Zayn blames Liam. We was working late and Zayn wanted to go out. He tried to get a hold of Liam, but it kept going to voicemail. So Zayn resolutely dug out his favorite pair of jeans and headed off to his usual spot where the music was loud and the men were willing. The bouncer, Clark, let him in, even though he's underage, because of who his boyfriend is. He got a free double at the bar before heading to the dance floor to look for his choice of the night. He was a tease, but never a cheater. He would never do that to Liam. Not when he loved him so much, and was so well-loved in return. But in the meantime he might as well find someone to dance with.

The broad number with the dark hair seemed a good choice. Zayn sauntered over, watching at the man's eyes tracked his every step. Zayn took his lip between his teeth and looked up at the man with false innocence written all over his face. The man smirked, an easy catch, he must be thinking. Zayn put a hand on the plane of his chest and leaned on the connection to whisper, "Dance with me." The man didn't even nod, or acknowledge Zayn at all, before turning him around and wrapping his too long arms around Zayn's waist.

Zayn rolled his eyes, but leaned back into the touch. He felt the man's hot breath before he heard him. "What's a kid like you doing in here?"

Zayn swiveled his hips harder and leaned his head back to answer, "Exactly what you want me to."

The man laughed under the flashing lights and moved a hand down to palm at Zayn's zipper. Zayn wagged a finger and pulled his hand away to place it around his waist again. The man moved his hand down, slower this time, but Zayn caught it just like before. "Come on, baby," the man tried to convince him.

Zayn turned in his arms and cocked his head. "Don't call me baby. I'm already someone's baby, and you are not him."

"Zayn Malik!"

Zayn licked his lips in satisfaction. "Speaking of..." Zayn turned around again and shook off the hands that had crept down to his lower back before walking over to a fiery-looking Liam. "Hey, babe."

"Don't you dare."

Zayn looked to the dirty club floor. "You were busy."

"So you thought it appropriate to grind on random men?"

Zayn tried to think of a witty response to get him out of trouble, but all he mustered up was, "Uh, no?"

"I can't believe I had to get a call from Clark, warning me that my boyfriend was here alone."

"Stupid nark," Zayn muttered.

"And then I find you practically humping this dried-out pack of meat?"

Zayn laughed while the other man approached Liam with a puffed chest. "Hey man, back off. It's not my fault your boyfriend is a whore."

"Hey!" both boys rebutted at the same time, Liam a tad more intimidating. Liam pulled Zayn against him and continued. "Why don't you go home to your, no-doubt bitter, wife and leave the hot young lads to me." Liam's fists were clenched and you can tell he was ready to push Zayn behind him if need be.

"Not worth it," he guy muttered as he slumped away.

Liam was then pulling Zayn by his wrist to the back of the clubs where the VIP rooms are. Zayn knew he was in trouble, but he couldn't help but be giddy at the display of power and the fact that now Liam was here and his work must not have been that important. Liam pulled them into a room and shut the door, locking it. When he turned around to Zayn he was angry and Zayn shuddered at just the sight of him.

"You will be the death of me, boy."

"Worse ways to go, I guess," Zayn chipped back. Liam didn't find him funny in the least, as Zayn could tell by the growl that left his throat. "I'm sorry, Li."

"Not yet, but you will be."

A rush of anticipation fueled Zayn's twitching hands as he reached for Liam. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"Yes you did. That's exactly what you meant to do." Liam walked over to the couch and sat down with more grace than Zayn could ever hope to have. "Come here." Zayn scurried over and flopped down on Liam's lap, but Liam was already moving him as he said, "Over my knee."

Zayn shuddered, now sure where this was headed. "I'm sorry," he tried.

"Too late now."

"Please, Liam."

"Beg all you want, Zayn. Jeans off."

Zayn whined, but knew he didn't have a leg to stand on, so he reached under himself and unbuttoned his jeans. He slid them down to mid-thigh and settled more comfortably on Liam's lap, on leg on the couch and the other bent and hanging off the side. He leaned on his forearms when he felt Liam's big hand squeeze and play with the thin fabric of his pants.

"I know I shouldn't, but I get a small amount of pleasure out of punishing you."

Zayn knew. He could feel how turned on Liam always got, the increased breathing, the groans. "Because I'm bad."

"Because you're showing me that you're sorry for being bad." Zayn nodded in understanding. Liam pulled Zayn's pants down by his thumbs until Zayn's smooth cheeks were on display. "Let's color these red, shall we?"

Zayn groaned into his arm and felt his cock twitch were it was still trapped under the layer of clothing. "How many?" the smaller asked.

"How many do you deserve?"

Zayn focused on thinking it through. He went out to a club without his boyfriend. Found a random bloke to rub against. Talked back. Almost got Liam into a fight. "Thirty?"

"Is that a question or an answer?"

"Thirty, please."

"Alright," Liam rubbed all along Zayn's skin, up his back and down to his ass, "thirty it is." Zayn tried to prepare himself now that it was actually happening, and his whole body tensed in anticipation. "Relax, baby," Liam reminded and massaged Zayn's cheeks lovingly. As soon as he felt Zayn go pliant in his hands he brought one hand back and smacked it down on Zayn's ass, a sharp slap ringing in the still air. Zayn groaned and squeezed his cheeks in reflex. Liam set to rubbing the pain away immediately. Zayn's groan turned to a moan as Liam's deft hands went to work.

Once Zayn was languid again Liam delivered the second blow. Zayn tensed again, whole body tight from pain. They kept the same rhythm for the first ten spankings, but soon Liam turned up the heat and didn't wait for Zayn to relax between each to bring his hand down again. "Relax and it won't hurt as bad." That was the last warning Liam gave before continuing on the second set of ten. They were delivered in a syncopation that was slow enough to make Zayn wait for the next hit, but fast enough that the sting didn't dissipate.

"You love when we do this, don't you? You love seeing how worked up I get." Zayn pressed his groan into the crease of his elbow but Liam wasn't having it. "Answer me!" He landed a hard slap on Zayn's pink cheek.

"I love it," Zayn gasped as he lifted his head. He couldn't bring himself to open his eyes, the pain too heavy on his lids, but he forced his neck to bend so Liam could hear him. "I love how hard it makes you."

Sure enough Liam's thick length was pressing firmly into Zayn's squirming hip. "I bet you do, baby. You can feel me, can't you? Do you wish you could touch me?" Another spank.

Zayn squeaked. He did want to. Liam knew he did. But he couldn't, not until his punishment was over. "I want to," he pleaded.

"Then show me how good you are. Show off for me, Zee." Zayn whined but arched his back so his hips were lifted off Liam's lap and his ass was on display. Liam gripped the round flesh before giving him another hit. "So lovely."

Zayn's knees and elbows were digging into the couch by twenty. He had tears on his red face and prints on his red ass. He was painfully hard and at some point his dick popped out from his pants and was rubbing against Liam's jeans, soaking them with precome no doubt. "More, Li."

Liam gave him a hard smack. "Don't demand."

Zayn shook his head in apology. "Please," he begged and grinded down on Liam's lap. "Can I please have more."

"You always get like this around twenty. When you love the pain and I can feel you twitch. You're getting my jeans wet." Zayn could hear the smug pride in his voice.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't-" Zayn hiccuped when Liam spanked him again. "I need it."

"Because you know when you're bad." Liam's hands kept their rain of hits going. "And you know I love when you're good for me."

"Yes," Zayn breathed, letting his head fall to bite into his wrist while Liam hit him again. "I'm sorry for being bad."

"I know." Two more hits and Liam was saying, "One more."

Zayn arched his back even harder and let Liam deliver the last blow. Zayn had to dig his nails into his other arm to keep from coming as his body fell limply on Liam's lap. Liam turned Zayn over like he weighed nothing and pulled him up to straddle his lap, spreading his own thighs so his legs didn't rub against Zayn's sore skin. Zayn laid heavily on Liam's chest, panting for air, as Liam undid his jeans and pushed his clothing down enough to pull out his cock.

"Come here, baby." He pulled Zayn closer and wrapped his long fingers around both of their leaking pricks as he reached a hand behind his boy and spread his cheeks with his fingers. Zayn nearly screamed and clawed at Liam's chest with the burn and the pleasure of finally being touched. Zayn was shaking in Liam's arms. "Gonna come, Zee? Let me see you come for me."

Zayn sobbed and gripped onto both of Liam's shoulders as he shuddered through his orgasm. Liam pulled it out of him while he drew closer to his own. Zayn surged forward and sucked Liam's bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling and licking over it until Liam grunted and splashed over his hand. Liam dropped both their cocks in favor of wrapping Zayn in his warm arms.

"Amazing, baby. What a good boy." Zayn breathed in Liam's scent, a mix of sweat and musk and power as he reigned in his uneven breathing and dozed off against Liam's chest.

***

Yes, a Ziam shot. I am among those that are furious at Zayn and his dick-headed tweet. But I agreed to do the remaining requests with Zayn in them so I will. But from here on out I won't take anymore reqs involving Zayn. He's no longer apart of the boys in any positive way and I refuse to write about him. #sorrynotsorry

In the meantime. Enjoy!

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