Hide & Seek (Larry Stylinson AU)

WARNING: SMUT! This chapter is long to cover up for Chapter 10 being so short :) so remember this chapter has smut content and if you're uncomfortable with it, skip it right to the end. Also, this is my first smut so forgive my amateurish techniques. Please read my notes at the end :) My arms give up on their quest to fight Harry and win, his strength is much too great for me at this moment in time. I imagine what it would be like, for them to discover my body probably mutilated in the morning. I do not fear death, I fear the pain that always accompanies it. "Look at me." He softly bumps my cheek with his nose. It's cold. I refuse to listen to him, and he finds my immature rebellion to be amusing. He presses his lips to my cheek, then my jaw again, my chin and my forehead. I grow hopelessly limp. He lowers himself down to be half an inch above my body, that is struggling to be shiver-free. I am bound with my arms above my head, by a strong piece of fabric; one that won't release me no matter the amount of force I apply. I try to lift myself off the mattress and catch a glimpse of what it is, but my body only presses against Harry's further with that sort of movement, and he is not displeased. My brows knit together when I feel his breath fan my own lips, a gust of scented air that fills my nostrils. I groan discontentedly when he drops his mouth to mine, capturing my lips with his and my heart fails altogether. *NARRATOR POV* Louis is caught off guard by Harry's advances, when he expected a near fatal outcome. But this isn't it, not that it is a step up or anything. Harry's mouth is hard, cold and fervent on Louis' though he himself has never gone this far before. He couldn't help it, he wanted to know what this warmth felt like so he succumbed to the intrigue. Though Louis' actions are weak and repulsive, Harry is ardent and urgently coaxing a desirable reaction from him. His mouth moves on Louis' begging for some kind of response. Louis is dumbfounded but his nerves seem to have gotten ahead of him. He responds as best as he can, lifting his head off the pillow to answer Harry's demands. He didn't know what he was doing, but he couldn't stop it either. Harry wanted this. He needed this. To experience a different kind of familiarity, warmth and relation. He holds Louis fast with a hand cupping his cheek once he's gotten what he wanted. Harry moans involuntarily pressing his lips harder against Louis, beckoning his movements to his rhythm. "Untie me." Louis pants when Harry pulls back. Harry shakes his head. "Not yet, Lou." That bothered Louis, it nagged on his inner perspective suggesting that Harry still had dreadful intentions for him. He decides to let things play out. He doesn't want Harry to go too far but when he plants his mouth on Louis' again, there's no stopping his throaty moan from an unknown part of his conscious. Harry runs his tongue along Louis' bottom lip, slowly as he fists Louis' hair in one hand and settles his palm flat on the mattress on one side of his head. He's gotten impatient, and forces Louis to lift up off the bed closer to his body. His fingers are knotted in Louis' hair, holding Louis to him, and making Louis let him in. When Louis moans again it is Harry's motivation and reward, he smirks against Louis' lips with their mouths moving as a singular unit. Harry liked how this felt, it was new but ignited a spark he'd never discovered prior to this. Louis' breathing is shallow and ragged when Harry pulls away, before beginning a sweet trail down his neck he pecks Louis' lips once more reveling in the taste of him. Harry didn't know what he was doing, but he wasn't going to stop. *LOUIS POV* My earlobe. The skin below my ear. My jaw. My neck. Below my chin. My Adam's Apple. Harry leaves no spot unkissed on his mission and I'm more uncomfortable now that I can't move than before. His shoulders block my vision from catching sight of anything else in this room. My eyes squint to adjust to the darkness. Harry's other hand, cold and large settles on my hip. My breath hitches and I almost choke on dry air. "Shhh." Harry repeats, softer so it's like a gentle cautioning. "I won't hurt you." "My wrists hurt." I say honestly, trying to hone in the helpless side of my which will maybe get a positive response. He looks up at me like he might consider it. "Almost, Lou. I promise." His fingers are sticks of ice when he grips the hem of my T-shirt in his hand, ever so slowly tugging it up a centimeter at a time. He drops his mouth to the newly exposed skin, I gulp down my fear when he kisses the open spot. His lips are warm now, smoother than when they'd come into contact with my own. My eyelids flutter closed again before I can help it, and Harry lifts the shirt up higher until my torso is revealed. He can't take off the shirt, so he uses it to completely cloud my vision. "Harry-" I start but he silences me with a swift kiss. "Trust me. Believe that I'll never hurt you." His hands relocate to my waist, grazing the skin without touching it. "Ever." "Do you trust me?" I ask, turning the tables on him. He presses his chin, lips and the tip of his nose to my chest taking deep breaths making me believe he won't answer me. "I will untie you, Lou." He kisses the skin. "Do you think I'd cause you any kind of pain?" I gasp and am thankful for the coverage of my face, when he wraps his lips around my left nipple. I hiss not knowing how else to depict my shock and discomfort at this intimacy. "Relax, Lou. It's just me and you." Harry says softly. Harry grabs my hips, making them move at his command since my strength resources have been exhausted. He kisses and teases my one nipple until I'm full-blown squeamish. This amuses him. "Sensitive?" He asks planting a kiss a little lower than necessary. I nod involuntarily to answer him, feeling rude if I left it hanging in the air. I try to lift my knees but Harry's mass weighs them down pinning all of me to the mattress. There was a slight part of me, that didn't have the urge to fight or resist anymore. Harry's touch was far from gentle but it wasn't loathsome. Harry comes back up to my mouth, and I subconsciously start finding myself liking his touch, his actions, what he was doing though initially it was against my will. Initially. I feel chilly when his lips part from my skin, and they resurface a great deal lower down on my hip. I cannot see a thing, cannot predict his next move and it did not trouble me. I felt my fear for him melt away to a neverland and a new shell growing. An alien one. Harry kisses his way across my hip bone just above the belt that's looped through the band of my pants. He hooks his fingers through the loops, with fighting with the belt for space. His smirk can be felt against my lower belly, and his fingers make one tug on the fabric. I go rigid. *NARRATOR POV* Since it seems that Louis no longer has control of his acquiesce and anti-defiant actions, he remains still and masked by his own T-shirt. Waiting. "No." He suddenly speaks when Harry's hands gain some more kinetic energy and try pulling on his trousers again. Harry stops and looks up at him without question, waiting for a valid reason as to why he should. "I-I can't do this." Louis stutters. He's never approached the stuttering world before. "Not with you. Not like this." "Not with me?" Harry is offended. He rests his prickly chin on Louis' tummy. "I mean.........I'm not....this." "I'd beg to differ, Lou." He says propping himself up on his elbows. He decides to do something brave, he knew it would provoke Louis' discomfort but he also knew that the irritability would wear off. He brushes his fingertips across the fabric covering Louis' crotch. Louis sucks in a deep breath and a shiver runs through his body. Harry knew he was getting somewhere now. He ignores Louis' reluctant shifting about, and pops the button on his jeans with his apt fingers. "I don't want anyone else." Harry repeats dragging Louis' pants down to his ankles. He'd already removed his shoes while Louis was knocked out. "Why not?" Louis abruptly asks. Harry frowns. "Because I find you exceptional." That gave Louis something to think about. Later, when he wasn't in such a vulnerable position. "This is rape." Louis says to Harry when he feels a leg settle on either side of him. Harry chuckles and lowers his mouth to Louis', who is oddly more hesitant than before. He doesn't kiss back and Harry grows impatient and annoyed. He pulls back briefly. "Kiss me." He growls in demand. Louis does. He thinks that if he just let Harry do as he wished, he'd survive the night. This would have to be dealt with in the morning however, and dawn was a long time from now. Harry holds onto Louis like his lifeline was connected to him, he had to admit to himself that restraining Louis was a bad idea. He wanted Louis to touch him, this warmth he felt would be magnified in that way. Harry's tongue slips past Louis' lips and starts exploring the inside of his mouth. Harry felt Louis between his legs, his previous argument falls under null-and-void when his bulge starts showing through his tightening boxers. Harry smirks against Louis' mouth. *LOUIS POV* Shit! What the actual Hell was happening to me? I can't be having a sexuality crisis now. I keep my inward thoughts and battles on the inside, awaiting Harry's next move. He holds onto my waist and his hips grind down against mine. The friction makes me feel weird and a little excited. I am grateful for being hidden by my own clothing. Harry's mouth leaves mine when we both need air, I bite my lip in either anticipation or confusion. When I feel him again it's down low on the waistband of my boxers. He curls one finger around it, lifting up the fabric then letting it snap down again. My breathing is shallow and close to panting. "Want me to...??" Harry offers smugly. Cheeky bloody bastard. I do nothing and he takes it as a yes. What was I going to do to stop him? He takes the elastic Jockey band between his teeth - I feel his molars graze my skin and his hands mid-thigh. His blunt nails press into my skin as he draws back taking my boxer-briefs with him. I cringe to imagine what I look like right now, and I want so badly to throw my arm across my eyes. "I knew I was right." He says to himself. What the fuck? I roll my head back into the pillow, eyes closed and teeth clenched when he wraps his long fingers around me. I couldn't cry sexual assault anymore. I feel a swipe of warmth on the tip: his tongue. The drops of pre-come that I admittedly know are present are flicked off by his thumb. It's not a fucking gaming console. "Relax, Lou. I'm not going to castrate you." Harry jokes. How is he not finding this utterly humiliating? My mouth goes dry when I feel his lips on me. They're not exactly skilled, but a small fraction of me was glad that he didn't have experience - I hope - in this. That fractional portion grows in magnitude when he completely engulfs me in his mouth. I feel the back of his throat and my hips buck upward on their own accord. He gags and pulls up a little to regain some oxygen. "S-Sorry." I find myself apologizing to which he does nothing. He takes me into his mouth again and I try not to repeat my endeavor. I moan beside myself and he takes it as a compliment and encouragement. His hands run down my thighs to the crook of my knee, where he hikes it up into a lifted and bent position. I feel helpless and I don't feel scared, which is a trial and tribulation. He continues his bobbing actions, a little nervous himself before hollowing his cheeks and summoning the deep, dark pool in the depths of my belly. I bite down hard on my bottom lip to suppress any sounds that are unnecessary and he takes no notice of my lip turning blue. His teeth glide up my member and it sends foreign but wonderful shocks up my spine. I can't hold back my moan this time. I feel my central nervous system respond to him faster than my mind can evaluate what's happening at any given time. His lips are plump and wet around me, with my taste in his mouth. "Harry- I'm- I can't......." I trail off for loss of words. That overpowering and deafening sensation comes over me and I have no time to warn Harry before exploding into his mouth. He surprisingly takes it without disgust, but shifts backwards a little. I wanted to be able to touch him, so I could guide him into doing it the way I wanted him to again. He swallows every last embarrassing drop of me, before coming back up to kiss my mouth. My most humiliating and probably disgraceful moment is now shared with Harry. His mouth is on mine, his desperation laced with gentleness and something else. I tug on his bottom lip to get his attention. "Hmm?" He mumbles against my mouth. "Untie me." I breath. "In a bit." He sighs. "I want to do something else first." Else? What else is there? I realise that he is a guy, just like I am, with a dick, just like I have. I wait patiently for instruction. "This part.......may hurt a little." He says sounding uncertain. My heart drops and chest constricts. "W-what?" I croak. "Only a little, Lou. I promise." What the.........- I'm thrown off balance mentally when he grips the bend of my knees and yanks them apart forcefully. I try to close them again for fear of being so exposed but he holds them securely in his grip. I hear a snap. A bottle snap like a lid or cap closing before a soft thump alerts me that it has been put down. I hold my breath is deep contemplation and fear. *NARRATOR POV* Harry closes the lid of the lubricant bottle and places it back on the counter beside his piece of steel. He uses the sufficient amount squirted in his hand to cover his length after discarding his boxers in a similar fashion to Louis' pair. He'd felt satisfied now that he'd convinced both himself and Louis that this was going to happen, and that it had a purpose. He holds onto Louis' hip with one hand and his perfect thigh with the other. Harry's always admired Louis' physique. He was healthy but a little hunched from bending over a desk; he was small in size and Harry felt like hugging him would be better than being crowned King. He wanted to keep Louis for himself. Never share him with anyone because nobody would care enough about him. Not like Harry did. "Harry." Louis croaks finally understanding what Harry's plan is. "It's okay." Harry removes his hand to softly brush Louis' jaw. He hesitates, lowering himself to Louis' level so that the warmth his body emitted would cover Louis. Louis pulled on his restraints and Harry ceased the actions by kissing him. He immediately stopped to be absorbed by the deed. He decides that maybe Louis needed to eased into something like this. He traces Louis' lips with the tips of his fingers. "Open." He speaks sternly but softly. Louis' lips part almost instantly and Harry slips his two fingers past the barrier into his mouth. "Suck." Louis does as he is told without argument and Harry feels his manhood react to Louis' actions though he may not be trying too hard. Harry's never experienced this, but he won't say that it isn't pleasurable. "Stop." Harry says planting a kiss in the corner of Louis' mouth. Louis releases his fingers but not before swiftly clamping his teeth down on the skin. Harry is surprised by Louis' bravery and mentally commends him. Harry's mouth is fervent on Louis' in a strangled effort to distract him, while he runs his damp fingers down Louis' body to his target. Entering one finger into Louis causes him to tense up and bite down hard on Harry's lip. Harry pulls out and pushes his finger back in until it's knuckle deep and Louis is whimpering at his mercy. Louis' lips trembled when Harry gave his finger a partner and started pumping them faster past the tight ring of muscle. Harry curled his fingers and Louis' back arched off the mattress from the sensation it provided him with, Harry's knuckles were deep enough to brush the nerves that had Louis fumbling for words to utter. Louis' length had started to stiffen again, standing erect and the tiny purple veins throbbed with the heat of his blood. "T-There." He says out of breath. At this point he didn't care about embarrassment or never having done this before. He just enjoyed the feelings he was being given the opportunity to experience. Harry's other hand fisted Louis' hair as he ground down onto the smaller bodied male. Louis was confused with all that he was given but he didn't complain. "Ready yet?" Harry speaks against Louis' mouth. Louis didn't hear what he said and so he didn't answer. Harry had to reload the lube having had the last dose wiped off, before he positions himself in front of Louis' hole. He was eager to take Louis and to be a physical part of him. But he was also afraid that he'd hurt Louis, he didn't want him to bleed or be bruised. He hoped Louis' body would accept the intrusion without difficulty. He has to lift Louis' hips slightly off the mattress to make it easier for him to push into him. Louis' head almost disappears into the pillow. His fingers and toes curl from the repeated feeling, his teeth clenched tightly. Harry slowly sinks into him letting Louis adjust to every inch of him. He is tight and already feeling sore, from the repetitive pulsing of Harry's fingers. Harry drinks in the sight of Louis like this, panting and needy, though he cannot see his face. Louis feels the ache like no other, the leaking length of the boy hovering above him is painfully prodding at his insides. His muscles relax then contract and stretch out again with each slight movement of Harry's. He pulls out and slams back into the boy making Louis scream from the brutal invasion. Harry fidgets with his bandana before nailing Louis' body to the mattress with his own. He continues to rock the tiny frame into ecstasy and bliss, ignoring Louis' pleasured curses as he fucks him into oblivion. Louis takes it like he should, giving no whining protests and shrieking from pleasure and pain as Harry mercilessly pounds on. They're both craving air but neither one makes an effort to inhale deeply enough. Louis felt like he was on the brink of breaking but the boy commanding him would not allow it. Harry wants to kiss Louis one last time, but it's already a bit uncomfortable for them both. Louis' length has started hardening again as his blood rushes down his body to treat him. Harry finds this to be the most beautiful thing he's ever been a part of, and never wants to stop. That warmth he is greedy for overflows in this moment. Louis grinds his teeth and whimpers at the discovery and contact of a bundle of nerves. He's never felt that form of exhilaration before and it makes him greedy. "T-There. There!" Louis tries to calm himself but in the futile process his voice becomes grunts. "Fuck." Harry curses. "I know where it is, Lou." Harry delivers each following thrust with a determined drive, his hips magnetising and separating from Louis' ceremoniously. Louis screams on top of his lungs to try to release some of his pent-up nerves. His body began to ache, lower and in a region where it's never hurt before. But he was so close, he could feel his high coming and that, to him, would be worth the suffering now. His legs begin to close under their own instruction, but Harry forces them apart again to remove the obstruction that they would create. He would have what he deserved. *LOUIS POV* My fingers press harder and more harshly into my palms as I have a go at controlling what's being thrown at me. In me. Hmph. I groan from guilt and pleasure when Harry aims his thrusts at that newly uncovered bunch of merciless nerve tips that just drive me insane. My eyes are watery, but nothing spills over. My body aches, and Harry's teeth bite down hard on my neck as he smothers a moan. I let my embarrassment strike two when I let go again not holding back this time, and inadvertently messing my front. I'm glad I can't see a thing like this. Harry releases inside me, and it is a feeling I hope to forget and remember. It's an awful thing because I can't have it again, and a magnificent thing because I get to experience it now. Instant gratification in its finest form. I hear Harry's rough and unsteady breathing as he holds onto my hips, letting his climax be ridden out by slower rocking movements. He pulls out of me at an excruciating pace and I fall back, exhausted and spent. I let my torn breaths return to their conventional state while he cleans me off. Strike three. There is stillness that fills my ears, and it makes me agitated. Is he not done? *NARRATOR POV* Harry stares at the sharpened steel object like he's never laid eyes on one like it before. Louis couldn't see him, he could do it and not have his victim feel a thing. The hilt of the knife was a dull black, with no gloss finish, just tiny grooves and a misfitted shape from being put to use so often. Harry looks down at Louis, still and afraid under him. He liked Louis, enjoyed his company and this moment in time would go down in history, Harry never usually had sex long enough to come. He felt torn and indecisive. He raises the blade. With a skilled move he slides it across the surface of the intended target. Louis' binds fall away effortlessly and Harry tosses the knife like it burned his hand on contact. He dropped his weight onto Louis', who struggled to get his shirt out of the way. Harry brought his arms to one side of him, resting his cheek and wrists on the right side of Louis' chest. Louis was stunned into silence once again. He didn't know what to do now, he'd thought he'd either be dead or in a grudge match by now. "I'm sorry." Harry whispers so softly Louis doesn't think he said anything. "I don't want to hurt you, Lou." *LOUIS POV* "Hurt me?" I feel inquisitive. I bravely rest my arms around his back covering little but enough of his milk white and scarred skin. Harry nods. "I-I'm not used to this. To feeling this way." What way? I ask Harry this. Harry takes one of my wrists and gently rubs the skin with the pad of his thumb. Harry snuggles closer to my body, like I am able to offer him solace and protection. I feel him begin to slip from my hold, and I tighten my arm to keep him there. The red lines indicating blood loss around my wrists are prominent and now itchy. Harry uses a little pressure to rub tiny circles on my skin, the callus on his fingertips makes them rough. I can't swallow back my yawn and Harry looks up at me. "Tired?" I shift a little when an uneasy and unpleasant feeling starts to grow. "Yeah." I look up at the ceiling momentarily to catch a glimpse of a reflective surface the size of a nail. Stars. Wait. I look around the space for more clues and my suspicion is proven correct. This is my room. "How did I get here?" I ask baffled. Harry is casual in tone. "I almost had to carry you up the stairs. It was really dark." I become angry at realizing that either Dad or Phoebe could have been here, and for Harry to barge in with me in whatever state I was in would commence a nuclear war. "Was anyone here?" I ask. "No." "How did you get in?" "I used your key from your pocket." "Where's Hanayen." "That girl from the party has him." Oh. He means Marie. Well at least I can ensure his safety with her. On the other hand, I am at a loss for a non-jumbled thought and undeniable truth. I liked what we just did, dropping all the baggage for just a moment, allowing myself to find pleasure - riddled with sore aches - in being physical with Harry - the town's most despised individual - wasn't much of a task. I'd ignore what the townspeople said about him, but what I'd seen firsthand could not be disregarded. A chill travels down my spine, thrilling and freezing all the nerves in its path. I could not deny the facts, as unwanted as they may be, they were still the facts. I sigh. Harry doesn't seem to take notice of my internal relapse. He bends to pick up the comforter that had fallen off the bed in the heat of our actions, and our boxers as well. A car door shuts outside somewhere and neither of us care enough. We listen to the uninterrupted footwork of a heavy man approaching the door. I stop breathing and listen. Harry does do, and his fingers tighten around my wrist. There were no sirens. No buzzing of radio-talk and no shouting. One knock on the door. I don't answer and Harry doesn't volunteer. "What is that-" I start to sit up but the echoing ache in my belly, and the crashing sound of something downstairs causes my actions to cease. I attempt to get off the bed but Harry holds onto my hand. "Don't. Stay here." Harry gets up to stand at the foot of the bed, tall and almost demonic in his hunched over stance. Heavy footsteps resonates through my walls and two brief seconds later, the door swings open. Jeffrey. Fuck! Jeff's old age shows evidently on his face, and he glances from me to Harry shifting his chin a nanometer so it looks like he's shaking his head. He looks at Harry sternly, and that's when the sirens go off. More than there's ever been in a case in Middleston. Ever. "Harry Styles." Jeff speaks and Harry stares at him like he's Satan. "You're under arrest for the kidnapping, rape and murder of Elizabeth Hardy; the murder of Sheriff Jacobs and his Deputy." My heart rises in a lump into my throat, cutting off my air supply as it fights for space to pass in and out. "Harry?" I call his name in a hoarse voice. I stand up from the bed and he oozes tension. Jeff makes a move towards him, and Harry retaliates by stepping forward in front of me. I wasn't the one that needed protection. The ache between my legs is forgotten but the throbbing of my skull is still there. "Hands behind your back, son." Jeff says calmly. I notice that behind two officers in a uniform I recognize to be that of an urban city stand. They are stiff and cold, looking at Harry as if he is the watch no one can grab as a coin-toss. "Lou-" Harry starts but Jeff cuts him off with a curt warning to do as he is told immediately. The unfamiliar men of authority come around Harry's back carrying a pair of handcuffs. I start to panic and worry over what will happen now, he'll be taken away from this town. From me. "Lou?" Harry commands my attention while they pull his hands to his back. I look at him with my lip between. What do I say? What do I do? I saw this coming a mile ahead, and said nothing to him. I felt the pang of a shred of menacing guilt that shouldn't exist in the first place. Harry tries to touch me but Jeff grabs his hand and forcefully pins it to his back. He winces and I feel pain. "I didn't want to hurt them, Lou." He suddenly says. Even Jeff looks up but doesn't stop his hand movements until the cuffs are secure. "I didn't want to, Lou. I swear." He shakes his head staring earnestly into my eyes. My soul heats up and is scorched by this intensity. "Don't let them take me away, Lou." "It's okay, Harry-" I choke. "No!" He shouts when they pull him backwards. "LOUIS! I didn't want to! I swear I didn't want to, Lou!" I have nothing to say, just stare at him with my lip caged between my teeth. I step forward towards him and ignore Jeff's dagger gaze. Harry shakes them off his shoulders to try reaching me. "Believe me, please." He whispers so only I can hear him. "Come on, Styles." A gruff old man who I don't recognize orders. "LOUIS!" Harry shrieks when they bring him to his knees. I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. "Louis, please!" "LOU!" Harry's eyes bore into my very being. "Believe me, please Lou! She told me to! She said I had to!" What? I don't have time to ask him what he means by that. The two heavily built men lift him off the ground while he jabs and wriggles trying to get free from them. Jeff watches the incident with inordinate silence and I stare in horror at the threshold of my bedroom door. They took him away. And for the suckish news: :( I have mid-terms coming up in a week so I have to pay attention to that for a while lol. I promise to update as soon as I finish. And as I understand it, the trailer down in the Media section hasn't been very cooperative. So click the link for a better view: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BYz7_VqAlbA&feature=player_embedded# Enjoy :)

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