Louis gathered up Zayn's clothes and help him redress, cringing when he cringed as the material rubbed along the raised burn marks. "I have to go grab the USB," Louis pointed behind him towards the office.

"Go, I'll finish getting dressed."

Louis gave Zayn a long look, earning a shoo from Zayn, before running next door. The sync had complete so Louis plucked it out and ran back to Zayn. He was bent down on one knee tying his shoe with a grimace of pain across his face. Louis rushed forward. "I got it. I'll do it," he offered and bent down to finish Zayn's shoes. Zayn sighed in relief and stood back up.

"Thanks, Lou."

Louis' eyes welled up without his permission. No. Not yet. Wait until we're done with this. Louis grabbed Zayn's jacket and led him gently out and down the stairs. "We'll take the back door and just have Headquarters erase the footage. You can't go the way I came with your back."

Zayn nodded and followed Louis into the backyard and around to the fence gate that led to the street. They walked across the street and down two houses to where the rental car sat. Once Louis helped Zayn get in the passenger seat, he climbed in the driver's side and pulled out his phone. As it rang he turned the car on and pulled away from the uptown neighborhood.

"It's done. We need footage erased and a clean up team." A few more grunts and Louis hung up. They sat in silence until Louis placed a hand across the seats on Zayn's leg. Zayn flinched instinctually and then sent Louis an apologetic glance. Louis took his hand back and nodded weakly. "It is done, Zayn. We're done with this."

***

Harry couldn't help it. He was still so mad at Louis for lying and for keeping things from him, but every night he pulled off his pants and tugged on his dick or pushed wet fingers inside himself until he was leaking and crying before sitting down at his desk to write a letter.

The letters were filled with Harry's anger and sadness, but they were letters nonetheless. And as instructed, he'd finished each letter with something he'd love to try with Louis. Recently they were things like 'go to my favorite little cafe for breakfast' or 'have movie marathon' because he missed Louis more than he was willing to admit and the sex had become secondary to the need to just be near him and hear his voice, whether it was telling him lies or not. Then he'd close his eyes and picture Louis' delicate hand wrapping around his hard prick and finishing him off.

Louis hadn't even told him when he was actually getting back. But Harry supposed that was how it was. He wasn't allowed to know anything. The only thing he did know was how he felt. He'd never needed someone like this before. He needed Louis to breath and eat and sleep. Without him he'd done considerably less of those things.

So when his phone rang and Louis' number flashed on the screen Harry wasn't surprised at his instant reaction. He grabbed the phone from his night stand and pressed the green button. "Lou?"

"Hazza." Louis sounded relieved.

Harry felt relieved. He melted at Louis' name for him and fell back to the bed. "Hi."

"What are you doing right now?"

"At my apartment doing school work."

"Would you like some company?"

Harry shot up in bed as his face split into a wide grin before he could think about whether he was still mad at Louis, which he was, "You're back?"

"I am. Can I see you?"

"Yeah, I'll send you the address."

"Don't bother. I have it."

"What? How?"

Louis chuckled through the phone, "I've got my ways."

Harry's stomach churned, "Yeah, I bet."

Louis must've realized his blunder, "I'm sorry. I just didn't like not knowing where you were."

"Goes both ways, Lou."

Louis sighed sadly, "I know. And that's something I want to talk about, too. So I'll see you in ten?"

"Yeah," Harry replied and hung up without a proper goodbye.

Louis showed up exactly nine and a half minutes later. Harry knew because he was staring at the clock on his wall the whole time. The buzzer sounded and Harry jumped. He padded to the door and looked at the tiny camera to see the top of Louis' halo of hair. He buzzed him up without a word and sat back on the couch.

Louis opened the front door slowly, peeking his head around before walking in. He shut the door quietly behind him and locked it. Harry watched him with a serene mask as he came to the couch and crouched in front of him on his knees. Harry let surprise take over his face for a second before collecting himself and asking, "What are you doing?"

Louis laid his head on Harry's thigh and fluttered his eyes shut with a sigh, "Missed you."

Harry's hand twitched with the need to touch him, to thread his fingers into Louis soft hair and hear him purr. But he kept still and let Louis nuzzled into his leg. Harry nearly broke when Louis forehead scrunched up in anxiety so he shifted his leg, dislodging Louis' head, and said, "What did you want to talk about?"

Louis resigned to a sigh and scooted up to sit next to Harry on the couch, "I'm so sorry for lying to you." Harry waited for more and Louis delivered, "Imagine trying to tell someone that you occasionally have to kill people for a living." Harry flinched at the blunt words so Louis quickly added, "See? I didn't want to hurt you. This is my life, Haz. Has been for longer than I can remember it seems like. This is who I am. Plus, trusting someone with a secret like this is huge. If you ever decided you didn't like me anymore you could run to the authorities and put me in the electric chair. Zayn too."

Harry let Louis' words absorb into his conscious. He knew all of that. Had mulled it over a hundred times. But hearing Louis voice them made him soften, "I know," Harry's head fell into his hands, "I just can't believe you killed Leslie. I've known her my whole life, Louis!"

Louis made a pained sound, "I'm sorry. I didn't know that."

"If you had, would it have made a difference?"

They stared at each other for a long minute before Louis shook his head no and let it drop to his chest slowly. "Its my job, Harry."

"It's disgusting."

Louis didn't hesitate, "I agree. It's awful. Disturbing. I hate it."

"Then why-"

"Do I do it?" Louis looked up to see Harry nod, "Because they control me. They know everything about me and can end me in a heartbeat."

"How did you end up like this in the first place."

Louis opened his mouth to say something, closed it, then started again, "They found me when I was alone. Scared. And angry." Harry shifted to face Louis more and he kept going. "My parents kicked me out because my stepdad's boss caught me with his son. It was sort of the last straw in a long line of screw ups. Well actually they sent me to military school, but I refuse and left instead." Harry put a hand to Louis' knee and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I lived on the streets in a bad neighborhood for a while before a couple guys took me in. Next thing I knew I was part of the hardest gang in the city. I was dealing and beating kids up for practically no reason. Luckily they never made me kill anyone," Louis scoffed, "That would be saved for my next job."

"Lou," Harry breathed.

Louis shook his head and continued, "I got caught one night while I was threatening some kid. Some guys came up and tried to take me. I fought em off, but was stopped by an older woman who told me they didn't want to hurt me and if I wanted out of this life to get in the car."

"And you did."

"And I did. They took me back to Headquarters and showed me the training arena for new recruits. I was amazed. There was warm beds and good food. And I could do something with the fighting skills I'd learned," Louis huffed a laugh, "They said I could be a spy. That's any kid's dream, isn't it?" Louis shook his head sadly, "I fell for it and let them train me, mold me, into a killer. As soon as I tried to get out they threatened my family and friends from back home."

"God, Lou."

Louis' shrugged, "Don't make me the victim. I know just as much about them as they do about me. I'm a trained killer, Harry. If I really wanted to I could find a way out. It wouldn't be pretty, I'd lose someone for sure, Zayn probably, which," Louis stuttered a breath, "but I could. I still choose this."

"You're choosing the lesser of two evils. You hurt people so they won't hurt people you care about."

"That includes you now."

"What?" Harry sat up straighter.

Louis nodded, "After the phone call I shouldn't have taken from you while I was on the job they've been watching me. I could tell they tapped my lines and bugged my place while I was gone. I called you from my personal, but they might've tapped that one somehow, too. They may have followed me over here. I don't know how closely they're watching. I just had to see you. Make sure you were okay. I'm sorry."

Harry scooted closer and took Louis' hand in his, "Don't be. I'm glad your here. Let them know. I'm not afraid."

Louis scoffed, "You should be. I am."

Harry sighed resolutely, "Look. I don't approve of what you do, but that doesn't mean I don't still feel the same about you. I'm more afraid of you leaving me than I am of them taking you away."

Louis brought Harry's hand up to kiss it, "I could never. I need you." He dropped his hand, "But we have to talk about us."

"Yes, agreed," Harry said as he scampered across the room and disappeared into his room. He came back with two handfuls of papers. He sat back down on the couch and opened the first piece of paper. "I wrote one everyday. Even when I was mad at you. Just like you asked," Harry beamed. "I'm good, right?"

Louis stomach twisted with distaste. "Harry don't."

Harry's face fell at Louis negative reaction. "I swear I didn't come until I wrote one. Everyday. I swear I was good."

Louis stood up, "Please, Harry, stop."

Harry eyes went shiny with unshed tears. "What did I do wrong, Daddy?"

Louis bit his lip against the rush of excitement at the name. "Don't say that. You can't call me that."

Harry shook his head in disbelief, "Why not?"

"Because it's not right."

"But I was good. I promise. Please don't be angry with me."

Louis backed up from the couch as Harry stood up, "I'm not angry with you. I'm angry at myself for letting this happen. Look at you. I'm making you cry. That's not right! I shouldn't have that much control over you."

Harry ran a shaking hand through his hair, "I thought we already dealt with this. I want you to have control over me."

"No! You think that because of me. I made you think that. But it's not right, Harry, controlling another human."

"Where is this coming from? We talked about this already."

"You don't understand."

"Then make me!"

Louis turned away from Harry and breathed in long, unsteady breaths. He didn't realize Harry was talking for a minute, but when he tuned back into Harry's voice he couldn't believe what Harry was saying.

"-gag me. Stuff my mouth full of your pants so I can't say anything and fuck me so hard that you can hear my screams through the fabric. And this one says: Hog-tie me on my back with that pretty red rope we saw online and push a vibrator inside me. I'd thrash so hard I'd have rope marks for weeks. And this one is simple. I just says: Vibrating cock ring."

Louis turned around to see Harry tossing letters off the couch. He picked up another and opened it. "I want Lou to fuck my face. Hold me by the hair and make me take it. I miss that." He threw that one away and went for another, but Louis lurched forward and grabbed his wrist.

"What are you doing?"

Harry was crying now, tears streaked his cheeks. "These are my fantasies. You told me to write the things I want. So I did. These are all things I want from you. For you." He pulled his hand free only to take Louis' in it. "You act like I do all of this against my will. I do all of this because I want to. Because pleasing you pleases me. Nothing makes me feel better than making you happy."

"That's crazy, Harry."

Harry stepped closer and pressed his chest to Louis', "Maybe. But it's what I want. What I need. I need you to take control, so I don't have to. It's freeing to have someone else making the decisions. I feed off of instruction."

Louis was still shaking his head, but he was smiling in fondness, "How can you say that?"

Harry just shrugged, "You're a Dom. I wouldn't expect you to understand. But the way you feel when I obey one hundred percent, when I'm a good boy? That's the same feeling I get."

Louis' whole body got ten degrees hotter at the words Harry spouted. "God, you're amazing."

Harry leaned down to put his forehead to Louis', "Don't ever doubt this. Me. I want this just as much as you do."

Louis smiled and tilted his head up to kiss Harry gently, "Promise?"

"Cross my heart."

"Prove it," Louis smirked.

Harry practically bounced into action, falling to his knees and getting to work on Louis' jeans. Louis bit his lip as he looked down at Harry's long fingers working his zipper down. Harry kissed along the line of Louis' soft cock through his pants. "Missed you so much," Harry mused.

Louis swallowed thickly before he allowed the words to fall from his lips, "I missed you too, baby boy."

"Daddy," Harry sighed, breath fanning over Louis' growing erection.

"Want it?" Louis asked. He was trying to keep up, but needed to know for sure that Harry was one hundred percent on board.

"Please, need it," Harry nuzzled his nose against Louis.

Louis' eyes fell shut at the slight pressure and curled his finger loosely in Harry's hair. "Take me, baby."

Harry practically ripped Louis jeans and pants down his legs in eagerness. Louis stepped out of them while Harry gripped Louis around his base and licked up the underside of his dick. Louis shivered with pleasure and his fingers curled tighter in Harry's hair.

Harry moaned at the tension in his locks as he led Louis' tip to his lips. His lips sucked around Louis' prick, his tongue swirling just underneath the protruding head, making Louis moan out loud and yank on Harry's curls lightly. Harry groaned then, sending vibrations up Louis' length and through his body.

"I missed you so much, Hazza. You're so good, angel."

Harry lowered down more so Louis slipped into the wet heat of his mouth. Harry hummed happily at Louis' compliments and started bobbing his head on Louis' cock. Louis' hips twitched until they couldn't be still any more and bucked forward, pushing his tip to the back of Harry's throat. Harry loosed an unabashed moan and dropped his hands behind his back as he looked up at Louis from under his lashes.

Louis growled at the sight, "This is what you wanted, isn't it? What you wrote about in one of your letters? You want me fuck your mouth until you can't talk. Pull on your hair and make you choke on it."

Harry's eyes fell closed as he moaned around Louis' cock. He murmured something, but all Louis gathered was the neediness and pleasure the vibrations sent up his spine. Louis took two handfuls of Harry's hair and pushed him down further on his shaft. Harry's throat fluttered around Louis' head before relaxing and allowing him to slip further down. Louis pulled out and pushed back in, gaining force and speed as he went. Harry's eyes started to water but he kept his breathing even as Louis trusted into his mouth. His fingers curled and uncurled behind his back. He was restless and his cock was straining his trackies, but his hands stayed obediently where they were.

Louis pushed in deep and stayed, activating Harry's gag reflex, as he shot warm cum down his throat. Harry tried his best to swallow and licked up the rest before even a drop could fall from his mouth. He followed Louis' cock as it receded from his mouth and licked it clean while Louis twitched with after shocks.

Louis stepped back a step to get a good look at Harry, face flushed, lips wet, eyes glassy, and cock pushing the front of his pants. He sat back on the couch and patted his lap. Harry scrambled up and straddled his legs with a dopey smile on his face. He fell forward and nuzzled into Louis' neck. Louis tucked his hand inside Harry's pants and wrapped his fingers around his hot length. "So hard. I can't believe you get off on that," Louis awed.

"Love it," Harry whispered, voice hoarse, against Louis' skin.

"I know, baby," he petted Harry's hair and moved his hand leisurely up and down Harry's shaft. Harry flinched and curled his nails into Louis' biceps. "Gonna come?" Harry whined and nodded. Louis gave one more sharp tug and Harry's cock spurted over his hip, coloring his laurel tattoos with cum.

He went pliant on top of Louis so Louis wrapped him in his arms and kissed his temple. "You're perfect."

"Your baby?" Harry tried, but his voice was wrecked.

Louis sighed and nodded against his head, "Of course, my baby."