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Problems of a Superhero

"So?" Director Cordon asks, glaring at the men sitting at the table in front of him. "Anyone want to explain this?"

He points to the tv screen, a picture of Harry and Louis standing together in the news station is plastered on the celebrity gossip part of the news. The caption at the bottom said: Louis Tomlinson Brings New Fling to Work?

Louis leans back in his chair with a groan. Harry covers his face with his hands as his elbows rest on the table. Zayn and Niall sit silently with their fingers intertwined.

Director Grimshaw uncrosses his arms to slam his hand on the table, "Hey! This is serious! None of you were supposed to be seen together!"

Louis stands abruptly, "Well then maybe you shouldn't have revealed our identities to each other! We were doing just fine before this team!"

Grimshaw points stiffly, "Sit your ass down."

"Make me."

Grimshaw hums and whips out his gun, pointing it immediately at Agent Mendes' head as he stands against the wall of the meeting room. Shawn flinches at the sight of the gun aiming at him, he steps back farther against the wall.

"Sit." Grimshaw states through gritted teeth.

Louis scoffs, "You're not going to shoot your own agent."

"This is serious, Tomlinson." Grimshaw threatens, "Don't test me."

Louis squints, "You're bluffing."

"Am I?"

"Louis," Shawn stutters shakily, "He's not bluffing..."

Louis glances at the fearful agent then back to the angry director. Grimshaw says slowly, "Our mission is serious. If one agent has to die for the rest of the world to live, then I'll happily take that option."

Louis hesitates, but slowly places himself back in the seat that he had abandoned. Grimshaw smirks and lowers his gun.

"Now that's all over," Cordon starts exasperatedly, "Get back to training. We don't know when they're going to attack, we must be prepared at all times."

The team sighs at the director's orders but they stay silent as the directors leave.

Shawn clears his throat and steps in front of the table, "So um, I'll escort you back to your wing of HQ now." As they all get up to follow him and he opens the door for them, he mumbles to Louis, "Thank you," Louis stops in front of him, watching as Shawn tries to find the right words, "Uh, just... thanks."

Louis gives a small smile, "It's what I do, Shawn."

Shawn licks his lips, glancing down at Louis' lips as he does so. "So," Shawn whispers, "Maybe we can try something else in training today..."

As Niall and Zayn spar and Harry tries to fix his aiming with his powers, Louis is busy with Shawn in the training room locker room, or more of a changing room with how small it is.

"Oh god," Shawn breathes into Louis' neck. "Right there."

Louis grunts softly as he readjusts the man hanging off his hips. "Come on," He whispers, mostly to himself. "Fuck yes."

"God, it's been too long since I've had a good fuck." Shawn admits with his eyes closed. "This is great, Louis."

Louis tries to smile as he lifts Shawn by his thighs to try to hit inside of the agent better. "Will the directors be mad about this?"

Shawn groans from pleasure as he tries to answer with Louis pushing harder inside of him. "Uh, I don't know. I don't think so, but it's not like we're going to tell them about this."