"Don't be nervous, sir. You'll do great."

"Please, Niall, for the millionth time, call me Zayn."

Niall chewed on his lips nervously. "I thought that was only when we...," Niall looked around the semi-crowded room filled with TV crew members and assistants, "you know."

"When we have sex? Loud, fantastic sex," Zayn teased just a little too loud.

Niall clasped a hand over his mouth nervously, and then quickly withdrew it. "I'm sorry."

Zayn took his hand, face split in a grin. "You should never be sorry for touching me."

"I shouldn't touch you here. Not in front of everyone," Niall concluded.

Zayn was about to give his first big speech as President since his Inaugural Speech. This was their second day back from the island and Niall was withdrawing quickly, despite how close they'd gotten over the time away. Even after Zayn's visit from Paul, he managed to assure the boy that he was welcome in Zayn's arms anytime.

But now Niall was antsy and fidgeting and Zayn just wanted to calm him, soothe him. "You look more nervous than me," Zayn joked.

Niall's eyes went wide. "I'm so sorry. I'm making you more nervous with my nerves. I should go." He turned to run, but Zayn caught his wrist.

"Let's both go for a moment." Niall looked confused, but Zayn just pulled him along, out of the room. He had to wave off a few attendants and one body guard before they were at a room down the hall.

He whipped Niall into the room and shut the door behind them. Niall was crossing and uncrossing his fingers; a sign that, Zayn was quickly learning, meant nerves. He pushed Niall back against the wall and pulled him into a kiss by the back of his neck. Niall hummed, pleased, and melted into Zayn's hold.

Niall's tentative hands found Zayn's hips, fingers barely pressed to his suit jacket. "Ni," Zayn breathed against his lips. Niall hummed again. "Touch me like you did on the island. Forget where we are. I miss you."

"I'm right here, sir-Zayn, I mean."

"No," Zayn rubbed his thumb along Niall's jaw. "I miss the way you looked at me, and didn't hesitate to touch me."

"We're in company, sir."

"Do you see anyone?" Niall didn't look away, but shook his head. "Then touch me, and I promise you won't have to worry about company soon."

Niall's hands finally gripped onto Zayn's hips, but he said, "You keep saying that, but I don't know what that means."

Zayn shrugged off his jacket, leaning away to toss it on a chair, and then dropped to his knees. Niall looked down at him with his mouth dropped open. "It means, we are equals, and soon everyone will know. But, for now, I just want you to know." He slid his hands up Niall's thighs, the slick material of his trousers fluttering against Zayn's palms. When he reached Niall's zipper he thumbed along it, applying pressure just enough to make the blond inhale sharply.

"Z-Zayn, what are you-" Zayn flicked open the button on his bottoms and pulled slowly on the zipper. "Please, sir, you don't have to. Let me please you."

"You don't want me to?" Zayn asked but sounded like he already knew the answer. He pressed his lips to the dark grey material of Niall's pants, making Niall stutter a breath.

"Of course, but-"

"Then, no but. I want to, and you want me to. So I will." Zayn pulled his trousers down and latched his mouth over Niall's semi, feeling as he got thicker under his tongue.

"You shouldn't be- usually Master's don't- God, Zayn." Zayn chuckled with his mouth suctioned to Niall's bulge.

He pulled back to see a large wet patch from his saliva and another smaller one a little further down and over to the left where Niall had started to leak precome. He kept massaging Niall's thighs and kissing his clothed length, just to watch as Niall's cock shifted under his pants, moving up to his hip and making a hard line. "Jesus, that's beautiful."

Niall groaned and let his head fall to the wall. "Zayn."

Zayn looked up at him, dark lashes shielding part of his blown pupils. "What is it, baby? What do you want?"

"Please, sir."

"You have to tell me, Ni." Zayn let his thumb trail lightly back and forth along Niall's length.

"I want-" He bit his lip and shook his head. "Whatever you want."

Zayn tried not to sigh in exasperation. "Tell me what you want, Niall, or I won't give you anything." Suddenly Zayn's hands were gone and his warm breath was no longer fanning over Niall's cock.

"No! I want-" Niall furrowed his brows and looked down at Zayn with scared, but needy, eyes. "Your mouth, please, sir."

Zayn smiled wide, teeth shining in the dim light of the room. "See? That wasn't so bad. And now you get to have me." He licked a strip from Niall's base to his tip, which was now poking out from his waistband. Niall shuddered and his hand clamped on Zayn's shoulder.

"More," the slave barely whispered.

"Oh, now I've created a monster," Zayn teased, but tugged Niall's pants down with his thumbs. Niall's prick bobbed into the air and Zayn put his hand flat next to it on Niall's pelvis, stroking his thumb along the underside.

Niall just laughed breathless and airy, as he smiled down at Zayn. "Thank you, sir."

"Zayn,"he reminded.

"Zayn. Thank you, Zayn."

"Don't thank me yet. Save your praise for when I actually make you come."

"God," Niall moaned. "Yes, please."

"So polite," Zayn commended. "You should be rewarded."

Niall nodded frantically before Zayn led Niall's dick, with just his thumb and pointer finger, to his lips. He let the tip sit against his bottom lip, his tongue flicking against the slit for a minute.

Niall took in uneven gulps of air between biting his lips and loosing tiny moans. "Zayn," he pleaded. "You're teasing."

Zayn smirked and stroked Niall with just those two fingers. "That I am. I've been wanting to do this for days and I'll take my time, thank you."

"But your speech-"

"Can wait. I'm pleasuring you, and that's more important."

Niall shook his head. "I'm not."

Zayn licked his tongue flat from Niall's balls to his tip, making Niall whine. "You are. Admit it, and I'll suck you off."

"I'm not more important than your country," he huffed when Zayn blew over his spit, sending chills up Niall's spine, "and you know it."

"What I know," he kissed Niall's shaft, "is that you are," he kissed higher up, "so much more to me," another kiss, "than anything political." He left one final kiss on Niall's cock head. "Now admit it." Zayn closed his lips just on the very end of Niall's wet head and sucked.

Niall groaned and nodded. "Okay, okay, I admit it."

Zayn pulled off and licked the precome off his lips. "I want to hear you say it."

"I'm, I'm more important- Jesus."

"Very good," Zayn assured and promptly took Niall into his mouth. Niall's hand flew to Zayn's dark hair, but quickly went back to his shoulder and squeezed. Zayn bobbed his head slowly and made a displeased sound around Niall's dick before grabbing Niall's hand and moving it back to his hair.

"I-" He moaned. "I don't want to-to mess it u-up."

Zayn moaned again and Niall's fingers clinched. The President pulled off and ran his lips up and down Niall's shaft before admitting, "I don't care. I want you to," against it.

Niall's face scrunched up in pleasure as Zayn took him back in his mouth. His hand was moving in sure strokes at Niall's base, and his lips were stretched around Niall's pink cock. "I'm close, Zayn." Zayn hummed, pleased, and took him deeper. Niall's fingers tightened more, almost yanking on Zayn's locks. "Sir, pull off, please," Niall whined.

Zayn groaned and took Niall to the back of his throat before pulling back and bobbing his head again. He sputtered just a little, throat fluttering around Niall's head, making the submissive cry out his Master's name and spill down his throat. Zayn sucked him through it until Niall was curling in on himself with sensitivity.

Zayn pulled off and sat back on his heels, pleased smile on his face. When Niall looked down, Zayn stuck his tongue out and pulled Niall down to kiss him, shoving his own cum into the blond's mouth. Niall's eyes fluttered shut as he moaned at his own taste.

Zayn let Niall go and stood up, dusting off his knees and grabbing his jacket. "Feel better?"

"Yeah," Niall mumbled, dazed and dopey.

"We should go. I'm already late," Zayn smirked, "and we wouldn't want to upset the company."

Niall was still panting, just leaning against the wall with his pants at his knees and his trousers around his ankles, cock softening between his legs.

Zayn chuckled and kissed his slack lips. "I had no idea I was so good at that."

"You are," Niall hummed.

He pulled Niall's bottoms up, adjusting him and closing his zipper and button. "Okay, love, let's go."

Niall nodded, swallowing hard to get his bearings again. "You're late," he noted, obviously missing that Zayn had already said it.

"That I am. So let's..." He thumbed towards the door. They headed back to the prep room and found everyone running around like crazy. When people noticed them, everything froze and Zayn's Head of Staff threw his hands up.

"There you are. For Christ's sake, come on." He tugged Zayn along. When Zayn got to side stage and his staffer noticed Niall was still attached to his other hand, he huffed. "You have to leave your toy here."

Zayn's jaw went tight and he narrowed his eyes at the man. "He's coming with me."

"What? No, he's not."

Zayn leveled the man with a glare. "He is." With that, Zayn pulled a stunned Niall with him onto the stage in front of a room full of bright lights and frantic camera flashes. Zayn squared his body with the podium and kept hold of Niall's hand. "Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. I know that I have a whole speech planned, and I will get to it," he assured. "But first, I'd like to make something very clear."

He let go of Niall's hand to loop his arm around the boy's waist. "This is Niall Horan, son of Ambassador Horan of Ireland. He is no longer my slave." Niall, along with most of the crowd, went dead still, all of them holding their breath. "He is free from all contracts and conditions that brought him to me."

Niall started to freak. Zayn was giving him back. He didn't want him. He could feel his hairline start to sweat, renewing the tacky line already there from his orgasm. "Please, sir," he turned and spoke lowly. Zayn turned when he heard the frantic layer over Niall's voice. "I'll be better, please."

Zayn just shook his head. He put a hand to Niall's cheek. "I won't have you as my slave anymore." Niall opened his mouth to beg, but Zayn pressed his thumb to it. "Because I'd rather have you as my boyfriend."

The crowd loosed an audible gasp. Zayn turned back to the mic. "Niall Horan is my equal, my lover, my partner. Not my slave. I am not his Master. And hence forth, I plan to abolish the tradition of gifting sex slaves to the political family upon Inauguration."

Niall's lip was trembling, tears forming in his eyes. "Zayn," he breathed, and the darker boy turned to him. Niall just took his face in both hands and brought him in for a firm, powerful kiss. "Thank you," he murmured when they broke apart, foreheads tipped together.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

The crowd exploded with shouts of 'sir' and Zayn's title, all wanting answers, but Zayn couldn't take his eyes of Niall's glowing blue ones to save his life.

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Last part!! Hope it was a good enough ending for ya. I haven't done a four part since...Bartender?...Misunderstanding maybe...Idk. Point is, yay!

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