Zayn Malik, I. [zustin mieber]

Chapter 7

[I DID SOMETHING AND OMFG. SMUT BUT NOT SMUT.]

Niall doesn't eat anything for breakfast, even when Zayn threatens to force feed him. He's been staying at our house, the police are involved with what had been happening to Niall. He refuses to eat because he says he needs to punish himself for it. He only misses breakfast though, which confuses me.I don't want to question anything he does though, because I don't know what will set him off.

Having Niall live with us, I've noticed a few things he shares with Zayn. Well, I've noticed a few looks, and they aren't bad looks, just ones I don't understand. I can trust Zayn to help Niall, I know this, just not when his depression is back. Zayn can do bad things when he's depressed, and I'm hoping it doesn't get too bad.

It's lunch time, and Niall is eating some soup Zayn made as I eat some toast. He's on his second bowl. I don't get how he doesn't eat breakfast only to eat a lot for lunch. Yet again, I don't have any of the problems Niall or Zayn had.

From what I know about Niall is his parents did horrible things to him from rape, to abuse, to locking him in the basement for a week with nothing but a bottle of water and some apples because he failed a math unit.

Zayn had come from a nice family. I was friends with him from a younger age. When Zayn came out to his friends, they turned on him. It involved a lot of things I hate thinking about, he ended up in the hospital. Finally, he had to tell his parents, which he did. His parents were angry. They hadn't 'raised' him to be gay, and now he was costing them money because of it with the hospital bills. He tried to kill himself a few times after they kicked him out. That's around the time we made things official. I feel like I helped Zayn so much, and now I'm hoping he can help Niall. I know it seems like a lot, but I'll be there to help him.

Lost in thought I don't realize Niall is gone from his seat until Zayn wraps his arms around me. He kisses my neck until I pull away, confused.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Niall's at the station. Please, Justin. I need this," Zayn mumbles in my neck. He kisses my sweet spot and starts to suck it. I moan, unable to help myself.

"Zee... Are you just using me?" I ask. I really want to, but not if he's only using me.

"I don't know... Daddy. Am I?" With those words I lose it. I shove my chair back and attack Zayn's neck, tangling my fingers in his hair. I kiss him hard, running my tongue along his jaw. Zayn's skin heats up.

"Bedroom, please?" I beg. I don't really feel like taking him on the kitchen table. Zayn squeezes my dick before running away. "You ass!" I shout, following him quickly. In the bedroom, Zayn is lying on the bed, trying to take his jeans off. I slap his hand away. At first I think I did it too hard, but then Zayn smiles up at me.

"What does Daddy want?" He asks.

"For you to call me something else," I say, helping him with his jeans. (Which is mostly me just giving him a hand job through his pants.)

"Master?"

"No."

"Sir?"

"No."

"Bae?"

"I won't fuck you."

"Well Mr. Crabby Pants. That's not nice."

"I'm going to make you cum tea," I hiss. Zayn starts to laugh, and I smile. I love his laugh so much. I kiss Zayn on the lips, long and hard, still rubbing him through his boxers.

"I think that would be weird," He whispers, looking up at me after the kiss. Zayn blinks once, twice, three times, and his lips look so red and wet, I want them to produce so many sounds, I want to hear him beg, to say my name. I kiss Zayn's forehead, I know he's hard and close by the way he's biting his lip. I tell him to lie on his back while I finish taking off his pants, his erection breaking free. I take it in my hands and watch Zayn fall apart as I toy with it.

"You're so submissive," I say. "Doing everything I tell you. Sometimes I hate it."

"Please... I love it, I love they w-way you touch me," Zayn moans. He begins to move around, his teeth about to tear a hole in his lip.

"Are you close?" I ask. He nods. I kneel over Zayn who reaches his hands under my shirt to claw at my back.

"I need this. I've been a good little boy for you, Justin. Not that I'm much shorter than you b-b-ut you know." Another moan makes it's way form his lips. Zayn lifts his back off the bed, his nails digging into my back, he comes. It's hot and messy. Then, Zayn cries. I know that it isn't me, the reason he's crying. He did this when we last had sex. I kiss below his ear.

"Go have a shower, Zee, you're covered in cum. The we'll cuddle and you can cry some more if you need." And that's what he does. When Zayn gets back from his shower, I've cleaned myself off and changed into some new clothes. He lays his head on my chest, and I can tell somethings wrong. It's not like Zayn to get dressed in the bathroom.

"I love you, Justin." He whispers, kissing my covered stomach. "So. So much." I play with his hair, and when I'm about to say it back, I see them.

Four little cuts on the side of Zayn's hand.

After a year of being clean, this has finally become too much.

[Sooooo on Friday I'm going to see Imagine Dragons with my cousin and I LIKE THEM JUST I DON'T KNOW ALL THEIR SONGS SO I'M BINGE LISTENING TO THEM. I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS UPDATE. MORE WHENEVER I WRITE IT.]