Angel's Mural â"‚ Ziall Horalik Mini-Fic

F O U R - The One That Turned Him Gay

          Niall found himself on the same Mulberry tree, picking berries and popping them in his mouth as he watched his favorite little worker, none other than the light skinned dark boy named Zayn, who was covered in sweat and dirt and hell did he look good just like that.

          Niall bit his lip harshly as Zayn reached his arm up to wipe away the droplets of salty sweat. It made Niall flustered, so confused and betrayed by the ache in his groin. What was going on with him? Everyone had been so sticks on keeping their children attracted to the other sex.

          But Niall? Oh they must have hit a nerve. All the pounding not to be homosexual, how horrible, wrong, and how disgusting it was, must have turned Niall the other way, and wonder what exactly was disgusting about the same sex?

          After all, they had the same body parts? They knew what felt good, and what didn’t. Where it felt god to touch, what makes you cum faster, harder. When you looked at it, The same sex was probably the best person to make you feel good.

          And hell, did Niall want Zayn to make him feel good. He wanted him to touch him everywhere, using his large tongue, (And Niall knew just how big his tongue was, he liked licking his lips) in places so intimate no one would even think of putting something down there.

          The blonde was so lost in thought, watching the dark lad; he’d almost forgot to cover the problem bruin in his jeans. “Ugh,” He groaned, jumping from the tree and deciding to take a spot at the trunk, were he curled his knees as not to show off his growing manhood.

          Instead, he only watched Zayn more, as the thrall resorted to grabbing the hem of his shirt, latching his fingers into the dirty cloth and pulling it over his head, his body flexing, his sweaty, juicy, hairy abs glistening.

          Niall’s jaw hit the floor, his erection hitting the clouds. How in the hell could this moment get any fucking better?

          He threw his head back, letting out a blissful groan. When he looked back, Zayn was taking a thirsty glance, his Carmel orbs racking over Niall’s buff body. He looked so flustered and…Hard.

          Zayn bit on his lip, looking away. Had Master been watching him? No, certainly he wouldn’t want to bed with Zayn, of everyone, he wouldn’t be watching him.

          The dark boy glanced around him. There were no other workers Master might be attracted to? Maybe he was looking at something in his book? Why else would he look so wonderfully driven, So aching. The way he withered around in his spot, his head thrown back.

          His neck muscles would flex when he swallowed, making Zayn gulp. Why was Master so perfect? So fucking beautiful, and why did he absolutely drive Zayn’s senses mad?

           “Back to work!” A dark voice growled, A wipe lashing Zayn’s skin, making the boy cry out. Why did everyone have to whip him? Why couldn’t they just tell him to get back to work and he would! There was no need to whip him like an animal!

           “Hey!” Masters Sharp voice hollered and the man stood down, lowering his whip, A new lash mark covering Zayn’s already scared back.