WARNING: Non-con!

Germany was dark and depressing. As always. Even their hotel room was dark. Zayn laid out the Package on the table while Louis made tea. They sat down close on the couch and flipped through the details. HQ had an asset in a brothel that would "hire" Zayn as a new worker. The target, Albert Grogder, was a client with them and had quite a type. Young men, dark features. Zayn was perfect for it. It would be Zayn's job to get the man to buy him and take him somewhere far from home. Meanwhile Louis would get inside the house, avoid the wife and son, and get into his personal office to retrieve information that HQ requested.

Simple enough. Only Zayn would have to sleep with the guy. Let himself get fucked and then let the man fall asleep next to him. And Louis didn't want to think about that. Zayn hadn't slept with anyone he didn't want to in a long time. Louis promised him he'd never have to again. Now here he was, breaking his promise to his best friend. Louis wanted to scream with the hatred he felt for himself and the situation. He knew Zayn wouldn't be the same after this. It took so long the first time to make Zayn even resemble a human being again. Now all of that was going to shambles.

Louis could still Zayn's face the first time he found him:

"I'm so close. Don't worry. I'll finish it," Louis promised the voice over the phone. He still hated the sound of her voice, even though he'd heard it nearly everyday for two years. She was always telling him what to do. But he didn't really have a choice did he? She paid him a ton of money to do what she said and she knew where all the girls went to school and where his mom worked. She actually knew more about his family than he did. The voice promised one day he'd see them again, but he doubted it. It'd been years since he'd seen them and he was too far in now to go back. Louis hung up and wandered down the dark hallway to the apartment where the landlord lived. He had orders to break into the safe and take all the money the landlord had stolen. He was ordered to kill him, but Louis didn't really want to. Death was a bit harsh for stealing and Louis had never killed anyone before. But the voice said it was necessary because he'd done far worse than steal, but that wasn't information Louis needed to know.bHe picked the locked and opened the door.

What he saw would be seared into his brain for the rest of his life. A small boy with sweaty black hair was bent in half over the bed, hands stretched taunt and tied to the bed posts at the bottom of the bed. The landlord had a whip in his hand and the boy's back was bright red and bleeding. His butt and legs sported the same marks. The boys was shivering and crying, begging the man to stop, but that only served to make the landlord slap the whip across his back with an ear-piercing crack.

"Such a fucking slut. Can't wait to shove my cock in you."

"Hey!" Louis yelled and the guy turned to him with a shocked face. "What thehell are you doing?!"

"Who the fuck are you?"

Louis didn't answer. All he remembers is the weight of the gun tucked into his belt. There was a loud bang and then the guy was on the floor, blood pooling from the back of his head. Louis dropped the gun and went to the boy. "You're okay. Don't worry, you're okay now." Louis fiddled with the rope but couldn't get it, "Umm, I can't. How do you untie these?"

The boys finally looked up at him and Louis instantly melted at the hurt and despair in his eyes. "Start at the bed post. That knot's easier," he mumbled weakly.

Louis nodded and started pulling at the ropes around the post. He got it undone and upwrapped it from the boy's wrist. Then he undid the other and the boy fell flat on the bed. His wrists were rubbed raw and bleeding as well. Louis tried to pick him up, but he kept groaning and flinching in pain. "What do I do?" Louis begged.

"The plug."

Louis looked around the room for something, but was so lost, "I don't know what you mean."

"He put a plug in, but didn't stretch me. It hurts."

Louis didn't understand until he stepped back and got a look at the boy's tortured ass. Inside him was a large black butt plug. "You want me to take it out?" he asked incredulously.

"Please," the boy pleaded, "It hurts. I can't move." He started to sob into the sheets and Louis' heart broke.

"Okay, okay. I'm so sorry," He said as he slowly put a hand to the end of the plug. "I'm so sorry," he said one more time before pulling it out. The tan boy cried out in pain but then slumped into the bed. Louis' mouth fell open when he saw blood trickle out from where the huge plug was. "Oh God, you're bleeding. What do I do?" Louis asked again.

Another choked sob came from the thin boy's mouth. "Just, um," Zayn grabbed some of the sheet in his hand and brought it behind him and pushed it gently to his hole. "Oww," he cried quietly but kept it there. Louis quickly took over and pressed it to the boy's bleeding entrance. They stayed like that until the boy groaned and dropped the bloody sheets back to the bed. Louis tried to help as much as he could. He helped him lay on the bed in a more comfortable position and then ran into the bathroom for some cold, wet flannels. He came back and wiped his body clean. Once the blood and dirt was wiped away all that was left was bright red cuts and welts. His hole was still red and gaping, but at least the blood was dried now.

"Do you, uh, do you want me to clean you up, um, down there." He didn't even really answer, just groaned again, but Louis took that as assent and started to wipe his raw entrance. "What's your name?" Louis asked.

The boy laughed, or at least Louis thought it was a laugh, but it just sounded like a weak huff. "Zayn," he croaked.

"Zayn," Louis repeated. "Zayn, you're coming with me." Louis picked him up and got him dressed again before breaking into the safe, taking the money, and leaving with him.