"Long live the queen."

~~~

Harry sat in the front row of a club he didn't even know the name of- Zero, he thinks it is- and watched a damn spectacular strip show.

Ed is in the seat beside him, watching with anger in his eyes. How did a club Harry's just now hearing of getting so popular, so quick?

The two had been here for merely ten minutes and Harry was already close to walking out. After leaving the club a week ago, the two agreed that they needed to come back and actually check out the competition.

Harry hate lying to Louis, but he told his boyfriend that Ed needed him to work an emergency shift at the club. It was for Louis's own good. He didn't need to know that Harry was going over to the enemy's club. It just wasn't necessary.

So, Louis was at home, most likely in bed, most likely watching a movie as he waited for Harry to come over around midnight and climb into the bed.

Harry watched as a small, twins lad with feathery hair and big green eyes stepped onto the stage and a soundtrack started.

Harry's mind was a little blurry and a little unfocused, but the boy was oddly familiar. Harry didn't believe he knew him personally, but how could he recognize his face?

The boy then started to dance and he had a way with his eyes, staring Harry straight down as he dipped his hips, hands splayed across his hipbones.

Ed had had enough. He stood up and Harry followed, both boys awestruck on what to do next.

These people were good.

"Do you reckon one of them set Alive on fire?" Ed asked as they turned onto the next block, heading towards their  own club.

"I can't fathom a reason for them to- the two acts we saw- and we only saw theory seconds of the second one- were fantastic. They've got good music and pretty dancers."

Ed looked thoughtful before his eyes lit up and he stopped walking, facing Harry. "They do have pretty dancers... But no one near as pretty as a few I know."

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"You want me to what?"

Ed pouted at the horror-struck look on Niall's face- an obvious hell no.

"Please, Niall, you'd be a great addition! Please do this for us," Ed begged.

Louis crosse his tan legs, blue eyes darting between Ed and Harry before turning to Harry.

"Who's idea was this?" He asked, voice dripping with honey.

"Both of ours," Harry stated. "It was Ed's idea to use you, Louis, but I got the idea to put you, Ed, and Niall all in the same dance. Let's face it- you're all three gorgeous. You'd put on a brilliant show."

"I've never stripped in my life," Niall protested, throwing his hands up in annoyance. "I'd screw up."

"That's what practice is for, dear," Louis said in a bored voice, examining his nails. "I'm in. If it gets us on top, I'm in. The Dollhouse was always second best. I want to know what it feels like to win."

Harry smiled over at his boyfriend, who ignored him. In order to ask Louis for the favor, he had to admit to spying on the club- the name of it was Zero, as Harry had assumed- and Louis was upset that Harry had lied.

"Will you do it, Niall, please?" Ed asked one last time. "Then you don't ever have to do it again!"

Niall let out a groan before giving in. "Fine. Fine, whatever. But you owe me."

Ed smirked. "Oh, that won't be a difficult task to fulfill."

Louis stood up, hands on hips. "Meeting over. I'm going home. I'll see you all tomorrow morning, we'll start at eight in the studio. I get to pick the song."

Harry stood up next, a smirk on his lips. "Actually, that's already been chosen. But, you're the lead, Lou."

Louis shrugged his shoulders, turned on his heel, and left the room, Harry close behind.

"Lou. Lou! Wait up, aren't you coming back to my place?"

"I'm rather tired," Louis said loudly over the thumping of the music as Liam Payne stood on the stage with a pretty boy wrapped around his arm.

"Louis... I didn't mean to lie! It was a small lie, doll, c'mon-"

"You lied!" Louis shouted, turning on his heel. "That's the point, Harry, it was so small! I'm your boyfriend and I'm so fucking in love with you that I should be able to believe everything you say to me."

"I'm sorry-"

"Whatever." Louis left the club but Harry was close behind once again, following Louis down the sidewalk.

They'd come together in Harry's car, but Louis was obviously not going to get in.

"Louis!" Harry called desperately, rushing towards his fleeting boyfriend. "Please, stop, Louis, and listen to me."

Louis stopped and turned to face Harry. The street lights illuminated his pretty face to reveal tear tracks. Harry sighed, stepping over and pulling Louis into his arms, rubbing his back as the boy broke into sobs, holding Harry's torso right in his grip as he just cried.

~~~

"Want some tea?" Harry asked as he stepped into his bedroom, seeing Louis already under the blanket, glassy eyes focused on an episode of Say Yes to the Dress.

"Please," Louis whispered, and Harry left to go make the boy a cup of tea, making it how Louis liked with three sugars and no milk.

After it was done, Harry went back into the room and handed over the mug of steaming tea, climbing into the bed beside his boyfriend and snuggling into his side.

"I'm still mad with you," Louis said quietly.

"Then do something about it."

Louis stopped drinking his tea, almost choking on it. "What?"

"Do something about it," Harry repeated.

Louis sat there for a second before putting his mug on the beside table. Harry laid back flat, smirking as Louis climbed over and straddled him, eyes wide. Louis was naked.

"You... You want me to take charge?" Louis asked, hands twitching. It was unexpected because Harry loved control and Louis loved to be cared for.

"I'm still gonna fill you up, take care of you," Harry promised. "Just want you to ride me. You just sounded so upset and I get to punish you when you're bad."

"You're Daddy," Louis replied uncomfortably.

"Then show Daddy that you deserve respect," Harry replied. I'll still take care of you, but tonight- and tonight only- you can come whenever you want, however many times you want and request what you want from Daddy, okay?"

Louis nodded, imagination going wild. "W-Well... I want you to eat me out, Daddy... And I want to ride you, please."

"Yeah, baby? Want Daddy's mouth on that pretty bum?"

Louis gained confidence, hands pressed to Harry's chest as he nodded. "Yeah, Daddy, eat me out and open me up so I can ride you better than anyone else can."

Harry nodded, tapping Louis's bum, and the boy seemed to get the idea, climbing off of Harry and onto his hands and knees, allowing Harry access to kiss down his spine and spread his flesh arse cheeks apart, kissing along until he reached Louis's hole.

"No teasing?" Louis said as if he was trying to make an order, but it came out as a request.

"No teasing," Harry agreed, licking into Louis, making the older boy cry out, arching his back as sweat trickled down his spine. The room was already exceedingly hot and their actions were no help in the situation.

"Harry, just- fuck," Louis groaned, reaching back for Harry's head, fisting his hair and pushing Harry's face further into him. Harry began to properly eat Louis out, tongue deep, blunt fingernails digging into the flesh of his bum.

"Yeah, right there," Louis hissed. "Can I- I'm going to touch myself." Louis grabbed his leaking member, only having to pump it a few times before he was squirting his cum onto the black sheets, groaning in pleasure.

Harry hummed as he pulled away, licking his lips before resuming his previous position laying back, head and back propped onto a pile of pillows.

"C'mere, doll face," Harry requested. Louis crawled into Harry's lap, fingers curling along the waistband of Harry's sweats. He pulled them down, having Harry lift up in order to get both the sweats and the boxers off of his long legs and onto the floor.

Louis unzipped Harry's favorite grey pillowcase, smirking when he pulled out a small lube bottle. They hadn't use condoms very often and they weren't going to start now.

Louis uncapped the bottle, staring Harry down. "Hold out your fingers, love."

Harry obeyed, holding out three fingers. Louis coated them in lube and Harry immediately wrapped his arm around Louis's waist, prodding at the fluttering hole.

"Finger me open," Louis moaned, and Harry did, sliding two slick fingers into Louis and fucking him with the digits until four of then were deep inside of the boy.

Louis was a mess, fucking himself lazily onto the fingers, trying to save his energy for the actual job.

"Shit, gonna come again," Louis gasped. "Let me ride you now."

Harry silently pulled out his fingers and let Louis slide himself onto Harry's dick, groaning in pleasure from the horrific stretch. Harry's always been so big but now that it was real, now that the so had a purpose, it was twice the pleasure.

"I love you," Harry said as he watched Louis sink all the way down, ass to pelvis.

"I love you," Louis sobbed out, lightly scratching along Harry's torso.

"Baby," Harry whispered, rubbing Louis's hips. "What's wrong?"

"I just love you so much, Harry," Louis cried, leaning forward to press his lips intently to Harry's, molding them together as he lifted himself up and slipped gently back down.

The feel of Harry's dick dragging against his inner walls must've felt good, because it's all he could ramble about as he slowly lifted himself up and down, tears streaming down his pretty face.

Harry admired the way Louis was giving up his control so easily. Louis just loved to be cared for and it was intoxicating.

Harry finally gave in, gripping Louis's hips and bucking repeatedly into the fragile boy, making look literally scream, hands clutching Harry's shoulders as he bounced up and down.

Harry was nearing the edge and he warned Louis of this. The older lad agreed that he was close as well, soon coming onto his pretty little tummy before Harry was coming deep inside of Louis's spent body.

"Pretty," Harry said findly, rubbing Louis's cum-soaked belly. "You're so pretty."

"I love you," Louis reminded him, kissing Harry lovingly on the lips.

And, yeah, Harry replied with, "I love you" right back because it was true. He really was in love.

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Okay well this is a double update so read the next chapter

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