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      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson, Harry_Styles/William_Tomlinson, Niall
      Horan/Zayn_Malik, Cara_Delevingne/Kendall_Jenner
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson, William_Tomlinson, Cara_Delevingne,
      Kendall_Jenner, Niall_Horan, Zayn_Malik, Kylie_Jenner
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      Subdrop, Subspace, Crossdressing_Kink, Harry_in_Panties, Punk_Louis,
      Twincest, Incest, Brothers, sixty_nine, Reverse_Cowgirl, Threesome,
      Fluff, Angst, Polyamory_Negotiations, Relationship_Negotiation, Forced
      Bonding, Anal_Sex, Double_Penetration, Voyeurism, Blow_Jobs, Hand_Jobs,
      Riding, Overstimulation, Orgasm_Denial, Daddy_Kink, Anal_Fingering,
      Deepthroating, Bondage, Blindfolds, Blackmail, Rimming, Buttplugs,
      Vibrator, Bathroom_Sex, Taking_Turns, Aftercare, Pining, Double_sided
      dildo, Facial, Masturbation, Public_Sex, High_School_AU, Frottage,
      Lowercase, Sub_Harry, Dom_Louis, dom_William, powerbottom_william,
      Watersports
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      Published: 2016-09-11 Updated: 2018-01-01 Chapters: 19/? Words: 64649
****** peccadillo sins ******
by cheshirebottom
Summary
     DON'T READ THIS WITH A CLOSE MIND, LABELED AS NSFW. OR BETTER YET,
     JUST DON'T READ THIS AT ALL. I SIMPLY WRITE ABOUT THIS FOR MY OWN
     FLEXIBILITY AS A WRITER AND IS IN NO WAY TOLERATING SUCH ACT IN THE
     REAL WORLD.
     {the youngest and the most innocent one harry tomlinson, one day on
     accident, catches his older twin brothers doing something quite
     sinful as the two sprawl over their king sized mattress, walking in
     on them in their shared bedroom of all places, with the other one
     unbelievably going down on the other-a thing everyone in this
     godforsaken world knows brothers shouldn't do-and thus harry, let's
     just say, used to live a pretty normal and peaceful life until
     then...
     despite he did not commit an actual crime himself, harry gets to have
     a taste of the tomlinson twins' wrath every day of his sophomore life
     beginning on that day. it's become a curse from then on, something
     awful nobody knows how to dispel.}
Notes
     hello! sorry for deleting. i just thought no one likes it haha! bc i
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***** I - the delinquent *****
                              I - the delinquent
he's running. he's running away fast and he's sweating madly. harry passes by
the living room and ignores his mother's call. he jumps in the backseat of his
father's car and urges himself to avoid everything.
he mostly succeeds, but not so much if he looks like he's almost having a heart
attack throughout it.
**
it's the end of his third class for today, and by all means, harry's standing
alone in the middle of the bustling hallway—but of course with mills of
students passing him by to go to their respective destinations—when he bumps
with zayn, one of his best mates.
he looks like a brooding doll or some type of perfect mannequin as usual, but
with a touch of boyish aura in him with his hair in a quiff and his snout
almost growing some very few hints of dark mustache. "hey, harry, taken your
lunch yet?" he asks as an eerie greeting, voice soft and lulling. harry leans
in to give him a one-arm hug on the side.
he mumbles, "nope, haven't."
"well, wanna go then?" zayn blinks in question at him.
"uh," licking his lips, harry looks around him, as if scared someone might jump
him, before he looks back at zayn with a hesitant smile on his face. he nods.
"yeah, sure."
so they go, side by side they walk the hallway, and harry only half-listens to
what zayn is blabbering about next to him—something related to art and
paintings, since the boy is a sucker for those—mostly because he himself is
blanking out.
see...he can't help remove the image he saw earlier this morning, back in the
room of his twin brothers, whatever that was they were doing to...each other.
shit. the image... sweaty back and sinful mouth, flushed throat and bobbing
adam's apple where there's a swallowing movement.
harry hastily shakes his head, blushes beet red when zayn nudges him, saying,
"are you okay, mate? you look absolutely pale. maybe i should treat you to some
bananas, i know that's your favorite and that should bring back the rosy glow
on your cheeks." zayn ends his sentence with an adorable grin.
something harry can't resist, obviously. so he merely nods his head, shrugging
noncommittally. "uhm. o-okay. thanks, zayn."
"hey, don't mention it, bro."
harry nods again, and then they're sitting in the cafeteria with their books
and bags at their feet under the table. harry watches zayn strut toward the
counter to get them something to eat. harry doesn't do the same, not really
that much into eating at the state he's in.
he shouldn't let this get the best of him, although, he figures, so he must
help himself with some food in his stomach at least.
right. right.
**
niall pops up later, bringing that sunny attitude in the room and that beams of
glowing stars at his wake, and harry watches as zayn leans up to kiss the irish
boy halfway, something that harry has to bite back his comment of get a room,
you goofiesfor, because—that would just bring back the memories of his two
brothers earlier.
it...always goes back to that it seems. harry's never had this problem before,
never has to worry about a single thing that concerns his brothers.
it renders him cold, for some reason, and squirmy and it's like he's at the
edge, and... and he doesn't know what to do with himself! doesn't know what to
do after he saw that.
like, what now? does he tell their parents? does he let them take care of it
and separate them from each other from now on, make them sleep in two beds and
not share one?
does he... does he tell his mates about what he saw so perhaps they can tell
him it was nothing and that it was normal for twin brothers to suck each other
off?
because—because what the hell does harry know with twin instincts and all that
crap anyway? he's got no twin sibling himself. so maybe that's just a normal
occurrence at times, seeing as both boys looked quite content and smug and as
if they've been doing that for quite some timethat they just acted all cool and
chill about it afterwards.
and—
oh for god's sake, of course that isn't normal! you see, harry must be the
youngest, always is in any pack he's belonged with, but he's not dumb. he's far
from it. he understandsthings—he knows what's right from wrong, he has straight
a's. and...and what he saw back in both louis and william's room was notnormal
at all. jesus christ.
looking up, harry almost chokes on his salad because there, right at the two
doors of the canteen stand his intimidating siblings, both eyes blue and
shining, hair both a mess of tousled brunette, much like identical in every way
possible. and, god, aren't their shirts and button-ups askew? could it possibly
be because...
harry gulps, visibly, loudly; louis' caught him gazing at them. harry quickly
averts his eyes and just focuses on niall and zayn flirting back and forth in
front of him instead. his heart races ten miles a minute now, shit.
truth be told, harry is blood related to his twin brothers—why he's explaining
himself is because of the fact he's the only one who doesn't look similar to
them. what with while he's got dimples, none of them does. while he's got green
round eyes, the two of them don piercing blues. and while he's got plump lips,
like kylie would always envy about him, louis and william on the other hand
have thin lips.
he wasn't adopted or anything, harry, it's just that... it seems like it. at
times, it feels that way.
given they are the twins in the family, louis and william, and that they are
the only three siblings in that house, them, harry really isn't close with any
of the aforementioned as is. he's like an outcast or something, which he is
okay about, mind, because harry's got friends from school and he's also friends
with kylie and kendall next door, so...
 
  [ he's like an outcast or something, which he is okay about, mind, because
 harry's got friends from school and he's also friends with kylie and kendall
                                next door, so]
it's just...there's really just something to these twins that harry can't quite
place. they're cool, really, like, normal brothers around their parents, always
joking around and goofing, sharing things, like clothes and snacks and shoes,
always laughing at some sort of inside jokes they've made only for themselves,
and will greet harry in such a jolly manner when they all get in one place like
their kitchen or their living room for a movie marathon, but—harry doesn't
know. he doesn't know what he's missed all these years, like. how did louis and
william go from being so brotherly to...to thatall the damn sudden?
harry's just seen william sucking louis' dick in their childhood bedroom this
morning before they all went to the backseat of their father's car to drive
them off to school.not to mention their incessant staring at harry that almost
burned holes in any part of his body during the car ride itself, and the part
where harry's all but lacking of air at the duration of it, as if he's just
walked in on a horrible crime that his twin brothers did and that nowhe's in
for some illegal findings as he is a witness and therefore he can pinpoint the
suspects.
the suspects which are his brothers.
harry sweats just thinking about it. he knows his brothers, they're like wolves
when hunting their prey, harry's seen it, what they did to aiden grimshaw after
their footie practice, those bruises they left the poor boy once they got to
their lockers, and—well, harry never in his life prepared or expected himself
to become the prey someday, for as long as he lives.
could it be plausible for louis and william to punch him for walking in on them
doing unimaginable things to each other? are they mad at him for it? does that
explain just why louis had kept on trying to get his attention during their car
ride to school this morning?
no...way. no... no... harry is doomed. harry is so, so—he shakes his head
profusely, cold blood rushing up to his head.
by some accident, harry's gaze travels back to the entrance of the cafeteria
and—shit. no. harry quickly stands up from his seat, alerting niall and zayn
into stopping with what they're doing just to look at him in utter confusion.
"hey, mate, what's wrong?"
harry ignores that question and just proceeds to push his lunch away.
"where ya goin', haz?" niall asks, once he's reached down for his things. "i
just literally got here, like, ten minutes ago. leaving so soon?"
harry gathers his stuff from beneath the table and climbs over the bench. "i
gotta—go. uhm, something came up. sorry," he rushes to say.
he knows he's panicking, and running away too like he always does whenever he's
frightened of something, because when he looked back at his brothers by the two
doors just now, he caught louis sling an arm around william and made harry see
the way he licked up his own twin's cheek while william smirked at harry in a
rather seductive—or inappropriate way.
whatever that means to them, harry can't have that, he just can't. he needs to
talk it out with them, needs to sort their shit and put the heat and the
tension away from him. he won't be able to handle the wrath of the so-called
tomlintwins, no. harry knows better to mess with these boys. harry knows how
his brothers work like a team to bring someone down.
having reached the hallways by using the other exit of the cafeteria, harry
doesn't waste any more time and with no hesitation stalks toward his locker to
dump all his things in there. he needs to maybe throw up or something, from the
way his head is spinning with so much adrenaline and fright.
those two pairs of blunt blue eyes...
when harry turns around, he decides to go to the boys washroom. the bile is
rising up from his throat.
barging through, what harry sees inside isn't what he particularly wants to be
faced with, at all, but. alas.
there they are.
louis and william, with their strikingly blue eyes and devilish grin plastered
across their fair faces, blinking sweetly back to him. no one else but him.
"hi, haz, our darling youngest baby bro," louis purrs, honey syrupy and
languid. calm. always so calm.
william, meanwhile, clicks his tongue and nods coolly. "looks like we've got
some things to...negotiate about, little brother."
 
***** II - the truce *****
                                II - the truce
he looks at his brothers standing before him, louis all lazy and even yawning
like he might sleep, and william with such stance that screams dominance,
tilting his head from side to side. their usual persona when facing an enemy.
harry is their enemy, then, is that it? but...but he's their youngest brother,
no matter if he's only their half sibling, right? he shouldn't be an enemy...
he shouldn't be looked at this way. like they want to murder him.
he opens his mouth, only to close it. he fish mouths, eyes wide, and that makes
william huff, while louis only looks up the ceiling as if waiting for harry to
gather himself up quick so this can finally be done and over with. just fucking
talk already, harry tomlinson.
finally, harry stammers out, "n-negotiate?" he's out of breath, already feeling
himself blushing madly, fingers cold and shaking. the way louis is suddenly
eying him up and down is just—something else. something the boy has never done
to him all their lives, something so out of this world and something that's
making him want to pee his pants.
the older twin shrugs. "yeah, i mean... after what you saw? me, giving him a
blowjob?" william says casually, like it doesn't just made harry wince, as he
thumbs at louis, who is just standing there with his arms folded against his
chest, licking his lips from time to time only to smirk at harry again.
william is tsk-ing nonchalantly, blinking back at harry without an ounce of
mercy. he's standing just from one foot, the other foot tapping the marble
ground rather impatiently. harry can see him pull at the collar of his button
up shirt, letting air in his chest because apparently it's getting too hot in
here. they're in a washroom with no windows but a single round one at an upper
corner, and that worsens it really.
even harry himself is sweating, but that's mostly because being the center of
the tomlinson twins' scrutiny is just as intense and as scary as it looks, and
harry just—he just wants to go home to their mum and hug her tightly, honestly.
she's his only person to run to whenever louis and william, his half brothers
would do something to him, like make fun of him for example when he tripped on
his own two feet...as simple as that in their past when harry had been a seven
year-old kid during his own birthday and his twin brothers only nine year-olds
but already with demon horns on their heads.

   [as simple as that in their past when harry had been a seven year-old kid
 during his own birthday and his twin brothers only nine year-olds but already
                       with demon horns on their heads]
harry swallows. he swallows hard. they're both mean and do unforgivable things.
"what... what were you even doing? i didn't see that much, i promise, i—," he
cuts himself off when he sees william roll his eyes.
"oh, you know what you saw, harry. you're smart, as if lou and i didn't know
you."
"yeah, baby bro, stop acting dumb, please," louis pipes in.
william scoffs. "you know exactly what that means as well, don't you, hazza?
you saw me sucking our brother's dick."
"and he loved it, right, will?" louis winks cheekily, and william only chuckles
in return, obviously pink at the cheeks. "our little harry here loved it."
harry swallows again. waterworks. they're coming.
and then, he can't help it, he croaks out, "why did you do it, william...? why
did you s-suck his..."
"aww, look at you," william coos almost right away, frowning deeply as his
tough act drops altogether, and in a second louis is in harry's space, wrapping
both arms around him before he can kneel helplessly to the ground.
"baby brother, don't cry. sshh," louis whispers in his hair. shit, why are they
like this to him? why him?
"i'm—i'm not crying," harry insists through his gritted teeth, stubbornly
looking down to avoid any eyes on him. but, he knows he totally is, though, is
the thing, he's crying, and harry hates that he is.
"but you are, haz." louis sighs, wiping the tear stains off his cheeks with the
pads of his thumbs. at the corner of his eye, harry sees william watching them
with quite observant eyes—the way louis is cupping his face and their noses
almost brushing at how near their proximity is.
all the damn sudden, that is.
just then, his attention goes back to louis when he feels warm breath fanning
his chin. "lou...?" harry murmurs, looking up. "what are you..." and the rest
of his words get cut off when louis' slotted their lips together.
quite put-out, harry's so shocked that his eyes almost bulged out of their
sockets, feeling louis' tongue peeking out amidst their pressed wet mouths, and
wanting nothing but to slide in between his closed lips. harry has no control
over himself, has no power to move a fraction, especially when louis' hands
have travelled down to spread his palms over his arse cheeks.
harry gasps, butterflies in his stomach fluttering wildly, and that's how
louis' got to slip his tongue inside his open mouth successfully, hungry and
craving, no care for what harry is feeling whatsoever, no care that they are
brothers and that things like this shouldn't happen between them, ever.
as it is, louis ravishes him, kneads at his arse like his life depends on it,
expert and eager, pushy as he groans himself in exhilaration...and fuck. what
is this?
"so sweet, harry, so fucking sweet..."
holy hell. this can't be happening. this can't be.
just when harry's about to push louis away, another pair of hands go for his
waist from behind and wraps themselves around him, something hard and thick and
twitchingnestling itself in between harry's arse in an instant. unexpectedly,
his eyes roll at the back of his head because of the intense feeling as he
shuts his eyelids down, and then his body and mind let louis snog him
senseless—it's like a mixed of saliva and molding lips against his, since he's
yet to kiss back—and then he suddenly feels william grinding his hard shaft
from behind him, and, oh god.
struggling to get away, harry puts both fist against louis' chest and pushes
the best he can. "what... are... you two... doing," comes his breathless voice,
word by word releasing from his mouth whenever louis stops for air. it still
isn't harry's call. he's too weak, a mere deer cornered by twin unscathed
wolves.
then a moan escapes harry's lips when he feels a hand cupping his own tenting
cock in between his thighs. he doesn't know if it's william or louis, but it's
there—and the hand is warm and eager and... and it's squeezing him.
and—fuck. that's it. that is it. harry once and for all wills himself to push
his two brothers off of him, pry them with force and with his cheeks burning
red; by some miracle they let him win against their strength just once, and
harry all but wants to run, but he know he must face them now, otherwise
they'll just continue this at home.
harry won't let them in his room, that's for sure.
"guys, what is going on?!" he exclaims, voice weak and groggy, his body flushed
from the head to his toes with his curls all disheveled and his lips numbly
swollen from louis' little fangs that kept on nipping at his upper and lower
lips, panting heavily as if he's run a marathon. or much worse, has been
molested by two boys with identical faces and are smelling of... of weed.
they're both high, and harry can see that now—those red misty eyes they are
sporting, the fact that they're finding all of this hilarious and fun and.
and shit, harry can't believe what just happened. louis snoggedhim all proper
like they're a couple, and william had practically tried to get off and spurt
come against his arse. his own brothers.
harry maybe... wants to cry?
"haz," louis makes to touch his hand, but harry flinches away, biting his
bottom lip hard enough to bleed.
"no. stop, just..." harry turns his head to his right, lifting both hand up as
he backs away.
"look, we're deeply sorry." he hears louis murmur sadly, bordering on genuine
and sincere.
harry shakes his head though, snaps his gaze back to them as he glares with all
that's left in him. "sorry?what are you playing at, louis? william, what the
hell was that?"
unperturbed, william only tells him like he just didn't violate harry
completely, "the negotiation, little brother." he adjusts himself, and harry is
sick to his stomach that that renders a slight twitch in his trousers. he has
to bite the inside of his cheek.

[as realization hits him, meanwhile, harry narrows his eyes, feeling tears well
                             up in his eyes again]
as realization hits him, meanwhile, harry narrows his eyes, feeling tears well
up in his eyes again. "negotiation...?" he almost squeaks, sniffing only once.
"yes," louis whispers, coming up to him and once again wiping away the tears
from his cheeks. harry sniffles some more, leaning to the touch of his older
brother the way he's accustomed to, despite—despite this. god... see, louis
must've done what he's done to harry, force-kissed him and bite at his lips
like a thirsty vampire, but he's still his older brother no matter what, and
well, nothing can change that.
william sighs from behind them, and harry watches his blue eyes darken in
seconds flat. "yes, harry. don't think we'll let you go after that. after you
walked in on this morning."
and, this is what harry dreads if he's sorely honest—it's william's dominant
streak and merciless ways of punishing people. what they did to aiden back
then—it wasn't in a sexual manner nor was it anywhere near romantic. they
busted his nose and made him kneel before them just so he could spill his
apologies to them, even if it was william who tackled him during their footie
practice in the first place. louis was on william's side though, he always is.
proper bullies, they are, when they want to be. pretty violent too. harry
mustn't be an exception.
so what then? what will they do to harry? what do they wanthim to do for them?
probably seeing the confused and worried facial expression he is schooling,
louis whispers to his ear, hands gentle against his cold face, "in exchange to
us leaving you alone and not making your life miserable at school, baby bro..."
he trails off, and harry can't breathe quite already just hearing the words
'miserable' and 'life' in one sentence, his heart trapping the air in his
throat.
another tsk from the older twin.
"you will do whatever we want, harry," william finishes for louis.
harry's eyes dart to him, startled, and that just pulls the last string, harry
breaks down in tears. "like—like what?" he manages between hiccups. gosh, he's
wailing.
"like be a good boy for us?" louis says, suggestive and casual, as if harry
isn't hyperventilating in front of him right this instance. he's just being
scarily calm, as always this cruel and weirder younger twin, showing how he's
the calm one between the two of them, whereas william is the naturally born
control freak, that is, always gets what he wants, what he so pleases to be in
the palms of his hands.
harry flicks his gaze back to louis, and momentarily he wonders if there is
someone who will come to his rescue, at least. just... some type of
distraction, perhaps, to have his brothers back up and free him. no one is
coming in to use the washroom, unfortunately.
"what do you mean by that? be a good... good boy for you?" he asks after a
while, wary and trepid, tears tamping down a notch.
william purses his lips, and louis only smiles an inch, eyes dead cold and
empty. unfriendly.
"like let us touch you when no one is looking, little brother."
"whenever we want, wherever it may be."
***** III - the mark *****
                                III - the mark
if it isn't for the tears that are brimming in his eyes, harry would've seen
his brothers better, especially when they are giving him this sort of lookthat
he needs to comprehend to. a sort of look like he's not their youngest sibling,
and therefore they should watch out on him instead of trap him like a caged
animal like this.
harry sniffs. it makes louis' head tilt sideways and william's left eyebrow to
raise, more amused than sympathetic.
"you guys are mental," harry bites out, just as everything that they said has
sunk in to him. they want him to be their sex slave? what twisted tossers!
louis hums, nodding solemnly like he admits it—admits that he's fucking crazy.
"but you love us though, don't you, sweet thing?" he says, and that's... that's
true, isn't it? harry loves them so much that it hurts him how they are doing
this to him. such thing that tops abomination. have they lost their minds?
where's the justice in this?
harry shakes his head, face numbing as he says, careful not to choke through
his tears too much, "true. but—but that doesn't mean i'll break the law for
you, and—"
"and what, hazza?" william cuts in, voice loud and booming, crossing his arms
defiantly against his chest, "be a sinner like us? you already are, though,
sweetie. you are."
louis nods in agreement, false enthusiasm overflowing at the seams. "a sinner,
that is!" he beams, cheeks rosy pink. "a very cute sinner too. you know, i know
that kendall and kylie have massive female boners for you, those lesbians.
quite a shocker, that. i thought they also fuck each other like me and will
here, but then it seems they fancy you."
"our adorable little baby brother, who wouldn't, right?" william laughs,
sarcastic and passive aggressive.
"you're ours, however, understood? you are our belonging. i'll make those girls
pay for their crimes if they ever try to get inside your pants."
"or panties." after that particular word is said, the twins quiet down for a
second as they take the time to look at each other and grin...rather knowingly.
harry doesn't really get their twin bros code or whatever they might call it,
but he doesn't care about that for now. he needs them to freehim.
another seconds have passed and eventually william returns his attention back
to him, clapping his hands authoritatively, and harry's just so done with them.
"so anyway, we'll have some ground rules, little—"
"aren't you listening to what i'm saying, william? i am notgonna be your
puppet! i refuse to! i won't let you guys do this—"
"actually, you are now," butts in louis and then there's a flash of a camera
and a shutter sounding blinding harry momentarily, just as louis' cupped the
back of his head and crashed their lips together, harry's mouth open and louis'
tongue shoved down his throat.
harry blinks back at louis just as the boy backs up and starts tapping on his
iphone. harry's eyes go big, because...
"ha! look at us!" louis beams, showing the captured picture on his phone. he's
taken a picture of them kissing, and harry sees how flushed he looks, how
wreckedhe seems. and actually feels... "aren't we just adorable? we'll make a
perfect power couple, you know? if only we were in a different lifetime,
probably." he smiles big, close-lipped and with crinkles by his eyes. harry can
only stare and blink dazedly.
"so," william starts again, pulling his attention. "what's it gonna be then,
harry? you're gonna be our lovely dolly..."
"...or this will be all over the school and facebook, then mum will ban us all
from everything, ground us forever?" louis chains, still smiling sickly
sweetly. "she'll hate us. she'll disown you."
staring at his brothers with his blood boiling and lips twitching in anger,
harry grits his teeth. he thinks about all the exits he could fit himself into.
there's none. so he seethes, "f-fine..."
"there's a good boy," louis kisses him again, quick to retaliate, always
straight on his mouth in a heartbeat that harry has no time to turn away from
it; harry pushes him off in the end, and louis cups his face harshly as he lets
their noses brush, their gaze locking in a stare-down, says with his voice had
gone an octave lower, persona suddenly all dark and evil, "nah-uh, baby bro.
first rule: no resisting. if we fucking kiss you, you fucking kiss us back. if
we touch you, you fucking enjoy it. and when—"
"—we fuck you, you will moan like you love every second of it," william
finishes with a sly smirk on his lips and venom in his tongue.
silence follows that, and harry's rooted to his spot. william mutely nods to
louis as if to signal to go get harry, and louis smiles like all the pleasure
is his.
another twin brothers code that harry has no clue about.
no matter though, because he's there to watch the code unfold before his eyes;
inch by inch, louis gets up on his space and he's not doing anything about it
this time, a captive of some unofficial rule.
and harry doesn't move, even when louis has held his jaw firmly and tilted his
face to the right, and even then when louis' leaned up to lick a long stripe on
the upper side of his neck with such force and obnoxious eagerness, until the
younger twin latches his shiny wet lips on his sensitive skin there, just to
slowly suck at it, causing harry's breath to hitch, little puffs of broken
gasps leaving his parted lips.
he can feel himself straining in his trousers yet again, some wet spot forming
on the washed denim fabric, and harry just...doesn't know what to do with his
hands. his eyes have gone heavy-lidded, mouth forming a tiny o.
louis' mouth doesn't leave his flesh just yet, still sucking soundly, and in a
minute, he's lapping his tongue against the spot where he's plausibly made a
large bruise, afterwards leaving trails of soft chaste kisses as if to
apologize for suckling so hard.
harry feels the same spot pulse—throb—and he knows... there's a big fat
purplish lovebite there now.
"there," louis chirps softly as he stands back just a breath away from harry,
surveying with his eyes his own creation.
william peers over from behind him, and he looks at the finished mark with a
satisfied glint in his bright blue eyes. "mmhm. that's perfect, lou," he
murmurs, and harry's just in time to witness his own brothers kiss in front of
him once he looks up, with louis' face craned back and william's leaned
forwards.
they smile in triumph against each other's lips right after, and harry really,
really needs to fucking throw up. this is just so fucked up and twisted.
so he does, stumbling toward one of the sinks and gripping the edge of it he
does. louis rubs at his back just as william pulls his curls back for him,
whispering soothing words.

 [harry pushes past them and leaves the washroom, but not after louis' slapped
 his bum and william's laughter can be heard echoing all over the narrow walls
                           of the small dingy area]
harry pushes past them and leaves the washroom, but not after louis' slapped
his bum and william's laughter can be heard echoing all over the narrow walls
of the small dingy area.
**
harry stares at himself in the mirror of his en suite, stares at the bruise
that's made by louis from yesterday, and frowns.
how does he hide this gigantic lovebite? if zayn and niall see this, they'd
definitely ask who the culprit is, they won't stop until harry spills. and
harry has got to lie if that would be the case, something he hates the most.
well, obviously harry can't just go up and tell them it's one of his twin
brothers. they'd go absolute batshit crazy and force harry to tell on them, and
then—and then what? his picture with louis kissing him will be leaked all over
their school? fuck that. harry knows louis, he knows william, they don't give a
shit. they will leak that picture and they won't care if the three of them get
exposed. he's practically a prisoner of his own fears and doubts, his own twin
brothers. shit.
"harry?" oh, for god's sake, speaking of the literal devil.
harry sighs. "yeah?"
"mum said to get you, we're leaving in ten."
"yeah, okay, i'll be down in a minute!"
quickly going towards his drawers as he leaves the en suite, harry looks for
his white jumper that he knows has a turtle neck touch to it, just so he can
hide this massive awful bruise, whatever his brothers had called it that has
something to do with sealing 'the deal'.
harry grumbles just as he finds the jumper, squinting in a grimace at it,
thinking grimly about how hideous it will look once he wears it.
but, he has no choice though, has he? fuck it.
wearing his jeans first, harry follows it up with his foot socks and then his
white converse, finger-combing his curly locks in a whim just a little. and
then, for the finale, the stupid turtle neck jumper.
god, harry can't believe he'll have to wear this one of these days.
just as he's about to wear it, there's someone who's barging in through the
door. harry has no time to look to know who it is, his head halfway the
oversized white thing, but then there are pair of strong arms that are wrapping
themselves around his still bare waist from behind, and then a pair of soft
lips press against his neck. "you're taking too long, little brother. by
chance, is there something you're working on to hide...?" he snickers.
harry stiffens, and he knows that smell—mixture of sweet mint and aftershave.
william. "no—i—i just—"
william laughs, effectively cutting harry's stuttering off. "now, now, harry,
it's okay. you don't have to deny it. i would do the same if i were you."
huffing to himself, harry pulls down the hem of the jumper and finally wears it
over his torso properly, squishing in his head on the too narrow hole. it fits,
and so he fixes the turtle neck part for his neck before he turns around and
faces william from behind him. "why do you guys do it?" harry immediately
shoots, not giving william any warning whatsoever, wearing his best straight
face.
then again if he thought it will floor his brother, harry is...wrong. it only
makes william smile as he answers, "because it's fun, little hazzie. it's
thrilling—like you're in for some rebellious stuff and you just won't let
people know about it." there's a hint of mirth in his voice, and harry can only
swallow.
"oh," he breathes. william smiles again, and then he's reaching up to pry the
fabric off from harry's neck to reveal the bruise there, all purple and dark,
big and a distorted round shape like it's been smudged.
william's blue eyes meet harry's green ones for a second's pause, before
william is leaning down. but then harry's got a follow up question before he'd
let his brother suck a mark for himself. "are you in love with lou?"
there are low, amused chuckles. "don't be daft, harry. i can never be in love
with anyone, not even with myself," he says so surely, and then he's latching
his lips against harry's neck, just a bit lower than where louis has sucked his
skin first, and starts suckling hard, tongue lapping at the same spot
afterwards. it's like a solid five minutes before william is backing up and
letting go of harry's turtle neck, fixing it for him and pulling harry up to
his feet.
harry's but a mere limp doll that lets itself be dragged. he's gone soft and
pliant, the born submissive he is.
they go downstairs in silence and make it out of the house without any of them
speaking. but that is until harry mumbles when william is about to open the car
door for him, "you aren't fooling me, william tomlinson. we're a family of
romantics, us. you don't strike me as someone who doesn't fall in love—that's
just bullshit."
and then harry is climbing up the backseat after that, where louis is waiting
with a happy cheeky grin, opening his arms wide when harry scoots toward him,
and then he's engulfing harry in for a hug as if they didn't just see each
other during breakfast, blatantly sniffing his curly hair just as harry buries
his face at his chest.
"what took you so long, baby bro?" he coos softly to his hair, petting it.
"oh, nothing, loueh," harry says around a sigh, rolling his eyes. "just looked
for this turtle neck at the bottom of my drawers, is all, because some people
are just total animals."
"oh."
"yep."
***** IV - the rules (part uno) *****
                           IV - the rules (part uno)
it's almost past nine in the evening and harry is doing his homework in peace,
when suddenly there's multiple scraping of knuckles sounding at his door.
"knock, knock," louis says, voice raspy and high—the usual.
feeling a little fond, harry smirks as he braves to joke, stopping writing
something to his notebook for a second to respond, "who's there?"
"ha. cheeky," louis says as he and william walk inside his room, giggling. for
a punk boy who's covered with lots of aggressive tattoos, louis sure is the
cheerful type, always beaming and acting spontaneously jolly all the time.
harry is endeared by him, if only he isn't so weird and fucked in the head.
"ha. cheeky, who?" harry quips, at the verge of giggling himself as he looks at
louis in challenge. louis is about to respond, opening his mouth with his eyes
bright and sparkling.
but then william mutters, his voice low with no traces of neither fun nor
joking about, "ha. cheeky, i'll have you wrapped around my finger in no time."
it's sarcastic, unkind and condescending. harry feels chills run up his spine,
but he ignores it.
instead he makes a show of rolling his eyes, albeit his cheeks are hot and his
palms are already starting to sweat, just like that. he knows he's still not
out of their merciless claws (when will he ever be though, seriously?), these
wolves, and therefore joke time isn't an option. not with william anyway, the
more dominant and in control one between the two.
"alright, alright. what do you want?" he feigns bored.
william ignores him entirely, proceeding with, "we've only made one rule,
remember? we're here for the rest."
and, oh.
quickly after that said, and with all the things that are implied to that
connotation, the air surrounding them all the sudden shifts, and moreover,
nothing is light and funny anymore. it's as if the mood has gone from light to
dark in a heartbeat, and harry merely licks his lips nervously as he faces his
brothers, turning on his seat—he blinks at them.
right now, louis is indian sitting over his bed with that soft smile on his
flushed face, and william is still standing idly by the door, holding it just a
crack open. from the hallway, harry can hear their mother saying her goodbye,
since she works during the night, and their father hasn't come home yet,
probably out with some colleagues. it's just them now for the meantime.
"bye, mum! bring home some chinese for breakfast tomorrow please!" william
calls for her, and she answers with a promise that she shall. he moves after a
beat once their mother has driven away and out of their garage, and then he
steps away the entryway, so he can close the door behind him, the sound of him
locking it ringing through harry's ears making his heart skip a beat.
"come here, haz," louis says—once his attention has drifted someplace else,
suddenly cowering like a scared cat—motioning for him to sit on the bed,
grinning kindly as he pats the space next to him. absently, harry notes he and
william are wearing identical shirts and pajamas, as well as beanies atop their
heads, and harry couldn't get more freaked out that with such friendly physical
appearances they have, it contradicts entirely about how they are dark and
vicious on the inside.
harry complies after a few moments, and then he's leaving a bookmark on the
textbook he was reading for biology class, and is standing up from his chair to
pad toward his bed. louis reaches out with grabby hands as he is just halfway,
and manages to snatch his own; he pulls harry to the bed and flops him down on
it, louis getting on top of his body in an instant and straddling his hips,
hands locked on his dainty wrists pinning him down.
harry releases a soft squeal as he squirms a little, heartbeat racing fast and
his face turning pale. louis grins down at him, "fuck. you're so responsive,
baby hazza."
"isn't he?" william from somewhere behind them says between chuckles, "we're so
damn lucky."
harry stares up at louis, whose face is just an inch away from his. "hey. e-
enough with the jokes, lou... just... just..."
"just what, love?" louis coos.
harry bites his lip. "just..."
williams sighs, always the impatient one. "just tell him the rules so they can
be applied and followed immediately, is what he's trying to say."
"oh...? well, then. second rule would be: keeping it down—your words to
yourself."
"what's that supposed to mean—"
"when we do this," louis starts, cutting him off. he eyes harry from the
trapped hands over his head and then down to his chest, before continuing to
say, "you are not allowed to make too much noise, baby bro, otherwise other
people might hear and find out. me and william, we love being sneaky, you know?
thing is, we might fuck you in a public place where anyone can walk in on us
any time, so you should perhaps...practice being quiet."
"yeah," william chimes, "especially while being double penetrated."
"double...double what?" harry whispers, feeling louis' bulging semi brushing
against his groin; he keeps his moaning at bay though, doesn't want to trigger
them into tearing his clothes off him and touching him inappropriately. they
really are like predators, see, just waiting to pounce on their prey if said
prey ever let their guards down.
william clicks his tongue. "double penetration, little hazzie," he exhales
tiredly, like harry was supposed to know already—like is it really that deep?
he shakes his head at harry and all harry's left to do is bite at the inside of
his cheek. "since there is the two of us, there will be some instances for
double penetration, haz. we might just fuck you at the same time; it's a simple
question of why the hell not?"
and, sorry but, what the heck?"w-what? is that even—is that even possible?" he
squeaks out, weakly and small, eyebrows knotting in shocked indignation.
harry's heart is stuck on his mouth, and his dick is positively hardening in
between his thighs now, the slit of it leaking quite already. it's just too
fucked up and maddeningthat harry is strangely getting aroused by this—his own
two brothers, blood related to him, that he finds rather attractive and
appealing for some fucking twisted reason, despite they're offering to wreck
his arse with two dicks laced with girth fitting themselves in his single hole.
that's just—that's fucking mental.
"it is actually. it's quite possible. do you want demonstration?" william asks,
dark eyes intense on him and tongue darting out to run across his own lips,
making them shiny and wet. a shade of deep magenta. harry twitches again in his
pajamas, and there's nothing left to do now with his hands but to make them
travel down his stomach, reach in between his thighs and cup himself.
his eyes flutter shut just as his hand makes a contact with his clothed dick,
and louis responds by laughing lowly at that, still hovering on top of him, the
lad grinding just to spite. harry opens his eyes, and he knows he's heavy-
lidded, eyes dilated.
louis and william stare at him like he's a fucking deer that they would want to
feast on tonight, and harry all but opens his mouth to reply to william from
what he's just concluded, when—
—when louis surges down and captures his lips into a hot and searing, bruising
kiss. harry instantly moans through it as he arches his back, couldn't help
himself, and that must've only encouraged louis more because then his hands are
going down to bracket his hips, keep him steady and in place.
later on harry feels the bed dip with another weight leaning against it, and he
knows that's william getting on it as well to...probably join them.
and he's right, of course he is right on that front, because then william is
prying louis off of him, so he can surge down himself and snog harry senseless
all the same.
harry's dick starts to leak from this point on, and when william shoves his
tongue down his throat, that's when he suddenly feels fingers hooking at the
waistband of his pajamas, and then the cool air hitting his thighs as result,
as soon as they are out of plain sight because louis has undressed him out of
his bottoms.
"wait a minute—," he breathes out when william's detached their lips with a
breathy exhale.
william furrows his brows. "what is it? first rule, haz. no resisting."
harry shakes his head. "no, no, it's not—it's not that. i just—i thought you
guys went here because of the other rules. we're not having sex now, are we?"
hearing him say that, william above him suddenly looks quite thoughtful,
humming to himself as he thinks about it, because perhaps harry's got a
point—but louis who is kneeling in between his spread out legs isn't even
looking half-deterred though, as he is already mouthing on harry's cock through
his briefs, which of course elicits a shuddery mewl from harry from both
beneath their towering bodies.
there's silence, for just a blink, until louis breaks it. "we're not gonna have
sex tonight, no. but maybe we can take turns of sucking you off..."
"hmm, yeah... yeah, you're right, lou. just to—maybe give you a taste of what
it is going to be now with us, starting tonight."
"mhmm..."
and harry has no say on the matter anymore (when will he ever have? that's the
real question, innit), keeping the second rule to mind: shut his mouth when his
brothers are doing stuff to him.
lying his head back down and completely submitting himself to louis and
william, harry tries to focus on other things instead, like his exam for
tomorrow (shit), all but wanting for this night to just...end.
truth be told, harry is a virgin—no one has shoved a cock in his arse yet, or
like, his cock being in someone's arse or vagina or whatever, not even inside
someone's mouth, but. but harry's seen it, like—everything. he watches porn
sometimes, when his pre-pubescent hormones type of arousal is becoming too much
to handle, and then he'll jerk himself off, so he knows how these things go,
really.
it's just that...he doesn't actually know how it will feel like having
aforementioned sex activities done to him. so when louis' pulled down his
briefs to let his cock breathe and spring up, hitting his abdomen in the
process at how thick and hard he's become, and when louis' finally wrapped his
little dainty fingers around his length, harry all but parts his lips open as
he releases a strangled squeak, for how different that first contact has made
him feel. his thighs almost gave out, and were at the verge of squishing louis
from between him from how...sensational he felt. it's just—unexplainable.
surreal.
harry never would have thought that having someone else touch him like this,
instead of him masturbating on his own, will feel this... this good, this
phenomenal. harry is... he shouldn't be getting excited, because for fuck's
sake these are his half brothers, but. shit. he might just get used to this.
obsessed with this.
which is just wrong and abominable, isn't it? such sinful taboo.
harry closes his eyes once he feels wet and soft tongue touching and kitten-
licking at the head of his cock, louis' hand still holding his length upright,
pumping on it just once, twice, before he's swallowing him whole down in one
go, tongue lapping at the base, swirling against it with force and heat and
urgency. harry shudders through it, legs twitching and back arching a little,
and—and so this is how it is... this, he realizes, is how it feels like being
the receiving end of someone who's sucking you off.
harry has no words for it. he can't explain it, can't—
then there's another pair of hands that are lifting up the hem of his shirt,
startling harry into daring to open his eyes, only to catch william leaning
down with his mouth open, tongue already peeking out. harry's breath hitches
when william starts to suck at his right nipple, fingers fiddling with the
other one, his tongue flicking hungrily at it, swirling in wanton, before he's
diving to the other one and nipping at it like this is going to be the last.
harry's mind whirls at once after that, feeling two arousing sensations
simultaneously, hearing slurping sounds made by louis, and flicks of tongues
both coming from in between his thighs and over his chest, his dick and his
perking nipples pulsing responsively to hot mouths, making him all the more
sensitive in every part of his body the longer his older brothers wet his most
private parts.
just then, "you're doing so brilliantly, tiny hazza," william says after a
while, peering up to him over the bunched shirt at his chest. "you're keeping
quiet and not resisting at all. such a good little obedient angel, aren't you,
doll?"
instinctually, harry blushes at the thrown compliment for some reason, given
with the way he can't control his emotions all because while he heard that,
louis at the same time is making some choking sounds from down his waistline,
whereas he can still feel the younger twin sucking him off so good and wet and
earnestly.
there are obscene skin to skin slapping noises that goes with that, friction
from his foreskin and louis' flicks of his wrist that's still pumping his dick,
and then the occasional popping sound that he makes whenever he pulls off. it's
so mind blowing that harry can't help but release another string of helpless
moans.
but then harry stares up at william once he recovers a tad, unblinking and
blunt, and he deadpans in spite of himself, "what do you—ah—want me to say? t-
thank you?"
the older twin grins wickedly, and then he tsks. "got one smart mouth there,
harry. watch out, yeah?" william leans down and bites at his bottom lip, quite
harshly, making him wince at the pain that's only made him even harder than he
already is—harry deems he may be have some type of keen for pleasurable pain.
he doesn't know exactly, but it must be the 'pain kink' that kendall once told
him about, when she admitted she's got it herself when her girlfriend, cara,
tried to spank her for being 'bad' and she positively preened.
but, anyway...
william lets go of his lip, and then he whispers in addition to what he's
saying, "talk back and you'll have your arse in great danger. although...what
can i say, you're a tomlinson. possessing a smart mouth runs in the family."
harry licks the lip where william bit him, then he snarls, "then shut up and
stop taunting me so much as if i'm not a tomlinson."
"but i want you as our tamed kitten by the time we're done with you, little haz
bro, so no—no can do. but wait, are you getting taunted then?" william
enquires, cocking an eyebrow in curiosity.
harry swallows, looks up at the ceiling and anywhere but at william's twinkling
own. "yeah..." he admits, and his voice is a lot breathless than before, a
higher one, because then he's spurting come all over louis' startled face in
between his thighs. harry didn't see that one coming. no pun intended.
"god, harry, 'could've used some kind of a warning!" louis laughs, delighted,
sitting up and wiping his cheeks off harry's sticky white semen that's
scattered all over him. harry couldn't blush harder and hotter at the mess he's
made—all those slimy come he's shot across his brother's face. there's some
along his throat and some on his beanie, even some white spots on his shirt.
william laughs. "uh-oh. you've just been cumshot," he states it rather
teasingly using some announcer's voice, something that louis has apparently
found so amusing that he laughs harder, throwing his head alongside it.
harry can't help curve in on himself to appear smaller than he already is,
still naked at the bum and his cock squished between his thighs and stomach,
something he doesn't care about much for now, since he just wants to hug his
knees.
he feels louis scooting away after some time, while william is kneeling toward
him and forcibly spreading out his thighs, taking his limp dick in his hand and
leaning down, licking him up clean with just his tongue, before pulling up his
briefs and pajamas for him, tucking him back in.
harry drops his head back against the mattress and heaves out a sigh of
disdain. he's just had his first ever blow job. who would've thought he'll get
it from one of his twin brothers?
***** V - the rules (part dos) *****
                           V - the rules (part dos)
william adjusts the beanie on his head as he fixes harry a serious look.
they're back at it. "so, the third rule would be keeping everything a secret,
harry. that's the most strict. if you tell the others, we'd have to beat them
up for them to keep quiet too."
huh.
"that's... that's way too mean, don't you think?" nervous and feeling a little
bit cold, harry lets his gaze flick up to louis, who raises both his hands up
as if to say it's not his idea at all.
"hey now, i'm only player two, babe. don't look at me," he says, rather
offhandedly.
"right." harry sighs.
william doesn't break his stare. "mean, rude, cruel, whatever you may call it.
rules are rules, haz—we just want to get our point across, yeah? you break
them, something breaks in a literal sense, that's it."
"fine. any more rules?" he snaps, glaring. he can't believe they're threatening
to break some bones if harry ever tells. do they have no trust on him? fuck
this.
william hums under his breath. "yes, in fact, there is more. if we make you
wear something we want to see on you, you wear them without protests."
harry's head tilts in interest. "huh. like what?"
beside william, louis goes oh, oh, me! me!as he waves his hand in excitement.
then he bounds up. "panties!" comes his loud cheer, clapping his hands happily,
suddenly bouncing up and down at the foot of the bed. harry blinks back at
william at this, and then up to the grinning louis, mind blanking at the
imagery of himself ever wearing those...soft, lacy thingies.
he blushes deeply as he mumbles, "seriously..."
william nods sagely, "yep, seriously. we will also plug you from time to time,
so—"
"plug me?" harry splutters, eyes going wide, "hold it. w-what the heck is
that?"
"uh, duh, harry," louis says as he rolls his eyes, albeit playfully, "it's
called buttplug, honey. it's like we'll come inside you and then we'll push a
buttplug in your arse so you can hold up our come inside you for as long as we
want."
wait, what?"that's... that's a thing that people do?" harry squawks, already a
human tomato.
louis shrugs, scratching idly at his forearm that's littered with tattoos.
"well, yeah. and there's a lot more, actually, i'd say you do your research."
he winks, and harry gulps just as he feels himself blush some more.
"anyway, another rule," william says, lazy and tired.
"yay, more rules!"
william releases chuckles at louis' weird enthusiasm, before he gazes back at
harry again. "you can't say no to absolutely anythingsexual related we will
tell or ask you to do, you hear? whether it'd be us doing it to you, or you
doing it to us, vise versa. there's just no room for hesitation or second
thoughts, little brother, otherwise you'll get spanked as punishment. saying no
to me is one of my biggest pet peeves, just so you know."
actually, harry does know... but he doesn't say that, instead he keeps quiet.
when the moment passes and harry doesn't say anything to them, william raises
an eyebrow and looks at him rather pointedly. "you understand?"
harry almost gasps, jumping at the roughness of william's drawl. "i—y-yes."
"good."
at the looks of it, that's the end of the line for the rules, so harry
stretches over the bed to pop his joints, already wanting to relax and maybe
sleep the night off.
but when harry thought it's over from there though, he's totally, unbelievably
wrong—it renders him a lot shocked when william suddenly pins him down the bed
again in one solid movement, and orders louis to hold his head for him.
louis, the ever so peter pan-like louis, complies happily and is even bounding
to get to where they are, "gotcha!" he chirps, surging down and pressing a
tender kiss on harry's forehead before holding his head steadily just like what
william has told, and then william himself is releasing his cock from his
pajamas and pumping at it slowly, to which louis wolf-whistles for and for
harry to swallow the lump that's built in his throat.
"wasn't fair that only lou had the chance to give you head for tonight, was
it?" william murmurs, gaze darker and lustful as he stares down at harry,
coming closer while he strokes languidly on his dick.
before harry can even process what is happening, william's cock is suddenly a
breath away from his face, slapping the hardness and the girth of it across
harry's pink cheek, and willing him to open his mouth for the entirety of it.
louis on top of him bites at his lip, harry can see him as he lets his gaze
dart up straight to the ceiling, butterflies fluttering wildly at the pit of
his stomach. "face-fucking," he hears louis muse softly.
and that's—well, that's when it all dawns in on harry, really.
it all just happened in a blur. william fucks his throat while louis holds his
head down, and harry's hands are left to clutch at the sheets of his bed,
trying not to cry or gag or much worse, to choke.
louis and william let him go after william has shot his load down his throat,
with louis commanding him politely, ironically so, to swallow everything down.
harry does, without protests nor complaints he does, and that's how they leave
him alone in bed with his cock throbbing mad in his pajamas once again,
twitching for the sly smirks his brothers are directing to him.
they're halfway out the door when william stops and says over his shoulder,
making louis stop on his tracks as well. "oh, one more thing."
"another rule?" louis says in awe.
william shakes his head, smirking. "i was going to say... leave the knock knock
jokes to louis, yeah, hazzie? 's more annoying than endearing anyway."
brows furrowing as harry tries to comprehend what william meant by that,
harry's attention goes to louis quickly when the boy looks instantly utterly
offended on behalf of him.
"what?oh come on, william, we both know you love harry's knock knock jokes more
than you love those stupid tarot cards collection of yours!" he exclaims in
indignation, cheeks beet red while he rants.
"lou—"
"harry's knock knock jokes are like, somewhat dorky that they're so fucking
cute! you spout some bullshit, william!"
"louis—"
louis raises a hand. "no, seriously, that's so mean of you, i would dieto hear
more of little hazzie's joke, i—"
"oh, would you relax, lou, i was kidding, hey. i love harry's silly knock knock
jokes. fuck's sake." william sighs in exasperation. louis' just insufferable
and everyone in this household knows it.
louis puts a hand on his heart as he exhales shakily. "oh, phew. i thought so.
i was about to tackle you."
william eyes louis, considering. "yeah, yeah, i can see that. you're too in
love with our baby brother."
there's a blush creeping on his cheeks in a second, and even down to his
throat, harry sees. "err, you've gotta learn how to shut your mouth, will."
william only laughs in response to that, and then they are leaving harry's room
with harry wrecked and still hard lying pliant on his bed, but spared of broken
limbs and sore arse, at the least.
he sighs in disbelief.
***** VI - the car ride home *****
Chapter Notes
     again, not really fond of proofreading, so if there are mistakes
     throughout this chapter, then that means im only human haha peace
                            VI - the car ride home
harry's sat in his seat inside the classroom and he all but tries to focus with
the exam, holding a pen in one hand, the test paper pinned down by his other
one, but.
but alas, the images of him and his brothers just keep on coming into his mind
like rattling bullets, squeezing through his brain and niggling at his
senses—such a dangerous, dangerous territory.
he shakes his head, forces himself to get his head on the questionnaires before
him and.
and well, thankfully he succeeds. it's a miracle that he passes the exam.
**
the bell rings later and it's the last class for today, english. harry gathers
his notebooks and textbooks, shoves them in his rucksack and gets up from his
chair.
he sees niall from the hallway with zayn and they greet him, waving
enthusiastically. niall, specifically.
honestly, harry's glad that the bruises are healing fast from his neck, because
he just knows his friends too well; they will start suspecting if he wears yet
another turtleneck at school, like today, because that's just not his thing.
see, harry is more white tee and blue jeans at the premises, headscarves in his
hair at times, or headbands to push back his curls to keep them from blocking
his eyes, but not turtlenecks. it's just odd. and ridiculous. his twin brothers
make him seem ridiculous.
"oi, harreh! class finished, eh?"
"hey, nialler, yeah. actually just got out five minutes ago."
"cool! wanna go to the pitch? kinda need some friendly help with my maths and
history." he smiles sheepishly, grinning and flashing those marble-like teeth,
braces decorating them; then zayn next to him only shoves his hands in the
pockets of his dark washed ripped jeans, smiling coyly at him.
harry shrugs like it's no big deal, which, yeah, it really isn't to him.
"alrighty then."
so, they get to the bleachers then, sit there all the three of them, and start
copying each other's assignments—they're in sophomore, them. freshly young and
fifteen, only that zayn is sixteen, one year ahead of them if just by months on
age.

 [niall met harry through zayn, since they've been friends since freshmen, and
 niall had been that one boy who managed to steal zayn's little fragile heart,
 one that had been frozen trapped in his ribcage, not planning on falling for
                              someone until n...]
niall met harry through zayn, since they've been friends since freshmen, and
niall had been that one boy who managed to steal zayn's little fragile heart,
one that had been frozen trapped in his ribcage, not planning on falling for
someone until niall horan, that cute white boy from section c.
it's actually quite cute, the lot of them, because they're the polar opposites
of each other, considering niall loves to eat and watches reality tv shows too
much, wearing snapbacks and white tank tops to partner with his board shorts, a
proper white boy, while zayn doesn't even watch the telly and would always
whine about how that would just destroy your brain cells, and smokes too much
that sometimes he doesn't eat, caused by the nicotine he'd consumed mostly.
but there are times he's just willing to munch on something though, like nuts
or fudge bars, and harry's got a good guess it's all niall's doings and natural
contagiousness in him.

[but there are times he's just willing to munch on something though, like nuts
or fudge bars, and harry's got a good guess it's all niall's doings and natural
                            contagiousness in him]
they're light and dark, day and night—niall being the light, zayn the dark, and
then harry...he is the dim who third-wheeled all the time, all because he loves
them to pieces, and thus he could not resist.
he can never say no to their invitation of lunches or quality bonding time,
despite he knows it will only be filled of their cheesy romantic affection
toward each other, as well as the occasional kisses and more of those public
display of affection they do for the life of them. harry would just sigh in
fondness each time, and agree to the universe that they are painstakingly made
for each other. right lovebirds saps they are. sigh.
in the middle of their trading of assignments, suddenly there are two tall
shadows who are towering over them, height pretty much identical, and harry
only swallows subtly, because he knows those familiar shapes of bodies, really,
even without looking up, especially those vans and adidas that are presented to
them, bunch of brands only louis and william would wear like a mantra.
his alpha twin brothers. dang it. how did they even find him? could it really
be possible for some people to be creepy and twisted and be professional
stalkers all at the same time?
"hi!" it's louis who beams, because who else? looking up, harry can only see
the part where william is looking bored to his mind, seemingly not in the mood
and just thinking about wanting to go home and perhaps sprawl over their sofa
to watch some footie match like a couch potato. and then maybe it's louis who
dragged him here to pester harry and be the right creeps they are. ugh.
harry refrains from releasing a huge sigh of disbelief. "uhm. hey," he drawls
out instead.
right beside him, niall greets back, only he's much, much less cheerful,
probably of reasons, "oh, hello...?"
looking at his friends right now, harry can only imagine what they're thinking
in their curious minds in this instance. he knows just what those quizzical,
confused looks that they wear with their faces mean, because whoa, right? the
tomlinson twins are suddenly approaching harryin the school grounds, and even
by the bleachers where harry, zayn and niall usually go for after hours
catching up regarding school activities, when they really gave fuck-all about
harry from before.
they are seniors, is because, and therefore they've got friends of their own,
who are much, much older (but not wiser, no) and 'more interesting' than harry
and his friends, who are younger and thus getting stereotyped to do less epic
stuff like study all the time and just, like, hang back without the thought of
ever getting high. maybe.
harry might roll his eyes, but honestly, william won't approve of that, so he
just waits then for either of them to say anything to him, something. at long
last, william does, and he ignores zayn and niall completely like they're ever
there sat beside harry, "err... wanna tag along with us, haz? to go home, i
mean. louis wants you to. i'm driving."
and, oh. is that really all? a car ride home? he wonders.
"oh. well. sure...uhm."
truthfully, harry can feel his blood draining from his face quite already
despite the twins aren't even doing anything remotely suspicious...or, well,
except for the fact that they're wearing these familiar looks of wantfrom
across their faces—especially louis. and then of course, that controlling
streak of aura that's already flashing across william's glistening blue eyes as
he eyes harry the longer they stay here.
however.
without further ado, louis helps harry up to his feet while william gathers his
stuff for him, not even caring if he's doing it carelessly, just shoving
harry's textbook in his bag like it didn't cost a thing.
zayn and niall blink back to the whole commotion at that, unable to speak and
stop whatever is happening—that harry is a hundred percent sure they think is
normal and not at all suspicious, mind. because these are harry's older half
brothers, aren't they? and they are meant to be brotherly towards one another,
so a ride home should be nothing. just some siblings doing their youngest
sibling a favor.
right. if that.
harry's still not feeling good about this.
what are they planning to do now, really?
harry can only hope it's not something so cruel.
**
once they get to the car outside, william still carrying his things for him and
louis hooking arms with him as they walk, the lad greeting some other senior
students on their way there and being his usual jolly self, harry from where
they are can already see how something has definitely changed about the car.
narrowing his gaze at it, he notes that from having clear windows,
suddenly...it's all tinted black. the car itself black, with black tinted
windows, and—what is going on? what are they trying to do to him now? he knows
they're up to something.
louis opens the door to the backseat for him.
"uh, guys...? what happened to mum's car?" he asks, quite breathless as louis
guides his head lower to climb inside the backseat. harry sees his stuff being
thrown at the front by william.

      ["nothing just, dropped by the motor shop to give it some makeover]
"nothing just, dropped by the motor shop to give it some makeover. love it,
baby bro?" louis winks, cheekily grinning that cheeky grin he naturally flashes
people; to appear charming, to appear nice and friendly and silly.
well, harry is less than thrilled however, and he gulps instead of be charmed.
"did she... did she ask you to do this?"
"no," louis and william both answer, and then william continues for them, "it
was my idea. louis and i have got some...business agendas we'd like to try on
you."
instantly, his cheeks color deeply. "m-me? and what would that be?" he asks,
flustered at best, almost whispering horridly, sat alone in the backseat now
with louis taking shotgun and william sitting behind the wheel.
william hums. "just...stuff."
"stuff you'd never thought will be done to you, probably," louis says, all
casual and even.
"or perhaps if you ever get yourself a boyfriend in the future, they'd do it to
you too," adds william with a shrug.
louis rolls his eyes. "oh, hush it. he'll always have us."
right at this point, his twin brothers have begun being their nosy selves
again, like always when they're interacting, talking about harry as if he's not
in the same area as them. harry pipes in, ears tingling at the mere idea of
ever having a boyfriend. "what...? i—i don't even know if i'm—if i'm gay," he
splutters out, cheeks blooming blots of pink.
the younger twin whips his head around to look at him in puzzlement. "oh?" he
muses.
and then the older twin mumbles, nonchalant yet thoughtful. always the
thoughtful one at times that's peculiarly necessary. "well, you'll know in
time, i guess. do you fancy anyone at the moment?" at his quizzing, harry
doesn't miss he part where he shifts his gaze to direct it at louis on the
passenger seat. but harry brushes it off—his brother can't be having some
feelings for him, it's not just possible. all they seek is sex from him, right?
anyway, harry thinks about what to say. does he fancy anyone at the moment? no.
he doesn't, really. so he says in his slow drawl, "no... not that i know of."
louis is quick to respond to him, smiling at his hands, "then good. because we
don't want you to anyway. not now, at least, we're only getting started."
harry quiets down after awhile, hands on his lap, and william starts the car,
driving them away and out of the school's parking lot.

  [just as they reach the first toll gate, meanwhile, louis begins to rummage
   through the glove compartment, and retrieves a pierce the veil album from
                                    inside]
just as they reach the first toll gate, meanwhile, louis begins to rummage
through the glove compartment, and retrieves a pierce the veil album from
inside. he snatches the cd from the paper cover, and then inserts it on the
rom, starting to play something so loud and with lots and lots of growling and
screaming.
do you know i count your heartbeats before you sleep (you sleep)? i bite my
fingernails to bone (to bone), and then i crawl back under the stairwell to a
place i call my home
instinctively, harry slightly winces at the intangible lyrics, and he has no
time to process what's happening any longer, once louis has shouted over the
blaring music, saying something along the lines of, "move, i'm sitting next to
you," to him, and then climbing at the backseat with no grace in his limbs,
slapping harry's thigh lightly for him to scoot away so he can fit himself
enough.
as usual, harry's a scrambling little child who quickly complies, mouth hanging
open as he watches louis' every movement, heartbeats racing quickly, especially
when william is gazing at them from the rear view mirror creating no sound from
time to time, almost bordering on obsessively, as if he's waiting for
somethingto happen before his unsuspecting eyes.
i really hope you enjoy the show, because for me, it's just a bad day. you need
people like me to feel
and then, until it happens. louis wiggles his eyebrows at him at first, teasing
and suggestive more than anything, motioning with his hands for him to take off
his shirt, to which harry has no other options for but to obey and not break
one single rule they have made for him.
maybe we're just having too much fun, maybe you can't handle yourself, staring
at me with your lips and tongue
he pulls his top off over his head, neglecting the rushing feeling of being
exposed all the damn sudden, and louis snatches that shirt from him in a hasty
retaliation, throwing it on the passenger seat and then getting something from
his gym bag at the foot of their seats, and—wait, hold on a minute. they
brought a frigging pillow with them? what the... a pillow for whatexactly?
you'll never know, i don't know where i'm going to sleep tonight
going back to his kneeling position, louis ignores the occasional bumps of the
car as he hands the pillow over to harry, something that harry takes warily.
"what's this for?" he asks loudly through the growling and the screeching of
the punk band that's playing in the background, side-eying even william from
the front of the vehicle.
looking back to the younger twin, louis tells him to turn around and lie on his
front with the pillow to support his weight. harry blinks at him, stunned and
completely dumbfounded, because what...in the world is he trying to make harry
do, seriously?
if he's trying to fuck harry in this car, during this bumpy car ride thanks to
william's awful skills at driving at a minimum pace, always in a hurry, always
so grumpy and aggressive, then it just won't work, honestly. it's just idiotic
and far fetched, and—
"harry. the fucking rules. you're not allowed to say no, remember?" william
suddenly snaps from the driver seat when he saw, conceivably, that harry was
being hesitant. harry bites at his lip, looking back at louis with a shying
gaze, sweats gathering at his forehead despite he's topless and the car isn't
warm at all. the airconditioner is working just fine, their dad at least made
sure of that.
she said, "hotels are cheap, and there's one down the street." but, don't you
threaten me with a good time, murder the moment, my god, i'm the serpent; i'm
sorry, i can't see that you truly love me
just then, quick as ever with his movements, louis crawls toward him, and then
in a heartbeat his feet are being pulled free as louis takes his shoes off but
leaving his socks on, then louis also unbuttons his jeans next, zipping open
his fly and—and then he peers up through his thick delicate eyelashes framing
his dancing bright blue eyes, smirking at harry while the loud, punk music
serves as their background noise, louis' lower lip decorated with a lip
piercing now than when it didn't yesterday.
and holy shit, harry doesn't know if he should be attracted to him or not.
they're half related, aren't they? but somehow... somehow his stomach is
getting filled with obnoxious exploding fireworks just with louis handing him
all these scrutinizing attention on a silver platter—and his cheeks are burning
hot just by being stared at like this. it's just... he finds louis so hot.
finds louis andwilliam so hot, and handsome, and intimidating, and—fuck, he's
so fucked.
when louis surges forward to capture his lips, earnest and furious for it,
harry all but makes a grabby hands at louis' neck, so, so willing to taste
those thin lips again, and wraps them around his smaller frame, stopping at his
back and gripping at his punk band shirt.
william from the driver seat laughs, shouts triumphantly through the heavy
sounds of metal and bass drums, "yes, harry! that's more fucking like it!" and
that kind of makes harry's heart lodge in his throat, because god—his older
brothers are yet again feasting on his youth, on his innocence and are taking
advantage of his lack of experience when it comes to sex.
then again, harry doesn't stop making out with louis anyway, doesn't falter
even as william is headbanging to the music while watching them from the rear
view mirror from time to time, looking so smug and lustful (proud) and high
with watching harry getting sexual with his twin brother. willingly so.
harry whimpers, for the life of him he whimpers, and he kneels to get on louis'
lap, tilting his head sideways to slot their lips to perfection, feeling the
cool metallic lip piercing of the younger twin pressing firmly against his own
lips as their tongues slide against each other, their snogging quite eager and
hardcore and just—more hardcore than the punk music that is still making the
car buzz as well as their heaving chests.
"fucking sweet mouth, haz. you're so..." and it ends with a groan.
after a while, after a few more of louis fucking his mouth with his expert
sharp tongue, eventually they break away and louis is all up in his space,
breathing down his skin, and is kissing him on his jaw and then nipping down to
his neck and collarbones, until he's lying harry down on the pillow behind him,
working on pulling his pants down completely.
and fuck—fuck. is harry really going to lose his virginity here? in the
backseat of their mum's car? jesus fucking christ, what a fucking tragedy,
that. what's even worse it's with one of his half brothers and while the other
eldest brother is even watchingwith a sly smirk on his bad, bad mouth.
although... he guesses he really doesn't have a choice, doesn't have the
manpower nor willpower to push his brother off him (partly because he's
enjoying it himself, as much as he is aware of those freaking rules they've set
on a stone for him, that if he dared break, will cost him a literal something
good as broken.) (harry can't really let that happen, sorry, but).
besides, can he jump off a moving car just to save his virginty for whoever
this faceless person he'll be someday marrying when he grows up? uhm. no. not
really. so when louis has fully removed his jeans for him and has chucked it
somewhere in the backseat floor, harry just lets himself be manhandled
completely, lying limp and unmoving, just looking down in between his thighs
where louis is mouthing on his cock. his already leaking precum cock, mind.
harry swallows his saliva at the mouthwatering look on louis' face, eyes
fluttering shut at the intimate moment, cheeks hollowing the more he nibbles on
harry's clothed dick with those sinful pink lips, creating a wet spot just
right there on his black briefs. harry can't help release throaty moans after
throaty moans, hands clenching and unclenching helplessly at whatever leather
seat he manages to reach with his unsettling hands.
he breathes out, "lou..." and it came off lustful sounding, as though he's
begging... and, maybe he is, he doesn't know, hasn't a freaking clue. all he
knows is he's so fucking horny that his libido might just implode.
thankfully, william seems to notice his dilemma. so he admonishes over the
stupid screamo song, "oi, louis! don't make our baby beg now, just fucking eat
him out, for goodness sake! we're almost home! we've no time for teasing!"
and—oh. hold it right there, satan.
"whoa, e-eat my what now?" harry hisses nervously, pushing himself up leaning
with his elbows to shoot william a questioning look, puzzling at whatever must
be the meaning of that.
but then, the younger twin rolls his eyes. "yeah, yeah, i'm goin' in," he says,
rather dismissively, and then, oh, he's pulling down harry's briefs and freeing
his cock now, letting it slap against his lower abdomen with him going down in
one swift movement to kiss along the inseams of harry's milky thighs, making
him shudder from his waist down straight to his toes.
okay, no time for interrogation then. he breathes in deeply, releases the air
from his lungs and—
his breath hitches from his throat once he feels louis' tongue prod and poke at
his arse hole, and—holy shit.
holy shit, fuck.
by eating him out, did william mean...?
oh good lord, this is one of those that harry's watched from way back, isn't
it? isn't it?
it was something he didn't quite understand, at the time, in regards to what
kind of pleasure do they even get out of it, like, whatever benefit their
moving tongues and taste buds ever earn. because seriously? eating out someone
else's arse? isn't that, like, equivalent to tasting their shit or—or whatever?
fucking eww!
realizing that he is gonna be eaten out himself, harry blushes madly and he
feels his blood rush up to fill his brain entirely. he suddenly feels
lightheaded and dizzy. and shit, this is really happening. louis is gonna put
his tongue on the hole of his bum, and he is gonna lick it like it tasted
something sweet like maybe cinnamon and honey.
harry swallows because... what the fuck.
oh god.
as much as he thinks it's downright gross, still, when louis' began swirling
his tongue across his pinkish puckered rim, while grabbing hold of his thighs
for them to stay widely spread and open and up in the air, legs bent and
perched over louis' broad shoulders, harry can't help but cross his eyes at how
goodand brilliant it after all feels, and fuck. this is his first time to be
eaten out, jesus christ. and once again, by some unexplainable fate shit, it's
louis who's given the experience to him. did the lord really set up his life to
turn out this way?
"it's called rimming, harry," william begins to explain, and harry all but
grunts his acknowledgment, cheek pressed against the leather seat, "rimming is
louis eating your arse, savoring you like a goddamn sweet as fuck ice cream.
rimjob is like being in heaven, technically."
his mouth opens, albeit barely. "oh...ahh..." harry shakily breathes out,
flushed from his chest up to his numbing cheeks. louis eats him out for more
than a good ten minutes, his toes curling in pleasure and his eyeballs rolling
at the back of his head at the sensation, before louis is redeeming his face
from in between his arse cheeks—the loss of contact making harry whimper softly
in desperate attempt of having louis' tongue back to his wet and hot hole—and
ordering him to turn around.
harry dares to open his eyes though, and he's flustered at how swollen and
reddish louis' lips have gone—the sightin front of him making him leak
relentlessly—and how messy his hair has become, his chin dripping with spit as
well as his snout. by then harry gets hit with the realization that somehow, he
did that—he made louis look a right mess, a sexy disheveled punk boy—despite
all he ever does is receive and be used and be outright spent.
he's nothing but a sex slave to them. just the perfect submissive to their
dominant persons deep inside. their demons.

                         [those filthy, sexual demons]
those filthy, sexual demons.
harry has to count from one to five before he can recover once again, the loud
music still covering the entirety of the cramped area of the black tinted
car—tinted darkly so no one from the outside will see just how harry is being
tongue-fucked by his very own brother, while the eldest one is driving them and
just being cool about it.
harry all but sniffles at the abominable truth, that dehydrating thought, and
turns his body over, louis grabbing at his bum like it's some mindless toy and
hoisting it up to the air, making harry arch his back at the gesture and to
bury his face on the leather seat, the pillow serving as leverage beneath his
stomach.
harry gasps when his untouched dick squishes against the soft pillow itself,
creating some barely-there friction that has had him over the fucking edge,
nerve endings pulsing and causing him to harden, libido flooding his system.
and it only worsens once louis' started squeezing and kneading harshly on each
his reddish arse cheeks, spreading him out so eagerly, slapping them twice,
hard, wanting his hole to almost open on its own for him as he stretches them
apart.
and then louis' lips are back on his thumping hole after just a second, wanton
coursing through his veins resulting to him pushing his arse back to louis'
face, the upper spot of his hole bumping against louis' nose in the process,
eliciting a startled laugh from the younger twin himself. "getting pushy, are
we?" louis lowly says, fingers on his bum digging intently and almost breaking
out tears in his eyes.
harry mushes his face against the leather seat of the car, positively mewling,
helplessly whimpering as he is feeling his orgasm at the peak of his abdomen
already pooling, and that's... that's when louis finally, finally flicks his
tongue back to his rosy hole, poking and jabbing, fucking him with that expert
wet tongue that darts pointedly, the kind of effect that has harry arching his
back again and pushing his arse back to meet louis' slick tongue halfway,
releasing his first cry of the moment as he rubs his hard shaft against the
pillow.
he just humps it and humps it and humps it, the poor mellow cushion, hands
clutching on the hard leather seat, madly, desperate for friction to go to his
untouched cock, while louis eats him out with slurping sounds of thirst and
hunger altogether.
harry's cheeks fill with tear stains afterwards, and from that point on—"ah,
fuck, yes!" comes his broken high squeal finally, as he comes all over the
pillow and his belly, louis still not stopping from rimming him, as if he never
tires out unlike harry who's just all out spent.
harry sighs and his body involuntarily limps, together with his legs that all
out jellied and gave out, his bum dropping when he has no power to arch his
back anymore. louis' claws leave his arse cheeks, and it's about time that he
rolls harry back around again to face him, then their eyes are meeting in a
hazy stare. "felt good, baby hazzie?" louis coos softly, no hint of mischief in
his tone.
harry bites his lip, nods drowsily. "y-yeah..." he whispers. and the thing is,
despite the rule of acting like he's loving every second of what they are doing
to him, harry must admit that...he really did love it, even without that stupid
rule. so far, rimming is his favorite. although louis is good with giving head
as well, harry just can't deny that being 'eaten out' is much better than being
'sucked off'. and it's even amazing how louis didn't even have to touch his
dick for it and he was coming and spurting semen on his own accord.
fantastic orgasm of his life.
**
once they get back at the safety of their home, harry is already dressed back
to normal (although the messy nest that is his curls fully contradicts that),
and william and louis drop him at his bedroom door like they all just came home
from a three-way date, and watch wordlessly as he flops down on his bed.
william smiles at him, wolfish and handsome, the one who made him borrow his
grey jacket. "there's gonna be more tonight, haz," he says huskily, "so prepare
yourself. specifically for me."
after that said, the twins are filing out of his door, and harry blinks dazedly
at louis who is covering his mouth unceremoniously as he yawns.
looks like it wasn't only him who came just now then—he can see the wet spot on
louis' black skinny jeans too. he flicks his gaze back up to louis' smirking
face, and the punk boy only winks at him, murmurs softly, "later, love. your
bum tasted like cherries, by the way. i'm a lucky boy, me."
in a blink, he's gone. harry can't keep his blush astray.

                     [ harry can't keep his blush astray]
 
***** VII - the present (part uno) *****
                         VII - the present (part uno)
true to his words, william went back for harry that night.
he sneaked into his room when all the lights were finally out and their father
was already sleeping soundly in his and their mother's bedroom, that one that's
located at the fathest part of the hall, where it's all and separated from the
twins' bedroom and harry's single one.
and thus it had been perfect for the eldest brother to make harry hiss and
writh soundly on his bed that chilly night, made him mewl and whimper all he
wanted without being a disturbance, because william knew their father wouldn't
have heard a thing at all.
he rimmed harry just like louis did in the backseat of their mother's car,
because of course he wouldn't just let the younger twin get something out of
harry without him getting the same thing, the impossible competitive arsehole
he is by heart.
in the quiet and sacred room of harry, william had made him strip naked all the
way, revealing his flushed cock and pert bum and puckered nipples, had ordered
him around the way only him knew how, had made him spread his thighs and legs
out for him, so he can fit himself in between them pale soft limbs—that was
already filled with beard burns caused by louis' very faint scruff from earlier
that day—those that made harry look ten times edible, said william with a
groggy lust filled voice.
and so he'd surged in, ate harry out for half an hour long, until harry was a
sobbing mess against the sheets, thighs shaking and slender youthful body
squirming, his moans and groans muffled, still, by the socks that william had
made him bite on as he licked and tongue-fucked him up good.
it was such a relief that harry was clean that entire day, william said,
because he would've been so embarrassed with himself.
after william was done with him, harry fell asleep with tears drying on his
rosy hot cheeks—and william didn't even bother wiping them away, instead just
leaving him stark naked sprawled on his front across his own bed.
the night went on and harry woke up with dried come across his belly as well as
the covers where his dick had been untouched and squished against.
**
it's a sunday and therefore there's no school for them today. usually, the
twins would be out of the house, perhaps hanging out with liam payne and stan
lucas of the footie team, doing drugs or whatnot.
hmm, harry thinks, maybe on that he should tell on them to their parents at
least... he doesn't know what it is they achieve by snorting cocaine and
smoking blunt anyway, like? but it seems like they'd risk their lives for
those, just to get whiffs of them, the part where they would even drive all day
and night just to find some sort of source to get their hands on such. harry
shakes his head at it.
anyhow—he's at the jenners today, kendall has invited him along to swim in
their pool at their backyard, so obviously he's up for it. and besides, it's
been a week since they last hung out, so might as well.

 [cara is here, kendall's girl for two years and eight months now, as well as
  kylie who's currently painting her nails ("hey, harry get in here so i can
paint yours as well!" "later, love!") while he swims with the other two girls,
                             third-wheeling ye...]
cara is here, kendall's girl for two years and eight months now, as well as
kylie who's currently painting her nails ("hey, harry get in here so i can
paint yours as well!" "later, love!") while he swims with the other two girls,
third-wheeling yet again. urgh.
and see, this is why he doesn't know why louis and william think that the
jenners sisters fancy harry, because, seriously?? he can only sigh—they don't,
is the thing, not really. they treat him like he's some kind of...a barbie doll
or something, if he's observant enough. it's as though... little did his
brothers know just how much time they would spend just to dress harry up as a
freaking high school girl, or like a sexy bunny nurse, even sometimes a honey
lolita anime, putting various pinks and greens and yellows accessories in his
curly locks (that he knows kylie is also so, so fond about—"aside from your
lips and dimples, i also adore your fuckin' hair, little boy. why is it that
you british people are so damn irresistible? fuckin' seriously. do you have a
boyfriend, harry?"—and, well, that's another thing, isn't it? kylie thinks he's
queer, not straight, which, that's something that's boggling his mind as well,
because... how do they even know these things about him? like, harry himself
doesn't know what he is. yet, at least. whether he likes boys or girls or... or
his own two brothers).
but, erm, anyway.
harry shouldn't really be thinking about those two for now, he should be having
fun instead. he's out of their claws for the meantime, isn't he? so thus he
should act like he is. that he's free.
right.
swimming towards kendall and cara, who are splashing about chlorinated water as
they giggle (cara laughing like a drugged hyena though, the naturally cheeky
and spontaneous girl that she is) (uh, she actually reminds harry of louis, if
he's honest) (and ugh, he shouldn't be thinking about them, again, jesus
christ), harry smiles brightly just as kendall has turned to direct her
attention toward him, waving him over to join their little antics of two.
dimpling, harry gladly does, and now there are two of them against cara just by
default. they make the girl raise up her hands in surrender after a couple more
splashes, those that hit her face mostly.
"you guys are relentless, jesus!" she crows, laughing hysterically.
kendall sticks her tongue out as does harry. "fuckin' dream team, we are,
honey," her own girlfriend declares. harry sighs happily for the sake of
retaliating, and drops his hands underwater.
looking up to see what kylie now is doing, meanwhile, harry blinks in confusion
when he doesn't see her lounging by the pool chair—that must mean she went
inside the house, maybe has got to go get something back in her room. typical
kylie and her forgetful little head. harry turns back to the two laughing girls
again, then.
minutely so, while cara dips underwater and attempts to carry kendall by her
shoulders where the girl should sit and hold onto cara's head for balance,
kylie comes into the picture and she's calling over a drake's song that's
playing in the background.
"harry! your brothers are here!" comes her shrilly voice. and harry, the poor
sod he is, almost cracks his neck broken for how fast he's whipped around,
alarmed to his wits to the knowledge that his brothers have come here, of all
places, to get him. and, like, seriously. they never come here before. they
dislike kendall and kylie. so why now? is it because it's way too important
what they need with harry that even the thought of going here, having to face
and talk to kylie herself, just to fetch him is something they'd put into
consideration? impossible.
"oh?" harry breathes out nonetheless, eyebrows knotting anxiously until louis
and william in their usual shirts and trackies, hands in their pockets,
eventually appear from the sliding doors of the house, the passage to get to
where the pool is.

["oh?" harry breathes out nonetheless, eyebrows knotting anxiously until louis
    and william in their usual shirts and trackies, hands in their pockets,
 eventually appear from the sliding doors of the house, the passage to get to
                              where the pool is]
'hi, cutie', mouths louis at him in an instant. and then there is the cool and
boyish smile of william lingering on his thin lips as he gazes at harry by the
waters.
these boys must've lost their minds for coming here, because again, they
dislike the jenners siblings with a passion.
but like, a lot of things in the course of a week have taken miles and miles of
turns though, haven't they?
like this for example—the instance where harry's jaw drops when he sees william
sling an arm around kylie and tips his chin up in greetings to everyone as a
whole.
"hey. just needed to get our little haz bro," he says airily, flashing that
tiny grin that harry knows so very well. which, fuck, they're so up to no good
again.
louis next to william is smiling mischievously, waving happily at everyone.
"hello!" he beams.
kendall and cara behind harry say their hello's back, and then william is
suddenly chatting up kylie like they've been friends for forever, and louis is
coming up toward the pool where harry is still hanging idly, breathless and
confused and—really, what the fuck is happening? what kind of show are they
trying to pull here? they didn't have to pretend to like harry's female friends
just to fetch him, did they have the need now?
god, these control freaks!

 [huffing in annoyance to himself, harry swims through the waters and gets to
    where the stairs are; he eases himself off the pool, hair damp and body
dripping wet, his crusifix necklace also soaked and clinging to his chest, his
                           yellow short shorts ...]
huffing in annoyance to himself, harry swims through the waters and gets to
where the stairs are; he eases himself off the pool, hair damp and body
dripping wet, his crusifix necklace also soaked and clinging to his chest, his
yellow short shorts sticking to his upper thighs and bum.
he cranes his neck and dares louis a look, whose—whose tongue is almost poking
out as he stares at harry intensely. that—shit. they are not doing this here.
absolutely, definitely not.
ignoring louis' blatant drooling, harry proceeds to gather his stuff and dry
clothes from one of the pool chairs and dries himself up with a towel. louis is
standing behind him in an instant and he can feel him practically heaving (like
a thristy wild animal, bloody hell).
"what do you want, lou..." he mumbles, not daring to look behind him again,
fearing that otherwise he'll just be met by those malicious cold blue eyes.
ugh.
"uhm...just wanted to play with you this fine day, is all, haz, since mum and
dad are leaving for their date."
at this, harry cocks a brow. "play with me," he huffs, "like how?" he whips
around, and he's already got his things in his arms, body not dripping with
droplets of chlorinated water anymore, only to see that coy smirk slowly
forming across louis' pale face, lip ring on the corner of his mouth a great
distraction while he speaks.
"hmm... let's just say, we bought you something. like a present. and we'd like
you to try it on for us and maybe we could get behind...err, tying you up?"
and oh... oh, fucking hell no, harry can't... it can't be. he can't grow a
boner in here right now, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if any of his
female friends would see that.
becoming alert in seconds flat, cheeks flaming hot and knees weakening just
like that (curse you, louis tomlinson), harry scrambles for his slippers and
quickly slips them on, then he's pushing past against louis, who's got that
shit-eating grin plastered on his face, to get to where kendall and cara are
still swimming.
it seems like kylie is still talking to william, their hands animatedly
gesturing while they talk about god knows what, so harry brushes them off for
now and tells kendall and cara he's leaving with the twins.
"maybe i'll be back later tonight," he murmurs to them, ashamed that he's got
to leave the party so soon, blushing at the mere idea of himself being so eager
to be whisked away by his older brothers, just so he could be their boy toy
once again, rather willingly as he's just sick as them, which is moments from
now.
it makes his dick hard just imagining what could they be doing to him today,
makes his libido gather and pool at his lower abdomen, ready to burst, ready to
explode, and, really, harry's just—he's just so curious now, as to what they've
bought for him. for him to wear they say. and then there's the thought
of—what's it called again? bondage?
fuck. he needs to go—he needs to—needs to get out of here. fast. quick. shit.
shit.
going towards kylie and william next, harry leans in and pecks kylie on her
cheek, interrupting her mid-sentence with whatever she's talking about with
harry's brother. "hey, you boys leaving now? what's the hurry?" she asks, lost
herself.
harry just shrugs, sniffing as he wears his rolling stones tee over his head,
ruffling his damp curls right after. "trust me, k, i'm just as clueless as
you," he mumbles with a roll of his eyes. they all know here how it's so not
him to just leave because of twin pesticides, so he has the nerve to look
annoyed.
he's not truly annoyed though...
just as he's looking at kylie, who's biting the flesh of her nail, that's the
time that louis puts an arm around his shoulders startling him a tad, sighing
quite dramatically before muttering, "just need to sort out some stuff at home,
kylie. dearest harold here kind of... owe us something, so."

              ["oh, okay then, yeah, sure, don't let us keep you]
"oh, okay then, yeah, sure, don't let us keep you." she grins, nodding with
much enthusiasm and earnestness that harry can't help bite his lip to keep
himself from fonding too much. see, kylie is just so lovely right now, to
harry's eyes considering what he knows and what she doesn't, wholly oblivious
to their wild, sinful shenanigans that he pities her kindness towards them.
harry sighs, and then william is waving his goodbye to the rest, louis ushering
him to go inside the house and out the front door—the happenings are so fast
that harry almost had a whiplash, unsurprisingly so.
and then; it's when they're out of plain sight that harry feels louis' hand
sliding down from his shoulder to the small of his back, before stopping to the
curve of his arse. he inhales sharply at the contact, "louis..." he can't help
whisper out, feeling his pulses pumping, his tummy fluttering with wild,
wriggling butterflies, heartbeats rabbitting.
louis only drops a kiss to his neck in response, and that's enough to make him
hold on and cling to louis like a lost child, hands gripping firmly at the
sides of louis' black nirvana shirt, with william coming up to them and
grabbing onto harry's left arse cheek this time, squeezing just once, all
possessive and territorial, and then removing it right after anyhow to walk
ahead of them and stalk toward their own front door.

[louis only drops a kiss to his neck in response, and that's enough to make him
  hold on and cling to louis like a lost child, hands gripping firmly at the
    sides of louis' black nirvana shirt, with william coming up to them and
                           grabbing onto harry's...]
the jenners live right across them as it is, that big ass house standing
amongst the tinier ones, with three sleek red , grey and blue cars, two of
those being kylie's and kendall's owns—the wealthiest within their town, and
harry's gal pals with them. sweet.
putting all attention back to his brother, harry and louis follow william
inside their house, and it's evident that their parents have already left,
probably minutes ago, for how quiet and eerie the place seems to be, no traces
of individuals lurking from the inside of it.
harry gasps softly once he hears the door slams shut behind them, and then
william is leading them all up the stairs, and then—they are passing by harry's
room to...get inside the twins' bedrooom instead.
harry gulps.
see...it's not all the time that he would walk pass his bedroom whenever he
reaches the top of the stairs, being his is the first door along the hallway of
their second floor, the next door being the twins' and then the last their
parents', a place where harry seldom goes. he's short of things to do with them
anyway, so he doesn't drop by that much.
but now though...now it feels surreal having to pass his own bedroom door just
to get inside his older brothers' own, this place that's too edgy and manly
looking with dark interiors and sharp corners for furniture, much too masculine
compared to his that is filled with the color mint and pure whites, with round
edges for his furniture, his single bed the color of the sunset with orange and
blue hues, the twins' being a jet black with immaculate white pillows.
so different, so opposite of one another. they're not the same—incompatible.
harry licks his lips, feeling suddenly thoroughly exposed standing half-dried
now inside his older brothers' room, with said older brothers just standing
wordlessly next to him.
silence washes over the entire surroundings, the kind of quiet where a pin drop
would be heard, and that in itself gets harry already so worked up, his fingers
turning cold. just then, william cuts through the taciturnity with his voice so
low that it causes the angel hairs all over harry's body to stand on their
ends, his stomach to churn and for his heart to lodge in his throat.
"so," is the only thing he says, and that's already enough to fluster harry,
apparently.
louis on the other hand twirls around and faces him. "yeah, so! wanna see our
present for you, baby bro?" he chirps, upbeat and smiling widely, crinkles by
his eyes making their appearance just like they always do. harry purses his
lips at that, not saying anything but just waiting in anticipation. he knows
they'd show him either way, so, really, talk is cheap.
right beside him, william sighs dreamily, and then he's telling louis to whip
the thing out for harry to finally see.
at that, harry braces himself for the unknown, and then—his cheeks color almost
instantly once louis' pulled out a victoria's secret paper bag from under the
bed, all but with a silky velvet purple bow glued neatly on top of it. and,
gosh, is this what harry thinks it is...? he swallows involuntarily.
skipping and bounding excitedly, louis places the bag over the bed, flops down
next to it, and beckons for harry to have a look at it himself too. curtly
nodding, harry walks toward the bed and climbs just by the edge of it, sitting
down with his knees.
he reaches over and pries the opening of the pretty and expensive looking paper
bag, peering inside it only to see that—oh. oh god. they really did it, didn't
they? they're not joking then.
"you were...you were actually serious about making me wear these after all?" he
asks breathily, dumbly, lifting up the pastel peach colored lace panties with
his slender fingers, looking straight to it with wide as saucers eyes.
when william huffs and says yes, an insistent, ridiculed confirmation, harry
all but sags to himself and drops half of his body on the bed, hands still
clutching on the soft and fragrant panties that's bought and specially picked
out for him from his brothers, can't quite believe that he'll be in this female
clothing just moments from now.
and that's...pretty terrifying, innit. harry's never worn panties in his entire
life nor he ever dreamed of it. it's all just, so, so mind-blowing.
why is life so plot-twisty?
***** VIII - the present (part dos) *****
                         VIII - the present (part dos)
continuation —
moving forward; not wasting their time idling, especially louis, harry then
feels the mattress dipping with two more boys weighing it down, and then there
are suddenly two pair of hands trailing up his yet to fully dry body. he still
smells of chlorine, harry, but that doesn't seem to matter with his older
brothers though, because then louis is latching his mouth on his throat and is
nipping hungrily right away, with no hint of hesitation, no hint of shame
either.
harry breathes out shakily, feeling his other brother hook his fingers at the
waistband of his yellow short shorts, pulling it down for him. "god, you're
such a precious little boy, aren't you, haz? yellow swimming trunks, seriously.
only you, love, only you." william grunts, and then he's dropping the damp
shorts to the floor, grabbing hold of harry's thighs and situating them in a
much tolerable angle, perhaps in able for him to undress him further, before
louis is taking the panties off harry's grasp so he can pass it over to william
behind him.
"here you go, man," he mutters, eyes darker now and much prominently dilated, a
sign that he really, really wants. harry just...knows them too well now not to
catch on with that, apparently.
just then, louis cups harry's cheek and thumbs at the lower part of his left
eye, their gazes locked intimately, and then louis is mumbling to him, "sit up,
haz. be a good boy and wear the panties in front of us."
wordless and small, harry does as he's told and pushes up to his feet to stand,
ignoring the buzz in his head and the blush creeping up his chest and cheeks.
william and louis stand back as well, and they just watch him quietly while he
offers his hand for the pastel piece of underwear.
harry strips out of his own briefs after some time, his cock that's still
partially limp taking its precious time to breathe, but that only lasts for
three short seconds though, before he's slowly but surely getting both his feet
and legs one by one in the open slots of the soft tiny fresh fabric, the brand
new and white garter rubbing against his pale white legs and up to his thighs,
his shaking fingers making the motion and his movements even slower than he
intends to, eliciting some soft gasps of breath to slip from both william and
louis' lips, their eyes animatedly fixated on what harry is doing before them
(which is wearing the panties and adjusting the tiny piece of peach lace so his
pinkish and sensitive dick would fit in them), looking more in awe and
starstruck than any. harry swears he even sights drool on louis' gaping mouth.
sigh.
how is this appealing to them? how?harry's dick is like, shoved beneath the
peach see-through fabric, bloody hell. and that should be labeled as
attractive? his older brothers are such weird, weird type of people, aren't
they... wow.
as he finishes wearing it, blushing madly and downright bashful to his bones,
harry clears his throat as his brothers have seemingly lost it back there a
little (jaws hanging down and their eyes unblinking)—and that perhaps have
startled them, the sound of his voice, because then louis is coughing to his
balled fist whereas william is also clearing his own throat as he rubs his
palms together. "right. that was..." he trails off.
harry blinks at them, head bent down all coy and shy, cheeks flushed and toes
pointing towards each other. he licks his lips, and louis does the same as he
looks at him. "it's uhm, perfect, hazza. you look absolutely stunning in
those." another flustered smile.
well, what does harry say to that? he's out of words. so instead of answering
louis, he just sucks in a deep breath and waits for their next instructions.
finally, william walks towards him, mutely and emotionless (save for the still
present rosiness of his cheeks after watching harry wear the panties), and then
he's holding the hems of harry's rolling stones tee, pulling it up and off his
torso, his hands raised up towards the ceiling.
william drops it at the same time harry drops his own hands once the shirt has
left him bare. so now it's just the panties, his few bracelets and his crucifix
necklace that's worn on him. harry's heart rate fastens. "what do you want me
to do next...?" he whispers in question to william, who only offers that he
lies down on the bed.
harry obeys, quiet and a bit calculating with his own fragile movements,
letting his bum hit the sheet of the mattress and for william to lay his head
down gently over it. "hey, lou, give me the scarf," william says, and in a
minute, louis is back with a white silky scarf, long and quite huge.

[harry blinks at it, and until he no longer can, because then william is tying
    it around his head, covering his eyes in the process—blindfolding him,
                                  basically]
harry blinks at it, and until he no longer can, because then william is tying
it around his head, covering his eyes in the process—blindfolding him,
basically.
"w-what's this for?" he asks shakily, voice quivering and his chest heaving
madly, anxiety increasing as the time passes by.
just then there's the touch of soft lips lingering in his right ear, and then
the feeling of having someone hovering on top of him coating his entire being.
william is huskily rasping in his ear, "it's to keep things quite...thrilling,
little brother. for the potential sex to feel more...outstanding."
"o-oh..."
he hums. "yep."
there are shuffling of some feet, harry can sense them despite he can't see a
thing, not even the glimpse of the brightness of the room since his eyes are
shut tight from beneath the layer of the silky fabric. as it is he only gets to
breathe and wait patiently, be still and lie pliant over the bed, exposed and
naked save for the little piece of lace panties that barely covers his dick.
and so it takes them a few more moments before they're returning to harry's
side then, and that is why harry is in the middle of opening his mouth to ask
for them anyway, when suddenly his hands are being held and then—they are tying
him up. jesus... a blindfold around his head and a rope around his wrists. what
are they on about? it's not like harry will escape from them anyway, because he
won't. he's too...weak compare to the two of them.
louis is way brash and gets into brawl fights with boys bigger and taller than
him, wherein william is too athletic and the kind to sprint instead of run like
any normal person, and just—harry is just too breakable in comparison to them,
basically.
sometimes before, the realization of being the weakest of them all despite he's
taller by some inches than the two of them makes harry frown and feel sad for
himself. but...now though.
now harry is not even feeling an ounce of morbidity at the thought of being
singlehandedly taken cared of by just those biceps and abs his older brothers
possess behind those dark themed clothes. it's just so overwhelming now, is the
thing, that harry's getting turned on at the fact that he's softer than their
sharp, hard edges—that they can carry him without breaking a single sweat,
probably, because of how lanky and weightless he is, how he is way too
submissive for his own good—when, frankly, it shouldn't be that way.
harry should be feeling envy instead of attraction, shouldn't he? be jealous
that they're both physically stronger than him. but alas... his older brothers'
strength in comparison to his average one is only making his cock wet at the
slit, making him virtually drool as well. his toes to curl and for his mind to
chant fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, such begging that he wants to spout on them.
hmm. well. such a shame, that.
**

  [after a while, or, rather after he's been tied up completely, one of them
securing the rope and tightening the ends, having harry's breath hitch against
  his throat, harry from that point on hears shutters of iphone cameras going
                            off, blindly so, a...]
after a while, or, rather after he's been tied up completely, one of them
securing the rope and tightening the ends, having harry's breath hitch against
his throat, harry from that point on hears shutters of iphone cameras going
off, blindly so, and then there's that rambunctious laughter of one tomlinson
after another tomlinson, before finally, there are wet tongues licking up his
naked body, hums of pleasures and delight, slurps sounding from his navel up to
his perky nipples making him squirm and moan, hungrily flicking at them and
making them hard and more sensitive than they already are; then harry's cock in
his vs panties starts leaking of precum at how good he's feeling all exposed
and bare like this, tied up into submission and even more so, blindfolded to
oblivion of what's going to happen to him next.
well, the feeling is...he can't quite explain it, really, but. he's thinking
that it's like he's been kidnapped and that he's bound to get raped any moment,
with him having no choice but to just roll with it, given he's no match for his
kidnappers and, shit, holy fuck—why is it that he seems preening at that fucked
up scenario in his head?
like he wants exactly thatto play out right now? is this really what his life
has become now? honestly. what has happened to his principles in life? he's an
intelligent, educated christian, isn't he? what's gone to his nutshell and all
the sudden he's game with everything his brothers would say, would tell him to
execute? wasn't he defiant at first? why the sudden alteration in the air?
fuck...it seems like his crazed older brothers have all out ruined him entirely
then, and that—isn't that just fucking great? he's mental himself. mad. fucking
crazy and fucked up. harry wants to cry. harry needs to cry it out, so he will.
he will.
**
his tears spill from his shut eyes, lips quivering in agony, his brothers
completely oblivious to what he's feeling—that disappointed sinking feeling
that's coiling in his guts right now, all of which was caused by his own self-
depreciation, the part where he's upset with himself that he's slowly but
surely joining this sort of cult that his brothers have built, the fact that
he's enjoying himself too much that he's just losing himself to the wet sloppy
kisses of his own blood related siblings, the expert flicks of their tongues
covering all the parts of his body, their thin lips mouthing at his nipples and
neck and throat and jaw...then his own mouth that moulds in perfect sync with
theirs whenever they decide to make out every once in a while as harry serves
as some sex slave to them.
and harry sobs and sobs and sobs to himself, quietly though, his whimpering
muffled by him biting his lip through and through, as the shutter of the iphone
cameras continues with his brothers now tweaking at his nipples, and two
separate hands cupping him over the panties that is worn on him, squeezing and
groping, all filthy and wrong, one of those hands slipping inside the garter
and eventually grabbing hold of his dick, releasing it.
someone's tongue then laps at the base of his achingly hard cock, slurping
noises with a mix of a shutter of another captured picture going off, making
harry mewl and moan and grunt alongside his subtle crying.
his thighs flinch once he felt teeth scrape along his shaft, and then the sound
of william's voice chastising louis can be heard all over the room—so it's
louis then, harry thinks, and he's blowing him again, accidentally uncovering
his teeth in the process, causing harry to hiss at the painful yet pleasurable
feeling against his throbbing cock.
harry is...he's feeling rather so used right now that he just can't stop
tearing up beneath the blindfold, and that must've become evident once he
senses his brothers stop.
he sniffs, biting his lip, hard.
and then, "hazza?"
"holy shit, are you crying, baby? oh my god."
"fuck, fuck, this is all your fault, louis—"
"hey! how is this my fucking fault? you're the one who keeps commanding like a
fucking bastard—"
"yeah, yeah, but it was your bloody idea to blindfold and tie him up though!"
"what? but you affirmed it, will, for god's sake!"
"well, what are you waiting for then? just remove the fucking scarf from your
brother's goddamn eyes, louis, jesus fucking christ!"
heavy breathing.
and then there are multiple footsteps and two weights dipping the bed in an
instant, and in no time harry is being freed by both louis and william,
panicked and rushed. "harry, oh god, are you okay? we're so fucking sorry."
"sorry, baby bro, fuck, i love you, i love you." louis cups his face and
crashes their mouths momentarily, and then he's mumbling again against their
lips, "sorry, we love you."
slowly now, still sniffing, he opens his eyes and tries to adjust to the sudden
brightness of the room, tears staining his entire cheeks, the scarf probably
soaking wet now...
he squints a little; harry is met with four worried and concerned blue eyes in
a heartbeat, and—that's it.
that's it.
harry breaks out in tears. he can't believe this is the life his heart and mind
have come to accept now.
***** IX - the permission *****
                              IX - the permission
when harry'd cried after what has happened the last time, louis and william
didn't continue with their little game of pleasurable torture with him anymore,
bickering back and forth about whose fault it was and all that sort. harry
wasn't listening though, he was just sobbing, tears rolling down his cheeks
like falls, biting on his lip that was uncontrollably quivering at the time.
he felt used, he felt exposed and his heart was beating madly in chest as if
wanting out. harry was a crying mess and the twins, to say the least, panicked
like they committed the biggest crime of the century. harry was mortified—he
was scarred, and louis was this speechless boy who sat in bed staring at harry,
while william tried all sorts of things just for harry to stop bawling.
in the end, they didn't push through with their shenanigans, didn't fuck harry
or anything of the like.
instead they cradled harry in their arms until he calmed down, until there were
no more tears in his eyes, and they didn't stop until he fell asleep in the
chest of one of them, then harry was tucked in bed afterwards—still in the
twins' bedroom, their father not knowing about it even as the sun rose and
their mum also went home with chicken nuggets and chips for the three of them,
'because they've been such angels',their mother said, and well.
harry doesn't know how well will that sit in him, but. uhm.
yeah, so.
it's already been less than a week per se, after that tragic incident, and not
louis nor william have payed him much attention throughout the days that
passed. he was like, fully avoided, fully brushed aside, like. just like that.
after that last happenstance, none of them pestered him to 'be a good boy' for
them, not one of them flashed harry an evil smile—they didn't look at him when
they eat together in the kitchen, didn't pass him the fucking salt, didn't
watch movies as a family all because harry was there and had cared to join for
once in months again, and—and harry must admit it's eating at him.
not in a sexual desiring manner, mind, but rather in a brotherly missing way.
he misses louis and william, see, oddly enough he does, despite he used to
prefer being alone than banter with the rowdiness of them. because they're just
loud and obnoxious, aren't they? or louis is anyway, since william is much
quieter, but—see...you don't understand, gosh.
fine, so william also becomes spontaneous wherever louis is involved, that's a
fact, and that is why when they're together, which is all of the time, harry
chooses not to get in between them, because they wreak havoc.
but now... now he misses the attention they all the sudden directed to him ever
since he walked in on them sucking each other off; he misses their laughter,
their smiles, heck, even those malicious smirks they pull on him. that's how
he's in deep.
and like, harry just... he doesn't think he can go on yet another day without
being noticed by them? it just won't be necessary this time around for he
craves their presence around him.
so therefore, he has to put his gears into action, he has to make them realize
what they're doing to harry, has to make them seejust what they've abandoned.
they can't just be twins to themselves again, no, harry has to carve himself a
place in betwixt. otherwise he'll... he'll feel more left out than he already
is.
**
it's a monday again, and harry is in school with niall and zayn after their
third class, right by the lockers along the hallways with books and their bags
in their arms, when they see louis and william in a crowd of giggling girls
with boys wearing footie kit at one spot amidst the bustling hallway.
 

 [it's a monday again, and harry is in school with niall and zayn after their
third class, right by the lockers along the hallways with books and their bags
  in their arms, when they see louis and william in a crowd of giggling girls
                             with boys wearin...]
harry sniffs, catching that perfect smile on louis' shiny pink thin lips, as he
laughs with their friends, throwing his head back as if whatever that joke he
heard was the funniest thing in this planet. harry doesn't like the thought one
bit, but he can't be arsed to punch himself for it because that smile—that is
one of a kind. his eyes crinckle when he does it, his cheeks turn a blooming
rosy red, and his nose scrunches up cutely.
much like william's smile, only that william's eyes would twinkle and his ears
will turn a nice shade of pink, and then his lips, like when he's too happy,
his gums will stick to the backs of them and then his perfect teeth will show.
harry's heart lurches in his throat because those smiles—he hasn't seen them in
a while, and it pains him that he'll see them now, when they weren't because of
him.
he still watches though, still gazes on them from afar, because what can he do?
they're not close within this area, not close enough to just stalk towards them
and make them look at him and smile those perfect smiles of theirs for him.
he's torn between just standing there and walking away, because.
because he's weak for them, too fond. and what niall and zayn are murmuring
right beside him aren't much help at all either...because they're right.
 

  ["your brothers sure are popular, aren't they," niall says as he whistles,
                        sounding in awe and impressed]
"your brothers sure are popular, aren't they," niall says as he whistles,
sounding in awe and impressed. harry can't help the twitch at the corner of his
lips, gaze not leaving the sight of his two identical siblings.
"they're close to winning the championship, eh?"
"yeah. think i heard oli and the other guys talking about it the other day.
william captains the team now and they've been so focused practicing."
"oh. cool."
"yeah."
harry's head is maybe... spinning. in agony, it is.
because his friends are talking about how popular his brothers are, but all he
can see is william putting an arm around that blonde, christina farris, and
louis laughing so openly and carefree with that other one, with their name
starting with d or something...whoever that new transferee is.
and, well, call him selfish and all but, he just doesn't like it one bit. this,
what's happening here—what's happening there.
he feels rage just looking at them like this, just seeing how they're so happy
and as if they aren't neglecting harry for almost a week now, and that's
just—that is so unbelievably unfair, innit? after all those things they did to
harry, and then all the sudden they will sweep him under the rug like nothing
happened? seriously? are they for real? this is—this is fucking bollocks. these
twats.
that's it. this beating around the bush should stop today.
**
harry waits by the parking lot, leaning under the tree.
this is where louis and william would go when they're about to leave school for
home, harry's known that since his freshman year and the two were juniors who
knew nothing but to party and drink even during the afternoon. sigh.
harry decides he'll wait for them here until they show up, and they willhave to
talk to harry whether they like it or not. it's now or never, man.
 

    [twenty minutes or so in, louis and william finally show up and they're
                   laughing with some guys from their team]
twenty minutes or so in, louis and william finally show up and they're laughing
with some guys from their team. harry sucks in a deep breath, watching as
william shoves his hands in the pockets of his red varsity jacket, while louis
puts on his maroon beanie atop his head, pushing his brown fringe from beneath
it.
once louis spots harry by the tree with his arms crossed against his chest
rather defensively, louis nudges william next to him and the boy snaps his
mouth close to look at where louis is looking. they both stare at harry.
"bye, lou!" one of the boys call.
"bye, will!" another one pipes up.
"yeah, see you all tomorrow!" it's william who answers for their behalf, while
louis just plays with his lip ring.
after those farewells, they walk to their mother's car and it's just then that
harry kicks on the bark of the tree to storm his way towards them. he shoots,
"what the fuck is going on?"
william sighs. "harry—"
but harry tacks on, cheeks hot and heart beating wildly in his chest. "why are
you ignoring me, huh? you think i don't know? i'm not thick, william! avoiding
me like the plague, fucking seriously." he laughs, sardonic and bitter; he
turns to louis, who is looking on the ground, glaring, "louis, what do you have
to say? after all what you've done to me—"
"haz, please, let's just sort this out at home—"
harry is nearly crying now. again. he's shaking with anger, and he hates it.
"oh, don't haz please me!" he snaps, growling at them both. "care to explain
just whyyou suddenly—"
"harry!" william shuts him up by cupping his face and pulling him close to his
chest, body frail and soft—always so fucking soft; harry gasps at that, eyes
locking dazedly with william. "you're gonna quit your whining and get inside
the car, little brother. we'll make it up to you at home, yeah? i fucking
promise."
at that...harry slowly calms down, his green, glassy eyes averting from
william's dark ones to louis who is still just standing behind them, quietly
waiting to get inside the car as well, just clutching on the door handle of the
passenger seat.
swallowing slowly, harry nods then, and william gently lets go of him. "o-
okay."
william releases a puff of breath. "good."
**
they all get inside the car and william drives them.
it's all quiet and awkward on their way home, at least with harry it feels that
way.
 

  [not one of them dared to speak, just their breathing being heard all over
 their mother's car that the twins have seemingly owned now for how often they
                                    use it]
not one of them dared to speak, just their breathing being heard all over their
mother's car that the twins have seemingly owned now for how often they use it.
randomly thinking about it, harry's never gone around to asking their parents
for his own vehicle too, but he guesses they'll come to him for it...
**
as they all file inside the house later, it's louis who takes harry's hand,
interlacing their fingers, and ushers him upstairs, then at the bottom of the
steps he can see william looking around for hints whether or not their parents
are home.
harry knows they aren't, his father texted him he's needed at some important
company meeting, and their mother has just gone away to some high school
friend's alumni homecoming, so really it's just them, again.
and harry should be scared, shouldn't he? he should feel trapped being alone
with two wolves, but.
then again, he just... he can't find it in himself to feel horrified at all.
instead he feels exhilarated, feels...quite...excited.
like there are actual butterflies in his stomach right now that he just can't
will to go away—not when louis is gripping his waist now as well, leading him
to their room. harry feels seductive, he feels wetand hard too fast too soon,
hearing those words in his head. we'll make it up to you at home.
just as they reach the twins' bedroom, louis pulls him inside and that's been
the end of his wild anticipation, because then louis is practically pushing him
against the wall, hard and firmly so, that harry all but winces with it.
then louis is pressing up against him next, and—he starts grinding up and down
harry's lithe body, their crotches brushing steadily with prominence, louis'
breath fanning the skin along his throat.
harry releases soft puffs of breath on his own, his body and mind completely
submitting to it, turning pliant and limp barricaded by louis' insistence, as
well as—
"isn't this what you want, baby brother? you want us to fuck you? that's it,
right? if so, then say it."
having heard that, harry nearly whimpers, feeling himself harden in his pants
at louis' words; at the huskiness of his voice. "louis... lou..." this isn't
part of harry's plan.
louis leans in and bites at his earlobe, flicking it with his tongue before
whispering huskily again, "i want to hear you say it, harry, or nothing will
happen tonight. none of us will touch you, fuck you, or come on your pretty
face. if we don't have your permission, we wouldn't. understand? can't have you
breaking down on us, we fucking love you."
harry gasps again, feeling louis' bulge relentlessly pressing up against his
own, louis' hands sliding down his waist and stopping at his bum. he kneads, he
feels louis squeeze at his arse cheeks, and harry's whining now as he grabs on
louis' shoulders, gripping them helplessly, first batch of libido pooling at
his lower abdomen.
"i—i—" he can't fucking say it. fuck. he's getting too horny that he's choking
with it. can't speak, can't function accordingly.
what's wrong with him though, shit. why does he want this with them all the
sudden? he just wants their brotherly attention once again, but—what he saw
back there... william and that blonde, louis and that brunette, and—"please,
lou..." he manages to moan out, his lips parted open, and his eyes rolling at
the back of his head, feeling so, so turned on that he can't quite breathe with
it.
god.
"just fucking say it, harry, and we'll be all yours."
harry opens his eyes, and he sees that william is behind louis all the sudden,
looking at them dry-humping against the wall, right beside the still open
bedroom door.
harry can see him holding—wait, are those...?
harry opens his mouth, tilts his head to the side to give louis more access to
his neck. "i..."
"just say it, angel," louis whispers to him again. he's still grinding against
harry, and his hands never stopped kneading on his arse, and, fuck, william is
holding two packets of condoms in his hand while he stares at harry like he's
going to be his supper for tonight.
this is all too hot.
harry gulps after a while, feeling fingers prodding at his still clothed hole.
he closes his eyes as he nods. "a-alright. i want it. please, i..."
and that, apparently, is all they needed to hear, before william is prying
louis off of him, and then taking harry's hand to guide him towards the bed.
william smirks down on harry once he's flopped him over their king sized
mattress, spreading his legs and brushing a hand across his crotch just to get
a feel of him. "mhm, there's a good boy," he mutters under his breath, while he
chucks the other condom packet to louis next to him, to which louis catches so
smoothly, tearing it open with just his teeth.
louis wiggles his brows, throwing his arms open. "you see, pretty brother, your
wish is our command."
***** X - the virgin *****
                                X - the virgin
it's not like they don't love harry, because they definitely do, love him more
than what people think, really, it's just that...

[it's not like they don't love harry, because they definitely do, love him more
               than what people think, really, it's just that]
harry is... very adorable, okay? he's just effortlessly otherworldly. also,
super hot.
not only that he's downright kind, but he is a complete sweetheart as well that
could make one's heart breaking piece by piece, can pull someone just by those
deep as craters dimples of his.
he's extremely cute as he is obscene—especially with that mouth that he has and
his strange way of swallowing his...food. something louis and william have
witnessed a million times now.

  [louis admittedly wanked over the image of harry swallowing his come, like,
                         countless of times now too]
louis admittedly wanked over the image of harry swallowing his come, like,
countless of times now too.
he's irresistible, is what he is, pretty much sexy, and, well, louis and
william kind of have the ultimate boners for him...secretly so since they
turned sixteen and harry fourteen.

 [he looks so innocent and small and pretty, see, that it's kind of a hardship
     living with him and not having to touch him every time they see him]
he looks so innocent and small and pretty, see, that it's kind of a hardship
living with him and not having to touch him every time they see him. it was so
frustrating to say the least, that they had the urge to just exclude him to
their team of two all of the time, because if they didn't and let him tag
along, then they wouldn't be able to do inappropriate things to him while they
all hang out together, and, that would just be a nightmare, wouldn't it?

   [ it was so frustrating to say the least, that they had the urge to just
 exclude him to their team of two all of the time, because if they didn't and
let him tag along, then they wouldn't be able to do inappropriate things to him
                            while they all han...]
having to smell someone and loving it, getting turned on by it, being near with
them and sharing body heat, but, sadly, no kissing nor hugging nor fucking
whatsoever is involved.
the twins just don't roll like that. sorry, but. no... no.
but they suppose now, they got lucky because finally the kid had done some
minor slip up (or major, fuck, he literally walked in on their little sinful
blow job session back there) which they can use against him—use to make him
obey them, their orders... their fucked up desires.
a major slip up which they have finally put into action, once again, the reason
why harry is now sprawled on his back over their king sized bed (louis never
thought they'd once and for all have harry like this someday, jesus fuck)
gloriously naked and pliant and submissively beautiful right in front of them.
it's a dream come true. a twisted fucked up desire unfolding. magnificently so.
and, fuck, won't this be the best so far...
so far.
**

[the room is quiet and dim, the windows open but for no one to see, their plush
              curtains drawn and letting in too little sunlight]
the room is quiet and dim, the windows open but for no one to see, their plush
curtains drawn and letting in too little sunlight. the room is cold, no one
gives a damn, because...
everyone's too drawn to one another.
as per usual, it's louis who starts it, because he's always been the boy of
actions—while william is the boy of commands.
he looks down at harry who's looking a mix of hopeful and sadness in his
unblinking emerald glossy eyes, already quite dilated showing much wanton...
the fact that he's just as into this as the twins are. how much he also wants
this.
gently now, he cups harry's face, leaning down slowly and capturing harry's
lips with his own, getting snogged like he's one of louis' sluts, since the boy
has his own agendas when going to rundown pubs and checking in with hookers in
dingy motel stops—and william watches on with his fang biting down on his
bottom lip, his hand squeezing at himself as he does so, swallowing his spit
every second, getting turned on at the sight of his twin and half brother
making out sloppily by the bed.
as it is, harry's neck couldn't be more bent if he tried, chasing louis'
standing up figure while he sits helplessly in bed, no surface to balance
himself with, no near post to cling on.
but then his hands are now moving and until they're gripping louis' elbows,
their mouths molding against each other hungrily, chins dripping of saliva.
louis' hands travel down his body and when he reaches his feet, he removes
harry's shoes and socks, letting them drop carelessly to the floor.
william decides to join them after multiple heartbeats, putting a hand on
louis' shoulder making the boy pull away from harry, and that's where william
takes over. he grabs a handful of harry's curls making the boy wince with a
soft moan—william racks his eyes at the frail boy before him, his gaze roaming
the flushed and already wrecked look on his cherubic face, the pinkness of his
cheeks and the plumpness of his lips, so, so red from kissing, shiny and wet.
william's dick twitches in his trousers at the hell of a sight, his youngest
brother who is so heavenly fit, and that's enough for him to surge down and
press his lips against harry's too, making the boy squeak a tad at the forceful
impact, body flopping down on the bed for how rough william is being to him.
they make out for a while, with william climbing on the bed and gripping
harry's waist, flipping them over so harry is straddling his hips instead, his
fingers wounded and tangled on the boy's curly locks.
from behind them, louis is stripping and chucking away his clothes, quick to
work, taking a hold of his cock and pumping lazily at it while he watches them
exchange spits.
he sees william squeeze at harry's waist, and then he's pressing him down on
his raging bulge, thighs and legs spread wide part, forcing harry to
deliciously hump on him. it's fucking hot. so fucking hot.
ever the pleaser, harry easily obeys to his brother—with another string of
moaning, he aligns their still clothed cocks and grinds against william, their
mouths still melting against each other's, tongues sliding together with their
slimy spit.
after a while, louis is eventually joining them on the bed, holding a bottle of
half-empty lube and squirting some on his dick. he clears his throat and that
makes harry and william stop from almost eating each other's faces off; they
look at him, both sporting hazy eyes and heavy eyelids. "think it's time,
will," murmurs louis, stern and horny.
william nods, agrees with his twin. so he makes to sit and pushes harry off
him, gently so, to which harry complies for, looking back at them with those
big doe eyes and innocent angelic face, something that makes the twins' hearts
ache at such beauty he possesses. and—isn't that just ironic? because if the
twins are being honest, they are the ones who are held hostage by harry's
innocence here, by his charms and demure, not them holding harry hostage with
their nasty ways.
harry's got them both wrapped around his dainty long fingers, and the poor
young boy doesn't even realize it. louis would probably do whatever harry would
say; all the same with william, despite he is supposed to be the toughest shell
amongst them.
odd. the three of them.
while william undresses himself, taking his varsity jacket off and the rest of
his clothes and underwear, louis on the other hand crawls toward harry in bed
and helps him out of his clothes, surging forwards and licking inside harry's
mouth once, then as harry's discarded clothes land on the floor somewhere in
the room, louis' mouth is immediately latching on his exposed nipples, perky
and pink, making the boy visibly shiver against him, making grabby hands around
his neck.
"louis, lou..." he breathes out, chest rising and falling daintily.
louis steadies him by holding on his petite torso, while he sucks on his left
nipple, quite eagerly so, flicking his tongue on the bud, causing the boy's
chest to heave fast, very much responsive and sensitive, their little baby
brother so prettily subby.
as william comes back to bed with them, fully naked too just like the two of
them, he puts each hand on their shoulders and that gets their attention, louis
letting go of harry so william can finally lay him down on the bed because it's
about time.

["so," william mutters, looking down at harry who's got his balled fists lying
limply over his chest, looking up at them with softly blinking eyes and hanging
   jaw, flushed pink from his forehead down to his chest, curls sticking up
                             everywhere the m...]
"so," william mutters, looking down at harry who's got his balled fists lying
limply over his chest, looking up at them with softly blinking eyes and hanging
jaw, flushed pink from his forehead down to his chest, curls sticking up
everywhere the mattress. "i suppose this is gonna be your first time, harry?"
licking his lips, harry nods as he mumbles, "y-yes... i... i've never done it
with anyone before. whatever this is."
"you promise?"
"i promise. only you two, will. lou..."
william sniffs, nodding. louis hums beside him, clicking on his tongue and
tilting his head to the side, looking down at harry sprawled submissively
before their eyes.
louis opens his mouth, contemplative. "well, i don't know if you're aware, but
we'd both be fucking you, hazza."
harry bites his lip, shifting a little in blatant nervousness. "uh, and... how
do you suppose that work?" he whispers.
louis and william share a look, and it's william who shrugs, while louis says,
"you'll see, i guess."
ending their little stalling, william reaches for harry's ankles once and for
all and pulls them to the edge of the bed, to which harry gasps for, ever the
dodgy young boy, and then william situates himself to lie on the bed.
louis reaches for william's cock and pumps at it, whereas harry just watches
quietly next to them, eyes wide and jaw hanging open.

 [louis reaches for william's cock and pumps at it, whereas harry just watches
            quietly next to them, eyes wide and jaw hanging open]
louis smirks at him, before he leans down and puts william in his mouth. he
sucks him off—sucks him off with such practiced ease, considering they've done
this a hundred times (by the lockers of the footie team, while they shower
together, at their dirty kitchen when no one's home, in their mother's car when
they're drunk to their bones and feeling horny, and even at the cafeteria when
the chef wasn't around) (there's just been so many instances, basically).
but anyway...
once william is perfectly slicked up with louis' own spit, pre-cum pooling at
the tip of his cock, louis goes for harry next, but instead of sucking him off
too, he only wills for the younger boy to spread his thighs apart for him, and
then louis is pressing two lubed fingers in his warm, tight hole, slowly but
surely now, inserting them with a little bit of force until he stops at the
knuckles.
"nghh, oh—fuck."
harry hisses, screwing his eyes shut and throwing his head back on the
mattress, hands gripping at the sheets on either side of his hips. louis smiles
up at william who is now bending down to take harry's dick, tugging on it twice
before putting it in his mouth, stuck out tongue lapping at the head first, and
then at the base next, swirling it with strength and firmness, muscles tensing
and eyes closing at how huge harry is when tenfold hard. his neck veins show
when he widens his mouth open, pushing further down trying to swallow the
entirety of harry's shaft.
back to louis; he prods at harry's hole, quite quick and wet and smoothly,
trying to find his prostate just with the use of his two fingers, fingerfucking
him properly, and leaning to lick a stripe, while william does the wonders with
his expert tongue, blowing harry. his head bobs up and down, and harry is a
wailing mess beneath their grasps. "w-william, oh god," comes his plea, throaty
and mildly choking.
william pulls off with a wet pop, and he looks over at harry's squirming body.
"you lovin' that, baby?"
the youngest boy writhes on the bed, doesn't answer but is moaning louder now
as louis fingers him faster, harder—prepping him, really, for his and william's
cocks later—and just as william swallows him down again, until he reaches the
back of their eldest brother's throat.
and he mildly gags, william, making louis giggle a little, the younger twin
adding a third finger to stretch harry even more. harry hisses again, "oh,
prick," he curses around a groan, and louis is fascinated as he watches harry's
thighs shake uncontrollably, his toes curling on either side of louis.
william pulls off after a while, again, then he's looking at louis hazily, lips
swollen pink and wet and messy, urging louis to lean in and kiss him. just
once. something william hums against, before he's signaling for louis to get
down to business.
"haz," william calls, voice groggy from sucking harry off, raspy and low. louis
stands aside, waiting for william to get under and to position harry above him,
because they're double penetrating the young boy and he knows it would work
that way. they've only got one hole to fit themselves here, and said hole just
happens to be so damn tight as their brother is a virgin, so it's gonna be a
hardship, but they gotta get this out of the way, which, they are. they fucking
are.
lying back down himself, william motions for a sex hazy harry to climb on top
of him, hole a bit spent from louis' three fingers just now that had jabbed on
his sweet spot over and over, curling and scissoring, knees a little bit wobbly
as he moves and does as william's told.
"william... lou... what...are we..." harry doesn't finish; then again, he never
does. louis may or may not have observed that about harry ever since they're
kids. it's when he's confused about something, but also a tad frightened, that
that kind of habit will make its appearance.
so louis holds on harry's back, caring and soothing, "sshh, hazza, just sit on
william's lap and i shall get everything done."
harry looks at him, lips wobbling as he nods, so innocent and small. pretty and
cute. louis refrains to sigh dreamily, just proceeds to fetch the lube and one
of the two condoms they have, tearing it open with his teeth, and wearing it
around william's cock for him, letting go of the elastic that produces a
plastic to skin slap, before slicking it up with the banana flavored lubricant.
at his peripherals, louis can tell harry's arching his back to look over his
shoulder, and louis' just about had it with him because he's just too fucking
cute, isn't he?—the curious kitten he is.
louis then gazes up at harry as he wraps a hand around william's cock, then—
"ready, baby bro?" he asks, husky and wolfish.
biting on his lip, harry merely nods, blushing madly with his eyelashes
fluttering prettily, and then louis doesn't waste any more time, lining up
william's dick across harry's pinkish rim, making harry turn back around and
face william underneath him, hands dropping to the sheets on either side of
william's face.
"holy—shit—," he gasps, eyes rolling at the back of his head, mouth forming a
perfect o, william's hand holding him by the waist and guiding him to sit down
on his dick, fully.
harry throws his head back, adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows,
chest flushing extra reddish. "oh, fuck!" he groans out this time with william
bottoming out, whimpering helplessly as william fucks up into him in one swift
upwards thrust. harry squeals, balancing himself by leaning onto william's
chest.
then louis is watching them, just as william finally starts to fuck harry while
harry clings onto him like a lost baby, sitting on his thighs with his pale
pert bum, thighs spread apart, william's cock buried balls deep in him. "ahh,
ahhh, fucking— ohhh," harry lets out, chants in bliss, strings of swear words
added to the mix. louis and william both find it hot, because bambi hardly
swears.
putting on the other condom on his cock, louis squirts some lube on himself as
well and slicks up his length, pumping just twice, thrice, and then he's
stalking towards the shaking bed with william's power thrusts fucking up to
harry. "ohh, oooh," harry keeps on squeaking, and louis just gets even more
turned on by the sweet sound of that.
william huffs, "feel so good for me, hazzie. feel so fucking good."
just when he thinks harry's stretched enough, after a moment, louis is
eventually coming up by the edge of the bed and he reaches over to steady
harry's hips with his hands, grabbing on his bum cheeks and kneading a little,
spreading it wide apart.
harry startles at that and looks at him over his shoulder, cheeks so blooming
pink now and—holy fuck, he's got tears on his eyes, and he's so, so loose and
dazed and sex hazed. he's got tears rolling down his flushed cheeks, but he
looks oddly turned on and satisfied though more than anything, and. just. shit.
louis leans in and kisses his cheek, very much charmed by the pretty boy, then
without further ado, he's also lining up his own cock next to william's that's
already inside, and—swoop. louis pushes in.
"oh, fuck, louis!" harry cries—yells, really—collapsing on william's chest just
as louis' pushed further inside, william's cock slowing down from thrusting in
and out to make way for him. some space.
louis holds harry securely, coaxing him into getting used to two thick cocks
inside of him, rubbing soothing hands across his milky, lean back. "you're
fine, princess... you're fine," he reassures, murmuring sweet nothings in
between.
the submissive boy's hands are clutching on the bed sheets, little whimpering
sounds coming from his gaping pink mouth, and louis—he just—can't—help pushing
in, until he's also balls deep in his baby brother. "oh, yes," william mutters,
panting in mild exhaustion from the position he's in.
once louis has, however, bottomed out finally, harry releases another loud and
deep groan, "oohhhhh... fuck. fuck."
and louis doesn't stop rubbing circles on his back, "you alright, haz?" he
rasps, whispering in harry's ear. the boy grunts in response (probably too
incoherent to talk, too fucked out and stimulated to think), only nodding once,
and then both twins are starting to move again, william smirking wickedly and
louis nipping along harry's neck wanting to mark him up.
william hugs around harry's narrow torso while he thrusts upwards with manic
eagerness, making harry's back arch artfully as he whimpers, and louis grips on
harry's lithe waist, fucking in and out all the same. they're in sync, almost
like when louis pushes out, william pushes in. alternating cocks that's hitting
harry's prostate.
louis can see their cocks sliding in and out of harry, as he is the one behind,
sharing just one spent hole, loose and open, stretched at an odd circle shape
for taking two cocks, almost looking like an oblong at how it is practically
swallowing two girths and lengths at the same time.
it's obscene, is what it is. and dirty and wrong and abominable, but. louis
is... he's strangely getting off to this. he's getting off to the sound of
harry's wails and sobs, his pleas and whimpers, loving the feel of his cock
brushing with another cock, fucking just one warm hole. everything feels
fucking heavenly—addicting—excellent. and he is really, really royally fucked
in the head.
louis closes his eyes, concentrating to coming himself, choosing to ignore the
occasional brushes of william's own cock against his despite it feels so
fucking hot; and william does the same though, but he still has one eye open,
still, looking at harry above him who's tearing up as he grits his teeth
in—pain? in pleasure? both? william doesn't know, but what he knows is he's
very close to his climax, so he leans in and captures harry's mouth in a chaste
kiss, sucking on his bottom lip and letting go of it with harry's little
wince—and then, with just one whimper from harry, william is shooting his load
on the condom, filling it up while still buried deep inside the pretty young
boy.
he stops, william, but louis doesn't, not yet, continuing to fuck harry and
pound faster and harder into him, encouraging william to do the same. more,
more, more. we're not done here yet, brother.
harry's cock is still left unsettled in between their bodies, but william can
feel that harry has been leaking himself. he reaches down and tugs on the
youngest boy's dick and, well, that's apparently all it needs because harry is
finally spilling too, making a mess of their pressing abdomens. he groans,
heaving hard and panting, hot breath fanning william's throat, then he's just
lying flatly on william's body after that, thighs sagging down in exhaustion.
louis above them is still thrusting, but he's just chasing his orgasm now,
leaning down and biting on harry's shoulder with his fang, and—there. he's
filling the condom with his sticky semen. "fucking hell, best fucking orgasm,"
he rushes to say, moaning with his o shaped mouth. william almost laughed, but.
he's just too worn out. it's been awhile since he's joined yet another
threesome and fucked a virgin twink. he should run some more with the lads, get
fitter to store longer stamina.
as much as louis still wants for harry to ride him, the poor boy is looking
like he's five seconds away from dozing off, so perhaps what happens next is
the three of them collapsing over each other, sighing in contentment and
relief.
the room reeks of sex, reeks of their come's scent, but none of that matters
when harry chokes on his tears and that in itself startles the sudden rush of
taciturnity that's washed all over the chilly room.
one by one they release their cocks from harry's spent hole, rim all puckered
and red, louis' teeth mark staying on the boy's pale shoulder.
he ignores the guilt that's suddenly coiling in his tummy though, instead he
pulls at harry's pliant body, and rolls him over the bed to lie with his back.
he cups his face and look him straight in his mildly dilated eyes; baby's in
subspace, that's evident. "you did so well, haz, you've been so good," louis
gushes at him, caressing his cheek and thumbing away at his tears. "i love you,
baby, i love you."
he peppers harry's face with sweet featherlight kisses, his nose, his eyelids,
his forehead then lastly his parted lips. his breath catches on his throat when
harry kisses him back, because that's the last thing he's expecting for the
young boy to do. does this mean he forgives them?
"haz...?"
the cherubic boy blinks open his eyes and hums under his breath, then—he's
releasing a kittenish yawn...? "yeah, lou?" he mumbles sleepily.
louis breaks into a silly smile at the cute sound of his voice, and so does
william who's finally joined their little drowsy sweet moment, pulling at the
covers to cover their nudity, as he takes the spot next to harry from the other
side.
"you're not mad at us, are you?" louis asks, voice small and caring. william
motions for him to dispose of the condom, and he does, blindly so, considering
his eyes never leave harry's rosy face.
just then, the boy shakes his head, no. and he's releasing yet another yawn.
longer this time. louis' heart melts with it.

 [william hugs harry as he nuzzles his face at his side, closing his eyes and
 it's only then that louis starts beaming again, getting under the covers with
 the two of them, putting an arm over harry's tummy and nosing at the crook of
                                  his neck]
william hugs harry as he nuzzles his face at his side, closing his eyes and
it's only then that louis starts beaming again, getting under the covers with
the two of them, putting an arm over harry's tummy and nosing at the crook of
his neck.
before they completely succumb to their exhaustion, william realizes that they
haven't cleaned themselves up yet. so without waking his two brothers up, he
makes for the bathroom and fetches them a flannel, and being the eldest one, he
cleans up his younger brothers, pecking their foreheads one by one as they
dream.
 
***** XI - the realization *****
                             XI - the realization
when harry woke up the next day, naked nuzzled in between his older brothers
who were just as nude and warm and bare as him, looking soft at the edges and
messed considering what they did the night prior, harry had thought that that
was the end of it.

 [when harry woke up the next day, naked nuzzled in between his older brothers
 who were just as nude and warm and bare as him, looking soft at the edges and
 messed considering what they did the night prior, harry had thought that that
                              was the end of it]
he'd just lost his virginity to two penises fitting themselves in him, right?
thus it should be enough, shouldn't it? he had already did the sex with them,
and so perhaps they should be done with him.
he was wrong.
william was the first one to stir awake, the fiercer wolf, and he looked at
harry like he'd seen a ghost; pale lips and pale blue eyes, red cheeks
and...fuck. those furrowed brows.
harry thought he was in trouble seeing those, that maybe it infuriated william
he was still there and he didn't even make the effort to go back to his own
room before the lot of them had to wake up.
well, he was wrong about that front too, it turned out.

[he was about to apologize, about to leave the bedroom with his chest peppered
with lovebites when william lifted a hand, and he was quick to duck his head at
          that, because he thought william would hit him; he didn't]
he was about to apologize, about to leave the bedroom with his chest peppered
with lovebites when william lifted a hand, and he was quick to duck his head at
that, because he thought william would hit him; he didn't.
when harry opened his eyes, slightly squinting to the hand of william that was
still hovering over his chin, harry was brought back to reality when he
realized william was only reaching over to pat louis to consciousness.
and when the other boy did so, harry's heart skipped a beat, because, "fucking
wake up, lou, don't be rude to our guest."
"hnnghmm?" garbled louis, eyelids still heavy and blinking sleepily, pillow
creases denting his cheek, the side of his chin damped with his saliva. it was
quite gross, the sight of it, but harry was too caught up to the prettiness of
his morning face to even comprehend that anyway.
his blue eyes that are very identical to william flicked to dart over at harry,
and, as though he was a kid again who had finally seen santa in person, louis'
face turned into this...this beaming, sparkling sprite, and he grinned,
mischievously at harry as he finally decoded what message his twin brother was
trying to send, and then the next thing harry knew was that louis was biting on
his lip flirtatiously and was fluttering his eyelashes at him, murmuring,
"well, hey there, good morning, little one."
"uh, m-morning, lou..." he replied, anxious and blushing, didn't know what else
to say or do. or think for that matter. he just figured he had to return the
greeting.
and boy was the answering smile was quite breathtaking, crinkles by louis' eyes
making their grand appearances, making harry's chest tighten and for his throat
to close up. his head buzzed, he felt dizzy with the huskiness of louis'
voice—it boggled his mind why that was.
and then...
william spoke, annoyed and impatient. the usual. "what are you waiting for,
louis? school's in two hours, we've no time for—"
"for teasing, i know, i know, god, you're such a demanding little bitch." louis
rolled his eyes, scoffing.
william laughed, low and condescending. "i am, aren't i?"
louis smirked, purely evil and with intent. "you are, asshole."
the older twin hummed, satisfaction lacing his voice. "oh, you fucking love
it."
sitting up, louis shook his head at his twin brother and muttered under his
breath, "that i do," before he was taking the covers off of the three of them
in bed, exposing their naked bodies from underneath them, making harry's
insides flutter and his face to grow numb, and—
—and louis was grabbing a hold of his thighs and legs, hooking them over each
of his mildly toned shoulders.
harry had gasped, heart stuck to his throat. "lou, what are you—" he didn't
finish, wheezing inwardly as he felt himself flush hotly.
william was also up in a second and he was chucking the bottle of lube to
louis, to which louis caught smoothly without breaking his and harry's eye-
contact lying over the bed. "just a little token of the last night's events,
baby brother," said louis quite...vaguely. then he winked. "we just want you to
remember the best fuck of your life, yeah?"
"w-what do you mean by that...? what are you up to?" harry stammered, hushed
down and feeling dazed already, his nipples feeling cold as they perked, the
bite mark of louis' teeth at the blade of his shoulder throbbing as a reminder
of how he had been deflowered. everything was too hot too much.
and as he looked at his brother right now, feeling quite high with wanton,
libido pooling at his belly, feeling vulnerable as well as pliant. subby... at
first, harry thought louis would mark him up again, and that instead of doing
that to his neck, like he did the first time as some kind of truce seal, he had
presumed louis would do his inner thighs that second time around.
he was, once again, wrong.
because then william was whipping out a—"do you know what this is, haz?"
william asked, holding up a small gleaming item with a pinkish glittery jewel
thing indented on the top of it, then some type of elongated tail at its end...
it was...sorta pretty, if harry was honest.
although, freakishly, just one look at it had already made harry queasy, his
dick thickening in between his spread out thighs, that were still hanging off
of louis' hard shoulders, mind.
it was just, all too scary and at the same time...exciting, see, and it was
also just so odd that he was finding his brothers quite exquisitely good-
looking in their rumpled getup at that moment, with the whole bed hair and
flushed chests they were donning, after-sex glow radiating off of their
glorious nudity.
harry might or might not had been so weak back there, because when louis
finally broke the eerie silence saying what that thing was that harry didn't
know of yet, too innocent to know such explicit thing, really, he wasn't able
to do much anymore, except for—brace himself.
louis started to lube his fingers as he mumbled, "this is the buttplug we've
been telling you about, h." he spurted some more to his palm and brought it
down in between his thighs to start pumping on his dick. "we'll basically come
inside you, and then we plug you with this beautiful, expensive sex toy, then—"
"—you'll go to school wearing it for us, until we meet again at home so we can
take it off ourselves," finished william with a smirk on his lips. "morning sex
is the best sex, besides. the three of us will benefit from this."
...and...
harry all but choked on his spit, because fuck.
**
and by fuck, it meant his brothers fucking him once again that morning, both of
whom contentedly shot their loads inside of him, and then, just like they had
said, plugged him with the fancy looking buttplug, sweats trailing down their
bodies, biceps glistening and chests heaving as though the three of them ran a
marathon.

 [and by fuck, it meant his brothers fucking him once again that morning, both
 of whom contentedly shot their loads inside of him, and then, just like they
  had said, plugged him with the fancy looking buttplug, sweats trailing down
                             their bodies, bic...]
william and louis both kissed him and they made out for a while, before their
mother came into the picture and harry had to stumble back to his bedroom,
before she could even take the first step up to the second floor.
it was so intense, and harry had something thick and metallic cold his warm
walls were tightening around, feeling quite sticky and dirty and reeking of
sex. harry all but wanted was to take a shower, because school would start an
hour by then.
**
so yes. yes now, harry is in school, and he's carrying his brothers' come in
him—fucking crazy, that—down there, surprisingly not dripping from his clothed
bum hole, the one with its walls clamping around a synthetic jewel-headed
buttplug, serving as a token his brothers said.
right now, harry can tell he's all red as he stands here with the tips of his
white converse pointing towards each.
he's been blushing since they all left the house with their father driving them
all to school this morning, with the worst part of both his twin brothers
sitting at either side of him, like hawks watching closely over their targeted
meal they were.

  [he's been blushing since they all left the house with their father driving
them all to school this morning, with the worst part of both his twin brothers
sitting at either side of him, like hawks watching closely over their targeted
                                meal they were]
and even then with louis' fast hand sneakily trailing his fingers down harry's
back until they reached the crack of his bum from behind, sliding them further
down to find the head of the buttplug and pressed them firmly and tight in
harry's hole.
william cocked an eyebrow at harry just as he looked up, and then those
watchful blue eyes darted to louis next to him, and he broke into a knowing
smile when he caught on just what louis did. which was to adjust the sex toy.
harry was so turned on he couldn't sit properly the whole ride, always
squirming in his seat and squishing his bum against the leather. louis had
laughed lowly, and william only huffed. harry couldn't be more embarrassed if
he tried he knew.
**
he's waiting by the lockers along the hallway for zayn and niall now,
refraining from seemingly looking like constipated because of the thing that is
stuck and nestled in between his arse cheeks, wiping incessantly at his
forehead like a nervous wreck, for his system keeps on producing cold drops of
sweat, almost damping his head. and god, he is so not used to this...
although...
he bites his lip.
because, for some reason he feels oddly satisfied, loves the feeling of the
soreness of his thighs—those that are littered with beard burns at the moment
(caused by louis' light stubble), some bruises and kiss marks decorating them
(when william had been so hungry for his milky flesh), all made possible by his
brothers when they took turns on him before they descended the bed—

 [because, for some reason he feels oddly satisfied, loves the feeling of the
soreness of his thighs—those that are littered with beard burns at the moment
(caused by louis' light stubble), some bruises and kiss marks decorating them
                              (when william h...]
—as well as the achy tingles that he can still feel in his bum, around his
waist, his legs that got cramped, his jaws and throat that got spent, all
because of his first ever sex last night.
harry is...
shit. he's getting used on that one, isn't he? why is he getting used to this
whole thing?

   [leaning back against the lockers, harry looks down on the ground, eying
   various shoes of students passing by the area, hearing their cackles and
                       gossiping, giggles and laughter]
leaning back against the lockers, harry looks down on the ground, eying various
shoes of students passing by the area, hearing their cackles and gossiping,
giggles and laughter.
he thinks to himself, maybe he is gay after all.
he's never liked girls in his life, he realizes, never had a crush on one.
he never even really took the opportunity to be with someone at all, even when
girls admittedly throw themselves at him ever since puberty has began hitting
him.
but then again, coming to think of it... harry never actually liked a boy too.
like, ever...?
when he met zayn, the boy looked so handsome, like he was almost perfect
really. white pearly teeth, pink lips, chill and laid back personality,
wonderfully drama-free, thick eyelashes framing such gorgeous pair of hazel
brown eyes...

 [ white pearly teeth, pink lips, chill and laid back personality, wonderfully
  drama-free, thick eyelashes framing such gorgeous pair of hazel brown eyes]
he was like the boy version of barbie, zayn malik. and yet, harry had been
nothing but platonic with him. even when sometimes harry can tell zayn is
flirting with him, always holding his hands back then and kissing his cheeks,
hugging him constantly.
because the boy is just so sweet and touchy, honestly. zayn is this boy who
always wants to cuddle another living individual, see, but of course,
preferably niall, his boyfriend now.

 [ zayn is this boy who always wants to cuddle another living individual, see,
              but of course, preferably niall, his boyfriend now]
and that's another handsome bloke, isn't he? niall horan. blonde head, pale
skin, killer smile, crystal blue eyes and amazingly spontaneous personality...
perfection, the both of them.
but still, harry isn't sexually attracted to neither. none of them.
and ever since then, his mind will always go back to...
louis and william.
the twins and their breathtaking smiles.
those piercing blue eyes they own, those thin pink lips they share that release
venomous words at him, at harry, ordering him around, but then sometimes are
sweet... but mostly really, really vicious though, and yet, shockingly even to
harry, he still preens for them.

[as well as their odd, divided personalities that are frequently hard to handle
99% of time; louis' strange upbeat quirkiness, mood swings and giddy approach,
              then dark and twisted mind and spirit from beneath]
as well as their odd, divided personalities that are frequently hard to handle
99% of time; louis' strange upbeat quirkiness, mood swings and giddy approach,
then dark and twisted mind and spirit from beneath.

[as well as their odd, divided personalities that are frequently hard to handle
99% of time; louis' strange upbeat quirkiness, mood swings and giddy approach,
              then dark and twisted mind and spirit from beneath]
and then there's william with his unperturbed controlling streak and dominant
alpha reputation, demanding and stubborn and oh...so...fierce.
they are both fifty shades of fucked up, layers and layers of vile and angst
and degrading; their madness. they're also a bunch of assholes and harry is
annoyed by them, and,
and yet. yet.
harry... he... he's...
he brings a hand on his mouth, starts biting on his nails just as realization
hits him, eyes suddenly wandering the lively place that is a mere void of white
noise.
his lips part. "i'm only ever attracted to them..." he whispers, to no one in
particular, but—
but himself.
and this is the part where he knows—he is now sure of—that he is so, so royally
fucked.
***** XII - the punishment *****
                              XII - the punishment
when harry went home that day from school, all flushed red and an anxious
nervous wreck, with the idea of him being not-so-straight after all as he'd
marveled on about that matter over and over that same day, he was still wearing
the buttplug securely in his arse and his older brothers were hot on their
heels following him up the stairs.
"don't make any noise, little one." it was william and his dauntless demeanor.
harry obeyed. always.
just like how they swore earlier that day, they did remove the plug from him
and it was louis who caught the come to prevent them from dripping and leaking
all over the bed sheets, making harry hiss at the suddenness, the warmth of
louis' tongue against his puckered rim lapping, the hole sensitive and pink and
so, so wet.
louis ate him out, with gusto and wolfish eagerness, squeezing hungrily at his
spread out thighs like his life depended on it. "fuck me sideways, can't get
enough of this cherry," he groaned.
harry writhed over the bed, blushing and moaning, still clad with his white
socks and rubber shoes, black trousers pooling at his ankles since they didn't
take it off, while his hairless youthful legs were wrapped over louis' back,
the back of his knees over louis' nape.

 [harry writhed over the bed, blushing and moaning, still clad with his white
socks and rubber shoes, black trousers pooling at his ankles since they didn't
 take it off, while his hairless youthful legs were wrapped over louis' back,
                              the back of his...]
william watched on, quiet and amused, and harry's eyes locked with his while he
squirmed about the bed, those blue eyes glinting with mischief and lust
and...something else.
harry was left to clutch on the sheets, couldn't move his torso, afraid either
of the two would disapprove. he didn't want them shaking their heads at him;
for some reason he wanted them satisfied, sedated and proud. he was already
quite fucked in the head like them, perhaps. somehow.
he wouldn't admit it.

[moments passed and then louis was finished with him, leaving his hole cold and
        wet and clenching at nothing, louis' tongue sliding out of it]
moments passed and then louis was finished with him, leaving his hole cold and
wet and clenching at nothing, louis' tongue sliding out of it.
louis descended from the bed as he slapped at harry's thigh, then it was
william's turn as they'd seemingly grown accustomed to taking turns on him,
william eating him out next.
"shame. louis swallowed everything down. such a greedy little fuck." he clicked
his tongue, shaking his head in amusement.
harry all but blushed, biting on his lip as his balled fists came to rest over
his chest where his shirt was bunched up, revealing his navel and pale tummy.
william proceeded, and harry was a whimpering mess by the time they were both
done with him.
 

  [that day, louis kissed him on the lips, his breathing calming down by the
                    second, and then he was falling asleep]
that day, louis kissed him on the lips, his breathing calming down by the
second, and then he was falling asleep.
his senses blacked out after a few moments, and the last thing he remembered
was of william, running his fingers through his curls and tucking some strands
behind his ear. "sleep well, sweet boy."

[the next day was wholly different after that; and harry figured he, maybe, was
                                    queer]
the next day was wholly different after that; and harry figured he, maybe, was
queer.
**
it's a wednesday night and kylie invited harry along to her party at their
house, just a bit of chilling and some mock tail drinks for the guests, since
they're all basically illegal yet to drink alcoholic beverages, except for
william and louis though who are very insistent with taking some in their
system, bringing their own vodkas ("we're old enough" they said, with smug
facial expressions), because yes, they were invited as well.
it seems like ever since that time they visited while kendall, harry, cara and
kylie were having a pool party, kylie instantly grew a liking towards them and
therefore she kind of strives to be friends with them now, the reason why she
included them to her exclusive party list of guests.
harry is only a bit queasy about it, being in the party with his older
brothers, who are currently chatting up kendall and cara by the bar somewhere
far from the edge of the pool, while harry is sat on one of the pool chairs
next to niall and zayn, his own tagged along guests that kylie approved of.
yup; she said zayn is beautiful and chill, and that niall is an easy to an eye
type of boy and such a fun one too, easy to get along with, so. so yeah...
back to the matter though, harry really is, like, feeling uncomfortable himself
right now, not because louis is looking at him from where he's nursing a glass
of vodka (obviously not listening to what kendall is saying to him) like he's
gonna be his dinner for tonight, but rather because of this thing they inserted
in his arse again.
it's a different one this time, harry's certain; it isn't the same stainless
buttplug with a jewel head, but rather a purple phallic shaped kind, with some
controller that had been included in its box when he first opened it. another
"present" from his brothers.
he sighs inwardly, thinking about it—couldn't stop thinking about it, really,
feeling the thing warming up around his walls and staying as a constant
reminder how he's under his brothers' blackmailing, still, despite they've done
quite a lot to him now.
and the fact that even in this kind of place, in this sort of lively
atmosphere, he's still a captive of them.
like, he just has this feeling of them having the authority to just jump him
anytime, see, even when there are people who might witness, and even in spite
of their relations.
he just...really knows how these two can get; how they show no mercy, nor act
appropriately in certain places, hence the backseat rimjob (so it's called that
then, courtesy of louis and his impressive sexual activities vocabulary; harry
can roll his eyes at it forever, honestly), as well as the public gents room
incident. and also the cafeteria public display of n.s.f.w., that very much
unnecessary cheek-lick that louis did to william while harry looked on.
shaking his head, tearing his gaze off louis' malicious incessant staring
figure across from him, being the pool their only wide barrier from one another
(thanks, pool), harry faces zayn next to him and finally listens in to what
he's been saying.
"...i just think that they should let me put up my arts. i mean, it's my room,
i should be entitled of it."
niall sighs, hugging zayn and rubbing at his back, "yeah, babe, totes. they
should let you do whatever the fuck you want with it. those cunts, i swear to
god."
so it seems like they're talking about zayn's new room then, their new house,
where he and his parents moved. poor artist boy, not being let be with his
masterpieces.
just as harry's about to drop his two cents regarding zayn and his rights as
the new owner of his new bedroom, harry's eyes go big and become the size of
pinballs, and his words abruptly die in his throat, because fuck—fucking hell,
something vibrated in his—oh god. what was that?
a second passes, and there it is again, making harry gasp. wait, is that...?
almost having a whiplash, harry looks up immediately just in time to see both
william and louis smirking at him from across the area, with louis sipping on
his drink like nope, it wasn't me, and william licking his lips, some girls and
boys with mock tails in their hands milling about them, some jumping on the
pool and laughing.
harry doesn't mind all that but only the dark playful gazes his brothers are
shooting at him, with william holding up a—?
huh...shit. the fucking controller!
"hey, z-zayn...? nialler? i think i... i need to use the bathroom," he stammers
out, feeling his cheeks heat up almost instantly.
and then he can feel it again, the thing inside him vibrating harder, faster,
the thing—oh. wait a minute... is this—holy fuck, it's a freaking vibrator.
no...no fucking way. they really did it this time, they really want harry
fucked. oh god.
quick to stand up, tripping a little on his own two feet, slippers quite steep,
harry excuses himself to the loo, going back inside the jenners' house and
ignoring the intense looks the twins are directing at his retreating figure.
harry quickly searches for the bathroom inside the house, feeling the vibration
going tenfolds, the thing moving faster and faster around his walls, that just
keep on clenching as he walks.
harry chokes out a very loud strangled moan once he located the bathroom and
got inside, hoping that the area itself is soundproof.
harry hurries up—can't quite take the overwhelming feeling anymore that's
pooling at his lower abdomen, panting heavily and feeling so fucking hot—and
shoves a hand in his yellow trunks, grabbing hold of the vibrator in between
his arse cheeks and pulling it out of his rim.
he leans heavily on the sink as he sighs in relief, dropping the still
vibrating phallic thing near the drain and stares up at his reflection on the
vanity mirror. god, he looks a mess, curls sticking up on different directions
and cheeks so blooming red.
and—his eyes go wide as he notices he forgot to lock the door, and just as he's
about to make for it, there's a figure on the frame of the entryway and then
there are hands shoving him back inside. "oomphf!"

  [harry hears the slam of the bathroom door, but thank god the lock doesn't
                                    click]
harry hears the slam of the bathroom door, but thank god the lock doesn't
click. one look at the shirt that has snoopy on it and two drawings of crown
harry knows already it's william that's followed him all the way from the pool
party to the bathroom. "nice hideout," mutters the older twin darkly, a lazy,
smug smile painting his lips.
harry grunts, flushes, as his back hits the cold tiled wall, and then in a
second william's all up in his space, both hands on either side of his face.
their eyes meet, and harry all but freezes in this moment, his heart rabbitting
in his chest and wanting out.
the older twin looks at him like he's done the biggest sin, and he knows just
why. because he—"why did you take it off, hazza? who fucking told you to take
the fucking vibrator off?" william growls, holding him by the jaw now and
cocking his face sideways. "forgot about the rules now, baby?"
harry whines under his breath, libido acting up, just like that. "i-i'm sorry,
william, but that thing was—was—"
"what?say it," william bites out.
harry pants, feeling his blood rushing up to his head. "it was kind of... kind
of distracting," he breathes out, feeling high with the feeling of william's
crotch that is now easily grinding against his own.
he can feel the coolness of the tiles against his clothed bum, being squished
like this, so cornered firmly and barricaded, as william presses up against him
even further.
"distracting," says william sardonically, "lame excuse, h."
harry gasps, feeling the way william is now trailing kisses up his neck,
throat, stopping at his adam's apple. "look, william, i'm—," gasp, "i'm sorry,
i didn't mean to—"
"oh, you meant it, sweetheart... don't even deny it," he cuts in, harsh and
making harry deflate. william pulls back and blinks at him, eyes cold and
empty. he tells him, "so now, you get punished, yeah?"
"uh, h-how—?"
"no fucking questions."
not even having the time to recompose himself, harry lets out a shocked squeak
when william drops down to his knees in one quick retaliation and pulls down
harry's yellow shorts, revealing his dick and pale bum, tapping at his legs to
move them up so william can take the only thing that's keeping him from being
entirely naked, throwing it away somewhere in the huge bathroom.
then a shrilly squeal escapes harry's lips next when william stands up again
and hauls him up by the back of his thighs, carrying him effortlessly and
pressing him up against the wall, once again, urging him to wrap his legs
around william's waist.
harry has no choice but to grab hold of william's shoulders to balance himself
and to avoid falling, and william all but reaches down in between their tummies
and releases his cock amidst them.
harry's eyes almost bulged because of a few realizations that first, he's about
to be fucked, and second, they haven't a lube in them, and the only thing that
would serve as some type of leverage is the fact that at least he's stretched
because of the vibrator from earlier. but that isn't enough, is it? jesus fuck.
just when harry thought william is gonna fuck him without lubricating himself
first, harry is completely taken off guard when william forced open his mouth
by shoving two fingers in it. then, "make them really, really fucking wet for
me, haz. start sucking," william orders, voice extremely low and taunting.
harry, with his heart stuck on his throat, getting harder by the second and hot
and so, so horny, obliges. he sucks, and he can taste the saltiness of
william's fingers, feel the warmth of them on the lap of his wet tongue, is
almost choking at the way william is urging them further inside his mouth,
about to nudge the back of his throat. he produces slurping sounds as he
suckles some more, almost as if he's blowing william's fingers, slicking them
up good.
and then, harry eventually coughs, and that's the only time william slides his
now slicked up fingers out of his mouth and then he's pressing them down across
harry's rim and spreading some spit around the walls, and oh...
harry hisses at the sensation, tightening his legs around william's waist by
instinct.
the process doesn't take much longer from there as he is quick to slick up, and
suddenly william is lining up his cock along his hole then, and—he pushes in,
quick and harsh, causing harry to release the loudest moan he can muster,
making grabby hands for william's shirt and almost digging his fingernails in
against his flesh.
"motherfuck—," william grunts at that, but then he's easy to recover as though
nothing hurts him, and then he's fucking up to harry eagerly, pressing him up
against the wall at every thrust and pound he makes.
harry whimpers, throwing his head back and hitting the tiles, feeling so full
of william's cock that's deeply pushed inside of him, fast to find his sweet
spot, jabbing at it over and over as the older twin quickens his thrusts.
mewling, harry's dick creates friction on its own as it gets constantly brushed
by their bellies, squished in between them and leaking and rock hard. harry
wants to cry.
"that's for being a disobedient boy, harry," william pants against his
collarbone, nipping at his skin there while he continually fucks up into him,
rocking them both up and down against the bathroom wall.
"oh, fuck, fuck..." comes his chant, throaty and soft. harry's toes curl, and
his legs are having cramps, but he doesn't let up (he doesn't have a choice,
not really) as he jumps up a little to adjust his weight over william, the
older boy not stopping at all with his steady rhythm, fucking him and thrusting
upward, hitting at his prostate.
harry croaks, "i'm sorry, i'm sorry," not really knowing what he's doing now,
feeling so high once again, pleasure and pain coursing through his veins. his
pulses pump as well as his heart, blood heating just as william's slapped his
palm at his thigh. and then again, and again. and until his skin looks a fresh
red and numbing, stark against his milky complexion.
slowly now, harry can feel he's close, can feel his orgasm making its presence
at the head of his throbbing cock, ready to shoot. it's all too fast, he feels
so horny and hot this way, and he just can't go on for longer. he grits his
teeth then, "i'm coming—"
"no," william interrupts around a growl, sounding angry and determined. "don't
you dare, harry, you're not—allowed," he rasps out, heavily breathing.
harry's eyes go wide, "w-what—but why? w-william, i can't hold it—"
"you can! it's part of your punishment."
hearing that, harry can't help whine, especially when once again william's
jabbed at his prostate gland, once, twice and another one. ooooh god, his eyes
are shutting in pure bliss, head lolling to the side.
but then the door to the bathroom suddenly opens, and harry's head snaps up; in
comes... oh no. "having fun without me, eh?" louis says around a chuckle,
smirking as he closes the door behind him, this time with the lock sounding.

   [harry gulps, looking at louis and his black muscle tee, his tanned arms
 littered with tattoos, and then those piercings he wears and that tight black
 skinnies, and—and then he's back with wincing and releasing strings of moans]
harry gulps, looking at louis and his black muscle tee, his tanned arms
littered with tattoos, and then those piercings he wears and that tight black
skinnies, and—and then he's back with wincing and releasing strings of moans.
william hasn't halted from fucking him.
"here," william says after a while, slowing down with his thrust. he hoists up
harry and adjusts him around his hips, walking backwards and beckoning for
louis to stand from the other side and be against the wall.
louis is this giddy boy whose grin so wide who is bounding excitedly as he gets
behind harry, and then william is commanding him to take out his cock.
harry mewls at this, almost preening, shockingly even to himself, once he sees
louis' cock spring up again, much bigger than william, that monster, he must
say, and then the younger twin is slicking himself up with some stripes of spit
with the use of his tongue lapping across his own palm, reaching down and
pumping on his shaft.
and that's how harry gets two cocks in him again, when louis finally lines up
the head of his cock next to william's that's already shoved in, sliding it in
alongside the older brother's slow thrusts.
harry cries out, "holy fuck," when louis bottoms out, and louis just really has
to giggle at the sound of his cry while william only grins wickedly, then
they're back to what they're doing and begin to build a perfectly synchronized
rhythm.
harry's eyeballs roll at the back of his head and his eyelids shut down; and
like, is this how harry's life is going to be now?
perhaps.
it's him being fucked by identical twin brothers whenever they want... which,
shit.
some might think that's hot; considering louis and william look really handsome
and possess such breathtaking smiles, dazzling blue eyes and amazing footie
skills. everyone adores them. so unfair, harry thinks.
well...he will probably never admit it, but fuck, he's actually getting used to
this...
he's really, freakishly so, feeling quite alright with this. this kind of setup
with them.
he hardly feels pain with them, see, they don't hurt him. they may be quite
bossy and demanding of his time and body, but he only ever gets pleasure where
they're involved—for one louis makes sure he's cared for after sex, kissing him
and saying he loves him, and william would always watch him and wouldn't leave
the room until he falls asleep, cleared of tears and come.
hmm, okay, except maybe for that one time that he didn't tuck harry to bed,
that first time he rimmed harry, because the older boy had heard their mother
calling his and louis' names...so he had to leave without caring for him. harry
forgives him for that. he has to. he's fucking full of william's cock right
now—both his and louis' cock.
going back to his senses, harry all heavylidded stare back at william and once
again begs, "can i—?"
william is quick to shake his head. "not until lou and i did..." he tells him,
head on and deadpanned.
harry whines highly on his throat, so, so desperate to squirt his load now,
feeling the wetness of his over sensitive slit.
louis behind him is quicker and harder to pound between he and william,
clutching tightly on his waist and kissing along his back, whereas william in
front of him keeps on kneading on his thighs and looking at him openly, with
his gaze so dark and intense.
harry shuts his eyes, and he thinks he's passing out, but then he feels
something wet from within and he knows, one of his older brothers has finally
shot their load inside of him. their thrusts go smoothly as there is dripping
semen lubricating harry's walls, then it's william who slides his cock
out—letting it rest next to harry's own, making harry hiss and moan because
with his cock getting nudged like that, has just made him want to come more—but
the older twin doesn't let go of harry though, letting the younger twin finish
up.
after a few more moments, louis comes too, finally, and he groans throughout
it, squeezing at harry's waist and biting at his shoulder, making harry cry
himself as he winces in pain. oddly satisfying pain.
louis slides off of him, then the twins are supporting his limp body to stand
properly on the ground, jelly and soft at the edges, with louis coming up to
him in a whim and is running his hands through his curls, taking his fringe out
of his face so he can see clearly. "you okay, baby?" louis asks, cupping his
cheeks now.
harry's so warm and flushed, and he can't take his mind off the fact that he
hasn't come yet.
it's something william remembers, thankfully, and therefore he nudges louis off
harry and grabs on harry's cock, tugs at it twice, before harry's mouth is
forming an o and is spurting white strings all over william's shirt.
louis laughs at it, and harry is managing to quirk his lips into a genuine
smile at it too, can't quite help it.
the older brother huffs, but it's obvious he's just fighting back a smile
himself.
louis coos. "aww, look how wonderful you look with little hazzie's come, bro,"
he teases, pinching at william's cheek and then pecking softly on it
afterwards, the younger twin clinging on older twin's shoulder.
harry sees the blush that creeps up william's face, finally cracking as he
releases chuckles, and, just... harry can't help but feel a pang on his chest
at the sight of them like that. for some reason.
weird.
is he...seriously getting jealous of his brothers being sweet to each other
like this? as if. no... fuck no.
turning away, harry brushes the thought away and instead locates his yellow
shorts to wear it; he ignores the blatant staring of his brothers while his
back is on them, his mind whirling and doesn't want to see them being koalas to
one another.
he... he can't stay here anymore, something's telling him he needs to be
somewhere else—somewhere far away from them.
just as he's about to reach for the doorknob, his arm stops halfway. "where are
you going, harry?" one of them from behind him asks. he can't tell who, they
both possess the same voice, but he guesses it's william and his inquisitive
self.
harry takes a deep breath. releases it. "back to the party... i think, zayn and
niall are already getting worried, looking for me," he murmurs.
there's a pregnant pause before one of them responds back, the voice small and
soft, "ah... alright, well. have fun, little brother."
"will do," mumbles harry again, and then he's walking out of the loo, leaving
them behind.
out the sudden, harry's head hurts, and his mind is spinning as he walks back
to the pool party, feeling his heart plummeting as he imagines his brothers
doing something back in that bathroom without him.
are they kissing? are they having sex?
god, harry needs to shut his brain up, he shouldn't care!
sitting back on the pool chair, setting aside niall's where have you been,
mate, harry's thoughts vanish his head and then there's this one that stands
out the most, what the hell did he just feel back there? jealousy? seriously?
***** XIII - the congratulatory blow job *****
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                      XIII - the congratulatory blow job
it's been an entire week since the last time he's got something inside of him,
william and louis having been busy with footie practices all those previous
days, and that is why as he stares down at louis' shaft right now, grasping it
in his palm, harry all but swallows hard because... well, louis, again, is
biggest than the rest of them. and he just so happened to have asked harry to
"ride" him.
harry licks his lips, and then there's that quiet, lustful gaze louis is giving
him, looking at him softly with his hands resting on each of harry's hips. "do
you need more lube, h?" louis asks then, voice an octave lower, always has been
raspy.
cheeks heating up, harry stumbles out with his words as he feels shame for
probably making louis wait. "n-no, i... i'm fine, thanks."
louis just hums in response, and then harry is swallowing yet again, before
he's finally carrying himself up and situating his bum over louis' lap, the
older boy supporting him as he does just that.
harry pumps again on louis' cock, wet and slicked up, and then he's peering
down to watch as his hole aligns with the head of louis' dick, and then he
slowly sits.
harry hisses, whimpering, and then he's eventually feeling louis' thickness all
over him, fitting every space around his clenching walls. "oh, fuck yes," he
hears louis mutter huskily, and harry can't help blush madly once more, seeing
as how louis is looking so wrecked so quickly.
releasing a puff of breath, harry starts to move. he has to, even if
technically they have all day today, since their parents are out of sight (as
always), and they have no school due to the fact that their principal called it
a day off because tomorrow is going to be the championship match between their
school against an away team.
harry, zayn and niall are going to watch by the sidelines, william had made
sure they've got good seats.
harry is jolted back to the now when he feels louis taking his neglected cock
in his hand, pumping on it while harry proceeds to fuck himself on louis' dick,
humping up and down, their skin slamming against each other.
he moans, biting on his lip as he throws his head back, arching in bliss just
as he slams back down in one swift movement, louis' length reaching his
prostate and jabbing at it. "ah, ah, ah," he chants in breathy moans, one eye
producing a tear, and it rolls down on his cheek just as he's once again nudged
his sweet spot.
"oh, fuck," louis groans underneath him, gripping harshly at his waist, nails
digging on his flesh and leaving half moons. harry cries in pain at that, but
no way can he ever deny that that felt so, so fucking good.
as he continues to ride louis, meanwhile the door to the twins' bedroom door
opens, and both harry and louis crane their necks to look at who it is who's
coming in.
they sigh in relief when they see it's just william, carrying a tray of cuppas,
then harry is once again carrying on with his founded rhythm, his hole sliding
up and down louis' angry shaft, and louis reaching up to tweak at his nipples.
harry deems...he loves that—loves when his sensitive nipples get played with
like that. fuck, he's so, so horny, he's always so fucking turned on just
seeing his brothers, those dazzling blue eyes and their easy smirks of wanton.
it's crazy, it's driving him mad, and now that he's at his peak, he can't help
but preen, especially when william is watching on like that, with a dark smile
on his face, gaze with a glint of mixed mischief and interest.
hair suddenly getting yanked on by louis' dominant hand, harry squeaks out,
panting heavily as he halts briefly, and his attention is fully drawn back to
louis right beneath him, the boy urging him down for a snog.
harry immediately complies, surging down and connecting his lips with louis',
opening his mouth so louis can lick inside and taste his tongue, their teeth
almost clashing at the abruptness.
harry mewls, and then louis is pulling at his curls, harshly so with
unimaginable strength, his scalp throbbing with pleasurable heat. "lou..." he
whimpers, and just as he's spurting come all over louis' belly, louis is
thrusting upwards and fucking into him, hard and urgent, then—finally, louis is
shooting all of his load inside of him, his walls leaking with white hot semen,
getting louis' cock lubricated even more.
there's some applauding sounding inside the room in a matter of seconds, and
harry realizes it's william, clapping and wolf-whistling. "bravo!" he crows,
laughing. "that's some fucking show! thank you, thank you."
grinning, louis chuckles delightedly, proud of himself, "it was all harry,
bro," he rasps, and, god, his voice sounds so wrecked and groggy that it makes
harry preen, limping dick twitching in response.
william must've noticed, because he clicks his tongue and says, "always so
responsive, this boy of ours." louis laughs, because he agrees.
**
moments later, the three of them are lying on the bed with their tummies full
of the sweet tea that william has made specially for them.
 

[harry and louis are still naked from head to toe, not really bothered anymore
(even as the sunlight that's washing through the room is hitting their exposed
bodies and cocks, blankets out of their reach for now), and william is the only
                                one that's...]
harry and louis are still naked from head to toe, not really bothered anymore
(even as the sunlight that's washing through the room is hitting their exposed
bodies and cocks, blankets out of their reach for now), and william is the only
one that's wearing some shirt and some trackies; they're all staring up at the
ceiling as though questioning life itself.
it's quiet within the area, only the air breeze that's being let in in between
the sly cracks of the window creating some serene sound, and it's only then
that louis suddenly opens his mouth to speak. "i just realized something,"
comes his amused tone of voice, gaze still locked at the ceiling.
harry looks at him, blinking dazedly as he's still yet to come down from his
high.
"what is it?" william mumbles beside harry.
 

[then, "we haven't received a blow job from little bro," says louis, so sudden
     and laced in wonder, like almost bordering on innocent, and that is]
then, "we haven't received a blow job from little bro," says louis, so sudden
and laced in wonder, like almost bordering on innocent, and that is... well.
that makes harry's belly get swarmed by butterflies almost instinctively, his
cheeks heating up and heartbeats racing fast, moreover when louis grabs a hold
of his hip and squeezes gently.
he... doesn't know if he even knows how to give someone a blow job, or if he's
even good at that, so like... fuck.
but then, "hey, you're right..." william replies, amusement in his voice.
harry gulps, and then he looks up, blinking back at the ceiling and refusing
any eye contact with his brothers. he feels goosebumps trickling his thighs and
that makes him gather his knees up against him.
 

[ he feels goosebumps trickling his thighs and that makes him gather his knees
                                up against him]
he feels the shift in them and he knows they are both staring right back at
him.
he closes his eyes, refusing to look at any of them right now.
then again, he knows he should ready himself at this point, because it looks
like he's gonna have to do that to them any time soon. how soon? harry doesn't
know yet, but he knows that day will eventually come.
**
and when he thought that that day will come some time later, harry is wrong,
it's turned out it could happen any moment now, because when he unlocks his
phone to read a text sent by louis, his eyes widen and then there's that
amazing feeling in his belly that's sending chills all over his neck.
meet us at the footie lockers after the game. make sure you're unseen. love,
lou x
 

 [today is the championship match between footie teams—they're home team, and
         the other school travelled all the way from three towns away]
today is the championship match between footie teams—they're home team, and the
other school travelled all the way from three towns away. louis and william
spoke about the blow job subject yesterday in their room, at the lucidity of
their bedroom, and it seems like it's gonna happen today.
a blow job; how is harry even gonna do that? it's not even 24 hours later...
shit. he's not prepared for this.
 

  [watching on as the game begins, niall beside him eats popcorn and hotdogs
 aggressively while zayn next to him just chooses to lie back on his seat and
                            look as bored as hell]
watching on as the game begins, niall beside him eats popcorn and hotdogs
aggressively while zayn next to him just chooses to lie back on his seat and
look as bored as hell. harry can't really blame him, even himself isn't keen
with this sport; but william invited them along though, so he can't complain.
 

 [ harry can't really blame him, even himself isn't keen with this sport; but
           william invited them along though, so he can't complain]
twenty or so minutes in to the match, louis has scored goal and william as
well, the score being 1-2.
another half hour passes, there has been some injuries from the other team, and
then some on their own team, but then stan is kicking hard and it passes the
goalie so they're all cheering as they've finally won the match.
harry is up from his seat together with the rest of the students by the
bleachers, clapping and howling, the cheering squad chanting victory at the top
of their lungs. everyone is screaming and some are feeling defeated, but all
harry can think about is the impending meet up by the lockers with his
brothers.
just thinking about how hyped up they both are right now... how giddy and
flooding with adrenaline rush from the game tonight. harry can only wish they
would go easy on him, seeing as this is going to be another first for him.
"fuck, that was wicked!" niall guffaws next to him, jumping up and down in joy.
zayn chuckles, and then they're slinging their arms over each other, skipping
down the steps and joining the other people who are dispersing and clearing the
place.
harry follows suit, but unlike them who're feeling ecstatic to celebrate, he's
this nervous boy with a sweaty forehead, about to sneak into the footballers
locker room and meet with his footie player brothers.
just thinking about having them in front of him any moment from now, them in
their ecstatic demeanor, post-footie match championship excitement, them with
their jerseys and sweaty bodies, shoes filled with wet mud and grass, makes
harry instantly nervous and anxious at the same time, having those wolves
during their most giddy moment and wanting to touch him.
watching all the people go, some students congratulating the home team, harry
all but waves farewell at niall and zayn.
he's already told them he's not gonna be heading home just yet, lied about
staying in the library for a while for some lecture catch up. niall hates
studying, and zayn would much rather lounge about at niall's, so they easily
let go of harry without asking him for further explanation.
harry stays where he is, which is by the hallway, just watching people thin
out.
just as his phone receives another text from louis does he finally begin his
trekking to the footballers locker room, with his heart beating madly in his
chest, and his ears and cheeks warming up in utter jitteriness, already
expecting the extreme. he stops at the doors, shoving his hands in the pockets
of his hoodie, looking from his left to right for any sign of students or
teachers or heck, the team's coach, before he shuffles inside the room.
and, well, if a pin would drop in this part of the area, harry's a hundred
percent sure he'll be hearing it, because of how quiet it is in here.
 

  [and, well, if a pin would drop in this part of the area, harry's a hundred
     percent sure he'll be hearing it, because of how quiet it is in here]
there are mud everywhere, some jersey shorts scattered on the floor, some
hanging on some benches.
it reeks of the scent of sweat and body odor, and harry almost wants to gag,
because good heavens.
but he doesn't get to do that, especially when suddenly there are pair of hands
grabbing on his waist and pinning him on the lockers right beside him. "fucking
finally, haz, we've been waiting," rasps one of the twins.
one look at the number 17 on his shirt, harry knows already it's william,
and—shit, harry can smell his musky scent, feel the warmth of his body all
over, and the dampness of his hair from sweat.
"w-william, sorry, i—i made sure no one sees me," he stammers out, william
grinding once against him and then staying there with his bulge pressing hard
on harry's left thigh.
"sshh...that's fine, baby, stop apologizing," william responds, voice
excruciatingly low and husky.
harry all but nods frantically, jittery, and then william is kissing him
tenderly on the jaw before he's being yanked away from the lockers, and then
being dragged somewhere further inside the area where there are a few doors
lining up the wall.
"where are we going?" he manages to utter out, breathless and shaky, his mind
going on overdrive as he feels anxious about everything that this is.
stopping on his tracks, making harry stop stumbling as well, william looks over
his shoulder and then to harry, winking back at him with a sly smile, "in the
showers, of course. we're both sweaty and in need of a wash up. and well, since
you're already here, we thought you'd run us a bath... you in?"
blushing hotly at this point, harry sputters and he blurts, "b-but these are
showers, i'll get soaked—"
"we brought you some clean clothes, silly, it'll be fine if you get wet,"
william says, and his voice is unbelievably fond and soft that harry almost
thinks he's being mistaken, blinking rapidly at the boy before him.
because...this is william, innit? this isn't louis... is it? how come he's
being so nice?
"o-okay, uhm..." he murmurs shyly. mildly confused.
"alright, so," william says, and then he's ushering harry inside the showers
room.
as they get inside, almost instantly he sees louis sitting at a bench, still in
his jersey as well with the number 28, head bent down and tapping on his phone,
with a concentrated facial expression.
he looks up when william scuffles his shoes against the tiles, making some
noise, and almost immediately louis is smiling widely, and then he's waving at
them with that silly headband pushing up his fringe. "hi."
harry bites at the inside of his cheek, feeling butterflies swarm in his belly,
"hey, lou."
louis stands up from the bench and sets aside his phone alongside the headband
that he takes off as he ruffles his long hair, leaving them there on the bench.
he walks toward them and then he's leaning in and pressing his lips against
harry's cheek without a word or anything.
harry gets a whiff of his smell as well, the fact that he smells of grass and
mud and nature. oddly so, harry feels a twitch in his pants, and, fuck.
why is this turning him on? their post-footie match odors? what the hell...
"so," louis starts to say, stealing their attention. he directs his gaze
towards harry, spreading his arms wide as he speaks. "pretty princess, aren't
you even gonna congratulate us? we won."
harry flushes hotly. "oh, uhm, i, yes. congratulations, by the way. it was a...
a good game. you both were pretty impressive..."
louis grins. "thank you, little bro."
harry ducks his head, curls framing his cheeks. "you're welcome," he whispers.
"well, guess it's time for the congratulatory blow jobs, then," says william
with a chuckle, voice echoing loudly in the area, "and obviously, a bath."
okay...here goes.
feeling hands grasping both his wrists, harry perks up as he is lead towards
one of the stalls, and almost instantly his heart crawls up in his throat.
they get inside the shower and louis and william let go of his hand, and—and
then they stop.
harry blinks at them, doesn't know what to do with himself, with his hands, is
being awkward just standing here in his hoodie and jeans and rubber shoes. what
does he do now? what do they want him to do next?
nervously now, he puzzles.
but then, william cocks his head sideways and louis only yawns loudly, and then
breaking into a cheshire grin right after.
william wiggles his brows. "undress us, lil hazbro?"
and, oh.
"oh, i—i—"
"oh, come on, don't be shy, baby. come up here and take our clothes off, then
be naked with us, and then we'll shower, yeah?" louis' eyes crinckle as he
smiles, and harry feels those fireworks.
hesitating a little now, harry walks toward them, a bit wobbly now as he goes,
harry stands in front of william first and with shaking hands, harry reaches
over the hems of his jersey and starts peeling it up off his torso, william
complying and raising his arms up slowly—as slow as harry's movement—and until
harry gets the top off his body, william taking the jersey and chucking it out
of the stall.
harry gasps when william grabs on his hand and pulls, wills him to hook his
fingers at the waistband of his shorts. "do it, love..."
harry swallows and then he's pulling the shorts down, kneeling on the floor
until it's out of william's feet. and then his shoes and socks are next as well
as his knee pads, all of those chucked out the stall.
"okay, okay! me next!" louis chirps, getting impatient. harry bites at his
bottom lip, hearing that upbeat voice of louis'.
facing his other brother then, harry takes his time taking the jersey off
louis, his eyes can't keep still as they avert from time to time to louis'
chest tattoos then to his sleeve tattoos, and even so while louis is smirking
lazily at him, their faces inches away from each other.
harry decides to just look down, but then again he's still successful with
taking louis' jersey off and then he's kneeling down to take louis' bottoms off
next, and his knee pads, as well as his shoes and socks.
he stares up at them, questioning, pleading eyes in display. "do i still have
to...?" he whispers.
william nods once, while louis grins knowingly.
taking a deep breath, harry makes for louis first and pulls his briefs down for
him, his already hard shaft springing up and making harry swallow really big.
louis puts a hand on his mouth and stiffles his laughter, while harry only bows
his head in embarrassment, cheeks so hot he's afraid he'll implode.
once he's done with louis, he faces william behind him next and works on his
briefs, pulling it down for him and also getting his hard dick springing up.
harry looks away immediately, cheeks beet red because shit, that almost slapped
him on the face. he gets rid of both his brothers' underwear and then—there are
hands pulling him up to his feet.
"your turn, little one," louis whispers, quite fondly...
harry licks his lips out of self-consciousness, and then he can feel warm,
calloused fingers gracing the skin of his waist, and his hoodie is being pulled
up off his head, eventually, his arms coming up over his face to follow their
movements.
he sees his hoodie being thrown out of the stall, and then louis is dropping
down on the ground to work on his jeans, pulling it down in one quick tug, and
then in no time he's almost all out naked.
 

 [he sees his hoodie being thrown out of the stall, and then louis is dropping
down on the ground to work on his jeans, pulling it down in one quick tug, and
                  then in no time he's almost all out naked]
his shoes and socks are already out of the stall, and all there is left is his
briefs. his toes curl underneath him and he feels quite exposed; seems like he
can never feel a hundred percent confident when it comes to the hungry gazes of
his brothers directed to him after all...
just then, william and louis both kneel in front of him and they look up
through their lashes as they stare at him, louis biting on the garter of his
underwear and william hooking a finger on it.
they help each other and once and for all pull it down, making harry's hardened
cock breathe.
harry chokes on the sight, the fact that they're all here in one narrow shower
stall and naked from head to toe, breathing as one with the air surrounding
them steamy and warm.
it's william who switches the shower on and then they are quickly getting
soaked by the spray from atop their heads, harry gasping loudly at the
coolness. he looks down and watches as dirt and water mix together and go down
the drain, louis and william's abs dripping with drops of spray.
 

[louis suddenly comes up behind him and snakes both arms around his waist, and
 harry's heart gets stuck on his mouth in retaliation, releasing a moan as his
  mouth opens in bliss, especially when he feels louis' hard cock nestling in
                              between the cle...]
louis suddenly comes up behind him and snakes both arms around his waist, and
harry's heart gets stuck on his mouth in retaliation, releasing a moan as his
mouth opens in bliss, especially when he feels louis' hard cock nestling in
between the cleft of his arse cheeks, the length and thickness of it sliding
smoothly against his arse crack, wet with spray water and dribbling with
precome.
william with his fringe dripping wet and sticking to his forehead smiles
wolfishly in front of him, cupping his cheeks and leaning in, capturing his
mouth onto a full-on snogging, dirty and aggressive and urgent, their tongues
sliding against each other with their spit making obscene slicking sounds.
william groans through their molding mouths, and harry is all dazed and pink at
the cheeks by the time william cuts the snog short, still can feel louis
grinding deliciously from behind him, squeezing hungrily at his arse cheeks and
slapping on them occasionally.
william then nudges harry, and harry's pulled out of his momentary trance as he
puts all attention to the older twin. "time to suck cocks, dollface," he tells
him in a low and raspy voice, gaze darker now than earlier, no more traces of
fondness whatsoever.
harry's jaw slightly drops, because—how in the world does that work?
no futher warning or whatnot, william slaps louis' arm to detach from harry's
back and then william is pushing at harry's shoulders, forcing him to kneel on
the ground.
he almost lets out a startled squeak at that, but then he's interrupted when
there are two hard cocks that are slapping themselves on either one of his
cheeks.
his eyes widen, and then he's staring up at his brothers from where he's
kneeling on the floor. they stare down back at him, their brown hairs all
damped and sticking to their faces, some droplets of water landing on harry's
flushed cheeks and shoulders where he's crouched helplessly down.
he opens his mouth to speak, to say he doesn't know how to "suck someone off",
but again, he isn't able to do that when a cock is being put inside his gaping
mouth without pretense or whatever, his stuck out tongue tasting the slit and
foreskin, and, oh.
it's kinda...salty, he takes a notice of, and then he realizes, that it's like,
the same with how william's fingers tasted that last time he made harry suck on
them.
oh, wait a minute. maybe harry can use that as his pointers... the way that he
sucked on william's fingers that one time at the jenners.
"hey, harry, mind getting to work?"
"give us something that will make us love you even more, yeah?"
screwing his eyes shut as a drop of water goes to his eyelid, harry nods his
head, quite determined to gain his brothers' love, for some unfathomable
reason, mind, and then harry is reaching up to grab hold of both their cocks.
he starts out with pumping on them, just like how he sees it when they do that
to him, and then next he leans in, going for louis first.
he stares at it, admiring once again how he's so big, before he parts his lips
open to make way for his tongue and—he licks. just once, a kitten lick of
little stripe across the head of louis' cock, and then kissing at that tip and
suckling a tad.
 

[ just once, a kitten lick of little stripe across the head of louis' cock, and
                 then kissing at that tip and suckling a tad]
the younger twin hisses above him, and harry dares a peek and, wow, louis seems
so...affected by this.
because amazingly, his reaction says it all, the way his eyes are shut close
tightly and his head is lolling to the side. that sight alone brings a spark of
determination to harry, so when he executes his next move, this time he's
finally out of resistance.
he opens his mouth wide, and just like how he lets spoonful of food in his
mouth, his tongue peeks out first, and then he's putting the heaviness of louis
in his mouth.
he starts experimenting from there, wrapping his lips around the cock and
sucking.
some fingers tangling through his curls start to tug and pull, pushing his face
further louis' cock and making him swallow him whole until harry can reach his
balls with his bottom lip.
 

  [some fingers tangling through his curls start to tug and pull, pushing his
face further louis' cock and making him swallow him whole until harry can reach
                        his balls with his bottom lip]
he isn't let go of immediately, and until he's out of breath and wanting to
cough that william pulls at his hair again and lets him breathe.
harry heaves hard, and then he's back on it again, swallowing louis' cock and
then pulling, bobbing his head back and forth now as he swirls his tongue at
the base.
william is praising him now, "yes. fucking yes, that's it, harry, you're doing
it," and harry can't help but be so into it, preening and mewling in excitement
at the newly learned activity.
he fastens his pace, sucking louis off soundly with slick sounds and a bit of
gagging, while his other hand that's holding william's cock is moving as well
and pumping the older twin's length.
later on as he takes a break from louis' cock, suddenly his instinct is to take
william's cock in his mouth next, tongue lapping at the base and feeling the
weight of it above his jaws.
william groans in response to his advances, and then this time it's louis' cock
that he's pumping.
he suckles william's cock with gusto, with manic willingness and pulls off with
a pop, pumping both their dicks now with such graceless, clammy gripping hands,
eliciting some moans and grunts from the two boys above him.
harry's breath hitches in his throat when he dares a look up at his brothers,
the way they are biting on their lips and closing their eyes in bliss, the way
they're supporting to hold themselves upright on the walls, just so their legs
and composure don't give in...
it's as if harry's got all the powers against them, as if for once he's the
boss around here. like he's the reason for their vulnerability and as to why
they're showing weakness... how they suddenly went lax and soft, and shit, he
thinks he can get used to being in control every once in a while.
as harry gets back to business, taking turns on his brothers, sucking louis off
and then pulling out, just so he can suck william off next, eventually one of
them mumbles out, "'m fucking close..."
harry just gets more encouraged at knowing that, and he pumps eagerly now while
he licks and sucks on each dick, sometimes trying to fit two cocks in his mouth
just so.
 

[once again there are hands pulling at his hair, and that alone makes him moan
out sweetly himself, and then he's feeling that wet patches of precome sticking
    to his chin, once he pulls off of louis' cock and there's a web of come
                             trailing and conn...]
once again there are hands pulling at his hair, and that alone makes him moan
out sweetly himself, and then he's feeling that wet patches of precome sticking
to his chin, once he pulls off of louis' cock and there's a web of come
trailing and connecting them.
it's filthy, it's dirty and it looks so, so entirely wrong, but harry feels
explicit and bold and horny at this moment that he just doesn't give a fuck.
he watches, dazed and wrecked as his brothers pump their own dicks in front of
him, and then william is pulling at his hair so he can face his cock
forcefully, and then—he's spurting his come all over harry's face, the sticky
white hot stripes hitting him on the cheeks and some on his eyelids, and...
holy hell.
this is probably the hottest thing harry's ever engaged himself in, that's for
sure.
and even add louis to the mix, who also yanks on his hair and forces him to
face his dick, shooting his load all over harry's chest and some hitting his
nipples, then some on his tongue as louis points his slit on the tip of his
bottom lip.
harry's immediate reaction to all of this is take louis in again in his mouth
and suck on his shaft, cleaning the come off him and then gulping everything
down, because his mind and body are telling him so, like they just crave those
white spurts. strangely so.
after all that, and after harry's also clean william up with just the use of
his tongue, harry is willed up to his feet and the twins are kissing the life
out of him, praising him and peppering him with genuine compliments, louis
grabbing on his chin and capturing his lips into a searing hot kiss.
 

 [after all that, and after harry's also clean william up with just the use of
 his tongue, harry is willed up to his feet and the twins are kissing the life
  out of him, praising him and peppering him with genuine compliments, louis
                             grabbing on his c...]
harry kisses him right back, his aching jaw from so much blow job making him
wince a bit, but that doesn't matter right now as he savors louis' sweet mouth
with his, their tongues tugging and sliding wetly against each other.
they shower properly after that, but of course they also take care of him by
making him come. william has had him bent over the wall and fucked his thighs,
while louis situated on the ground beneath him to blow him and make him come.
no one catches them even as they're wearing their clothes after that steamy sex
in the shower stall, and harry's just so touched that they brought his favorite
sweater and his favorite pair of jeans to wear back home.
louis cheekily smiles at him. "knew you'd appreciate that," he says, voice worn
out from taking harry in his mouth just now.
 

 [ "knew you'd appreciate that," he says, voice worn out from taking harry in
                              his mouth just now]
harry smiles softly down to the clothes. "yeah, i really do. thank you," he
mutters in awe as he brings that wide, dimpled smile up to them, starry, glossy
eyed and blooming red from having sex.
william hums, shaking his head, "no, h, thank you," he mutters, and then he's
zipping up his gym bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "that was some mind
blowing bj. no pun intended." he smirks.
harry ducks his head, hiding his face that's blushing deep crimson, he just
knows. he doesn't say anything to that, still is shocked and overwhelmed
himself about what he's just done.
"yeah, never thought you had it in you, hazzie," louis beams, knocking their
elbows together.
and just at the sound of that giddy voice has harry finally cracking and he
rolls his eyes. "you guys are leaving me no other choice..."
louis giggles. "okay, fine, that's true."
"but you love it," william pipes up, raising an eyebrow.
harry closes his mouth, and then he's back to deflating. he doesn't know if he
should say something about that...yet.
a beat passes, and then william is walking past them, heading out the lockers;
louis follows suit and then harry.
no words were spoken after that, and even as they pile inside their mother's
car, and even then as they get home.
harry heads to the kitchen while the other two go upstairs.
tea, thinks harry, he needs one hot cup of tea to calm his nerves, because he's
just become such a goddamn sinner.
Chapter End Notes
     who do you ship more? william/harry or louis/harry? and why? (:
     thank you if you're going to answer!
     and again, thank you for reading!
     comments are always appreciated <3
***** XIV - the pain *****
Chapter Notes
     warning for blood play/knife play :/
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                XIV - the pain
today is their mother's birthday, and since harry is her only son in blood,
he's the one who's the most keen on helping her out in the kitchen to prepare
themselves some grand dinner. as always.
 

  [well, it's not like that's the only logical reason though, because really,
 harry's always loved helping his mother with absolutely anything she asks him
                                      to]
well, it's not like that's the only logical reason though, because really,
harry's always loved helping his mother with absolutely anything she asks him
to. it doesn't have to do with the fact they're the only fully blood related in
this household.
harry just loves his mother so much, as much as she loves him back, and maybe
that's why sometimes...
sometimes harry gets worried that one of these days he and his brothers will
get caught by either their mom or their father, because he's sure as heck
they'll flip. oh, fuck they will definitely flip.
harry may be unsure yet, for now, with whatever it is their parents will do
once they find out about their behind the scenes activities, but... he's a
million percent certain it won't turn out good anyway. it just won't turn
out...pretty.
he gets chills just thinking about it, honestly.
taking a deep breath, harry lets go of the thought as he grabs on one of the
potatoes in a bowl full of water and starts peeling it.
he puts it right back afterwards, takes another potato and peels the dirt-
filled skin.
it goes on like that until he's done with all seven potatoes, then he walks
toward his mum who's stirring a pot, tapping on her shoulder and smiling.
"i'm done with the potatoes. what do you want me to do next?"
his mother smiles at him, ruffles his curls and then says, "just take the
chicken out so i can marinade it."
harry nods, beaming as he grins with both his dimples out, then turns on his
heels to head to the oven.
he pulls it open, holding some potholder, then takes the tray with the chicken
all steamed on it.
he sniffs in, taking in the mouthwatering smell, then he faces the table behind
him, almost tripping with his own two feet when he sees his brothers strolling
inside the area with louis and that lazy smirk, then william and his usual
bored facial expression.
 

   [he sniffs in, taking in the mouthwatering smell, then he faces the table
  behind him, almost tripping with his own two feet when he sees his brothers
strolling inside the area with louis and that lazy smirk, then william and his
                            usual bored facial ...]
great. just great.
harry almost drops the tray at the sight of them—because these two just never
stays over during the weekends! especially not on harry's mum's birthday;
they'd rather be at some house party of some sort! this isn't them, what the
hell?—luckily enough though, he's already near the table, and thus the tray
landed over its platform. safely. he sighs.
then again, there's that metal to wood crashing sound that still erupted,
causing their mother to look over her shoulder and check what's up.
william snickers in result to that and louis shakes his head with a teasing
smile, and harry can't help but duck down to look if he's made a mess or if
everything's in order, cheeks all hot.
thank god, nothing went wrong. "sorry about that, mum," he mumbles sheepishly.
william tsks, smirking.
 

["clumsy hazza," mutters louis, absently so, picking up a knife from the rack]
"clumsy hazza," mutters louis, absently so, picking up a knife from the rack.
"aww, that's fine, honey. just be careful though, alright? we need that chicken
safe and sound. i'm sure your father will appreciate it if he finds one during
the feast." she chuckles.
 

                               ["of course, mum]
"of course, mum... of course," harry murmurs, blushing even hotter as he gazes
down on his reddish hands over the table.
their mother only giggles heartily, then goes back to what she's doing, but
then the twins don't go unnoticed by her. "what are you boys doing here in this
lovely evening? aren't you supposed to be at a friend's?"
"oh, uhm, yeah, well," it's william who's quick to respond, clearing his throat
as he probably racks his brain for an alibi. "they, uh... didn't hold a party
tonight, mum. and besides, it's your birthday... wouldn't miss it for the
world."
harry wants to gag at hearing that, and even coming from william of all people.
is he for real? he muses in his head.
but then he watches as the older twin goes toward their mother and hugs her
from behind, making her laugh. harry can almost sense how tensed she's being,
and how shocked she's seeming.
"aww, that's just sweet. it means a lot, son," she coos softly, ruffling
william's hair. harry bites at his lip as he looks at the veryodd commotion.
"anything for you, anne," says william, and it's just weirding harry out even
more, especially that he sounds so fond?
"well, don't mind harry and i, love. you boys can go watch tv or something,
we'll finish here, yeah?" reassures his mother.
the older twin shakes his head almost immediately. "oh, no. no, i want to
help," william says, sounding...genuine. well, okay? that's...
"really?" their mother looks at him, eyes wide, "are you sure, darling?"
he nods, beaming now. he reminds harry so much of louis. "yes, totally!"
their mother puzzles, "i... okay, then," but then she's quick to change persona
just to appease, grinning warmly, "if that's the case then maybe you can take
the trash out? it's full."
 

 [shrugging like it's no big deal, as though he isn't bewildering people right
                          now, william gets to work]
shrugging like it's no big deal, as though he isn't bewildering people right
now, william gets to work. and fast. "sure," he says smoothly, and then he's
springing into action.
harry looks to his mother just as his mother looks back to him, both of them
sharing a stunned look. she mouths, what's gotten into him?and harry can only
scratch at his head, doesn't know the answer to her question.
they leave it eventually and just watches with silent gazes as william comes
back, insisting to help some more. harry must say he's quite impressed.
**
moments to their sputtering about in the kitchen, harry all sweaty and smelling
of spices and condiments now with his ringlets all damped, the poor sod he is
can't help but feel a little bit...suspicious, perhaps.
it's just that—there's this niggling feeling in his stomach that he can't help
but take a notice of, can't help feeling a tad queasy anymore, and so he
finally looks up. he looks up to check on louis, specifically.
that boy who keeps to himself with whatever it is he's been doing for the past
half hour.
because honestly, he's done nothing. he's just been lounging about in here but
he's not even doing anything. like he's literally just there, sitting on the
counter with his legs swinging underneath, holding a knife in his hands
and—that's it. that's literally it.
well, aside from the fact that he seems so invested on that stupid thing.
while harry and william are helping their mother out with everything she asks
and says, tells them to do, louis on the other hand is glued and pretty much
occupied with that freaking knife he's holding. like, seriously.
 

                              [ like, seriously]
harry. is. just. so. done. with. it.
because whatever it is he's trying to achieve, it's making harry, quite
frankly, nervous; it's making him jittery. just like he's itching to ask what's
up.
but whatever it is that just by looking at louis hold that knife like that,
staring at it like it's some kind of a magical thing—jesus christ, such a
weirdo—that harry is feeling, harry still can't help but... be curious somehow.
like, what even is going on in louis tomlinson's head right now? what is wrong
with him? god, harry wants to know! god, he's dying to know! why is louis
looking at that sharp object like that? why does he seem so drawnto it?
harry decides he doesn't like this one bit. it's just. creepy. he doesn't—oh
god, oh god, oh god. holy mackerel, wait. louis caught him looking. shit.
quickly now, harry looks back to what he's doing, which is chopping the radish,
avoiding longer eye-contact with his crazy as heck brother.
three minutes have passed, and nothing happens. harry chances another glance at
louis, and—he's gone? harry blinks at this, rapidly so, looking for the knife
somewhere over the counter, feeling so, so nervous now than earlier.
he doesn't see the fucking knife.
that startles harry. that startles him so hard. as if his body has just began
moving on its own, harry heads for the sink and washes his hand, wipes them on
the apron hooked around the handle of the fridge.
he emerges from the kitchen and then out to the living room. he looks for
louis.
**
it doesn't take much to learn where louis went. in no time harry's spotted him
at their garage, and—fuck, he's holding that knife? what is he even doing?
what is he planning?
walking quietly, opting for stealthy, harry walks around their car and sneaks
from behind louis. he peers over and he sees how louis is pocketing the knife
in his jacket. god, he even wore a damn jacket.
 

  [one more move to his left, harry accidentally topples a stray can of paint
their father owns, and that makes louis whip his head around and, he knots his
       brows together before he's tackling harry against the car window]
one more move to his left, harry accidentally topples a stray can of paint
their father owns, and that makes louis whip his head around and, he knots his
brows together before he's tackling harry against the car window. harry gasps,
squeaking, and then he's being crowded ruefully by louis, the younger twin
grabbing a handful of his curls and then bending his head back, his throat
stretching to the pull.
louis glares. "what do you think you're doing, baby bro?" he asks lowly, voice
terrifyingly cold. harry realizes then that maybe this is one of those days;
when louis and william will have their...reverse.
reversal of personalities.
it's strange, it's freaky, but it's legitimate and it happens from time to
time. louis is the twisted one, and william is the control freak. it's always
like that with them.
"shouldn't i—shouldn't i be the one asking you that, lou?" harry manages to
utter out, scalp being pulled and aching a little, louis' grip on him
tightening and bordering on sadistic. harry gulps when he sees eyes flick down
to the knife in his pocket.
he whips it out, just as harry's dreaded, and then he's—
"have you been following me?" louis asks, all dark and cold. no traces of
mischief. harry's breath hitches when he finally feels the cold pointed metal
against the flesh of his neck, louis dragging it along his skin, the feeling
quite... gosh, harry can't explain it. but he is fucking scared right now.
 

                     [ but he is fucking scared right now]
"l-lou... what are you doing? why are you..." harry stammers, lips parted in
fear and anxiousness, gaze darted downwards as he follows the sliver of the
knife handle where louis' hand is clutching.
louis huffs, narrows his eyes at harry. "i was just... experimenting something.
why are you so curious? wanna be that cat that gets killed, harry?" he murmurs,
voice raspy and really, really low that harry almost doesn't catch half of what
he's said.
regardless, harry swallows hard, and he feels the metal dig at his throat where
his adam's apple bobbed. louis looks at him, quiet and thinking, and harry does
the same. in this moment, harry can't breathe properly, rooted to his spot and
frozen completely, fretting and muted. louis' eyes flicker down to his lips,
those blue eyes glinting, and harry can't help but lick at them lips, the air
surrounding them dull and suspended.
just then, louis mutters, "fuck it," and surges forward, hastened; harry
releases the breath he's been holding, dick hardening, as their lips meet
halfway. louis drops the knife on the ground just so, and wraps both of his
arms around harry's lithe waist, while harry snakes his arms around louis'
neck. it's quite frantic, very teenager-ish and lovesick, and it makes harry's
heart soar.
they snog passionately, right here in their family's garage, almost rocking the
car parked peacefully beside them as their tangled up bodies grind clumsily
against it, louis' hands roaming his body and stopping to grab and knead on his
butt.
harry mewls at that, opening his mouth as he lets louis' tongue slip inside,
their lips tasting of cherries and something else sweet and minty. harry loves
that—loves how louis' breath is always fresh at all times.
shirt all messed up, harry's flushed red and his cheeks are blushing crimson by
the time they're parting for air, cutting the kiss short, and louis just looks
so excruciatingly shaken and disheveled that it does something in harry's
belly. like some sort of bursting somersaults. his heartbeat races.
"come with me upstairs, hazzie?" louis whispers to him, voice a little bit
groggy, his lips all swollen and so, so pink.
harry nods, feeling dazed and high with sex adrenaline, libido tingling.
"okay," he whispers right back.
harry watches as louis picks up the knife from the ground again, and then the
next is he's interlocking their fingers as they retreat back inside the house
hand in hand, heading for the staircase, louis being the one pulling him up the
steps.
harry is easy to comply. he's always been easy to manhandle. very subby. he
thinks he'll probably never change. up to this day he still doesn't know if he
likes the possibility to stay for so long.
as they reach the second floor, louis walks them to the first door; it's
harry's bedroom. louis opens the door, and then he goes inside, still holding
harry's hand. he turns around and shuts the door very quietly...locking it.
if he's quite honest, harry doesn't know just what the fuck has gotten into
him, because fucking seriously, who even in their right minds would agree to
come up the stairs and be alone in a bedroom with louis fucking tomlinson, who
has a fucking knife in his jacket in the first place? like, who?
first off, louis can be insane at times when he wants to, and harry of all
people should know that; he's seen it. secondly, he's holding a knife that he's
just pointed at harry not even ten minutes ago, has graced the sharp object
against his flesh like a freaking lunatic killer. and lastly, he just locked
the freaking door—did not slam it, mind, probably because that might be heard
from the people downstairs, and they will find out, and—well, shouldn't harry
be feeling frightened right now?
that's the real question here, innit?
but why the heck—why the heck is harry not even feeling a little bit terrified?
because if any, he's just all out feeling so, so horny and excited, so, so
eager to find out what is it that louis is planning to do now. specifically
with him.
with him, and with that knife.
is he gonna mark harry with it? is he going to wound him? create a scar across
his milky flesh? what?! what?
just then, louis faces him and he slips his hand inside his pocket, and then
he's fishing out a—a lace panties?
"what's this for?" harry asks, quite breathless.
louis pushes the clean white, ruffly thing toward him and nods, "i wanna try
something. put them on."
eyebrows furrowing, pulses racing and with his head swimming with so many
unanswerable thoughts, harry takes the offered laced undergarment and pushes
past louis then toward his study desk. he thinks this is where he wants to get
naked, wear this piece of clothing.
sniffing once, he then starts undressing, feeling bold and a tad confident as
he takes fabric by fabric off his body, revealing his skin and limbs, chucking
his clothes aside. yes, despite he knows louis is watching his every movement
right this minute, he doesn't feel shy anymore. it's just... he's come
accustomed to the burning attention.
just as he's taken his briefs off, suddenly he feels hands touching his skin,
staying on his hips, and then there is louis feeling him up from behind, hard
bulge pressing in between his bare arse cheeks. harry closes his eyes,
shivering at the sensation of another body crowding against him, his head
almost lolling to the side at how good that feels. it seems like he's really
enjoying this thing with them now, it's just... so weird and exhilarating at
the same time.
swallowing, harry hears louis murmur in his ear, "wear them, princess. i wanna
see you in them..."
nodding slowly, gently, harry once again opens his eyes and picks up the
undergarment from the desk, and then he bends down to full capacity, making
louis step back, then he wear the lace thing on either of his legs, pulling it
up, up, and up until they're secured around his lower hips, his dick strained
from within the see-through thin fabric.
louis turns his body around, and harry, pliant and petite, leans to the boy
manhandling him easily, sighing softly when louis latches his mouth against his
collarbone, starts sucking on his skin and licking stripes passionately, slow
and dragged like they have all the time in the world. harry's breath hitches,
dick twitching to the feel of wet tongue nipping at his skin.
louis peers over his lashes then to him after a moment—after he's marked harry
up with a beet red hickey—and harry catches the way he licks at his lips, blue
eyes bright and glassy. harry licks his own lips because of the sight of louis
looking so attractive like that, a bit scruffy and rugged, hair a delicious mop
of mess on top of his head.
they don't exchange words.
but then louis is leading him toward the bed, and harry is following like a
lost puppy, quiet and obedient, wearing the white panties with nothing else on.
louis stands back, and then he—
he pushes harry down to flop harshly on the bed, harry's bum bouncing on the
soft mattress, making his eyes go instantly wide. he swears to god, louis and
his mood swings...
then—he watches, with his heart beating madly in his chest, as louis takes his
jacket off, the knife once again visible. he smirks lazily at harry, then
winks, "i hope you're not too afraid with this, haz. just want to...try
something new."
gulping down a lump, harry keeps his eyes on louis, who is now walking towards
him by the bed, clutching on the knife and staring down at him with such intent
and sly focus. louis reaches eventually, and he crawls over it until he's
holding onto harry's thigh, squeezing it at large, then—
there he goes again with the knife.
unsurprisingly now, even to himself, harry goes instantly hard just by feeling
the metal creating contact with his hip, the jut of the sharp object gracing
against his sensitivite skin.
 

  [he gets goosebumps feeling that, horny and whining softly, and louis just
   keeps dragging the pointy object along his hip, and then—he's bunching up
harry's panties with his left hand, pulling at the garter as he lays the knife
                              in contrast to it]
he gets goosebumps feeling that, horny and whining softly, and louis just keeps
dragging the pointy object along his hip, and then—he's bunching up harry's
panties with his left hand, pulling at the garter as he lays the knife in
contrast to it. harry's chest starts to heave, and then there is louis, leaning
down over his body, parting his lips open as he directs his gaze to harry's
face.
harry can feel the knife digging the lower louis leans down... then it's
digging harder...deeper against his skin.
 

[harry's eyes screw shut, biting on his lip as he throws his head back, arching
             into the mattress with louis hovering on top of him]
harry's eyes screw shut, biting on his lip as he throws his head back, arching
into the mattress with louis hovering on top of him. he feels pain, he feels
the cutting, and that causes him to whimper; louis kisses him on the mouth to
muffle it, although, and harry... he's quite alright with that.
he knows that by now the knife that is digging against his hip is already
slitting open his skin, but he... he doesn't really care, oddly. louis' other
hand has let go of the garter, is now cupping his crotch through the panties,
then sliding down with his fingers pushing the garter that's covering his
bumhole aside, his thumb presses against harry's rim.
and it's pressing further, further, and then inserting it in him. harry moans
then, feeling that tingling rawness, his thighs spreading open, the suddenness
of his movement causing the knife to finally, finally slice the panties, just
in time with louis capturing his open mouth with his, their lips mashing
together in a hurried kiss, searing and frantic, hungry for each other.
just like the last time, louis lets go of the knife, drops it somewhere on the
floor, and then he's kneeling on the bed on top of harry, harry's legs wrapping
around his waist in a whim and pushing their crotches together.
louis kisses along his jaw, and throat and neck, while harry just takes and
takes and takes, craning his neck sideways to give more access of his throat to
his brother.
louis pushes the panties aside some more, spitting on his fingers as he lowers
them between their torsos, and he slides those two fingers in harry once he
gets there, inserting them smoothly, making harry yelp in pain, and until louis
is properly fucking him roughly that way.
his dick twitches, he's so hard. louis just keeps his pace though, and he
crooks his fingers as he gets as deeper inside. knuckles deep and harsh with
his strokes. harry whimpers some more, shaking as he receives all of louis'
roughness, his thighs feeling the cramps, louis just going harder and harder
with his fingers jabbing at his sweet spot.
"louis, lou... lou..." he moans out, feeling his brother kissing along his neck
and fingering him all at once.
they push up over the bed, harry's arse brushing against the sheets, and his
arms wrap around louis' torso, and then down to hook his fingers in his belt.
harry opens his eyes. louis is already looking at him.
 

               ["want me in you, haz?" he asks, soft and husky]
"want me in you, haz?" he asks, soft and husky.
harry nods. he actually does want him. louis nods as well, but he continues to
grind against him with silent puffs of breath.
that makes harry close his eyes once again, because it just feels so good that
he's getting so dizzy.
after a few moments, harry opens his eyes for the last time and, upon looking
in between their bodies he catches a glimpse of—some blobs of blood over the
bed?—while louis grinds against him, hard and quick, making him wince a little
at the roughness of louis' jeans that's brushing against his pale bare skin,
though, he doesn't mind much. he's getting so damn close to his orgasm. fuck.
but he hasn't had louis inside him yet.
but then, realizing that there's actual blood (fuck, there's blood coming out
of his skin?) gushing from his hip, eventually, harry looks up at louis, who
has his own eyes closed—still grinding against him earnestly, so, so into the
zone, even with his mouth releasing tiny grunts and sweet high moans—out of
nowhere, harry feels himself spurt come, hard, the semen squirting in quick and
sudden rush, and just like that, his cheeks are turning numb, and then he's
losing his conscious.
from there, everything just turns jet black.
**
harry wakes up with the sound of two identical voices quarreling in the same
room as his.
"you don't fucking do that again, louis, you understand?! you're a freaking
idiot!"
"what the fuck?!"
"what?! you have the nerve?"
"i told you, i only tried it! i didn't mean for him to fucking pass out!"
"but he did, didn't he?! fuck!"
"i know that, you dick, i can see that! but you also know how much i love him!
i never meant for it to happen, fucking honestly!"
"well, why can't you just fuck him like a normal human being? why do you have
to use a fucking knife? a fucking knife for fuck's sake!"
"i said i wanted to try something new! i didn't think he'll faint from that! he
looked like he was enjoying it!"
"god, you're impossible! fucking out of your mind, you are."
there's a loud groan following that up.
feeling his head still high with sex, harry blinks at his surroundings and
eventually his vision clears and there he sees his brothers all frustrated and
screaming at each other. he can't help but smile, languid and dazed, especially
when he trails his fingers down his hip where he feels a band aid taped to his
skin.
he yawns.
and that must've gone quite audible because then his brothers are stopping from
hissing and yelling, the two of them turning their heads and attention towards
him. "hazza?" it's louis who breathes out, sounding quite shocked.
"hey, lou..." harry mumbles weakly. and then their gazes lock, him on the bed,
louis standing next to william, and, well, suddenly, all harry wants to do
is...cry.
he doesn't know why, but. just feeling horny once again, looking at his
brothers like this while he's cold and exposed, immediately gets to harry's
anxious side.
like he just—feels somewhat emotional. he feels kinda sad...randomly so.
slowly now, he sits upright. he knows he passed out. fainted. whatever. he felt
so good, so wrecked that he lost consciousness. it was such a blissful
feeling—both the pooling heat of orgasming and feeling some twinge of pulsing
pain on his skin, blood gushing continually.
he just really loves the pain, amazingly.
looking down on himself, he's fully aware he's still naked, the panties that
was sliced still worn on him if by half. his dick has made a mess of his belly,
but that doesn't matter right now. nothing else matters.
and then harry's first tear falls, rolls down his cheek. and in a matter of
seconds, louis and william are right beside him.
louis cups his cheeks and urges him to look at him. "i'm sorry, harry, i'm so,
so sorry," he tells him, pleadingly, desperately. and all harry can do is shake
his head and tell louis it's alright.
"i just want you two right beside me, please," he croaks out, another tear
falling from his eye.
william and louis both comply, wrapping their arms around his frail cool body,
william petting the top of his head and louis rubbing soothingly at his back.
harry's heartbeat slows down, and he's calming down little by little. like he's
getting down from floating up so high. he feels emotional, his tears won't stop
rolling down his cheeks.
the knife, he thinks. louis and that pesky knife did this to him.
the feeling was absolutely unfathomable. inexplainable. there's a thousand
thoughts running in circle in his mind right now.
he shakes his head and buries his face against the crook of william's neck,
wants to clear his head of any and all thoughts.
he closes his eyes staying still this way, louis shushing him with mellow
words.
the twins don't let go of him, even after his tears have finally subsided.
Chapter End Notes
     sorry for scaring you or something...
***** XV - the unity of the trio *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                          XV - the unity of the trio
it has been quite a handful of days already when that crazy incident between
he, louis and the knife has happened, and yet harry still can't stop thinking
about it.

  [—even now that he's inside their homeroom and holding a textbook in hand,
half-listening to their professor ramble upfront, still, harry's mind is going
 back to the times where louis was fingering him open, with the wound already
                            created on his sk...]
—even now that he's inside their homeroom and holding a textbook in hand, half-
listening to their professor ramble upfront, still, harry's mind is going back
to the times where louis was fingering him open, with the wound already created
on his skin, the feeling quite raw and fresh in his mind. even as the scab is
forming.
already healing; a proof of how old the happenstance is.
like, he just still can't believe it, see, that after he orgasmed that time, he
also passed out, and it wasn't even for the fact that he hurt and that by
realizing he was bleeding that had got him all worried and scared, but rather
for the fact that he actually enjoyedevery bit of what happened that he just
went up...somewhere. somewhere up high.
in space?
cloud nine?
as though the heavens carried his force of life, or his spirit, and then angels
cradled his body, while his hip ached like a bitch and louis had made him
squirt.
it was... such a bloody satisfying experience (pun fully intended), that harry
even up to this day is feeling things in the dephts of his stomach, his pants
straining with something wet and sticky each time the memories flash back
before his eyes. he keeps swallowing his saliva, keeps crossing his
legs...getting horny and thirsty for someone coming on his face.
he even once ran inside the gents bathroom to shove a hand inside his trousers,
because he just had to finger himself so bad, so desperately bad. it's as if...
he always wants something inside of him nowadays, that he wants to feel pain.
some kind of pain that will make him experience pleasure as well.
like, fuck. harry wants to be fucked. always.
always.

[right now he's asking himself, when the hell is school going to finish anyway?
       because he needs his brothers, he wants their cocks in his arse]
right now he's asking himself, when the hell is school going to finish
anyway?because he needs his brothers, he wants their cocks in his arse. ugh.
this is just so frustrating—he used to dread the part where his twin brothers
will do something sexual to him, but now it seems like he wants to initiate
things to begin!
it's so, so fucking inappropriate—this way of thinking—and wrong and undeniably
deranged but—but harry seriously needssomething inside of him, and he wants it
right now.
he can't keep his hands anywhere else besides nearby his dick, heck he can't
even sit still, his eyes unfocused and mind unraveling. all he can think about
is being in a bed where there are two boys wrecking him.
he just... fuck, he needs a sweet tongue down his throat and fingers tweaking
his nipples. some tongue licking his arse, or better yet, two dicks inside of
his hole.
and, holy hell... what is even going on? what is going on with him? he wasn't
like this?? he used to be an innocent little boy, and now...? who the fuck is
he?
eyes widening, harry gulps as he looks down at his shaking hands, cheeks all
hot and tingly, heart beating erratically fast in his ribcage, wanting out.
he hisses inwardly, what is wrong with me?
**

 [going home from school and riding at the backseat of their mother's car with
 one of his brothers driving, while the other is sat on the passenger seat, is
quite a hardship for harry, to say the least, when all he can ever think about
                              is his brothe...]
going home from school and riding at the backseat of their mother's car with
one of his brothers driving, while the other is sat on the passenger seat, is
quite a hardship for harry, to say the least, when all he can ever think about
is his brothers fucking him in this vehicle instead.
it's just become a constant thing now on his part, the nasty thought taking
residence in his brain, starting from approximately two days ago, when the two
aren't giving hints to him as of yet that they want to be inside of him once
again.
and, well, it's driving harry mad he must say. it's driving him super fucking
crazy now at this point that he just wants to scream. like he just can't
concentrate with his cellphone as he plays tetris on it, gaze averting back and
forth from between his brothers who are minding their own businesses during the
car ride itself; william's eyes being focused on the road while he sings under
his breath, and louis tapping incessantly on his ipod with earbuds tucked
securely in his ears.
harry almost pouts just looking at them, unbothered and oblivious of his
dilemma with his libido, but of course, mostly he's just...irritated.
harry thinks this can't happen for far too longer now, that he has to do
something about it.
but like... he doesn't want to demand it though, the sex, because that would
mean he's the one who's desperate for some action now, wouldn't it? like he's
supporting wrongdoings, like he's alright with incest, peccadilloes, when he's
not!
that's just. that's very much unlike him. this isn't even peccadillo no more,
this is a much bigger sin. harry's in deep shit right here.
but like. thinking about it as well... if he doesn't demand it, them fucking
him, then they won't budge, will they? right about now they don't seem like
they wanna have sex with him in this fine day, like... they just seem quite...
not in the mood, one might say...?
but. he's so horny though, oh god, and here he is again, pressing his thighs
together firmly, biting on the inside of his cheek harshly, willing his forming
semi to go away.
harry isn't—
fuck, he isn't having anyof it; this itch should get scratched. they made him
like this, didn't they? they made him active in sex that his body just out of
nowhere craves it now.
yes.
yes, that's it. it's them. they made him into this sex-thirsty monster or
whatever you may call it, someone who longs for having someone fucking them
whenever they so please.
jesus... why is this harry's life now? is it really possible for someone to
crave sexual intercourse and be hungry for it? what do they call those kind of
people? who even gets sex deprived? what are they labeled as?
harry isn't turning into one of them, is he?
**
or maybe he really is, because the moment he gets inside his bedroom, the twins
being out of his sight and back to their own bedroom, does harry finally,
finally flops on his bed and strips out of his bottoms, releasing his cock in
one frantic movement and then getting a hand wrapped around it without ado.

  [or maybe he really is, because the moment he gets inside his bedroom, the
twins being out of his sight and back to their own bedroom, does harry finally,
 finally flops on his bed and strips out of his bottoms, releasing his cock in
                             one frantic mov...]
he hisses as he throws his head back on the pillow as he feels that skin to
skin contact, no matter if he's the one who did it, pumping in rush on the
length of his cock. there are beads of come leaking from his slit, and he uses
that as lube, smearing it all over his throbbing hard shaft.
it goes like that for a whole ten to twelve minutes, tops, his wrist going numb
at how fast he's pumping, chasing his orgasm and rendering himself dizzy with
so much pleasure and teenage hormones.
just then, he finally squirts, shooting his load and making a mess of his top,
which causes him to groan, sitting up dazedly with his cheeks all hot and red,
looking down at his favourite purple jack wills sweater, taking it off himself
gingerly and disposing it in his hamper.

[just then, he finally squirts, shooting his load and making a mess of his top,
which causes him to groan, sitting up dazedly with his cheeks all hot and red,
looking down at his favourite purple jack wills sweater, taking it off himself
                                gingerly a...]
he makes a mental note with himself to wash that clothing later, otherwise his
mother will question the white stain spread across it. he sighs, facing his
whole body mirror, looking at his naked self. he studies his neck, his
collarbones, and no, he's got no hickeys littering his body anymore. no more
traces of his brothers on him, save for the wound that louis' given him days
ago as they "bloodplayed".
(yep, he's searched it on google, and knifeplay and bloodplay came up as
results. it should've creeped him out, he knows, but it turned out that himself
is the only thing that made him shiver, because instead of being creeped out,
he smiled to himself as he proceeded to scroll through the suggested site,
proud.) (he's going insane.)
anyway. he knows his mother and father are at work, and his brothers probably
don't care about what he's doing right now, but harry is, and he will demand
them to fuck. like, right now. it's now or never, man. ride or die.
busting out of his room, no piece of clothing worn on his body, harry walks
along the quiet hallway to go straight to the twins' bedroom door.
he doesn't knock. he just twists the doorknob and invites himself inside.

 [there are two things he notices once he's in here, and one of them is being
william on his way to picking up two dumbbells from the ground, topless (about
 to workout, amicably), and the other one being louis, who is smoking a fag as
                              he faces the w...]
there are two things he notices once he's in here, and one of them is being
william on his way to picking up two dumbbells from the ground, topless (about
to workout, amicably), and the other one being louis, who is smoking a fag as
he faces the window, a phone in his other hand, basically just a lazy night.

 [there are two things he notices once he's in here, and one of them is being
william on his way to picking up two dumbbells from the ground, topless (about
 to workout, amicably), and the other one being louis, who is smoking a fag as
                              he faces the w...]
harry stands at the doorway, fully exposed with his cock hanging limply in
between his thighs, hand still gripping the doorknob, blinking back at quiff
boy (william) and disheveled punk (louis).

  [harry stands at the doorway, fully exposed with his cock hanging limply in
 between his thighs, hand still gripping the doorknob, blinking back at quiff
                  boy (william) and disheveled punk (louis)]
their trademark looks when they want to be free of stereotypes at times...
something harry's learned years ago about his siblings.
meanwhile, speaking of; the twins both turn their heads and look at him, louis'
one eyebrow raised, william's jaw hanging open as he proceeds to drop the blue
dumbbells on the ground.
harry then fixes his stance as he wills himself for bravery, forces confidence
in his system as he tips his chin up at them both looking back at him with
stunned facial expressions across their identical faces, putting all his weight
on one foot. he doesn't say a word just yet.
then william breaks. "what are you doing here, harry?" he asks, tone of his
voice laced with curiosity, eyebrows knotting in inquisition.
harry still doesn't say a word. and then louis is standing up from the chair
nearby the open window, flicking his cigarette outside, hands falling on either
of his sides. he sniffs in the air, "does it smell of come in here?" he mutters
in wonderment, looking around the room, until his gaze darts back to harry at
the doorway. "have you been wanking, hazza?"
shrugging one shoulder, harry chooses to hum, and he tells them, opting for
bluntness, "maybe...maybe not." he walks forward, kicking the door close as he
crosses his arms against his bare chest, and then he continues with his qualms,
"does it matter, lou? i'm here now, aren't i? are you not going to do anything
to me? the two of you? mum and dad are not home, aren't we going to fuck?"
he said that in one breath, and the twins share a look. william looks like he's
going to say no, and harry's heart just stops beating altogether, his breath
already gathering up in his chest, eyes flicking to louis who is about to say
something as he opens his mouth.
and, no. no. fuck no, they are not rejecting him, no.
harry stalks toward them, frantic and out of breath, and he wraps his arms
around louis' shoulders who gets his words stuck at the tip of his throat,
crashing their lips together like his life depends on it. louis grunts through
their pressed mouths, and then he's kissing harry back, harry tasting the
bitterness of the cigarette he's smoked just now.
his eyes are closed, and his body is all warm and fuzzy, louis' hands coming to
wrap around his torso now, fingers roaming down to grab on the back of his
thighs, hoisting him up to his feet and wrapping those legs around louis' hips.
"fuck." he hears william curse in the background, and the impressed emotion is
so evident in his voice that harry's heart soars in pride—but then again harry
doesn't mind that for now, he's so lost in his own heaven as is, as he savors
louis' soft lips, just as louis himself walks them toward the bed, the younger
twin carrying him effortlessly and then throwing them both on it, with louis
immediately straddling his hips.

 [" he hears william curse in the background, and the impressed emotion is so
  evident in his voice that harry's heart soars in pride—but then again harry
 doesn't mind that for now, he's so lost in his own heaven as is, as he savors
                            louis' soft lips,...]
harry preens, keening, making grabby hands of louis' black band shirt, urging
him to take that pesky muscle tee out of his torso. louis complies, and then
he's working on his jeans next, harry all but heaving and feeling restless
underneath him, waiting for louis to be naked from head to toe.
and then they're back with ravishing each other, mouths once again connected,
tongues sliding against one another once louis' freed his cock, brushing with
his own.

[and then they're back with ravishing each other, mouths once again connected,
 tongues sliding against one another once louis' freed his cock, brushing with
                                   his own]
it's hot and exhilarating and harry just wants to be used.
their older brother locks the door as they do things, and harry's a whimpering
sub kitten by the time william has joined them, taking his shorts off as well
and making the bed dip with his weight over it.
harry is going fucking mental, going wild, and he genuinely loves it.
**

 [he's facing the window and not the twins from behind him as he aligns louis'
 slicked up shaft across his pinkish rim—louis who is lying sprawled over the
    bed with his thighs and legs spread inches apart from each other, hands
                          gripping the tiny wai...]
he's facing the window and not the twins from behind him as he aligns louis'
slicked up shaft across his pinkish rim—louis who is lying sprawled over the
bed with his thighs and legs spread inches apart from each other, hands
gripping the tiny waist of harry, as he is guiding his arse to sit down on his
cock.
harry hisses, screwing his eyes shut, loving the first burn all over his
clenching walls so much, the pain that's mixed with undefined bliss, as he lets
louis' thick cock fill him up.
his thighs are spread apart, wide, and he is crouching on the bed, toes curling
as he lowers, lowers down, louis bottoming out. and then he's finally sitting
on louis' thighs, his arse cheeks touching them, and louis is swearing all
throughout.
"oh, shit," he curses himself, breathless and moaning highly in his throat,
feeling louis' fingers that are digging on his flesh, leaving marks on his skin
once again. fuck, how he loves that so fucking much.

 [in a matter of moments, harry begins to move, firstly opting for a slow pace
  as he carries his weight up, curls falling from his face, adjusting to the
  stretch of his tight hole around louis' amazing girth, letting the peak of
                           louis' cock to appea...]
in a matter of moments, harry begins to move, firstly opting for a slow pace as
he carries his weight up, curls falling from his face, adjusting to the stretch
of his tight hole around louis' amazing girth, letting the peak of louis' cock
to appear halfway where he can see it, before he's sliding back down in
earnest, skin to skin slapping soundly. he whimpers, putting a hand on his
mouth to bite on his gripping knuckles, muffling his moans, wanting to hear the
obscenity unravel.
that must've pissed louis off, although, because he feels him slap his bum, and
harry instantly lets go of his fist, continuing to move up and down louis' cock
until he's properly riding him.
he cups his knees as it goes, humping up and down and rolling his hips, wanting
more friction in his walls, looking for his sweet spot to get jabbed at. he's
craves that feeling—that amazing, undefinable sensation.
he works his pace, and he fastens it. harry finds his prostate gland and he
whimpers, moans. "ah, ah..." then he looks behind his shoulder, mouth agape and
eyelids heavy, cheeks so warm he's afraid they'd burst like bombs, catching a
glimpse of william who is arching his back as louis eats him out.
and—oh. so they've been at it too while harry is riding louis' cock facing a
different way, william sitting heavily and hotly on louis' face as louis sticks
out his tongue that's nestled in between william's arse cheeks, licking eagerly
across his rim.
harry bites his lip at the sight, watching the way william is rocking his hips
like an expert rider as he holds onto the headboard with just one hand, the
other tangled on louis' hair and dominating, drowning louis with his arse sat
firmly on the younger twin's face.
harry moans, "oh, fuck," because wow, he's leaking so much, spurts of come
dribbling down his neglected cock, as he continually rock up and down louis'
dick. his legs are getting sore, he can feel it, but harry's too high from from
sex that he just doesn't mind.
"fucking eat that ass, c'mon," william growls after awhile, harry hears him,
and that gets him to look behind him once more, then he sees that louis'
gripping on william's arse, spreading them wide apart tongue wet and licking
stripes, back and forth across his hole, and harry's just. he's so close, shit.
the sight is just filthy, it's so wrong that it feels so right.
he closes his eyes, quickening with his consistent rhythm and focusing upon
reaching his peak, hitting his g spot over and over with such angle he's found
himself in, eliciting a loud groan from louis with the way he's clenching
around him, his voice muffled by william's mushing cheeks. he's riding louis'
face, and that reality alone has harry right on the edge, and—
and he's coming. "nghhh."
louis is coming too, filling him up to his deepest from within while he's sat
down firmly on his cock, and william isn't letting up as he rides louis' face
faster, faster, pumping on his own cock as he does so, louis half worn out, but
still eating him out, and then...
that's it. william is messing up his stomach, his pumping slowing down and his
rolling hips screeching into a halt.
as if the time has stopped for them, their contented trio quiet down, and then
one by one releases a sigh. william climbs off of louis' face first, and harry
does the same, sliding out of louis' shaft, but unlike william who goes
straight to the en suite, harry crawls up louis and he nuzzles against him.
he wants to cry. he wants to go to church and confess his sins, and he wants
to... he just really wants to cry. he's going completely insane, he's losingit.
he's losing it...
"lou?"

                           [louis hums in response]
louis hums in response. he puts a hand around harry, pulling him closer so
their bodies are flushed, looking down on harry, giving harry an access to his
beautiful fucked out face. harry feels those somersaults in his belly, feels
instantly secured in louis' arm—safe. and again, he wants to cry because he
shouldn't be loving this.
shouldn't be loving this way too much.
"what if mum and dad find out...? are we... gonna stop?" he asks, voice small
and barely audible, throat drying.
louis blinks back at him, cheeks beet red and lips shiny with spit, fringe
sticking to his forehead as his face has just been sat on for almost an hour
straight. even more so by their eldest. crazy, that...
"i don't know, haz. i honestly don't know."
harry takes a deep breath. sighs. "but... do you want to... stop? somehow?"
at that, louis looks at him head-on, not tearing his gaze away from him one
bit. harry's heart skips a beat at the burning scrutiny, but he doesn't dare
look away either.
"i don't want to stop. i want to fuck you for the rest of our lives, h. in
fact, i want to make love to you someday... me and william have spoken of that
many times."
feeling his cheeks warm up, harry sputters, and he can't help ask in a whisper,
"w-what do you...mean by that, lou? make love?"
lips curving up in a crooked smile, louis leans in and kisses his forehead,
then he says against his skin, "it means we want to be your boyfriends, if
that's quite alright."
"boyfriends?" harry gapes and flushes, butterflies wriggling around in his
tummy.
"yes," william suddenly says, emerging back from the bathroom all clean with a
damp towel, crawling back to bed and then starting to wipe them both neat as
well. when he finishes he places the towel on the nightstand then he's sitting
across from them with his footie shorts already worn on him.
harry sits up as well, and he pouts. "but," he mumbles, blinking dumbly, "how
is that gonna work? two boyfriends..."
he watches as his brothers look at each other, averting his gaze from one twin
to another, then he sees it's william who returns to direct his attention back
to him, which stops him from flicking his gaze. "truthfully...we have no idea.
but we both want you though, and louis and i, we are a dynamic duo, and we've
always been used to sharing everything. which, you already know that, don't
you, haz?"
nodding, head slightly spinning with his mind getting filled with lots and lots
of probabilities, harry mutters slowly, "i do. it's quite obvious with the two
of you..."
"it's okay with us, is what we're trying to say..." louis chimes in, voice soft
and lulling. he's still lying on the bed and naked, and harry just can't help
staring at his cock, albeit absently. louis proceeds to say, "we mean... if
it's alright with you too, with having the both of us, that is. with handling
two quirky twins as your boyfriends, both with damaged heads, one with insane
and random personality, the other being a demanding little bitch—," harry sees
william rolling his eyes, although fondly, "—at times, anyway," louis concedes
around a lazy cat grin.

 [ with handling two quirky twins as your boyfriends, both with damaged heads,
  one with insane and random personality, the other being a demanding little
  bitch—," harry sees william rolling his eyes, although fondly, "—at times,
                           anyway," louis conce...]
harry almost giggles at that, but in the end he just smiles; although frankly?
he just wants to cry tears of joy. he may be in way over his head with this.
william hums. "there will come a time louis will be there for you if you need
him, he's good at it, and then there will be time that it'll be me."
"we'll always be there for you, basically. it's not going to be a competition
with us, so if that is gonna be a problem, no...it won't; it's not our thing."
harry catches louis glance at william, and william blows a sigh.
he utters, "dane dehaan of the star section from last year."
harry gasps, blush creeping up his cheeks. "you—you dated him at the same
time?"
louis nods, sheepish, and william only shrugs. "pretty much, yeah."
"oh."
"but, uh," louis pipes in, "we do love negotiating, though, hence how all of
this started. it's something mum and dad don't know about us." louis bites his
lip as he finishes, william nodding in agreement.
then he sighs peacefully, smiling. "so, there. like... it's all up to you, haz.
we probably should take you out on a real date first, but since we already
started this conversation, then might as well end it with some type of answer."
"answer that's coming from you."
and...silence surfaces after that's said by louis, and of course harry's left
with two boys directing their all to him, louis' lips pursed and william's
eyebrows creased.
...then harry's gaze lowering down to his lap.
"i..." he mutters out, racking his brain for something—anything. he just...
doesn't know what to say, because.
because they're right.
"look... you don't have to decide now, haz. we just thought you should know the
reason why we suddenly didn't want to fool around."
"that louis is genuinely sorry about the knife thing."
"yeah..."
harry purses his lips, sinking in everything all at once. his brothers want to
become boyfriends. the both of them simultaneously. that is...
harry can't just. he can't...
"i just..." he begins to say, making the two perk up and stare at him. harry
tacks on, "i just can't see how there is anything wrong with having the both of
you as my boyfriends, i don't—i don't think there's anything wrong with that,
honest," he finally blurts, quite breathless and flushing hotly as he
admits—submits. he looks from william to louis; louis then back to william. "i
mean... we're brothers, the three of us. what could... what could possibly go
wrong, yeah?"
animatedly so, as if everything just goes into full-on slow motion, harry
witnesses the part where william breaks into a manic grin as his lower lip
slips from his digging teeth, letting go from biting it, and then the next
thing that's happening is he's tackling harry in for a hug. harry begins
tearing up, feeling so emotional, and then there's lips pressing against his
temple and he knows that's louis.
right at this point harry doesn't know how this thing between them three will
work out, but he wants to see where this will go either way, so in the end he's
happy.
these tears, he deems, these tears he's producing, these are tears of
happiness.
he may be terrified right now, he may be dreading for their future that's at
stake, scared of the possibility of their parents and friends ever finding out
sooner rather than later—eventually, more or less—about this forbidden,
reckless unity, and he may be a lot intimidated by the fact that this is such a
big risk they're embarking on, but harry can't deny anyway that he's also so,
so relieved that there's love, at the least, that they'll be fighting for.

 [he may be terrified right now, he may be dreading for their future that's at
stake, scared of the possibility of their parents and friends ever finding out
    sooner rather than later—eventually, more or less—about this forbidden,
                           reckless unity, and...]
because he loves them, and they've proven time and time again that they love
him back, regardless of the way they show it, of the way they express that.
because they're brothers, and thus they're a team. it's just the way it is now.
and while that in itself is fucked up, harry is all in. he'll do what he thinks
is best for him; he'll do what makes him happy.
 
Chapter End Notes
     hii i have a query guys. what is your song pick for this entire fic?
     (welp, that rhymed) because im thinkin of making a playlist on
     8tracks for this, or something... he he he
***** XVI - the fuckfest galore *****
Chapter Notes
     don't read this if you're at home with your family around; i suggest
     you hide in the safety of your room, because it's so, so dirty /
     / there will be lots of nsfw images throughout the chapter, so if
     you're not into seeing dicks and arses, might as well just close the
     tab... i want you safe. thank you x
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                           XVI - the fuckfest galore
so to say the least, it's really fun dating twins—or more specifically the
tomlinson twins, his brothers.
harry never expected this, but... they're actually really caring about him.
very sweet too...very tentative and are always listening to his lame stories
about... well, just about anything and everything.

 [when he thought they'll be dominating and commanding like they've been with
him the first time, he's completely wrong about it, and now he's being treated
                            almost like a prince]
when he thought they'll be dominating and commanding like they've been with him
the first time, he's completely wrong about it, and now he's being treated
almost like a prince.
they praise his arse like it rules their world, and harry is a giggling mess of
a child pushing his arse cheeks to their faces as they eat him out in turns.
it's so casual and light and exciting being with them, like harry's just always
in for some unpredictable adventures and some fucking awesome sex. always
hyperactive with sex, sex, sex.
yes, they're the best when it comes to sex. has he mentioned they're the best
when it comes to sex?

 [surely, harry's never tried having sex with anyone else other than them, but
he can justify anyway, still, that they're the bestest when it comes to dicking
                                    around]
surely, harry's never tried having sex with anyone else other than them, but he
can justify anyway, still, that they're the bestest when it comes to dicking
around.
it's just so... simple with them, see? like they just don't give a damn. it
doesn't bother them where they are during the sex, it doesn't make them
uncomfortable in any way... like they'd just fuck you whenever they feel like
fucking you, and that's just. that is so freaking hot. harry's mind and soul
and body find it so, so hot.
incredible, electrifying and boosting.
just thinking about getting touched by them makes harry hot all over, makes him
hard all the time, like—he's just always hard when being around them, which is
mad, and that means all the timetoo, because yes, ever since they've all become
boyfriends, they never left each other's side—harry's side, most especially.
they're always just there for him, as promised. they're always beside him,
always sat right next to him (either side of him) and just—they never go as
far.
it's not suffocating, that. it's just making harry feel safe and wanted more
than any. he loves it. loves the attention and care they lend him, loves that
he feels all sorts of pretty and edible because they're both showing him how
much they're crazy about him. how much they want him, his body, his arse, his
mouth and his...heart.
like golly, harry's in too deep. harry will forever be a captive of their
grasps. their lovely, addicting grasps.

                       [ their lovely, addicting grasps]
harry is... he's quite obsessed.
obsessed of their smell, their beautiful eyes, their killer smiles, their
laugh, their voice. he's obsessed with their dicks in him, their dicks fitting
themselves in his walls.
it's insane, he's bloody pumped. he's so in love with the two of them that he
just can't contain himself at times.
it's as if he's on his heat when they're within his vicinity. like he's always
just horny. harry should probably get his shit together though from time to
time and calm the heck down.
take a deep breath, harry. breathe.
but fuck is it so hard though when they're looking so attractive and
mouthwatering with their fresh breath and alpha stances, william's quiff that
screams sexiness and louis' messy disheveled brown hair that is the epitome of
steaming hot.
are they even real?
harry didn't notice these things about them even when he literally grew up next
to them. harry didn't find them a single bit attractive when they ate together
during breakfast, lunch or dinner, every day, didn't think their lips look nice
and inviting.

[ harry didn't find them a single bit attractive when they ate together during
 breakfast, lunch or dinner, every day, didn't think their lips look nice and
                                   inviting]
but now... they are harry's entire world. they are harry's dream boys, the
stars of his childish wet dreams. he gets jealous when one of them would hang
around with bunches in school, when one of them would smile at some girl, when
one of them would bump shoulders with some boy.
harry couldn't get near them, is because. no one must know they're sleeping
together. no one. not even niall or zayn or kendall or cara or kylie. no one.
most especially not their parents. fuck...
the feelings that harry has for them now is more than what a half brother would
his siblings. harry never imagined they'll even be here—get here—up to this
point in their lives, when they used to just ignore each other because ever
since then, harry was an outcast to their team of two.
time flies so fast then. harry didn't see this coming. he didn't see himself to
be with them to begin with, never expected for himself to give in. they even
set some rules, and harry never thought he'd one day live beyond those.
he never thought that his heart would melt, his knees would drop to the ground
for them.
for them to bow down to him, in return, as well.
this. once more, harry didn't see this coming.
then again, none of them did.
it's already a month since they've delved into this polygamous relationship,
and so far everything is good.
well...too good, actually.

                      [they're very, very kinky for one]
they're very, very kinky for one. harry never saw himself as one, but it's
turning out that he's becoming the kinkiest of them all. embarrassingly so.
once there was a time where he sneaked inside the twins' room, saw their
clothes scattered on the floor, the chair and the bed, and harry had known,
they were about going somewhere. probably at one of their friends' (that harry
will never be interested with, probably, mind).
at the time harry knew they were inside their en suite, and that was why he
went for it anyway, heart rabbitting in his chest, dick so excited he wanted to
yelp in sexual derision.
meanwhile, harry got inside, and he saw that they were brushing their teeth,
facing the sink and vanity mirror. they looked at him with twinkling bright
blue eyes, greeting him with mouthfuls of foam, and it was obvious how they
were pleased to see him slipping inside the small bathroom, and harry was just
as smitten, just the same as they were—smiling shyly at them.

[and then his frisky demure kicked in and in a flash he had been this giddy boy
who ducked under the sink so fast, where william was not yet done with brushing
 his teeth, and he had sucked him off right there and then, making louis gasp
                                and then re...]
and then his frisky demure kicked in and in a flash he had been this giddy boy
who ducked under the sink so fast, where william was not yet done with brushing
his teeth, and he had sucked him off right there and then, making louis gasp
and then recovering to smirk, harry swallowing william's entirety at the
duration of it.
and god, he swore he had heard william from above, choking on the toothpaste
foam, when he shot his load straight down to harry's throat, coming in heavy
spurts, and harry all but smiled around his cock as he gulped, proud, while
louis in the background wanked and watched them with a knack and heavy eyelids.
harry blew him too, of course he did, and louis took care of him in return by
eating him out for a good half an hour until he was passing out with so much
pleasure and being so, so high up in subspace that he was crying. it's so
addicting being in subspace... harry's just truly, fucking lost it.

[once harry was studying peacefully, it was for their maths and physics, and he
  was in his bed lying on his front, writing down some notes in his notebook
        while he was looking back and forth from his opened textbooks]
once harry was studying peacefully, it was for their maths and physics, and he
was in his bed lying on his front, writing down some notes in his notebook
while he was looking back and forth from his opened textbooks.
as he did that his pants and panties were gone, and he was only left with a
simple white tee shirt that was folded at the sleeves, because right behind him
was louis who had his face buried in between the cleft of his arse cheeks,
tongue hungrily flicking right across his sensitive rim, making his hands shaky
while he urged himself to focus on his homework.
louis ate him out, he ate him out good, and his mind was bordering on haywire
as it went, but harry still braved himself through it, feeling so wet and hard
and boldly exhilarated, continually reading the lying textbook readied open
inches in front of him, gripping his pen harder than necessary.
louis was just—he was so good with rimming, as though he was just born for it.
he kept on spreading harry's arse cheeks apart, while he dived in on harry's
clenching hole, he was hungry for it, darting tongue all slick and wet, pushing
and wanting to fit itself around his walls.
harry was a mewling disaster by the time louis was pushing further, pressing
firmer, harry biting on his lip as he finally caved in, slumping his face down
on his book and burying his nose at the nook of it, reaching down in the midst
of his torso and the mattress, grasping on his own cock and starting pumping
frantically on it.
and so his chanting had to start. he wailed, he whined, toes curling in fucking
bliss, "oh... ahhh—louis, fucking—fuck. lou, harder, fuck. lick me—please, i—"

   [louis' tongue did not stop there, still jabbing at his hole repeatedly,
 spitting once and twice, then pressing in his index finger together with his
        tongue, fucking him while eating him out all at the same time]
louis' tongue did not stop there, still jabbing at his hole repeatedly,
spitting once and twice, then pressing in his index finger together with his
tongue, fucking him while eating him out all at the same time.
he was drooling all over his book, that harry had known at the time, but he
just didn't care as he moaned and whimpered, mouth hanging open. all he could
feel was louis' expert tongue on his sensitivite pinkish rim, pumping air as
louis stretched his cheeks wider apart, dropping a large bead of saliva on his
open hole.
harry hissed when he felt teeth, and then louis was grunting his apology,
before he was back to what he was doing with impossible gusto.
and then harry was coming after that, louis chuckling hoarsely, crawling up his
back and reaching his face, craning his head sideways so they could face each
other albeit at an odd angle; louis kissed him, passionately, sweetly, and
harry breathed shakily against their molding mouths, louis grinding his clothed
dick in between the cleft of his bum crack. harry yearned for that, and so they
ended up having sex, harry's homework only midway done.

[he orgasmed twice that friday night, too fucked out of his mind, and used and
well-manhandled that he just fell asleep afterwards, with louis murmuring sweet
               nothings into his curls as he cradled him in bed]
he orgasmed twice that friday night, too fucked out of his mind, and used and
well-manhandled that he just fell asleep afterwards, with louis murmuring sweet
nothings into his curls as he cradled him in bed. william was out with greg and
stan that day, and harry missed him dearly.
but of course that was mended came the next day, when the morning arrived and
the sun shone, because then harry was being woken up by a blow job—yes, by
william.
he guesses one could say this is one of the perks of being in a relationship
with people you live in the same roof as with, having been able to see them at
all times of the day. the part where you get to fuck around with them anytime,
anywhere, as long as the both of you are within the house. your very own house.
your parents' house...
just like that time as harry lied on his bed, naked; and william had slipped
under the covers and he had taken harry's cock into his mouth. harry all but
threw his head back over the pillow, loving the sensation as per usual,
gripping the sheets with balled fists, feeling william's weight in between his
spread apart thighs, mouth hot and wet all over his throbbing hard length.
he was three fingers knuckles deep in harry's hole, and harry couldn't help the
cries that were slipping out of his lips.
heartbeats had passed, william pulled out with a pop, and he was looking up at
harry from under the blanket with that sad, concerned facial expression, eyes
warm and vulnerable, and then, "i'm sorry for not coming home early last night,
babe... we had too much to drink, the lads and i. reckon louis did take good
care of you though somehow, yeah?"
flushing hotly, harry had nodded, loving the fact that william had started
calling him babe instead of "little hazbro" or "little brother" or "baby bro",
biting his hard on his lower lip. he muttered, softly and fondly, "yeah... he
did. louis was awesome."
"well, good. all i want is the best for our princess." he smiled at harry, and
harry all but preened. he was so in love with him.
"thank you, babe."
"mhm. you're my only one."
and then william was back with sucking him off, making him come strings of
sticky white after moments.

  [and then william was back with sucking him off, making him come strings of
                          sticky white after moments]
william just said harry was his only one.didn't he once tell harry he could
never be in love with anyone? not even himself?
odd... beautifully odd.
after his orgasm, they returned back to sleep a tad bit later on, and while he
brushed the thought off in regards to william's oddness, he learned that
william also reeked of alcohol, making harry's heart ache at the urge of
cooking pancakes for him and making him some tea, provide an advil for his
hangover and just, make him feel better like a good boyfriend.
well, he did everything he'd thought of twenty minutes in, and william told him
he loved him, smiling as he took a sip of his steaming tea, whereas harry
couldn't hide the grin off his face as they savored their delicious breakfast,
louis coming in moments from within and joining their lucid bedroom date. harry
got a kiss to his cheek from louis and then he was pouring him some tea as
well.
again, william just admitted he loved him. harry's dick was yodeling. or
whatever the hell you call that. because he was realizing this isn't just about
having some mind blowing sex anymore. this thing between the three of them is
genuine.
it's quite evident with the way louis is treating him, putting him first now
before himself, and with the way that william is being soft with him,
undemanding—if only a little, that is.
harry is one lucky kid.
not only that the sex is juicy, but also the fact that they are very generous
to him lately.
just like that one weekend when william had been busy with texting some of his
footie mates, talking about some important stuff about their practices and new
sets of players being added in the team, that moment being harry feeling needy,
the one who had demanded to be lent of some of his attention, and the part
where william all but made way for him and told him to sit on his lap.
"i just need to finish this, babe," he told him.
harry pouted, but then he conceded. if partially...
because three seconds in he'd realized they were alone that time, and so he
leaned in close to william's ear and told him to stay still and just carry on
with what he was doing—that harry got this, he will take care of his cock.
william all but shrugged. "okay, pretty, do what you want," he said carelessly
with a fonding sigh. and that was all that harry needed before he was
unbuttoning william's jeans and zipping down his fly, releasing his cock but
not taking off his bottoms all at once.

[they were in the living room when this happened, and william was sat and laid
back on the couch, eyes glued to his phone, texting, chatting with his mates in
                         a group chat, and harry was]
they were in the living room when this happened, and william was sat and laid
back on the couch, eyes glued to his phone, texting, chatting with his mates in
a group chat, and harry was... well, he was riding william's cock.
he took his shorts off but left his lilac sweater on, sweater paws in display
as he bunched up the hems, revealing his pale belly, his arse swallowing up
william's cock as he rode him deliciously.
he could feel william moaning and groaning underneath him, one hand coming down
to support his weight, holding him on the hip. harry tacked on, hopping up and
down his hard shaft and taking him like a champ, no condom on, because when was
the last time they used one anyway? it had been months.
his curls fell down his cheeks, framing his pink flushed face, and william was
praising him and had let go of his stupid phone (that harry was starting to get
jealous of) by the time harry was reaching his peak. william hoisted him up,
released himself in his hole, making harry whine in protest, only so william
could throw him on the couch and fuck him senseless.

  [harry had squeaked, but then he was silenced when william surged down and
   snogged him hungrily, shoving his dick in and out of him in a rough way,
 pounding hard on him and bending his thighs as he spread them apart, harry's
                          heels digging on either...]
harry had squeaked, but then he was silenced when william surged down and
snogged him hungrily, shoving his dick in and out of him in a rough way,
pounding hard on him and bending his thighs as he spread them apart, harry's
heels digging on either side of william's hips.

  [harry had squeaked, but then he was silenced when william surged down and
   snogged him hungrily, shoving his dick in and out of him in a rough way,
 pounding hard on him and bending his thighs as he spread them apart, harry's
                          heels digging on either...]
that kind of position went on for quite a long time, none of their family
members coming back home, harry getting wrecked relentlessly by william lasting
for a full one hour as a result to that. he was so flushed red from his
forehead down to his chest, crying at the pleasure and pain and raging boner,
and william even willed him to sit up at one point, carrying his body as he
held him by the back, so he could fuck up into him and nudge at his prostate
gland at a better angle.
harry was all ruined and disheveled when william was done with him, and then
they were calling up a pizza parlor, ordering some cheese and pepperoni; harry
called louis up next, "where are you, lou? you're missing out. come home to us,
please? will and i miss your smile."
there was a cooing sound louis was making, and then he was saying, "aww, kitty,
no worries, daddy louis will come home soon, yeah? just have fun for now
without me."
harry giggled. he always giggled and laughed where louis was involved—where
louis was existing and filling the spaces with his presence. harry was very
much in love with him. sighing, he smiled as he said, mocking petulance, "fine,
daddy. but don't drink anything with alcohol, and don't smoke too much fags! i
want my daddy healthy."
"will do, kitty. daddy will be good for you."
"looking forward to it."
"me too. i love you. see you soon."
"i love you too, lou. see ya." and then they were hanging up, and william was
smirking at him when he faced him to return his phone. "what?"
"daddy louis?" william said teasingly.
harry rolled his eyes, although playfully, cheeks warm and fuzzy. "you call me
babe all the time, willy... lou is allowed a term of endearment too, you know."
"agreed," william muttered, smiling, "except for the fact he only calls himself
daddy for those he want to keep for as long as they'll have him." he cocked a
brow at harry, and harry couldn't handle the melting gaze he was giving him.
william was just so incredibly handsome, see, especially after sex, all sweaty
and swollen at the lips. pink, thin lips. "he's serious about you, harry, is
what i meant. about this. about what the three of us have..."
getting that information inside his head, harry all but gulped; and his heart
was stuck on his throat. "i can sense that, will. and i'm the same, see? no
more holding back." he raised a pinky towards william.
william blinked back at it. and then he was hooking his own with it. "no more
holding back."
that night they ate pizza. louis got back at 10 in the evening, and so did
their mum and dad.
and then it was another day, and school was tough.
that didn't matter much though, because at home harry got to do stuff with
louis—this time. they got inside the twins' bedroom and louis initiated a
"sixty-nine".
at first harry was confused, but then they were getting naked and louis was
kissing on his neck, on his throat, everywhere, until they were lying on the
bed and louis was backing up, climbing on top of him but in reverse—opposite
alignment of body with his.

 [at first harry was confused, but then they were getting naked and louis was
 kissing on his neck, on his throat, everywhere, until they were lying on the
 bed and louis was backing up, climbing on top of him but in reverse—opposite
                             alignment of body...]
louis' dangling cock nudged him on the cheek and then he was feeling his own
cock being sucked by louis' expert mouth, and suddenly everything clicked
inside harry's head. sixty-nine.
without much ado, harry took louis into his mouth and sucked him off so
earnestly. pumping on his dick as well while he was at it, suckling hungrily on
the head and licking on the slit, swirling his tongue and flicking it.
louis was fingering him while he swallowed him down, and harry was panting
heavily as he did his own task with nipping at louis' balls, taking them both
in his mouth at once, getting him all wet and slimy and shiny with saliva.
then louis rolled his hips after awhile, and the next thing harry knew was his
throat was getting fucked. louis fucked his face and made him deepthroat his
cock, and harry liked that, liked being used like that, so instead of
complaining he grabbed around on louis' arse and squeezed them cheeks as he
helped louis thrust in his mouth.
it was probably one of harry's favourite things starting on that day—his throat
getting fucked raw. it was him being ruined and mercilessly banged. harry may
be feeding off of being submissive and offering his body, his mouth, his arse.
he just... he loves it so fucking much when he's being toyed around like a
ragdoll, being came on all over his face, his chest or any part of his body. or
better yet his personal favorite, when louis on his arse while he was wearing
that pink panties with ruffles on them, making a sticky unhygienic mess of the
crack of his bum.

  [ or better yet his personal favorite, when louis on his arse while he was
wearing that pink panties with ruffles on them, making a sticky unhygienic mess
                           of the crack of his bum]
it was so damn hot that harry demanded for another round of louis and william
double penetrating him. where william was fucking his arse from behind, louis
was the one sat upright on the bed and fucking up into him as he rode them two
cocks.
however, back to him and louis; their positions changed when louis climbed off
him only to crawl up his chest, bum stopping at his neck. with louis' fingers
tangling through his curls, he yanked upward and harry all but groaned, then
louis was back on fucking his mouth, cupping his head and moving it back and
forth, pushing his length into his gaping mouth.
he came when he chased his orgasm, and harry was tasting that salty, thick
semen. he swallowed and louis was kissing him through it.
so maybe there are times that harry would be feasting on some sperm cells here
and there, or whatever, but he guesses some downs like that is nothing against
being fucked in the kitchen counter, or the kitchen table. so like, it's okay
with him—to swallow some salty, bitter come. he gets to experience the
sweetness of one of the twins' dominance in their mother's part of the house
anyhow, in exchange.
because yes that had happened once with his eldest brother, and it was one of
the best harry must admit.
it was raining hard then, and louis was stranded back at a house party at the
scott's, and their mother was at a team building for the whole company while
their father was away with his buddies, making it once again being only he and
william in their house.

[it was raining hard then, and louis was stranded back at a house party at the
 scott's, and their mother was at a team building for the whole company while
their father was away with his buddies, making it once again being only he and
                               william in th...]
and like, mind but, they're like rabbits when they fuck, being boyfriends and
all that, so the alpha william took him from behind on their mother's dining
table, his cock flushed and grinding against the wooden platform.
it was quite painful, but harry worshipped painful, so he went along with it,
tiptoed on the ground with his feet wide apart, and william pouding on him from
behind, gripping harshly on either side of his hips and thrusting quickly, his
cock balls deep in harry at each slide in.
harry yelped, he sobbed and pressed his cheek against the table, but he held
onto the edge of it anyway as he pushed back to william's every slam, rolling
his hips with impressive strength, power thrusting and hitting harry's sweet
spot over and over, eliciting cries of, "fuck, fuck, fuck!" from harry, as well
as, "yes! there, there! harder, babe! yeah, fuck!"

 [harry yelped, he sobbed and pressed his cheek against the table, but he held
 onto the edge of it anyway as he pushed back to william's every slam, rolling
 his hips with impressive strength, power thrusting and hitting harry's sweet
                              spot over and o...]
william leaned down and hovered on his bent back, and harry tried to look over
his shoulder to see his face—he was glad he was able to, because god did
william look deliciously sexy, hair sticking up in different directions and
cheeks all red, biceps bulking as he pounded on harry's arse, their skins
creating obscene slapping sounds.
harry had jutted his lower lip and silently asked for a tiny kiss. but—oh, no
william gave him more of what he asked for anyway.
because william smirked for all of two short seconds span of time from then,
before he was locking lips with harry with a hand turning harry's face toward
his, the older twin urgent and seeming starved of his lips, quickly fucking his
mouth with his sweet and soft tongue, their teeth clanking; then he was biting
on harry's upper lip and letting go afterwards, leaving trails of shiny spit
across their chins and snouts, proof of how long and filthy they had snogged
one another.
william is always rough, yes. so.
so in no time, harry was squirting come all over the table and william was
flipping him around, carrying his weight and making him sit over the platform,
pushing him to lie back down on it, william reinserting his cock in him and
continuing with fucking him.
once william was coming inside of him, the rain had stopped from then. and then
they were hurrying up with cleaning up the kitchen, wiping at the come stains,
and then william was slapping his bum as they both run up the stairs, harry
cackling as he went and william grinning from ear to ear.
they hoped their mum didn't detect the scent of sex when she got home.
today harry is lying in bed with the twins, staring up the ceiling while the
two doze off.
it's a thursday and they have school in an hour, more or less, and harry isn't
even in the mood to go just yet. he just wants to tangle up with them, spend
the rest of his day laughing with them, because...
well... going to school means pretending not to be their boyfriend—their one
and only.
going to school means avoiding eye-contacts with them and enduring the
knowledge of boys and girls trying so hard to be inside their pants, trying to
impress the heck out of them, with harry supposedly just being alright with
that.
he sniffs, closing his eyes.
"i don't want that..."
"which?"
harry perks up. "hmm?"
louis has woken up then; harry stares at his blue eyes, so, so pretty and
bright against the emerging sunrise.
"that thing you said. you don't want... what exactly?"
"oh, uhm." harry bites on his cheek. should he tell him? "nothing, lou, just...
talking to myself, really."
louis looks at him, facial expression calculating. he hums. "i see." scooting
close, he takes harry by the waist and lifts him up a little, rolling them
around and making himself on top, their bodies all tangled up in the sheets and
fully naked, william sleeping soundly right beside them.
harry smiles up at louis, holding him on his arms. "what are you doing...?
william might—"
"sshh," louis smirks, seductive yet playful, "what should you call me?"
suppressing giggles, afraid they will disturb their eldest, harry rolls his
eyes, and then he's mumbling, "daddy."
louis beams. "very good," he chirps quietly, then he's pecking harry on the
nose, making harry scrunch it up giddily.
and of course, just like how things always end up given they're both naked,
louis begins grinding up and down against him, and harry arches his back in
response to that, muffling his breathy moans where he's biting at his lip hard.

[louis spits on his hand and reaches down in between their brushing tummies and
cocks, and then he's lining up the head of his own shaft across harry's prepped
 up hole, still, considering he just took them both last night, him sitting on
                                william's ...]
louis spits on his hand and reaches down in between their brushing tummies and
cocks, and then he's lining up the head of his own shaft across harry's prepped
up hole, still, considering he just took them both last night, him sitting on
william's cock with some knee socks on, then bending on all-fours for louis'
bigger one, before they all slept together, so he's good with this.

[louis spits on his hand and reaches down in between their brushing tummies and
cocks, and then he's lining up the head of his own shaft across harry's prepped
 up hole, still, considering he just took them both last night, him sitting on
                                william's ...]
and so it happens. louis slides in his dick inside him, and harry's jaw drops.
it's really still achy no matter what, even if he's loose and stretched, he
just won't get used to it. the first burn.
hmm. harry loves the first burn...
snaking his arms around louis' neck, harry pulls him down against him and
captures his lips, not caring about their morning breaths one bit.
they'll live, he rationalizes.
so like, fuck bad breaths, seriously. it only lasts three seconds anyway before
he's eventually tasting that usual minty and sweet taste of louis' tongue on
his, inviting him openly for a wild makeout session this early in the morning,
while louis slowly fucks into him, thrusts languid and honey syrupy, just a
lazy vanilla sex in this breathtakingly beautiful morning, while william is
snoring adorably next to their tangled up limbs, mind, harry living his life to
the fullest.
ha... to the fullest.
mights as well.
he already thinks he'll definitely, definitely meet everyone who has sinned
like him, once he descends down in hell.
 
Chapter End Notes
     just kill me now
***** XVII - the wild party *****
Chapter Notes
     heads up for watersports!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                             XVII - the wild party
he looks at himself on his full body mirror, eyes racking the article of
clothing that's worn on himself, pretty much tight but comfy either way, his
heart pulsing rather quickly, soaring up high in pride, at how he's speechless
upon adoring himself—how he looks like—with this lingerie that william and
louis bought for him.
it's a white and pink mixture, with ribbons and see-through fabric, the corset
part being immaculate white and the ruffles and laces all pastel and pink and
faintly rosy. it even has a pair of thigh highs that went with the clothing,
pink and pretty with embroidered floral, and harry's just... he's so
overwhelmed with the fact that he actually looks quite... cute with it,
adorable, and dare he say, fuckable, wearing it.
his brothers will definitely drool. 

                     [his brothers will definitely drool]
he has these... these curls too that complete the package... these rosy cheeks
as he is flustered all over, and he has this petite frame and tiny waist that
made this lingerie look even more perfect on him, his nipples all flushed pink
and perky as they emboss on the thin linen, and lastly his bum being just the
right amount of pert.
he looks lovely.
his lips are a shade of magenta as he licks on them, and his eyes are a popping
bright green, such great combination together with his milky complexion and
just—"wow," he mutters in awe at himself, blinking back at his reflection on
the mirror, as he tilts his head from side to side, gaze not tearing away from
the brand new sight.
and, "yeah, wow..." louis, who's lying in bed lazily this whole time, right
there from behind him mutters as well, sounding in awe just like him.
almost instantly harry blushes, because right, he's not alone in his room after
all. someone is seeing this with him—witnessing how he looks so cute with this
item of clothing.
louis has been watching him wear this piece of art, and he's been here since
this afternoon as well, just lounging in here and cuddling with him,
considering he's just finished studying calculus.
louis is the one who brought the paper bag of yet another vs haul, and harry's
just about forgotten how he'll be turning around any moment from now to show
another human specimen how he looks in this beautiful cloak.
and for the first time.
harry isn't at all feeling insecure, or self-conscious more like, compared to
the first time he wore some panties (or some feminine outfit in general), he
must say, instead he's feeling courageous. like he's wearing his superhero
outfit like it's his religion, and he's going to face louis, one of his darling
boyfriends, with full pride and dignity.
and that's exactly what he does, doing a very limited twirl, stopping at his
heel and biting on his lip as he looks down at the lying figure of louis over
his bed.
blinking back at his boy, harry watches on as louis slowly sits up with his jaw
hanging down, and then he's standing up, still with that awed facial expression
and he's walking towards him, hand reaching out, giving harry the urge to meet
him halfway.
louis takes him by the waist. "look at you," he whispers lowly, lifting up his
other hand and placing it on harry's chest. harry looks at that particular
hand, following it with his eyes, seeing the way louis is feeling up the
material under his palm and admiring openly. "so gorgeous, baby, so
beautiful..."
like it's second nature, harry flushes warmly and he ducks his head down
immediately, pink at the cheeks. there are fingers tipping his chin up in a
second heartbeat, and once again blue is meeting green. "thank you," he all but
murmurs, flustered, and then there are soft lips that are pressing against his
own.

[they have a mini makeout session while louis roams his hands all over his back
and bum, hands gripping at his arse cheeks when they reach them, swaying their
 bodies together as they turn around and until harry can feel the edge of the
                               bed hitting ...]
they have a mini makeout session while louis roams his hands all over his back
and bum, hands gripping at his arse cheeks when they reach them, swaying their
bodies together as they turn around and until harry can feel the edge of the
bed hitting the back of his knees. he ends up sitting down and louis follows
him, and until they're lying back down on bed and he's underneath louis'
towering body.
they cut the kiss short, and harry's all out and panting, lips tingly and
fuzzy, louis' own next to him the exact same, looking so puffy and pink. harry
reaches and cups louis' chin, then he's grazing his thumb across louis' lower
lip, wiping away some remnants of glinting spit. louis breaks into a lazy cat
grin.
"love you."
harry smiles. "love you more."
**
harry caresses louis' jaw, loves the feeling of his stubble against his skin,
loves the roughness and scruffy texture; he looks up at him, loving the way
louis is holding him possessively around his waist.
"so... i want you to be honest with me now, lou," he murmurs, staring down at
louis' gleaming bright blue eyes, as he is lying on top of him, their limbs
tangled peacefully, breathing serene.
today is a thursday, and they've skipped school because louis doesn't feel like
going, william is at a job hunt, has texted he's already being interviewed, and
harry—he just didn't want to go as well, because his brothers won't be there,
so.

  [today is a thursday, and they've skipped school because louis doesn't feel
      like going, william is at a job hunt, has texted he's already being
interviewed, and harry—he just didn't want to go as well, because his brothers
                              won't be there, so]
so here they are now, harry in his new lingerie, holding hands and snuggling in
bed with louis, who's just in his boxer shorts and rubbing soothing circles
right across his lower back, fingers trailing over the ruffles of his added
corset.
eventually, louis perks up, and he quips softly, "shoot, love. anything. what
is it?"
peering over his eyelashes that are downcast, harry pops his lips before he
asks, "are you and william still... you know, fucking sometimes? like, without
me?" seeing how louis' eyes narrow and his brows furrow, harry quickly
backtracks, stuttering slightly, "i mean, well, that's fine, you know? it's
just, like, fine with me. it's something you both did first after all, and i've
just so happened to be a bonus to your antics. you don't have to stop just
because—"
"sshh," louis cuts his rambling, putting a finger across his lips. he's
effectively silenced. he stares back at the older boy and said boy slowly
breaks into a roguishly sly smirk, "nah, not anymore." he pinches harry's
cheek, says, "we're all yours to ride from now on, baby boy."
feeling butterflies swarm in his belly, harry blushes. and he ducks his head
down, rests his chin on louis' chest.
he mumbles shyly, "okay..."
he feels louis kissing the top of his head, and then they're lying wordless and
quiet once again. a couple of heartbeats and harry sidles sideways, can't
resist it, puts an arm around louis' hips; louis huffs a chuckle, and then he's
taking harry's hand and putting it on his groin.

 [ a couple of heartbeats and harry sidles sideways, can't resist it, puts an
  arm around louis' hips; louis huffs a chuckle, and then he's taking harry's
                       hand and putting it on his groin]
harry hides a smile to himself, cheeks hot and tingly, and he's cupping louis'
hard-on.
they don't fuck that afternoon, but louis' stayed by his side until he's fallen
fast asleep.
**
okay, so maybe they did fuck that afternoon. when harry stirred awake, he'd had
this sexual urge to just hop on louis' lying limp body next to him, dead to the
world and asleep, snoring unconscious, and went down on him, taking his cock in
his mouth.
louis didn't wake up until later, until harry had been choking on his dick (but
wouldn't stop), swallowing him down with such practiced ease, savoring his
entirety, the saltiness, loving the thickness and heaviness of him. louis had
got his left eye open by the time he was spilling on harry's hot mouth,
releasing a breathy moan indicating he'd fully woken up.
then he smirked, complimented harry and then he was pinning him down the bed,
making harry's mouth gape open at the dominance applied, pushing the back part
of his panties aside to reveal his hole, then louis was prepping it with spit-
slicked fingers.
he fucked harry sideways, thighs pressed close together tightly, making his
hole tight all the same—which had made it even more pleasurable as it was
painful, because he could feel all of louis' girth and length, hitting his
prostate repeatedly and harshly, truly much rough on him.
harry moaned, he moaned a lot, and louis was quiet all throughout it; whenever
he tried to reach over his own cock to pump on it, louis slapped his hand, and
harry was so turned on with that gesture that he just clung on to the pillow
beside him and let louis do all the work.
he pounded hard on harry, making that skin to skin slapping noise fill the
taciturnity of the entire room itself, together with harry's groaning and
desperate desires of getting friction put to his leaking cock.
there was a spot on the pillow now and it was harry's own drool as his mouth
was gaping with the feeling of penetration on his prostate, louis always
brushing his cock against it, over an over
"f-fuck. louis, please—i—," he whimpered out, voice whiny and high.
louis huffed, going harder and faster, rougher. "wrong pseudo, baby," he rasped
to harry's ear.
harry's head perked up at that, and then he was craning his head to the side to
look over his shoulder then to louis, their eyes locking intensely as louis
fucked him relentlessly. harry opened his mouth, tongue darting out to lick on
his lips, then, "please, daddy..."
and just like that, louis was releasing his his load while still inside harry,
just as harry was squirting himself and making his brand new lingerie stained
with white stripes.
 

   [after that, louis was quick to flip them over, sliding out of harry for
 probably just about five seconds short, and then harry was pushed down on the
bed on his front, louis kneeling down behind him as he spread his thighs apart]
after that, louis was quick to flip them over, sliding out of harry for
probably just about five seconds short, and then harry was pushed down on the
bed on his front, louis kneeling down behind him as he spread his thighs apart.
and once again louis was sliding in his cock back to harry's wet hole, easy as
pie, once again fucking him until he couldn't see straight—couldn't think
straight.
he was so high with it, so dizzy, his eyes rolling at the back of his head,
feeling so, so good his toes were curling. it was fucking addicting being
fucked like this, being manhandled, being toyed around and used. louis wasn't
even giving him an option, he was just holding harry down and making him take
his cock, his hard thrusts, and until he was coming for the second time, harry
all wrecked and limp and breathing heavily with his face buried on the pillow.
louis turned him around, and then he was taking harry's cock in his hand and
pumping it quickly, smooth and easy, then harry was coming too fast too soon,
white semen scattered all over his belly and the corset, his thighs and legs
all pliant and jelly sprawled across the bed. louis surged down and kissed his
lips, then he was cleaning harry up with the muscle tee he discarded earlier on
the day.
**
"are you really leaving tonight? to that...party?" harry asks, hands on his
lap, watching tentatively and following all of louis' movements inside his
room, the younger twin running a hand through his hair and now just standing by
the edge of the bed.

 [party?" harry asks, hands on his lap, watching tentatively and following all
 of louis' movements inside his room, the younger twin running a hand through
            his hair and now just standing by the edge of the bed]
he looks at harry, biting and licking his lips. harry wants to kiss those lips.
"yes, haz. why?"
"well... i... i don't want to be alone, lou. i, uhm... william isn't going home
early, see—he just texted. mum and dad are never home either, and just..." he
mumbles, looking down on his hands, frowning. he's still wearing the lingerie,
the thigh highs and the corset, regardless if they got come all over them some
minutes ago. whatever though, he shouldn't think about that for now. all he
wants is to be with one of his boyfriends tonight. "don't leave me?"

              [louis blows a sigh, and that has harry looking up]
louis blows a sigh, and that has harry looking up. "i really wish i could let
you come with me, baby. let you meet some of our friends, but." he shrugs,
coming closer to harry. "but william said—"
"forget what he said," harry suddenly blurts. he almost cupped his hand over
his mouth, because shit. he may have fucked up.
as a result, louis blinks at him, mouth parting open slightly. "what?"

          [harry stares up at louis just as louis stares down at him]
harry stares up at louis just as louis stares down at him. and they don't say a
word.
half an hour later they're both dressed in pants and shirt, harry having the
audacity to wear a pair of william's shoes (because he misses him) and then
they're piling inside their mother's car, louis driving them out of the garage.
they're off to one of louis and william's friends' house.
**

 [the place is packed with teenagers and suffocating gray smoke and reeking of
weed and drunken girls and boys dancing to some upbeat music, while one throws
 up at a wall, and one goes wild atop a table, and two dry-hump by the stairs,
                                     and—]
the place is packed with teenagers and suffocating gray smoke and reeking of
weed and drunken girls and boys dancing to some upbeat music, while one throws
up at a wall, and one goes wild atop a table, and two dry-hump by the stairs,
and—
god, it's a wild house party.

  [there are red cups everywhere, scattered on the floor, topless boys taking
 pictures here and there, wearing sunglasses despite the late of night, a lot
 drinking vodka and whiskey; some are already lying on the floor, passed out,
                            some group of frie...]
there are red cups everywhere, scattered on the floor, topless boys taking
pictures here and there, wearing sunglasses despite the late of night, a lot
drinking vodka and whiskey; some are already lying on the floor, passed out,
some group of friends lounging on beat up sofas and chainsmoking marijuana and
hot box, talking and laughing to themselves.

  [there are red cups everywhere, scattered on the floor, topless boys taking
 pictures here and there, wearing sunglasses despite the late of night, a lot
 drinking vodka and whiskey; some are already lying on the floor, passed out,
                            some group of frie...]
and, well... harry knows almost everyone. almost. he sees them in school, sees
them by the corridors and pantry. only thing is though, they're all seniors.
they don't know him. they're all two years ahead of harry.
"yo! pass me the fuckin' ball!"
he stares at a couple of people playing beer pong at a corner, blinking softly
bit by bit, then flicks his gaze to the boy and the girl on his left who have
been making out for more than an hour now since he and louis got here, while he
all but sits on a couch clutching a red cup with some beer in it, given by that
same guy from the bar, the one who'd also given him four cups more, with girls
and guys talking loudly—flirting—on either side of him.

[he stares at a couple of people playing beer pong at a corner, blinking softly
 bit by bit, then flicks his gaze to the boy and the girl on his left who have
been making out for more than an hour now since he and louis got here, while he
                                all but si...]
louis has pushed through the crowd of mingling bodies for over ten minutes now,
has left harry on his own, because he was called by one of his mates, the owner
of this house where they got invited to.
or, well, louisgot invited to.
harry sighs, pouts to himself as he searches the crowd of wispy brown hair and
all-black attire, maybe someone who's wearing some tight skinny jeans with
their arms littered by black inks.
he doesn't see that guy. where did louis go?
"hey," says someone from his left all the sudden.
harry looks up, and—oh. tristan campbell. why is he talking to harry? parting
his lips open, harry just chooses to ride along, because what choice does he
have? louis isn't here...
besides, he's a brother of one of the tomlinson twins, isn't he? and louis has
already introduced him to almost everyone in this party. only that none of them
stuck around, even louis himself.
all harry did is drink that same beer being given to him every time he finishes
one. sigh... although, it's clear as day that louis was needed somewhere
upstairs. maybe they're getting weed. psh. anyway, harry replies, skeptical,
"hi?"

   ["you're harry, right? william and louis' younger brother?" tristan asks,
                   flashing those white teeth as he smiles]
"you're harry, right? william and louis' younger brother?" tristan asks,
flashing those white teeth as he smiles.
and, well, okay. so tristan campbell knows him. that's news...
"yes, i am," harry then says, braving a smile himself.
"wow... the lads are right then, you arepretty," muses tristan, and that—wait,
what? heartbeats going fast, that has harry's eyes go wide, because, did he
hear him just right? "the lads think he's pretty"? who are those lads anyway?
what's going on? still dumbfounded, harry almost misses the part where tristan
is extending his hand forward to shake his own. harry blinks rapidly to return
his attention on the boy before him, and then said boy is speaking again. "i'm
tristan, one of your brothers' mates. it's nice to finally meet you, harry."
gulping, harry takes tristan's hand and shakes it, feeling the calloused larger
hand of the jock grasping his own longer andtighter than necessary. harry feels
goosebumps trail along his neck because of it. "it's... nice to, uh... meet you
too," he mumbles shyly.
and of course, just like any sane person he doesn't yell at tristan campbell's
face and tell him how he actually knowshim, because what the hell? he's one of
the football team's star players. everyone in their high school knows him.
everyone knows he's a fuckboy too, just like louis and william, their campus
reputation.
but like, obviously, harry knows his brothers, and the only one they fuck is
harry, and that's that. harry doesn't know about tristan though, whether or not
the rumors are true.
just then, when harry's about to take a sip of his beer, tristan is saying
something again. "so, anyway, louis is upstairs with my sister—the birthday
girl of this party. they must be doing the do," he chuckles, and harry's
stomach coils hotly right away, his heart crawling up his throat and staying
there. his cheeks are hot as well as his ears.
and, "w-what do you mean doing the do?"
"oh, you know." tristan wiggles his brows, mirthful and suggestive. "having
sex, or whatever."
"oh," harry whispers out, and everything else after that information sinks in
his head has just been a blur and he doesn't think he wants to even stay in
this place anymore.
he went here because he wanted to be with one of the twins, at least, not be
stuck at home doing nothing and worrying over whether william got the job, or
louis being here doing drugs... or more like having sex—or even being flirted
with—with the birthday girl herself. who is the birthday girl anyway? tristan
said it's his sister. who is she?
swallowing down the lump on his throat, harry faces tristan. "who's your
sister?"
tristan grins at him, a dimple popping up from his cheek, completely oblivious
of the millions of things that are running in circle around his head. just like
the rage harry is feeling—the jealousy—just by the idea of louis having sex
with someone else other than him.

 [although harry knows that's a complete bluff, because he trusts louis, it's
just that—it's so frustrating that he can't slam this tristan fuckboy and tell
him that he and louis are actually fucking and that they're goddamn boyfriends,
                               because if a...]
although harry knows that's a complete bluff, because he trusts louis, it's
just that—it's so frustrating that he can't slam this tristan fuckboy and tell
him that he and louis are actually fucking and that they're goddamn boyfriends,
because if any that's practical suicidal. even louis and william will probably
shut him out if they ever found out he admitted their sins to an outsider, and
then harry will be doomed by then.
harry doesn't want that. never.
"danielle," tristan finally says. harry sees him wink. "she's a new transfer
from our school. she's grown a liking towards your bro it seems. you're cool
with that, aren't you?"
out of words to say, harry only nods, stiffly so as his heart and mind want to
oppose. his head is spinning, he's drank quite a lot of beer—this stupid,
particular beer.
he's been sitting here waiting for louis, and he's feeling this down syndrome
being under the scrutiny of this person he never asked to even be around with.
but mostly, he just hates it that he can't act the way he should—the part where
he should be getting louis, so maybe they can both spend the rest of the night
being with each other's side.
"well, good! because i actually already asked your brother if he's okay with me
and you, and he said yes." tristan leans in closer, and harry can feel his warm
breath as it tickles his neck. he shivers. "so like, if it's okay with you,
come with me upstairs? louis and the others are waiting."
at hearing louis' name, harry all the sudden doesn't raise any single doubt
anymore. this guy is basically saying louis sent him over to fetch harry. and
mind, but, harry needs to see his boyfriend. so without much ado, harry makes
to stand and he feels a hand brushing against his shirt, then a huge palm is
supporting his back, preventing him to topple over.

   [ so without much ado, harry makes to stand and he feels a hand brushing
 against his shirt, then a huge palm is supporting his back, preventing him to
                                 topple over]
god, the spinning of his surroundings just worsened when he stood. he can't
even recall anymore the path they took when tristan walked him through the
mills of bodies downstairs, and then up here.
because yes, they've made it to the second floor of the gigantic house of the
campbells.
"okay, where is he? where's lou?" he asks after a while, after tristan has lead
him to a room. it's quite dark in here, quite serene as well—being inside it
muffles the loud booming music that's playing on the ground floor. harry
doesn't see anyone in this area but them. he narrows his eyes at tristan. "did
you trick me?" he asks, a bit appalled.

                [ "did you trick me?" he asks, a bit appalled]
he's so, so high. what's even happening? all he drank was that pesky beer!
just then, harry feels tristan's arms snaking around his waist; oddly enough,
harry's alright with it. his body likes it. he doesn't know why exactly, but
all he can feel is pleasure anyway.
he...loves being held. he sighs to the touch, almost leaning in to it. then
again, however, this isn't the right person that he wants to hold him this
certain way, so instead of go along with it, his first instinct is to push
tristan away.
"aww," tristan coos, holding his stance. harry's balled fists are on his
muscular chest, "i'm not gonna do anything except make out with you,
tomlinson." he smiles coyly at harry, languid and lustful. "did you really
think we're going to the others? they're in the other room. louis didn't know
i'm hitting on his little brother right now, and no one should ever know."
and, what the fuck? what's with this boy? is he actually doing this to harry
right now? tristan campbell, one of the high school jocks, the one girls drop
to their knees for, is admitting to hitting on harry?
and most especially, "y-you're gay?"
laughing, tristan shakes his head. "none of your business, tomlinson," he says,
voice low and husky. he reaches up and grabs on harry's nape, pulling him
against him. harry gasps, his cheeks all hot, and he's one breath away from
tristan once again, the taller guy towering over his body.
"why me...?" is all harry can squeak out, before tristan is closing the gap
between their lips. harry's eyes go wide, and he doesn't know what to do with
his hands. tristan is grinding against him, and it's just so mind racing that
this time is pretty inconvenient because all harry wants to do is pee. all
those beers he's consumed are killing him.
while the boy is trying to make him kiss back, harry decides against it and
pushes tristan once more. "let go," he breathes out, and then he's slipping
away from his hold, about to go out of the room, only that tristan has stopped
him and this time, the boy isn't so easy with him anymore; he practically pins
harry against the wall.
harry winces, eyes closing at the impact. his head is throbbing like mad.
there's a husky voice that's talking in his ear in a second, "did you like all
those beers i kept giving you, pretty?"
and, what? harry's eyes snap open. "what...? you..."
"i let them serve all of those to you, pretty. the moment i saw you and louis
walked through our doors, i already knew you're the one i want to play with
tonight."
"p-play with? what do you mean?" he pants, breathless and nervous. he can feel
tristan's hand traveling down from his chest and then to his abdomen—and then
lower and, fuck. not there, not there, not there, he chants in his head.
"oh, just. you know," tristan proceeds, vague and limited with the words he
speaks. "just something."
just something? harry rolls his eyes. "please. i need to use the bathroom,
tristan. is it okay if—"
"you do, don't you?" the boy cuts in fast, and harry almost squeaked when
tristan pressed his fucking bladder. because what the fuck?
"what the fuck," he groans out. his cheeks are all hot, and his head is
throbbing harder now like a motherfucker, and he needs to fucking pee.
"fucking—let me go, campbell, i need to pee! jesus christ!"
"i know," tristan says, smirking at harry as they make eye-contact—but not for
too long now when he once again presses on harry's bladder and harry closes his
eyes as he whimpers, the boy's other hand kneading on harry's right bum cheek.
"it's part of the game i wanted to play with you."
after he's said that last part, for some reason, harry feels his dick twitch in
his pants, like he's having this erection because of the need to pee so bad.
and tristan just so happens to squeeze so hard on his bum as well, fingers
still prodding and pressing hard on his bladder. harry's eyes roll at the back
of his head, therefore, and then the next thing is that he's leaving it all to
the flow of the happenings, because not only is he getting aroused by this
(only because of his full and thumping bladder), but he also is slowly running
out of breath. as if he's got punched on the guts. again, what's happening?
can't take it anymore, can't hold his pee anymore, harry tries taking a deep
breath despite his heart is palpitating so rapidly, he opens his mouth and—he
screams, "louis!!!"
he doesn't know if tristan is getting alerted by this, he's got his eyes closed
throughout it, nevertheless he's hearing the door opening, and he knows someone
came to his rescue somehow (he hopes it's louis), just for the sake of prying
tristan off him—this fucking weirdo. god.
and that's how the other person who busted inside the room finds them anyway;
with harry peeing his pants with tears stains on his flushed cheeks, tristan
campbell still grinding against him, kissing along his neck while he's got him
limply pressed up against the wall, and harry having a nervous breakdown as his
heartbeats race faster, faster, and faster.
"there you are, har—! what the actual...fuck?" the new person—louis fucking
tomlinson—finally growls out. he hears him laugh bitterly, scarily sardonic,
"oh, hoh, hoh no, dude bro pal bitch, notmy fucking brother." harry dares to
open his eyes, heavylidded and dazed, and turns to the direction of where louis
stands, and—full batch of tears finally break and stream down his face.
he feels dirty, he feels sticky and he knows he probably stinks. he's got pee
all over his pants. the only relief he has now is the fact he isn't feeling
like peeing anymore, but his heart is beating too fast it's uncanny though that
he's so close to fainting.
and maybe that's what's happened next, because when tristan has been pried off
of him by louis, and by the time harry's heard louis yelling angrily—harry
catches a glimpse of what he does to tristan's face, the reason why tristan
fell to the ground; he punched him, hard, couple of blots of blood appearing
there—harry's suddenly losing air in his lungs and until he's lying there
lifeless.

[and maybe that's what's happened next, because when tristan has been pried off
  of him by louis, and by the time harry's heard louis yelling angrily—harry
  catches a glimpse of what he does to tristan's face, the reason why tristan
                             fell to the groun...]
the last thing he registers is of louis contacting william as he is hearing him
shout over the phone, "come get us! i think harry's drugged!" because then he's
blacking out.
he never expected for his night to go like this. not at all.
**
"this is why i don't want you to be left alone with him! god!"
"bullshit! you and i both didn't see that coming. tristan campbell? going both
ways?! who would've thought! that fuckboy who's fucked every chick in this
godforsaken planet, jesus fuck."
"besides the point, tomlinson, you shouldn't have brought our youngest to that
fucking party! louis, someone could've known! about us! about this!"
"what actual rubbish? i wouldn't let that happen, you know that, will!" there's
a frustrated groan, then louis' voice is bordering on desperate, toning down a
few notches, "babe, harry didn't want to be alone, so i took him. if you didn't
go to liam's pad and just decided to go home early—you fucking, sodding liar, i
still hate you about that, just so you know—then harry wouldn't have given me
the puppy eyes to bring him with me."
"he what?"
"heasked me to take him. we both know you'd do the same, don't even fucking
deny it. we can never resist him."
"fuck."
"yeah, fuck indeed, i'm right. goddamn campbell, got me hands bloody tonight,
then stupid danielle kicked us out their house; never took him for a kinky
little fuckwit."
"why, what did he do to harry?"
"harry peed his pants while the asshole was pressing him against the wall. i
think he forced harry to pee that way."
"that cunt. made sure to break his face?"
"you're referring to louis tomlinson, of fucking course i made sure he won't be
coming to school tomorrow."
"cocky twat, you are."
"you love it."
opening his eyes as he's had enough eavesdropping, harry peers around just to
make sure he's back in the safety of his room—or the twins' room at the
least—and is relieved that he actually is. truth be told, his head still hurts
and his throat is sore, but just by having the knowledge he was drugged after
all, makes him all the more reassured.
the only thing that matters is the twins are right by his side once again; it's
already enough that he falls right back to sleep and proceeds to snuggle with
the cushion right next to him.
Chapter End Notes
     yoo, so the real drama has begun. soz guys. someone from my friends
     asked for one... )):
***** XVIII - the blackmail *****
Chapter Notes
     heads up for danielle's viciousness ugh
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                             XVIII - the blackmail
came morning after the party at the campbells, harry saw the state of louis'
knuckles that was littered with wounds and dried blood. he didn't exactly
removed all of it from his fists, and harry, more than any, had felt so bad
about it that the first thing he did was panic, then cry, and then he was
rushing to the kitchen where he knew his mother had stocked a first aid kit.
[ he didn't exactly removed all of it from his fists, and harry, more than any,
 had felt so bad about it that the first thing he did was panic, then cry, and
then he was rushing to the kitchen where he knew his mother had stocked a first
                                   aid kit]
he came back later in his room where louis and william were lazing about, louis
smoking a pot by the window and william doing sit-ups on the floor, just the
typical they do in a day when they don't plan on going someplace.
harry rushed over to louis as soon as he busted through the door, startling
both louis and william with how frantic he'd looked, most specially when he'd
snatched louis' hand that wasn't holding anything (a cigarette), then he was
quick to pour it with some betadine to cleanse the wound, make louis' eyes go
wide momentarily until he was wrapping it with some bandage and letting it stay
and hold that way with a pin.
 [harry rushed over to louis as soon as he busted through the door, startling
 both louis and william with how frantic he'd looked, most specially when he'd
 snatched louis' hand that wasn't holding anything (a cigarette), then he was
                             quick to pour it...]
harry did the same with his other hand, that louis so willingly extended toward
him, making harry's heart soar at the soft smile louis was wearing, and then
the moment was soon over and he was eventually fixed, and louis was kissing
harry's forehead with a silent thank you and i love you.
harry was preening and leaning into the roughness touch of louis' bandaged
palms against his cheek, like a kitten who got praised by their master he
sighed contentedly—he was thatgone for him.
then they were all heading toward the en suite afterwards and louis and william
were undressing him as they got inside, as they both did to themselves all the
same, taking their shirts off and bottoms, then their oldest brother was
switching the faucet on the tub to fill it up with blue bathbomb consumed
water.
   [then they were all heading toward the en suite afterwards and louis and
william were undressing him as they got inside, as they both did to themselves
 all the same, taking their shirts off and bottoms, then their oldest brother
                            was switching the f...]
the three of them got in—harry in the middle, squished between the twins, all
their knees bent for them all to fit right in—and while louis smoked away with
the spliff he'd carefully rolled earlier, william and harry made out next to
him for the better part of the hour they dipped in the water.
[the three of them got in—harry in the middle, squished between the twins, all
their knees bent for them all to fit right in—and while louis smoked away with
 the spliff he'd carefully rolled earlier, william and harry made out next to
                               him for the b...]
it was all wet tongue and clean teeth and fingers tangled through hairs,
harry's cheeks all numb with how passionate and carefully fixated william was
upon snogging the life out of him.
he had his face angled sideways, opposed to harry's own, and he was so expert
with his mouth and sweet tongue that harry just couldn't get enough of him.
because like...
it was just so addicting on harry's part, this, kissing william—whoever from
the both of them—having quality bonding time with his better halves, being in
the center of their attentions and sexual urges, the one they want to baby all
the time, shower with kisses and tender (or rough) touches.
 [it was just so addicting on harry's part, this, kissing william—whoever from
 the both of them—having quality bonding time with his better halves, being in
the center of their attentions and sexual urges, the one they want to baby all
                               the time, sho...]
harry doesn't know exactly why, he hasn't thought of it much, but ever since
he's been devirginized it seems that his body has craved sex starting on that
day. sure, he's had a battle with his mind, has had these fears of getting into
bed with his brothers, but his body told a different story.
his body loves it, is hungry for it. his lips always tingle with wanting
contact with another lips, his dick twitched at the mere thought of getting
touched, getting manhandled, same with his nipples that get all perky and
pointy when he hears the word sex, or if any of his brothers instigated getting
cozy, getting hot, that sort.
   [ his lips always tingle with wanting contact with another lips, his dick
twitched at the mere thought of getting touched, getting manhandled, same with
his nipples that get all perky and pointy when he hears the word sex, or if any
                              of his brothers...]
it's as though an inner sex machine subconscious has been released in him—he
suddenly wants sex all the time.
whatever they call the likes of him, harry doesn't know if he's all too happy
that he's become one of those. or perhaps sad, for that matter.
  [all he knows is when he's being touched in all the right way, being held,
being toyed with like a puppet (metaphorically so), it's as if he wants to fly
in pure bliss, wants to dance and sing in sheer joy, feeling none but lust and
                              wanton; the com...]
all he knows is when he's being touched in all the right way, being held, being
toyed with like a puppet (metaphorically so), it's as if he wants to fly in
pure bliss, wants to dance and sing in sheer joy, feeling none but lust and
wanton; the complete opposite of being offended in any way, or feeling remorse
in the least. what with most people don't appreciate being dominated in a game
they think they know how to play.
it's insane how he's gone from being purely innocent into this new persona: a
submissive boy who desires domination, who gets happy instead of morbidity when
being used, tied down, pinned down, and all that brashness that can be applied
in order to please his craving body.
it's crazy how time flies so fast, how the changes in events move from one
point to another drastically—how all these things are working in such
mysterious, unprecedented ways.
**
 [the sunlight washes through the slight crack of the only open window in his
   room creating silhouettes of louis and william's bodies over his own bed]
the sunlight washes through the slight crack of the only open window in his
room creating silhouettes of louis and william's bodies over his own bed.
harry is sat in a chair nearby his study desk, naked and still, just got out of
the bath they've all been in, and just staring at the beauty that are his
brothers—or boyfriends—those two who are also naked from head to toe, making
out and caressing each other's cheeks.
 [harry is sat in a chair nearby his study desk, naked and still, just got out
 of the bath they've all been in, and just staring at the beauty that are his
 brothers—or boyfriends—those two who are also naked from head to toe, making
                             out and caressin...]
he doesn't particularly know how they officially got here, but he thinks it has
to do with william and his dominant streak, once again controlling the
happenings between them all, and suggested they do something "fun".
harry never realized this sooner, but he thinks his oldest brother is a voyeur.
that person who gets sexual pleasure by watching other people have sex... and
the fun that he's talking about probably is that for harry to know what it
feels like how being the way william is as well.
being a mentor once again, the older twin, teaching harry how to be flexible
when it comes to knowing what and which does he like in terms of receiving
relish. no matter if done to him—or if done to someone else that he sees.
well, william said it'll be fun, so might as well try to enjoy it, even if
given he's seeing his boyfriend getting fucked by his other boyfriend...
which should hurt, right? that could spike jealousy in him...
but he'll see where this would go.
"just sit back and enjoy the show, baby," louis tells him, looking over his
shoulder with a cheeky wink.
harry's tummy gets filled with fluttering butterflies and he swallows his spit.
he nods. "yeah... i'll try," he whispers hoarsely, cheeks all warm and fuzzy.
"try, what, harry?"
he gulps. "i-i'll try, daddy..."
"very good, princess," mumbles louis smugly.
at that he sees william smirk, hands revealing veins having to grab louis' arse
cheeks and squeeze hard, letting their groins grind deliciously. it's amazing
how they've gone so casual with it—with this—how that that in itself is a
massive evidence of how they've already fucked multiple times, all the time, in
the past and are now so used to each other, have memorized the other's body,
that this, plausibly, is just a big time throwback now. for them.
harry can only swallow, swallow and swallow his saliva, just to avoid possibly
drooling. they both look hot and he is left to just admire them from a
distance, is not allowed to join them if just for this moment in time. he's
just there to watch, to feel his libido pool at its peak.
...and to see them fuck.
harry thinks he's alright with that.
not taking his eyes off the two boys, harry in his best regards the way william
is savoring louis' mouth, kissing him hungrily and roughly, fingers carding
through his brown hair and fisting at it, angling louis' head sideways to get a
better pace with the way he's sliding his tongue in between his moving lips;
and he watches the way louis is pushing forward as well, just as dominant as
the other, and snaking his arms around william's torso to make them firmly
flushed from their chests to their stomachs, hips flicking and rolling as they
grind eagerly, louis already getting william to lie back down on the bed, a
groan escaping from the older twin's lips.
   [not taking his eyes off the two boys, harry in his best regards the way
  william is savoring louis' mouth, kissing him hungrily and roughly, fingers
carding through his brown hair and fisting at it, angling louis' head sideways
                           to get a better pace...]
harry doesn't know who will get it in the arse between them two, but he's
willing to find out either way so he holds himself upright to focus, not
minding the hardness of his own cock just seeing his lovers like this, in his
own room on his own bed, nonetheless.
"gonna fuck you by fucking myself on you, okay?" one of them mutters darkly.
harry didn't catch who said that, or why they articulated their word like that,
but now he's getting goosebumps everywhere either way, because the way one of
them said that is just so fucking hot that he feels fireworks. it's all too hot
for him to handle, shit.
but then william slips out of louis' hold then, and he's fetching the lube from
the nightstand, and—he's chucking it over to louis while the other one catches
it with a flourish. harry sees louis smiling slyly down on the bottle as he
lets it drop on the bed sheet, taking the bandage around his hands off, one by
one, throwing them off the bed, and then he's squirting some lube on his bare
hand, smearing it and putting it on his dick.
william comes back but not after he's mischievously winked at harry, making
harry shiver just with that alone.
harry holds his breath, watching as william lies back down to bed again,
spreading his thighs apart and pulling louis in between them, as if telling him
to get the fuck over here and fuck me, pet, i want it rough, i want it quick,
stop pussying out and just get this over and done with, because of how louis is
just letting it happen and even giggling at the force and strength of william
who's singlehandedly overpowered him.
and... wow. that's... harry is throbbing now. he's so thrilled.
from the looks of it, despite william is going to be fucked, still, his
dominance is present and is oozing out of his body, like a spiritual aura that
just refuses to—go—away. like he really is born for it. he just doesn't care if
he's the one receiving it or giving it, all he cares about is being in control
no matter the position he's in.
harry sniffs. okay, he's good with this. this is new, but he's finding this
comprehensible, still.
halfway done with slicking up his cock, william shocks harry when he suddenly
grabs louis by the back of his head and pulls at it, pushing it in between his
thighs, louis' face burying on his arsehole as he growls, "fucking eat me out."
his eyes go wide and his heart crawls up his throat. then again, what's more
shocking is how louis only laughs, like he's used to william being like this
with him, and he says, "alright, alright, mr. bossy," his voice muffled by
being squished against william's arse cheeks.
and so it begins; louis lets go of everything and anything else and grabs hold
of william's thighs to steady him, pushing them even wider apart from each.
then william is throwing his head back on the pillow behind him as that
happens, hands still clutching on louis' hair, veins appearing on his forearms,
pushing and pushing the younger twin's head in between his spread out thighs,
while he thrusts his arse forward to his buried face.
louis finally starts doing his thing by now, harry can tell just by the way
william's mouth is opening inch by inch from where he lies, those lips forming
a beautiful perfect o, low groans and little moans sounding in the air around
them, and then some wet obscene sounds following right after. harry knows
that's louis' tongue flicking and fucking in and out and across william's hole,
just like how he does to harry's; and harry is so, so fucking jealous right now
that he's not allowed to join them, his own shaft getting harder and harder
curved up over his belly, the longer he sees them being dirty like this without
him.
"fuck... fuck... so fucking good, louis, so fucking fantasticwith your fucking
tongue," william begins to wail and growl under his breath, the more precised
louis' tounge-fucking at him derails. harry bites his lip, hand trailing down
to take his own cock that's already leaking at the slit, starts pumping it.
over the bed he sees how louis' pushed up his knees to kneel, then he's
kneading on william's arse cheeks and spreading them apart, face pushing
forward, making william's head hit the headboard quite already at how manic he
is with him. william doesn't look like he felt that, because instead of dealing
with it, he just chooses to lean with his nape against aforementioned headboard
and continues to fist at louis' hair and push him further and further against
him.
louis groans and he's only getting more earnest and rougher, harry can see his
jaw moving frantically, rapidly, making william roll his hips to get by, to be
in sync with each of flick and thrust of louis' sharp tongue.
and until harry is at his peak that william is groaning so loud and so long,
"ooooaaahhhh," that louis slows down with his blows, and william is letting go
of his head, letting louis sit back again, but with, more or less, ragged puffs
of breath, as if he's held his breath for that long just for william to get
satisfied without him having the need to gasp for air.
it was that intense.
and harry is a sweating mess.
"that good enough, babe?" louis then asks, voice barely audible as though it
was wholly meant just for william to hear. oddly enough harry feels a pang in
his chest, but he ignores it completely because he knows it's absurd. he can't
be really jealous of his own boyfriends fucking now, can he? he owns them, they
own him, they're all together and love each other, so really, he needs to suck
it up. this is just them having "fun", he always needs to remind himself. fuck.
not having the time to regard his own mind-qualms, harry gets back to pumping
his dick then, and focusing back to the show; louis is getting his own cock
slicked up again, pumping it lazily, while william readjusts himself over the
mattress, lying back down properly once more and looking dazedly albeit darkly
up at louis with no words coming up from his throat, but a mere nod is given,
and that has louis already grinning.
just then harry watches as louis finally lines up his dick across william's
hole, the head of it tugging against the puckered, wet rim of the older twin,
loose and open and red because of louis eating him out just now, and that idea
itself has harry on edge quite already, especially when louis is finally
inserting his cock inside said clenching hole and william is arching his back
artfully throughout it, as louis slowly but surely bottoms out, so, so deeply
pushed in, to the point where his balls are touching william's arse cheeks.
that makes harry gasp, and then louis is sliding back out, only to thrust back
in. william curses loudly, "fucking bitch!" and louis pants out a laugh. louis
pushes out and pushes in, hard and smooth and quick, causing william to extend
his arms forward and cling onto louis' shoulders, pulling him down with him.
louis' body easily complies and then they're facing each other by a couple of
inches between them, louis' hips rolling with every pound inside william,
william just taking and taking, biting on his lip and licking at it, louis
going harder and harder and rougheron him.
but then that kind of position where william is underneath doesn't last too
long now—because then the older twin is stopping the younger one, releasing the
connection between them first, and then he's flipping them over so he's on top.
louis seems alright with that because he only smirks in a lazy manner, looking
at his twin, arms coming up to bend with his fingers interlacing, hands serving
as pillows underneath his head. then he lets william does all the work starting
from there.
"go on then, be the demanding little bitch you are, babe," he says, mirthful
and amused.
"always," says william, sounding quite wrecked, and then he's straddling louis'
hips and taking his cock in his hand and—he's lining it up across his own hole
and sitting down in one swift movement.
harry's hand almost grips his own cock at how manic and rough william is with
himself, taking in all of louis' girth and length like that like it doesn't
hurt him. harry is sniffing once again and he's just fucking speechless as he
realizes, this is how they have sex.
they're so brash with each other, two alphas fighting for the throne of
dominance. harry can never ever compete, that he just knows. they're a whole
level of mad. wow.
once william starts moving, riding louis, or more like power riding him like a
wild bull, louis isn't smiling anymore, instead he's the one who's moaning and
gritting his teeth, william going faster and way blunt with his self-fucking on
louis' cock.
the bed is shaking as if there's an earthquake, and louis is arching his back
in bliss himself, like he's the one getting fucked, added to the fact that
william is leaning down with his hand trapping louis' neck, gripping on it and
making him stay still, while william rides the fuck out of him.
"yeah, oh, yeah! fuck, fuck!" william chants and growls, just going drastic and
sadistic by the second, almost breaking the bed andlouis in half.
harry witnesses the way louis is digging his nails all across william's back,
leaving trails of red marks, scratches and rashes, gripping on his hips from
time to time, moon halves staying looking rather painful, only to come grabbing
at his arse cheeks next and then slapping harshly at them.
william is pushed to his limits because of those kind of gestures, getting
encouraged even more so with all the pain, fucking himself faster and rougher
and smoother on louis' cock, harry seeing the way his hole is stretching
further and becoming more open and loose but is also clenching tightly, as it
swallows louis' thickness and bigness—his entirety without finesse.
"william! fuck! fuck! holy fucking—fuck!" squeals louis brokenly, chest flushed
red and thighs shaking. harry's heart beats rapidly in his chest, feeling
frightened and horny at the same time as he watches with a hand on his own
cock, eyes glued to them fucking.
william follows through with, "yes! yes! fuck, louis, yes! stay fucking still,
hit that fucking spot!" and at that point harry is just so gone. he's almost
coming himself, wanking over the sight of them breaking each other like this.
william doesn't falter with his frantic, inhuman movements and he's pulling at
louis' hair so hard, making louis' cheeks turn so, so beet red; louis on the
other hand has left a thousand scratches on his back, all red and taking so
much time to dissipate, and just—fuck. fuck.
just then, harry is squirting with his eyes crossing in so much pleasure, that
he doesn't get to catch the way one of the twins is finally coming alongside
him, because the only thing he hears then that indicates that exact notion is
william screaming indecipherable words as he little by little slows down, and
louis crying in pure pleasure as he reaches his orgasm, filling up his twin,
and then william, surprisingly so for everyone (harry, most especially) is
collapsing on top of louis, overstimulated.
harry heaves a deep, breathy sigh, and he blinks back at the sight of them
lying a pile over his bed with william's hole leaking with come and louis' toes
still twitching with how he's spurted out so much semen, breathing heavily and
panting like dogs, both sweaty like they ran a thousand miles road.
harry maybe wants to get in bed with them, but his thighs and legs are jelly
and shaking though, caused of such great orgasm from watching, so... he just
stays.
and william is the one who looks back over his shoulder to regard him, face so
rosy pink and eyes heavylidded that it startles harry how he's never looked so
fucked out like this, "so," he exhales breathlessly, "how's that, h?"
harry is speechless. he just is.
and louis and william must know—they understand just fine. therefore they don't
push for answers. instead louis gets up and stalks toward harry by the chair;
he takes his hand and pulls him up to his feet, leads him towards the bed
and...
they all just cuddle, limbs tangled and warm. louis kisses the top of his head.
"sorry, haz. i know i've said will and i don't and won't fuck each other
anymore, and it's bullshit that we still did it...more so in front of you,
but... but i hope you forgive us anyway." louis smiles against his skin. "we
love you..."
closing his eyes, harry nods a tad. a small smile on his face. "it was fun,
lou, no worries. enjoyed every second of it, so i can't say i'm mad or
anything. maybe a bit jealous—," at that he feels louis stiffen against him,
but harry's quick to diminish that when he says, "—butonly because i love you
both very much and that's why i couldn't help myself..." he looks up at louis,
smiles, then looks at william and opens his mouth one more time, "there's
nothing to forgive you for, i can never hate any of you."
william sighs, seemingly relieved, and louis' hold on him tightens. "good. i
don't think i'll ever stop punishing myself for it if you ever happen to
despise us because of me fucking things up. you're too important for us. for
me."
cheeks blushing, harry bites his lip. "you're... you're too important for me
too, william..." he whispers with watery eyes.
william surges up and kisses him. they stay like that for a while before louis
is clearing his throat and the three of them are a heap of laughing boys.
**
monday is when they all come back to school, and as predicted with how gossip
circles around this side of town, the story about louis breaking the face of
one of the most popular high school jocks of their campus has spread like
wildfire, as well as the part where tristan campbell sexually harassed harry
tomlinson in their home at his own sister's birthday party.
and, well, fuck. it's such a low blow, because instead of getting the sympathy
of the people, the entire student body and the football team, it's the
campbells that won their hearts.
tristan has been talking to a lot of people, spouting lies and bullshit, how he
was the one who deserves all the special treatments, and louis' just about
fucking done with him that he almost punched him squarely on jaw once more. by
the lockers.
but william was quick to stand in between them though, which, lucky him, and
held louis back. louis was heaving so hard in rage, turning into this dark
demon when he's angry. loathing.
tristan backed away, cowering and ducking his head. and william was the
sensible guy who yelled at him to just go away!
and then the footie practice was cancelled for the day.
["that fucking son of bitch!" louis growls as soon as it's only him and william
            in the footie lockers, stan and oli already dismissed]
"that fucking son of bitch!" louis growls as soon as it's only him and william
in the footie lockers, stan and oli already dismissed.
"you have to learn how to fucking control your temper, louis," william scolds
him, stern and firm.
louis snaps up his head, glaring coldly, and he's about to say something when
the door suddenly opens, loud and noticeable, and in comes—
"danielle?" both louis and william say in confusion.
she's in a jeans and a blouse, brunette hair as per usual well-done and curled,
and she's—smirking at them, holding up a phone.
"h-hey, that's my fucking phone!" louis yells, aghast. "how did you—"
louis is about to stand up and william is also on his way towards danielle, but
they stop to their tracks when she raises a hand and tells them not to bother.
"nah-uh, boys, not so fast!" she booms loudly, cutting through and fast, voice
higher and authoritative, "try something on me and i shall leak some pictures
you both wouldn't want any-fucking-one in this school seeing."
hearts stuck on their throats, both eyes wide and lips paling as each second
passes, william and louis stay rooted to their spots and try not to combust
right there and then; she found out about the fucking pictures!
she knows about the fucking pictures! holy fucking fuck!
they watch danielle with their breath held at the tip of her lungs, as she taps
on the phone a couple more times, and—
she laughs bitterly, flashing the phone screen in front of their faces, sliding
a thumb to the left to show each picture, "such filthy, filthy animals, you
both are. fucking hypocrites, sadists, psychomaniacs... seems like my brother
isn't the only one who sexually harassed your brother here, huh?" she scoffs,
spitting on the ground, "your own fucking brother. you should be ashamed."
"danielle," william mutters out, and fuck, his voice sounds shaky, his knees at
the verge of giving out. because—
because fuck with him, fuck with louis, but fuck, please, not harry. swallowing
thickly, william proceeds to mutter out, his voice becoming louder and angrier
as he goes, "don't make me come there... and knock the life out of you, because
i swear to fucking god—!"
"what?!" danielle cuts in, voice louder than his own, eyes going larger
tenfold. "what are you going to fucking do, william? fucking listen here spawn
of satans, i already saved all the sexual pictures on my phone and my laptop,
so even if you strangle me right now, at the end of the day i will still be
able to leak them and you, louis, and your pesky little brother will all rot in
a rehabilitation center for being a bunch of dirty, sinning incest,and then the
entire school will know, your mother, your father, our teachers, and your lives
will be miserable and fucked for eternity. is that what you want to happen?"
at danielle's slicing words, louis and william can't help but feel remorse—feel
rage and—
...and fear.
they feel weak and powerless in this moment, their most fragile stage. this has
never happened before. their hearts are skipping beats and they can't quite
breathe properly.
silence breaks in the midst of their angry and morbid stares. and then it's
louis who says something next, tone of voice completely small, vulnerable and
bare audible, "what do you want, danielle..."
"if this is about the fight between your brother and louis, i will make sure to
take care of everything!"
"the fight? what? who fucking cares about the fight? tristan is a big boy, his
wounds will heal. besides, he deserved that." she clicks her tongue and laughs.
louis grits his teeth. "then what the fuck do you want?"
william sees the smirk spreading across danielle's face. and william knows this
isn't just about that whole tristan and louis animosity thing. it's more than
that, it's more than just—
"from now on, you both are going to be my fuck buddies, and you will listen to
whatever i tell you, you are going to fuck me whenever i need it." she flips
her hair before continuing, smiling wickedly at the both of them; she cocks a
brow, "otherwise, harry tomlinson is going to be fuckin' hella doomed."
Chapter End Notes
     uh oh pls pls pls forgive me
     i only took this prompt from a friend when i asked them what kind of
     drama i can apply to such a dark type of fic i am writing ): im sorry
     if some of you don't like it
     but like, you trust me as a writer, don't you? just hold on tight to
     my hand and we'll get through this together, okay? i dislike danielle
     with a passion, i'll make sure she'll get what she deserves after all
     the drama part of the story, i stfg
     for now, release all your frustrations and, yep! you know the drill.
     ily all don't hate me pls ): i did write the willouis smut for youuu
     (((: heheh
***** IXX - the nonexistent surprise *****
Chapter Notes
     omg it's been so long, it's been so long. good thing we're fireproof.
     lmaooo.
     im so sorry for the delay!!!
     hope some of you are still with me on this story!!!
     oh, and happy new years! ily all <3
See the end of the chapter for more notes
IXX - the nonexistent surprise
louis grits his teeth. "then what the fuck do you want?"
william sees the smirk spreading across danielle's face. and william knows this
isn't just about that whole tristan and louis animosity thing. it's more than
that, it's more than just—
"from now on, you both are going to be my fuck buddies, and you will listen to
whatever i tell you, you are going to fuck me whenever i need it." she flips
her hair before continuing, smiling wickedly at the both of them; she cocks a
brow, "otherwise, harry tomlinson is going to be fuckin' hella doomed."
"fuck you," spits louis through his gritted teeth, at the verge of punching a
nearby locker at how angry he is.
meanwhile, danielle seems unperturbed, is even smirking and scoffing a sardonic
laugh. "exactly, baby," she says, venomous.
william clenches his jaw, blood boiling hotter as the time ticks. "you can't do
this to us."
"yes, i can, actually, and we all know that. so," she walks towards them, the
smirk never leaving her face. william's fists balled into hard forms on either
side of him, just like louis who wants to choke the neck of this bitch. "let's
start right now, shall we? i'm gonna suck your dicks, and you are not allowed
to resist."
she drops down to her knees in front of them. everything else turns into black.
**
it's been twenty minutes or so since they've all piled inside the car, with
louis driving this time, the window beside him winded down as he smokes his
cigarette away, flicking the used up embers and puffing some out.
william by the passenger seat looks as if he can't sit still, always fidgeting
and... why is it that none of them has looked at harry during and before the
entire car ride?
that's...weird.
must just be tired though, the both of them. harry isn't one to jump to
conclusions, not anymore. he's done that in the past, and now he's learned how
to give people the benefit of the doubt. and that means the oddness of his
brothers right now—the fact they seem to be avoiding a start of conversation
with him.
it kind of hurts harry. in some way. but he opts for silence in the end,
because what does he even know? the last thing he wants is for them to cuss him
out or much worse, shut him out once again, like that one nasty experience in
the past.
so he stays quiet then, just sits back in his seat, and waits until they reach
home.
**
"aren't we going to...?" he asks timidly with his gaze narrowed towards them—to
louis who's shrugging his black leather jacket off, and william who's toeing
his vans off—already clutching on the hems of his shirt, ready to pull it up
over his head if odds are ever in his favor tonight. he's itching to fuck. he
missed them.
he misses them, even up to now. he misses their smell, their touch, their
caressing all over his body, their roughness most especially, their warmth,
their breath against his cheek, their heated gaze directed to him. their soft
pink lips against his own, their lengths hitting his sweet spot every now and
again.
[ their soft pink lips against his own, their lengths hitting his sweet spot
every now and again]
harry just really misses them, is all. especially that they weren't able to
fuck for the last 36 hours, respectively, considering louis and william had
done it the last time, and after that, none of them had come to harry yet and
instigated they wanted to fuck.
it's a little mind-boggling for him, he isn't used to it, isn't finding their
behavior in line to what they are currently showing at all.
just like now, because harry didn't even have to ask in the first place, and
yet, here he is, squinting his eyes at them, waiting for some sort of
affirmation to his very suggestive question.
and it's william who opens his mouth to speak first, only for louis to talk
over him, "i'm sorry, baby, i—i'm not feeling well right now..."
harry looks at william, expecting him to say the opposite. "i, yeah, he spent
the last hour in the clinic earlier."
"oh," harry exhales, heart already sinking to his stomach, "then i guess it's
just me and you then, yeah?" he asks hopefully, is already advancing towards
the older twin with his eyes downcast and lips pouting. this feels like hell,
this isn't what he expects his late afternoon to go.
"no, not tonight, baby. i'm kinda exhausted. wild practice earlier."
louis looks at him sadly, pink at the cheeks and standing from foot to foot.
"yeah, me too."
harry all but blows out another breath of defeat. "oh."
"but like... we can cuddle and watch a film on your laptop or something?"
suggests william.
and, what can harry do, yeah? he can't just...get mad. so, "yeah, okay, sure.
i'm down with that," he tells him instead, nodding his head just slightly,
already removing his blue checkered uggs off. he sits next to william, pretends
he's so into this—despite it's the last thing he's expected to happen for the
rest of the day.
but of course he hasn't a choice one bit in this, so...
so there goes their day.
**
two days later, harry's deemed he's had enough. has had enough with all the
brain racking by himself when he's all alone and the twins are out with their
friends, all the puzzles he kept on piecing together but in the end couldn't,
all the signs that he had tried to gather so he can somewhat finally figure out
what's going on exactly with them; like, as to why his boyfriends—or
brothers—are suddenly changed people. strange, changed people.
[like, how come they stopped doing him to be precise, how come they dodged him
when he executed his advances? harry needs the true reason for their oddity out
of nowhere; them, looking like they're tiptoeing around harry when they're
together hangi...]
like, how come they stopped doing him to be precise, how come they dodged him
when he executed his advances? harry needs the true reason for their oddity out
of nowhere; them, looking like they're tiptoeing around harry when they're
together hanging out, why they all the sudden became awkward in front of him,
so on and so forth.
harry is their other half now, isn't he? thus with just a snap of his finger, a
little leaning to show off his pert bum to them, they'd dominate him. he knows
this, it's happened many, many times. but now—now a single glance towards his
direction is not being granted! even as he changed from his trackies and shirt
to just some plain white briefs that make his butt look obscene and leaving
himself topless, no less—just for good measure—with all his pinkish pale glory,
something he's learned that the likes of louis would definitely drool for. but
then, why?
just why wouldn't they?
it's—frustrating! it frustrates him to know just how his two most treasured
people right now are not giving him what he opts to have. and he's just... he's
done with their bullshit. or whatever he can call this thing his lovers are
doing to him.
he wants to put a stop to it, once and for all, otherwise he'll combust. and he
need not to combust, see, if all he has to do is to solve such problem, easy as
pie.
and so alas, he is. there's no other way, but.
well, seeing as he's the only one (uh, obviously, aside from the aforementioned
at least) who knows about this thing that they have, it means to say he's the
only one in this world as well that's dealing with his own thoughts. which is
already driving him insane, by the way, considering such thoughts are
taunting enough.
enough that now he's just wholly given up in terms of staying quiet about it.
yup, he's surrendering.
[because today he's out with his two best mates in school, something he hasn't
done in months (hence: "are you being serious, haz? to what do we owe this
pleasure of hanging out with our best friend again then? finally? it's been
what, four months?...]
because today he's out with his two best mates in school, something he hasn't
done in months (hence: "are you being serious, haz? to what do we owe this
pleasure of hanging out with our best friend again then? finally? it's been
what, four months? tops? do we need to wear suits and ties for this special
occasion?" "niall, please, just..." a heave of sigh on the other line, before,
"okay, okay, we're coming."), fidgeting with his hands together with the
question in his head that now he's about spilling for his peers to juggle with
their own heads too, so perhaps they can get their two cents on the matter and
help harry out no matter if a little.
okay, okay. but first, harry has to keep in mind that he needs to be extra
careful with this one. they can't know. they simply must not.
he spares his friends a look; niall is typing something on his phone while zayn
is about to light up, probably his fourth cigarette, for today.
harry clears his throat, and the attention of the two are immediately his.
here goes nothing. "say, you guys... what do you think is the reason, when
someone you like...and likes you back, doesn't seem like they want to fuck you
anymore? like, they've always wanted you, but then suddenly they're all... i
don't know, acting weird? and dare i say, distant? what do you think that
means?"
knowing his mates well, niall doing a shocked face is something harry has
already expected right on the get-go, so if he released a sigh in time to
niall's mouth forming a massive 'o', nowadays it's just nothing to be quite
frisky about. zayn is staying neutral as is. see, it's a pretty normal thing to
them, this. niall being the first to say something is easily a giveaway. harry
is only waiting to explain himself, really, as it is bound to happen for these
are his best mates. at least he knows just what aspects he needs to tackle not
to sound like he's hiding something from them, which, he is. and they can
never, ever know about it.
anyway. "so is this what you called us for?" niall guffaws.
"yes, niall," harry sighs, long and suffering, rolling his eyes as he says with
the right gist of sarcasm, "i very well need your ultimately wonderful,
genius, golden advise—"
niall interrupts with a whistle and a finger landing right across harry's
hanging open mouth. niall retrieves his hand in an instant, just as soon as it
landed too, all but partnered with a mock disgusted facial expression as he
follows showing off that he's wiping his finger against the front of his blue
shirt. at that harry rolls his eyes once more. it's his fault harry's saliva
got on his finger!
again, anyway. "okay, okay, wait up. calm down there, harry. why are you asking
such question again? are you fucking anyone right now? this is big news! aren't
you a virgin?"
"not a t.m.i. to you, horan? or are you just that nosy?" harry snarls, only
half-heartedly so though.
this time, however, niall's boyfriend is joining in, and harry's just.
whatever. it's partly his fault anyway. "have you been hiding something from
us?"
yes. i'm fucking my brothers.
"i, uhm. well. not exactly... just. maybe exploring?" safe answer.
"oh," niall muses, turning from curious to finally smirking teasingly, "who's
the lucky lady then?" safe answer, definitely. pat yourself on the back, harry
tomlinson.
"erm. that's the thing though, it's not a lady, you guys. and i'm not the one
fucking them. i am who they fuck."
"oh."
"yep."
shrugging, niall gets back to his phone while thumbing at zayn beside him.
"welp, zayn babe can probably help you out with this one since i fuck him."
"niall you asshole."
"i'm a jerk, baby."
"a prick too."
"mhmm, i love you."
can't help himself, his friends bantering in front of him, something he must
admit he's missed so much, harry grins letting himself loosen up a bit. but
then again he refuses to stray too far away from the topic at hand, so he has
to cut in.
"okay, okay! jesus christ, i get it you two! zayn, the matter? please, help me
out. i need you."
"right, so."
**
so as zayn's advise goes—harry means for needing to do something sweet and out
of the box. like, extremely sweet and plenty special, that will catch the
twins' attention, so they can pour it all on him once again.
huh. but what though? if there's something harry can do that's sweet and
special, it has to be along the lines of forever and always. because that's how
harry rolls—he's serious about everything that involves the love of his life,
and that means his brothers.
so a forever and always kind of special surprise then.
what could it be? what must he do?
[what could it be? what must he do?]
think, harold, think!
harry paces around their empty living room as he racks his brains of
something. anything.
there are gifts, promises, accounts. but what is something that could be
counted as permanent?
permanent. huh.
and until...it clicks.
eyes going big as an idea pops in his head, harry stops pacing and immediately
snatches his windbreaker off the couch. he gets out of the house, wearing it
and takes the bus to the marketplace. he knows exactly just what will surprise
the bollocks out of his boyfriends arses. ha.
**
[harry makes sure that the light is dimmer than how they usually set it in
their room (the twins' room, in this case), so harry can hide the surprise just
yet]
harry makes sure that the light is dimmer than how they usually set it in their
room (the twins' room, in this case), so harry can hide the surprise just yet.
it's not time for him to show it just yet.
he continues kissing william from his neck and down to his navel, making the
boy shiver. hmm, harry thinks that's...new. william shivering because of his
tiny kisses along his skin. strange.
but, back to it though; harry then begins to pump him, up and down, deliciously
so, in circles now, urging him to harden slowly. to which he does eventually—of
course he does.
tonight it's only him again, william, which, harry's cool with that. somehow...
the thing is, louis is back in the field for now, said the older twin, so harry
has no really say on that one, he can't complain. louis, this time around,
doesn't have a choice in the matter as well, thus it's not his own doing he
isn't meeting with harry, unlike some other days where they both completely
didn't see him. so yes, instead of be sad about it, harry's deciding to just
look at the brighter side of tonight: and it's one, to be with at least one of
them, william, and, well, the surprise. harry is so excited to show his
boyfriend it. he's just about a hundred percent sure he'll flip.
as harry starts to go down on william, the thought of breaking the surprise to
his love overtaking his senses as the time goes by with his eyes all starry and
heart skipping beats in exhilaration, taking just a small lick at the tip of
william's shaft, harry then just...breaks. just like that he breaks himself.
his tongue touching william's cock-head ruins the moment for them both. but
why? oh, god, why?
just why is william slipping off of his hold and is—
he is moving away. "sorry, i—i need to—"
[ "sorry, i—i need to—"]
i don't understand. william tomlinson, why in the world are you breaking harry
even more? even more as you begin wearing your clothes back on and your shoes
all the same? why?
"do you not love me anymore?"
at that question, william screeches into a halt. his body stopped moving
instantly and his shaking hands freeze just as they're about to grab on some
laces so they can tie his shoes for him. harry's words were croaked out. oh,
and harry didn't even realize he's tearing up. just that his visions are
blurring and that the fresh, new wound on his skin is throbbing mad as
teardrops roll down his cheeks one by one.
because yep, there goes the surprise. it's all messed up. he fucked it all up.
"i..." william begins to speak. he's not looking at harry, but just on the
ground with some of his quiff now falling down. "i love you so much, harry. so
much so that i... i just can't do it with you. not...not like this, no."
and, what. harry doesn't understand! make him understand!
"william, i don't get it. you can't do it? can't do what? have sex with me?
isn't that what we do? we have sex! that's how we bond. so, now tell me. tell
me, will. what is up with you and louis, huh? what's—what's the matter with
you? how come you can't—"
and, "harry, stop," william cuts through, using that hard commanding tone
harry's heard a million times way back, ever slicing and an octave low. it's
the tone he's used on harry when he wasn't more than just their sex slave.
therefore, just like clockwork, harry's dick hardens in between his thighs and
again, his new wound throbs—pulsing, it is. aching underneath some bandage.
a tattoo of his love for his brothers, inked permanently on his skin.
whatever. the surprise is nonexistent.
"fine. i will stop," harry mutters then, blowing a sigh. and then he tries
reaching out, "but will you tell me when you're both ready—"
"no."
no?
"will?"
[william, after what seems like forever, finally looks up and directs his gaze
towards him, the blueness of his eyes a notch darker than how they usually are,
making harry wail about them in his head—wail about how they're not supposed to
be that w...]
william, after what seems like forever, finally looks up and directs his gaze
towards him, the blueness of his eyes a notch darker than how they usually are,
making harry wail about them in his head—wail about how they're not supposed to
be that way when he's here, on this bed where they exchange breaths and share
body heat, looking so frail and broken. vulnerable. harry can't...he just
can't...
"i'll see you later, baby. please get some sleep. louis and i will make sure to
tuck ourselves in once we're done with all of our...uh...other curricular
activities in and outside of school. alright?" william leans in and pecks him
on the forehead. harry closes his eyes for it, willing himself to remember the
feeling of william's cold lips against his skin. "we promise you, the three of
us are waking up next to each other tomorrow, okay?"
"okay, will."
"okay...there's a good boy. my hazza."
in a blink, william is gone.
and there is no surprise there. pun fully intended.
Chapter End Notes
     so this is intentionally short, bc i want the next one to be the
     longer one.
     leave your thoughts below, friend :)
     also, my wattpad's username has changed.
     it's sailorpuddin now, my 2018 era.
     ps. if u wish to translate this fic of mine into a different
     language, you can always ask for my permission, instead of just
     straight up publishing it to some site under your name, and even
     replacing it with a title you thought on your own. that's called
     stealing, love, and by law, that's illegal. you should never do it.
     hehe.
     that's all. ciao. see y'all on the next chapter! x
     - lou
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