Louis' small camera was pressed against his driver's window. Albert was just leaving the Starbucks across from his office building. Louis was going to be on recon for at least a week, gathering information about who Albert was meeting with, where he would go when he wasn't at work or home. Louis wished more than anything that this was a simple clean kill so he could get Zayn out of there now, but HQ wanted more. Whatever this man was into was big. Louis was in charge of collecting information about whatever it was.

Louis' not dumb. But he never claimed to be well-informed. Most of his kill orders were complete strangers to him. He never read or watched the news, and he didn't really care that the people on the other side of the barrel were rich and powerful. He didn't even bother to learn their names if he didn't have to. Probably because it kept him distanced from what he did to them. If they weren't people with names and stories, then they were killable. Easy to dispose of.

The people Albert had met with over the three days he'd been trailing so far were merely pawns to Louis. He just snapped his photos and sent them off to HQ. That was his job until he got further instruction. He hadn't talked to Zayn since he left the hotel in some threadbare tee and a shabby beanie. He hoped he was okay. Hopefuly Zayn hadn't had to do anything yet, just sat in his room, under the radar. Louis wanted to puke thinking about Zayn being shoved into a bed by a stranger. So he tried not to think about it. Instead he made sure to get all the information he could as quickly as possible. The faster they got out of here.

He also hadn't called Harry in three days. He thought about him all the time. He thought about him instead of thinking about Zayn because it was safer. He missed Harry's soft skin, his wild hair. When he fell asleep he wished that Harry was there. Sometimes he felt him there, his arms wrapped around Louis' small waist, and his head tucked under Louis' chin. Sometimes it was a wonder Louis got anything done. But then again, the faster Louis did what he had to, the faster he could go home and hold his boy.

Albert walked across the street and through the glass doors of his office building. Louis had bugged his office the first day on the job. Home too. He tapped into the bug and listened for Albert to come into his office. He heard a shuffling and a sigh of Albert sitting at his desk. Then there was faint music playing. Classical. Something Louis didn't care to recognize.

Mr. Grogder. I've got a woman on the line for you. She says it's urgent, but she won't say her name.

Put her through.

Louis waited.

Mr. Grogder?

What did you find out?

Not much. The police don't have any leads yet. I'll be coming to you tomorrow.

Good. I need you here.

As soon as I can.

Thank you. See you soon.

The woman hung up and Albert continued you on with his day. Louis listened in and recorded everything to be sent back. When Albert left work so did Louis. He meant to follow him home, but Albert didn't go home. Instead he led Louis to the depressing brick building that Zayn had given himself to. Louis' heart fell out of his chest. Zayn was in there and he couldn't do anything about it. He wanted to slice Albert's neck now so he wouldn't have the chance to ever meet Zayn at all.

But Louis did nothing. He sat there and watched Albert go inside. He didn't have a bug in there. Zayn was his bug. Zayn was in there. Louis couldn't sit out there all night while Albert was in there, possibly with his best friend. He had to leave. He drove back to the hotel with acid in his throat. He tried not to let the panic he was feeling overwhelm him. He needed to settle down, to find an anchor. He plucked his phone out of his bag and dialed his favorite number. He turned on his scrambler so the signal couldn't be traced or listened in on and settled back on the bed.

Louislouislouis!

"Hi, Haz."

God I miss you so much. Do you realize it's been nearly one hundred hours since I heard your voice. I'm dying here, Lou.

Louis' face split into a smile. "I miss you too, baby. So much."

Talk to me. Let me hear your voice.

"Okay," Louis appeased. "This job sucks. I hate Germany, and I miss you. Everytime I see something I want to show it to you, but I can't."

Take pictures! I'll look at them when you get back.

"I don't really have the time for recreational photography, babe."

Then you just have to tell me all about them, won't you?

"I guess so," Louis laughed, "I saw this woman. She was wearing an entire zebra, I swear. Her shoes, hat, everything. I laughed so hard."

At least she matched, Harry teased.

"Very true."

Guess what?

"What?"

I've written a letter every single day. I've got five now.

"Really? Oh, baby, I'm proud of you. I can't wait to read them."

They might be a bit hard to read.

"Why?"

My hands were shaking while I wrote most of them. I've never had to write a letter while I'm hard. It's harder than I thought.

"But you didn't come until you finished, right?"

Right.

"Good boy."

Although, I may have gotten cum on a few of them.

Louis burst into a fit of laughter. "That's okay, love. I don't mind." Harry laughed too and Louis almost burst with the sound. He hadn't heard Harry's laugh in nearly a week. It was a fact he hated about his life. "How's being home again?"

Pretty good. Gemma's gone back to school early and Mum's leaving tonight for business so I have the house to myself for the rest of the time until I leave for school.

"House to youself, aye?"

Harry giggled, All alone.

"Tempting."

Enough to get a call tomorrow night?

"We'll see. I don't know if I'll have tomorrow night off like I do tonight." He hoped he wouldn't. He hoped Albert wouldn't visit the prostitutes two nights in a row.

Fine. I was hoping to mind my manners because Mum's still in the house somewhere. But I'm really horny, Lou. My fingers don't do yours justice.

Louis let his head slump back on the headboard with a groan. He needed to get back to work. Go through the pictures and the recordings and then get them to HQ.

I've used your pictures so many times I have your v-cuts imprinted on my retinas.

Work could wait.

"Okay, Hazza. I want to hear you say my name when you come."

Harry whimpered over the phone and Louis heard the hasty disposal of clothing. I say your name everytime. I can hear your voice saying my name, telling me how good I am when I come untouched.

Louis' dick twitched in his pants. "Jesus, Harry."

I've written a fantasy at the end of every single letter. I have so many ideas I want to try. I want to use all the toys we talked about. I want you to spank me again. Harry moaned out, God I need that so bad.

Louis took himself out of his jeans and into his hand, pumping his already half hard shaft. "Harry," he breathed, "I promise. I'll spank you as soon as I get back. With a paddle. I'll buy you one. Pick any one you want and I'll use it on you."

Harry whined, "Please, Lou. I'm so close already."

Louis needed to run across Europe and get back to his baby right now. He couldn't bear this distance for much longer, and it'd only been three days. "Wait for me. Don't come until I do. I wanna hear you when I come."

Harry's breathing was ragged, but he gasped out, Yes, Sir.

Sir? That's new. Louis could get off on just that, Harry calling him Sir. His hand was a blur and he bucked off the couch into his warm palm. "Baby, I can't wait to get home. I'm gonna do every single thing on your list. I want you panting and begging for me. I love it so much."

Lou, lou, please. I need to c-

"Not yet. Keep asking and you won't come at all."

Harry whined but said, Yes, Sir.

"I love when you call me that. When did you start doing that?" Louis was close too, his voice coming out a little higher than normal.

Harry tried to take big breaths so he could talk, You told me to try out a few to see what I liked.

"And?"

I like Sir. I have one more, but I'm not sure.

Louis groaned, "Let me hear it."

Harry noises turned into soft sounds and he whispered a quiet, Daddy.

Louis' fist clenched around his prick and he shot cum over his hand. "God, Harry," he groaned.

Can I come? Please, Lou, need to.

"Yeah, baby, come for me." Harry released a desperate whine and a garbled version of Louis' name as he came. "So good, Harry." Louis and Harry took a minute to catch their breath while Louis' mind went wild. It was just a record repeating DaddyDaddyDaddy in Harry's needy voice. When Harry went quiet, Louis spoke up, "Daddy?"

Uh, yeah. Is that okay?

"Yeah, Haz. I think I can live with that," Louis laughed kindly.

Good because I wrote that in one of my letters.

Louis just shook his head in acceptance that Harry would actually kill him.