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He was standing with his father in the Italian Tuscany, it was in the middle of nowhere. A meeting that was supposed to go smoothly, but everything went wrong. An inattentive moment, a glance, and his world came crashing down around him. He had to find him, see him again.
That one moment when he saw him lying on the beach, his skin shining golden in the sun.
A delicate body, but when their eyes met for the briefest moment, he was captivated by the blue eyes of the stranger, they were blue like the ocean, like a clear summer sky, and Harry wanted him, it became an obsession. On that day, his father died in a cowardly attack, and he had to take care of the business from then on, yet he never stopped searching for him.
Niall came up to him with a tablet in hand and held it in front of his nose. "I found him," was all he said with a grin. "Bring him to me," Harry said, looking at the picture. He had not aged, in the last 5 years Harry had desperately searched for him, the man who took his breath away, he had to possess him and now he had found him.
Niall left the office and then disappeared; he knew his task, Harry never had to explain much to him. He trusted him blindly. He knew about the obsession. In every man Harry met, he found small things that reminded him of the stranger from the beach. The pony that caught the eye, the delicate tanned, golden skin, blue eyes. But nothing about these men could give him the feeling he experienced when he saw him.
Louis had just come home and wanted to have a nice evening with Damien after the shower he treated himself to, shave his legs, and apply his favorite lotion, but Damien pushed him away and mumbled something about later and that he still had to pack his bags.
Another attempt, as he fell to his knees and wanted to take him in his mouth, but again he pushed him away. Frustrated, he went alone to the bedroom; for months, the spark had been gone between him and Damien, but at least he tried to lighten up the relationship and rekindle the fire. Louis was needy, craving recognition, and he knew that. But he became numb, he hadn't even looked at the new underwear that Louis had bought.
He lay down on the sheets and slowly began to gently stroke his chest, imagining it was a big strong man who worshiped his body. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the thoughts, eagerly reaching for his vibrator to feel relief, hoping it was charged.
Again, he began to lose himself in fantasy; he had only lightly prepared himself, he was okay with it if it burned a little and hurt. He generously applied lubricant to his vibrator and slowly pushed it to the spot where he needed it the most. He teased his hole, the vibration was set to a soft hum, but Louis felt it like an electrifying spark. His arousal intensified, and he began to slowly, agonizingly slowly, introduce it. His breath caught and he turned slightly on the bed. The pressure was delicious, and he needed more. But his sloppy preparation and the desire to feel like he was being impaled on a throbbing cock were too great; slowly, he sat down and positioned it back at its starting point, pressing himself down piece by piece until impatience led him to take the last bit all at once, and he covered his mouth with his hand. The moaning was muffled, and he began to slide up and down with an increase in the vibration level on the vibrator. Desire shot thru every nerve in his body, his legs trembled, he leaned slightly forward, holding onto the headboard with one hand and gripping the vibrator with the other. When he finally found the spot he so desperately needed, his head fell onto his arm and he moaned thru clenched teeth. He rubbed himself vigorously on the device and stimulated his prostate, setting it to the highest level and coming untouched over his stomach, hitting his chin with a small white cloud, and he pulled it out of himself, trembling.
At the same time, Harry was on his way to Italy with Niall and Zayn. Niall had found out that 'Louis'—that was his name—would be going on a trip to Italy. There they would then bring him to Harry. He had power there; no one would dare stand against him. Harry hummed as he sat contentedly in his seat.
"We will land soon, he won't arrive until tomorrow." If you have him with you. "What do you do then?" asked Niall curiously. Zayn's bodyguard looked at Niall with amusement. "He will fuck him, Niall." He's been brooding about it for 5 years," Harry grumbled unhappily. "Shut up, I won't do anything he doesn't want either." He has to ask for it. A young man came with a drink for Harry and gave him flirtatious looks. He hadn't had sex in a long time, but now a blowjob would suffice. Zayn's grin was wide as he stood up, led the man with him, and closed the curtain in the private jet. Quickly, he pulled out his cock and shoved it into the mouth of the guy who whimpered and seemed to crave it. He roughly grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him roughly onto his cock, he gagged, but Harry only had his own pleasure in mind and Louis, his golden skin that Harry wanted to bite and suck on. He imagined fucking his mouth and how he would gag around his big, thick cock. He threw his head back and thrust violently into the guy's throat beneath him. Until he completely emptied himself into his mouth and throat. He hadn't seen that the guy had jerked off. He pulled his cock out of his mouth and lightly brushed his thumb over his lips. A silent thank you. Then he handed him a cloth handkerchief; he was not a monster. He put his pants back on properly and left the guy without further ado. He sat back down with Niall and Zayn and listened to Zayn explain exactly what they would do to bring Louis to him. To guaranty Harry's safety and then when they were together. For their mutual safety.
Harry knew it was selfish to drag Louis into his world unasked, but he would give him the choice: 365 days, 1 year in which he would have time to fall in love with Harry and become his. Louis and the search for him were all that kept Harry alive in recent years; he hadn't asked for it, he never wanted this life. He had loved his father but he never wanted to be the leader of an organization like theirs. The choice disappeared when he was killed. Everyone expected him to take over, and he did. But he wanted a way out, he had adapted and became the influential mafia boss they feared; at first, they laughed at him. But when he found the men who killed his father. Taking away the opportunity for Louis to find himself and lead a free life, he killed them all, and word spread. No one dared to stand against him. Zayn was not only responsible for security, and Niall, the ever-alert Niall, he was a cold-blooded killer just like Zayn, always on a mission for Harry. They followed him unconditionally.
When they landed, they arrived at the villa and prepared for Louis's arrival.
Louis didn't have to say goodbye to Damien; he had decided to come to Italy at Louis's expense to have a nice vacation there. His birthday was clearly of no concern to him. Incredible, when he arrived with him, he was annoyed. Fortunately, he would be busy the whole time; it was still his birthday trip.
Liam had grimaced at the airport when Damien only talked about himself.
"We'll take a few hours later," he whispered to him as they parted at the hotel. Damien was already drunk and was hitting on women by the pool. "Louis, come on, baby," he called out to him.
Louis rolled his eyes; it wouldn't be the first time he cheated on him. Louis didn't care. He joined Liam and drank with him, while Damien danced and sang loudly. At some point in the evening, a man had joined them, bad luck. Black hair, brown eyes like those of a deer, and prominent cheekbones. He accompanies Liam to his room. He had done nothing to Liam, so he trusted him. He walked back alone and felt as if someone was following him. He bumped into a hard chest when he turned around, looked up, and there stood a man with slightly wavy hair that curled at the ends. The hair was perfectly styled, framing the sharp angles of his jaw. His eyes were green and sparkled with slight golden flecks in them. "Did you get lost, little one?" came the rough and direct whisper against his lips. Louis took a step back and sidestepped past him. He wanted to go to his and Damien's room; the contact with the stranger had given him goosebumps, something he had never felt before. Under his gaze, as he looked at Louis as if he wanted to memorize every little movement, he felt like prey, exposed, then everything went black.
When he woke up, he was not in the hotel. He looked around in a panic, searching for clues, but he found nothing. The door was locked. When the door opened, he stepped out cautiously. He was surprised by the big, muscular guy who had looked at him so intensely the nite before; he stared at a mural in front of him where he was depicted. A shiver ran down his spine.
"Where am I?" Louis asked hastily and darted forward to flee, the man stared after him leaning in the doorframe. He didn't seem concerned. Louis collapsed. Strong arms caught him. When his eyes opened, he saw him kneeling right in front of him. He held an ice cube to Louis's lips, pressing them tightly together. "The sedative was too strong, I didn't know about your heart problem," he whispered to him.
He put the ice cube in Louis's mouth, and he spat it out directly into the handsome man's face.
He laughed bitterly and slowly stood up. He pushed Louis back onto the chair. "I will explain it to you..." then he recounted the assassination attempt and the day after when he woke up, all he saw was Louis while he was unconscious.
Louis wanted to get up and leave; this man was obsessed with him.
"I have a friend, family, and friends in England." A life, I should give up my life for a man I don't know? Never!" Harry grabbed an envelope and handed it to Louis. When he opened it, he saw Damien and one of his best friends, Stan, on it. He let them slide to the ground.
Harry disappeared and Louis accepted his fate when he explained to him that his family and friends had been informed that he had received a new job. He didn't give up, he would prove to this guy 'Harry' that he wouldn't fall in love with him, then he would have to let him go.
Louis noticed after a few days he spent with Niall and Zayn that the things they were entangled in were dangerous. Harry came to him one evening covered in blood, sitting on the edge of his bed. Louis panicked, he looked at him, both hands placed on his cheeks. "What happened?" he whispered. Fear was written all over his face. He led Harry into the shower with trembling hands and undressed him, washing him. He laid him in bed and covered him up. He cuddled up to him. Whatever had happened, he apparently needed it because he leaned slightly back into Louis's arms.
They didn't talk about it. The days passed. They had only seen each other briefly, Niall and Zayn had taken turns looking after him.
Harry had gone shopping with him when he asked Niall for advice. He thot that shopping might make him happy.
They were arguing fiercely when Harry simply walked into the changing room and saw him half-naked.
"You can't just come in here," Louis insisted, trying to cover himself. "I pay for this, I chose it, and I'll look at it whenever I want," Harry had grabbed him by the neck and pushed him against the wall behind him. "You belong to me, I can do whatever I want with you, whenever I want." "Don't tease me," Louis had become embarrassingly hard, quickly. The pressure on his neck and Harry's commanding voice almost made him lose control. He tore himself from Harry's grip and gathered the clothes he was wearing. He ran out of the store in a panic.
Harry let it happen, no one could touch him here, the police were bribed and did what he said.
Louis ran and ran, but when he realized that the police weren't helping him, he calmed down and gave up. The fighting spirit, or because he was gradually starting to like Harry. He didn't know it, but his body was reacting to him, and he wanted to know how far he could go.
"I will do what you say, but I want you to give me back my laptop and my phone," he said definitively. "And something other than this fancy food!" Harry had a grin on his lips; he had won, and Louis let him believe it.
The next morning, an English breakfast had been placed on the table for Louis. Niall grinned at him stupidly. "Well, I could have gotten you Irish food more easily here," he said and sat down. "What does he do all day?"
Niall's expression turned to stone. "He works" was the only answer.
Louis withdrew.
Harr had come back to bed with him during the nite. They wanted to play, then he would play along.
He slowly stood up, letting his hands glide slowly over Harry's bare chest, gently yet intent on waking him with it. He wanted him to watch him. He wanted him to look at him again, to look at him as if he were everything.
Louis let his bathrobe slowly slide down over his shoulders, glancing slightly over his shoulder to see if he was watching. And he did, his eyes following every step, like a lion watching its prey and waiting for the right moment, and Louis loved every second of it. Damien had never looked at him like that, intensely, full of desire as if it would consume him from the inside out. Louis turned on the water and let it pour over his heated skin; it was a welcome coolness. It made his mind a little clearer. He took a deep breath and tilted his head back. He put on a little show, not looking back once. Harry suddenly stood behind him. Louis could feel his arousal right against his butt. "Don't play with me if you can't finish the fight," he said roughly and in an excited voice into Louis's ear. Louis got goosebumps and unconsciously leaned back. Harry pushed him away and stood under the stream next to him. Louis looked down at him, overwhelmed by everything, and saw his erect cock, and it was huge. Louis wanted to feel him on his tongue, to absorb the weight and every peculiarity. Ride him and let him fuck him in every position. He shook it off.
"We're leaving," Harry said curtly. "Louis?" he said, and for the millionth time, Louis flipped him the bird.
Harry pushed him against the wall again. Louis snorted a little, and Harry just got angrier. "I want you to understand one thing, it can be that simple." "But if you want it the hard way, you can have that too, babe." The next thing Louis noticed was Niall's hands carrying him like a feather into the private jet. "Put me down," he shouted, wriggling. Niall just giggled, and Zayn commented quietly to Harry. "You'll never have it easy with him." Harry grinned.
He wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
They boarded the plane.
Louis was tied up in one of the seats. "Comfortable?" asked Harry and he Louis looked at him annoyed. "Super comfortable, I'm strapped to a seat! Kidnapped and forced by you to follow you wherever you go," he spat out.
Harry's expression was stern, "Whatever you think, you'll want it, and only then, when you beg for it, will you get it." He ran his hand over the bulge that rose above Louis's abs, until he pinched his nipple between his fingers and applied slight pressure. Louis was sensitive, but that was one of the things that made him beg; he let out a soft moan, whimpered, and turned in Harry's grip. "You will beg, little one," then he left him hard and desperate.
He sat down next to Zayn and Niall. Louis hadn't spoken the entire time of the flight.
When they landed and Louis was carried off the plane by Niall again, this time he didn't resist. He would find another place to take revenge on Harry; right after the flight, they went to a small café where Harry wanted to forbid him from getting ice cream. "Boss, come on, then he'll finally be quiet," Zayn said irritably. They had a meeting where Louis was supposed to behave. He got his ice cream and wandered thru the small café, Niall always nearby. He played with his tie and licked his ice cream with pleasure, not satisfied but definitely encouraged, a small victory. He felt Harry's gaze on him.
Louis pushed himself away from the table and covered the distance between them with two slow, deliberate steps. He stood next to Harry and his guest. He just stood there and looked at Harry, his blue eyes like shards of ice, noticing every detail. Harry's gaze kept falling on his lips, he couldn't and didn't want Louis to behave like that, one could see the struggle in his eyes, the control within him seemed to hang by a thread. Louis licked his ice cream obscenely one last time and then handed it over to Harry's guest without giving him a glance. Who seemed to find the whole thing amusing. He strolled past them. He wanted more, he wanted to know what would happen if he pushed him to the limit, he looked at the fountain and glanced around. As if he had already made up his mind, a grin appeared on his lips. Zayn glanced at him briefly and frowned. Louis stepped closer and jumped into the well with his clothes on.
"He's bathing in the well," Johny laughed softly. Harry jerked his head up and didn't look but asked, "He doesn't, does he?" he said desperately, running his hands over his face. "Yes, yes he does," he laughed and licked the ice cream that Louis had given him.
Harry came to Louis and roughly pulled him out of the well. They walked back to the hotel, soaking wet, Zayn followed them and received angry glares from Harry as he climbed out of the well, drenched like a poodle. "You couldn't have just gone for a swim in the hotel pool?" Harry asked irritably. Louis turned slightly in his firm grip, "No, I was hot. In case you didn't notice, I'm from England. It's not so blisteringly hot there." Harry didn't let go of him. He spun him around, their noses touching. Harry's nostrils flared, his breath became erratic, and he was on the verge of losing control. "Stop acting like a brat, this is important," Harry pushed him away and he landed against Niall's chest. He supported him, then led him to the room where he and Harry would be staying. The expensive things didn't impress Louis in the slightest. He wanted Harry, he finally wanted him to give up control. Louis liked the attention, but he also loved the control. He heard noises from the next room and stepped from the shower, which was quick and only meant to get rid of the well water, toward the door that, as Niall had said, separated them. He leaned slightly against it and let his hand briefly glide over the knob; when it opened, he saw Harry clad only in a towel.
His hair was still damp, small droplets ran down his neck, Louis wanted to catch them with his tongue, to follow them. Harry grinned contentedly as he saw Louis' eyes, Louis' chest rising and falling quickly and irregularly, Harry's gaze changed. Again, his heart beat so loudly that he could swear he could hear it echoing in his ears.
Louis stepped out of his line of sight, it was too much. Harry's gaze was on him, like that morning in the shower, he could feel it like a burning on his back. The room had a large bed, it was dark, and chains and some kind of rod were attached to the posts. Louis was overcome with panic, he wanted to leave. But again, he slammed into Harry's chest and felt the hard muscles. "Let me go," he pushed past Harry and shook the door. Harry seemed to have had enough. He walked up to Louis and roughly pulled him away from the door, throwing him onto the bed. He climbed over Louis, and he could feel the strong, hard presence of his cock. He looked up and saw Harry taking the buckles attached to the chains and Louis' wrist. He was already aroused, all of it, seeing Harry lose control, the struggle within him to regain it, all of it made Louis incredibly turned on. "Please," he whispered softly, moaning as Harry secured him, his legs strapped to the pipe with buckles. Louis was overcome with panic. "What are you asking for?" That I stop or continue?" Harry's voice was rough and dark. Louis resisted, he didn't want to answer. Due to his hasty movement, the pipe slipped further apart and exposed his lower body, which had only been protected by his bathrobe until then, without him being able to change it back. "I had hoped you would do that," Harry climbed back on top of him, Louis turned his face to the side. Harry reached for it, his large hand resting on his neck without pressure, only gaining control, his thumb gracefully gliding over Louis's chin as if he were about to break. He slowly pushed him higher and ran his fingers over his lips. "With all your money, you'll surely find someone to do this with you, let me go," Louis urged. "You'll beg for it," Harry ran over his lips one last time, down his chest to his cock that betrayed him. Then Harry stood up and left Louis behind. His vision was slightly blurred; he watched Harry, who was looking at the door, and then someone entered the room. He looked like him, brown hair, petite figure wrapped in a leather corset. "Look at what you're missing," Harry groaned and fell back onto the large sofa behind him. The man went to his knees and immediately started working on Harry's cock, he groaned hoarsely and gutturally. His gaze still on Louis. He was fascinated and horrified at how much it turned him on, and also jealous that this guy was hanging on Harry's cock and not him. He licked his lips and imagined what Harry would taste like; he was offended. He wanted it to be him, he should be the one to bring Harry this pleasure, not that cheap imitation of a bad Louis lookalike. He turned, his cock constantly oozing pre-cum, aching as he sought friction. He wanted to come, he had to come. Harry held the guy in front of him by the neck, intertwined his fingers there, and began to thrust violently into his throat. He gagged, and that gave Louis satisfaction, because he didn't have a gag reflex; if he were to hang on Harry's cock, he would take it and wouldn't have to gag. Harry's muscles were tense. Another quiet moan escaped Louis; he could no longer pretend he wasn't looking. His gaze fixed on Harry, and he relentlessly thrust into the guy's throat. Louis's mouth fell open and his tongue darted out; he wanted to taste it, he wanted to swallow Harry's cum, everything he would give him. Harry came with a grunting sound and moaned, his hips bucking and he twitched once, twice, filling the guy's mouth and throat. Louis hadn't noticed how he himself had come; the aftershocks of his orgasm were a faint reminder that it had happened. Harry sent the guy away and climbed back onto Louis, undoing the restraints. He didn't move immediately. Any fighting spirit was dulled by pure lust and the desire to be taken apart by Harry. "Please," this time it was a whimper. Harry didn't seem to care. "We need to go to one of my clubs, get dressed and clean yourself up, babe," then he went to pick up his towel and left Louis behind. He got up as soon as he could trust his legs.
He went back into the bathroom he had just come from, and in the mirror, he didn't recognize himself. His gaze was glassy, his cheeks flushed, his lips thick and swollen. He must have bitten on it to suppress the moan, in which he miserably failed. "Bastard," Louis said quietly, looking down at himself. He would need another shower. He took a quick shower. In the room, he put on the lightest thing he could find. Something that accentuated his hips and his butt. He styled his hair perfectly as always. Niall was already waiting for him. "The boss is already there, he'll kill me first, then you, and anyone who looks at you," he said as Louis walked past him. "Come on," Louis laughed sweetly and lightly tugged at Niall's tie, then smoothed it out.
In the club, it was stuffy and warm. Smoke, alcohol, and the smell of sweat hit him. Niall explained to him that it was a business event and he needed to behave, but Louis was already at the bar. He ordered his first drink and swayed his hips to the beat. He could feel his gaze on him, it seemed as if he would find him in every room. He turned slowly and saw Harry next to Zayn, who said something to him, then he sat next to a man and paid him no more attention. "Come on, darling. Let's dance," Louis said, looking at the man and shrugging his shoulders. He still followed him, watched by Zayn next to Harry, who looked after him, and Niall, who wanted to warn him with a shake of his head. But the alcohol had already taken effect; in a clearer state, he wouldn't have gone along. He was dancing on a pole, the guy became pushy, and only now did he realize the danger more clearly. The guy wouldn't shake off and pressed against Louis, he turned away from the grip. Then Harry stood there and finally pulled him away from Louis and drew his weapon. For the second time, he saw him like this; weeks ago, Louis had watched as Harry shot a man in the villa and had pushed it away. Before he could raise any objections, a shot rang out and echoed in Louis's ears. He collapsed and only woke up again when he seemed to be on a boat, dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt. He could hear voices, it was Harry and Zayn.
"You shot at him, you started a feud with that. We stayed out of their affairs and they stayed out of ours. You declared a war, I hope you know that. I know he's quite cute, but you need to get rid of him, preferably yesterday." Louis stood at the exit to the deck and heard every word. "Don't talk about him like that. James wanted to rape him, you know him! He would have done it," Louis stepped forward quietly. "I'm sorry," he whispered. Harry turned to him. "I'm sorry," he said again. "You're sorry, you're sorry?" You have no idea what you've done. You can't even behave for 5 minutes without acting like a brat." Louis flinched and looked up at Harry. There were not the eyes that had been looking at him for weeks; they were empty and dark. He had disappointed him, caused trouble, and surely it was his fault that the guy was dead. Nevertheless, he remained defiant; that's just how he was. "Should I have let myself be raped, allowed him to touch me?" he shouted breathlessly. "You shouldn't have acted like a slut," and that hit Louis hard. "I want to go home, this is over." Whatever that was," he walked quickly and looked for a boat or a landmark to swim to shore. "Come on, Louis," Harry followed him, of course he did. He held him by the arm as Louis tried to climb over the railing; they ended up in a little scuffle, and soon Louis found himself in the water. When he woke up next, he was lying in bed, naked and wrapped in a blanket. Harry stood right next to him and watched him. "I'm really sorry, is he... did you..." Harry shook his head, he approached Louis, who had already sat up. "You need to start listening to me, little one," he slowly stroked Louis's cheek, his lips, and lingered. Louis wanted to show him how sorry he was. He grabbed the waistband of Harry's sweatpants, which started just below his tattoo, leaned forward, and planted gentle kisses over the tattoo. "Don't play with me," Louis looked up at him, wanting to be obedient. Give Harry what he needed. He pulled down his pants, and from up close, he looked even bigger, and definitely thicker and larger when erect. Louis's mouth watered, his self-control waned. He wanted to take it slow, to savor it, but he needed it now. He wanted to feel the weight on his tongue, imprinting every vein and curve.
His mouth enveloped him, his tongue swirled around his tip before taking him deeper without gagging, Harry's gaze turned to Louis and he gasped. -
"So good, baby," he moaned, holding Louis' head with both hands in the perfect position, Louis had his hands deeply clawed into Harry's hips. The taste of Harry was salty, something uniquely Harry-like, and it drove Louis crazy. He wanted so much to let him come in his mouth and throat, but Harry had other plans. He thrust a few more times and left Louis whimpering behind. "On the bed, show me the little hole after I'm longing so long," Louis crawled onto the bed, still dazed from Harry's taste and how he had fucked him in the throat. He lifted Louis' hips, supported him, and then dove in without warning. Louis let out a soft cry, he licked with gentle pressure over his entrance and circled his hole. Louis was looking for support. Harry held him steady and ran a hand over his back while devouring Louis. "I will...I...Harry please," but Harry pulled back. Stroked Louis's back reverently again, kissed the middle of his shoulder blades. "You only get what I give you, nothing more. Understood?" his tone was commanding and Louis nodded vigorously. "Answer, with words," Louis nodded again. "Yes, only what you give me," he spoke softly, breathless, as if on autopilot. He didn't notice it at first because he was distracted by the thot that Harry was talking to him like that, that he was already positioning himself and buried himself inside him in one thrust. Louis cried out, the stretch was delicious, Harry set an unrelenting pace and pressed Louis hard into the mattress beneath him. Pulled his arms behind his back and held them there while he repeatedly thrust hard against his prostate. Harry pulled him up, holding his hand around Louis's neck, kissed him, and continued to thrust into him relentlessly. "Harry," he cried out, the changed angle only allowed him to penetrate Louis deeper, and he shuddered, the pain wonderfully mingling with his breath. "Do you need it, little one?" Do you want to come? Beg for it!" and Louis begged. The words flowed from his mouth without him being able to do anything about it. "Please, Harry. I need it, I want you to come inside me. Please let me come, please, please, please... Daddy please" Harry's thrusts became irregular, a deep moan escaped him "Come, darling. Come for your daddy," Harry came unexpectedly hard inside him. Louis froze and came trembling, for a moment he saw only thru a veil of lust, his limbs became weak and he fell forward, exhausted and drained. Harry rolled away from him and pulled out of him. Louis let out a whimper. "All good, darling, you did so well," Louis sighed and snuggled against Harry's chest, who brushed the hair out of his eyes. "I have to clean you up, baby," Louis pouted slightly. But he let Harry get up and then was lifted when he was just about to doze off. "I made you a bath," Louis smiled slightly. "I will take care of you," Louis felt safe and secure in Harry's arms. Everything that would come next didn't matter to him. He only knew one thing: that he needed him just as much as he needed Louis in his Life.
Louis didn't need a year to fall in love with him; he had already fallen in love. Harry took him out to a ball after another day filled only with lust and passion. He hadn't seen Zayn and Niall for a while. There, they ran into an old acquaintance of Harry's. Nick, he seemed pretentious and affected. Louis belittled him, and Harry had brought him back to the hotel. "What do we do now?" he played out the threat that had been taken out of context and spoken by Nick. "I'll take care of it and you will stay here," Louis wanted to protest. "Promise me you'll come back," he said, fearfully and quietly. Tears were in his eyes. "Always my darling," he set him down on the sink and positioned himself between his legs. "Will you be good to your daddy?" Louis nodded eagerly and slid forward so that Harry could take him. He pressed into him and let his head fall on Louis's shoulder, moaning softly against the skin. He sucked on Louis' collarbone and bit it lightly, licking over it to soothe the irritated skin. Louis moaned loudly and impatiently, arching against Harry, he placed one hand on his neck and pulled him closer, using the other to hold himself over the edge so that Harry could penetrate him even deeper. He didn't fuck him quickly and violently like the last times on the boat; it felt as if he were trying to memorize every movement. He touched him everyplace, pinched his nipples lightly, and kissed them. Louis's head fell against the mirror with the back of his head and he used his other hand to support himself as well, and Harry became faster, with irregular thrusts, then he came and buried himself in Louis, releasing inside him. Louis came between their bellies and shivered slightly. As before, Harry took care of him, washed him, and tucked him into bed wrapped in warm blankets.
When Louis woke up, Harry wasn't there, but Niall was. He was sitting next to him in an armchair. "Is he gone?" Niall nodded. "He will come back, right?" Niall didn't answer. "We need to go to the airport," Louis looked at the end of the bed and realized that his suitcase was already packed. "Where are we flying to?" Niall said nothing. "Get dressed, you'll get food on the plane," Louis wanted to respond, but he had promised that he would behave. "Okay," he said quietly and grabbed his things. As he got dressed, he looked at himself in the mirror; a smile played on his lips, and there were bites and bruises on his neck and chest. He belonged to Harry, completely and utterly, and anyone could see that. He was wearing only sweatpants and a white shirt when he got into the car. "Will you at least tell me if he's okay?" Niall sighed. He pulled out his phone when it vibrated, his expression changed. "Zayn will fly to England with you," a car drove behind them. "You'll get into the car with him, I have to go," Louis quickly got out on the deserted road and followed the instructions. As he sat down, he saw the two men discussing. Zayn sat down next to him in the back. "To the airport," he tapped on his phone and the driver took off. If Niall was already not very talkative, then Zayn was even less so. "We will stay in England until it calms down," Louis knew what he meant. At least he thot so. The argument and the fact that Harry shot the man, even if it was just his hand, had caused problems.
They landed in England and Zayn followed him to the taxi. "Are you going to follow me around all the time now?" Zayn nodded. "My job is to ensure your safety." Louis nodded, slightly dazed by the weight of the words, and got in. "Can we go to Liam, my best friend? I don't have an apartment anymore, it belonged to Damien." Zayn nodded and gave the driver the address, of course, Harry had also found that out.
They arrived at Liam's place; his family was rich, old money, established, and hosted many charity balls. Zayn looked unimpressed and didn't follow Louis directly. He rang the doorbell and was greeted by Marie, the housekeeper of Liam's family. "Mister Tomlinson," she said, surprised. "Is Liam there?" And please call me Louis, you know I don't like it when you call me that," she nodded. "Does your Friend want to come in too?" she asked, looking at Zayn. "Come on, Grumpy," he waved Zayn over, he would have laughed if he didn't know that Zayn was carrying a loaded weapon and would use it without batting an eye.
It would have been an understatement to say that Liam was angry. He shouted and waved his hands wildly as he berated Louis, "...You could have been kidnaped, you were gone for months. You just said I'm fine and had a great new job and poof, you were gone. Where the hell were you?" Louis took a deep breath. "They tell me just as much as I can tell you, Harry," his smile was sluggish, the thot of him made him sigh longingly. "He had to go somewhere, and I think they belong to the Mafia or something," Liam laughed bitterly, and Zayn looked at him in shock. "He's my best friend, he'd rather cut off his hand than tell anyone, what do you want to do, shoot me and him?" he pointed to Zayn's hand resting on his waistband above his butt, where, as Louis knew, the gun was. "Shooting?" said Liam, shocked, and looked at Zayn, his cheeks slightly flushed as he avoided the gaze that Zayn swept over his body. "What do you mean by mafia and weapons? Louis, what have you gotten yourself into?" he rattled everything off, and Zayn sighed multiple times, annoyed because he was talking so much about everything, but he didn't stop him. "Louis," Liam called after him and gave him a punch. Zayn chuckled softly, the first time since he knew him that he heard something other than discontented grumbling or sighing.
Liam grinned, "He wanted to get rid of me," Louis said offended, pointing at Zayn. Liam's gaze darkened and his jaw clenched. "If you even lay a finger on him, I'll use every Penny to find you and make sure you never hurt anyone again," Liam said, his jaw clenched. Zayn visibly gasped. "He apologized, Li," he had never seen him like this. It was a lie, but Liam seemed to calm down. "I mean it" he said one last time to Zayn, and he disappeared like a kicked dog thru the door. "I'm right outside if anything happens." Liam and Louis continued talking. When Zayn entered the room, he was pale and looked stressed. "Is everything okay?" Louis asked and stood up. "Is he safe with you?" he asked, ignoring Louis and addressing Liam. "Yes," he said firmly. "I rely on that," he then wanted to say. "Is he okay?" Zayn didn't answer and just walked away. Louis looked out the window as a car packed him up in front of the gate and disappeared.
Weeks went by and Louis suffered, Harry hadn't contacted him. Liam stayed by his side, hovering around him like an Securityguard. "We're going out, we're celebrating," Louis said determinedly as they sat in front of the TV again, just like the past few weeks, devouring expensive bourbon and pizza. What happened to Harry gradually felt like a dream. As if it had never happened. "Louis, he said we should keep you safe," Louis looked at Liam angrily. "We've been stuck here for weeks, I'm starting to think I imagined all of this. I want to go out, live, dance. Like before." Liam still looked undecided but gave in.
They changed and made themselves pretty. "Take us to the best party in town, Mr. Payne," he said seductively, and Liam laughed and hooked his arm around him. He led him to the car that was already waiting. "We're going to have fun, no men buzzing around in our heads and messing everything up," Liam nodded and looked out the window. "But we are still cautious," Louis nodded slightly. "Always."
They arrived at the club and got their first drinks when Liam disappeared with an old acquaintance; Louis just smiled at him and rolled his eyes. He didn't want to take over Liam's life as well; it was hard enough for him.
He shouldn't come with his thoughts any further, Damien appeared next to him. "Lou, my darling, there you are." Louis immediately pulled back when he tried to reach for him. "Get lost," he said and started to walk away. "Come on, baby," Louis stopped abruptly. "Don't ever call me that again, you ruined that privilege for yourself," he said, then walked past him and wanted to look for Liam, but he was gone. Great.
Liam, at the same time, was being pushed against the wall of the outdoor terrace by an old acquaintance when he closed his eyes and imagined Zayn, only to open them again. And there he stood, pulling the man in front of him by the collar. He whispered something to him and he just disappeared.
"What are you doing here?" Where is Lou? What did you say to him?" Zayn laughed bitterly.
"Did you want him to fuck you?" he lit a cigaret and turned away from him.
In Liam, anger was boiling; Zayn had simply disappeared, that Harry had let Louis down, and now that they were finally outside again after weeks, he showed up.
"WHERE IS LOUIS?" he asked firmly.
"The boss is with him, calm down." "That's where he's safest," Liam laughed bitterly. Then exhaustion and a burning anger coursed thru him. Tears fought their way into his eyes. "You just ran away," Zayn turned to him.
"You wanted him to fuck you, right here in front of everyone?" in his voice was excitement.
Liam's throat went dry, the words stuck in his throat. "What do we do about it now, darling?" Liam wanted to suppress it and remain steadfast. God, he knew the man, what? 2 hours. And yet he missed him. "What are we going to do with you?" Zayn mused further, flicking away the cigaret and slowly approaching him. "Should we give you what you need, baby, you just have to ask, you know," Zayn said, turning his face away.
He was into the thrill of getting caught. Knowing that someone could come out here and see him bending over and getting fucked hard, and his old acquaintance would have done the same with him, but Zayn had sent him away.
Zayn had seized the moment and placed his lips on Liam's neck, licking and sucking on it. "Do you want me to press you against the window here and bury my cock in you, hm?" Liam moaned softly, trembling. "One Word, baby, and I'll give it to you," Liam relented.
"Please, please just fuck me already," and Zayn turned him around in a quick motion and pressed him against the glass.
"They will see it, when they look over, they will see how I tear you apart and you will take it," he said firmly, pressing Liam's neck against the glass. "Do you want them to see you come on my cock, sweetie?" Liam nodded vigorously.
Zayn laughed and slid his hand into Liam's pants. "I'm going to fuck you so well," he murmured, stroking Liam slowly, teasing him. Liam wanted to reach for his pants to pull them down for quicker access. a soft growl escaped Zayn's lips. "Not, I'll take care of it," his hand disappeared to his cock and he whimpered needily. Zayn grabbed his hands and placed them back on the glass, then stepped back and pushed his leg between Liam's legs to give him a firm stance. "Are you going to start too?" he asked impatiently, knowing he was playing with fire.
"So impatient," Zayn growled, pulling his pants down just a bit after he no longer had to unbutton them. The guy had already done that. He pushed his fingers to Liam's mouth, his lips brushed against his ear, and he whispered, "Suck."
Liam followed the instruction and took the fingers into his mouth, making them wet; saliva ran down his chin, and he slurped obscenely.
"A real slut who knows what she's doing." Liam whimpered softly and moistened his fingers well. Zayn pulled them out of his mouth and kissed him passionately as he placed them at his entrance without warning and traced light circles around his needy hole. He stretched it further, kissed it, and stretched it just enough not to hurt him. Then he pulled back. He sucked on Liam's lips, "Are you going to take it all, baby?" Liam nodded and then screamed as Zayn pushed his cock into him, it was big, so big. Damn, he had never had such a big cock inside him, he breathed heavily and tears ran down his cheeks. "Do you need a moment?" Zayn's voice was tender and sounded concerned. Liam nodded, he couldn't muster more at the moment. He had never felt so full, and he felt small kisses from Zayn, who was stroking his ribs under his shirt. "You do it so well, baby, you take him so well, you take me so well inside you. As if you were made for it" Liam kissed him lightly, then nodded. That was enough for Zayn to take it as a sign to move, the pace started slowly and gradually increased. "I want to hear you, you want them to hear you. Don't hold back," Liam cried out as Zayn thrust hard.
"Just like that," he moaned into Liam's neck, thrusting into him fiercely, his cock craving attention. "Can I... can I... please?" His hand slowly slid away from the spot where Zayn had placed it on the glass.
"No," Zayn said sharply, "I take care of you." Liam nodded. "Please, Zayn... please touch me" he moaned and his wish was granted. The stretching was intense and it hurt, his cheeks soaked with tears, but it was pure pleasure; no one had ever fucked him so well. Zayn ran his thumb over his irritated glans and then quickly and with slight pressure moved up and down in time with his thrusts. "May I...can...can I please...Zayn," he bit into his shoulder "Come now" and Liam came in long white strands against the glass, he brought his hand to Liam's mouth and let him suck the remnants, and he did so, looking him in the eyes.
"Little slut," Liam grinned slightly and closed his eyes. Zayn kissed him tenderly. "Come on, the boss is probably done," Zayn supported him, Liam pulled up his pants and looked at the cum that was running down the window. Zayn's semen seeped into his underwear, directly from his hole. "You are clean, right?" Zayn nodded. "I know it's you too," he grins. He led Liam thru the crowd, his hand firmly on her waist, and brought them outside where a blonde boy was waiting, grinning. "Where's the boss?" Blondie grinned wider. "Sure, he's just not as quick as you are," Zayn shot him a dirty look.
"Shut up, Niall," he just nodded, laughing, and got in. "Come on, sweetie," he pushed Liam onto the seat, and he flinched. "Come here," Zayn pulled him onto his lap and he snuggled against him. "God, you are all lost," Zayn gave Niall the middle finger and they drove off.
Louis, on the other hand, was fucked on the sofa in Liam's living room, riding Harry like a possessed person, filled with lust and anger. He had left him alone for so long, not knowing if he was still alive. He slid his hands under Harry's shirt.
The jerk Damien had pushed himself into the taxi and had gone with Louis to Liam, talking incessantly about how sorry he was. When they arrived, he reached for Louis, but a growl and a sharp remark from Harry made Damien recoil.
"I've taken care of people for less, touch him and it'll be the last thing you do," Louis looked up at him. He was sitting on the steps of Liam's house as if it belonged to him, and he looked good, so good. Louis didn't know what he had expected, but not that Harry looked like he was doing well.
He had spent hours calming his swollen eyes from crying just for tonight. And that bastard stood there like a damn Adonis!
Louis quickly passed by Damien, pushing his way into the house with Harry.
"You've got guts," was all he said, and then the dam broke as Harry reached for him; he swung at him and was pulled to his chest.
"Stop it," he commanded. Louis's tears ran incessantly down his cheeks. He wanted him now, to feel him so that he knew it wasn't a dream. He fumbled with Harry's pants and whimpered desperately, "Baby." Louis didn't react.
"Fuck me" was all he said, and Harry picked him up and carried him into the living room. Louis didn't kiss him; he crawled on all fours onto the sofa to get into position, and Harry climbed behind him. "Come on," he groaned irritably. Harry obeyed, sliding into him after preparing Louis and moaning loudly. He fucks him hard. Louis urged him on, "More, fuck me harder," he shouted with a trembling voice.
Harry wanted to give him everything, but also not hurt him. He knew that Louis hadn't had sex for just as long. "Baby, please talk to me," Louis pressed Harry onto the couch beneath him and rode him. He didn't stop him. Louis placed his hands on his chest and felt something that felt like a bump; he paused and ripped open the shirt. There were scars that looked like holes, as if someone had shot him.
His gaze fell on Harry, and he looked at him lovingly. "I sold everything and I'm here now, everything is fine, baby," Louis shook his head. "Don't ever do that again," he kissed the scars, nestled against his chest as he sat up again, taking Harry's face in his hands. "I don't need 365 days, not a whole year. I love you, please never let me believe again that you are dead," Harry stared at him.
"Say it again," Louis grinned tearfully. "I love you, Harry," then Harry overwhelmed him with a kiss. "You belong to me," he moaned against Louis' lips. "Only yours," he moaned as Harry quickly moved inside him and spoiled him.
"I love you," said Harry reverently. They were both sweaty and a tangle of limbs that clung to each other. Louis traced lazy circles on Harry's chest and kissed the scar again. "Promise me," Harry nodded. "I Promise you," Louis kissed him gently, Harry pulled him onto himself, and he rested his head back on his chest.
"Marry me," slipped from Harry's lips. As absurd as it sounded, Louis wanted nothing more than to be with Harry for the rest of his life. He kissed him. "Then let's get married, darling," Harry kissed him again and was just about to start another round with Louis when the door swung open.
"Boss...oh shit" Niall looked down in shame. Liam came over to them, shocked and unimpressed. "The couch is worth a fortune, you prigs," Louis laughed.
"Li, what do you have there?" he asked, pointing to Liam's pants that had a splash of dried sperm on them. "It was expensive," he said and turned to Zayn, who was just leaning in the doorway, smoking contentedly. "I'll buy you a new one," Louis's eyes widened. "You two?" Liam waved it off. "Could you pull your cock out of my best friend?" Harry didn't think about it and thrust forward, which made Louis Loudly moaning, his eyes closed in pleasure. He had missed him so much.
Niall hurriedly left the room and Zayn just laughed. "He won't stop, come on sweetie. Show me your room, then I'll make up for the mess right again," Liam's cheeks were flushed. "Or do you want them to watch?" Liam pushed Zayn out of the room. Louis laughed and then moaned as Harry fucked him. "I love you," he murmured between gasps and moans.
"I love you too." Louis pushed his hair back and looked him directly in the eyes, Harry poured himself into him and then collapsed on him. "So easy, huh?" Harry bit Louis's nipple and sucked on it, moved inside him, and he came between them. "So easy, huh?" he grinned back contentedly.