Song:
Money Power Glory - Lana Del Rey

Harry wakes up to a bright light burning his eyes. He groans, turning over with his legs tangled in the sheets.

"Come now, darling. We have reservations."

Harry rubs his face into the pillow next to him, it faintly smells like Louis. Creamy, sweet and a little spicy. "What time is it?" His voice is raspy.

"Almost ten." Louis' tone is airy.

Harry turns his head, eyes widening at Louis' clothing. His dress was fitting to every curve of his body, his full hips and small waist. Louis' collarbones dusted with a thin layer of glitter, glaring at Harry with the faint marks of love-bites. The fabric of his dress contrasted with the latex of his boots, Harry stared a little too long at Louis' thick thighs trapped in the skin-tight material. Harry knew his jaw was on the floor when Louis laughed lightly.

LOUIS' OUTFIT: Versace & AMINA MUADDI

"W-Where," He gulps, eyes glued on the small sliver of skin between the latex and the hem of Louis' dress, "Where are we going?"

Louis licks his lips, Harry notices the smallest bit of eyeliner around his blues. "We have reservations. I also have business to attend to. After we have lunch, you may return to the hotel if you wish." The Donna turns around, strutting to the vanity.

"I-" Harry coughs to conceal his groan because Louis' ass was so plump, the hem of his dress was short, it nearly revealed the bottom of his cheeks. "Uh," Louis bends over, leaning over the desk and puckering his lips as he applies lipgloss. He makes eye contact with Harry through the mirror, winking in the agent's direction. "You look really good." Harry's eyes are locked on the lace barely covering Louis' ass.

Louis hums, offering Harry a flirtatious smile over his shoulder. "Thank you, daddy." His tone carries a hint of teasing, making Harry even harder in his boxers. "Your voice gets deeper when you are turned on." He leans back on the desk, his hip cocked to the side.

Harry's face goes red and it spreads down his neck. He knows his hair is a mess atop his head and he probably has lines on his face from the pillow but he feels well-rested, the bed was better than his in Los Angeles. He regrets falling asleep as soon as he laid down, he would have liked to talk with Louis a bit more, maybe cuddle him close and kiss him a whole lot. "You're beautiful, I can't be the first man you've turned on." There was no question whether or not Louis was a tease, the Donna was the biggest tease on the planet. Harry prays for his cock to get a rest soon.

The diamond on Louis' cheek sparkles as he shakes his head. "You are not, nor are you the last either."

A low growl emits from Harry's chest, it surprises himself. He quickly stands, covering his boner with his hands since his flimsy boxers didn't leave much to the imagination.

"Hm, you don't like that, do you?" Louis tilts his head, eyes trailing over Harry's muscular and long torso. Definitely the pay off from working out and healthy eating. "You don't like how people look at me, drool over me?" He sits on the desk, spreading his thighs to give Harry a peek at his black lace panties. "You despise how people desire me."

Harry grunts, his brain going into overdrive with the little bit of lace between Louis' legs. The sexual tension was suffocating, he felt he was going to pass out and fall into a pool of Louis.

"Come," Louis whispers, beckoning him with a curling finger.

Harry obeys, teeth clenched and hands by his sides. He was going to show Louis what he was doing to him, how he just gave him a boner just by talking. Harry was a goner. When he's close enough, Harry immediately starts marking up Louis' neck. His teeth nibble and his tongue swipes at the skin, his hands gripping Louis' waist and pushing him until his back was against the mirror.

"Merde," Louis's fingernails dig into Harry's lower back, into the soft part of his body. "I have thought about it and you should not be allowed to mark me without being mine, daddy." Louis' hand tugs at Harry's hair, a moan tumbling from both their lips. "You are not mine. I am not yours." He says between whimpers because one of Harry's hands was rubbing over his cock. "Not yours."

Harry wants to kick himself but instead, he just huffs. "Sorry," Harry breathes hotly against Louis' fresh marks. He peppers small kisses up to his ear. "Sorry, sorry, Foxglove." He removes himself from Louis, whose pupils were blown wide. "I'll go get ready." He scurried to the bathroom. He was embarrassed about how jealous he was with Louis, it was like he wanted to tie him to a bed of feathers and feed him exotic fruit, hide him away from any wandering eyes. Louis wasn't his to be jealous over, they weren't together and they barely knew each other—no, he barely knew Louis, no doubt did Louis know everything about him. He probably hired people to spy on Harry's every move since they met.

It wasn't fair. Harry wanted Louis, he wanted to kiss him and make love to him in satin sheets and be a jealous prick over him but he couldn't. Not until he made a decision. Harry splashes cold water on his face, looking over the small slit in his brow and the cut on his lip was bleeding a little from how furiously he was marking up Louis' neck. Harry catches sight of Louis' nightgown hung up on the rack, it was red and lacy, so sheer that Harry could envision Louis' pink nipples showing through. Harry groans loud in frustration because he fell asleep so quickly, he didn't even get to see Louis in his nightgown. It was pure torture. Harry couldn't stop thinking about it until he jerked off in the shower, moaning loud in hopes Louis would join him but he never did.

Paris was a quiet city, or at least at this time of year. Harry and Louis sit in the back of a large black car, Harry's hand over Louis' thigh as they gaze out the window. It was drizzling a bit, and Harry regrets not grabbing an umbrella on the way out since there were darker clouds in the distance.

He was wearing a pair of grey checkered slacks, a loose white button-up, blue wool sweater vest and his prized trench coat. Next to Louis, who was dripping in small gold jewelry, he looked awfully underdressed. Especially his hair, since it was cut shorter, Harry had no clue how to style it. They sit in silence, watching the city go by until they reach a small restaurant on the corner of a street.

Harry gets out first, holding the door open for Louis and holding the Donna's hand to help him down from the car. Harry wouldn't call Louis small in fear of offending him, but he would call him compact. Harry looks at the old buildings surrounding the area as Louis leads them inside. It smells like spices and baked goods, the interior was in washes of deep browns and light yellows. Tables lined by the wall, booths by the window and a small bar in the very corner. Dim lanterns hung from the ceiling and a tall stack of wine greeting every visitor by the check-in desk.

"Bonjour, Fleur." Louis nods at the older gentleman, his hand still linked with Harry's.

The man has a handlebar moustache and thick grey eyebrows. "Bonne après-midi, Ma Reine." His accent is heavy.

Not a moment later, the two men are led to a booth towards the back. Harry sits on one side, waiting for Louis to sit across him but the Donna doesn't.

"Zayn is on his way, I'm going to wait outside for him."

Harry makes a disgruntled noise.

"Hush, now." Louis soothes. "The food will be here soon and once I return, we can talk."

Harry just frowns deeply, even when Louis kisses his cheek in farewell. Harry sits with his arms crossed over his chest, he doesn't like how Louis just left him, much less in a restaurant where they had reservations. He huffs, searching through the window for Louis but comes up empty. There were plenty of people in the restaurant, but all were having quiet conversations among their tables in French, Harry couldn't eavesdrop if he tried.

He didn't like being alone. He was addicted to Louis, he couldn't be away from him for more than a minute without thinking about him. He sits alone for a while before the food comes, it smells delicious and Harry quickly digs in. He had manners to wait for Louis to return but he was a little mad, sue him.

In the middle of eating, Harry is tired of the silence and pulls out his phone. He has a voicemail from last night. "Hey, Harry," the voice says, it's a bit muffled. "It's Liam. I'm on my way to Venice to follow the lead, the boss thinks we'll find something there." There's a pause. "Uh, so if you're back from London in the next two days, feel free to join me." Liam laughs. "I don't know much Italian... Bye, Harry." There's a long beep.

Harry slumps, staring at his half-eaten food. He stabs a carrot and munches on it. Liam was on his way to Venice alone and he thinks Harry is in London for his mother. The guilt sinks deep into the agent's chest, he was on a vacation with the criminal his team is looking for, and his close friend was off to a city that the Donna ruled. If La Puissance recognizes Liam, he could get killed for being so close to one of their headquarters.

He hears the click of heels returning and of course, it's Louis. The Donna drags his fingertips over Harry's shoulder as he sits. "Good afternoon, Harry." Zayn greets in a monotone. He was wearing black, not much of a difference from last night.

"Good afternoon." Harry looks up at him, still a little salty that Louis left him. Though, it doesn't last for long since Zayn goes to sit at the bar, ordering a fancy alcoholic drink in fluent French.

"Well, how is it, daddy?" Louis points to Harry's plate. He elegantly places a napkin over his lap and starts eating as well.

Just like that, with Louis calling him that, Harry's anger melts away like ice cream on a summer day. "Good, really good actually." Harry stuffs his mouth, pushing Liam's voicemail to the back of his mind. "What are the plans for today?"

"Do you want to return to the hotel after lunch? I can call you a car."

Harry twiddles his thumbs, leaning closer. "I don't want to leave you." It was a heavy statement, heavier than Louis' small gun in his jacket.

"I understand, daddy." Louis mirrors him. "You may see a side of me that you do not like, it can tarnish that pedestal you hold me on."

"Impossible." Harry puts his chin on his hand. "You're on a diamond pedestal. One of the strongest stones on earth, dollface."

"You can chip a diamond." Louis raises a brow. "They are not unbreakable."

"Can only scratch a diamond with a diamond."

"You can shatter a diamond."

Harry glares at him softly. "You hope to scare me back to the hotel but you want me to stay with you." He accuses.

Louis flutters his lashes. "Why would you say that?"

"Your foot is trailing up my leg, darling." Harry reaches down and grips lightly onto Louis' ankle. "Trying to get me hard again?"

The Donna giggles biting his lip. " I heard you in the shower, you sounded so... intriguing."

"Why didn't you join me?" Harry's eyes shoot to Louis' neck where he proudly wore Harry's marks. He was as possessive as they come. "I bet we could have both satisfied each other."

Louis shifts in his seat, "Too soon. I suppose we can dream, right daddy?"

Harry grunts, taking a large gulp of his wine and letting Louis rest his foot on his crotch, no point in trying to stop a boner that was already there. "Dream I will, doll." Harry tilts his head back, his breath deepening when Louis' foot presses hard on his cock.

Louis takes a slow sip of his wine, licking his lips. "What do you dream of?"

"I can never remember my dreams, but I have a hunch that they've all been about you." Harry is sure he dreamt of Louis last night, which is why he had a hint of morning wood.

Louis' face falls onto a serious expression. "Only me?"

Harry can feel the weight of Louis' gaze, he sits straighter and gently massages Louis' ankle. "You're like this fascinating novel, every time I flip a page, you pull me deeper." Harry's voice is gravelly. "But you're missing pages." The agent draws shapes on the latex of Louis' boot.

"I am." Louis wipes his lips with his napkin. "Does that stop you from reading?"

The green-eyed man tries to play off his sudden shyness by casually eating. "No." Harry's hair falls in front of his eyes. "It doesn't."

"That means one day, you will reach the last page."

"I don't mind," Harry says. "I think I'll find those missing pages, Foxglove. I'm quite motivated to do so." He smiles softly, watching Louis' cheeks tint.

"When you call me that, it makes it harder for me to understand how temporary we are." Louis brushes his hair.

"Then, stop thinking about it that way," Harry replies. "Bask in the time we have now. Pretend we belong to each other." He reaches over the table to hold Louis' small hand. "We can act like we're never going to end."

Louis giggles, biting his lip. "I assume it wouldn't hurt to ignore the bottom line of our relationship." His blue eyes look particularly pale in the glow of the lanterns. "I'm a phenomenal actor."

"I expect nothing less, doll." Harry appreciates the playful radiance on Louis' face.

It starts raining outside, the patter hits the window quietly. Louis turns to look, blinking slowly as the rain splashed into puddles and droplets drip down the glass. The diamond on his cheek glimmers and Harry sighs in content when Louis flashes him a timid smile. "May I help you, daddy?"

Harry thinks for a moment. "Do you own the place?" He gestures to the restaurant.

"I don't actually," The Donna answers swiftly. "This is run by an old family friend of my fathers, they stray clear of the mafia business. Find it too threatening." Louis' accent is so lovely. "Though, if you like it, I will buy it for you."

Harry chokes on a piece of chicken. "The restaurant?"

"Of course." Louis gently kicks him under the table. "It isn't for sale but I will give the owners an offer they cannot refuse. They are getting older now and will not work for much longer." He shrugs, as if buying a whole restaurant wasn't a huge purchase.

"You can't do that." Harry shakes his head rapidly, he knows it's ridiculous.

"Why not?" Louis pouts, "I want to buy you things you like." Music plays in the speakers, muffled drums and a haunting voice floating in the air.

"Don't buy me this restaurant," Harry says sternly, tenderly squeezing Louis' hand. "We may act as if we belong to each other but no extravagant purchases. Be careful, Foxglove."

Louis' free hand reaches up to touch the lovebites on his neck. "Perhaps, I will not buy it." He looks down at his food, Harry could feel his disappointment. "We are moving too fast. I am not used to taking things slow."

"You aren't?"

"I have not been in many relationships, especially not one as heated as ours. All I have ever known is what is for the greater good of my family. This feels as if I'm treading on glass." Louis confesses quietly, his eyes trained on their hands. Harry's were rough and calloused, rings shining in the dim light. Louis' hand was much smaller and daintier—but they packed malicious technique.

"Oh." Harry's tone is short. It never occurred to him that Louis has dated other people before, it was because the Donna was so closed off. He spoke to Harry in riddles and refused to tell him more unless he joined. That would only mean that Louis has only dated within his own kind, criminals in different mafias and gangs. "Care to tell me about those relationships?"

Louis smiles with his fork in his mouth. "Nope. It is considered to be business, daddy. You cannot know even the slightest of it."

Harry wanted to scream and yank all his hair out. It was dreadful to not know anything about Louis. "You know how you said I'd make the right choice?" Harry can't help but ask. "What if I make the wrong choice and I don't realize it, and I never see you again?" The music continues to flow through the air.

Louis hums. "I am going to ignore the fact you gave me a glimpse of your thoughts. Your opinion being that saying no and denying my invitation as the wrong choice—and the right choice is to join me."

Harry's eyes widen, he wishes he could snatch his words from the air.

"Though, if you make the wrong choice, you would still see me, possibly attempt to catch me whenever I return to Los Angeles. That is assuming you would continue with your profession." Louis licks his lips. "You are not the only one who is at risk here, may I remind you. I am putting my reputation, family, and legacy on the line for you. Simply because I'm hoping you would be stupid and desperate enough for someone as undesirable as me."

Harry is left stunned, his lips part and chest goes still. He has never seen Louis like this. The Donna's eyes glazing over and a shaky breath coming from his lips. Louis looked vulnerable, yet his features were cold and stiff. It was interesting to see Louis' face morph into shy as his arura remained sleek.

"I am not the ideal partner, am I?" Louis' eyes don't move from Harry's. "No one wants a paranoid, cold and hard-to-read significant other. They want someone who is not vague, someone who can be warm and connect on a deep level. Everyone wants someone who is able to reveal their insecurities and let people close enough to fix that uneasiness to turn it into something to be embraced, to create something they will be proud of." Louis finishes with a glassy look in his eyes.

Louis scoffs and pulls his hand away. "I would not be surprised if you do not want me. I am a numb shell, nothing hurts me anymore and that alone should be a major hazard." Louis stands and leaves Harry at the table for the second time that day.

Without a glance in Zayn's direction, Harry follows him, he tries to at least. The building was far bigger than it looked from the outside and had hidden rooms and sharp corners. The walls were all the same colour, a white bathed in a yellow glow. Harry soon found himself between two halls, going left and right. He doesn't remember which one he heard Louis go down, he chooses left. He eventually steps into a small wine cellar. The shelves stacked with glass bottles in various sizes, and dim lights hanging from the ceiling and illuminating old paintings of nude men and women draped in soft silks by one side of the room.

In one of the aisles, Harry sees Louis. The man standing at the end, by a small window. Harry cautiously walks to him, his footsteps echoing in the cellar and Louis doesn't flinch when Harry's hand trails down his back. If anything he leans close to him. Harry can tell he's anguished.

Harry hadn't thought to look past Louis' sophisticated persona. The mental strain his own work and life had on his inner conscious, the weight of his reputation on his shoulders. Harry was blinded by the new and exotic aura that was Louis, it was something that only happened in fictional movies and yet graced him with its presence. They came from different worlds, Louis' was dark and ruled by crime and injustice. It used fear and power as currency and punished those unwilling to obey their leader. Harry's was full of light and emotions. He grew up being taught about his manners and respect and he never acted without care or concern of others. His world had an unlimited source of humanity and it was lovely.

Louis shifts, curling under Harry's arm as he stares out the tiny window at the gloomy Paris sky. He sighs quietly. "Among those who are ignorant of the true threat that lies within mankind, are those who are aware of the peril and rise with it rather than against it. It is key to use your weaknesses as strength, and the enlightened want three things. Argent, pouvoir et gloire." Harry opens his mouth to ask and Louis sighs. "Money, power and glory."

Harry lets him talk, he listens, lightly pressing his lips to the top of Louis' head. He smelt like patchouli and cinnamon. It was a different kind of pride that came with seeing someone so polished and reserved, someone like Louis who had an image to maintain, be so soft. Here he was, the blue-eyed Donna doubting himself, revealing himself to Harry of all people. A man whom he has just met.

"Money is an umbrella term, referring that everything has a cost and without that cost would be utter chaos. Nothing in life is free, everything has a price whether or not the payment is immediate or in the future." Louis' face is unreadable. "Power is simple, without power, are you able to conquer? Power is used to conquer and to gain power, you must conquer, a cycle. And glory," Louis' eyes shine once again, "My favourite is the glory. The entitlement that follows, as well as the divinity that holds its hand."

"I am one of the enlightened," the Donna turns in Harry's arms. He was shorter than the agent, but with his heels, the top of his head just reached the tip of Harry's nose. Harry's fingers press into his hips. "I discovered the world's magnetic pull to sin and am burdened with the knowledge of how much pain a human can endure until their heart stops beating."

Harry rubs circles on Louis' waist. He was content to wrap the Donna in his arms and cradle him, keep him.

"I am satisfied with money, power and glory." Louis licks his lips, chin jutting out to lean closer to Harry. "But, you." He squints. "You make me want four things."

It was peaceful between them. The weight of sexual desire was light, but the want for emotional intimacy was sweet and charming the shoes off Harry's feet. "What's the fourth?"

The diamond on Louis' cheek twinkles, winking at him. "You."

NOTE: i hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. thank you for reading. thoughts ?