Calum woke up in Ashton's arms and he couldn't have been happier. Being held tightly against Ashton's chest, the older lads sleepy smile buried in his hair, their legs intertwined beneath the cozy blanket.

He wanted this forever.

Calum started to trace patterns on Ashton's fingers with his own, and Ashton smiled wider. He was awake, and had been for longer than Calum had, but Calum didn't need to know that yet.

"You make me so happy." Calum murmured softly. He brought Ashton's hand to his lips and kissed across it gently. "I'm already so attached...It's kind of terrifying."

He kissed each of Ashton's knuckles, then his fingertips. "I hope I don't screw this up, 'cause I don't want you to leave me."

Ashton thought this was one of the most adorable things he'd ever heard. Calum's voice was so soft, but almost wavering, and his hands and lips were so gentle on Ashton's skin.

Ashton loved this moment.

Calum smiled against Ashton's large hand, then pressed it to his bare chest so the older lad could feel his heart beating. "You're already my everything, and I'm so scared." He took a shaky breath. "I'm so scared, but I think that as long as you're with me, I'll be okay."

He pulled Ashton's hand from his chest and intertwined their fingers slowly, running his thumb along Ashton's. "And...I hope I make you happy."

Ashton's eyes slowly fluttered open and he kissed the top of Calum's head. His voice was deep, raspy and sent shivers down Calum's spine as be whispered, "You make me so happy, angel."

"Ashton!" Calum breathlessly squeaked. "You were awake the whole time, oh my--"

"Shh baby." Ashton cooed, trailing a finger down Calum's chest. "Listen to me, okay?"

Calum whined softly, "Okay."

"You won't screw anything up and I promise I won't leave you." Ashton smiled brighter into Calum's curls. "You're my everything too, beautiful."

Calum let out a soft mewl.

"You're so fucking perfect and I don't deserve you at all." The older lad gave a gentle squeeze to Calum's hand. "But since you're mine, I'm gonna do everything in my power to make sure it stays that way."

Calum rolled over quickly and buried his face in Ashton's chest. "I feel so stupid, I can't believe you heard all that."

He pinched his eyes shut tightly. "I'm so embarrassed..."

"Look at me, baby."

"No." Calum whined, dragging out the word.

"Please, Callie, look at me."

Calum slowly lifted his head, showcasing a little pout and his sad chocolate brown eyes.

"I'm sorry I made you feel embarrassed, baby boy. I swear it was the cutest thing I've ever heard."

"Really?" Calum asked quietly, his eyes shifting from Ashton's lips to his eyes.

"Yes." Ashton nudged their noses together. "Besides your precious little moans."

Calum whimpered softly and caught the older lads lips with his own. His hands immediately cupped Ashton's face, his thumbs running along the older lads jaw.
Ashton's hands slid to the boys hips and pulled him closer, letting Calum lead him in a fiery and eager kiss.

When Calum was first to pull away, Ashton let out a soft sigh. He loved the feeling of Calum's lips against his own and how the man's body fit perfectly in his hands.

"Ashton, can we..." Calum started softly, resting their foreheads together. "Can you..."

Ashton knew what Calum meant, but he wanted to hear him say it.
Calum stayed quiet and his blush returned.

"Tell me what you want me to do, my love." Ashton cooed quietly, his hands bringing goosebumps to Calum's tan skin.

"I..." Calum pinched his eyes shut and bit his lip. "Ash, I can't..."

"Oh, my baby's shy, hm?" Ashton quietly teased.

Calum whined quietly and shut his eyes tighter, repeating that small, desperate, "please."

"Please what, my beautiful angel?"

"I want you..." Calum whispered, scanning Ashton's face. "Please, please, please."

Ashton hummed, "I love when you beg, darling."

"Ash-" Calum squeaked. "Please, fuck me, hurt me, break me if you want to, please just do something."

"Callie, I don't wanna hurt you."

Calum let out a little whine against Ashton's lips and tried to move closer to him. "Please, I need you..."

Ashton grabbed Calum's hips and pulled him on top of his body. Calum, now straddling Ashton's waist, held their eyes together as he pressed his hands into the older lads bare chest. He slowly ran his hands downwards, trying to memorize the placement of each muscle on Ashton's chest. Ashton's back arched up from the bed and he growled the boys name softly.

Calum wanted to completely melt at Ashton's voice, but he continued to run his hands along Ashton's chest and placed his lips on the older lads neck instead. He kissed just below Ashton's ear, then left a trail of delicate kisses all the way to his adam's apple. "I need you, Ash, please."

Ashton let his hands travel across Calum's stomach and waist, which caused the boy to squeal. His hands then trailed to Calum's back, and he lightly dragged his nails down his angel's tan skin. That made Calum shudder, and made Ashton smirk. "You need me, hm?"

"I do...I really do." Calum muttered, biting his lip and choking out a small, high-pitched, "Ashton," afterwards.

Ashton loved when Calum called him daddy, it was actually one of the things he enjoyed most. But when Calum was desperate like this, him whining Ashton's name over and over again was the honey-haired lads absolute favourite thing. There wasn't a single doubt in Ashton's mind.

Calum whimpered as Ashton's hands found their way to his thighs and squeezed gently. Calum felt sort of self-conscious, but when Ashton's eyes darkened even more and he licked his lips hungrily, it really boosted Calum's ego. Ashton adored everything about Calum. He thought his body was stunning, and his mind was truly amazing. Ashton didn't understand how he'd been blessed with someone so perfect. Well, perfect for him. He didn't want anyone else to have Calum, because Calum was his.

Upon hearing that lovely noise, Ashton joined their lips in a sloppy, heated kiss. Neither of them could control themselves at this point. Ashton wasn't entirely sure how he hadn't already absolutely destroyed him. He could see how desperate the boy was, and he himself wanted this just as much, but he really didn't want Calum to feel like he was being used. Yes, he wanted to have complete and total control over the boy, but he needed him to know that he really did care about him.

Ashton flipped them over and pinned Calum's hands above his head with one hand, while his other hand went back to the tanned lads smooth thigh, which had wrapped around Ashton's waist. Calum loved how Ashton kissed him like he was the only person in the world. And truthfully, even if the whole world was watching, Ashton would've kissed him the same way.

But Ashton was first to disconnect their lips, because he needed to hear the boy say that he was okay with this. Although he had begged and pleaded, Ashton needed to hear it again. He would've never forgiven himself if he did something against Calum's will.

"I need to hear you, baby boy. Tell me that you want this."

"Please, Ashton." Calum begged softly. "Use me like I'm nothing but a fuck toy if you want. I don't care anymore, just please do something."

"M'gonna fucking wreck you." Ashton murmured into Calum's ear slowly, in the deep voice that drove him insane. He then tucked one of Calum's curls behind his ear and smiled. "But you mean the world to me, baby boy."

And he kissed him with more passion than ever before.

-

"Ash, I'm nervous." Calum muttered, breaking the silence as they drove along a vacant side street.

"Why are you nervous, darling?"

"I-I don't know. What if they don't like me?"

Ashton tsked and reached for Calum's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before bringing it to his lips. "It doesn't matter if they like you, Calum. I like you, and they believe in me. Most of the time, at least."

"O-okay. I trust you." And he did. He truly did trust Ashton, but he was still worried. It was to be expected, and Ashton understood. Calum was in a place he'd never been, surrounded by people he'd never met, falling for a guy he was never supposed to know.

Minutes later, Ashton was the one growing nervous as they pulled into a secluded driveway. He was gripping Calum's hand tighter, his own hands beginning to sweat beneath their leather gloves.

The area surrounding them made Calum worried and also somehow fascinated. He didn't care for new places, but he certainly found himself attracted to danger.

"Ashton."

The older lad only hummed in response.

"You're worried. Why are you worried?"

"I've never brought anyone with me. I don't know what Harry is going to do."

"We're going to be fine."

"Calum-"

"Stop. It's gonna be okay."

"I-"

Calum interrupted him with a soft kiss. "Enough."

"You're right. You're right, I'm being childish. Let's just go inside."

"Thank you."

They shared another quick kiss before exiting the vehicle, walking hand in hand up to the front door of the intimidating semi-abandoned building.

Quickly making their way inside, Calum couldn't help smiling at the space surrounding him. An eerily open space, dimly lit and shockingly quiet. Blood spatter covered the walls, chairs and various torturous devices placed randomly around the floor.

Calum grinned maniacally. "This is..." He paused, trying to find a fitting word. "Twisted."

"I'm sorry you have to see all of it."

"Are you kidding? This is what I wanted, Ash. I love it."

Ashton smirked cockily, leaning over to whisper in Calum's ear, "Kinky little fuck."

"Mhm." Calum tauntingly hummed. "And all yours, too."

Ashton grabbed the boys waist with one hand, and his chin with the other, forcing their eyes to meet. Calum felt his heartbeat increase at how dark and wild Ashton's eyes looked. The older lad leaned down and captured Calum's lips with his own, kissing him deeply as he felt Calum grab handfuls of his curly, honey-blonde hair.

The hand that was holding Calum's chin slowly trailed down his jaw to his neck, where he felt a whimper erupt from the boys throat, then down his side agonizingly slowly until it reached his other hip. He squeezed both of Calum's hips, causing another pleasured sound to escape him as his and Ashton's lips quickly, eagerly and messily move together.

Ashton's tongue teased at Calum's bottom lip, and the boys mouth automatically parted for him. Calum roughly pulled on Ashton's hair, coaxing a low moan from him that made Calum smirk into the kiss.

"Fuckin' tease." Ashton broke from the embrace to pant, giving Calum a fiery kiss in between each word. "You know exactly what you do to me."

Calum continued to smirk, nodded, and kissed him again. "Yes daddy." He whispered tauntingly into Ashton's mouth.

Ashton squeezed his angel's hips again, this time much tighter, and Calum parted from the kiss to whine. He loved how perfect Ashton was at mixing pleasure and pain. The older lads hands then trailed further down, cupping the boys ass. That made Calum take a shaky breath, but Ashton wanted to hear more. He squeezed Calum's ass in his large hands, causing the maori boy to gasp and whimper.

Calum locked their eyes together. Ashton's were dark and lustful. Calum's were desperate. Ashton ghosted his lips over Calum's, feeling the boys heartbeat speed up. Calum watched intently as Ashton licked his lips, then tugged his bottom lip between his teeth. Calum whined softly again. Ashton did not know if it was pleasured or pained.

"Hey, angel. Talk to me." Ashton cooed, placing his lips on Calum's. "Are you okay?"

Calum pulled away to nuzzle his face into Ashton's neck, mumbling incoherently. Ashton realized that him having that dominating power over Calum had made the boy rather submissive. Though not in a headspace, Calum was now in need of constant physical contact between him and Ashton. And Ashton knew that this was what Calum had been talking about when he said that Ashton being dominant would make him 'subby.'

A sudden loud slamming noise erupted from a door that was once closed, and a tall, green eyed man with medium length brown hair emerged. Calum gasped softly at the loud noise and wrapped his arms tightly around Ashton's waist. When Calum calmed down, he would probably be embarrassed, but Ashton truly thought that this was the cutest thing ever.

"Ashton! Where the bloody hell have you been?" Harry boomed, great anger taking over his soft features. Until, of course, his eyes landed on the pair. He noticed the child-like state of Calum, wrapped around Ashton, and the older lads messed up hair and red lips.

"And who is this lovely boy you brought?" He grinned, completely forgetting about the rage he felt for Ashton.

Ashton gave a peck to the top of Calum's head and ran a delicate hand through his hair. Calum was still humming, giggling and muttering to himself.

"His name is Calum." Ashton firmly replied, still playing the dominant role. "And he's mine."

Calum giggled softly, cheeks still flushed and not quite ready to engage in proper conversation. "Yours, Ashy."

"Oh, I saw." Harry quipped playfully. "Quite the pair you make. Plus..."

Harry took a few long strides over to where the pair stood. "I didn't say anything about taking him for myself. But now that you mention it...He'd fit in very well with my other pets."

"Enough. Just tell me where we're going."

"He's going with you?" Harry curiously asked, the grin staying softly on his lips.

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

There was a long, uneasy pause. Harry hated his authority being challenged. Ashton loved challenging Harry's authority. Calum was slowly starting to calm down, still however needing Ashton's strong arms around him. He pulled away slightly, felt Ashton kiss lovingly at his jaw, and heard him mumble, "Are you still with me, beautiful?"

Calum nodded sheepishly. He had been very excited to meet this 'Harry' character, and now, because of how irresistible Ashton was, he was probably making a fool of himself.

"No." Harry let out a long breath through his nose. "Just didn't think someone as innocent as him would be interested in what we do."

"Innocent?" Ashton repeated in a whisper, smiling. "Not exactly."
He licked his lips and smirked, squeezing Calum's hand as his eyes flicked to the love-bite that could easily be seen from above Calum's shirt collar, and allowing himself the pleasure of looking at his angel's swollen and reddened lips.

"Well-" Harry smiled, following Ashton's gaze. "Aren't you two just perfect for each other. Insanity attracts insanity, I suppose."

He reached into his pocket, finding a small slip of paper and quickly passing it to Ashton. "Here. That's all you need to know."

The honey-haired lad rolled his eyes. "There's never any information besides an address and a name. Why can't you just say it to me?"

Calum giggled again and snatched the piece of paper from Ashton's hands, reading it over.

Harry laughed. "It's all part of the image, darling. Image is important."

"Whatever." Ashton grumbled, wishing he was still alone with Calum.

"Now it's time for the best part!" Harry exclaimed in a sing-song voice.

"What's the best part?" Calum quietly asked, turning to face Ashton.

Ashton's face lit up, knowing what was next. "Weapons."

-

They were now in the weapons room, which was pretty self explanatory. Guns, knives and ammunition lined tables, walls and the floor. It was Ashton's favourite room in the building. It was his favourite part of the job.

He placed a pair of black leather gloves in Calum's hands and gave him a deep, sensual kiss. "Please don't touch anything until you put these on, angel."

Calum beamed up at the older lad and giggled softly, kissing his jaw a few times.

"Understand?" Ashton asked firmly, though he smiled a little at the feeling of Calum's lips on his skin.

"I understand." Calum promised cheekily, "But how d'you know I'm gonna touch something?"

"I saw you staring at the guns when we came in, darling. It's okay, you're allowed to touch, but please put on the gloves so you don't get in trouble."

Calum nodded bashfully. "Okay." He carefully slipped on the gloves, staring at his hands with an amused expression.

Harry watched the exchange carefully, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You needn't worry about fingerprints, loves. We've never been caught, and we never will be."

"It's a precaution." Ashton sneered angrily.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Plus, would you two like to save the making-out for when I'm not around?"

"No." Ashton replied, smirking. "You chose to be here, you'll have to watch."

Harry pursed his lips, wishing his own boyfriend were here to help keep him calm (and maybe give him a few kisses too).

"Ooh!" Calum exclaimed as he picked up a CZ-75 pistol. "I like this."

Harry sighed. "First introduced in 1975, the accurately named CZ-75 was the first commercially successful DA/SA 'decocker' pistol. Used quite frequently in our type of business." His tone was bored, his facial expression was matching.

"Are you going to give him a history lesson every time he picks up a gun?" Ashton asked, eyes focusing on the table as he grabbed an S&W .44 magnum.

"Why shouldn't I?" Harry countered. "He's interested. Aren't you, darling?"

Calum frowned. "Don't call me that."

"Why not?"

"M'not yours." Calum muttered, sounding almost baby-like. "I'm Ashton's."

Harry laughed; a forced, horrible sound. "We'll see how long that lasts."

"Fuck off, Harry." Ashton seethed.

"Don't speak like that to me." Harry firmly said, his voice quiet but strong.

Calum bit his lip, sensing the tension between the two other men, and picked up another gun. "What's this one?"

"Walther P-38. Officially approved by the German army in 1938, it was designed as a replacement for the very costly Luger P08. Chambered for the 9mm cartridge, it became synonymously linked with the Nazi occupation of Europe."

The Maori lad quietly hummed. He picked up another. "This one?"

"Beretta M9. A 9mm cartridge, semi-automatic pistol adopted by the U.S military as their service pistol in 1985. Still used presently, and is common in most children's war games."

"Fun." Calum simply replied.

Ashton smiled. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah. I don't need one, right?"

"Do you have a gun licence?"

Calum sighed. "No. But this is illegal anyways. Does it matter?"

"Not really. Bring a knife instead." Ashton offered.

"Okay."

Calum hummed and turned back to the table, eyes scanning over so many options. There were so many beautiful knives, so many different sizes of blade, and he had trouble deciding.

"Ashy, will you help me pick?"

Ashton stepped over and placed a hand on Calum's lower back, resting his chin on the boys shoulder. "What about that one?"

Calum picked the suggested knife up; he liked the way it felt in his hands. "Yeah, okay."

"Pretty sexy, right?" Ashton hummed against his angel's neck. Calum giggled in response, "Yeah, it is."

(The knife Calum picked)

"So you're ready?" Ashton asked, slipping the gun he'd chosen into its holster.

"Yes."

Harry watched them carefully. "Follow me."

Calum wore a look of confusion, but Ashton nodded him along. Hand in hand once more, they followed their green-eyed guide out a back exit, where the only thing that could be seen was cars.

"Why can't we take your car?" Calum whispered into Ashton's ear, brows furrowed as he stared out into the sea of vehicles.

"For security reasons, love. If there's cameras that somehow manage to obtain a photo of my car, they'll know I was there. And if I end up killing the person, they will have evidence that I was there, as well as a viable way to track me. We take these cars so we're safer."

"Shit." Calum quietly said. "I've never heard you say anything so smart."

"Oh really?" Ashton taunted. "Never?"

"Nope." The tanned lad calmly replied.

Harry's soft voice cut through their pointless conversation, "If you two lovebirds could kindly stop bantering like children and just pick a car, I'd be much happier."

"Relax, Harry. It's not like you have anywhere to be."

"Oh, but I do. And may I just remind you that I am wielding a gun?"

"So am I." Ashton rolled his eyes. "Shoot me, I dare you."

Harry laughed menacingly and pulled his gun from its holster, aiming it carelessly at Ashton's chest. Calum pursed his lips and stepped in between the two of them, his back facing Ashton.

He pointed at Harry. "This does not impress me. I'd like you to stop whatever it is you're trying to accomplish."

He turned to face Ashton. "And I'd be so fucking pissed at you if you died here because you couldn't think with what's between your ears instead of what's between your legs."

Harry was slightly taken aback by Calum's words. Ashton only smirked.

"Even though the thing between my legs can't think, it's still smarter than him."

Calum briefly closed his eyes. "You're an idiot. Just pick a fucking car."

"If I may-" Harry cut in. "I suggest you go with an SUV of some sort. Only to blend in with the neighbourhood, of course. Anything better than that and people will be suspicious."

"It doesn't matter." Ashton deadpanned. "I'm a man with a gun. Any smart person would be suspicious anyway."

Calum remained silent.

Eventually, after a little more arguing, Ashton decided on a vehicle: a red hatchback. He wasn't particularly happy with his choice, because Harry had some very nice cars and although Ashton didn't like his job, there were benefits. The cars and weapons mainly.

Calum immediately took his hand once more and dragged him to the vehicle as soon as he'd voiced his decision. Calum didn't want to be around Harry anymore.

"Are you angry with me?" Ashton quietly asked as the pair buckled their seatbelts.

"No. I just didn't want to be around Harry anymore. He was making me feel weird."

"Did he touch you?"

"No. I'm fine."

Ashton grabbed Calum's hand and brought it to his lips. "Okay."

Calum's cheeks flushed pink. "Stop being sweet. You have a job to do."

"I apologize. I'm truly sorry for being nice to the cute boy I like."

The tanned lads blush did not fade. "Shut up and drive the stupid car."

"As you wish, your majesty."

-

A short time later, Calum and Ashton had pulled up to a dreary looking street, each house more sad and decrepit than the last.
Calum crinkled his nose in disgust, muttering a quiet, "Ew."

Ashton watched him intently, smiling gently. "You're so cute when you do that."

Calum was snapped out of his thoughts by those words, turning to face Ashton with a smile. "You're so fucking whipped."

"Yeah." Ashton absentmindedly hummed. "Guess I am."

"So are we going in now?" Calum quietly asked, ignoring Ashton's previous words.

"Yes. But I go in first, got it?"

Calum nodded. "Of course. And can I say one thing quick?"

"Sure."

"You are killing me, Ash."

"What did I do?"

"You're being all protective and so daddy and fuck, you kept kissing me in front of Harry...I loved that." Calum groaned, remembering ever detail. "And jesus, the guns and the knives, please tell me we can use those later."

Ashton chuckled darkly, "Of course, baby boy. We'll use them later."

"Yay." Calum squeaked, already insanely excited about that idea.

Ashton loved the boys reaction to this situation. "Is everything how you imagined?"

"Mm." Calum hummed quietly. "So much better."

"I was wondering why you didn't say anything back there..."

"I was talking to Harry to distract myself from what I wanted to be doing."

"What did you wanna be doing?"

Calum let out a soft sigh. "I wanted to be in your arms."

"Really?"

"I suppose that's how it could be interpreted." The maori lad commented cheekily.

Ashton grinned lovingly. "Tell me what you really wanted."

"I wanted you to fuck me on the table." Calum nonchalantly admitted, shrugging as though it were nothing.

"Shit." Ashton groaned. "Is it bad that I was thinking the same thing?"

The tanned lad let out a soft giggle. "We just did it this morning, Ash."

"I know. I couldn't help myself."

Calum leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to Ashton's cheek. "It's okay."

Ashton smiled at the simple touch. It made him feel something weird. Something that scared him. "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

The pair once more exited the vehicle, hand in hand until they reached the front door.
At first, Ashton thought about knocking, but after realizing that the person in there wouldn't answer, he decided to simply open the door.

"Stay behind me, okay?"

Calum nodded. He still wasn't scared, because he trusted Ashton more than anything. And in any situation, Ashton would make sure that Calum was safe before he even thought about himself.

Ashton opened the door, wincing when it creaked loudly. He slowly stepped inside. Calum followed him.

Ashton's eyes first landed on the surroundings, disgusting and clearly not cared for. But what truly caught his eyes was the person sleeping on the dirty sofa in the living room.

"Shit."

-

who asked for a cliffordhanger?

i don't know. but you got one.

love you losers.

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