One Direction Requested One Shots

Mr. Boss [Nouis]

A.N.: *singing* I haaaate this. Yay. Not the prompt, the way I interpreted it. TW: mentions of rape

Louis sat up from the couch as a new shipment of arrivals were herded in, men and women of every age and every degree of undress were shepherded into the warehouse by armed guards. Louis gestured for the guards to start lining up their new patrons and muffled whines rippled through the crowd as they were roughhoused into position until they stood in three rows of endless lines and then Louis walked closer to the lines.

He heading to the far left of the first line because this was the task his father had given him, to sort the new arrivals, however unwilling at their abrupt kidnapping. Louis looked the first person up and down, a curvaceous girl with mascara streaming down his face. Louis rolled his eyes before he waved his hand carelessly. “Brothel.” He sighed before he stepped to the right and he could hear the girl let out a whimper as she was carded away. That’s all she would be fit for, the sex trade, and Louis would feel bad for her if he had a shred of conscious left.

Louis looked to the next person, a sickly looking man with gangly arms and trembling hands. “Crack shop.” He sighed again and waved his hand, moving down the line slowly. He sent the next person, a tall man red and bruised and terribly beaten up, to the training room so he could be brainwashed and conditioned into another one of their little soldiers and the person after that to the same place.

As he worked his way through the crowd, he sent a mix of people to work cutting their drugs or to make their way on their back or to train to be their muscle but it wasn’t until he’d gotten halfway through the second line when he stumbled upon a short, small blonde man, sniffling and wiping at his eyes with the neck of his shirt. Once he realized Louis had stopped in front of him, he keened low in his throat and reluctantly looked up and Louis was instantly taken aback by eyes as blue as cerulean gems and so glossy it was like they were glazed.

Louis stopped, looked the man over once, twice, three more times and, the whole while, the blonde was flushing a brighter shade of red with every passing moment. Finally, Louis opened his mouth and, without taking his eyes off the blonde, he whispered a single word instruction to the guards. “Mine.” He breathed, flitting his tongue over his bottom lip lightly before he turned his head to look at the nearest guard. “Take this one to my room.”

The blonde gasped as the guard moved forward and grabbed him almost too roughly and Louis only had to glare at the guard for him to loosen his hold but he still carted the blonde off with purpose. Louis sped his way through the rest of the people, classing them almost too hastily, but he was anxious to head to his room and go meet that blonde properly. He couldn’t explain his sudden and unprecedented attraction.

Maybe it was the look of innocence in the blonde’s eyes that made Louis wonder how his eyes would look when he was completely debauched. Maybe it was the way his sniffles caught in his throat that made Louis think about how he would sound if the blonde had moans caught in his throat instead. Sure, the blonde looked reluctant as all hell and he would take a fair amount of convincing but Louis was up for the challenge. He looked forward to it.

Louis sauntered through the halls as he headed to his room, hands stuffed deep in his pocket as he whistled through his teeth. Anyone who passed him nodded in respect but Louis barely noticed because he had a one track mind and absolutely nothing would deter him, not even his father. When he finally, finally reached his bedroom, he could hardly contain his excitement and he pushed his door open easily, dismissing the guard that was stationed outside.

He’d expected the blonde to be sitting on his bed when he walked in, waiting patiently and maybe even naked but that was honestly wishful thinking and what he walked in on was a much more realistic outlook on the situation. The blonde was feverishly tugging on the window, trying to open it but it was sealed shut and the only section that could be opened wasn’t enough to fit a person through.