Harry along with the men he considered friends, could feel the cold air in the middle of the night as they rushed through the dark and dirty streets of Doncaster. They were trying to escape the men he was supposed to be closing a deal with before heading back to London. He made a sharp turn into a street, trying not to breathe in the pungent smell of piss that seemed to be everywhere before daring himself to look back, making sure his friends Niall and Zayn were still behind him.

He stopped out of nowhere, making the other two men who had been accompanying him all the way from London collide against the other when they couldn't stop on time. Their gazes followed his own noticing the wall in front of them. A dead end. They looked back in panic, watching the men getting closer and just like that, Harry threw himself forward. He climbed the wall without a problem, followed by the other two who didn't hesitate to follow him when the trust between them was unbreakable.

As soon as they were at the top, they jumped down and ran straight to hide in whatever place they could find. They ended up up squeezed together in a narrow crevice below the steps leading up to a back door. They were still trying to catch their breath when Zayn let out a muffled noise filled with pain, making the other two look at him trying to see what was going on.

"Malik? Zayn, are you okay?"

"I'm okay, Niall." Zayn answered, trying to hide the pain on the side of his stomach. He felt a warm wetness knowing he was bleeding, that was it for him.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, trying to move so he could be closer to him. "Zayn, you need to tell me what's wrong!" He hissed, then looked around to make sure no one had heard him.

"Nothing, they grazed me with one of their knives before we got out of there, but it's nothing." Zayn said, and when Harry reached to touch it he pushed his hand away.

"Jesus Zayn, you're bleeding!" Niall exclaimed a little too loud, making the other two hiss at him to shut up.

Harry's eyes widened when he felt the sticky warm liquid seeping out of Zayn's side, gasping when Zayn let out a sharp cry of pain. And when the light he hadn't seen before got closer, he thought it was all over. He tried to get away but soon a man had his arm around his neck in a tight lock while he tried to set himself free. He gasped for air, seeing a few other men grabbing Niall then Zayn, making him scream.

"Let go!" Harry shouted, landing on his hands and knees when the man pushed him forward.

"Who are you and what are you doing here? You're trespassing property, the property of Lord Clark to be exact." The man who had pushed Harry said, still pointing a sword at them while the other two men still had a tight hold on Niall and Zayn.

"We didn't mean to...we were trying to escape." Niall quickly said, hoping they would let Zayn go, now seeing how bad the wound was. He had been stabbed and hadn't said a thing, "Just let us go and we'll be on our way."

"Not so easy." The man pointing his sword at Harry spoke, then turned to another one who was holding an oil lamp, "Lord Clark is gone, get Liam."

Zayn groaned and gritted his teeth together when he was lifted up and taken into a dungeon. Harry and Niall struggled in their hold wanting to help Zayn, seeing the way he was quickly losing blood already looking pale. They were thrown into a cell while Zayn was put into another on a cot as gentle as they could before a girl no older than twenty started working on him. They watched her give him a bottle with a clear liquid which he drank from and minutes later let out an ear piercing cry, making Niall and Harry flinch and get closer to the bars wanting to see what was going on.

"You're going to ruin your teeth." The girl told him, and handed him a rag. "Bite into this, it will help."

Zayn's olive skin was glistening with sweat and his eyes were red. His lips were trembling as he grabbed the rag and bit into it. He nodded at the girl and then looked up at the ceiling, his screams were muffled by the rag and his hands grabbed fistfuls of the old but clean blanket the girl had brought with her.

"Hey! You!" Harry shouted over Zayn's screams, "Do you even know what you're doing?"

The girl looked him up and down, and without saying anything turned to look at the wound again. Harry started shaking the iron bars, desperate to know if she was qualified to do what a doctor should have been doing.

"I'm talking to you!" Harry continued shouting.

"My name is Lucy." She finally looked at him with an angry expression, one Harry wasn't used to receiving, "And my mother is the town's healer. I know what I'm doing, but right now I can't concentrate with your screams."

"Let her do her job." Niall pulled him back by the arm, "We're lucky they're helping him, they're not going to let him die."

"I need to talk to this Lord Clark...or whoever is in charge. Maybe the wife." Harry looked at the dirty walls with disgust.

They watched Lucy until she was done, giving Zayn some water after. He ended up falling asleep while Harry and Niall paced around in their cell, desperate to get out of there and go back home.

****

As soon as Liam had taken a step towards Louis, he stopped halfway not moving at all until Louis started walking and grabbed his hand pulling him towards the bed. Louis could feel him shaking, yet said nothing the moment Liam closed his eyes when he started taking his clothes off, moving onto Liam's as soon as he was done. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he opened them again and lowered Liam's pants down, blushing when he saw what was underneath.

"Do you– Do you want me to..?" Louis trailed off, knowing Liam knew what he meant. His face felt too hot and his hands were starting to sweat.

"No! Just close your eyes okay, close your eyes and I'll do it myself." Liam quickly said, blushing when he saw Louis fully naked standing in front of him.

Louis nodded and got on the bed next to Liam, quickly closing his eyes, trying to convince himself that it was for the best while Liam was already regretting it. Liam wrapped a hand around himself, trying to get hard but it was impossible when he kept thinking about what he was going to do. After a few minutes, he forced himself to think of something else, someone else, quickly forgetting that Louis was in the room right next to him and soon he was hard trying not to make a noise.

"A– Are you ready?" He asked Louis, hearing a small yes in return.

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes seeing Louis already on his back, silently thanking him when he saw he had put his shirt back on and his privates were covered even though he wasn't wearing anything underneath. He wanted to say something when he noticed Louis wasn't even hard but bit his tongue, and instead sat up then crawled towards Louis already hesitating a bit.

He was already in between Louis' legs when he started going soft again as soon as Louis wrapped his legs around his waist. He quickly scrambled off of him and to the other side of the bed where he started crying, covering his face with his hands.

"I'm sorry! I can't– I can't!" Liam wailed, tensing up when he felt Louis' warm hands on his cheeks, making him look at him.

"It's okay, it's okay...you don't have to, I'll figure something out. I'm so sorry I made you do this, don't cry." Louis quickly said, shedding a few tears of his own. He felt horrible for what he had put Liam through and shed a few more tears fall, having already accepted his fate.

Liam was still crying, unable to stop while Louis tried to calm him down when they heard a knock on the door and Louis was quick to put his hand over Liam's mouth to keep him quiet. He gestured for him to keep quiet and once Liam nodded, he got up and put his pants back on. He opened the door seeing Andrew, one of the guards, standing in front of him with a nervous expression.

"Yes?" Louis said, using the same cold tone his husband would use.

"Sir, I apologize for interrupting you, but I was looking for Liam and he's nowhere to be found." Andrew quickly said, watching Louis tilting his head to the left.

"And what does that have to do with me?" Louis asked, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling bad when Andrew fiddled with his clothes but it was the only way he would get respect when Howard was gone. Well, as much respect as he could when they already knew the way he was treated. The many abuses going on behind closed doors late at night.

"Frederick and the rest of the guards caught three men hiding by the steps in the backyard, one of them was injured but Lucy managed to patch him up before he could bleed out. Lord Clark is not here and Fred thinks Liam will know what to do with them, especially the leader who already tried to escape and set the others free." Andrew explained, seeing Louis nodding.

"Go back to the dungeons and wait for me there, Liam went out but he'll be back soon. I'll handle it, now go back and have their leader ready for me." Louis ordered, and as soon as Andrew nodded, he closed the door and hurried back to Liam who only had the bed sheets wrapped around his waist.

Liam's eyes were red and his face was wet with tears as he watched Louis looking for warmer clothes.

"It was Andrew, Frederick caught a few men and I'm gonna go see what's going on. Get yourself together then get there, get dressed and wash your face." Louis kissed the top of his head, then got up putting his coat and shoes on before he left his bedroom.

He grabbed an oil lamp and made his way outside and into the dungeons, hating to be there but he had to know what was going on. As soon as he stepped inside, he wrinkled his nose at the smell, and followed the light until he was in a room with Frederick and Andrew standing in the middle with a man kneeling on the ground in between them.

He carefully observed him, taking in his black shirt and pants already dirtied almost as if he had been rolling around on the dirt, then his dark brown and curly hair pulled back by a black bandana. As soon as they heard him, the stranger lifted his head up and that's when Louis saw his red plump lips and his bright green eyes already glaring at him. Louis did not let him intimidate him.

"What's your name and why did you think it would be a good idea to break into my house?" Louis asked, stopping a few feet away from him, feeling a bit awkward when the stranger observed him from head to toe then back up again in a calculating manner before he smirked.

"And why's a pretty thing like you so rude to their guests? Have you no manners?" Harry asked, taking in his bright blue eyes and pretty face, too pretty for a place like the one they were in.

"I asked you first." Louis retorted, taking a step closer as soon as he noticed his hands were tied behind his back.

"Look, we were just trying to escape a few men that were trying to kill us, I led my men here when we got stuck at a dead end. We did not mean to trespass but we had no choice." Harry explained, hoping he would let them go.

"Hmm, and why should I believe you when you won't even tell me your name?" Louis raised his brows, expecting him to give him his name, making sure he was making eye contact with him.

"Edward. Now, do you believe me?" Harry said, seeing him flickering his eyelids and some sort of emotion pass through his face before he took a step back, almost as if he had been burned.

Harry furrowed his brows and observed him as best as he could. For a moment, the boy standing in front of him looked pale. His eyes became watery before he looked away to wipe the tears away. When he looked back at him, it was as if he didn't almost have a breakdown right there.

Louis wanted to run away and hide in his bedroom the moment he heard that name, a name he hadn't dare to say outloud or even think of for the past four years. He blinked a few times trying to make the tears that were threatening to come out go away, and when he looked back into his jade green eyes remembering how his used to be a pretty aqua, he realized the stranger in front of him could help him end his main problem. Something Liam sadly wasn't able to do.

Louis looked back at him, figuring out he was nothing but a thief along with the other two and in exchange for their freedom and money, he wouldn't mind doing him a favor. He really looked at him finding him attractive, and so sure of himself that he would be able to give him what his husband never could and would never give him.

"Out." Louis said, looking at Frederick and Andrew whose eyes widened at the order.

"I- I'm sorry?" Frederick stammered, not sure if it was the right thing to do knowing Lord Clark would have his head if something happened to his husband.

"Get out and make sure the rest do too, I'm going to question this thief and you're only making him nervous. Now sit him on that chair and make sure he's tied up." Louis ordered, watching how they scrambled to do as he ordered, "Now get out." Louis ordered as soon as they were done.

"But sir–" Frederick nervously took a step forward.

"Get. Out." Louis said through gritted teeth, watching them walking out followed by the rest.

As soon as he was alone he slowly made his way to Edward, stopping right in front of him then walked around him wrinkling his nose at how dirty he was. He wanted to tell him to take a bath, but he could care less when he was going to get dirty again. He stopped in front of him again, watching him, not really knowing how to even start then decided to get straight to the point. He needed to act fast before Howard could get back.

"I could let you and your friends go, you know." Louis said, carefully observing him.

"Then do." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Oh but why would I do that, what's the point then? I will let you and your friends go in exchange of something." Louis said, and when the man expressed curiosity he continued, "I've been married to this pig of a man for four years and like his three former wives I can't give him children, of course he thinks it's my fault and doesn't get that the problem is him, not me."

"And what does that have to do with me?" Harry asked, "If he can't give you children then that's not my damn problem. Divorce the pig and be done with it."

"You know that's not allowed." Louis said, taking a deep breath when he was starting to get frustrated.

"Like I said, not my problem." Harry glared, "I don't even know what you're getting at? Why am I even here?"

"I think you know what I want." Louis rolled his eyes.

"No I don't, now let my friends and I go." Harry started fidgeting in the chair, trying to untie himself.

He stopped when he felt his warm and soft hand on his left cheek making him look up at him. That's when green met blue. One pair of green eyes, defiant and wild. Another pair of blue eyes, desperate and cunning.

"I need you to get me pregnant. It's that easy, then I'll let you go." Louis said, hoping to convince him. Hell, he didn't even know if the man in front of him was into men, but he had nothing to lose.

"You are crazy! Why would I do that!?" Harry pulled his head away.

"He'll kill me if I don't get pregnant soon. If you don't help me then I'll have no choice but to keep you and your friends here, and without the proper medical care and living in a filthy place like this I'm sure your friend will die soon and you won't be able to save him." Louis tilted his head to the left, giving him the most innocent look.

He had to act fast to convince him, and out of nowhere straddled him and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Get off, you're crazy!" Harry started fidgeting again, trying to shake him off but he only held on tighter.

"You have nothing to lose." Louis said, slightly rolling his hips, smirking when he heard the small intake of breath coming from him, "You get to fuck me all you want and in exchange I'll let you and your friends go, send you on your way with your pockets full of money."

"Get off." Harry said through gritted teeth.

He felt his cock twitching the moment the crazy man in front of him once again rolled his hips, then moved them back and forth as he trailed kisses down his jaw to his neck then back up again.

"Do you really want me to get off?" Louis stopped moving his hips, "When was the last time you got to fuck someone?" Louis fiddled with his collar, then leaned down to nip at the skin of his neck leaving a red mark behind.

"That's none of your business, now get the fuck off of me." Harry growled, swallowing his spit when the man sitting on his lap looked down then back up at him, fluttering his eyelashes before he let out a frustrated sigh and got up.

Harry watched him walk towards the exit, his eyes trailing down to his bum then back up when he abruptly stopped before he turned around giving him a sorry look.

"My condolences, I'm sure you'll miss your dear friend but it won't be for long. We're all going to follow him soon, but I'll make sure you go last." Louis said, then started walking again when his deep and desperate voice stopped him.

"Wait!" Harry called after him, sighing in relief when the blue eyed man turned around and gave him a questioning look.

"Yes?" Louis asked, trying to fight his hopeful smile.

"You promise you're going to get him a doctor then let us go?" Harry asked, watching him getting closer until he was standing in front of him.

"You have my word." Louis nodded, watching him until he slowly started nodding.

"Fine, but I don't want to be tied up. I know you're going to." Harry glared at him, "I am trusting you, you gave me your word."

"I'm not stupid! What guarantees me that you're not going to try to escape or kill me." Louis snapped.

"If I'm going to do this at least let me enjoy it! Need I remind you that I will be leaving my child behind to be raised by some old bastard. That's the least you can do."

"Like you care." Louis rolled his eyes, "You probably have a few too many bastards all over England. One more is nothing."

"You don't know me." Was all Harry said, before he looked away towards the hallway that led to the cells where his friends were.

"I'll get someone to come get you and take you to my bedroom." Louis said before he walked out, running into Liam who did nothing but stare at him with a nervous and somehow angry expression.

"You can't be serious Louis! He's a complete stranger." Liam grabbed him by the sides of his arms shaking him a bit.

"I already made up my mind." Louis pushed him away, "I've lived the past four years in misery and I'm not gonna let him end me like that. I don't care that he's a stranger as long as he gives me what I want."

"Louis–" Liam started.

"Take him to my bedroom and tie him up, preferably to my bed then make sure no one interrupts us. Distract Howard if you must when he gets back. Do whatever you can but keep him away from my bedroom." Louis ordered, then walked away with the knowledge that Liam was going to do as told.

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