Happy #SlaveMeThursday!! its a good one with plenty of Ziam. Enjoy!

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"He owns everything." Liam's mouth was stuck open, unsure what to say. Zayn lifted Liam's hand to his lips again and kissed his knuckles. "Liam, are you okay?"

"Why, why didn't you tell me? Why did you-Why would you give me to him?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm an actual idiot and I thought I was doing the right thing."

"How? Why couldn't you admit you wanted me?"

Zayn lifted the arm rest between them and scooted closer, so their thighs were pressed together and he could inhale Liam's cologne. "I wasn't your match, Liam."

"But you are!"

Zayn rubbed a thumb across his lips to quiet him. "I'm not. I ran my profile against yours and we didn't match. And you were so distant, I thought the system was right."

"I wanted you."

Zayn shook his head. "I know that now," he admitted sadly. "But then I thought of Marcus, of course I did. He's a good man. Or I thought-" Zayn combed his fingers through his slightly wet hair. "I ran his profile and he fit. You two were perfect."

"But we were perfect," Liam breathed.

Zayn sighed, knowing how much he'd messed up. "I followed the profile. My system, it works. I was sure. And I owed him everything."

"So I was, what, a gift in repayment to him?"

Zayn cupped his hand to Liam's cheek. "It wasn't like that. I just, I was so proud that I'd found your perfect match."

"But I'd already found my perfect match."

Zayn scratched his fingers into Liam's hair. "And I've found mine. But now-We can't do this."

Liam nodded. "Marcus. Owns everything." Zayn slid his hand down Liam's chest to his knee and squeezed. "How'd that happen?"

Zayn shook his head. "Not now. Not here." Zayn pulled him even closer. "We're at the movies. You love the movies."

Liam's smile tipped on his lips. "Is this our first date?"

Zayn leaned in and nosed along Liam's jaw. "Absolutely not. You're not mine."

"Yet," Liam smirked.

Zayn kissed just under his ear. "Yet."

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"I'm not sure," Cordin said into the phone. "It looked like he was walking towards someone but I couldn't see who. Then he just turned around and went inside alone."

"Stay there. Keep an eye on him. Let me know if he leaves."

"Yes, sir."

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By the time the previews finished and the lights dimmed, Liam was blushing and curled under Zayn's arm. Zayn had a hand in Liam's hair and his mouth against Liam's ear. "I like you in this shirt. Fits you well."

Liam's skin was hot and he couldn't keep his hands still. "Your hair is still wet." Liam ran his thumb along Zayn's hairline.

"I showered," he chuckled.

Liam hummed, "Sad I missed that."

Zayn squeezed his hand on Liam's knee. "Wish you were there?"

Liam pressed his lips to the soft underside of Zayn's jaw. "So badly."

"Next time."

Liam leaned heavier on Zayn. "Don't make promises."

Zayn turned so he could look down at Liam better. "Maybe not my next shower. But I promise, first chance I get, I'll get you naked and wet in my bathroom."

Liam licked his lips shakily. "I don't want our first time to be in the shower."

Zayn kept their faces close so he could kiss Liam again and again. "Where would you like it to be?"

Liam kissed him back, urgency present like a fire. "In your bed. And promise that, when you've finished with me, you'll stay. Sleep with me."

Zayn furrowed his brows in confusion. "Of course I'd stay with you. You wouldn't sleep another night without me if I could help it."

"But I will. I have to sleep by myself until you get me back. Which, I'm not even sure how you're going to do."

Zayn pulled him into a hug and kissed his short hair. "I will though. I will bring you back to me."

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Marcus slid a stack of papers off his desk in rage. The white sheets fluttered down from the air in a way that taunted Marcus' own lack of grace right now. He paced his office again and again, deciding what to do. His slave, his slave, was out doing something against his Master's permission. He wasn't sure what, but he was fairly certain it entailed a certain dark-haired matchmaker. Why couldn't his slave just behave? Marcus wanted nothing more than to give him a life of ease and obedience. That's all a slave wants, right? So why? What does he have that Marcus couldn't give him? He turned and hit his fist into a wall before letting his head fall forward on it and sighing. Zayn can't have this one. He doesn't deserve him. He let him go. He's mine. No one gets to have him, but me.

Marcus grabbed his keys and made his way from his office to his car. If his slave was up to no good, then it was his job to find out what it was he was doing. The movie theatre was across town, but he sped with rage leading his gas pedal.

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"I want to believe you. I do. But you have to understand why it's hard. You-you gave me away."

Zayn rubbed his thumbs across Liam's face, breathing the same air just to know he was close. "I know. And I can't say I'm sorry enough. It was a mistake and I'll do anything to fix it."

"Like what?" Liam asked nervously, but slid a hand to Zayn's knee.

Zayn felt it and moved a hand down to curl around his and soothe his fingers over Liam's warm skin. "I will get you back. I'll talk to Marcus, or..." Zayn let his head fall in frustration. "I don't know. I'll figure it out."

"Until then?"

Zayn clenched his jaw. "Until then...you aren't mine. And I have to let you leave."

Liam nodded, knowing what he would hear. He was finally making Zayn say all the things he'd wanted to hear for months, but now there was nothing they could do about it. Before he had freedom and nothing to do with it. Now he has a reason and no way to hold it. Even with the struggles, he'd much prefer to have Zayn saying the things he was saying, futile or not. "What about right now?"

"Right now?"

Liam nodded and slid his hand further, under Zayn's hand, up his leg. "Right now we're alone. It's just you and me," he reasoned. Zayn opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out so Liam took that as permission to go ahead. "Right now can I, can I please be yours?"

"Liam," he breathed as protest, but his voice was as weak as his resolve.

"Just for right now. I'll go back to Marcus' after the movie and I'll be so good, and I won't call you or need you, but right now-" Liam squeezed his fingers on Zayn. "Please, let me be yours."

Zayn looked into Liam's eyes for a reason to say no. He saw dozens, but none of them shone as bright as the color of his eyes, and that alone told Zayn that he'd never refuse him. "Come here," he answered and pulled Liam's lips to his. Liam hummed into the kiss and shifted so he was half leaning on Zayn, chests pressed together. He knew to be obedient and not let his hands wander too much, but Zayn's entire body was fire against Liam's and all he wanted was to put it out with his fingertips.

"Can I?" he spoke against Zayn's lips as he laid his hand hesitantly on Zayn's chest.

"Of course," he allowed and pulled Liam more so he had one leg thrown between Zayn's, almost sitting on his lap. Liam's hands shot like a bullet from a gun and clenched and gripped at every available plane of Zayn's body. Zayn's hands found Liam's short hair and tugged, making him moan into Zayn's mouth. Zayn smirked against his lips and bit down on the pink bottom lip to earn a satisfied groan from the slave.

Liam still needed more. Now that he'd gotten a taste of Zayn he needed more. "Can you touch me?"

Zayn chuckled and kissed along his jaw. "I am touching you." Liam groaned in frustration, but Zayn pulled him away by his hair. "Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry," he retracted immediately. "Please, I just-I need you."

Zayn licked over his lips slowly, biding time to think. Liam watched his movement with dark eyes, mimicking him unconsciously. "I can't actually touch you, Liam." Liam's face scrunched up like he wanted to whine, but kept silent. "It wouldn't be right. Not until you're mine."

"But it's just us. Who will know?"

"I will. And you will. All a Master really has is his honor. If I take you, inappropriately, then I've lost any honor our future relationship will have."

"I don't care." Liam was frantic now, hands sliding under Zayn's tee, and scratching across the thin skin of his hips. "I'll do it anyway. I don't care."

Zayn huffed a stern sound and pushed Liam's hands off. "I care. You are all I care about. I won't let you ruin yourself for me."

"But-"

"I can't touch you." Zayn rubbed his hand along Liam's hairline. "But," he sighed, "I'll let you touch me."

Liam brightened at that, a small smile creeping into his face, teeth blue because of the movie's lighting. "Really?" His hands started fidgeting again, finding their way to his skin. Under his collar, under his hem, along his sleeve.

"If that's you want, then yes."

"I do. I want to."

"Baby," he mused and pulled Liam closer again, so he was actually straddling him in the theatre seat. "I could never actually say no to you." Liam's mischievous tongue peeked out from between his lips in that cute way that made Zayn just want to ruin him. His actual need to take every cute thing about this man and make it into something desperate and primal was making flames spread across his skin. He growled with need and started fumbling with his jeans.

Liam bit his lip to contain his smile as he shifted so Zayn could push his jeans down off his hips. The material bunched up under Liam's legs, but he ignored it because this was it. "Zayn," he said without taking his eyes off where his hands were working.

"What is it, baby?"

Liam had to close his eyes at the use of the name, one that Zayn was becoming quickly fond of, Liam could tell. "I've never seen you before."

Zayn's hands paused on the waistband of his pants. He lifted Liam's chin up with his fingers to look at him, but Liam's eyes kept fighting to look back down, like if he looked away his opportunity would disappear. "And you don't have to, Liam. I could sit right here and kiss you all day."

"No," Liam urged. "I mean, yes," he amended, "but no. I want to. I, I want to know what you look like, what you feel like. I want to have something to think about when I'm alone."

Zayn swallowed hard. "God, Liam."

"I'll be able to remember everything. I can remember how you felt in my hand, whether you were thick or long. The sounds you make. What you look like when you come. I want..." He pressed his hands to Zayn's hips, on either side of his aching hard on. "I want to remember everything."

Zayn's hand flew to his bulge and he pressed the heel of his hand into himself to stave off his orgasm. "Touch me," he ordered, quiet and stern.

Liam shivered at the command and pulled Zayn's pants down enough to pull his length out. Liam couldn't look anywhere else. He wanted to get on his knees on the dirty theatre floor and feel Zayn pressed into his mouth until Zayn filled his throat. He wanted to burn his clothes off so Zayn could stretch and fill him with his seed. But Zayn only told him he could touch.

So he wrapped his hand around Zayn's hard shaft and felt the heat of his skin against his palm. He swallowed dryly before smiling. He didn't look away but leaned down and let his forehead rest on Zayn's chest while his free hand slid up his shirt to trail over the indentations of his torso. "Thank you," he whispered into his shirt.

Zayn actually laughed, stilted and quiet. "I feel," he groaned lowly. "I feel like I should be thanking you."

Liam smirked and kissed his chest through the cotton before moving his hand in long strokes. Zayn's thighs tensed under him and his hands found Liam's hips. "Tighter, baby," he instructed. Liam closed his fist harder around Zayn making him moan, his head falling back on the seat. "Just like that," he breathed into the dark room.

Zayn rolled his hips into Liam's hand fluidly, moving with his strokes to work him ever closer. Liam ran his thumb along the underside of his head, making Zayn's fingernails dig into his hip, before thumbing up and over his head, across his wet slit.

"Fuck, Li," Zayn panted. "Again." Liam obeyed and swiped through the precome collecting on Zayn's tip. Zayn bucked a little in Liam's hold. He moaned, "Liam," and slid his hand under Liam's shirt, up and down his side. "So good, slave. Faster."

Liam was beaming listening to the hitch in Zayn's voice, the rough undertone that colored his words with desire. Liam did that. He pumped him faster, feeling how much Zayn's body would shake when he twisted just under the head. "Liam, Li-fuck, I'm-" He gripped Liam's side, fingers leaving bruises with his force, as he came over Liam's hand and wrist. He bucked harder into Liam's fist as he rode out his orgasm before his body relaxed back against the seat and he tried to catch his breath.

Zayn opened his eyes to see a smiling Liam perched on his lap with the tips of two cum-coated fingers in his mouth. Zayn groaned and closed his eyes again. "Stop that." Liam made a disgruntled sound then Zayn heard a wet pop. He opened his eyes to Liam's soft frown. "No, I," Zayn chuckled, "I didn't mean actually stop. I just..." He inhaled enough to speak through shaking, "I just meant stop being so...tempting."

Liam's tongue snaked out and swiped up a little bit of cum that he'd gotten on his lip. Zayn bit his own lip to contain himself. "But that's my job," Liam teased. "I'm meant to be tempting."

Zayn nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Well, you are very good at your job." He looked down to Liam's still dirty hand. "Swallow the rest of it." Liam squirmed on Zayn's lap as he lifted his hand to his mouth and snaked his tongue out to gather more of the white liquid. Zayn watched and he idly tucked himself away. Liam sucked on wet patches of skin until his hand was clean of Zayn's release. "Good boy."

Liam squirmed some more. Zayn looked down to see Liam's very obvious problem. "I know you can't," Liam hurried. "Trust me, I'm fine," Liam beamed. "I'm really close anyway and it's not about me. I'm only meant to please you."

Zayn let his hand fall down Liam's flank and ghosted over his zipper. Liam inhaled a stuttered breath. "The most perfect slave," Zayn mused.

"Kiss me," Liam requested. Zayn hummed and pressed his lips lightly to Liam's. He knew if he opened Liam's mouth with his tongue he would taste himself, and that made him feel so powerful.

The credits on the movie were rolling and the lights went from dark to dim. Zayn startled and pulled away. "Oh, we should go."

Liam looked like he wanted to protest, but didn't. He just played the fingers of his clean hand in patterns on Zayn's shirt. "I have to go to my ceremony planner's today."

Zayn heard the defeat in Liam's voice. "Are you using Cecilia? I assume," he guessed. Liam nodded and gripped tighter at Zayn's shirt. Zayn could see how much Liam needed him right now. He needed closeness, and comfort. "I could-They know me there. I could go with you."

"But you can't be seen there with me. With me anywhere actually."

Zayn scratched comfortingly along the short hairs at Liam's neck. "I have access to the back entrance and they know I require one hundred percent confidentiality. Always have. We'll be safe there."

"You want to go with me? To help plan my ceremony for another Master."

Zayn's jaw tightened at the mention. "No. No. But I don't want you to be alone. And plus," he kissed lightly along Liam's jaw, "I can learn what you want in our ceremony."

Liam smiled and turned his head to kiss Zayn for real. "Thank you." He pressed the words like a gift to Zayn's lips.

"Come on," Zayn said and tapped Liam's thigh. "We should go before workers come in."

They were giddy and flirty as they righted themselves and started down the stairs,. Liam wrapped a hand around Zayn's small wrist, fingers against his pulse, while Zayn smacked his bum playfully. The light of the hall blinded them, making Liam turn and hide his face momentarily in Zayn's shoulder.

"Hey, let me call Cecilia and let her know I'm coming." Zayn patted his pockets for his phone and came up empty. "It must've fallen out while..." he stopped himself, making Liam smirk. He thumbed back towards he door. "I'll go get it, wait for me."

Zayn turned and went back into the dark room while Liam leaned against the wall with an uncontrollable smile. They were going to be okay. They would figure this out, and soon Liam would belong to Zayn.

"Liam," he heard a sharp voice bellow.

Liam's head snapped up. "Sir."

"I've been looking everywhere for you."