Burning Love-Ziam/Zarry Fanfiction {Explicit}

Chapter 3

"Thank you for watching our most recognized stripper, along with our show lets welcome some of the newest and sexiest members." The boss pronounces in the the microphone,the intoxicated men roar and howl and the Rockies, in slim fitting firefighter costumes.

One man carrying a hose grabs the microphone and purrs into it, "Any one have a fire." He seductively winks while he asks a question.

"Because my boys and I can make you wet." He continues, the man talking let's the mic drop to floor and along his crew begin their erotic choreography, one thrusting on one another, and making gestures to their lower regions.

At this Zayn's eyes widen in lust. He was all knew to this. He nervously bites harshly his lip. His mind temporarily focuses on the new men, when he remembers Payne Train was no where in sight.

Zayn rummages around men, under the neon lights, the men sway their hips to "Apple.bottom jeans." Zayn feels a sudden tap on his shoulder, he spins to find a stipper smirking at him, the stipper leans into Zayn's hands. He reaches to his ear.

"You want to have a fun night with me, bad boy?He hisses into Zayns ear. Their bodies compressed with another. The heated body on Zayn made him rather uncomfortable. The stripper only presses himself harder upon Zayn. Zayn commences to feel a sensation in his jeans. "Oh." A small moan escapes his pink lips.

"I think you do bad boy, especially this down here is begging to be pleased." His hand reaches to Zayn's clothed member. Zayn grunts to the unfamiliar hand on him, but can't help the feeling of pleasure he for from the tease. His lustfull thoughts however fade, at the thought of Harry. His boyfriend.

Zayn reluctantly pulls the hand from his lower region. The stripper bites his lip at Zayn."I'm here if you ever need pleasing baby." The rookie stripper blows him a.kiss and reaches his group.

Zayn is about to head out to his car when he remembers Payne Train. He had to talk to him. This stranger provoked something in Zayn he couldn't quite explain.

"Why do I feel this for him, I don't even know him.." Zayn thinks out loud.

A sudden vibration, that turns into forceful pounds of ringing are felt about his leg.

Zayn shuttles to get the phone from his pocket. The blue light flickers with Harry's name, 11 missed calls from this caller, is shown in a red font. Zayns heart begins to pound in an uncontroling speed. He curses himself.

He runs out, he hadn't met the Payne Train but this would not be the last time he would come here. The stripper was not just a one time stand for Zayn. He wanted him over and over. The thoughts make Zayn ashamed but he couldn't help himself.

When in the car, Zayn dials Harry back. The ringing tones echo their way into his ear lobe. One after another he awaits for Harry to pick up.

"Where the fuck are you Zayn? It's fucking 2 in the morning and you're not in the house!" He shouts through the phone. The sound brings pain to Zayns ears. Zayn finds himself laughing at the word pain. Payne..

" Are you mother fucking laughing at me. You'll be sorry bitch." A bang is heard from the other end, and Harry hangs up.

Zayn stares at himself in the car rear view mirror, his makeup had slowly faded into the night. His scares ruined his once smooth cheeks, because of Harry.

He feels a warm liquid trickle down his cheek. A tear followed another, until he was crying as he hold he car wheel.

How could he hate yet love someone so much...

Zayn cleans his moist face with his leather jacket sleeves and drives himself back to thiwr house. He trembles as he gets out of the car. He slowly let's his hand close the door.

He hears his footsteps echoe against the pavement, as he makes himself to the door. Twisting the knob he finds complete silence.

"H-Harry?" His voice cracks the name. No response follows his question. A squek runs around the room. Zayn flinches at the unknown sound.

Large hands grab him from behind and slam him against the floor. A heaving body lowers himself.on top of Zayn. One large hand yanks at the dark haired lads strands of hair.

"You think its funny to disobey me, don't you?" Harry growls into Zayn ear. He pulls his hair tighter making Zayn feel as his scalp was unattaching from the rest of his head.

"Harry I'm s-sorry. I-I ." Zayn weakly asks for forgiveness from his boyfriend.

"No you need to be taught who's boss." Harry reaches to his pants and unbuckles his belt. He removes it from their strands and wipes it against the air. The sound waves blend into the room.

"no Harry please." Zayn yells in agony, his skin shivers as Harry large hands raises his shirt. His hand glides against the tan boys flesh.

"This is the only way you will learn." Harry lifts the belt and smash it against Zayns back. The leather burns into the tan flesh. Zayn yells in his.misery. Harry repeats the action . The belt dances upon Zayns back.

Zayns tears escape his eye sockets. His head throbs backwards from a last wipe. The belt goes through a layer of skin and Zayns feels a hot liquid ooze from his backs. He falls lifelessy to the ground.

Harry gets up and places the belt back into place.

"Go fucking clean yourself." He murmurs not being able to see what he had done upon his boyfriends back.

Zayns legs shake as he falls back to the ground. He drags himself to the bathroom unable to get on to his feet.

With his leg he closes the door and lays on his tummy on the rug. He hisses at his.back pain, his eyelids begin to feel heavy, and take over him...

His mind starts to go blank except for one thought,

How could he love yet hate someone so much...