The A-Team (Ziam and Narry)

The A-Team (Ziam and Narry)

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Shower, customer, sex. Shower, customer, sex. Shower, customer, sex. Shower, customer, sex. This was the endless cycle that Zayn Malik had to endure for all of his life since he turned sixteen, when he was abandoned by his family and left to care for himself. The only one who has ever given a damn about him was Harry Styles and Zac Hemsworth, the other prostitutes at Rave. They were brothers in every sense of the world besides blood. When party animal Louis Tomlinson decides to take his two best friends, Liam Payne and Niall Horan to the strip club one evening, everything changes as soon as they look upon the three fallen angels. Will Zayn ever let himself love again? Will Harry or Zac? Will Niall stay true to his boyfriend, Justin, once he lays eyes on the incredible, absolutely perfect Harry? Or will the six of them crumble like pastries, as they scream the worst things in life come free to us ...
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The summer of 1831 was especially hot on the back's of the Horan families slaves, one in particular being Zayn, the lightest skinned of all the thrall's. And Niall, the younger, more sensible of the Horan's two sons, took a liking to watching Zayn's dark flesh sweat, drip down his neck and across his forehead until he grabbed the hem of his shirt, pealing it off him, the fabric sticking to him which always drove Niall past the point of no return, his mouth watering, thirst rising within him before retreating for the house, were he scurried to his room to pleasure himself. Not that anyone knew that. This was a strict family who stuck to morals and traditions, one being, You do not lust for that slaves...especially not one of the same sex.

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