Baby Blue (Niam/One Direction)boyxboy

Prologue

"My love, why don't you stay still?" Liam purred sweet venom into the blonde's pale ear, having Niall's thin body pressed against the wall of his office. Liam's rough hands gripped his thin wrists in a tight hold, having Niall trapped between the wall and the CEO's body.

"B-because..." The latter squirmed and adverted his teary blue eyes every where but the man before him. "It's wrong, this is wrong, not to mention fucking illegal..." He cringed painfully when Liam's fingers constricted harder around his wrists.

"You're so weak," Liam dipped his head down to lather the ivory skin with his lips. The well-trimmed and thin beard blanketing his face irritated the sensitive epidermis of Niall's neck, causing the younger lad to shiver involuntarily, Liam chuckled, "I can feel your walls crumbling so fast that it's pathetic to watch you contradict yourself." Liam nipped at the reddening flesh which sent a raging fire storm through Niall, his heart rate accelerating.

"No! Stop it!" He thrashed in Liam's grip, "I'll call the police on your ass so fast if you touch me one more time." This was the moment he stared defiantly into Liam's nearly black irises.

The man laughed, he fucking laughed, right in Niall's face. It was followed by a scoff and the closeness of their faces only but a mere two inches. Liam's breath danced across Niall's lips making them tingle. "Who's going to believe you, Niall?" He took the blonde's chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing his bright blue eyes to stare into his. "You can't do anything, and you won't."

Niall sucked his bottom lip underneath his top row of teeth. It's true, he'd get made fun of, the fact that the Liam Payne's hands are on him right now is a far-fetched imagination as it is. Niall shook his head in defeat, Liam knew, he'd already planned sinking the young boy in for his sick pleasures. Niall released a shuddering breath of defeat, going slightly limp in the man's arms.

Liam licked his lips approvingly and released the blonde's wrists, his eyes menacing as if daring the Irish bloke to make a run for the door. His large hand cupped Niall's cheek, the pad of his thumb stroking across the bone as he whispered gently, "Your mine." His smooth lips migrated along the porcelain surface of Niall's jaw.

And once again, the blonde shivered. Now he was stuck, he was trapped, and there was no way of getting out. Liam's one of the most powerful men in Ireland - and there was only one option as well as answer... Submissive blue met dominant brown.

"Yes sir..."