The Difference Between Light And Dark {Larry}•{BDSM}•{Hybrid}•{MPreg}

Chapter Twenty

Two more chapters then an epilogue and this is all over...then the series will be over...*tear*

Louis is jittery. His hands are shaking as he tries to grab the soap but the stupid bar just won't cooperate and it keeps sliding through his fingers. He finally gives up, burying his face in his hands and taking deep, calming breaths in order to prevent the tears from falling. He's crying over a bar of soap. A bar of soap. 

He growls in frustration, ears matted down against his head as he crouches, the hot water soaking through his fringe, transferring it down to run down his face. He grips the bar tightly, the soap squishy and liquidy from being under the water for so long. His fingers make four grooves in the sides of the bar of red, pomegranate scented soap. He angrily scrubbed at his skin until his entire being is covered with suds and angry red markings.

His tiny body is shivering, quaking under the steady stream, shoulders shaking as he thinks about what is about to happen. Best case scenario - Harry and him will be fine and they will come home happy and live happily ever after with their kittens. Worst case scenario - Harry goes to prison for having a disobedient hybrid, Louis will go to pound, and killed for being vicious, and their kittens will go to foster care and they will never see their parents.

Just the thought of the latter has Louis falling on his arse, pulling his knees to his chest to sob into them, his dark abyss of a mind overpowering until he's completely broken down. Only when two strong arms wrap around him down he realize how long he's been crying. Louis twists his body around, burying his face in Harry's bare chest for comfort, breathing in his musky scent.

Harry rubs large, warm hands over his back, down his spine to the base of his tail and back again. "Everything is going to be okay, darling, I promise. Nothing will happen that you don't want to."

Louis sniffles, sobbing and hiccuping as he confesses, "I d-don't w-want you t-to go t-to prison bec-cause of me and I don't w-want my kit-ttens to go th-through fost-ter." 

Harry shakes his head, tightening his grip around the boy. "No, no. Nothing like that will happen. You and our kittens will be fine. We have all the evidence that we need to prove it was just self defense. You did nothing wrong, you were just protecting our triplets," Harry assures, running a hand down Louis' front to his stomach. "Want me to calm you down? I can do just that."

Louis nods, wiping his red rimmed eyes. "Daddy, please," he begs, sobs really, into Harry's neck. "Please," he wraps the Dominant's hair around his fist, pulling and begging, mouthing wetly at his damp skin.

Harry turns them, pushing Louis up against the fogged glass shower door, laying down against the spanse of it. He straddles his little boys hips, kissing up his chest, sucking all the water in all the crevices on his way up. He presses a chaste kiss to Louis' lips, his mouth open and sweet. 

"Let's get this out of you, huh?" Harry muses, tapping on the jeweled buttplug nestled in between the kittens cheeks. Louis mewls, nodding frantically when the tip nuzzles his prostate.  He pulled it out when a wet slurp, glancing around the shower at all it's contents. The bottle of mint shampoo catches his eye and he reaches up for it, pouring a good amount onto his fingers. The cold substance makes him shiver, but he lathers the minty bubbles in his large hand until warmed, then proceeds to  spread it over his hard cock. 

His dick hits Louis' knees as he spreads them, pumping himself a few times. He lines up, pushing in swiftly. Louis arches his back, a breathy gasp escaping from his lips. Harry grips his hips, burying his face in the kitten's neck. He pulls out until just the tip is in his husband's tight heat and pushes forward, snapping his hips. 

He pounds into the tiny boys arse, grabbing his hips and slamming him back down. Louis screams out, muffling his moans and loud noises with the back of his hand. He slams his warm hand against the fogged up glass, the cool air bringing a nice shock to his system.

He cums with a scream onto his stomach, curling around him and clenching around his husband's large cock. Harry smacks his hand down on Louis' arse, the flesh blooming with pain and an angry red handprint.

"Did I say you could cum, princess?" The Dom growls.

Louis whimpers, shaking his head. "N-no, Daddy."

Harry nodded, his chiseled hips stopping to empty his load into the boy. "Cockring...three days starting tomorrow," he pants.

Louis nods, kissing his lips with a small 'thank you'.

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A/N: I don't know how hearings work so please make one up in your head, I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm sorry.

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Louis sobs, scream crying into his Dominant's neck. Harry holds him close, burying his nose into the soft skin of the Submissive's neck, arms wrapping around his thin waist. The Sub is wearing a plain black dress, per his request and Harry's fulfillment, clinging to every curve and dip in his skin.

Louis is ripped away from his Dominant's comforting arms and brought into another chest. He screams, kicking and reaching for the man, sobbing louder, tears streaming down his blotchy red face.

"Jesus, Lou, I just wanted a hug," Niall pouts, releasing the distraught hybrid.  Louis falls back into Harry's chest, mouthing at his sharp suit.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he babbles, through his choked sobs. 

Harry holds him close to his firm body, relieved adrenaline flowing through his veins. "Don't thank me, darling."

As soon as the words "not guilty" left the judges mouth, Louis bursted into tears and fell into his Dom's arms.

"Why mummy cry'ng?" A small voice asks. 

Louis shakes his head, turning to bend and pick up Jet, the small kitten staring at him with wide curious eyes. "I'm just really happy, baby."

Jet seemed to except that excuse, taking the white tissue when Zayn, the man holding the newborns carrier in his hand, and handing it to his mum. "Here, mummy."

Louis laughs wetly, dabbing at his eyes. "Thank you." Jet wrapped his chubby little arms around Louis' neck, allowing his mother to mouth his thanks to the Dominant standing behind him. 

Louis cried a lot that night. He stuck to Harry's side like glue, thankful and relieved that he knew he'd never have to leave the man - ever.

That sucked ass (just like Harry). Im sorry it's been so long, but I've just been busy and haven't been in the mood for this.