Burning Love-Ziam/Zarry Fanfiction {Explicit}

Chapter 6

Zayn brushed a hand through Harry's dark hair, as Harry dominantly pulled Zayn closer to him. Their hearts beating in unison. The kiss intensifies with each others lips, but the sensation starts to fade when Zayn breaks away from Harry's wet lips.

Harry glances at Zayn with perplexion, his eyebrow arcs but he still holds on to Zayn's tan skin.

His beautiful flesh. "What time is it?" Zayn whispers into Harry's ear, making Harry shiver at the sound waves of Zayn's heavy voice flowing through him.

" 9pm, Why baby?" Harry questions hungry to have Zayn's tender lips on him once again.

"Just to see how much time we have for some more fun." The dark hair lad lies. That's all he had left...to lie to his abuser.

Harry licks his wet lips at Zayn, tempted by the dark hair lad's preposition of "more fun." The words resonate in his mind causing lustful desires to flourish within his impurest attributes.

The curly haired lad stands to his feet, slowly moving himself to face his boyfriend but Zayn puts a halt to his sudden movements. Zayn grabs Harry by the waist with a rough grip, his fingers sinking into the inked skin.

"Uh-uh." The boy seductively murmurs. Placing a finger to Harry's heaving yet sweaty chest. He slowly brings himself to face his boyfriend's towering complexion and whispers into his ear ."This time I want to make you feel good,baby."

Zayn smirks at the sudden goosebumps forming at the tip of Harry's ear.

Harry bites his lower lip while staring at Zayn as he got up, his eyes wandering very part of his boyfriends perfectly sculpted body.

"Wait here, sexy." Zayn moves Harry's hands from his body and waits for Harry to make his way onto the bed, his jeans growing larger as he moved.

Zayn heads for the kitchen and peeks behind to make sure the curly haired boy has not followed him. He pulls two wine glasses that tinkle next to each other and grabs a scarlet bottle. His hand shakes at his side as he delicately pulls a small container with two pills inside from a cabinet.

Zayn can't help but tremble as he opens the pill to put into Harry's drink, his fingers betray him and he is about to spill the drink when he feels a vibration on his leg.

He rapidly takes the container and places it into the trash bin to peak at the phone. It was the boss, his voice pounds in Zayn's head sending a crisp air to move through his body like a snake.

"H-hello?" Zayn answers in a low murmur. In order for Harry not to hear.

"It's 9:05, Punk. Going to be late on the first day, won't make my customers too happy. They're ready to see the new boy." The boss chuckles into the phone but it is soon stopped with a nasty wheeze and struggle for air.

"I-I'll be there soon. I'm sorry." Zayn presses on the end call option, his finger leaving a small trace of sweat.

"Who where you taking with?" Harry's husky tone startles Zayn from behind. Zayn reluctantly makes himself turn to face his boyfriend, slipping the mobile device into his pocket.

Harry arcs an eyebrow at the dark haired lad.

"I asked you a question. WHO were you talking to?" Harry's voice rises and his eyes slowly start to lose their bright gleam to reveal a dark emerald color.

"I-I." Zayn is at a loss of words when Harry makes his way up to him. Zayn feels his heart start to beat a bit quicker with Harry's breathe hitting against his skin, tap by tap. Harry smirks at Zayn's defenselessness. He loved being the one with power.

"I love knowing i'm in control." He soothes from above, as he speaks he reaches for the glass of wine, the liquid flowing through his veins and down his neck.

Zayn stares with honey eyes as Harry indulges the drink, he reaches for every last drop within the glass.

"Mmm, not as delicious as you baby." Harry comments placing a hand at Zayn's side. Zayn chest heaves up and down at Harry's contact. Harry bites his wine stained lips at Zayn but he instantly gives a questioning look with arced eyebrows. He repeatedly starts to blink and moves his hand from Zayn to his forehead, his breathes turns into moans.

"Harry are you okay?" Zayn acts as if he is concerned. He holds on to Harry's unstable body and walks him back to their bedroom.

"Zayn I..." Harry's voice trails to nothingness and his eyes gently close before he can finish. Zayn stays still, did he really fall asleep, he thought? He leniently brings a finger up to Harry's face and pokes it. Satisfied when he gets no response he grabs a bottom down navy shirt to slip into and the car keys.

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Zayn drives. Until, he finds himself parking at the familiar bar. "Exclusive, Men Only." glowed in pink sparkle.

When he exits the car he reaches to show the buff security guard his ID. But the guard shakes his head at him. "No need new boy, I remember ya. Come on in."

Zayn looks at his sides the neon lights fell so familiar to him. From around the corner, he could hear the buzz of body on body contact, with a backdrop of clinking glasses.

A man in a tight, yet fitting to his muscular figure, firefighter costume winks past him as he sways his body past whistling men, intoxicated by his looks.

The intermingled smells of smoke and sweat make Zayn's stomach tremble until he sees him

walk from behind hot pink curtains. In tight black leather jeans and boots, with a police cap, Payne Train makes his way to the pole.

"Ready for some fun." He says followed with his hell of a smile.

Zayn cant keep his eyes away when he starts to see the man unbutton his shirt, men howl at him, and he starts to wish he was their in front watching him thrust.

"What are you waiting for Punk?" A voice hisses at Zayn's side. Zayn's moves his eyes from the stripper to the boss. He was holding on to a black tie nudging it towards Zayn's body.

"You have to get dressed meet Skylar in the back, and hurry the fuck up we had to delay the show for you." Zayn tries to give an apologetic look but instead takes the tie.

"What about the shirt?" He innocently asks. The boss smirks with a followed lick of the lips. His hand reached his chin rubbing it slowly.

"You won't be needing to wear anything at the end."

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Zayn makes his way to the dressing room with a woman talking on her phone. She paces back and fourth looking anguished.

"Hurry and put this on. You're late' She cooes and gives him some space to change.

Zayn finds himself with only a pair of black leather jeans and a tie. He holds on to it and looks at himself in a body sized mirror. He places his costume down at his side and starts unbuttoning his shirt ."What am I doing?' He whispers to himself as he bends down to reach for the tie.

As he gets back up Zayn feels a presence behind him. As he turns back to face the mirror he finds a pair of chocolate brown eyes staring at him.