Happy #SlaveMeThursday!! This one's a bit long but I don't think you'll mind. I just couldn't seem to stop. Only a couple more chapters and then break time.

COMMENTS AND VOTES! MWAH!! Xoxo

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Liam was bouncing restlessly while Zayn drove, left hand tapping unnecessarily. Zayn was convinced Liam was still staring at the ring on his middle finger. He smiled at the thought. "Liam, be still."

Liam took a long breath and tried to obey. "Can I know where we're going now?"

"I've kept the secret this long; you think I'll break now that we're all dressed and ten minutes away?"

Like he'd just noticed the sharp suit Zayn had made, ahead of time, for his slave, Liam smoothed his hand down his thick button up. "This is too much, sir."

"I'll have to disagree. I would give you the world, Liam."

"I don't doubt it."

Zayn chuckled and took Liam's hand in his, fingers criss-crossing. "Please, try to enjoy yourself."

"Will you be there?"

Zayn furrowed his brows in confusion. "Of course, Liam. Why-"

"Then we have nothing to worry about." Liam leaned over and kissed Zayn's cheek.

"You're awful."

Liam rolled his eyes and sat back. "Okay, Mr. I'll-Give-You-The-World."

Zayn pinched Liam's hand playfully and turned onto a dirt road. Liam looked back at the receding town. "I should probably be worried, but I'm not." Zayn sent him a quick smile and kept driving, flicking his brights on as the light from the street lamps dissipated. "Still won't tell me?"

"Liam Payne, ask again and we'll go back home. No surprise for you." Liam huffed, but quieted. Zayn sighed. "Don't pout. You are the most curious slave I've ever met."

Liam mmm'd cheekily and teased, "Tell me more things you love about me."

Zayn barked a laugh. "Don't get me started Liam, or we'll never leave this car."

Liam's grip on Zayn's hand tightened for a moment. "We need to be paired. Now," he complained.

Zayn just soothed his thumb over the back of Liam's hand. "Soon. As soon as we're settled in."

"Not soon enough."

"You're worth the wait, babe."

Liam pressed his lips against a smile and couldn't break his gaze away from Zayn's profile. "So, are those plans we made while I was pretending to plan Marcus' ceremony still available? We did so much."

"I don't know. I thought Marcus destroyed them."

Liam nodded, remembering the day he went to Marcus' office, excited to show his dream ceremony, only to have Marcus shred the ideas with a scoff. "Yeah. I was just hoping..."

"Don't worry about it Liam. We will have the perfect ceremony."

"I know." Liam settled with playing with Zayn's fingers until the trees cleared and a large beach house came into view. Liam sat up straighter in his seat and leaned forward to see better out of the windshield. "Oh my God, sir, this is beautiful."

Zayn smiled at the response and answered, "There's more."

"Zayn, I-this is too much."

"Stop saying that. Just take it in. I won't get to do this for much longer."

"I'm sorry, I just-wow."

Zayn pulled up to the front door and put the car in park. "Come on."

Liam opened the door and grabbed his jacket off the back of the seat, shrugging it on as he got out. Zayn came around and took his hand, giving his ring a kiss before leading them inside. He opened the front door and they walked through the mostly dark house. Only the lights in the hallway were on, and they were cued low. Zayn didn't stop as he pulled Liam through to the back door. Liam's mouth fell open as they exited onto the back patio and he saw a small army of people waiting for them.

"Surprise!"

Liam instantly tucked himself against Zayn's back, hand held tight. "What is this?"

Zayn pulled Liam out so everyone could see him. "This is everyone that wanted to say congratulations on our engagement. Happy engagement, baby." Zayn pulled Liam in and gave him a gentle kiss.

"Zayn," Liam breathed. "I don't know what to say."

"How about you tell me that you love me. That always works for me."

Liam's smile threatened to break his face. "I love you so much." Liam gave him another kiss, longer and deeper this time, until he heard a small clearing of a throat. Liam broke off sheepishly, ready to apologize until he saw who it was. "Nicola?!"

"Liam." The blonde opened her arms and wrapped Liam in a hug.

Liam hadn't seen his sisters since he was a teenager. After his parents died, he'd moved away and flopped from Master to Master, falling into a bad ring. "How are you here?"

"Zayn found me." She pulled Liam back and looked him over. "You look great, baby brother. Mum and Dad would be so proud."

"Where's-"

"Me?" A smaller body hit Liam in the side and he stumbled into Zayn. Ruth just extended her arms, reaching for them both and giving them a hug. "Li, your match is so gorgeous. I'm jealous."

Nicola pulled her sister back as she rolled her eyes. "She acts like she doesn't have the perfect match for her."

"True."

"Is he-"

"Right over there. You can meet him later. Tonight is your night."

Liam turned to Zayn and shook his head. "Thank you, sir."

"Are you happy?" Liam could only nod, afraid that if he spoke he'd cry. "Then we're even." Zayn looked over Liam's shoulder and held out a hand. "It's lovely to finally meet you both."

"Mr. Malik," Ruth emphasized haughtily. "You're quite a man."

Nicola placed a hand over the girl's mouth and said, "Thank you for inviting us, and thank you for everything you've done for Liam."

Zayn thanked them for coming and they promised Liam they'd catch up before Zayn pulled Liam away. "I have some people I'd like you to meet." Liam stayed close as Zayn led them towards an imposing man and a gaggle of women. "Baba, this is Liam."

The man gave Liam a long once over before smiling shortly and reaching a hand out. "Liam. You're the one that finally tamed my son."

Liam flushed red and shrugged, thinking something along the lines of No sir, he's still very wild. But instead he just nodded and said, "I suppose so."

"Mum, this is-"

"I heard the first time." She waved a dismissive hand at the introduction and wrapped her arms around Liam's neck. "You'll make beautiful grandkids. This is so exciting."

"Mum," Zayn groaned and pressed fingers to his temples.

Trisha pulled away and fiddled with Zayn's hair. "What? It's not like we weren't all thinking it."

"I wasn't," the smallest of the girls piped up. "I don't want to think about Zayn-" she broke off and shuddered dramatically.

"Oh shush, Saf. Don't be jealous my pair is super hot."

Liam's laugh broke out of him unexpectedly. He'd never seen Zayn like this: relaxed enough to be...childish. He'd seen glimpses of his humor when he teased or joked with Liam, but seeing him with his youngest sister was almost enough to judge what their life would be like with kids.

Safaa blushed and mumbled something about how her crush is way cuter. The eldest stepped up and gave Zayn a firm hug. "He's perfect, Zayn. Well done."

Zayn smiled wide and kissed her cheek. "Thank you."

She hugged Liam next and greeted, "Doniya. Nice to see Zayn wasn't making you up."

"Nice to meet you."

"Let me hug him."

Liam was pulled from his current hug to be quickly hugged by a slightly smaller girl. "Waliyha, in case Zayn hasn't told you."

"Nice to meet you."

"Alright," Zayn calmed them. "Let me have a minute with him."

"You get a lifetime with him. You have to share tonight."

Liam's heart expanded in his chest at the realization. A lifetime with him. He took Zayn's hand back and barely restrained himself from lunging into some wholly inappropriate snogging session. Turns out Zayn's mind was on the same track.

"Zee, your blushing!" Safaa exclaimed.

"Am not," Zayn argued, but Liam could see the distinct pink brushed over his olive skin.

Liam leaned in to speak against Zayn's ear. "Let's take that minute alone inside."

Zayn coughed and then stumbled over a few words. "We're-Liam and I are going-" he pointed back at the house. "We're-inside."

Liam said one more thank you to the Maliks before tugging a flustered Zayn back into the beach house. They were barely coated in dark before he was pressed against the wall, Zayn flush with his back. Both of Zayn's lean hands wrapped around Liam's hips, his mouth pressed against Liam's neck as he spoke in a rasp whisper.

"You make me so..." He tucked his forehead into the curve between his neck and shoulder. "I'm a fool when you're involved."

"But you look great," Liam teased.

Zayn laughed easily and turned Liam around to him. "No one is looking at me tonight."

"I am."

Zayn nodded with adoration in his eyes and kissed Liam's plump lips. "Please, don't ever stop."

"A lifetime," Liam mused, out loud this time.

Zayn's eyes went wide for a second. "I know," he urged. "I wanted to kiss you then, but I was sure if I started I wouldn't stop."

Liam couldn't help but laugh at how in tune they seemed to be. "You can kiss me now."

Zayn's hand started a slow path up the inside of his jacket. "Don't tempt me, slave."

"I wouldn't dare." Liam licked over his lips and let his hips sway, just a little, in Zayn's hands. He could hear the faint rhythm of the music playing on the patio and moved back and forth to the beat. Zayn's eyes fell to the movement, entranced by the submissive man under his palms.

Liam moved his hips off the wall, rolling towards Zayn, before sinking back in a wave of movement. He could see Zayn's Adam's apple bob in his throat and placed a hand on the side of his neck, reaching his thumb over to brush across the protrusion. "This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"Liam Payne, the things I want to do to you aren't nice in any way."

Liam bit down on a smirk and slid his hand up into Zayn's hair as he kept his hips rolling towards Zayn and back to the wall slowly. "Like what?"

"I can't-" Zayn protested and started to take his hands away.

Liam moved forward and pressed his body to Zayn's, moving his hips side to side so Zayn could feel how hard he was getting. "You're not allowed to touch, but you can still talk to me." Liam leaned in and kissed along Zayn's scruff. "Tell me what you would do to me right now, if my ring was on my right hand."

Zayn growled and pushed Liam back to the wall before pulling Liam's shirt tails from his waistband and sliding a hand under his button up. He curled his fingers and raked blunt nails down his chest. "You talk a lot. I'd fill your mouth with something more useful than words. First my fingers. Make you suck on them until you've got your own spit sliding down your chin." Zayn's other hand came around Liam's back and squeezed his ass cheek. "Then I'd straddle your face and make you take my cock while I use those fingers to stretch you open." Liam tucked a lip between his teeth and made a small, desperate sound. Zayn kept his voice low and his lips close.

"I'd shove my dick down your throat and watch it press on that beautiful neck from the outside. I'd have four fingers in you but I wouldn't touch that tiny g-spot a single time; I'd make you beg for it." Zayn tugged on Liam's nipple and the slave's mouth fell open. "Make you whine, mouth stuffed full of me until you couldn't breathe. Then, when you're light and pliant for me, I'd slide into your loose hole and make you come screaming my name."

Liam's head fell back to the wall Zayn could see the need in the lines of his forehead and the purse of his lips. "Sir," Liam croaked, voice thick with desire. "May I please touch myself."

Zayn wished more than anything he could just slip a hand under Liam's belt and feel him twitch. "You want to get this nice suit I got you all dirty?"

Liam whimpered and nodded quickly. "Please, sir."

Zayn shook his head. "No. We have to go back out there and mingle." Liam looked ready to cry. "What I want you to do is turn around and get your dick out." Zayn was almost shocked at how fast Liam obeyed. He knew he had a hand around himself when he heard Liam's deep groan of relief. Zayn curled his hands around Liam's chest, pressing his cheek to the top of his shoulder. "Work yourself nice and easy." Liam stuttered a breath as he started moving his hand, hips rocking back on Zayn in time with his strokes. "That's good, baby. Tell me how much you wish that was my hand."

Liam let his forehead fall to the wall as he cried low in the throat. "So badly. Please, touch me, please."

Zayn nearly did. He nearly disregarded all proper rules of his society and Liam's purity and wrapped his fingers around Liam's girth. But he wasn't even affording himself the view he actually wanted. The last time he'd seen Liam nude was against his will and he refused to let that tarnish what they had. He remembered that he had a lifetime to enjoy this man and instead tucked his hands back under Liam's shirt to toy with his pebbled nipples.

"Oh, God." Zayn smirked at that and pinched them between his fingers. "Zayn," Liam begged. "Sir, please, I'm so close."

Zayn nodded into his neck before giving the pulsing vein a kiss. "Come on, lover." He pulled extra hard on a nipple and warned, "Don't get anything on the suit."

Liam nodded furiously and Zayn could hear the sharp slap of skin on skin and then Liam tensed and shook under his arms. Zayn closed his eyes and just let himself feel Liam's body under his, how his muscles clenched, how his hips rocked wantonly. Zayn soothed his hands over Liam's pecs as the slave rode out his high before pulling them away completely and telling him to make himself decent.

Liam nodded and after a few moments he turned around with a bright flush and his eyes to the floor. "Thank you, sir."

"I don't know how much longer I'll last, Liam. I want you more than anything."

Liam leaned forward but kept his hands away. "I asked you to touch me, and you didn't. You're stronger than you know." He looked down again. "Now, if there's somewhere I could..." He held up a hand dripping with white and Zayn closed his eyes tight and let out a frustrated sigh.

"I don't know if I'm crossing the line," he murmured before opening his eyes and bringing Liam's hand to his mouth, sucking the dirty fingers between his lips. He moaned around the digits and moved to lick up the seed from his thumb and the back of his hand. Liam watched with open lust, eyes dark with it. Zayn pushed himself away and wiped his hand across his mouth. "Remind me not to kiss my mother tonight."

Liam's eyes crinkled up with a laugh and he took Zayn's hand with his clean one. "Let's clean up," he offered as he led them to the closest bathroom. Zayn followed easily, watching Liam's body move and admitting to himself he would never have enough. Liam washed his hands in the powder room and splashed a bit of cool water on his face. Zayn gurgled a bit of the mouthwash he found in the cabinet and then washed his hands after. Liam made to go back outside, but Zayn caught his hand.

"I have something else I'd like to show you."

Liam looked incredulous. "What more could there possibly be?"

Zayn just nodded his head the other way, further into the house, and Liam tagged along. They walked back to the foyer and then up the stairs, Liam making it difficult when he just had to kiss him halfway up the steps. Zayn didn't complain. They turned down another dimly lit hallway and Zayn stopped at the first door. He turned back to Liam and reminded him with a kiss to his cheek, "You deserve the world."

Zayn reached behind himself and opened the door before flicking the light on and backing into the room, pulling Liam with him by his hand. Liam's mouth fell open for probably the millionth time that night. His eyes couldn't stop shifting around at everything, unsure where to start.

"Is this?"

"Just a sample of some things, but it at least gives you an idea."

Liam's fingers slipped from their firm hold on Zayn to a lazy mingle of their fingertips as he started to move around the room. "I thought we lost all our plans."

"We did. Marcus did shred them. But after he was arrested I might have gone in with a few friends and reassembled the plans from the pieces in his office."

Liam stopped in his tracks and turned back to Zayn. "You didn't."

"I did."

Liam had kept from crying the whole night, even when seeing his sisters again, but now he couldn't stop it. Zayn continued to astound him at every turn. He pulled himself back to Zayn and gave him a watery smile. "I take it back; this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me."

"It's for both of us. I mean, mostly you. I'm not really the party planning type, but still it's our day."

Liam nodded and laughed a wet sound as he closed his lips over Zayn's, hands pressing his cheeks. He spoke gratitude in broken words as they kissed. "How did I get here?" Liam wondered aloud.

"I'm not sure," Zayn answered anyway. "But I thank Allah for placing you here with me."

Liam let the tips of their noses brush as he closed his eyes and just sat in this moment. "Can we look around?" he asked and opened his eyes.

"I would hope so. This was a lot of work in a very small amount of time."

Liam went giddy, cheeks dented by his smile, and pulled Zayn to the nearest sample. The china Liam picked out with a few napkin samples. They even had their first initials printed on them. "Oh, sir, I like these." He pointed to the sky blue ones and Zayn nodded as he wrapped his arms around his pair from behind.

Liam walked slowly to the next bit. The fire lamps they were thinking about; there were a handful of them, assembled and either sitting on a table or standing on the floor. Liam reached out for one with stained glass sides and nodded. "What do you think?"

"Beautiful," he whispered and kissed Liam's neck.

Liam rolled his eyes playfully but leaned back on his Master. "I see you'll be no help."

"Hey," he protested. "When we get to picking your clothing I will help immensely." Liam swatted at his chest blindly and moved on. "Oh, hold on." Zayn left him for a moment and then was back before Liam could turn around. "Cecilia gave me these to label the things you pick." He handed Liam small tags attached to an elastic string. "So we don't forget."

"Thank you," he took them and placed one around the stem of the glass lamp. "But I couldn't forget this."

Zayn made himself cozy around Liam again and buried his smile in his shoulder. They moved on and even though the decisions were a bit of a blur - what's the difference between embossed and engraved invitations? - he couldn't forget the way Liam lit up from the inside as each new thing was presented to him. He talked about how they would dance when he picked out the dance floor, and how sharp Zayn would look with a certain flower pinned to his shirt.

They talked about music and Zayn could've melted when Liam mentioned wanting to walk down the aisle to a single cello. The image of Liam walking towards him on their pairing day almost had Zayn falling to his knees. Instead he crashed their lips in a kiss and mumbled his agreement for whatever Liam just said. Liam, for his part, picked well in Zayn's opinion. Simple, casual. But beautiful. Not unlike the man himself.

By the time they'd made their way through the room it had been nearly two hours, and Zayn suggested they make their way back to at least pretend they attended the party before everyone left. Liam let himself be pulled away from his dream plans and down the stairs. When they got outside they were pleasantly surprised to see the DJ had kicked the party into full gear and the dance floor was occupied.

Liam tugged eagerly on Zayn. "Dance with me."

"I don't dance," Zayn assured and put his hand out in caution.

Liam made a face of mild discontent before he crowded in close and dragged his lips across the shell of Zayn's ear. "Then how about you go out there and let me dance on you?"

And why would Zayn say no to that? He nodded and Liam pulled them to the dance floor, pressing their bodies between other guests. Dozens of greetings, a handful of drinks, and two quick snoggings and Zayn decided maybe this was the best moment of his life to date.