S(l)ave Me

XVII

Happy #SlaveMeThursday my loves! Some more Ziam for you! A little suspense. A little angst. A little fluff. What more could a Ziam shippers want ima right??

COMMENTS AND VOTES! MWAH!! Xoxo

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"Sir," Liam gulped.

"I've been looking everywhere for you."

Liam's eyes shifted back to the door that Zayn would surely be coming out of in moments. "I was just leaving, sir."

"Going where?"

Liam started to walk towards Marcus, hoping to steer him away from theatre seven. "To, um, to the ceremony planner's, sir. Like I said earlier." He formed it more as a question.

"How was the movie?"

Liam started to pass Marcus, making him turn away from the door and face Liam just as Zayn came out. When he saw them he froze and Liam's eyes flicked to him before going back to Marcus. "It was okay, I guess. Do you want to escort me to the planner's, sir?"

"What's the rush? Tell me more about the movie. What'd you see?"

Zayn closed the door gently behind him and searched the immediate area for somewhere to go. The bathroom was across the hall right behind Marcus. His only chance. He gave Liam a pointed look and then glanced towards the bathroom.

"Yes, okay," Liam answered both Marcus and Zayn. "The, um, the movie was..." He watched Zayn slide across the tacky carpet only feet behind Marcus. "It was awful, actually. I fell asleep part way through and I don't really remember it." He tried to laugh it off, but it was stiff and jolting. "I'd much rather be at the planner's." Liam offered Marcus his hand and begged him with his thoughts to take it. Marcus disregarded the hand, but started walking with Liam towards the exit. Zayn slipped into the bathroom just as Liam turned around. They walked down the hall a few feet before Liam pretended at innocence. "I have to use the restroom, sir, and I came in a separate car anyway, so why don't you go ahead and I'll meet you there?"

Marcus pursed his lips in assessment before nodding tightly. "Alright, but don't be long, I need to get back to work."

Liam jumped at the chance. "I wouldn't want to keep you from work." He clasped his hands behind his back to show submission and suggested. "Your work is so important to you. Why don't I just come by after I go to the planner's with all the details and you can show me off to your coworkers? I would, uh, I'd love to meet them."

"Show you off," Marcus repeated with a glint in his eye. "Yes, why don't I? Show off my perfect slave." He ran a hand down Liam's back and gave his ass a squeeze before leaving around the corner.

Liam twitched at the gross feeling of someone touching him after Zayn. He nearly ran back to the bathroom and rounded the corner to find Zayn leaning against the entrance with a stern face and closed fists, but his face went soft at seeing Liam. "Wha-"

"Touch me," Liam asked. "Please, I feel-I just need your hands on me."

Zayn wrapped his arms around Liam protectively, his hands sliding down to pull Liam closer by his ass. "I will always touch you, baby. All you have to do is ask." Liam tucked his face under Zayn's chin and kissed his scruff. "My entire career I have respected that man," Zayn growled. "But now I can't stand him. I hate the way he touches you, or doesn't touch you. I hate that he calls you his. I hate him."

Liam rubbed his thumb across Zayn's lips. "I don't care about him. I just want you."

Zayn sighed and kissed Liam, letting his lips sit against Liam's for a minute. "I heard you in the hallway. You have to go."