Into the playroom (L.S)

after the remeet

-Louis POV-
  I wake to beeping. I open my eyes, I realize,I'm alive? That's impossible. I look over and scream.
"YOU'RE ALIVE?" I jolt the 18 year brown hair boy up.
"Yeah, they to me that they got my scans mixed up with someone else's." He sits down next to me. "When they discharged me, I remembered that, the letter was probably delivered to you. So I rushed over to your apartment, and your room mate had to bust down your door." Harry starts to get tears in his eyes. I rub his hand.
"You don't have to finish haz."
He nods.
"When we got there, you looked so peaceful, you were still breathing, they had to pump your stomach from all the liquor and pills." He leans into me.
"I missed you." I say kissing his forehead.
"I missed you too. Um, you...never gave me my birthday present from three years ago." He says looking down.
Then I remembered, its February.
"I missed it." I say. He nods.
"Everyone did. Expect me." He looks down.
"I made myself go into red. I didn't know you could do that."
"Hazza, you gotta be careful."
"Then I took the cockring off," I nod. "And I came so hard, I started to cry. Because it reminded me of you." He starts to cry again. I hold him close.
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It's been a few days, since I've been discharged. I'm living with Harry in his apartment.
"Here you go." Harry gives me a bowl of cereal, and sits down next to me.
"Where's yours?" I ask.
"Im not hungry."
"You said that last night at dinner."
Harry didn't eat dinner, last night, which means most likely he hasn't eaten 10 hours.
"If you don't eat you're getting spanked and not fucked." I say, with my mouth full of Apple Jacks.
He quickly makes a bowl of cereal, sits down and looks at it.
"Now what?"
"You eat it silly." 
He nods, lifts up the spoon and starts freaking out.
"Babe?" I ask reaching out towards him.
"Red, RED!" He calls out shaking.
"Harry, it's me Louis." I saw putting my hands into his hands.
He starts to clam down.
"Hazza, What was that about?"
"uncle zayn, ra-p-ed me again."
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-Harry POV-
It's February 12th, Louis is getting discharged, he's gonna live with me, which makes me really happy.
I open my door when I see my uncle.
"Hi Harry, you missed me?"
"Un-cle?! Wh-y ar-e yo-U here?" He lets himself inside, I fall.
"I got out, did you miss me?"
I shake my head.
He gets in top of me, I start to scream.
He grabs a pillowcase, and covers my face with it.
I try to fight but but it's useless, I give up.
He shoves himself into me, I cry, he comes and I sob.
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I tell Louis what happened and he's fuming.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" He punches the coffee table.
"How was I supposed to tell you? Be like hey, by the way, zayn got out of jail and rapped me again?"
He looks confused.
"Yes and no, just um... go to...um..."
"Fuck me." I mutter.
"Not now Harry, just go into your room, and fuck your self."
"With what?" I want an order.
"Anything, I don't fucking care, just leave me alone."
I nod and go into my room.
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-Louis POV-
An hour and a half passes. All I heard has been moans and slight screams from our room.
I knock on the door, and here a help. I rush in and fell blood go into the wrong place.
I walk in and see a naked Harry with a vibratr in his hand, and a cock ring on.
"Hazza, what color are you?"
"Green." His eyes are glazed over, there a darker green.
"Be honest."
"Uh..." I reach for the cockring.
"I'm gonna take this off okay?" He nods.
"TURTLE MUFFIN FUCKER!" He screams, and hugs me.
"You're okay baby, you're okay." I rub his back and start kissing his neck, I feel him get hard. He looks up at me.
"You want your very over due present?" He sequels, he starts to bounce/grind on me.
"Ba-be, stop, I don't wanna get cum on these pants."
He looks at me and runs into the playroom.
I hurt his feelings.
I wait a few minutes before letting my now naked self in.
"Hazza?" He looks up at me.
"You okay?" He nods.
"am I gonna get my present?" He asks with puppy dog eyes.
"Of course babe, but you wanna try something out for daddy?" I say, he nods, he has another boner.
I grab some rope, and a vibrater.
"Sit on the bed, and what color?"
"Green." He smiles, he sits, legs wide open.
"First daddy's gonna tie you up, then make you come with mr. vib., then I don't know, probably try some wax, then make you happy." I smile, lord knows how long I've needed to be in control again.