Hello, all. Happy #LeaveMeFriday! This one is going to make you cringe and wince. The fluff is over, bring on the pain. Enjoy, xo.

**WARNINGS for this one! Dub-con for sure for sure, so I'll sum up at the bottom for you self-respecting people. If you want to skip, stop reading at the double-spaced paragraph.**

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Louis woke up overheated and sore. It was possibly his absolute favorite position to be in. He cracked one eye open and instantly recognize the sleek plane of the chest he was nuzzled against. He could feel the long lines of another against his back and smiled. He hadn't felt so loved in what seemed like forever.

These two were pure-hearted, good souls and Louis felt filthy lying between them, soiling their bed with lies and betrayal. He'd needed them, just one last time, if he was going to go through with what he knew he needed to do.

And what a last time it had been.

Louis was adept at slipping from between his two lovers from countless bathroom breaks in the night and the need for cool air on his heated skin. Tonight, though, he didn't just need to sit at the end of the bed and breathe, or hop to the en suite before climbing back between them. Tonight, he was leaving and not coming back.

Neither of them stirred much, except for one small reach of Harry's hand when Louis removed himself that almost had him changing his mind, but he steeled himself and reached for his clothes. The slave didn't even contemplate showering or cleaning up. If something were to happen, he wanted to die remembering what they did in that bed.

Once he was sure neither of them would wake up, Louis left their room, snicking the door shut behind him. He made it halfway across the suite's main room, had just grabbed Zayn's car keys, when a voice jolted him from his mission.

"I trusted you."

The slave froze, keys halfways to his pocket, and turned towards Zayn's voice in the dark. Somehow, it felt right that he should have to face Zayn again one last time. "I know," he acquiesced.

There was shuffling but no light to see what was happening, just the chalky reflection of the moon on the edges of the furniture. "I would've done anything for you." His voice was closer now and Louis shivered at the proximity.

"I know. That's why I had to go."

There was only silence, except for the quiet shuffling of feet on carpet. Louis could just barely make out Zayn's form as his eyes adjusted, but he couldn't tell what he was doing. "When you left, I thought my life was over."

It hurt, but it wasn't anything he didn't already know. He was well aware of the pain he'd caused Zayn, wished he could erase, but he couldn't. "We wouldn't have been happy," Louis admitted.

"I was happy," Zayn murmured, moving closer in the dim shadows of night. "I thought we were happy," he scoffed, "but I had no idea."

Louis raked a hand through his messy hair, chin falling to his chest with the weight of his mistakes. "I'm sorry."

"Are you?" Zayn asked, and he was right there, close enough to make Louis jump, and Louis immediately smelled alcohol on his breath. When the slave looked up, Zayn's dark eyes were menacing.

"Yes," he whispered, broken and scared of himself, of Zayn, of Marcus. "I'm sorry."

"What are you going to do about it?" Zayn questioned, and now that Louis knew, he could clearly hear the slur in his words.

Louis blinked, unsure. "What do you mean?"

Zayn slid a hand down Louis's arm- not an unfamiliar gesture between them, but foreign all the same- until he reached the hand with Zayn's keys. He didn't take them, just let Louis know he knew where they were. "What do you plan to do about what you've done?"

There is was. He knew Zayn knew what he was planning. Louis pulled out of Zayn's grip and stepped back. "I'm going to get Liam back," he answered.

Zayn's laugh was bitter but knowing. "And how do you plan to do that? You don't know where he is...Do you?" The last words were accusing and filled with untapped hatred.

"No," he told him quickly, "but I'm going to find out." He saw Zayn's chest deflate and realized that Louis had given him hope that didn't exist. He stepped back into Zayn's space and wrapped an arm around his neck in a tense hug. "I will find him, and I'll bring him home."

Zayn didn't move, but he tilted his mouth to Louis's ear and said, "If you don't come back with him, then don't come back at all." Then, he pushed Louis away and swayed back over to where Louis could see the refractions of a glass bottle on the coffee table. Zayn picked it up and wandered to the other bedroom of the suite.

Louis was left alone in the too-quiet room with the remnants of Zayn's stained breath and a directive. Come home with Liam, or don't come home at all.

Finding Liam wasn't the hard part really; getting him out was going to be the hard part. Louis drove to every place he'd ever been with Marcus, hitting up people that he'd once known, or once blown, and pried information from them like pulling teeth. He finally got a lead that Liam was in one of Marcus's throw-away homes that he used to keep slaves that he didn't want the public to know about and headed that way.

It wasn't one he'd ever been to before, but then again, he was kept in one place most of the time he was with the Master. He wondered if Liam was experiencing the same fear, the same foreboding that Louis went through when Marcus had taken him. Always under watch, often tied down and waiting for Marcus to use him. He wondered if Liam was even still alive, if Marcus didn't get angry and just kill him.

Louis drove out to the address he'd been given and only made it to the outer gate in Zayn's car when he realized he wasn't going to get any closer like this. He got out of the car and shoved the keys into his pocket, trying to decide the best way in. When he went up to the gate, he saw two men on the other side, both with guns, and knew he had the right place at least.

He only recognized one of them but figured that was as good a place as any to try. "Johnny," he whisper-yelled to the man on the other side, making him turn and freeze for a moment.

"Louis," he said, part impressed and part dumbfounded. "I heard rumors, but come on, even you can't be that dumb. There's a shoot on sight order on your head." The guard came up to the gate, waving the other man over with him. "Garrett, this is Louis. One of Marcus's old toys."

"Old toys? I didn't know they lived long enough to be old," Garrett mocked as he eyed Louis from head to toe. "Though he's pretty enough, maybe Marcus went soft."

Johnny shook his head. "Oh no, this one got away." He spoke to Louis then, "If he finds out you're here, you're dead. Actually, I should probably just kill you now so I don't get my ass handed to me." He readjusted his gun against his side and looked pointedly at the slave. "Why'd you come here, Lou?"

"I heard he's got someone new. A pretty brunet guy."

Johnny raised a mocking brow. "Jealous? I didn't take you for the type."

Louis huffed; he didn't have the patience for this. "I need in there," Louis informed him.

Both guards laughed, but Johnny's was almost sweet. "Baby, you don't want to go in there. He's enjoying the new toy, and he's not looking to rekindle old flames." He conspicuously flicked the safety off on his gun and heaved it up, just to the left of Louis's head. "I really think we should get this over with before someone else finds out I let you live this long."

Louis backed up a step from the gate, but didn't let his fear show on his face. If they were going to kill him then there was nothing he could do about it, but he needed to get into that house, and now. He swore he was never going to go down this road again, but he'd already broken so many promises, what was one more.

He swallowed his pride and straightened his shoulders. "Are you sure I can't convince you?" Louis asked, licking his lips.

When Johnny did immediately shoot him, Garrett scoffed. "Is this kid for real?"

Johnny ignored Garrett's comment; he was looking right at Louis. Louis stepped forward again, head inches from the barrel of the rifle. "You remember how good I was. I know you do."

Garrett was looking to Johnny for a lead, but the familiar guard was tracking the way Louis's teeth dug into his bottom lip. Johnny slowly lowered the gun and stepped forward. "Just like how you used to, yeah?"

Louis pushed down his revulsion and nodded with a smirk. "Yeah, I remember."

"You can't be serious, man. He's going to get us killed," Garrett complained.

Johnny shook his head and punched the opening code into the gate. "It's worth it. You've never had someone like this slave."

Louis refused to let his praise make him shudder, pressing down his nature and leveling his gaze with this lower Master. "Afterwards, you'll take me inside?"

The guard pursed his lips, thinking. "I haven't decided. Maybe I'll fuck your face and then kill you anyway." Johnny had one corner of his mouth raise teasingly, but Louis knew it was a viable outcome. 

What choice did he have?

"Let me see if I can change your mind," Louis purred and dropped to his knees on the pavement. Johnny cursed and swung his gun around to settle against his back before fumbling with his trousers to get them undone.

Garrett was shaking his head. "There's no way some slut's mouth is worth your life."

Johnny paused with his zipper half undone and grabbed a handful of the other man's shirt. "Try him before you decide. If you don't like him, I'll let you put him down."

Garrett inhaled sharply, looking between his coworker and the slave on his knees. Louis tried to put on his best demure, slutty gaze. He looked up at the man through his long lashes, mouth parted slightly like he was breathing heavy already. The guard cursed under his breath and nodded. "Fine, but I get him first."

Johnny shrugged and combed one large hand through Louis's hair. "That's alright. I like him when he's loose."

Louis closed his eyes against the words, shoving them away. When his resolve was built up again, he opened his eyes and turned to face the new guy. "Well? What are you waiting for?" Garrett growled and pulled Louis closer by his hair.

Here goes everything, Louis thought.

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For those that skipped: Louis gets a lead that Liam is at one of Marcus's like safehouses. He goes and realizes he knows one of the guards from when he belonged to Marcus. He decided to try to convince him to let him into the house with a blowjob, which means he also has to blow the other guard, too. He feels like shit for it.

Things are ramping up again. I'd love to hear your thoughts! See you next week. Mwah! Xoxo, Jess