Song: Kill My Mind.

20 [SCARLET]: Fuck The Anger Away.

M= Mature.

Sometimes life doesn't give you time to atone for what you did, even if your heart is full of regret, you may not have the chance to apologize to your God; Zayn Malik was also late but trying to apologize, as Harry fucked him and his anger away.

Harry walked the empty hallway, the sound of his boots clicking against the floor was the only sound heard by Zayn's ears.

His legs on the other hand felt like jelly under him, the anticipation and the wait for what was gonna happen, scared him way more than whatever Harry decided to do to him.

As they passed a closed door, Zayn could swear he heard someone whining in pain inside. Is that Liam?

But before he could ask, Harry pulled him inside a bedroom, and pushed him to fall on the floor again.

Zayn yelped in pain as he fell on the side of his tied hands. And it didn't help that he was still rock hard. He bit his lip as he looked up around the room. It was a normal bedroom, nothing special or strange about it.

Harry planted himself on the bed, before he grabbed a pocket knife that was closed and placed above the dresser.

Zayn's eyes opened wide in horror when Harry unfolded it open, making Zayn shake in fear.

"What are you going to do to me??" Zayn's voice was trembling, along with his bottom lip. He felt like he said those words a hundred times today.

"Come here," Harry ordered. And Zayn struggled to stand up like before, but he was stopped with Harry's deep voice again,

"Don't stand, crawl."

Zayn gulped, this Harry was so different than the Harry he's used to know, but he couldn't say he exactly hated this new side of Mr. Styles.

Zayn moved quickly to do as he was ordered, not really wanting to piss Harry off even more. The rugged floor was hurting his knees, but he ignored it and stopped in front of Harry's opened legs.

Harry leaned slowly on Zayn until their breaths were mixed together. Zayn hissed when Harry licked his cheek with his flat tongue, Zayn felt his cock straining a bit more against his pants.

Their shoulders were almost touching when Harry arms went around Zayn's torso, his hands brushed his back, and in one swift move, Harry cut the ropes and freed Zayn from them, before he sat up straight again.

Zayn let out a sigh of relief, and quickly rubbed his hands together and against his wrists.

"Put your hands behind your back." Harry comanded, his face was still expressionless.

Even though Zayn was quite surprised with the order, he was quick to do what he said, Harry clasped his big hand above them as if he's telling Zayn not to move them.

"Why did you untie me then?" The drug in Zayn's system asked, but Harry didn't answer.

"So, you cheated on me?" Harry started by saying so calmly, he was sure now the drug must had taken full effect and his little kitten wouldn't be able to lie.

"No! I cheated on Liam, with you, but never on you!" Zayn blundered and closed his eyes at his stupid response.

"But you lied to me, you thought you could come and say 'I like you' and I'd fall for it?"

"I thought you did." Zayn said honestly, fuck another stupid answer.

A moment of silence passed, Harry stared blankly at the younger boy who was breathing heavily.

"I did." Harry finally admitted. Zayn leered pleadingly at Harry, his eyes were like those of a wounded pup, but full of lust.

"I'm so sorry, Harry. I swear I didn't entend for things to go this far. But I liked you. I liked you so much and I couldn't let go!" Zayn screamed.

"But you liked Liam?" Harry challenged.

Zayn wanted to shout no, but his tongue uttered "Yeah."

"And you liked me?" Harry pressed again, that he so much needed to know.

"YES!" Zayn bellowed in agony, and Harry's heart skipped a single beat.

"Were you planning on breaking up with him ever?"

"...Yes," Zayn nodded lightly, he felt a lump in his throat as his eyes looked down at Harry's shiny shoes, missing the surprise look on Harry's face.

"But when you came to my office for the first time, saying you felt a thing for me, that was a lie?"

"Yes," Zayn sobbed quietly, a tear dropped from his eyes and fell on Harry's boot. Zayn bowed and licked it apologetically.

Harry put his index finger under Zayn's chin to lift his face up, his angry green eyes were meeting Zayn's guilty ones after his confession.

Slap!

A loud smack was heard in the room, as Harry slapped Zayn across the face. Zayn felt his cock pulsing, as his face jolted to the side and his cheek started to sting.

Harry grabbed Zayn's face again, moving it like he own it to make his boy face him. Warm and delicate fingers were now pressed against his other cheek, as he forced Zayn to look him in the eyes. Into those angry intense green eyes, Zayn was lost as always as his dick twitched in anticipation, he didn't understand why.

But before could Zayn process more what exactly happened, Harry hit him on the other cheek, making Zayn let out a screech mixed with a loud moan.

Zayn fought the urge to pull his hands from behind his back to palm his throbbing cock. He was aroused and weak, exposed and vulnerable. But he was ready to do anything Harry asked, he'd do anything to get Harry to forgive him.

"How could you do this? I was ready to go to the end of the world for you!" Harry yelled.

He had opened his heart for Zayn -and he seldom done that for anyone- only for his rosy dreams to crash down Zayn's shore. Harry was not ready for another heartbreak after what happened to him before.

He should've followed his own advice to never fall in love again.

Zayn cries came back harder and louder, his guilt and today's exhaustion were choking him, as he continued to cry like a child and moan like a whore at the same time.

"Oh, you're liking this? You're liking me manhandling you?" Harry laughed; not a happy laugh, adding to Zayn's humiliation, which oddly he seemed to enjoy; as least his dick did.

Harry held his bottom lip between his teeth as he stood up, his mind going faster than a hundred miles an hour as he walked to stand in front of the open window and took a deep breath before he exhaled it in two short shaky breaths.

He didn't wanna look at Zayn right now, so instead he stared sadly at the trees of the forest around him with the moon sending some of its lights on the oak trees, the air felt nippy against his skin.

He loved Zayn, he at least own it to himself to admit that. But he had no idea what should he do with him? He hurt him so badly. But it scared the shit out of him that he was willing to forget everything and forgive him.

Harry felt something prodding his hand, he looked down to see Zayn moving his nose up and down the back of his fingers, like he's asking him to slap him again.

"You're insane." Harry mumbled as he stared at Zayn. He knew the drug was the one making him act so horny even maybe slutty, but also he knew that's the true honest Zayn.

"Harry, Harry make me come please." Zayn whined pleading the green-eyed killer with watery eyes, the pain between his legs was making it hard for him to comprehend properly.

Hastily, Harry picked Zayn up from the ground and walked the two feet to the bed before he sat himself down first, then placed the younger boy on his lap and positioned him so he's lying on his stomach.

Zayn started to rock his hips. Surprisingly Harry didn't stop him from rocking his hips on his lap, instead he pulled Zayn's pants and underwear down to reveal his creamy soft bum.

Smack.

The first hit was expected; Zayn waited for it, but it still made a loud moan leave his mouth.

Smack

The next one was harder than the first, and Zayn hissed as he gripped on Harry's leg in pain and pleasure.

Smack

Zayn whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut, as he felt himself getting closer to his climax.

Smack

Now his bum was feeling hot, looking rosy and desirable in Harry's eyes, whom erection was now visible in his pants, and Zayn moved faster against Harry's thigh.

Smack

And that's it, Zayn reached his release as he came hard in his pants, letting out a loud throaty scream.

Zayn's head hanged down in exhaustion. Harry couldn't help but place a kiss on his head lovingly, before he nipped at the back of his neck, like he's proving this kiss meant nothing. He wanted to stay mad at him, but seeing his face so peaceful after he came, was not making it easy for him.

But Harry knew so well; he wasn't finished.

"Kneel." Harry's voice came back cold and gruff, sending shivers down Zayn's spine, who fell on his knees immediately and with no hesitation.

"Arms up," Harry ordered and Zayn lift his arms quickly before Harry took his shirt off his head, and followed it by taking his own shirt off.

Harry pulled the zipper of his pants down, and with a turn of his wrist, he gripped his length in his hand; pulsing in front of Zayn's eyes as he stared at it, huge, Zayn licked his lips mindlessly.

Harry didn't speak, just looked at the willing boy between his legs, trying not to show his emotions.

Zayn's eyes were still red and shining with lust. Zayn pushed his head a bit lower, and Harry traced his plump lips with the tip of his cock for a few seconds, smearing them with his pre-come.

Zayn's mouth parted on the head of Harry's cock, sucking softly and sighing at the feeling, before he opened his mouth wider and took more of the hot flesh into his warm mouth.

He swallowed around him, making a groan leave Harry's mouth, and Zayn moaned in return, sending vibrations through Harry's cock, he ran his tongue along the vein and then down to his balls, he licked each one attentively as he remembered how Harry enjoyed when he paid attention to them, before sucking them into his mouth one after one making Harry's breath hitch, as his cock twitched meaning he was close.

"Stop," Harry commanded suddenly.

Zayn's eyes flickered up to his face for an instant, confused, before he pulled back with a wet pop to stare at the floor panting.

"Do you want me to come on your face or in your ass?" Harry asked, tilting Zayn's chin up with his index finger so that he can see his reddened face. Zayn moaned loudly at the picture in his head.

"Look at me," he demanded in a dominant voice, "Answer."

"I don't care, mark your territory." Zayn uttered with glazed hazel eyes.

Harry grasped on Zayn's hips, before he lift him up and threw him down on the bed, Zayn pulled himself up on all four, without being told to, and Harry hummed in appreciation.

Harry towered behind Zayn's body, shining with sweat now, golden and soft looking. Harry's thumb went to toy with Zayn's leaking slit, before he stretched him open with his other hand, adding two and then three fingers inside him, until Zayn started to moan and push against his fingers.

"That's not enough, is it? Oh it's never enough. Bet you want something bigger now." Harry smirked as he took his fingers out and pumped his own cock a few times, Zayn moaned and arched his back as he waited not-so patiently.

With no warning, Harry slammed into Zayn, directly on his gland. Zayn's head rolled back with a loud scream as Harry cock started penetrating him more and more, he felt every inch of that hard cock against his walls and he let out another loud scream mixed with a moan as Harry started to move in and out his ass fast.

"You like that don't you?" Harry nipped under Zayn's ear, before kissing and sucking on the red mark he just made, and Zayn barely was able to nod with the pleasure that was running through him.

"You like it rough and hard, that's why you ran to me. Your boyfriend was so gentle. You weren't satisfied." Harry growled as he pulled out of Zayn completely before pushing back in one move and balls deep in Zayn's tight ass, making his eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure.

"You needed someone who can give it to you hard, I'm the one who can give you what you want, the way you want it, the one who can make you scream. SCREAM!" Harry's voice echoed through the tower, maybe even reached the city.

"HARRY!" Zayn didn't disappoint and he screamed loud when Harry grabbed his shaft while his large erection was destroying his walls. He loved every second of it, his toes curled and his vision went white as he came undone on the bed sheets at the same time Harry filled him up.

Zayn collapsed on the bed, and Harry fell against Zayn's body, both of them breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry." Zayn whispered as he turned his face toward Harry's.

Harry stayed silent, as his chest movements got slower, Zayn watched him stand up and put his black jeans on but stayed shirtless. The lack of care in Harry's every move made fresh tears form in his eyes.

He didn't even kiss my lips.

"Get up," Harry suddenly ordered, "I'm not done with you yet."

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Liam's mouth was gagged, his hands were tied behind his back, and his eyes were watering for the third time tonight, before tears started to stream down his face.

Looking around him, he begged the men to end his misery, but none of them listened. He just couldn't do this anymore.

He tried to close his eyes so he wouldn't see, but they didn't allow him to, barking at him to keep his eyes open.

So he stayed still, crying silently as his eyes watched his boyfriend fuck another man, hearing every little moan and seeing the pleasure shooting through Zayn as he sat him down in front of the screen that showed what the CCTV cameras were recording in the bedroom Zayn and Harry were in.

"Stop your crying, Payne." James patted his cheek, as if mimicking what Yaser did the first time Liam saw this James.

"I'm gonna untie you now, okay?" James said quietly and Liam felt his body tense in relief.

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A/n: *sighs* I have no words literally.

Hope you liked it! I'm so sleepy I was barely able to finish it properly

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