I'm back!! Volume III, here we come! Part one was in Volume II, so go check it out so the backstory will back sense. I'm so glad y'all are here with me again. Welcome back to the Madhouse.

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So, it turns out Zayn was not the first. But he is the only. For now, at least. Apparently, Louis and his friends have a thing for twinks. And they share. All of them.

Louis coming back with pizza and pop and finding the four of them sprawled on the couch coated in cum and sweat, went something like this:

Louis grabbed Zayn by the hair and yanked him off the couch, throwing the blanket from the couch at him. The boys all readjusted themselves, pushing now soft cocks back into their pants and wiping sweaty hair off their faces.

"We have rules!" Louis bellowed.

Liam was the first to stand, hands held up in a soft defense against his best mate. "He wanted to."

"I wanted to," Zayn echoed.

"Shut up, Zayn," Louis barked without looking away from Liam. "He's my brother!"

"He's of age," Niall reminded. "According to the rules-"

"Barely!" Louis nearly screeched. "He's thirteen!" Louis' hand was ripping through his hair.

"So was that kid from the private school a couple months ago," Harry scoffed.

Liam looked back over his shoulder and smirked. "No way. No thirteen year old is that good."

Louis' hand came up and he shoved Liam back down on the couch. "You're all fucking traitors! I said hands off and I meant it!"

It was Niall's turn to stand, hard look in his eyes. "What about last year? You all went after my cousin even when I said no."

"Your cousin, Niall," Louis groaned. "He's my brother!"

Zayn interjected himself between them. "Please don't be mad, Lou."

"I'm not mad at you," Louis' voice softened and he scrubbed a hand through Zayn's hair.

"I wanted to," Zayn murmured. "They were nice to me, Loubear."

Louis' hand snapped back to his side and his face turned hard. "They used you. Like we do to every under-aged virgin we find. It's a game, Zayn. You were their game," he seethed.

Zayn's eyes were watery by the time Louis finished his rant. The young lad looked at the other three, all still tacky with sweat and rosy cheeked. "Really?"

Liam was quick to close the space between them. "No," he assured. "Absolutely not." Zayn's face scrunched up, trying to squirm out of Liam's hands holding his arms. "Do you think we'd risk his wrath," he nodded to Louis, "for a game?"

Zayn looked between the two, thinking. "I don't know."

"I can only speak for me," Liam lowered his voice and put his forehead against Zayn's, "but I've never had someone like you."

"Second that," Niall piped up and got up to stand behind Zayn, arms gliding around his small waist. "You're different than anyone we've had before. And if you weren't Louis' brother, we'd probably keep you."

"But you won't because I am," Zayn finished the unsaid words with a heavy weight to his voice.

"Well, actually," Harry tilted his head in consideration. He stood and reached out to run a thumb over Zayn's flushed cheek, "that's completely up to you."

Zayn leaned into the touch and smiled. "What'd you mean?"

Harry placed a kiss on Zayn temple before throwing an arm around Niall's shoulders and leaning in to stage whisper in the dark boy's ear. "You can have us whenever you want. All you have to do is ask."

"Harry. Don't." Louis' lips were pulled into an almost snarl, eyes alight with rage.

"That's the rules, Louis. If you want to play by the rules, then fine. If we want a repeat, they have to ask for it. Right?"

"He's right, Lou," Niall agreed.

"Yes," Zayn interrupted quickly. "Yes, I'm asking. I want to do that again."

"I will kill all of you if you lay a finger on him."

"Too late, Lou," Niall murmured.

Louis lunged at the blond, Harry the only thing keeping Louis' fingers from catching Niall's skin. "Louis! Stop!" Harry shoved him back hard enough that he stumbled down onto the couch with shock written on his face. "This isn't your decision. If we want him and he wants us, then that's all there is to it."

Louis shook his head absently, eyeing Zayn with disbelief. "Zayn, don't do this. They'll hurt you. They will. I know how this goes."

Zayn sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, worrying it harshly until Liam dragged it out with his thumb. Zayn took a deep breath and nodded. "I want to."

Louis was still shaking his head when he got up, threw Zayn's pants at him, and walked out.

Three weeks later and Louis had yet to say a single word to Zayn or any of the guys. He stayed mostly in his room, disappearing at night when one or more would visit Zayn's room.

Zayn, though, was out of his mind with all of the new things he was learning. So far, he'd given head, gotten head, rimmed, and been rimmed. Not to mention plenty of hand jobs. Tonight, Liam was over. Alone. Those were probably Zayn's favorite nights. He loved Harry and Niall, but Liam was always slow, soft, gentle. And he always wanted to teach Zayn something new. He didn't even mind when afterwards Zayn just wanted to lay on his chest and talk about stupid stuff, like the new Marvel movie, or how his mom taught him a new recipe. Liam would just brush fingers through his hair and hum softly.

Zayn had an idea of what he was going to learn tonight. Liam had hinted last time he was over how much he wanted to feel how tight Zayn was inside. When Zayn's eyes went wide with fear, Liam shushed him and kissed down his neck. "We're not quite there yet, Zee. But I'd still like to see." He'd trailed a finger down Zayn's stomach, between his legs, teasing just under his balls. Zayn gasped and curled his toes at the feeling.

Liam slid his finger just a little lower but just when Zayn thought he was going to touch him, right there on his most intimate spot, he pulled away and kissed him instead. Zayn felt asleep that night with the phantom press of Liam's fingers between his legs.

Now Liam was back between his legs, mouth latched onto Zayn's balls, sitting full and heavy against his taint. "Li," he whined. "Please, I'll come."

Liam moaned before dropping Zayn's sac from between his lips and nosing along between his cheeks, breath fanning over Zayn's virgin hole. "Sound so pretty, baby. Look so pretty." He laid a long, dry kiss to Zayn's rim, making the boy arch and grab a handful of sheets. Liam hummed in approval and pressed his lips more firmly against the puckered ring while he spoke. "I bet you're so tight. Know you are. Never had anything inside you."

Zayn tried to close his legs around Liam's head to ward off his fast-approaching orgasm, but Liam just pushed them open wider and flicked his tongue out across Zayn's hole. "No, no," Zayn tried to squirm away, cock leaking steadily onto his stomach. "I'll come, Liam, please."

Liam grabbed the tops of Zayn's thighs and pulled him back down onto his face, licking fat strips back and forth over Zayn's hole. Zayn loosed a sob, heavy in his chest, and came over his stomach, hands still clutching his bedding. Liam felt the clench of Zayn's body against his tongue and moaned before pulling away with a smile.

"Did you get what I asked you to?"

Zayn was still shaking, but nodded and pointed to his dresser. Liam lowered down and kissed Zayn's cum-coated stomach once before climbing off the bed, licking Zayn's release from his lips. Liam opened the top drawer to find a new, unopened bottle of lube. He smiled down at it, snatching it up, and walking back to Zayn with a proud smile.

"You got this yourself, right? Didn't nick it from Lou?"

Zayn shook his head, feet flexing and pointing nervously. "The lady at the checkout was like seventy and gave me the worst look."

Liam's eyes crinkled up into this laugh that Zayn loved. He climbed back on the bed and pulled Zayn's legs to rest on his thighs, his own legs bent under him. "First time buying lube. It's like a right of passage." Liam tore off the plastic from under the cap and rescrewed it while he went on. "I bet you were so red when you went and picked out the one you wanted." He read over the label. "Hmm, extra smooth. Wise choice." The laughter was palpable in Liam's voice by now.

"Stop taking the piss, Li. I can just do it myself if you're going to be mean." He dug his toes into Liam's flank, making Liam laugh harder.

"Do what? Do you even have any idea what I'm going to do to you tonight?"

Zayn swallowed hard. "Umm, well..." He wiggled his bum down towards Liam with a smirk. "You could eat me out again. I never get tired of that."

Liam humored him, bringing his ankle up to his lips and beginning a trail of slow kisses that lead to his inner thigh. Zayn watched with rapt attention until Liam leaned forward, bending Zayn's legs back and kissing across his chest then up to his lips. "I'm going to finger you until you come tonight."

Zayn's breath whooshed out of him at that, words lost on his tongue. "You're- I'm...fuck."

Liam's laugh burst from his lips in a sharp bark. "That alright?"

"Will it hurt?"

Liam shook his head softly, rubbing the tip of his nose against Zayn's. "Not if I can help it." He tickled fingers up and down Zayn's side. "If I have my way, you'll beg me to do it every night. Never stop."

"Jesus," Zayn groaned and rolled his hips up to meet Liam's, showing the older boy just how much he wanted him. Liam let his hand continue down until his sure fingers curled around Zayn's already-hard-again length. Zayn pushed his heels into the bed to thrust into the loose circle. "Come on, Li. Finger me."

Liam buried his face in Zayn's neck, teeth biting down on the tan column of skin to hide his moan. He grabbed the lube and sat back again, Zayn's legs sprawled over his lap. "You'll tell me if it's too much." Zayn nodded his agreement and Liam snicked open the bottle, drizzling cool lube across three fingers. "You'll love this, baby, I know it."

Zayn threw an arm over his face and mumbled something unintelligible while Liam slid his fingers together to warm up the lube. When he pressed a finger between Zayn's cheeks, the boy's mouth went slack, pink tongue peeking out from between his lips in anticipation. "Do it, Liam," he pleaded.

Liam delivered one more kiss to Zayn's chest before pushing his first finger into Zayn's tight body. Liam let his eyes fall closed, focused on the suffocating heat around his finger. "Jesus, fuck," he breathed. "You're so-"

"Tight?"

Liam finally looked away from Zayn's flushed, sweating body up to his face to find Zayn looking at him with a fond smile. "Very. How's it feel?"

Zayn's shifted his hips, gasping when Liam's finger moved inside him. "Good, yeah. Move a bit?"

Liam hummed in agreement and slid his finger out and back in. He licked over his lips while he reveled in the feeling of Zayn's body and wiggled his finger to loosen him up. "Another?"

Zayn let his arm fall back to his side. "Yeah, please."

Liam scooted down a little, hovering over Zayn's pulsing erection. He brought his slick middle finger to Zayn's hole and ducked down, licking a strip up his small prick while he pushed a second finger in. Zayn groaned as a hand flew to Liam's soft hair. "Oh, my God," Zayn stuttered. Liam mouthed around his wet head, lips massaging the shape of him. He pushed his two, solid fingers in deeper. Zayn's legs spread impossibly wider, voice cracking on a moan. "Faster," he whispered into the quiet air.

When Liam thrust his fingers faster, Zayn's let a loud moan fall from his lips. Liam brought a hand up to cover his mouth. "Wouldn't want your family hearing. Lou's just down the hall, Mum's downstairs." Zayn nodded frantically, but he was still making needy sounds high in his throat and rocking down on Liam's fingers. Liam slowed his fingers down and leaned up to whisper, lips brushing the back of his hand covering Zayn's mouth. "Zee, baby, you have to be quiet."

Zayn was taking shallow breaths, if his rapidly rising chest was any indication. Liam breathed with him, smiling when Zayn calmed. "That's my good boy." Liam slipped his hand off Zayn's mouth, pulling his lips open as his fingers retreated. "Do I need to put something in here to keep you quiet?" He pushed his thumb between Zayn's lips and pressed on his tongue.

Zayn's eyes went wide and he nodded eagerly. Liam laughed quietly and kissed along Zayn's chin. He pulled his finger out, trailing Zayn's saliva down his neck with it to his nipple to pull the pink nub to hardness. "Alright, babe, I'll give you something."

Zayn raked his fingers through Liam's hair. "It's your dick, right?" Liam raised a curious brow. "I mean, what you're going to give me to keep quiet. You're going to let me suck you off, right?"

Liam pressed his lips together to keep his smile contained. "That was the idea."

Zayn relaxed back on the bed and nodded. "Good, okay, good."

Liam couldn't hold his laugh anymore, but he muffled it in Zayn's lips. "Little cock slut, you are."

Zayn squirmed and wrapped Liam in his arms as Liam pulled his fingers out. "No," he whined airily at the loss.

"Just for a second," Liam assured. "Want my cock, right?"

Zayn nodded quickly so Liam sat up and turned around, delighted by Zayn surprised groan. He wrapped a hand around his shaft and lead his tip to Zayn's lips. Zayn leaned up, flicking his tongue out to swipe across his slit, pulling a drop of precome from him. "Come on, Li. Give it to me."

Liam bit down on his lip, blood rushing to the surface, as he pushed down into Zayn's mouth. Zayn quickly stuffed the pillow more under his head to prop himself up before wrapping his fingers around Liam's base and sucking on his head.

Liam let himself have a minute, just enjoying Zayn's enthusiasm and wet warmth. "That's good, baby. Keep going. I'm going to put my fingers back inside you, yeah?"

Zayn moaned around Liam's length and lifted up to take a couple more inches. Liam kissed his way up Zayn's thin thigh as he grabbed the lube to recoat his fingers. When he slid them between Zayn's legs, the younger one spread his knees more, heels pushing into the sheets.

Liam licked around Zayn's base, cheek rubbing against his hard shaft as he pushed a finger back in. Zayn keened and sputtered around Liam's prick. Liam looked down between their bodies, lifting up so just his tip was between Zayn's lips. "Easy, babe. Relax."

Zayn took a long breath, through his nose, and a handful of Liam's bum, pushing him back into his mouth and relaxing back onto the bed. Liam gave a few easy pumps of his finger before adding another. Zayn paused again in his ministrations, but quickly took it up again, tighter than before, when Liam curled his fingers and played at Zayn's prostate.

Zayn moaned around him, vibrating his nerves and making Liam groan in return. "I know," the older mused. "That's the best feeling in the world, isn't it?" Zayn just whined and kept his cheeks hollowed while he rolled his hips down on Liam's fingers. "Can't wait to open you up like this sometime for my cock. Get you soft and stretched so I can push inside."

Zayn's hands gripped Liam's hips desperately as Liam's fingers moved faster, harder, pushing into his prostate with force. "The boys and I all want a turn at you. We talk about sharing you."

The air reverberated with the muffled sound of Zayn's moans. Liam bit down on his thigh and warned him to be quiet again. Zayn just pulled Liam further into his mouth to stifle himself, but kept moving, sitting down on Liam's fingers and bobbing his head, heat pooling in his stomach.

He whined, almost a sob, to try and tell Liam he was close. Liam nibbled on the thin skin of Zayn's hipbone and took his pulsing length in his hand, pulling him off leisurely. "We talk about all having you in one night, one after the other. Just using you until you come over and over, Zayn."

Zayn's toes curled into the sheets as he came over Liam's hand and across one of his stubbled cheeks. Liam hummed contentedly and worked him through his release before pulling out of Zayn's mouth and turning around to straddle his chest, handing finding his slick length.

"Gonna let us use you, Zee? Open you wide, leave you gaping and covered in cum?"

Zayn took in big lungfuls of air and nodded. "Yes," he gasped softly. "I want you to."

Liam fell to support himself on one hand by Zayn's head and shot ropes of cum across Zayn's neck and face. Zayn left his mouth open and eyes closed until Liam leaned down and licked a droplet of white from his cheek. "You want to," he mused, awed.

"I want to. Please." He locked his arms around Liam's neck and pulled him close, Liam leveling out to press his body to Zayn's for just a minute before he needed to clean them up and go back to the world outside of this moment.