The Ignorant Lie

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This chapter contains mature content. Anything written in ❦....❦ can be skipped. This is the only warning I'm going to give you.

So it's gonna be forever

Or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over

If the high was worth the pain

There is no conjuring something from nothing. There is a give and a take. Chaos is power, chaos is destruction. Without chaos there's no balance. No one person can decide what is chaos and what is not. Our chao is completely different from someone else's just like how my evil is different from yours.

Louis woke up tangled in sheets and someone, naked. There were sheets thrown on their lower half concealing his and the person next to him's lower half. There were arms wrapped around his waist holding him close, his back was attached to a warm, hard chest. He sighed and rolled over, towards the sleeping man beside him who tightened his hold on his waist. He put his hand on the warm naked chest of the man beside him as he started tracing the outline of the tattoo with his index finger. His thoughts wander around, all of his life decisions, choices which led him to exactly where he exactly is. While his finger moved to the torso of the man where the tattoo was ending, completing his trace with his finger, butterfly tattoo. He tried to move out of his grasp when he felt a sharp pain in his lower bottom the reminder and aftermath of last night.

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Harry tied louis to his bed with a vibrator snuggled up his arse. It was at its fullest speed and Harry would turn it off whenever louis reached his high. Never letting louis have the satisfaction he wanted.He put him on edge for almost twenty minutes. Louis was crying, begging to come but fell on deaf ears. Louis was whimpering, trembling and gasping for air and release, Arching off the bed for any kind of friction any relief but Harry was completely controlling his high.Power intoxicates men. When a man is intoxicated by alcohol, he can recover, but when intoxicated by power, he seldom recovers. Harry was relishing the power he has on the smaller lad.

He loved the way Louis begged for his release, begging him to do something. It was everything he ever wanted. Power and Louis. Louis was soft and pliant for him, he would give everything he has to offer and take whatever he would give him. He thrives in the feeling of Control, ownership of this man laying in front of him.The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall.

Men like Harry love submission. Even when they say they don't. There's just something about a beautiful, soft man looking to them to protect and take care of them that inspires them to do crazy things.

After agonizing twenty minutes of begging and crying, Harry pulled out the vibrator out of his arse and fucked him raw. His each dive is harder than before. He was unforgiving in his each thrust trying to leave his mark on his soul.

"Tell me louis, who do you belong to?" Harry demanded staring at louis, thrusting deeper. Louis closed eyes snapped open at that, this was a ritual thing of harry. Making sure who louis belongs to Louis pressed his lips together tightly, refused to say another word or make any noise

"Say it" He ordered halting his actions.

Louis expressions changing suddenly, his eyes hard but filled with tears, Harry was staring at him expectantly.