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      Explicit
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  Relationship:
      Niall_Horan/Zayn_Malik
  Character:
      Niall_Horan, Zayn_Malik
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      Eventual_Sex, Non-Consensual, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Bottom_Niall, Top
      Zayn, Loss_of_Virginity, Virginity, gets_a_little_angsty_at_the_end,
      Angst, Fluff_and_Angst, Barebacking, Innocent_Niall, Anal_Fingering, No
      Lube, First_Time, Size_Kink, If_You_Squint_-_Freeform
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      Published: 2013-07-23 Completed: 2013-07-24 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 9531
****** Confess Your Sins ******
by discombobulated
Summary
     Most teenagers spend their spare time after school surfing the
     internet or hanging out with friends. Sometimes girls would go
     shopping and guys would like to skateboard around. Generally
     teenagers don't listen to confessions of others. Well, generally, but
     you see, Niall Horan isn't your typical teenager.
     Or one in which Zayn ends up fucking Niall who works part-time as a
     sleazy priest for his dad.
Notes
     Repost from my Wattpad.
     This would kinda be considered non-consensual but, um, decide for
     yourself I guess.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Most teenagers spend their spare time after school surfing the internet or
hanging out with friends. Sometimes girls would go shopping and guys would like
to skateboard around. Generally teenagers don't listen to confessions of
others. Well, generally, but you see, Niall Horan isn't your typical teenager.
At five feet six, he was incredibly small for his age. He had golden locks that
fell around his head in a messy order, and had piercing blue eyes. His father
was also the priest at the local church, though it was not something he was
likely to tell you, or anyone, really.
Everyday after school since the beginning of high school he would sit in for
his father at the confession booth. It was a secret agreement him and his
father shared, and was also a way in which he used to get an allowance. Most
teenagers don't earn twenty bucks an hour for just sitting and listening to
other peoples' problems and confessions. He doesn't have to do much, really.
All he actually had to do was listen quietly and say a quick prayer for them
after. And the best part was that he didn't have to deal with people (for the
most part). Yes, people. He was very much afraid of people. People were his
greatest fear. They didn't like him very much, and often picked on him during
lunch and even in class when the teachers had their backs turned.
Which is why after school he hurried home and didn't linger to chat with
people. He would drop his bag off in his room then make his way to the church
that was less than a minute away from home. He would change into the familiar
priest's cassock, and sit quietly in the confession booth, waiting for people
to come in and speak.
Today, like most days, he was sitting in the peaceful serenity of the church,
waiting for the next parish member or just anyone who wanted to confess come
in. It had been a considerably slow day and the Irish boy had to stop himself a
couple of times from nodding off into dreamland. He had stayed up late the
night before rushing through his culminating project for his chemistry class,
and was exhausted from the lack of sleep. He was about to drift off again when
the bells jingled softly, indicating that someone had came in to confess. Niall
instinctively shot up and straightened his cassock even though he knew the
person won't be able to see him through the dark screen that separated them.
He nervously cleared his throat before mustering up his most 'priestly' voice
and said like he had countless times before, “Speak and He will hear, confess
your sins before the Lord.”
A short pause followed, and Niall was starting to think that he must've
imagined the sound of bells ringing and that there wasn't anyone out there.
“Uh, I have a confession to make,” a male voice came to the other side. “I'm,
uh, gay and yeah. I know that God accepts gay people and stuff too, but I act
like I hate gay people.”
“The Lord hears and forgives you,” Niall said after he was sure the boy on the
other side was done. He thought the male on the other side was about his age by
his voice and his confession. It was a little game he had made up for himself
to pass time. Guess the person on the other side's age and appearance, and
maybe even identity, based on their voice and confession. He's heard all sorts
of things for the past three years. From cashiers who took change out of the
cash register to Easter-bunny stealing husbands. He's heard of the good, bad
and ugly deeds of his town, and someone's gay confession wasn't a shock to him.
In fact he's heard confessions like that a couple of times, but it was the
first time he's heard someone confess for hating gay people.
“Uh, thanks,” the boy said. The sound of a chair being dragged on the floor was
followed by the tinkling of the bell, announcing that the boy had left.
Now, Niall was extremely curious as to who this boy was. He definitely wasn't
one of the regular patrons who came to confess. He didn't recognise the boy's
voice, and the manner which the boy spoke told that he was pretty new to this
confession business as well. And like that, he spent the rest of the day
thinking of the mysterious voice on the other side of the screen and wondering
who that could be. 
***
Like every other day, Niall got to school just as the bell rang. He rushed into
class, only to be tripped by one of the boys that sat at the front.
"Oops, sorry," the boy said in a mocking tone. 
Niall heard that voice everyday, all the time. When he got to English class,
that voice would taunt him, in the hallways it was that voice that would jeer
at him and call him names. In the boys' changing room it was that voice that
rounded everyone else up to take part in using Niall as a punching bag. One
thing Niall didn't know was who excatly that voice belonged to. He never once
dared to look up at the taunter's face, and was terrified of the thought of the
voice's name, Zayn Malik. 
Hastily picking up his books that were strewn all over the floor, Niall kept
his head down as he shuffled to his seat at the back of the class. He only
managed to catch the first few words the teacher was droning before he started
zoning off and getting lost in his own thoughts. 
Niall was out of the door the second the bell rang for lunch. He walked the
familiar path to the back of the school and sat at his usual spot near the
large maple tree. He quietly ate his lunch, enjoying the traquility of the
empty yard, slowly passing time by watching the leaves swirl down in the cool
autumn breeze. This was a place where he didn't have to worry about the
bullies, the taunters, and most of all, Zayn Malik. 
He sighed softly once his sandwich was finished, and leaned against the tree,
wishing that the day would go by faster...
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
It was about four in the afternoon when Niall Horan was fully dressed in his
white cassock and seated in the confession podium. Today he brought a book with
him to keep himself occupied while waiting for people to come.
He partly read while partly listening to a lady confess about feeling the need
to unearth her husband's vegetable garden as she felt that he spent more time
with it than with her. At the end of her confession he said a couple of prayers
off the prayer book that was tucked conveniently under his seat and went back
to reading his book.
This went on for the next few people that came in the booth to confess. That
was until he heard the voice. The same voice that had him in a daze since
yesterday.
When the boy on the other side said, "I've came to confess again," Niall
immediately folded the corner page of his book a placed it silently on his lap,
listening attentively to the other boy. There was something about this boy's
words and the way he says them that has Niall intrigued. Niall has yet to see
the other male's face, but something about his tone just draws him in.
It's probably cause he's one of the younger ones who've came to confess, Niall
reasoned with himself. Someone his age coming to church was rare, let alone
coming to confess. 
"Today I didn't beat anyone up, which is good I guess. But there's this one boy
whom I've been trying to avoid yet can't seem to," the boy said. "He gives me
butterflies and makes me lose my cool. Sometimes I have the urge to defend him
from my friends that hurt him, but then I start joining in to hurt him. What is
wrong with me, Father?"
The confusion in the lad's voice had Niall moved. He felt like he understood
the boy, but not really. Niall knew that he wasn't gay, or at least that's what
he thought. He was fine with boys and girls for the most part, not that he'll
be getting some anytime soon judging by his social status at school. Plus he
never really had free time outside of school for a relationship, not that he'd
want one at this point.
"I know this isn't a counselling session or anything but I feel like maybe you
could advice me on what to do with these feelings?" the boy asked after a pause
of silence.
Niall's breath hitched. He wasn't prepared for this. Never had he expected that
in his odd years of listening to confessions that he'd have to give advice like
a psychiatrist. And this was definitely not part of his job requriements when
he discussed sitting in for him during confession periods.
He didn't want to leave the boy hanging though, so instead he decided to say,
"I've never really had experience with situations like this, I'll think about
it. Come back again tomorrow and I'll tell you what I think..." Niall tried to
sound as professional as possible. He really did, but something in the way his
voice was a little too high made the boy on the other side of the screen think
this wasn't a usual priest listening, but he didn't dwell too much on it.
Overthinking things is not good, he reasoned.
"Thank you, Father. My name's Zayn, and I'll be back tomorrow," the boy said in
response.
Niall concluded their session with a short prayer and soon after the boy was
gone, leaving no trace of his coming except for the soft jingling of bells.
Letting out a soft breath of air he didn't know he was holding in, Niall
pondered over why he acted so differently when this particular person, Zayn,
was doing his confessions. Niall had been listening to confessions since he was
14, heck, even before he turned 14 he sat in and listened for his dad. One
would think that by now Niall would have grown accustomed to the instability of
the human heart; the way one thing might seem like a sin to one but a norm to
another. This Zayn boy being gay was a norm to Niall. He'd seen gay people and
have heard people confess about being gay more than he could count. And, not
beating someone up, why would you confess to that? Was this Zayn ultimately
confessing about falling in love? And Zayn, the name Zayn was so familiar.
Maybe it's a common name? It didn't sound anglo-saxon, that's for sure. But
there was, afterall, a large foreign community in Niall's town consisting of
middle-easterns and of people who aren't anglo-saxon.
Niall was curious. He hadn't been this curious since the confession of a woman
in her late eighties who came to confess about her childhood, and ended up
spending two weeks telling him about her story of how she ended up in the
suburbs of London all the way from Australia in her search to find her family
that had given her up for adoption due to the war.
If there was one thing Niall was passionate about, it was stories, fiction, and
adventure. Of course Niall wouldn't go on an adventure himself, he just liked
imagining other people on adventures, and listening to others talk about their
adventures. And there was something about this boy's confession that pulled him
in and caught his interest. Maybe it was because it sounded so normal compared
to the tales he'd heard and voyages he's read about in his many fantasy novels.
Maybe because it was something he can imagine actually happen to the people
around him and not just some fairytale character. Whatever it was, he was
thrilled to have something finally seeming interesting.
He walked home with a lighter bounce on his step than usual, and he even helped
himself to third servings that night at the dinner table, earning him a look of
extreme approval from his father who had always thought that Niall was too
little for his age. Niall actually liked being small, he didn't mind really
that he had kept his petite frame and not grown bulky and awkward like some of
his fellow classmates have.
Being small had it's advantages; he could easily run away from the hulking
bullies, and he could hide in small places really well. Of course everything
comes with a disadvantage; once Niall was caught he couldn't escape the
taunting and hits he would receive from the raging monsters at school. Thank
goodness Niall had never really received a terrible beating before, or at least
one that didn't show too many marks. He wouldn't know what to say to his
parents if they were to ask him what had happened. So far he had told his mom
countless times that he had fallen and tripped, resulting in a slight gash on
his cheek and occasionally a bruise on his arm. Nothing too big to cover with a
little white lie really.
"Niall honey, eat up," his mother cooed from her seat at the dinning table
across from him.
He grinned widely before scooping a large serving of mashed potatoes on his
plate and pouring gravy over them. Niall didn't know why he was eating so much
today. Usually he'd have one and a half servings and then casually excuse
himself from the table to go back to his room to read quietly or do some
homework. But today was different. He was hungrier than usual and began eating
almost as much as his older brother Greg that was currently eyeing him oddly
from his left.
"Thanks mom," Niall beamed as he set his fork down, satisfied.
***
"It's Zayn again, sir," the lad Zayn said from the other side of the booth.
"Were you the same priest who heard me confess the other two days?"
"Yes," Niall replied curtly, wanting for this boy to continue speaking so he
could hear his voice more. Niall was trying to picture the boy, how tall was
he? What colour was his hair? Did he go to his school? And why did his voice
also sound so eery and haunting? As if he'd heard it everyday. Niall brushed
that thought away, nonsense, no one at his school or home had such a smooth
voice like Zayn's.
"Okay, uhm, so yeah at school I felt all fuzzy when the boy showed up, and I
really wanted to go talk to him and stuff and at the same time I really wanted
him dead cause I hate the feelings he gives me," Zayn ranted. Niall nodded
silently even though he knew Zayn couldn't see him. "I tripped him before,
earlier this week, and I still feel terrible about it." Why did this sound so
familiar, Niall thought. Shaking off the thought he reasoned that lots of kids
get tripped by bullies everyday.
"What's your advice for me, Father?" Zayn asked.
Niall silently gulped. Shoot, he thought, I didn't think about it like I told
him I would! His mind whirled, trying in vain to think of something smart to
say.
"Why don't you start by slowly distancing yourself from your usual peers, then
slowly get closer to this boy," Niall finally said, thankful that he'd gotten
something to say that sounded somewhat smart.
"Easier said then done," Zayn mumbled from the other side, grateful for the
screen that divided him and the priest for he was sure the Father would be
giving him the deepest frown of disapproval right now.
The lad was starting to wonder why he'd chosen to come to confession in the
first place. He wasn't even a Christian or anything, but he felt the deepest
urge to tell somebody about his feelings.
He simply couldn't get the boy out of his head. Those blue eyes and scruffy
blond hair were enough to melt his heart. Adding the Irish accent that would
haunt his dreams forever, the Horan kid in his advanced math class was the
perfect one for him, except Zayn never thought of himself as perfect.
He's known the other boy since the beginning of high school and had been
tormenting him with his entourage of goons from the very start. Come to think
of it, he'd never seen the Irish boy outside of school, and had honestly never
seen him laugh or smile. It was probably my fault, Zayn thought to himself.
Fancy that Zayn, he thought bitterly, his smile would probably be gorgeous, of
course you'd ruin it for yourself.
His mind wandered to the fantasies the blond would give him, during the day and
night. Things he wanted to do to him and wipe off his innocence that made Zayn
feel so unpure. "I get hard thinking about him," Zayn suddenly blurted,
instantly regretting. He heard a strangled choke from the priest on the other
side, and was ever so thankful that he didn't know how Zayn looked like. With
his signature quiff and tan exotic looks, Zayn was hard to forget.
"Er, that's good I guess?" the priest said awkwardly, trying his hardest to
hide his surprise.
Zayn internally groaned, the priest's Irish accent sounded so much like the
Horan kid's, and this was starting to turn him on so much. He could feel the
blood starting to rush to his nether-regions. Fuck, he thought, a church is
definitely not an ideal place to get a hard on.
"Yeah, I visualise myself having my way with his small frame once too many,"
Zayn managed to choke out, in an attempt to sound casual.
On the other side of the screen, Niall's breath was caught between his throat
and mouth. Something that bold and compromising had never been confessed to him
before. Sure he has heard men talk about being tempted into affairs and women
lusting after other guys, but never, never had someone gave him anymore detail
than that.
Finding his voice once more, Niall managed to croak out, "Then bring these
desires to the Lord and have him forgive you for your lusting. Maybe after
getting over the initial lusting you'll be able to find the courage to approach
this boy."
He could hear the boy shift uncomfortably on the other side, the sound of his
clothes rustling loudly against the cushion chair followed by an audible gulp.
It was as if the boy was nervous about something. Nervous about what exactly?
Niall thought to himself.
By now, Zayn was palming himself in attempt to keep his raging hard on down.
The way the priest's Irish accent resounded as he said the word 'desire' really
did a number to his situation. Somehow the priest had managed to make the words
'lust' and 'desire' sound so innocent and pure. Zayn wondered how old this
priest was, he sounded like he would be too young for work, but then again
voices can be deceiving.
Mustering up enough courage, Zayn said, "Sir, may I ask how old are you?"
"Old enough," Niall squeaked, never having been asked a question this personal
before in any of his confession sessions.
Zayn considered his options, he could either somehow end this confession fast
and find a way to release somewhere, or he could try and contain himself while
trying to figure out this mysterious priest that seemed a little too elusive.
The priest is obviously a young man, in his early twenties perhaps, and too shy
to share his age as it might have related to seniority in this church.
He decided to push his luck again. "How might I address you, Father...?"
"Horan," Niall replied instinctively, immediately regretting.
Zayn's eyes widened. The priest's last name was Horan, that means he might be
related to the Horan kid he was so smitten by. Didn't that Horan boy have an
older brother that looked a whole lot like him? Light hair and pale complexion?
Shit. The thought of the boy had sent more shivers down his spine, and straight
to his groin. Fuck, he needed a release, and fast. An image of a flushed Niall
pinned under him, panting immediately sent his manhood twitching in his too-
tight jeans. He had to bite the side of his mouth to stop himself from moaning
at the thought. This is so wrong, Zayn thought. I shouldn't be having fantasies
of a boy in a church!
Niall was beginning to find this silence too awkward and starting to scare him.
What if the boy on the other side attended church and knew who his dad was and
recognised that this was not Minister Horan's voice? He would be found out!
Niall was silently panicking, frantically thinking of ways to end this session
so he could head home early and talk to his dad about rethinking this sketchy
job. Why was the boy so quiet now? Did he figure out who Niall was?
"Sir," Zayn's voice broke through Niall's thoughts. "Are you by any chance
related to Niall Horan?" Zayn couldn't help himself. He was too curious. He
really needed to know. Even if this Father Horan might tell Niall of a Zayn
that was in love with him. He needed to find some sort of connection with the
beautiful angel that he knew nothing about.
"Y-yes," Niall stuttered. I'm done for, he thought. Zayn has figured out who I
am and my dad's gonna get in trouble because of me.
"Could you possibly tell me more about him? What does he do after school
everyday?" Zayn asked.
Niall was close to wetting himself now; Zayn was just testing him. What if he
was one of them from school and had followed him? Was he going to get beat up?
"Sir?" Zayn asked when his previous question was received by a silence.
"Ah yes," Niall replied quickly, too quickly. "Um, I don't know what Niall does
everyday after school."
"Oh," Zayn said, disappointed. To Niall that sounded like a sarcastic and
questioning remark that challenged his answer. A tone he was so use to hearing
direct at him at school.
Panicking, Niall did the one thing he was warned never to do, lift the draw
screen that was separating him from the confessor on the booth. He lifted it
out so quickly, and cried out in desperation to Zayn, "I'm sorry! Please don't
hurt me! I swear I would never do it again!" He wasn't sure what he was
apologising for or what he said he won't do again, but the worlds just flowed
out of his mouth as tears pricked his eyes.
Zayn on the other hand was like a deer caught in headlights, but his many
experiences with masking his emotions kicked in. He forced a look of
indifference on his face, but on the inside he was freaking out. Never in his
wildest dreams would he had imagined that the boy he was in love with would be
the one hearing his confession and pleading with him after. Zayn was at lost
for words and he isn't quite sure what was going on at this point.
"Fine. I won't hurt you, but you must do as I say," Zayn's mouth began
speaking, his mind whirling and thinking out how he could use this situation to
his advantage. Amidst the confusion though, Zayn couldn't help but think to
himself how Niall looked really sexy with a priest's robe on and tears in his
eyes. Almost like a fallen angel, he thought.
"Anything," Niall squeaked, cowering slightly at the tan boy in front of him.
Admittedly Zayn was really attractive, but there was something about him that
was all too familiar.
"Meet me here at 3:30 tomorrow. Don't even try to avoid me cause I know where
you live," Zayn instructed before turning on his heel and taking long,
deliberate strides out of the church.
Niall stood grounded where he was, speechless. Even long after Zayn was gone he
stood there, almost giving himself away to a little old lady that walked in.
That night Niall spent hours tossing and turning in bed. His mind was full of
thoughts having to do with the mysterious Zayn and how he now had to do
everything Zayn told him to do. He was terrified, yet at the same time he was
somewhat excited. Something was finally happening in his boring life. He was
going to have his own adventure! Thoughts of himself going to confess about his
adventure (or in this case, misadventure) when he was older started flooding
his mind as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
 
 
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Unlike most days, Niall didn't go home after school. No, he went straight to
the church where Zayn told him to meet him. He was afraid that he would be
late, and didn't want to find out the consequences of doing so. Something about
the darker boy intimidated him. Maybe it was the intensity in his eyes when he
looked at Niall, or maybe it was because he was much bigger than the Irish
lad. 
Today he didn't change into the cassock like he would usually do so. Instead,
he waited patiently on the seat where the confessors would usually sit,
changing the roles up. It was a strange feeling, being in the booth dressed in
regular clothes and not having to listen to people talk about themselves. He
didn't even put out the sign that welcomed people to confess like he would
usually do, lest someone came in and found him just sitting there. 
"There you are," a voice called to Niall, making him jump a little.
Niall looked up to see Zayn standing at the door way that led to the booth,
dressed casually for the spring weather outside; dark skinny jeans, a tight
shirt and a sweater. Niall gulped unconsciously as his stomach began to churn.
He didn't know exactly how he felt about this boy, though usually he would have
very specific feelings toward people. He didn't particularly disliked teachers,
he loved his family, and he hated the bullies at school. But for this boy, he
was unsure. Niall was confused as to why he doesn't hate this boy, I mean, Zayn
was technically blackmailing him. He doesn't particularly like this Zayn like
he would like a teacher, and he most definitely doesn't love this boy. So, what
is this strange fuzzy feeling he was getting that was making his breath hitch
every time he looked into the boy's eyes?
Zayn watched in slight amusement as the blond boy stared at him and started
spacing out. Zayn had always noted how Niall often sat quietly on his own
during class and never spoke, sometimes even dozing off or day-dreaming. Now,
Zayn had to stop himself from jumping the boy on the spot when Niall blushed
after their eyes met. It suddenly occurred to Zayn that Niall didn't know who
he was, not even the slightest bit. It did kinda make sense though; never once
had Niall looked Zayn in the eye until today. Whenever Zayn and his friends
taunted Niall at school, Niall always kept his head down, eyes trained on the
ground. Zayn had often gotten annoyed by that, but now it seemed to be playing
to his advantage. Niall won't know him, so his reputation won't be ruined by
what he was gonna ask Niall to do next.
Closing the door firmly behind him, Zayn turned his full attention to Niall.
"Get into the robe thing you had on yesterday," Zayn ordered a terrified Niall.
The Irish boy nodded obediently, legs starting to quake,  and proceeded to go
through the door leading to the priest's room. Zayn followed closely behind
Niall, not wanting the other boy to escape from his sight.
"Um, I'm g-gonna change," Niall said tentatively, hands gripping tightly onto
the cassock that was loosely draped on a hanger when he realised Zayn wasn't
going to leave him to get dressed.
"Go ahead then," Zayn smirked, crossing his arms as he leant into the door he
had closed behind him.
The room that Niall was so familiar with had never felt so small before as he
slowly slipped his hoodie off his head. Trying hard not to blush, he quickly
peeled his shirt off. His sweats soon followed, and then he was left with his
only his boxers. Reaching for the cassock that he had left on the desk his dad
usually prepared his sermons on, Niall hastily pulled it off the hanger and
over his head.
He was feeling extremely uncomfortable each time Zayn ran his eyes over his
bare body, and was ever so relieved when most of his exposed skin was covered
by the thin white cloth that made the cassock.
Zayn on the other hand was disappointed that Niall had changed so fast. He
didn't even bother hiding the fact that he was ogling at the Irish paleness
that is Niall. The way Niall blushed a deeper shade or red every time he
noticed Zayn's eyes on him turned Zayn on so much. At this point, Zayn was
sprouting a semi-hard, and admittedly regretted wearing tight pants today.
Zayn could literally feel his cock twitching in his pants when he saw Niall
shuffle in his cassock in attempt to get comfortable in it. It was definitely
the last straw for Zayn when Niall tugged at the cassock that was slightly
large on him so that his thin collarbone was showing.
Without warning, Zayn lunged at Niall, grabbing onto the smaller boy's wrists,
he pushed him against the table and started attacking Niall's pale neck with
hungry lips.
"Wha-?" Niall's confusion was cut off by a moan from Zayn.
"Shh, you're mine," Zayn growled before returning to Niall's neck.
Niall tried his hardest to stifle the moan that had barely escaped his lips.
Zayn's lips on his neck were doing wonderous things and making him all fuzzy
and warm all over.
"It's okay, let it out, I wanna hear you say my name," Zayn said, licking a
stipe up Niall's neck, releasing one of his hands from Niall's wrist to palm
the other boy in the groin. Zayn had taken to grinding onto Niall's thigh, and
had slowly lifted up his cassock, exposing Niall's pale legs.
"Zayn," Niall whimpered, unsure of what else to say in a situation like this
where everything just felt so good. Niall, being Niall, didn't quite understand
what was going on. Already sixteen, he had yet to discover the true pleasures
of stroking oneself to completion, forget having someone else do that.
Suddenly, Niall felt the pressure on his neck and crotch lift off, and he was
being turned over so that he was bending over the table, back facing Zayn. The
other boy had started to lift his cassock up further so that now his boxers
were showing. Niall wasn't sure if he should call for help or just let Zayn
continue to do what he was doing. On one hand he could be protecting himself,
on the other hand Zayn could possibly expose him and his father's arrangement.
But then again, what Zayn did to his neck felt so good, what Zayn was going to
do next probably won't be any worse. Or so he thought.
Zayn chuckled at the sharp gasp that was emitted from Niall's mouth when he
pulled the boy's boxers down, showing his bum and releasing Niall's dick on the
table, already leaking with pre-cum.
Niall's bottom lip quivered in anticipation as Zayn let his hands trail down
the younger boy's back. His mind was swirling and nothing felt real anymore. He
held back a yelp when Zayn gave his bum a light slap.
"So naughty," Zayn growled, eyes clouded with lust. "Doing this in a church
with a stranger. Do you have anything to confess, little one?"
"N-no," Niall stuttered, hands gripping tightly onto the table when Zayn pried
his cheeks apart and started grinding his clothed erection on Niall.
"Are you sure?" Zayn whispered, voice low and dripping with lust. "Nothing to
confess at all, love?"
"N-nothing!" Niall squeaked when Zayn suddenly grabbed his cock and started
pumping. He let his hand brush over the crease of Niall's puckered entrance,
emiting a choked sobfrom Niall
"Really? Then I guess I shall give you a reason to confess," was all Zayn said
before plunging a finger into Niall's entrance with.
Totally unprepared, Niall choked back a sob as he experienced the foreign
feeling of having something up there. This is so wrong, he thought to himself,
willing his eyes to squeeze shut. It hurt so much and he just wanted this to
stop, so he did what he usually did when the bullies taunted him at school; he
blocked everything out. He pretended he wasn't here in the priest's room with a
stranger's finger up his ass and his dick in the other hand. All concentration
was lost however, when Zayn curled his finger, brushing on Niall's sensitive
prostrate.
Niall's throaty moan was sent straight to Zayn's groin, making Zayn ache more
than ever, desperately needing a release. He slowly slipped another finger into
Niall, and soon enough Niall was moving his hips along with Zayn's fingers. A
third finger was soon added in, and by this time Niall was a writhing, moaning
mess under Zayn.
Going on his knees, Zayn removed his fingers from Niall and proceeded to use
his tongue, licking a stripe across Niall's puckered hole. He grinned when
Niall's soft whimper reached his ears, and continued to push his tongue into
Niall, swirling and sucking at the same time. His hand continued to work on
Niall's length, moving to a quick rhythm with his tongue. His fingers and
tongue worked together, simultaneously stretching and licking the smaller boy
that was now writhing in pleasure under his ministrations.
Letting go of Niall's cock, Zayn unbuckled his own jeans and took his length
out, pumping the already stiff circumcised dick.
"Z-Zayn-" Niall gasped as he felt his stomach began to coil when Zayn's fingers
brushed a particularly sensitive spot within him.
"Hold on Niall, we're almost there," Zayn growled, removing his fingers from
Niall and getting off his knees. His right hand moved back to Niall's dick and
was pressing tightly onto the slit, preventing Niall from cumming. Aligning his
member to Niall's hole, he whispered in Niall's ear, "This is gonna hurt, love.
But I will make you feel really good."
And somehow, Niall trusted him.
Niall bit hard on his lip as Zayn slowly entered him, his body visibly
quivering from the pain. It will get better, he thought to himself. Despite
only knowing the other lad for a short period, he was certain that Zayn
wouldn't lie to him.
It took everything Zayn had to stop himself from thrusting erratically into
Niall's tightness once he was completely sheathed in. He didn't want to hurt
the blonde boy, though ironically enough he already was.
"I'm going to start moving," Zayn warned after giving Niall a few moments to
get adjusted to his massive length.
Ever so slowly, Zayn pulled out, and when he was nearly fully out, he slammed
himself back in, hitting Niall right in the prostate. He continued with his
slow thrusts, each earning a louder moan from Niall who was already so close.
Zayn gradually increased his pace, making each thrust shorter and more precise,
as Niall started moving his hips along with Zayn's rhythm.
"You can come now, baby," Zayn whispered, leaning into Niall and casually
nipping his earlobe. His grip on Niall's member loosened and he started
pumping, synchronising each flick of his wrist with his hip thrusts.
Soon enough, Niall spilled his load over the table, coming with a loud cry. The
additional pressure on Zayn's dick as Niall clenched his walls on him was all
it took for Zayn to come spilling everything into Niall. From the start he knew
he wasn't going to last long. Who would, really, when they get to have their
way with the one they've been fantasising about for three years?
He continued to milk out his climax into Niall, a feeling of pure bliss mixed
with need. All too soon for Niall, Zayn pulled out and started to zip his jeans
back. Before he could stop himself, Niall let out a whine of loss, feeling
himself grow redder.
Niall suddenly found himself on the ground, his knees pressed against his
shoulders as his bum was being exposed. His eyes widened as he shot Zayn a look
of confusion.
"Relax, love, I'm just going to clean you up," Zayn smiled, flashing his row of
perfect teeth as he leant in and started lapping up the semen that was leaking
out of Niall's ass. His hands held a firm grip on Niall's thighs, keeping the
Irish lad from moving. Zayn couldn't help but think how incredibly kinky this
was, he had fucked Niall in a church when he was dressed in a priest's robes,
and now he was licking up his own cum from Niall's ass.
Once he was sure he'd got most of it out of Niall, Zayn helped the smaller boy
into his boxers and then proceeded to lie on the floor with him. He
instinctively wrapped his arms around Niall, bringing their bodies closer on
the cool ground.
"We should hang out sometime after school," Zayn said softly.
Niall felt himself relax at Zayn's words. He didn't want this to be a one time
thing because he felt that the dark skinned lad was starting to grow on him.
He'd never had many friends before, and since coming to high school he had no
friends to hang out with after school.
"Maybe on weekends," he whispered back tentatively after a short pause of
silence.
"Deal."
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     So I've got a couple of people asking me for the Wattpad link to this
     story. Well, it's on my Wattpad account @ZiallPorn if you're really
     interested, but I suggest that you just wait patiently for me to
     update on here cause when I posted this story on Wattpad, I was still
     pretty new to writing, and I'm editing this to make it better as I
     post the story here. Cheers and thanks for reading.
***** Chapter 4 *****
It had been two days since Niall's little adventure with Zayn in the church
office, and the Irish lad couldn't get the tanned boy out of his head.
Especially after how the dark boy made him feel so good. Deep down Niall knew
that what they did was wrong beyond so many levels, but then somewhere else in
his mind he was wondering how something that feels so good could be so wrong?
It isn't possible.
Despite thoughts and reasoning, Niall knew that what him and Zayn did wasn't
appropriate to go around announcing to others. They freaking went all the way
in a church for Christ's sake! And they barely knew each other! Niall couldn't
deny the fact that the dark skinned boy made him feel good though. I wish I had
his number, Niall thought wistfully. He had a vague memory of scribbling down
his number for the Pakistani lad, but was too lost in his euphoric bliss of
getting fucked that he wasn't sure if he hallucinated that or not.
"Niall honey! Dinner's ready!" his mother called from the kitchen, causing
Niall to lose his train of thoughts.
"Coming, mom!!" he yelled back as he dragged his feet out of his bed. He was
initially planning on getting some homework done after a long day of sitting in
the church and listening to confessions (also secretly hoping that Zayn would
come again), but he barely got Microsoft Word loaded up on his computer when
his thoughts began to wander and he started thinking about Zayn. Oh how he
could still feel the tips of Zayn's fingers over his skin, the feeling of his
lips lingering over his neck. He tentatively let his fingers brush over where
Zayn's mouth had once been. The other boy had left marks that Niall had to use
turtlenecks to cover up, which aroused questioning looks from his mother since
the weather had taken to warming up. It was worth it though, Niall thought.
Whatever happened that day was worth it. Fighting down a blush, his heart raced
at the memory of fingers skimming over his back and soft wetness felt in his
bottom. 
Shaking off all sensual thoughts he had of Zayn he began to make his way down
to dinner. Niall most definitely didn't want to be sprouting a semi in front of
his mom.
 
***
 
Later that night as Niall lay on his bed, he began reevaluating himself and his
life in general. Him liking the things Zayn did to him. Did that make him gay
too? He most definitely wasn't interested in girls, but the thought of naked
men never sparked anything for him (well, neither did the thought of naked
girls either). Then there was Zayn, every single thought about him now sent
butterflies to his stomach and made his cock twitch a little. Maybe he was just
interested in Zayn, only Zayn. Yeah he could live with that. He was Zayn-
sexual. Niall giggled at his new 'label'.
He began to wonder if Zayn went to his school. How did he get to know of Niall.
Then it dawned upon Niall; Zayn was the Zayn Malik, the bully at school who
made his life miserable! The Irish lad let out a groan of anguish. Of course!
The bad boy was using him as another one of his pranks. Fuck, how could he let
someone use him like that? How could he be so stupid? The same commanding voice
was a definitely give-away. Niall felt like smacking himself (and Zayn) for not
noticing it earlier.
Zayn and his friends probably followed him after school and planned this all
along. There was absolutely no way that Zayn Malik could be gay and liking
Niall.
I still like him though, Niall thought sadly as a single tear rolled down his
face. At first he was looking forward to the weekend whence he had promised
Zayn that they will get to hang out. But I guess that's not happening now, is
it, Niall thought bitterly to himself.
Despite the amount of self-loathing he was giving himself for not noticing that
Zayn was in fact the school bad boy Zayn Malik, Niall couldn't help but feel
that he was somehow at a loss. He missed the way his name rolled off Zayn's
tongue, and he missed the way Zayn would growl possessively over him. It was
only a one time thing, but Niall began to feel that he's grown a little too
attached.
He groaned in frustration once again before burying his face into his pillow
and sobbing himself to sleep.
 
***
 
Somewhere on the other side of the town, a certain boy from the Malik family
was lying in bed, still giddy from his encounter with Niall two days ago. Niall
had scribbled down his number somewhere for Zayn before hastily leaving, but
Zayn couldn't gather up enough courage to even send a text message out, let
alone call.
He was definitely looking forward to meeting the Irish boy on the weekend that
was slowly dawning on them. They haven't spoken or had any sort of interaction
at school after the incident, mostly due to the fact that Niall didn't know who
he was and Zayn wanted to keep it that way.
What if Niall didn't like him after figuring out who he was? He knew he was
having some progress into getting closer to the blonde lad especially after
they cuddled after fucking. It was all too confusing for Zayn. He never found
himself in a situation quite like this before. Whenever he wanted someone he
would tell them, and then they would get together. But this was different. Now
the one he wanted was a boy, and it was against society to accept his love. He
really wished he had the courage to forget about society and just confess his
love for Niall in school in front of everyone.
To be honest Zayn found his obsession with the Irish lad a tad bit strange. He
barely knew the guy, stalked him from afar for about three or so odd years,
been picking on him for a while, and now he'd already fucked the poor boy into
oblivion. Life time achievement really; fuck random strangers that you've been
creepy about and bullied.
To say Zayn was frustrated would be an understatement. He was at a complete
loss of what to do with this strange situation, this dysfunctional not-quite
relationship in general. Zayn couldn't help but think that this would be so
much easier if Niall was a girl.
If Niall was a girl... Images of Niall slowly unbuttoning his shirt sensually
flashed through Zayn's mind and Zayn could feel his boxers start getting a
little too tight for him. It wasn't even the fact that he'd tried to imagine
Niall as a girl or not, it was Niall himself. Regardless whether Niall was a
girl, guy or genderless, Zayn felt that the blonde boy had some sort of magical
ability to be able to turn him on so much. The innocence and purity that
radiated from Niall was what first caught Zayn's eye at the beginning of high
school. The blonde was like a lost kitten on the first day, looking around with
wide eyes and taking in his surroundings. One can't help but just stare at how
cute he looked when lost. One, being Zayn.
Then realisation hit him; he pretty much just raped the kid didn't he? Oh dear
God, Zayn thought, I'm a criminal. What if Niall reports him to the police?
Niall wouldn't, would he? I mean, the blonde bloke looked like he enjoyed it
just as much as Zayn did and maybe more. Surely it wouldn't count as rape if
Niall actually enjoyed it. But then again that's what rapists always say to
ease their guilty conscience, not that they usually had any.
That's it, Zayn thought, I'm going to confess tomorrow.
 
 
 
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It was a lovely Friday afternoon when Niall Horan made his way straight to the
church after school. Despite the wonderful weather, Niall had a generally
shitty day. He had left his homework from the night before undone, earning him
a detention on Monday. Worse, he had forgotten to bring his lunch with him in
the morning, so he had to go hungry the whole day as he didn't have any spare
change to buy something at the school cafeteria, not that he'd want to after
hearing all those nasty rumours about how crappy and distasteful the food
served there was.
He let out a loud sigh as he stepped out of his regular clothes and fumbled
into the cassock that was hanging on the rack. Earlier on today, Niall had
considered telling his father about stopping this arrangement. He felt that he
was done with this whole confession business. He was going to be a senior soon,
and would be overwhelmed with college and university applications and finals
such. He needn't be bothered with a job; that he could somehow get over the
summer. Needless to say, that wasn't the only, or even the main reason why
Niall wanted out.
He was done with being used. He'd come to a conclusion the night before that
Zayn had used him, and now that he thinks about it, his own father probably is
too. What else do you call dumping your son to do a boring job you yourself
wouldn't do but is still obliged to?
Niall knew he won't be able to get off listening to confessions until
September, that was in four months, four months too long. He admits that he'd
grown bored of this complete waste of time from day one. Yeah sure he would on
occasion chance upon someone with a good story to tell. But what use of it when
he doesn't even know who they are? Worse, he'd been so used because of this.
Zayn used him and he felt dirty now. Obviously he didn't know why Zayn did it,
but all Niall knew was that he wanted nothing better than to forget that day
ever happened.
The familiar jingle of bells snapped Niall out of his thoughts. He sighed
inwardly as he picked out the prayer book and waited a moment, giving the
person time to be seated.
"God knows all, and none is hidden to him. Bring your iniquity to Him and He
shall wash you clean," Niall droned, already yawning inside.
"Niall."  Niall froze. The voice was familiar. All too familiar. Flashes of
that day in the office burned through his retinas. Those rough but gentle hands
all over his body, hot breath on his skin, whispers of his name. It's him. No
doubt it is.
"The Lord hears and forgives," Niall said stiffly, after a moment of
excruciatingly awkward silence passed between the two boys separated by the
screen.
"Hey, is this the right time? I'm sorry I should've called earlier or
something.." Zayn's voice laced with concern sounded from the other side of the
screen.
Niall had so many things he wanted to tell Zayn. He had so many questions, so
many hurtful feelings to express. None of which could seem to escape his throat
right now. What exactly was Zayn playing at?
"I'm here to apologise for ignoring you at school. I really shouldn't so that.
Shit, I like you so much I can't even speak properly," Zayn said, making
Niall's breath hitch. Zayn did not just say that he liked Niall. He's probably
just lying, Niall reasoned with himself.
"I've liked you for a while now, but have been too afraid to admit it," Zayn
said quietly, voice dropped to an almost low whisper. "Ever since you first
started school you've caught my eye. Fuck, that probably sounded really cliché
right? Ugh, I don't know anymore. It physically hurts looking at you cause
you're actually so gorgeous. You have no idea how hard this is for me. I barely
know you and I'm so mesmerised by you. And to top it off, you're a boy. I
really don't know what to do in situations like this. Usually when I like
someone I'd just tell them and we'd get together, and I would not have to be
bothered with what other people think cause you're supposed to date girls and
such. And shit, you're the first guy I've ever liked and I was wondering if you
might, even in the slightest bit, like me back?"
Something in the way Zayn said those last words pulled at Niall's heart
strings. The sincerity that coated his words, and how true and raw Zayn was
really came out. Even if Niall couldn't see Zayn's face right now, something
tells him that Zayn's probably looking very small, like one would when they've
just shared their deepest, darkest secret.
Then there's a little voice at the back of his brain that's nagging at him not
to fall for Zayn's words. How would you know he's not trying to get you in bed
with him again?
"Niall?" Zayn sounded so lost and distraught, his voice cracking at the last
syllable. Hearing Zayn sound so broken made Niall think that it wouldn't be so
bad to give Zayn a try. The more Niall thought about it, the more he realises
that he has nothing to lose considering Zayn's a senior and was graduating in a
couple of months, and if Zayn was in fact using him, then it wouldn't be much
to experience this or something.
Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. That strange feeling he had about Zayn
that he couldn't quite pinpoint was so blatantly obvious right now. He liked
Zayn, as in I'm in love with you Like. Not the like he uses to label his
emotions for his teachers. Shit, Niall thought, I'm physically and and
emotionally attracted to Zayn.
"Niall?" Zayn's voice came again, sounding desperate this time.
"Yes?" Niall said softly, unsure of what else to say after his big realisation.
He'd just came to a conclusion that he might possibly have romantic feelings
toward someone who might possibly be using him. What else were he to say?
"I asked if, um, if you might possibly like me back?" Zayn asked again,
sounding awfully vulnerable.
"Yes," Niall managed to whisper. Zayn had barely caught what he said if not for
the fact that they were the only two in the room and it was awfully quiet in
the old church.
But that was all it took for Zayn to pull the draw screen that Niall had once
pulled up, and pull Niall up into a bone-crushing hug over the counter that was
acting as an incredibly large cock block.
Niall wasn't expecting a response like this. He's expected a cruel laugh from
the tan boy and expected him to say something rude at him for being so dumb as
to fall for his false words. Instead he got a hug. He got a fucking hug that
makes his insides all mushy and his legs feel like jelly.
Niall tentatively put his arms around Zayn's waist after he figured Zayn wasn't
letting go anytime soon.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this," Zayn whispered into
Niall's ear, causing a shiver to course down his spine.
The darker lad noticed a blush starting to creep up the blond's neck and
smirked as Niall tightened his hug around Zayn. He liked the reaction he got
out of Niall, he liked it a lot.
The two boys stood there in the church in a silent embrace for God knows how
long, enjoying the feel of how each other's body is being pressed tightly onto
the other.
"So.." Zayn started, reluctantly distancing himself from Niall yet still
keeping his arms on the younger boy. "W-Would you be my boyfriend?"
Niall actually thought about it. This wasn't a decision like he made with his
dad about confessions where he just said 'yes' without a second thought. The
boy in front of him seemed sincere enough, that's for sure. Niall reasoned that
there was nothing he could possibly offer the older lad in this relationship,
so that boy wasn't in for a gain. So what gives? Go for it, he told himself.
This was the most social interaction with people his age he's had so far, so
why not? But then there's the question of how they're gonna act at school...
"Zayn, would you hold me like this at school?" Niall asked innocently, his
large blue eyes gazing up to meet Zayn's deep golden orbs.
Now that got Zayn thinking. Was the blond lad worth it? Worth his reputation?
I'll be graduating in a month, Zayn thought, there really isn't much to lose.
But Niall though, what if others pick on him for it? He's still got another
year. By then Zayn would be in studying in college or university, and won't be
able to protect him. We would deal with that when the time comes, Zayn thought.
For now being with Niall is more important.
"I would gladly take your hand at school, and hold you close to me," Zayn
finally said before leaning down to peck his lips on Niall's forehead. "As
cheesy as it sounds I'll do anything for you."
"Like Bruno Mars," Niall concluded.
"Yes, like Bruno Mars," Zayn chuckled. And boy did that gesture send a flurry
of butterflies to Niall's stomach. Wow, Niall thought, I want to hear that
chuckle more.
"Just promise me you'll keep your eyes closed on the first kiss," Niall
whispered.
"I should be the one saying that, love," Zayn said, his eyes instinctively
travelling to Niall's lips. They looked so plump and inviting.
Niall blushed when he noticed Zayn licking his lips while staring at his. And
when Zayn leaned in so that their noses were brushing, Niall closed his eyes.
Zayn's large hands moved from Niall's back to cup Niall's soft cheek when he
leant in to connect their lips. He longed, no craved for this for so long and
now it was finally happening.
More, Niall thought as he nudged his lips into Zayn's, the feeling
indescribable. Zayn seemed to understand what Niall wanted and gently brushed
his tongue against Niall's lips.
Moments later, they found themselves in a tongue war, hands roaming everywhere,
breathing forgotten. They were stuck like this until Niall let out a moan that
went straight to Zayn's groin as Zayn sucked on his tongue. Pulling away,
gasping for air as saliva trailed from their lips, they continued to look at
each other, lost in blue and gold.
"I've wanted to do that for the longest time," Zayn finally broke the silence
as he ran his large hands through Niall's blonde locks.
"I think I like you," Niall whispered, resting his head on Zayn's chest.
"That's good cause I really like you too."
"Your confession was really cute."
"No, you're the cute one."
 
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Okay that sucked. Sorry if you've read this. I'm really bad at this
     and don't even know why I try. Thanks for reading anyway. This is
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