would taste like, and other things that were making his way through his lust addled brain. Something Len could say he'd never been before in his life.

Stalking across the room, he grabbed hold of the other man's collar, and without even thinking about what he was doing, because thinking just wasn't an option right now, he moved in and kissed him.

At first, Raleigh had no idea what to expect when the man started stalking towards him. He knew all about the things that had been happening to other people but it didn't register that it might happen to him. Then something hit him, sparking his interest as he felt suddenly...interested.

So where he might have originally pulled away with a surprised exclamation, he grabbed back. One hand curled around the back of the other man's head and the other fisted in his shirt while Raleigh kissed him back.

Oh yeah. That was exactly what Len needed right now. Delicious coils of heat flickered through him as he plundered the other man's mouth. He didn't know who he was, didn't care, all he cared about was following what his body was telling him, which was to kiss him.

Afterwards, he'd be horrified that he'd done it, purely because of the loss of control, but right now it felt like the best thing ever.

In the back of his head, Raleigh knew that this could lead to a lot of trouble later on down the line but he couldn't really bring himself to care either. The other man was one hell of a kisser and Raleigh found himself only wanting more.

The kiss went on until he was sure he needed oxygen but he only pulled in a soft gasp of air when there was a brief break but dove right back in for another kiss right after.

Mostly, Len hounded trouble like it was his middle name, so it would never surprise him, ending up in trouble. He'd vaguely seen the other man around Yasmeen, and that should have set off warnings, but for once, Len didn't hear them.

Oxygen? It was an added bonus. Len gasped a quick breath before accepting the second kiss, as hot and needy as the first. Honestly, he could do this all day.

Some of the effects of whatever had hit Raleigh was starting to fade as they continued to kiss but it clearly wasn't ending after just one kiss. Or two or even three. At least, he was sure they were on their third kiss but it was hard to focus as the other man continued to kiss him between little gasps for air. Or maybe Raleigh was kissing him but whatever.

Nudging him back to a nearby wall, Raleigh pinned him there and pressed close.

Even though they'd moved onto third, fourth kiss, Len still felt that burning need to kiss Raleigh. Well, kissing would do for now. The thought he might want to do more to him did cross his mind, but for now, kissing was fine.

He did grunt slightly as he was shoved against a wall. Normally he would hate it and be ready to deck whoever did that to him, but his brain was too lust addled now.

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Leonard Snart - for Raleigh and Yasmeen

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