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"Louis, what are you doing? Are you walking?" Zayn asked, surprised.

Louis took the last couple of steps to stand in front of Zayn with his arms folded tightly over his chest. "I don't think that's the biggest issue right now, Zayn. I'd like to know why, what looks to be, at least fifty trainees are standing in the arena of Headquarters even though no one is supposed to be here."

Liam stepped forward. "That was my-"

"My fault," Zayn interrupted. "I invited them. I figured it was time to figure out what to do from here."

Louis pulled Zayn in so he didn't have to speak loudly. "And you didn't think to inform me?"

Zayn motioned to his leg. "You were recuperating. I didn't want to add anything to your plate."

"Don't play that, Zee. You know you should have told me."

Zayn sighed and nodded. "I know. I'm sorry. But they're here now. Don't you think we should at least talk to them?"

Louis gave Zayn a long, accessing look before turning to the kids. "Here's what's going to happen."

"You're Tommo aren't you? I've heard about you!"

Louis slammed a fist down on the railing to silence the quiet conversations arising. "I don't want anyone else to speak unless addressed. You will listen and you will do as I say." The crowd went absolutely still. "Good. Now, if you would like you are welcome to stay here. I understand most of you don't have homes other than this place. But," he warned, "if a single one of you so much as steps a toe out of line, you'll all be forced back out onto the street with no help from Headquarters. And you know what happens if you talk."

Some students nodded, others stood in shock. "We'll feed you," Harry stepped in with a nod to Louis asking for permission. When Louis stepped back Harry continued. "We'd like to keep you safe and if you are willing to work with us then we can do that."

A kid raised their hand. "Yes?" Louis addressed him.

"Um, do we still train? I was just about to graduate."

Zayn and Louis shared a look and then Zayn spoke up. "For now training will be suspended. You may make use of the gym and training rooms but there is no graduating until we've settled."

"Settled what?"

"That's all we have to say for now," Louis snapped. "Go back to your assigned rooms. Dinner is at six as normal." He turned from the crowd and nodded for Zayn and Liam to follow him as he led Harry with a hand on his hip back down to the stairs and into the side hallway. When they were safely away he burst. "What the hell was that?!"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Zayn started.

"This isn't some little change in plans, Zayn, this is huge! You just invited dozens of dangerous teenagers to live with us and we don't have any idea what we're doing right now."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"I can barely protect myself much less-" he clenched his jaw. "If anything happens to Harry..."

"I wouldn't let that happen, Lou. Trust me."

"Trust you?" he scoffed. "You've never gone behind my back before."

Liam moved to confess, but Zayn blocked him and nodded. "It won't happen again, Louis. I'm so sorry."

Louis ignored his apology again. "Go look at the cameras. Make sure they're doing as they're told. Lock the sleeping quarters off until dinner." He grabbed Harry's hand and walked away.

Liam turned Zayn to him with confusion on his face. "Why didn't you let me explain?"

Zayn put gentle hands on Liam's hips and rubbed his thumbs over his hip bones. "He'd never of forgiven you. At least he'll forgive me. Someday soon. Hopefully. But he doesn't trust you yet."

"You didn't have to."

Zayn smiled sadly and leaned in to kiss him lightly on the lips. "I said I would protect you, and I will."

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Harry followed Louis as best he could while being pulled and tripping over his own feet. Louis led them into the kitchen and let the door swing shut behind them. "God, what an idiot! He's going to get us killed."

Harry came behind Louis and laid his head between Louis' shoulder blades. He could feel Louis' body vibrating with energy. He always got like this after missions or hard days of training with Zayn. He'd come back to Harry with pent up energy and itching hands and he'd lay Harry down of the closest surface and ravage him. The memories made Harry long for that again. To have Louis claim him again. "Lou?"

"He's insane. I have no idea where his mind is lately."

"Lou?"

"What?" he snapped and turned to face Harry. When he saw Harry's dark eyes he knew. "Harry," he breathed, trying to scold but mostly just needing.

"Please, Daddy," he whispered like he wasn't sure he was allowed. "It's been so long and, and I need you."

Louis just growled quietly and cupped his hand around Harry's neck, barely pressing, to pull him closer. Harry nearly stopped breathing, not from the hold, but from what the hold represented. Louis was totally in charge again. He'd displayed his power in front of all those people and now he was displaying it for Harry in private. "I missed you so much, baby."

Harry whined at the sound of his words. "I missed you too, Daddy."

Louis nodded, acknowledging Harry's desire, before turning Harry around and bending him over the counter. His hands roamed up and down Harry's sides, tucking under his shirt to scratch down his skin. Harry mewled and arched back on Louis for more. Louis hummed in approval and leaned over Harry's back to mouth at his neck, which Harry offered up willingly. "Gonna let me have you? Do whatever I want?"

Harry nodded and leaned more so Louis had as much skin to nibble on as he wanted. Louis smirked and sucked on the soft flesh along the vein in Harry's neck while his fingers dug into his side. He left a blooming mark and moved to kiss down Harry's spine as he moved his shirt up to get to the skin of his back. He could see the faint scratches that were already disappearing. "Hmm, Harry. Look at you," he whispered against his skin. Harry was trying to be still but Louis was barely moving and he wanted so much more.

"Lou, come on," he begged.

"Quiet, Harry," he admonished and then bit down on Harry's back. Harry groaned and flinched but then pushed back against Louis' mouth. "Let me have you."

"Yes," he pleaded. "Have me."

Louis chuckled, breath fanning warm across his bite mark and slipped his hands around to undo Harry's jeans. Harry moved his hands to help but Louis barked his name. "Above your head. Don't move." Harry obediently moved his hands to lay on the counter above his head and just let Louis touch him. Louis popped open the button and zipper before sliding his hands under the denim and pushing it off his hips. Harry's toes curled in his shoes as he fought to stay still. Louis let Harry's jeans sit at mid thigh while he rubbed his hand over Harry's ass. Harry pressed his forehead into the counter and closed his eyes. Louis was finally touching him again and he wanted to just lay there and enjoy it for a moment before his brain stopped working and his body took over.

"Daddy, I love you."

Louis kissed all over Harry's back and whispered his love in return as he slid Harry's pants down to meet his jeans. Louis raked his nails over the smooth skin up Harry's thigh and over his ass. Harry arched with the movement but otherwise kept motionless. "I'll need you to stay still now. I don't have lube so you'll have to suck." He pressed two fingers to Harry's mouth and Harry smiled and took them. One hand started to moved down the counter, making Louis growl, but Harry kept moving. He reached under the granite top and into his jeans to pull out a small packet of lube. Louis laughed and took his fingers out. "Seriously?"

"I've been waiting for this." Harry leaned towards Louis' fingers to take them back in his mouth. Louis let him have them for a moment as he played a finger from his dry hand between Harry's cheeks. Harry groaned and sucked harder.

"I'll need these, babe, if you want me to stretch you."

Harry bit playfully on the digits before releasing them. Louis rubbed his thumb along Harry's pink lips once and then took and opened the packet to cover his fingers. Harry tried to look back over his shoulder but Louis dropped the lube on the counter and pressed Harry's face into the counter by his hair as he pushed a finger into his hole. Harry bit his lips and moaned. He hadn't so much as touched himself since Louis' accident. He knew he wasn't supposed to without Louis' permission and he honestly he didn't really want to. But now Louis had two fingers inside him and he was leaking against the counter. This was going to end too quickly.

"Daddy, please-I'll come. I need you inside me."

Louis pulled his fingers out and squeezed Harry's cheek in his hand. "You won't come. I know you wouldn't."

Harry knew it, too. He knew Louis could tease and edge him and he'd do everything in his power to hold out until Louis gave his permission, because Louis' approval meant more than any orgasm. So when Louis didn't start stripping so he could fuck Harry he knew he was in for test of will. Louis' hands wandered all over his body, leaving wet trails on his skin. He tucked a hand under his chest and pinched at his nipple. Harry squeaked and fisted his hand on the counter top. Louis' other hand snaked down to wrap around Harry's hard prick.

"Haven't felt you in forever. I almost forgot how good you were," Louis murmured in Harry's ear. Harry shivered and nodded into the counter. Louis started moving his hand along Harry's shaft slowly, only adding to the teasing instead of working to get him off. Harry's body tensed and flexed to control his reactions as Louis leaned into him harder and pressed his body to the surface. He moved his hand from Harry's chest, down his body, and back to his hole. His two slightly wet fingers pushed back into Harry's hole with force.

Harry moaned and dripped precome down his length onto Louis' hand. Louis brought his hand up and pressed the liquid to Harry's mouth. Harry licked his lips before he stuck his tongue out and swiped it across Louis' fingers to taste his own cum. Louis pressed his hand to Harry's mouth harder, effectively gagging him, while he continued to suck off the dirty line of white substance. Then Louis put two fingers back in Harry's mouth and heard a satisfied moan leave his baby's mouth. He pressed all of his fingers in deeper, stretching Harry open and digging into his sensitive prostate just for fun. Harry started squirming, body heated with pleasure. Louis pressed him down more firmly with his body and kicked his legs wider with his feet. Harry was left with very little room to move or leverage to do so anyway.

With Louis cutting off his speech with his fingers, his movement with his body, and his thoughts with his ministrations, Harry was lost in LouisLouisLouis. "Don't come," Louis warned and tickled over his prostate again. Harry whined against his fingers but nodded nonetheless. "Do you want me?"

Harry felt a sob in his chest at the obvious question. Of course he did. And Louis knew that. But Louis was making Harry beg for it. And Harry wanted to. "Yes," he mumbled around Louis' fingers.

"What was that, baby?" Louis teased.

"Please, Daddy," Harry tried again, but his words was only half intelligible with his foggy mind and Louis' fingers baring his way.

"You do want me. I can tell."

Louis' fingers were pulled from his mouth and Harry started babbling. "I do. Need you, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me, Daddy, please. I want-" He was cut off when Louis' wet hand found his hard on again and squeezed while he pressed his thumb into his wet slit. Harry yelled out and then dropped his head to the counter, breathing hard. "Yes," he whispered.

"My baby is so wet for me. I know you want me." Harry just nodded his agreement since his body refused to listen to his brain when he ordered it to magically make Louis' clothes disappear and impale himself of Louis' cock. But instead he just whined for Louis and bucked between his fist and fingers. Louis pulled both hands away and had Harry pleading for more through mumbled words. "Turn over," Louis ordered. Harry pushed himself up and around to face Louis with wet lips and dark eyes and pink cheeks. Louis growled at the sight and scratched his thumb across Harry's thick bottom lip. "Beautiful, baby." Harry followed Louis' finger until it was gone and looked at Louis, asking with his eyes what was next.

Louis answered when he pushed Harry back on the counter and bent his legs back against his stomach. "I want to see you when I make love to you."

Harry's head fell to the stone with a sigh as he closed his eyes. "Please, Daddy."

Louis kissed Harry's knee over his jeans before working his joggers down with his pants enough to let his cock spring up. He pressed between Harry's spread cheeks, moaning at the friction and rubbing his head along Harry's perineum.

Harry pushed on Louis when he kept teasing, making Louis squeeze his ass as warning. "Be good. Daddy wants to hear you, okay? Let me hear how good you feel." With that Louis grabbed the lube and rubbed it over his aching length before pushing into Harry smoothly. Halfway he pulled back and then pushed in again until he was seated.

Harry moaned at finally being filled, hands pressed to the counter futilely just to have something to hold onto. Louis leaned down, pushing Harry's legs further, and putting himself in Harry's reach. Harry's hand snapped to Louis' back as his fingers dug into the golden skin. "Yes, Daddy, more."

Louis kissed his jaw and thrust into him sharply. Harry loosed huffs of cut-off moans each time Louis reached deep inside him. Harry could feel his prick twitch and knew he had to focus on not coming, otherwise he'd paint his stomach and Louis' with white. Harry swallowed and steeled his mind, repeating his mantra of Don't come. Don't come. Don't fucking come while Louis snapped his hips.

Louis braced himself on his forearms and ignored the pain in his leg from the rough movement, because he was so close and, if Harry's movement were anything to go by, he was, too. Louis moved an arm to balance on Harry's chest as he grabbed at his shirt bunched under his arms, probably even hurting him a little with the weight, but Harry just squeezed Louis' body between his calves. Louis pulled on his shirt with each thrust and palmed against Harry's collarbones. "Babe-baby, yes. I'm so close, baby." Harry preened at the news and clenched around Louis. Louis groaned and dropped his head into Harry's neck as he pushed in faster, losing his rhythm the closer he got. "I want you come with me," Louis told him. Harry scratched at the slick counter and nodded so Louis could feel it against his hair. Louis turned his face and bit on Harry's neck as he came inside him. Harry choked a moan and shot between them as he shivered under Louis. Louis fucked them both through it and then pulled out and supported himself on his hands on either side of Harry's waist. "Jesus, baby."

"Thank you," Harry panted. "Thank you, Daddy." Louis backed up and pulled Harry up with him. He kissed him long and sweet to show him his own gratitude. "Feel better?" Harry asked.

Louis laughed and kissed Harry again. "Loads. Thank you, baby."

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Daddy Louis is back! Finally, I'm mean really!