Whispers (Ziall/Zarry)

Whispers

Prologue

He continued to thrust inside, much harder and faster. The teenage lad he picked at some filthy pub cried as he gripped on the white sheets for dear life which were most likely already stained by his own blood. Zayn Malik didn't care if he was hurting him... he was too horny and blinded to care.

"Shit. Ouch! Please... be gentle." said the whimpering boy beneath him.

"Fuck off slut, you wanted this. So shut the fuck up!" Zayn didnt budge and yanked the curly boy's hair then mauling it back on the tear stained pillow. He pounded much harder, pulling his length until only the head was inside before slamming it all the way back in with such great force. They continued the inhumane rhythm as he was now beginning to feel the heat coiling inside his stomach and within a short while he came, spilling his spunk inside the boy. The hot liquids surging inside caused the boy to wince uncontrollably as the semens seeped down heavily on his abused hole.

"Get out." Zayn ordered as he got himself a fag from the bedside table, lighting it up before taking a long drag then blowing the smoke on the poor boy's face. "Here's your tip, the rest is on that fat pimp. Now scam before I beat the living lights out of you!"

Afraid that he might die on the spot, the boy hurried his way out of the exclusive hotel the older man booked. Zayn didn't bother walking him outside or finding him a cab, he wasn't the sweet nor romantic type. That was just a fucking rentboy, he needn't to act all charming on him. As soon as he finished the spliff, he then went inside the shower to wash the dried comes off his body. He couldn't help but laugh at the lanky boy he fucked senseless minutes ago. He took note of his longs limbs and pale skinny body. Well he did have some remarkable points to remember. Those luscious brown curls that reminded him so much of dried moss, his pale white skin that Zayn made sure to leave ample bites and bruises, fat red lips that he bit until it drew blood and the most notable feature was his dull emerald eyes. It looked too desperate and Zayn could sense how the young one badly needed the quids.

Zayn couldn't care less if he didn't ask for his name. He did but fuck that, it's not like they'll build a whole new relationship. Zayn's heart had already died 7 years ago. After his fiancée Marionette left him after getting shot by her drunk father. The first time Zayn laid eyes on her was during their university years, his world seemed to stop as it gradually shone with the lights coming from her sparkling aura. She was the most beautiful person Zayn had ever seen, not even his bitch of a mother could match Marionette's beauty. Her dirty blonde hair which he assumed would fall pass her chest was tied into a messy bun, those pink thin lips that Zayn would violate any rule just to have a taste of them, bright big ocean blue eyes that he couldn't seem to avert his gaze with and yes, he has a thing for short people. Marionette was a good 5 feet tall, as for Zayn being a foot taller.

Time flies and God knows how the lad asked her out, and how he practically won her heart. Marionette was his sunshine, and his only star that shone brightly during his darkness nights.

A year before they graduate, Zayn got her pregnant, Marionette cried. At the young age of 20 she wasn't ready to label herself as a mother, let alone carry a living seed inside her womb. But with a lot of coaxing and encouragment from her compassionate soon to be husband, she finally thought of keeping the child. Nine fruitful months had passed and an angel was then born, gaining another fulfillment in Zayn's life.

But the celebration came too soon when one day, Marionette just had to die together with their new born baby. Mr. Cameron, Marionette's father, shot his own daughter for no apparent reason. Drugs, that may have pushed him to pull the trigger, everyone supposed. Zara, their baby, slipped from her mother's craddle as soon as the bullet met her head, falling with a loud thud accompanied with the second bang which was shot straight into Blain Cameron's head. The heartbreaking event was then recorded in London's anecdote as one of the most tragic crimes of the year. Homicide and suicide. And the rest was history.

You weren't satisfied, yes?

He was hearing it again. The loud voices booming inside his head, the low demon like calls whispering within his soul. The heavy feeling of their breathes passing through his lobes caused the apprehensive man to shudder relentlessly.

Niall. You need that boy... you need that virgin boy. Fuck him till he cries. Fuck him till he begs like how you fucked that stupid slut. Show him no mercy.

The summons brought a smile on his face. Niall, the Irish kid. Niall Horan, his cute little neighbor. Niall, the blonde boy who looked so much like his Marionette. Yes, he'll have a taste of his purity someday. The inner voices need not to push their demands on him.

"Fuck off, I know what to do." Zayn snorted before turning the shower off as he scampered back to where he left his fresh clothes. He hissed loudly when he felt himself aching again, the rentboy just couldn't quench his thirst. But he knew he could put all the blame on those devious pack who were vile enough to whisper malicious notions about his 15 year old neighbor.

He seized his wallet off the table to pull a certain picture he kept for 2 whole years for his self pleasuring purposes. It was a photo of the sparkling kid beaming largely, revealing his two front crooked teeth. His thumb grazed slowly on the picture, breathing heavily as he without a thought grabbed on his stiffening length. Oh how those lips replicated Marionette's, how lovely could it have been if those were wrapped around him? Perhaps he should probably figure it out and make a move.

"Maybe soon, yeah?" And after what seemed like a few tugs and pull on his rock hard length, he came patently hard. Shooting his loads and messing up the photo he held dear for the past 2 years.

My first Ziall fic! How was the prologue? Desperate dark Zayn is somewhat scary don't you think? I hope this one would turn out well. OMG, I'm excited! Please vote and comment, hope you guys find it dark, if not, interesting at least. Ziall shippers out there, encourage me to write more. xxx