Smut warning.

Harry's POV:

I didn't know how to react to all the hate that was shinning from this man's eyes.

The way he said multiple times that he hates all 'human beings' seemed pathetic. Did he consider himself an alien? Or a God? Talking about people like rats?

And the way he referred to love; the purest feeling that could be felt, like it was a flow. I just wished I could give him some, to warm his cold-stone heart and show him what life is so much easier if we spread love instead of hate.

"Thank you for letting me stay." I uttered with a small smile. I'll always try to be polite.

He moved his hand through his jet black hair nervously, clearly not expecting me to say this. Then, he sat down behind his desk, and his deep voice filled the room again when he said,

"Anyway. See this notebook? we will write any sign; anything that your unconscious mind tells you, even if you didn't get it. Let's start with your name, Harry... this name sounds silly." He let out.

"It's better than Malik, obviously a dictator's name." I couldn't bite my tongue, but I regretted saying it immediately. That was rude and unkind; so unlike me.

He looked at me from head and toe, and I felt myself sinking into the couch under his examining gaze.

"My name is Zayn, a very traditional name in my family. My grand grandparents were actually kings, they built this town, and had tens of ships and boats. So my name fits me just. perfect."

"Do you still build ships?" I asked him, waiting to know more about my host.

"No!" He shortly but firmly stated. Obviously it was a sign for me to stop asking him things.

I stayed silent for a while, and he just stared at me, then he opened his mouth again,

"Your hands are soft, clearly you're not used to work, or at least not working by hand."

"You clothes seem expensive. Your face, the way you talk, indicate refinement and discipline, you probably got a good education. I say you belong to a wealthy family. What do you say?"

"May-maybe, I'm not su-sure." I shuttered, my head started to hurt me, I felt like closing my lids for a second or two. 

He kept looking at me, with no emotion in his eyes.

"I'll try to help, but I don't remember anything, believe me." I explained in a weak voice, my headache worsened.

The world start to spin around me, I may throw up, I stood up as quickly as I could, but my feet could not support me, I saw myself falling but before I could completely fall down, a pair of strong arms pulled me, stopping me from hitting the ground.

"I'm sorry," I weakly said in his arms, "I'll try to answer you later."

He placed me on the sofa again, muttering something like 'I don't know why you always end up in my arms.'

He called Louis' name and in a second he showed, noticeably thinking he's here to beat me out. It was that wining smile when the guest you despise leave. Sorry to kill your fantasy I guess. 

And he couldn't hide his anger when Mr. Malik said,

"Bring tea to... Harry. Make it hot, and fast."

Louis' eyes seemed so familiar with the hate they held towards me, I could swear I saw the same look in stranger eyes to me, but who? My mind won't cooperate.

Somehow it was different than the hate in Zayn's eyes.

After Louis brought me the tea, Mr. Malik left along with him, leaving me alone to drink it.

And imagine my shook when I saw a small dark head puking from behind my sofa. A small boy. I nearly spilled my tea.

"Who are you?" I asked, surprised to see a kid here but also more curious than ever.

"I'm Breton, and I don't need a human being to take care of me. The doctor should mind his own business, Malik was right. I don't want you here!"

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Meanwhile...

Zayn's POV:

I don't know why I have to always be responsible for kids. First little Breton and now I have Harry. A big fucking baby with messy curly hair and soft skin.

It doesn't help how delicious he smells. But me and my clan stopped drinking human blood a long time ago. I barely grave it. But that Harry was so special. I could smell his innocence from a mile. So unique. So fragile.

No wonder Louis felt threatened. The last time I brought a man, did not go well. It's not my fault I'm not a fan of killing. Even that guy was about to expose us vampires, I didn't want to. I loved him.

Louis did anyway. He said it's for the better, he was right. I'm not falling for a man again. Never.

I was sitting in my office room, annoyed and thinking what should I do with Harry. He obviously doesn't know we're vampires. Well more like vampires and dhampyrs. I was a dhampyr. And so was Breton. (A/N: a dbampyr is a child between a human and a vampire)

I was still deep in thought when I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," I shouted and Louis got inside.

"You're okay, master?" He asked me, and I nodded.

"Yeah why wouldn't I be?" I replied and he got closer.

He stood behind me, moving his small hands to my shoulders; massaging them softly. And I closed my eyes and sighed in delight.

"Do you want me to make you loose a bit, master?" He breathed in my ear, and I shivered.

Louis has been a great help for me to get over my first love.

He moved his hands to the bulge in my pants and started to palm me up and down.

"You know I was thinking about you, with your pretty cock resting inside my mouth. And now I'm hard and wants nothing but to stretch my mouth around your big cock; my master's big cock." He kissed my earlobe.

I moaned softly. With his hands still on top of my pants, I ordered,

"On your knees, now."

He did as I told, falling in front of me. The desk was covering him completely due to how small he is, so you can't see him unless you're standing beside me. As he waited impatiently for me to take off my pants or at least get them down.

"So eager, baby?" I asked, as I got my dick out and stroked myself a bit, before I rubbed my wet tip along his thin lips.

I stopped tracing his lips with my tip, and he started licking them, I groaned as I watched him licking all of my pre come off his lips.

I smiled as I guided my thick cock to his wide opened mouth now. And he closed it around his mouth.

His tongue went up and down my length, before he hallowed his cheeks, sucking me now. And taking me deeper into his mouth.

I put my hand behind his head, guiding him to take even more of me inside his mouth. He gagged as he deep-throated me. And I started fucking his mouth.

I heard another knock on the door. And I groaned, taking my cock out with a pop and I heard him saying, "I can't even suck my master off without being interrupted."

I chuckled as I shoved my cock inside his mouth again, feeding it to him blindly, "You can go on, but stay silent."

He rested his hands on my thighs to steady himself before he took me deep inside his mouth again.

And I shouted back, "Come in,"

A servant of mine, Elijah walked inside,

"Mr. Malik, the lunch is ready." He politely said.

"Great," I cleared my throat, feeling Louis' tongue swirling around my length. "Go tell everyo- Oh shi-!" I couldn't help a moan from escaping when Louis licked my slit a few times before sucking on my tip.

Elijah was confused, "Are you okay, Mr. Malik?" He asked and I coughed to hide it.

"Yeah, just peachy," I replied as I could feel him, taking me, all of my 9 inches deep inside, fulfilling his mouth.

"Call Harry and Breton to... ah.. to eat as well." I couldn't stop moaning anymore. Fuck!

He looked at me, clearly weirded out as he left the room, closing the door behind him.

My tip hit the back of Louis' throat, I looked down at him, watery blue eyes looking up, watching him pleasing me, hiding under my desk, on his knees made me come hard on his mouth.

He swallowed all, and then he took it off. He pressed a single kiss on each of my balls before he said,

"Let's go eat, master."

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Meanwhile...

Harry's POV:

I looked at the boy carefully, he couldn't be older than six years old. With jet black hair and hazel eyes. He looked awfully like his father.

"Are you used to eavesdrop to others?" I asked him calmly.

He got closer slowly, "It's the only way to know things. No one tells me anything." He said firmly to his age.

"Won't your father be angry if he knows?" I asked.

"Malik doesn't care about what I do, he doesn't want to see me always between his legs, or following him. He hates kids." He smiled a fishy smile at me.

And since the first time I got here, I felt angry, what kind of a father he is? What a heart he has to hate kids? His own son as well?!

"Come drink tea with me, and let's get to know each other." I softly said, wanting to get more about this house. What's better than a talkative kid?

"I hate tea, but I wanna talk." The kid said as he took a seat beside me.

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A/N: So sorry for being late.

Louis and Zayn?

Breton?

FYI my boyfriend name is Breton LOL

Anyway, hope you like it. Tell me what you think.

Love y'all.