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Niall’s currently standing on his favourite street corner. There’s nothing special about it really. The sunlight breaks through the buildings of down-town London and streaks through the trees, the locals are young, cute, and always seeming to live better lives than Niall, and there's always the smell of something wonderful wafting through the air from the bakery down the street.
It’s been a long day of wandering aimlessly and trying to find a mark when Niall’s about to give up and head to the train station. Just as he turns to start his trip, he stops dead where he stands instead. He's found someone.
A guy about 6”3 with light brown hair and the world’s most genuine smile beaming across his face. The guy’s smiling because he’s currently patting a strangers dog that is insisting on getting some of this important man’s attention. Niall watches as the guy bends down into a crouch and the dog practically tackles him to the ground with kisses. The guy’s giggling like an idiot and the owner’s getting all flustered and embarrassed because she can’t pull the damn thing back to give the nice man some room to breathe.
Eventually the man stands up and the dog looks more disappointed than physically possible as his master drags him away.
The guy dusts himself off, still smiling like an idiot, and goes to take a step towards the supermarket which Niall’s currently leaning against. The same way Niall had, the guy freezes when he sees Niall standing there, staring back. The guy seems to blush before he forces an awkward smile and proceeds up the steps and into the store.
Niall’s found a target.
Niall promptly slumps down against the wall until he’s sitting with his legs crossed, whips out his phone, and begins frowning at it until the guy comes back out. It takes a good fifteen minutes. When the guy reappears Niall curses under his breath and throws his phone angrily at the new born tree struggling to grow in the side-walk. He adds in a dramatic groan for added effect.
The guy stops walking.
Niall's in luck.
Niall feels eyes on him and looks up to see the guy staring down at him with a questioning look. Niall doesn’t even have to say anything.
“...everything alright..?” The guy mumbles. The guy suddenly looks very apologetic as if he’s just offended Niall’s very existence by asking such a personal question. Niall sighs (as rehearsed) and frowns at his phone now lying two metres away in a patch of dirt.
“...my mate’s kicked me out for the night.” Niall grumbles. “...again.”
The guy pulls his eyebrows together, waiting for Niall to go on, probably because he’s too terrified to ask another offensive question of this random stranger. Niall sighs again and runs a hand through his hair, then glances up at the sky as if he’s contemplating life itself.
“...he’s got this girlfriend that can’t stand being anything even close to second in his life, so she insists he sends me away whenever she’s over.” Niall recites. “...like I’d want to steal him from her anyway.”
The guy now looks like he’s contemplating something intensely but Niall can’t quite figure out what. Normally the suckers just take a seat next to him or help him up and ask if they can buy him a beer if they swing his way. This guy does neither though. The air between the two of them falls deathly silent for a while, until-
“Right...” The guy mumbles.
Niall doesn’t know what to do with that. Normally people follow one of his predicted patterns and he can persuade them following that, but this guy’s doing something new and Niall isn’t sure how to proceed.
Damn, he probably picked a dud.
The guy turns around and starts to walk off down the street but freezes mid step and turns back around. Almost... expectantly?
“You coming, or what?” The guy calls.
Niall blinks a few times in confusion but neither the less scrambles to his feet. He jogs across the side-walk and picks up his phone from the dirt then jogs over to the guy who could be about to lead him into a human trafficking ring for all he knows, but he doesn’t care. He’s so, so used to strangers now.
The guy doesn’t say anything else, he just turns back around and starts heading... home..? with Niall in toe.
Niall should probably see this as weird but he doesn’t. He’s too used to following strangers home. Too used to not even exchanging names or greetings. Too used to waking himself up at ridiculous hours of the morning the day after and sneaking his way back to the train station to change his clothes.
Niall’s used to everything.
Niall’s used to being used to everything.
The guy leads Niall to a pretty average looking apartment building. He taps his code into the pin pad and once the light goes green, he doesn’t even bother inviting Niall in. He just swings the door open and stumbles up the stairs, turning briefly at the top of the first flight to check that Niall is still following, and continues on. Three painful flights later Niall is led to a door numbered 452, and when the guy unlocks it and trudges inside, Niall takes a moment to assess the flat from what he can see through the doorway.
It’s well lit, high ceilings, well furnished, simple, yet brilliant. Niall thinks it matches this guy perfectly. Niall decides it’s probably alright and steps through the threshold, and the moment he does he’s hit with the familiar unfamiliar scent of someone else, mixed in with what Niall presumes to be the scent of a roast in the oven, rather than the smell of baking human flesh like it could very well be.
The guy dumps his bag of groceries on his breakfast bar then turns to face Niall with a slightly assuming look. Niall’s kind of confused but again, he’s used to it.
“Spare room’s that way.” The guy muses; awkwardly gesturing his hand out to a hallway off to his right. “Second on the left.”
Niall can't get a read on this guy but figures that maybe if the "spare room" really exists or not, it will give him a hint. Niall nods and goes to find his way there but his stomach betrays him on the way. It lets out an absolute ripper of a growl and Niall has to brace himself against the guy’s hallway to get himself through it. Once it’s over Niall’s body stiffens and he hesitantly glances back over his shoulder to see the guy standing where he’d left him, only now with his eyebrows raised and arms crossed.
You're really fucking hot. Niall thinks, before he panics.
His lies aren’t very intricate or believable, that growl could’ve knocked them apart.
The guy does nothing though.
So Niall breathes a sigh of relief and stumbles his way down the hallway until he’s found the apparently real spare room for the night. Once he’s had a look around and rummaged through the drawers of the cupboards in the room and affirmed he isn’t walking into something weird, cruel, and illegal, Niall takes a seat on the bed. Is the guy going to come in? Is he waiting out in the kitchen? Niall's trying to figure out if he's about to be shagged or sold when he gets distracted by the television.
This room has a television.
Sweet, beautiful, television, Niall thinks.
Niall instantly switches it on then flops down onto the bed and folds his hands beneath his chin. It’s only about half five in the afternoon. It’s too early to sleep with strangers or head to the black market. Niall thanks the gods that he’s been blessed with a magical box to keep him occupied for a bit.
Just over half an hour later Niall’s immersed in an episode of Friends when there’s a light knock on the door. Crap, he forgot where he was. He swallows a lump in his throat and slowly approaches the handle, expecting something significant to be thrust upon him by this stranger, but nothing is. When Niall cracks the door open he finds the guy already walking back up the hall towards the kitchen as if he hadn't knocked in the first place. Niall frowns. He’s about to take a step out and follow the guy when he smells it.
That roast.
And the heavenly scent isn’t coming from just the kitchen now, it’s engulfed the entire apartment. Niall’s stomach growls loud and strong in demand for it but Niall can’t give it what it wants. He looks down at it and rubs his hands over it to soothe it and give it an apologetic look.
Then he sees it.
A plate of roast sitting at his feet, complete with roasted potatoes, carrots, peas, gravy, and at least three other fancy looking vegetables that Niall isn’t going to bother to try and recognise. Next to the plate is a bottle of water and a knife and fork wrapped in a serviette.
Is Niall being served a last meal? Is he being fattened up before the feast? He doesn't have time to think about it. Straight away he dips down, picks up the plate, and starts wolfing it down. It’s gone in minutes. He skulls the entire bottle of water and sighs in relief as he sits back on the bed, lounges into the pillows, and pats his stomach. It doesn’t growl back, so Niall knows it’s oh so thankful.
Suspiciously, Niall doesn't hear any other knocks or sounds for the rest of the night. He's hoping this guy lives alone, because if he doesn't, Niall's going to be greeted by a spouse or flatmate coming home in total and utter shock and kicking him back out onto the street.
Niall unexpectedly falls asleep at around half ten with a full stomach and not a care in the world. He’s tucked into a nice, soft bed in a room with walls and a roof and he’s so, so warm. His pillow is soft like fairy floss and his blanket encases him in gorgeous heat and he’s just so happy.
Until he’s woken up at about quarter eleven to the sound of his door clicking open. Niall doesn’t bother opening his eyes.
He doesn’t bother turning to face the guy when he walks around to the other side of the bed. He doesn’t bother moving an inch as the guy lifts up the blanket and lets out all of his beautiful heat and slides in behind him.
He doesn’t bother moving when the guy snuggles up nice and close, snakes his arm around Niall’s waist, leans over him and starts kissing down his neck, pulling Niall’s body back to rest against his so that Niall’s ass is flushed with his already half hard dick.
Niall should be surprised, but he isn’t. This was a half-half chance after all. He’d thought either this guy was gullible and straight and maybe just putting him up for the night, or interested in a random bloke off the street. This time it's the latter. Niall really hopes this guy isn’t one of those dick-bastards that's going to make him suck them off all night, but he doesn't know.
He’d thought this guy was straight.
He’d been wrong.
It doesn't matter though. Niall is used to this.
He’s used to being brought back to stranger's houses for a night. He’s used to being bent over and fucked until he’s sore and earned his bed. He’s used to being felt up and drooled over and expected.
He’s just used to it.
The first time it’d startled him. When he’d been new and foreign to all of this, and some random guy had just waltzed into his temporary living room and mounted him on his couch and started undoing his jeans.
But now he’s used to it. He doesn’t refuse; stunned, and run out of the flat into the cold while half naked and half hard. He just lays there as he feels himself being turned inside out and fucked raw by a stranger every couple of nights. He gets a warm bed and a roof over his head and sometimes a meal and at least half a decent orgasm, so he doesn’t really see the need for complaints.
Now that Niall’s getting felt up and everything else, he bothers to think about what this guy had looked like. How he’d had decent honey brown eyes and a low voice that’d had his stomach twitching and arms that could move mountains. Niall definitely wasn’t going to complain about this one. He’d be used for his good ten minutes then he’d be able to go back to sleep and back to his world of warm, blanketed bliss with a full stomach. So Niall just lays there and lets this guy's hands do the work. Lets this guy continue on kissing down the side of his neck as his fingers begin to tug at the draw string of Niall's track pants and slide them down his thighs.
The guy's changed into his track pants too, and lost his shirt somewhere along the way to Niall's door. His chest’s still kind of damp from the shower he’s just had and Niall can feel the huge muscles of his chest flexing and pressing against his back as he starts working him over. Niall's a little into it.
Soon Niall's pants and boxers are gone and the guy is slinging Niall’s arm around his shoulders. The guy begins trailing kisses down Niall's chest until he takes one of Niall's nipples into his mouth.The way he sucks and teases and tugs with his teeth makes Niall moan and arch his back, grinding his ass into the guy's hard on. The guy's hands start slowly massaging away at the other half of Niall's chest and inner thighs and Niall's quickly becoming a mess. The strength in this guy's hands is enough to let Niall know that he's going to be taking it all night. Niall presses his lips together and tries not to get too hot thinking about it.
Niall doesn’t say much in bed.
He tries to be silent.
He’ll lay there and let god knows who work him over and he’ll almost never say a word as they do it. Something about the way they smugly look back at him if they manage to make him moan really pisses him off, so he tries to avoid it.
This guy seems to be encouraged by Niall’s complete and utter lack of resistance though. Or maybe it's the fact that Niall's unwillingly melting into the guy's hands and his cheeks are getting really flushed with just a bit of teasing. If the guy is happy about it though he isn't a jerk about it. He doesn’t smile or anything as Niall starts writhing and he doesn’t even mutter a few taunting words to see if Niall likes it like most try to. He just goes about his work until Niall’s quivering in his hands and he sees him as ready to be fucked.
The guy lifts Niall’s leg as he rolls him over onto his stomach and suddenly Niall can feel the cold lube dripping over him as the guy's fingers start making their way inside. This guy's way too patient, Niall thinks. His hands are slow and teasing and seem to only be focused on making Niall feel way too good from just two fingers.
The guy's trying to get Niall off. Niall almost can't believe it.
He's grateful for the slow fuck when it comes along, but even then most guys are only looking out for themselves. This guy's only goal seems to be getting Niall to cum just from behind.
Goodluck, Niall thinks. He's not that sensitive.
Quickly another fifteen minutes pass though and Niall's about to turn over and beg for him to just give it when Niall feels a fourth finger going in. He stops to think for a minute.
Maybe this guy is-
Niall glances back over his shoulder and sees what's hanging between this guy's legs, then bites down hard on his bottom lip. Niall buries his face into the pillow and fists a hand around the sheet and tries not to moan as he feels himself being further opened up. No wonder the guy is taking so long. Niall doesn't know what to do. On one hand his whole body is trembling from the amount of teasing and attention he's getting, he wants it so badly he's practically shaking. On the other, Niall doesn't do big.
He may not seem like it but he tries to take care of himself so that he’s not too loosened up and a lousy shag when he meets that someone special again. Niall might have missed a few sex ed classes, but anyway. Normally if he’s picking someone for the night that he knows will try to shag him, he makes sure to pick someone he can see isn't packing enough to make him walk diagonally.
But this guy’s packing.
A lot.
Niall squeezes his eyes shut tighter and tries not to focus on the feeling of this guy's hard on rubbing painfully slowly and teasingly against his lower back. Niall's torn because he really wants it. In a sole attempt at hesitance, Niall starts writhing a bit to try and hint to the guy that four fingers is maybe too much but the guy isn’t paying attention. He’s too busy removing his fingers and rolling Niall onto his stomach and lifting Niall's hips and rolling on a condom.
Niall doesn't know what to do.
Can he fit something like that?
Surely not.
It’s going to hurt, a lot, and it’s going to hurt.
Before Niall can choose between his brain and his dick though, his ass is being gripped tight and he can feel the guy lining himself up. When it goes in, Niall's eyes lose focus.
He was expecting pain or stretching or something else but not this.
Not this feeling of
O h.
The guy takes his sweet time and makes a real show of it as he presses in and slowly, slowly, lets Niall get used to it. After a minute or so Niall gets his vision back and he tries to breathe through it. Niall could have two hours and he would still never get used to it.
Like holy fuck, oh god, oh god, oh god.
After a while the guy kind of gets that though and leans forward, grips Niall's hips tightly between his hands, and starts kissing down the back of Niall's neck. It's sweet. The guy trails kisses all over Niall's shoulders and down his spine as he tightens his grip on Niall's waist until Niall's hips stop shaking and he relaxes into it.
It doesn't hurt. That's not why Niall is overwhelmed. He's overwhelmed because this very ripped stranger he picked off the street is kissing him all over and filling him up to the brink, but all Niall can think about is how he never wants this connection to be broken.
This isn't a quick shag. This is something different. This guy is something different. He's dangerous in the worst kind of ways.
Eventually the guy starts to rock his hips and pin Niall down as he slides him back and forth and Niall becomes an absolute wreck. Niall throws his head back and starts gasping as the guy kisses behind his ear and sucks on the side of his neck and fucks Niall so deeply that Niall isn't sure if he'll ever get the feeling in his legs back. He feels their hands interlock on one side and practically crushes the guy's fingers as he starts to come undone, harder, faster, until Niall is seeing a blurry haze of white light as he reaches first. The guy doesn't seem to care that Niall cums super early in, he just squeezes Niall's hand tighter and starts grinding into his ass slower to drag him out until he's hard again.
Niall turns over and tries to look the guy in the eye as he gasps back.
"Ah... not so deep, please." Niall manages. Niall's cheeks are flushed deep red and he's barely keeping his eyes open. The guy flips Niall over onto his back and presses Niall's legs wide apart, slides back in, and starts shagging him from the front instead. Niall arches his back off the bed and bores his head into the pillows as he grips the headboard.
"How can I hold back if you look like that?" The guy forces. Niall glances at the guy's face as he says it and feels his stomach do a thousand twists.
The guy is really into him.
The guy leans in closer and Niall can feel his toned stomach grinding against his dick as he fucks him slower. Before Niall can stop it he's wrapping his arms around the guy's neck and clinging to him for what feels like forever.
The guy smiles, not that Niall sees it.
Niall feels the guy kiss his hair and pull on the back of his head, and then soon Niall's seeing stars as the guy sends him into another ripping orgasm that makes his entire body shudder. The guy gasps and starts grinding it in deeper, harder, stronger, until Niall vaguely registers bruises being gripped into his thighs as the guy meets Niall in euphoria.
It takes ages for the two of them to come down again. They're both gasping and Niall hasn't let go of his grip on this guy's shoulders yet. He can feel the heat of this dangerous person still on top of him and gasping into his ear and he's getting hard again just from the feeling of it.
Niall tries not to say anything else but his mouth betrays him. When the guy pulls back from on top of him, Niall's hands are already looping themselves back around his neck.
"Hah... again..." Niall begs. "Fuck me again."
The guy takes a moment to look Niall over beneath him; legs spread, chest kissed raw, hair a mess and so sweaty that he almost seems to sparkle while he begs. Niall's giving this guy the strongest bedroom eyes he's ever witnessed. The guy clenches his jaw before dipping down to start on a really strong love bite beneath his ear. Niall gasps and fists a hand into the guy's hair to pull him in closer.
"...'m all yours." The guy breathes.
Another hour and forty five minutes later, Niall is passing out from a combination of pleasure and exhaustion with the guy still inside him.
The next morning Niall wakes up to something similar to an angel holding him close in its arms and nuzzling into him in its sleep. It has its legs tangled up with his and its arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Niall can practically see a golden, shimmering light surrounding him after last night.
Niall doesn’t want to wake such a creature.
He wants to say thank you for the food and the bed but he doesn’t, so he slowly and very, very carefully disentangles himself from it and attempts to gather up his clothes from the night before. Sadly though his track pants and boxers are both trapped amongst the angel and the sheets. He has no hope of getting them back without waking it.
Niall sighs and decides that the train station can wait another hour, or five, and climbs back into bed with the holy being with the golden skin and abs cut so firm that they are on par with concrete.