"I'd like a sandwhich if you're getting up, Nialler," Zayn asked.

Niall turned to Zayn next to him on the couch in their dressing room. "Get your own sandwich, Malik," he said with no real spite.

Zayn rolled his eyes and grabbed Niall by the chin, "I think you should get me a sandwich." Zayn's pupils dilated quickly and Niall's whole body relaxed.

"I'm going to go get you a sandwhich," Niall replied.

Zayn smirked and sat back against the couch.

"You can't do that, Zee," Louis warned.

Zayn's smirk fell. "I know. It's not a big thing. I just wanted a sandwich."

"You promised not to use your gift on us," Harry reminded.

Zayn huffed, "I know, I know. I'm sorry. I'll get him a sandwich later. No more, I promise."

Liam leaned into his boyfriend and whispered, "You know I still remember last time you tranced me? I remember everything," he purred.

Zayn growled just loud enough for Liam to hear it and gripped his thigh in his hands. They haven't done that in a while. Maybe Zayn would break his promise sooner than he expected.

***

"Everyone give it up for Mr. Harry Styles!" Liam introduced.

"Hello!" Harry yelled across the stadium. "How is everybody doing tonight?" Screams rang out and echoed through the air. All the boys were smilling, excited to get this show really going. Liam was wearing a white vest that cut just low enough for Zayn to catch a peak at his chest when he leaned forward. He had on these tight black jeans that fit around his thighs like a glove. Zayn was breathing hard already and they'd barely gotten started.

Liam skipped over to him and put an arm around his shoulder. He didn't smell like sweat just yet, but more like the underrated cologne that he always wore and the strawberries he'd eaten before the show.

"How ya feeling?" Liam greeted with a wide smile. Zayn loved his job, he really did, but being on stage in front of 60,000 people often got to him. He hated the cameras and the screams gave him a headache. But Liam was so at home up here. Jumping around, grabbing areas that only Zayn got to really enjoy, and it made Zayn happy when Liam was happy.

So when Liam didn't stop smiling and pulled him closer, Zayn went willingly and whispered. "You look really good."

Liam blushed instantly and ducked his face behind Zayn's head so the cameras wouldn't catch him looking like a love struck kid. That was Zayn's other favorite part about his job. Getting his boyfriend all worked up. Liam was so strong and mature that sometimes had to really work to get him to loosen up.

"I mean it. I want to rip those jeans off you right now," he whispered low in his ear.

Liam grunted and pulled back to try and get some air that wasn't filled with Zayn. "Stop. Not now," but there wasn't any real protest, just slight hesitation. Zayn winked and walked away to make sure he wasn't distracted when his solo came.

Liam was bouncing around, doing his signature dance moves, and generally just having a good time. But he kept glancing over to his boyfriend, who was giving him the filthiest looks he'd seen in a while. He knew Zayn was up to something, but he just didn't know what.

He got a few clues the longer the concert went on. Liam always loved when Zayn took control. He was so good at it. When he used his gift on Liam and didn't give him a choice. Liam could tell he was going there tonight. Zayn walked in front of him and stopped to whisper, "Take your jacket off your waist and give it to me." Liam wouldn't of needed to be 'convinced' to do that, he loved when Zayn wore his clothes. But he machanically handed over the plaid anyway. Zayn smiled and gave a quick, "Thanks," before putting the jacket on.

During Liam's big speech, you know the one, where he gets all serious and tells all the fans how much they've done for the boys, Zayn watched Liam with a heavy glint in his eyes. Just as Liam finished he walked over and put his hand on Liam's lower back gently. Liam turned around and Zayn's eyes were black instead of dark brown, no iris left to be seen.

Zayn spoke so he could be heard, but not loud enough to gather anyone's attention. "I want you hard. Think about me. All of the things I'm going to do to you tonight when he get back to our room. Stay hard for the whole show." Liam whimpered in real protest this time, but felt himself start to strain against his pants. "By the end, you'll be so worked up you'll be begging me to take you," Zayn shrugged, "And I will." Liam's eyed fell shut for a moment as he imagined Zayn's hand, lips, all over him. On his now hard cock. Inside him. Fuck he was going to come in his pants. On stage. Shit.

Zayn must've known because he spoke again, "Uh uh. You're not allowed to come until I say." Suddenly the urge was sedated, not gone, but pushed just under the edge so Liam didn't feel like his body was going to explode. Zayn, pleased with his work, brought Liam in for a totally innocent, platonic hug as far as anyone could tell. Except for the fact that he pushed into Liam's erection with no mercy before pulling back and walking off.

Liam did stay hard, through the whole show. Painfully so. He was leaking small drips into his boxers, but he couldn't come. His body wouldn't let him. He just kept seeing Zayn above him while they were in bed. Or felt the cold tile of the shower as Zayn pushed him into the wall and pushed in deep. Jesus, Liam was going to die.

He missed two solos and his cue for his last speech, all of which made Zayn chuckle. The boys were starting to catch on when Liam actually moaned instead of sang into the mic. They all glared at Zayn at some point during the night, but Zayn couldn't bring himself to be bothered.

Best Song Ever never sounded so good. The glorious melody of the last song of the night. Liam wanted to cry with relief. Zayn was actually mildly annoyed by now as well, seeing Liam constantly adjusting himself while his eyes rolled back was getting a bit too tempting. He was close to just taking Liam right there on stage.

Poor little girl in the second row that had to see Zayn's reactions.

***

"Please, please, Zayn. Come on, please. Touch me. Anywhere. Touch me, please." Liam was panting in the backseat of the car while he sat on Zayn' lap and rocked down into him with need.

Zayn help Liam's hips still and quipped, "Liam? You're being very rude. I'm sure the other guys don't want to hear exactly what you want me to do to you right now." Liam whined, his voice higher than Zayn had ever heard it.

"This is your fault, Zayn. He wouldn't be like this if you didn't trance him," Louis complained.

"I don't know. I'm not complaining," Harry offered. Zayn growled at that and pulled Liam closer, to which Liam moaned and let his head fall onto Zayn's shoulder.

"I wish you would all get a fucking room," Niall spouted absently.

Harry leaned over to the seat in front of him and gave Niall a quick lovebite for his troubles. Niall swatted at him, but Harry just laughed and hid under Louis' arm for protection. Liam was still grinding in Zayn's lap with his name falling in whispers from his lips. Zayn was soaking it up. He loved when Liam was forced to let go like this. Not worry about the things he'd messed up during the show, or fret over the show the next day. Instead he was made to live in this moment right now, with Zayn rock hard under him, two minutes from their private room.

The van pulled up to the door and Liam practically ripped Zayn's arm off to be the first ones out of the car. There were fans lining the walkup but Liam didn't even see them. He still had Zayn's wrist in his hand and pulled him along. Zayn didn't like the crowds anyway so he was glad to be pulled through it so quickly. They were feet ahead of the others, who'd gotten stuck in the mass, so they took the elevator up by themselves.

Liam threw himself at Zayn, mouth attaching to his lips, hands around his neck. "Please, fuck me. Now, right now. Take me," he begged between kisses.

Zayn chuckled darkly, "You have to wait until we get to bed, babe."

Liam groaned in frustration. "No. No we don't. Right here. I'll suck you off, yeah?" Liam went to drop to his knees but the door, thankfully, opened to their floor. "Oh thank God," Liam huffed and pulled Zayn to their room. He slipped the key in and then dropped it on the table before chucking his shoes in the corner.

"Zayn, babe, I'm begging you to be naked by the time I turn around," Liam pleaded.

Zayn laughed and starting stripping off his clothes. Liam almost fell over getting his tight jeans past his painfully hard bulge. He didn't stop though, until all his clothes were in a pile on the floor.

When he turned around Zayn was devouring him with his eyes and slipping off his thin black boxers. Liam took in the sight of Zayn's intense gaze and hard dick.

"Zayn," Liam breathed because he couldn't think of anything else at that moment.

Zayn closed the space between them. "I know, babe." Liam's eyes were still saucers under Zayn's influence. "On your knees, love," Zayn said with a firm hand on his shoulder, pushing him down gently.

Liam went willingly and kissed down Zayn's torso until his knees hit the carpet. "Need you," Liam voice was deeper now, filling with want.

"I know." Zayn's fingers found themselves in Liam's short hair as he led Liam's lips to wrap around him. Liam opened his mouth and kept eye contact with Zayn while Zayn pushed past his lips and felt Liam's tongue slid under him.

"Fuck, babe," Zayn growled. Liam smiled internally and pushed down further until he could feel Zayn hit his throat. Zayn's finger tighten and he pushed Liam's head further.

Liam relaxed and closed his eyes so all he could feel was Zayn on his tongue, pushing down into the column of his throat.

Liam hummed and his throat fluttered around Zayn. "Hmm, close baby," Zayn said and pulled him off. Zayn's breathing was coming hard, "Come here, love."

Zayn picked Liam up and kissed him hard. "Zay-Zayn please," Liam sounded close to tears. Zayn could feel how hard Liam was between them. He was sure it was painful by now.

"Go lay down." Liam nodded and crawled up the bed. Zayn reached into his bag and pulled out the lube before kneeling on the bed over Liam. "You've been so good you know. Doing everything I say." Liam huffed. "I know you don't have a choice, but I also know you'd do it all anyway," he leaned down and kissed Liam's neck, "Even if I didn't control you right now."

Zayn looked Liam right into the eye, "Tell me exactly what you're thinking right now."

"I need you. I need you so bad. Please, it hurts Zayn. I love you so much. I need you," Liam rambled off.

Zayn kissed him slowly, made Liam's lips move at an easy pace. "Love you," he answered. Zayn poured lube over his hand and slicked himself up. He looked back to Liam's eyes and made sure not to break contact. "I know you're tight. But I'm not going to prep you. And you won't scream. Understand?"

Liam nodded, mouth slack. Zayn nudged his tip against Liam's hole. Liam eyebrows rose up but he didn't say anything. Zayn used one hand to grip Liam's ass and pushed past his rim and then kept going.

Liam arched off the bed and his mouth fell open in a silent scream, but not a single sound left his throat. Zayn slid in further until his balls pushed against Liam's skin.

Zayn fell to Liam's chest. "Shit, Li. I can't-fuck, so tight."

Liam hands gripped at Zayn's shoulders and he dug his nails in. Zayn pulled back and saw Liam's lip between his teeth and his nostrils flaring with the strength of staying quiet.

"Okay, Li. Lemme hear you," Zayn pulled back and shoved in hard.

"Uuuugghh! ZaynZaynZayn!" Liam chanted.

"Hmmm, babe," Zayn grunted as he pounded into Liam's forcibly stretched hole. "Feel amazing, Li. Gonna come."

Liam scratched at Zayn's shoulders, "Faster, please, Zee."

Zayn pick up his pace and gave Liam exactly what he needed. Liam nails drew small droplets of blood when Zayn hit his prostate. Zayn groaned and growled, "Hands off."

Liam's hands flew back to the bed without his permission. "So close, Zee. Don't stop," Liam could barely get out.

Zayn pushed in harder and came into Liam's hole, shaking and rocking into him while he rode out his high.

"Come for me, Li." Liam screamed as he felt Zayn fill him up and came between them.

Liam rocked down on Zayn even has he got soft inside him. "Sogoodsogoodsogood," he mumbled.

Zayn pulled out and ran a hand through Liam's hair, "Released." Liam's pupils shrunk and he let out a heavy breath. Zayn fell to the bed next to Liam and laughed.

"What?" Liam's voice was shot.

"I'm going to get shit for the scratches."

Liam scoffed, "I don't feel bad. You made me stay hard the whole show."

"That was amazing, Li."

"But I couldn't come."

"Yeah," Zayn recalled dreamily.

"Ass."

"Love you, too."

Liam hit Zayn and then curled up to him. Just as Zayn was about to fall asleep Liam murmured, "My ass is going to hurt for days."