S(l)ave Me

XI

"And his eyes. They're like this golden brown. Like the sunset or summat."

Niall rolled his eyes. "Yes, Zayn, I've heard. Golden eyes. Baby soft hair. Perfect body. And that's just the beginning," Niall mocked. "His endless curiosity and willingness to please. The perfect slave."

Zayn didn't catch on to Niall's teasing, instead just nodding. "Exactly. He's perfect. I want him."

Niall shook his head. "Then you shouldn't have matched him with someone else."

"I didn't want to," Zayn mumbled.

They were just a few streets from Zayn's mansion and he was piss drunk and needed to get home to Marvin so he could detox him for the party.

"Then why didn't you match him with yourself?"

"I tried."

"What?!" Niall's voice went up an octave higher. "When?"

"Weeks ago. I finally broke and ran my profile against his." Zayn hung his head. "It wasn't a match."

Niall placed a solid hand on Zayn's knee. "I'm sorry, mate."

"It's okay. I found the perfect match for him." It wasn't okay. None of this was okay.

"And you still won't tell me who it is."

Zayn shook his finger at Niall. "It's a surprise," he giggled.

Niall rolled his eyes as he pulled into Zayn's round driveway. "Alright, Zee, go grab a shower. And no blowing Liam in the meantime."

Zayn gasped, then laughed. That sounded like a great idea. "Oh, I bet he tastes amazing."

Niall scoffed and pushed Zayn out of the car. Zayn stumbled just a little before righting himself and walking up his steps into his house. The door opened with a bang. "Oops." He fell right into a broad body. When he looked up he saw the angel face he'd been drinking to all morning. "Liam, darling," he sighed.

Liam leaned in just a little and Zayn's heartbeat shot through the roof, but then he backed up with a disgusted face. "Are you drunk?"

Zayn pursed his lips and slurred, "High on love, baby."

Then Liam was talking and Zayn tried to catch the words and not get distracted by his lips. "...and you need a shower even more than I do."

Taking personal offense that Liam thought himself anything less than perfect he argued, "What'd you mean? You smell great." Then just to make sure he pressed his nose to Liam's skin and inhaled. "Like pastries," he hummed.

"Yes," Liam huffed. "Pastries for your party. That starts soon. So, once again, shower."

Shower. That reminded the man of his earlier plan. "Shower. Let's do that." Zayn tried to whisk them off to the shower but only managed to wrap himself around Liam. "Come shower with me," he said instead, to convince him.

Zayn was expecting Liam to agree with his brilliant plan, but he only got choked sounds in response. Zayn was just about to explain to Liam the merits of his idea when his arm was lifted from Liam and draped around a set of shoulders.

"Come now, Mr. Malik. You've a party to attend."

"Marvin," Zayn sighed. Finally someone to agree with him. He could get Marvin to explain to Liam his brilliance. "Liam and I were just going to shower."

"I'm sure that's not true."

Marvin was being polite. He knew Marvin's polite voice by now. Probably for Liam's sake. But he didn't want polite he wanted dirty. Dirty Liam. "It is," he insisted. "I was going to suck him off against the tile." Marvin led him quickly away, towards the staff hall. "I'd let him come in my mouth. Swallow it, too. I know," Zayn interjected himself, "It's not a very 'Master' thing to do, but I bet he tastes so good."