Sinister - Larry Stylinson AU (part two)

Louis Tomlinson spent two long years recovering from the most traumatizing night of his life. But when he receives something from the person responsible for his terror, he’s afraid not only for his life- but for his heart. 

WARNING includes smut, rape, murder, and other dark matters that may be disturbing

A/N: Wow, I can’t believe how much you guys loved the first part of what was ‘supposed’ to be a oneshot. But I hope you guys enjoy Part Two of this very dark AU, and wish you all luck, as there is a Part Three to follow.

Sinister- Part One

Part Two

Sinister- Part Three

—-

Louis Tomlinson strolled into his office, clutching a hand full of mail and his favorite blue mug filled with his Yorkshire tea. He rounded his desk to perch on the edge as he raised his mug and sipped tentatively at the hot liquid as he leafed through the countless Psychology 101 and Clear Mind magazines he had received. 

He stifled a groan as he threw 2 new bills- one for his car, one for his phone- onto his desk and continued rifling. He hummed idly to pass the quiet moments, which quietly fused out when his thumb rested on a stark white letter addressed to him from someone he had long forced himself to forget.

Violet Quarters changed drastically after the incident. 

Key cards became DNA scanners, knob locks became bolt locks, and 2 hour commons time became 1 hour. 

And now, Louis’ office was lined with security camera’s and a hand gun hidden in a small drawer under his desk. 

It had been 2 years since Harry Styles had resided at Violet Quarters, and ‘raped’ his doctor, and ‘threatened to kill him’. 

The whole night was a painful blur that occasionally rose to Louis’ conscious mind and tortured him; Harry’s pitiful and horrified screams ringing in his ears. He often cried before he realized exactly why, and when he realized, he’d sob even harder.

Louis purposefully removed Harry from his life for fear of what may happen if he didn’t. He had caught wind that he had been sent to prison, but also heard rumor- that was kept hush- that he was transferred to Kedron Valley; the most iron clad mental institution in the UK. But he never looked any further than the quiet whispers he had heard these rumors from to validate them, and stayed sober from the murderer he felt who had left his mark on him.

He could feel his blood pressure rise as his eyes grew out of focus. He reminded himself to breathe after he felt his lungs going taught and screaming for air, and he felt his head go light.

He read over the return address until the words became a black smudge in his sight.

Harry Styles

Kedron Valley Mental Rehabilitation Center

Hackney

London

E15 6PP 

United Kingdom

His breath hitched in his throat as he idly wondered if someone was just playing a sick joke on him, and considered just putting the thing to flame and forget about it. 

But the longer he stared at it, and let his gaze slip to the addressee, his heart jumped into his throat. 

Written in mockingly perfect cursive was not just his name, but;

Lou Tomlinson

Louis instantly felt 2 years of effort to stay sober come crumbling down in two words, and he stood up from his desk, his hands trembling. He paced back and forth from his desk to the window, window to the desk, repeat. 

He took a big gulp from his blue mug, the tea burning his tongue and throat, making his eyes water. He glanced around the room, his eyes of course happening to fall on the wall Harry had slammed him up against.

A whimper broke his lips and he tore his gaze away, and the most horrifying part of it all was he felt his pants grow slightly tighter. His cheeks bloomed into a deep shade of scarlet as the self-shame came to slap him in the face.

He dug his teeth into his bottom lip to try and smother down whatever his body was trying to betray him in to. 

So to get his mind off of one shit storm to the next, he grabbed the letter and carefully tore it open. 

He paused before reaching to gather the innards, and wondered exactly how Harry had managed to send a letter to him, but he pushed that thought away as he very hesitantly pulled the paper from the envelope. 

The paper itself was very stiff and white, smelling of rank chemicals, and as he unfolded it, the smell only grew more pungent. 

He took one seemingly bottomless breath, and began reading. 

Dear Lou,

Miss me yet? 

I know you do. 

(only nine words in and he held a trembling hand over his mouth to stifle the horrified little noises scraping up his throat)

Well, now that you know where I am- at this shit hole of a sterilized jew camp- I assume a lot of questions are running through your head right now. 

You see, it’s been two years since all of that happened, Louis. I’m sure you relive that night every time you slide your hand into your pants to wank. I know I do; your desperate little noises of approval- I know it was approval- and your delicious thighs that trembled when you came. 

Two.. long.. years, and no one knows that I’m as guilty as a dog for the things I told you that night- just you Louis. Only you really know the truth.

When I first arrived at Kedron, anywhere I went I was in a straight jacket- I even had to piss in one, Louis! 

I finally graduated from the straight jacket after a year to hand-cuffs, and now, I roam the halls at my own will during the commons time. 

Anyways, I’m sending this letter to let you know that here at Kedron Valley, I have progressed beyond their hopes and are planning my release in one month. They say I’m their greatest achievement in returning a patient to mental stability.

One month, Louis. 

Of course on probation with regular visits to Kedron’s head doctor, and to stand before a judge to make sure I’m meeting the requirements of a mentally stable human-being. 

But you see, I have no family left, and I don’t think very many people will rent out their flat to a murderer and rapist, so I’m sure you know where this is headed- and don’t frown, honey. You’re so pretty when you smile.

I expect a visit within the next few weeks.

Always, 

Harry

Louis had no idea how to process all of this, and felt his blood running cold through his veins and his thoughts melding together until his train of thought seized entirely. He just let his head loll forth, chin to chest, and cried.

He didn’t know how he felt about this all, and the most terrifying emotion he could feel budding in the pit of his stomach that no person should feel for someone as sick as Harry Styles. 

Hope.

—-

He had the biggest, shit eating smile on his perfect pink lips when they brought him through the wide white doors, in an bright orange jump suit and hand-cuffs.

At the sight of him, Louis tensed and instantly regretted the decision to come here. Even though they were separated by a thick sheet of plate glass like in prison, he could feel the boy’s constrictor grip on his neck and was finding it rather difficult to breathe. 

His palms grew clammy and trembled uncontrollably, eyes diverted to assure himself he wasn’t going to pass out. 

This was on the same level of a cocaine addict gone sober for a few years but always yearning and then sat in front of a line. 

He gulped when Harry sat down in the little folding chair on the other side of the plate glass window, that smile still pulling up his lips fully. 

Louis couldn’t help but notice how thin he’d become, although he did look healthier, his curls a bit more buoyant and skin milky as always but glowing. He instantly pinched the inside of his palm to remind himself to refrain from such appraising thoughts. 

He would be here for 10 minutes, max. 

Louis shifted in his seat as he felt Harry’s eyes once again scan him over, his dimples deepening the longer he looked. 

When he felt a nauseated pitch of his stomach with the tense awaiting silence, “You look terrible in orange,” was all he could scoff out, but the most sinful smile tried to pull up the edges of his lips, which he made a valiant effort to cover up. 

Harry actually laughed, but it was a harsh laugh- one you would expect from a murderer and rapist. 

But Louis couldn’t help but note how nice of a laugh it was, and considered it better than nothing. 

“I might as well be in prison, really.” Harry nodded, raking his teeth over his plump bottom lip before tapping his incredibly long fingers on the little counter. Louis’ eyes instantly became fixated on them, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up as he instantly thought of them wrapped around his neck, and then countered with the thought of them forcefully thrusting and curling up inside of him.

He tore his eyes away, clearing his throat, his heart leaping in his chest. Harry noticed this sudden change in behavior and another shiteating smile broke out on his lips. 

“Mmmm,” he tapped his fingers once more before placing them in his lap, “Well I see you got my letter.” 

Louis nodded quickly, leaning back in his chair, “Yep. And I came here to tell you there is no way in hell I’m taking you in.” 

Harry’s smile didn’t falter, “Oh?” He raised those long fingers to his lips, trailing them along his bottom lip, before licking at the corner of his mouth, sighing. 

A long, pregnant pause filled the rather quiet room, and Louis just stared at Harry, suddenly regaining his confidence. The confidence he had before Harry had stolen it. 

“I thought you’d look like shit after all this time, but God must love you; you look even better,” he didn’t refrain from masking the rudeness of his first remark and the one sitting on the tip of his tongue ready to be said, “And you obviously are single. You wouldn’t have came if you were fucking someone else,” he sighed with a proud smile, “Which also means you still wank over me.”

Louis just sat there, appalled and horrified. Every nerve and muscle in his body was ready to force him upright, to walk straight out the door he came in, but for some reason, he just sat there, mouth open stupidly, reeling for words. 

“Harry.” He warned, his voice octave dropping, teeth gritting. “I’m here not to see you, I’m here to tell you I am not going to allow a murderer and a rapist into my house.” 

The boy just smiled innocently and batted his eyelashes, and Louis’ stomach swooped. “I didn’t do such a thing, Lou.” He grinned, pressing his massive hand against the glass, making the man flinch. 

Louis bit back every fowl remark in the book, biting the inside of his cheek- hard to refrain from it. He looked down at his wrist-watch to assure he didn’t, noting it had been 10 minutes. 

“Well, it’s good to see that you’ve,” he rose his fingers to air-quote, “reached mental stability.” He rolled his eyes, “And haven’t changed at all in the two years, honey.“ 

Harry beamed sadistically at the comment, “Oh but I have.” He tutted, removing his hand from the glass as Louis made a move to stand up. 

Louis paused as he rose from his seat, raising his brows and staring at the boy dead in the eyes, “I’ve got to get going, lovely seeing you Harry.” He put a big, fake smile on his lips, shrugging on his jacket.

Harry continued to smile, “Great, I’ll see you on the 14th, yes?” 

Louis stepped out from the chair, again pausing just to stare at the boy, and looking at him now, something stole the word no from his mouth, and just left him with his mouth open, sighing out. He shook his head, no tin reply to the boy’s question, but to his own thoughts.

“Goodbye Harry.” He muttered, not being able to look back at him as he made his way to the checkout counter, and sauntered out of the door, feeling as though he had left a piece of his heart behind and the chords were still connected, threatening to rip him right back. 

In his car, he rested his head on the steering wheel, and let out a massive sigh, feeling the tears come biting back up. 

—-

The following weeks were hell, a false sense of confidence had set into Louis and he was sure fire set that he would never look back on Harry ever again.

So it was extra-painful and the guilt was sitting on his shoulders heavily when he glanced at the calendar and it was the 14th of March. He paced around his office, fingers pressed to his temples as he thought- long and hard, trembling with anxiety and fear.

Was he really having second thoughts on this whole thing, for fuck’s sake, Harry Styles was a murderer and a rapist who’s personality hadn’t changed at all in the two years he was sanctified ‘stable’ at Kedron. 

But maybe he had?

It was this nagging thought that was puncturing every valuable reason not to go and retrieve the man who raped and nearly murdered him two years ago to live with him.

He gulped, running a hand through his hair, feeling like he could scream in frustration. 

He sank into his leather recliner in his office, running his hands repeatedly over his face, before defeatedly letting his hands fall beside him. 

He’d be better off with Hannibal Lectur in his house.

There, he had it, having Harry in his house was a death sentence. 

He let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes on his final decision and a glance at his clock that read 9 am. He had only one appointment this morning, but was off the rest of the day. 

He considered a nap to calm his nerves, and liked the way this was feeling- feet up, head back and the fear melting away as his final decision was through. Harry wasn’t coming back into his life. 

And as he crept along the edges of sleep, his idle mind slipped into the memory of Harry bellowing out horrifyingly pitiful screams of sorrow and chanting truthful apologies.

Louis! I-I’m so sorry- LOUIS!

And with those words ringing in his ears, Louis bolted upright in his chair, retrieved his keys, and nearly ran out of his office. 

—-

“I knew you’d come.” Harry chanted with an almost childish grin on his face, but Louis could see straight through it to the gloating. 

Louis was terrified, really. He had a cozy flat on the outskirts of London, 2 rooms, 2 bathrooms. If that wasn’t the case, there was no way he would be hosting the boy with him. “Yeah, yeah.” He muttered, leaning on the sterile looking counter. 

“I put down your name anyways, because I knew. Put it down as the person going to host me.” He smiled again, looking over at the guard who was holding onto his bicep, even though he had hand-cuffs on. 

Harry had been given the clothes he had arrived in 2 years ago- which were almost too small for him now- in contrast to the memory Louis had of them almost falling off of his lanky hips and thin torso. 

“Don’t be too proud of yourself, Styles.” Louis muttered, again regretting this decision for at least the 10th time. 

“They’re happy it’s you, said they’d rather have no one else look after me.” Harry tutted. Louis gritted his teeth, holding back vile remarks on how they must have not known he was the person he had raped that got him in the damn place. 

“How ironic.” He smiled tartly, rubbing his palms together nervously. 

The more he thought about that night, the more his stomach twisted into a heated knot.

Had it been rape, though?

Louis shook his head at the thought, thankfully being saved by a tall blonde woman walking through the door and motioning for him to follow. 

—-

Louis had never signed so many contracts and agreements in his life, and by the last sheet, his eyes were crossing as the woman droned out more things to remember;

“You must do a weekly check-in with Kedron Valley.”

“You must fill out an evaluation sheet every week and send it to Kedron.”

“If he attempts anything of his old.. habits, do not refrain from calling the cops.” No shit.

“At night, for the first month, you are required to seal any windows in his room, and lock his door to withdraw from any potential dangers.”

Et cetera, et cetera. 

The more the woman droned on, the more Louis wanted to back out, picturing all sorts of horrible situations.

But at the last stroke of his pen, it was done, and he leaned back, blinking, trying to comprehend what this entitled him to.

He had practically just adopted a kid. A full grown, murderous, rapist.. kid. 

But again, those pitiful screams rang in his ears and the guilt and fear momentarily drained away. He knew there was a part of Harry that was true and untouched by the darkness of his past. 

So he uneasily made his way out into the waiting room to where Harry and the guard still stood- Harry chatting about something to the man, before turning his attention to Louis. 

“Alright, Styles. You’re free to go with Louis,” The woman said, her voice sounding tired. Harry grinned from ear to ear. “Just keep out of trouble, okay?” 

He nodded, glancing over at the guard and motioning for him to unlock his cuffs, “No no, please leave those on.. for my sake.” Louis interrupted, his voice cracking and eyes flitting back and forth from the obviously sexually tipped off Harry to the nodding, and very understanding guard. 

He breathed a sigh of relief as he was handed the hand-cuffs little silver keys, pocketing them and turning to the boy, who was obviously very excited. And in those moments, Harry looked like a perfectly normal person- not the dark and arrogant boy from before, but a truly excited, and innocent looking one. 

Louis smiled distantly, forgetting all of the weighted penalties this was bringing into his life, and just motioned for him to follow him out the doors. 

—-

Those idyllic, happy and neutral feelings were quick to leave as soon as he was sat in a car, solitary with him. A thick feeling of fear swallowed Louis whole, and he gripped the steering wheel until the whites of his knuckles showed. 

Harry grinned over at him the whole time, shifting in his seat to occasionally glance out the window and admire the scenery he hadn’t set eyes on in years. 

Half way home it started to snow, just making matters more tense and terrifying. Louis couldn’t tell if he was relieved to pull into the car park of his flat, not even able to look at the boy next to him when he pulled the key and cut the engine. 

“Here we are…” Louis said before, nodding once and sliding from the car. Fat snowflakes came to sit on his long eyelashes as he made his way around the car to let Harry out. 

—-

After sitting Harry on the couch nervously, Louis went about the duties of sealing the window his spare bedroom closed and spending a painfully frustrating amount of time configuring a lock system from the outside of the door. 

When all was said and done, Louis stood up and stretched his back, groaning and glancing out the window at the fresh blanket of snowfall that covered neighboring roofs in stark contrast to the rapidly falling night. 

A crashing noise made him nearly jump from his skin, and every hair on the back of his neck raise. A mantra of curses fell from his lips as he felt the color drain from his cheeks and he rushed into the living room from where it came from. 

What he saw utterly confused him, and a rush of color flushed into his cheeks and he let out a tense sigh. Harry was leaned over, trying to maneuver a glass from one of the china cabinets with his handcuffs on- which obviously had failed with the glass shards glinting everywhere along his floor. 

“Jesus, Harry. You scared the shit out of me.” Louis breathed, rushing over to the boy who looked up with wide doe-eyes, which crinkled up with a wicked smile at the man’s words. “Go sit down, fuck.” 

Louis proceeded to point at the couch, where Harry sauntered off to sit at as the man bent over to carefully pick up the shattered glass and dispose of it. 

“Sorry.” Harry simpered with his shit-eating grin that made Louis just roll his eyes. “Maybe if you took these damned things off of me things like that wouldn’t happen,” he said, shaking his wrists, making the metal cuffs jingle obnoxiously. Louis just threw him a damning glare, leaning against the kitchen counter. 

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Harry cocked his head, dropping his hands into his lap and smiling innocently. 

Louis rolled his eyes again, “Yeah that’s what you said last time.”

Harry let out a guffaw, shifting on the couch to cross his legs, “But I didn’t actually hurt you. Plus, I think you liked it.” 

Louis grew stiff, clenching his teeth to try and rid the instant pulse of heat that ran from his chest down to his groin. “I don’t know, I think choking is in the category of hurting someone.” He finally spat out bitterly, turning to saunter into the kitchen to retrieve a much needed glass of red wine. 

“People get off on that shit.” Harry called with another wicked and arrogant smile. 

“I’m sure they do, and I for one am not one of them.” Louis countered swiftly, but his voice cracking and revealing that he wasn’t being all that truthful. He certainly did have a sadistic side, but that situation had been a little different. He palmed the glass of wine and made his way back to sit on the coffee table in front of Harry, who licked at corner of his mouth. 

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he muttered with a grin, “can I have some?” He directed his line of sight to the wine in Louis’ hands that was raised to his mouth. 

He only subtly nodded and handed him the glass, which he raised to his lips and took a tentative sip, all the while keeping his eyes on Louis. 

When finished, he leaned forward and handed the glass back to Louis, letting his fingers subtly trail over the mans before leaning back again. “So how is Violet Quarters without me?” 

“Absolutely fantastic.” Louis trilled without missing a beat, taking another sip of the wine. 

Harry’s grin only widened, “Fantastic to hear.” He leaned forward again, resting his bound hands on the man’s knees. 

“Isn’t it?” Louis gave a faux smile, tipping his head to the side to glance down at his massive hands on him. Even though he was bound, the fear still ran through him like a cold wind. “If you do anything uncalled for don’t expect me to be lenient on your weekly check-in.” 

Harry, still smiling, didn’t move his hands, “Understood.” 

—-

The rest of night was quiet, Louis escaping for a while at the bench of his baby-grand Steinway, his fingers expertly roaming the black and white ivory keys, playing a mantra of ballads. The whole time Harry politely sat, with his eyes trained on the window as he slipped in and out of reality. 

When an abrupt and crashing noise of Louis slapping his hands down on the keys to signal his end, Harry’s eyes ripped up as if in sadness; the music had calmed him. 

Louis looked at his watch that read 9:53 pm, and shifted, arching his back with a yawn. “Time for bed, Styles.” He stood, motioning him to follow. Harry obeyed with no comment, even ducked his head as he followed him down the hall to stand parallel with the door.

“Hold out your hands,” Louis sighed, fishing out the little silver key from his back pocket and grabbing one of Harry’s wrists and unlocking the cuffs, pointing to the room. At just a rapid glance at the boy’s milky arms he noticed the scars running up and down them and instantly pity filled him. He glanced up at Harry, who was looking down as he rubbed his raw wrists. 

“Don’t do anything stupi—,” Louis voice was cut off by being slammed back into the hall wall, in a situation all too familiar. The shock of the sudden action had his mouth gaped open and eyes wide in horror. Harry’s massive hands were wrapped around his throat and squeezing, the blood rushing to his head quickly as he finally regained himself and reached up to claw at the boy’s hands to no avail. 

The boy leaned flush against him, his lips brushing against the shell of his ear, “Going to lock me away just like everyone else has?” He forcefully squeezed even harder, a pitiful gurgling noise emanating from Louis. “Tell me, Louis? Does your hand and fingers do yourself good? Does it feel good when you,” squeeze, “curl your pianist fingers up into that ass? When you come over the thought of me? Do you miss my cock?” His voice was sultry, dangerously low and gravely. He gave a sharp nip to his ear, breathing heatedly as Louis squirmed against him desperately. 

“H-Harry- ple-please, don’t.” Louis mustered out, and just like that, the grip around his neck was gone, followed by Harry’s quickly receding figure and the slam of his bedroom door. 

Louis gasped for air, leaning over and clutching at his neck as tears rolled down his nose, head spinning as it had the first time. With a haggard sob, he forcefully locked the bolt on the door and weakly made his way down the hall.

—-

Louis couldn’t sleep.

He simply stared up at his ceiling, mind racing a mile a minute. He didn’t know what to do, about anything anymore.

And the worst part of it all, was that he was hosting a painful hard-on that he did not dare touch for fear he’d absolutely lose it. 

He glanced over at his clock, sighing at the sight of a 1:30. With a tremendous sigh, he rolled from his bed and sauntered out of his room and into the kitchen to get a glass of water. 

As he desperately chugged the water as though his insides were on fire, he paused to just stand and stare, revel in the quietness.

But then from the quietness birthed a noise, a small sound almost unnoticeable. Louis wasn’t even sure of what it was, but he knew it was coming from Harry’s room, and instantly warning lights blinked in the back of his mind.

He considered just heading back to bed, ignore it, face him in the morning with a refreshed mind.

But the noise kept on, and curiosity out-weighed everything else, so he quietly crept to the door, un-bolted and pushed it open slightly. 

Illuminated in a dim beam of light seeping from the hall was Harry whith his back to the door in his bed. Louis deemed him just hearing things, and went to close the door, when the noise happened again and he paused, gulping. 

He was crying. 

“Harry?” Louis whispered, gripping the knob for a quick escape. The boy’s cries abruptly stopped and he whipped over to look at the door, his eyes puffy and red, watering. He made a quick attempt to wipe his face free of tears and replaced it with a weak smile- trying to capture that arrogant personality in place of this weak, innocent and broken looking Harry; the same one that had ended that horrible night. 

“What?” he spat, rolling back over to face away, sniffling. 

Louis’ brows piqued and an unusual feeling budded up in the pit of his stomach, “You okay?” 

“Just fine, boobear,” He simpered out fakely, “Thanks for asking.” 

Louis swallowed, wondering why exactly he was crying but met with a very obvious answer. After much thought and mentally having to shut down the blinking warning signs, he moved further into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“You don’t sound—,” he was again cut off, but for much more of a surprising reason. Harry had viper-like sat up and wrapped his hands around the boy’s shoulders, ripping him across the bed and pinning him down into the mattress, before leaning down and pressing his lips against his. 

Louis’ eyes were wide open in shock as their lips molded together, no movement, just a kiss. His heart galloped in his chest and body was tense. 

It was a kiss to prove something, and to what, Louis’ had no idea. 

Chills laced all the way up his body, radiating across his thighs and up his arms and neck. He could taste the salt of his tears on his lips, felt the warm liquid drip down from the boy’s closed eyes and onto his cheeks. 

And suddenly, something clicked.

Louis’ back arched up off of the bed to press his chest flush against Harry’s, his arms weaving up to plant his hands in those curls, and he kissed him right back. 

Harry himself was surprised, and almost forgot to kiss back- but when he did, it became a tangling of wet tongues and teeth, and hot breath echoing into one another’s mouths. 

The emotion’s were much different this time, and Louis didn’t notice when he himself started to cry until Harry pulled back just enough for his lips to ghost against his and catch his breath as he reached up to wipe away a stray tear rolling down the man’s cheek. 

The moments of ripping one another’s clothes off was a blur, and soon Louis found himself straddling Harry’s milky thighs and leaning down to plant wet kisses up under the boy’s cock which rested against his stomach. 

A mewling groan erupted from the back of the boy’s throat as he reached up to plant his hands into the man’s fringe as his cock was engulfed in his warm wet mouth. Louis definitely knew what he was doing, as he flattened his tongue and hollowed his cheeks, sinking down his girth, swallowing around him, which leeched a slur of obscenities from the receiving end.

“Yeah, Lou. Yes.” He breathed, hissing out between gritted teeth when he again swallowed around him. His grip tightened in the man’s hair and he began to guide his head down his length, slowly at first- which picked up into a brutal pace that had Louis gagging and spluttering, eyes watering, but he took it. Every time the boy’s cock hit the back of his throat, a near painful wave of heat pulsed to his already hard cock. 

When Louis could taste the warm and salty liquid of his precome, Harry released his hair and he dragged his mouth up and popped off the head, a deep flush in the man’s cheeks that crept down his neck and across his chest. Harry adorned the look as well, except his brows were furrowed. 

“Want you to ride me.” Harry growled out, lazily stroking himself as Louis blinked rapidly, his heart galloping in his chest as he momentarily looked over the milky expanse of the boy’s body underneath him, admiring his toned stomach and v-line, even the long scars that painted his entirety.

Louis knew better than to disobey him, so he situated himself above Harry’s length, grabbing hold of his base and situating himself with a deep breath, before the breath was stolen with a shriek as Harry bucked his hips up as he dropped down. The mixture of absolute ripping pain and sadistic pleasure spiked up and down the man’s thighs and spine. He threw his head back with wrecked breaths, as he leaned forward to balance himself with a hand on Harry’s chest.

He began to roll his hips in little figure-eights, small moans escaping his mouth as his eyes squeezed shut, coaxing his muscles to relax, and when they did, he opened his eyes in a burst of lust and he lifted up, before dropping fully back down, fitting his ass against the boy’s thighs. 

“Fuck,” Harry groaned out, his head- prior to being lifted up to watch his cock disappear repeatedly into Louis- fell back into the pillows with his chest rising and falling with wrecked breaths.

The bed springs squeaked in time with Louis’ erratic rises and falls. And as the man could feel his high nearing, his back arched and he rolled his hips down into him, presenting him with a pitched and surprised moan as Harry’s cock prodded his prostate. 

His cock was leaking as he continually bounced, his head falling back and adam’s apple bobbing with desperate little noises. 

Harry, not being able to take not being in full control any longer, grabbed a hold of Louis’ hips, raising his hips off the bed and planting his feet flat on it so he was raised just so, and began to relentlessly pound up into the boy, who was leeched of sound entirely, and his mouth just hung open with a paused breath, back arched. 

And when Harry reached his prostate dead on again, the chanting of obscenities and pornographic moans filled the room accompanied by the sound of skin slapping skin. 

“Fuck, yeah. Yeah yeah-nngh, Harry.” He slurred out, rolling his hips down to meet his thrusts. 

“Y’like that, yeah?” Harry dug his blunt nails into his hips as he slowed his thrusts but amplified them by making them much harder. The heat pooling in both of their stomachs, Louis took his own cock in his hand and started to sloppily tug in time with the boy’s hips. 

And before he could realize it, he was coming- hard, his hips jerking erratically, eyes squeezed shut, brow furrowed with a panting, and long groan. White ropes fell from his cock to paint the boy below him’s chest. And at the sight of Louis absolutely wrecked, Harry thrusted 1, 2, 3 more times up into him and came with a shout that echoed around the room, before it fell into silence besides the heavy breathing heaving from both of them. 

Louis slowly pulled up off of him, finding himself trembling from a mixture of pure exhaustion and awe, and also horror. He didn’t think about it when he leaned down to run thin wet trails up Harry’s stomach to collect the mess he had made, swallowing obscenely. Harry just watched him with blown out pupils, almost enough to fuel another hard on. 

But as Louis sat back on his haunches, and looked at Harry now in the eye, his emotions went into over-drive.

He crumpled down to lay beside the boy, and began to sob, his chest heaving with his wretched breathing. Harry didn’t question it, he knew exactly what this was, and pulled him into his arms. Louis’ quickened and wet breath was pressed against the boy’s chest, and he clutched at him desperately, crying, waling as though he had been told his mother had passed. 

And there he sobbed into a killer’s arms. He waled pathetically into the chest of a child molester. 

There was no other way to deal with the realization that slapped him so hard in the face it nearly blacked him out. 

He was in love with a monster. 

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