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

T E N - Deep In The Woods, Comes A Cry Of Despair

DISCLAMER: I'm a Horrible Person.

          Liam and Louis finally snuck away from their work, Louis giggling as he tugged his lovers shirt over his head, their lips joining together as they climbed into the loft of their parents old barn.

          "Be quiet Lou, they could hear." He whispered, referring to the new slaves they had been given by the Horan’s. They were still entrust worthy and sneaky. But Louis and Liam still snuck around, kissing behind building and having sex in the hay loft on the occasion it got too hot to stay in the sun any longer.

          "I can’t—you’re so handsome." He giggled, arching his hips of the pile of straw and pulling off his jeans.

          "I love you so much Lou," Liam whispered, trailing kisses down the lads body, reaching the trail of his happy trail and taking it between his teeth, tugging on it and making the elder whimper in pleasure, begging for Liam, so despite for his touch.

          Liam finally gave in, licking over Louis' achingly hard tip, the paler boy squirming under his grasp. Today was there sister’s wedding day, only a few more hours and the Payne’s would leave, send their little sister off to be wed to that dreaded Horan boy.

          But Liam and Louis couldn’t help themselves. They were so hot and sweaty, and the other just looked so delectable in the hot sun, they couldn’t keep their hands off.

          So they found themselves in the Barn, Liam’s buried to the hilt inside Louis, moving his body in and out, the floor bored squeaking loudly.

~*~

          A new slave walked to the barn, a pale of water in his hand for the Horses as Mr. Payne had commanded.

          Neighboring families were at the house, congratulating the soon to be bride, The Horan’s also sat in the Parlor, talking over Arrangements of the newlyweds.

          The Slave boy opened the barn door slightly, stopping in his tracks as sounds of pleasure filled his ears, making his stomach turn. It was men’s voices, crying and moaning and pleading for more.

          He gasped quietly, setting his pale down slowly and running back to the House. He knew he wasn’t aloud in there, but he barged in anyways. A crime like such doesn’t go unspoken of.

          "What are you doing in here?" A male voice growled at the small slave who tried to catch his breath. "I-In the barn—" He panted, pointing to the large red structure out the window. "Well, c'mon! Spit it out boy!" The man he recognized as Master Horan spat. "M-Master Louis and M-Master Liam..." He panted out again. "T-There m...making love." He managed.

          Master Payne’s eyes glown red. He knew those boys were trouble, they were mongrels.

          The men rushed out of the doors, Master Payne in the front as the group of eight followed, The women watching from the porch.

          Mae’s breath was caught in her through. Not her brothers, not her wonderful, loving big brother.

          She snuck away from the group, taking a run across the wooded back yard, were she aimed for The Horan’s Plantation were she knew Niall would be.

~*~

          Liam was so close to his edge, tugging on Louis slick hair, staring into the oceans of ice blue, a faint smile on his lips. "L-Louis," He moaned under his breath.

          Just then, the slamming of the Barn doors startled the two boys apart, there naked bodies sweaty, there worked up hearts pounding out of their chests like rabbits, cornered by a hunter.