Happy #LeaveMeFriday everybody! This week is sad but also not sad and, well, you'll see. In advance, sorry for leaving you hanging, but there will be more to come. Enjoy, xo

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Telling Zayn and Harry about Louis's past was possibly the hardest thing Niall had ever had to do. Louis offered to do it, but Zayn was already so furious with him that Niall thought it safer if he took the responsibility. Not that it helped much. Zayn had screamed and thrown a vase across the common room of the hotel suite they were occupying for the night. Then, he'd rushed out the door, slamming it behind him, and understandably disappearing for a while.

Harry was stock still, hands folded in his lap and a crease between his brows as he thought. Louis was watching him for any clue as to what was going on inside his head. Niall was rubbing Harry's back in long soothing strokes. They were all so quiet it caused a ringing in Louis's ears, but he wasn't about to take this necessary time away from his partners.

After what felt like years, Harry got up from the couch he was sitting on to approach the one Louis occupied across from him. He got on his knees between Louis's thighs and hugged him tightly around the waist, head resting against his chest. The relief that rushed through Louis had tears pressing at his eyes and he hugged Harry back. Hard.

"You could've told us," Harry murmured, lips mushed against Louis's shirt.

It took him a long time to realize Harry was right. "I know that now."

Then, Niall's hands were on the sides of Louis's neck, tilting his head up and connecting their mouths in a slow, easy kiss. "No more secrets," Niall urged, his voice lower than a whisper. Harry made a sound of agreement and Louis nodded in Niall's hold.

"I don't know how to fix this," Louis admitted, closing his eyes and letting his head rest in Niall's hands. The blond sat down next to Louis on the couch and pulled him in.

The Master stroked Louis's soft hair and shushed him. "There's nothing for you to do. Let Zayn and I take care of it. I want you right here."

It sounded so inviting and Louis couldn't resist asking, "Can we go lay down?"

Harry perked up at that. "Yes, please," he added and looked to Niall for an answer. Niall tried to keep a firm face, but his smile broke fast at the hope in Harry's eyes.

"Yeah, come on," he allowed, taking Louis's hand while Harry grabbed his other one and practically dragged them into one of the suite's rooms. Louis saw the big, fluffy bed and groaned, just then realizing how much he needed the comfort. Niall kept his hand low on Louis's back as they walked across the room. Harry was already stripping his shirt off.

Louis turned to face his Master, chest brushing chest, and settled his hands on Niall's small waist. He leaned up and took Niall's mouth, parting his lips when they went slack against his. Louis moaned, so starved for the ease of this. He just wanted to go home, to go back to waking up to these two and morning sex and Harry's breakfasts and sliding down to kneel between Niall's feet to wait to be fed.

Everything was so complicated right now, but this was easy.

Harry's hands added to the ones on Niall's hips, pulling the three of them flush and kissing Niall's pale neck. "Louis's been so sad, Daddy. Doesn't he deserve to be taken care of?"

Louis's mouth went slack against Niall's, a sharp inhale brushing both of their lips. Niall groaned down in his throat and dug his fingers into the soft skin of Louis's clothed hips. "He definitely does, baby."

With permission granted, Harry reached around Niall to start tugging at the button of Louis's tight jeans, eyes catching Louis's as he sucked on Niall's milky skin. Louis bit his lip; he'd always been a fan of watching these two together. Niall leaned his head over just a little to wordlessly encourage the curly-headed slave to keep going while his hand slid up Louis's torso, taking his shirt with him.

Louis raised his arms, allowing his shirt to fall to the floor as his jeans were tugged down his hips. Harry huffed when he couldn't reach because of the body between them and scurried around the duo to kneel on the bed behind Louis and push his jeans down that way. Louis stepped out of them, kicking them away with his shoes.

It felt like months since they'd touched him like this, despite it being a whopping few days. His emotional reserve was dry and the hands on him quenched an aching thirst. Harry's hand came around to Louis's front, sliding firmly over the bulge in his pants as he rocked his hips against Louis's perfect, round ass while Niall pressed against his front and kissed him again.

"Guys," Louis groaned, helpless.

Niall chuckled and tangled his fingers in the hair that curled against Louis's nape. "You need to relax, Lou. I'm going to make you relax."

"How are you going to do that, sir?" Harry asked, chin tucked over Louis's shoulder.

The blond's face split with a smile and said, "I'm so glad you asked, baby," as a hand came up to ruffle Harry's hair. "I was thinking we should show Louis just how much we love him, how much we love his pretty mouth," Niall traced Louis's pink bottom lip with a finger, "how much we love his pretty nipples,"

Harry beat Niall's hand to Louis's chest and tugged on one of the buds, making Louis exhale sharply, "how much we love his pretty arse," that was Harry's cue to rock against Louis's ass, "and, of course, his pretty dick." Niall snuck his fingers under Louis's waistband just enough to tease the head of Louis's cock that had crept up to his hip.

Louis jolted at the touch, head falling to Harry's shoulder. Harry beamed behind him. "You have the best ideas," he teased and tucked his fingers inside Louis's waistband as well. "Can I take them off, Daddy?"

Niall tilted his eyes down and nodded. Harry pulled Louis's pants away, sliding them down thick thighs to the floor to reveal Louis's flushed hard on. Niall licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry with want. "Harry," Niall drew his attention. "Come choke on Louis's cock a little, hmm?"

"Fucking hell, Ni," Louis cursed as he dick twitched harshly and Harry hurried around to kneel between his Master and his fellow slave. Louis dropped his head and took in the sight of Harry- big doe eyes, slick open lips, hair mussed from excitement- and brought his hand up to cradle his cheek. "Sir?" Louis asked without looking away from Harry. "May I?

"Not yet," Niall told him, making the blue-eyed slave look up in question. "First, I want you to promise me you'll never keep something like that from me ever again."

"Niall," Louis went to argue, but the blond pushed two fingers into his mouth, sufficiently silencing him.

"Promise me," he ordered and held Louis's defiant gaze. Finally, when Harry huffed, displeased, Louis nodded.

Niall removed his fingers and Louis croaked, "I promise."

"Good, now that's settled," Harry assessed and opened his mouth wider, tilting his chin up invitingly.

"Not quite," Niall interrupted. "You can have his mouth, Lou, but know that after you've come, there will be a punishment for lying before you can have me."

Louis's forehead creased angrily. "Niall, but-"

Niall stopped him with, "Excuse me?"

The slave lowered his head in reverence and said, "Sir, please..." He shook his head, knowing he had no perch to argue from.

"You lied to me, you lied to Harry, and it put this family in danger. I want you to take your punishment, be good, and then move past it. Understand?" Louis couldn't bring himself to look at either of his partners, but he nodded anyway. "Good," Niall sighed and raked his fingers through Louis's hair. "Go ahead, Haz."

Harry smoothed both hands up Louis's thighs to garner his attention and, when Louis was looking at him, he licked a long, teasing strip up the bottom side of Louis's dick. Niall seemed pleased by Harry's choice, judging by the drawn-out hum. Louis, on the other hand, was not nearly as pleased.

"Harry," he admonished and rocked his hips towards the slave's face.

"Okay, Lou," Harry granted and smirked before dropping his jaw and lowering down on the other slave's prick. Louis's hand went to Niall's shoulder, squeezing tighter the deeper he slid into Harry's mouth. Niall placed a hand on the back of Harry's head and pushed. Harry made a surprised sound but relaxed and allowed his lips to hit Louis's hips.

"Haz," Louis moaned. It was hard to focus on anything besides the blinding heat of Harry's throat, but emotion was coiling up in his chest. He'd messed up, really messed up, but somehow he was still embraced by two amazing men, his dick in a soft, warm mouth. It wasn't fair, but fuck all if he would bring up the injustice, not when he felt this good.

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The next...two, I think, chapters are pure Nouarry smut. Get on the train ladies and gents and enjoy the ride. Louis sure will ;) Mwah! Xoxo, Jess