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The night air was cold as Niall let the door of the pub swing closed behind him. He shivered, zipping up his jacket and shoving his hands deep in his pockets cursing himself for forgetting his gloves. The streets were relatively empty as they often were on a Monday night, memories of parting pedestrians lingering in the form of crisp wrappers dancing on the breeze and stomped out cigarette ends in the gutter.
Niall turned the corner, walking back to the car park up by Moor End. It was a rather small multi-story car park, one which charged the smallest amount out of all of those near his work and that was good enough for him. It had been a rather shit shift, he hated when the night was cold and dead, leaving just the regulars and the odd couple awaiting a train or bus at the bar. It just made time stretch needlessly and most of the time he'd spend his shift wiping down the tables three times for the sake of doing anything at all.
He eventually crossed the road, breaking into a slight jog and retrieving his car keys from his pockets as he opened the door to the stairwell of the car park. On nights where his feet hurt, Niall would find himself contemplating the lift before deciding that he was a lad who ate far too many cheeseburgers to settle for complete idleness. Either way he was soon pushing open the door from the confined area reserved for graffiti tags and the stench of piss, before exiting out on his mid-floor level. It was his usual spot, the lower levels usually full of mid-day shopping goers when his shift at the pub would first begin so he'd often be parked up in a dark corner on a middle floor. It was only really Christmas or Summertime when the shopping centres were busy with tourists and present-buyers that he would park up on top deck.
He whistled brightly, some non-distinct tune that he could vaguely pin-point as Jessie-J as he made his way to his baby now in sight. God she was a looker of a car, one his dad paid for when Niall first exclaimed his intent on moving to England for Uni to broaden his horizons. His father had agreed of course, thrilled Niall wanted to see the world for himself and seeing as daddy's bank statement had a few extra zeroes than what was classified as usual, then Niall really couldn't turn down the gift of a brand new car.
Especially a car like this one.
It was beautiful; sleek and black, shining in the flickering light over head and sticking out like a sore thumb against the mundane grey stone structure it had been confined in but she was still a beauty.
It was funny really that Niall wasn't even prepared, didn't even consider it a possibility when he heard a rush of footsteps from behind him before a heavy weight was pushing at his back, crowding him against the nearest wall.
He gruffed out in shock, feeling his heart speed up as the primal instinct of fight reared it's much needed head and the blonde span around at the assault, elbow flying blindly and hitting the person attacking him in the ribs.
The stranger growled out, punching Niall in the jaw who was far too dazed by the turn of events to even dodge it. He stumbled back, gasping out in pain and moving to adjust his keys between his fingers. He looked at the guy just an inch or so taller than him, dressed in all black with a balaclava covering all but his hazel eyes. The guy seemed to notice Niall's keys then, making to snatch them away and it hit Niall then that this guy wanted his car.
That the whole situation was a mugging.
Fuck.
A million things ran through his head, what would happen if the guy had a knife, what if he stole his car, what if he killed Niall? So many thoughts and yet his mind stayed blank with his efforts to remain in the moment, adrenaline flowing through his veins like liquid heat as he attempted to hit the man who swerved it easily.
They scuffled for a moment, cursing and grunting under their breath as they collided together and Niall felt the rush of being pushed backwards before he was slammed against the cold brick of the wall once more. He grunted at the pain, heart beating erratically as the man in front of him held strong, Niall's shirt fisted in his white-knuckled grip. Niall's thought process was a jilted one as he reached up and ripped the balaclava from the man's face in hopes of whatever CCTV in the joint being able to pick something up from the fight. He tossed the woollen black material aside and despite his rushed fearful movements of defence; couldn't help but feel himself falter slightly in his own efforts to push the man from him as he was revealed.
His olive skin was glistening with sweat, long black eyelashes edging around those hazel eyes that stared bitterly at Niall perhaps for the unveiling of him. Or maybe it was the look a serial killer gave to their victims, one lined with aggression and an undertone of passionate rage. Whatever the look was it had his eyes fixed firmly on Niall and the blonde watched as the man's defined jaw locked. There was a moment where the thief's face contorted, eyes scanning Niall's face all over before he grunted again, bringing up a knee and digging it deep into Niall's abdomen. Niall folded under the pressure, growling out and falling slightly forward. The man held tight at his shirt, Niall using all his strength to flip them.
The stranger hit the wall with a thud, Niall laying his arm across his throat, leaving the slimmer man scrambling slightly. When he relented the pressure across his Adam's apple they stared at one another, chests heaving and body wired so tight on adrenaline Niall could probably in retrospect be able to pinpoint the exact moment where it snapped and whirled his thoughts and actions into chaos.
He had his lips against the strangers in a split second, the thief’s hands releasing hold of Niall's shirt to thread through the strands of his blonde hair. Niall held tight at the man's waist, pinning him to the wall as he licked into a mouth that tasted distinctly of coffee and cigarettes. It wasn't a bad taste, his tongue sliding against another as the man moaned under the feeling, bringing his hips forwards and nudging his clothed erection against Niall's.
That broke the kiss, alerting Niall to the fact he was really fucking turned on and perhaps had been since he unveiled the mystery man trying to steal his car. He felt a feeling that resembled shame curl up deep inside some part of him, perhaps a rather large part of him but it was caged up pretty quickly, locked away by the feral feeling of need, burrowing deep under his skin and setting his nerve endings on fire which would explain the exact reason he rolled his hips against the man's before him.
The thief’s head tilted back against the wall, hands clutching with more desperation as they started up a slow and steady pace. Niall couldn't deny that the stranger was hot. Unfairly hot, like a cross between Adonis and Apollo. Divine heavenly sunlight entwined with palpable desire. And yet Niall saw Ares looking down at him from a sloping nose, hazel eyes turned black and all that Niall could see was something dark in him. It didn't relent his pacing, their hips now set up a rhythm that had them both grunting and groaning in the shadows.
Niall tried not to think too much about the situation, about how the light overhead was flickering, how the evening air was cold as it blew through the car park unapologetically. He didn't want to consider the visible scars on the man's hands and how it probably had something to do with his lifestyle. Luckily all his worthy thoughts were banished as the thief smirked at him, guiding his mouth back to his and licking into it with an intensity Niall felt in his bones.
Before he could really consider anything at all, his fingers had found the man's flies, unbuttoning his jeans and thrusting his hand passed course trouser material and his boxers. The man released a fluttered sigh, rocking his hips up into the fist that held tight at his cock, pumping with a delightful rhythm.
He was big, a size that didn't really suit his slim frame but Niall really couldn't expect any less from a man with a face like that. Niall dived in for another quick kiss before gesturing for the man's jeans. The thief eagerly obliged, bending down to pull his jeans and underwear down over his thighs. Niall swallowed thickly at the exposure of his solid length, it was thick and even in the dark he could see the glistening of pre-come across the head. Niall was fucking twitching in his own jeans.
He found the cock in his hand with ease, thumb dragging over the head and eliciting the sweetest sounds from the man in all black. Their kisses grew more heated, fingers fisting Niall's clothes and trying to bring him even closer like he was prepared to crawl beneath Niall's skin. With how far gone Niall was he was beginning to wonder if that was possible.
He heard the slam of a car door from behind them and then brisk footsteps and it wasn't enough to deter either of them, Jesus when had Niall become that person? It broke him from the kiss though, hand still working over the hard cock that had the man gasping out.
“Hands on the wall.” Niall instructed and was surprised how easily the stranger complied, turning his back to him and pushing his arse towards him. Niall resisted the urge to kneel down and worship that arse, to lick so deep into it he'd pretty much be kissing the guy's mouth, instead he fumbled for the sachet of lube that Harry insisted he carry around with him. He made a mental note to thank his flat-mate for that little suggestion.
He ripped it with his teeth, watching him as he humped the air in hopes of getting Niall's attention. He was getting pretty impatient and Niall just carried on staring as he spread the cool gel across four of his fingers.
When his dry hand held at the thief's shoulder the guy fucking groaned, totally unfazed that his arse and cock were out in public as he waited for Niall's next move. The blonde let his body speak for him as he let his fingertip stroke at the rim of the stranger's arsehole. The guy was groaning now, body releasing shuddering breathes as Niall teased him and stroked him, standing up close so his chest was pressed against the stranger.
“Gonna shove this in now.” Niall said, because surely it would be rude not to and the guy nodded enthusiastically, an air of desperation taking over his movements, his arse pushing back and his fingers scratching the graffiti on the wall.
“Yes!” He shouted, voice echoing in the darkness as Niall breeched his entrance, cock twitching at the heat that swallowed his finger. The thief was soft and warm and he couldn't erase the pleasure that curled up in his stomach at the thought of plunging his dick into that feeling. He fucked into him a little, taking his time before adding a second, their impatience growing clearer by the minute, though the guy didn't even move to touch his dick. Good Lord.
“What's your name?” Niall asked, rather out of place with the fact he was already two fingers deep into the thief who was panting and resisting the urge to rut into the rough brick of the wall in front of him.
“Zayn, Zayn, Zayn” He chanted in desperation to seek out more than the blonde was giving him. Niall smirked, twisting his fingers with a quickening pace, the muscles in his arm threatening to cramp from the angle but fuck the heat was intoxicating. The tightness, the whole fucking situation really. It was so absurd.
“Zayn, spread your legs I'm gonna shove a third in.” Niall said and Zayn did the best he could with his jeans still wrapped around his thighs, he pushed his arse up further, groaning as Niall's fingers plunged deeper and fuck Zayn was so fucking needy Niall's cock was leaking all over the inside of his boxer shorts. He needed to be inside Zayn and fast, so fucking fast.
“Fuck come on.” Niall said, pulling out and trying to ignore the pitiful pout the stranger turned on him as Niall wrapped his lubed up fingers around his dainty wrist pulling him towards his car. It was an awkward fumble with his keys, especially with a needy Zayn kissing and biting his neck, rutting his hard cock against him whilst trying to stroke Niall through his jeans, but he got their eventually grabbing Zayn and all but pushing him onto the back-seats. He climbed in after, slamming the door behind him.
They sort of collided, mouths clashing and hands fumbling to tear away clothes, it was awkward, limbs and heads hitting off the seats and doors and the roof but soon enough Niall was lying on top of Zayn's naked body, their cocks rubbing together as their tongues kicked up a storm in one another's mouths. It was moving so fast, dizzingly in fact and Niall could barely even stop for breath, his fingers swooping passed Zayn's balls before teasing back at his slicked up entrance.
“Gonna fuck you up for trying to steal from me.” Niall whispered heatedly, nails scratching down Zayn's ribs, the thief arching up into the touch. He was a fucking vision like this, looking debauched without even being fucked, sweat glistening across the expanse of his inked skin. He looked sinful, ready to be worshipped by a guy who knew he shouldn't touch him but fuck he was already on his knees between those spread legs, fingers pushing back into that heat and watching with hooded eyes as Zayn fisted his own hair fucking himself onto the digits in pleas for something more.
“Fuck me up, man. Fuck me up.” Zayn begged, looking deep into Niall's eyes and fuck that was as much of an invitation as any. Niall nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to Zayn's hipbone enjoying the keening sigh leaving the dark-haired man as Niall moved to sit down, he shifted so he was in the centre of the seats, Zayn smirking at him and straddling him with ease.
“Bet you wish you hadn’t fucked with me.” Niall whispered, biting at Zayn's jaw who nodded down at him, eyes shut as he held tight at the back of Niall's head the blonde smirking as he held his cock up, nudging the tip at the slicked up hole waiting for him.
Niall's eyes rolled back into his head at the feeling. Zayn lowering himself onto the blonde's cock. He fisted Niall's hair tighter, sinking down until Niall's balls were pressed against his skin.
“Move for me.” Niall demanded and Zayn nodded with a whimper, hips starting to roll with a slow deliberation that only came with getting used to having a cock balls deep inside you.
“Talk dirty -fuck- it gets me off.” Zayn said, moving on the length inside him as Niall gripped at his hips wondering what the fuck he should say to that exactly.
“My dick feel good?” He opted for and it sent a flurry of colour winding up Zayn's neck that Niall couldn't help but lean forward and lick at as he fucked up as much as he could into him.
“So good -ugh- so fucking good.”
“I'm gonna pound you so hard. And you'll deserve it.”
“Yeah pound into me.” Zayn spoke and Niall saw it as a challenge, gripping onto the boy and flipping them so Zayn was laid out on the back of the seats again, Niall's cock still burrowed in deep from his position between his parted thighs.
“I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't walk straight for a week.” Niall said, Zayn shivering at his words as he hooked his legs around Niall's waist the Irish boy fucking into Zayn with a relentless pace. The car was rocking, windows steaming up as Zayn arched off the sticky leather seats, pushing back against Niall in hopes of getting more of his cock. Niall would oblige if there was any more of it to give. He just focused on rolling his hips into him, trying to seek out that spot in Zayn that would have him a trembling wreck that would regret even looking at Niall's car.
Zayn was mumbling incoherently, bouncing on the cock inside him as his hair fell across his face. He looked like the perfect representation of an angel drenched in sin, his fingernails scratching over his tattooed body and squeezing at his own nipples. Niall felt saliva pool on his tongue and he couldn't help but lean down and swipe it across the hardened nub. The position must have found the exact spot Niall was looking for because Zayn's head snapped back, neck bared in the dim light and hands reaching up and slamming against the window just as car lights shone through on it's drive passed.
“Fuck yes, give it to me Daddy.”
Niall growled at that, somehow finding the strength within him to fuck that extra bit harder, tilting to the side and enjoying the sounds falling from Zayn's parted mouth with every thrust against his prostate. Niall could work with Daddy, had never had to work with it before but he could definitely work with it if it left that blissed out look of pure pleasure on Zayn's God-like face.
He could work with it, and all the power that came with that word that somehow crippled the man who was in every sense a criminal.
“I'm gonna come, Daddy please, fuck!” Zayn cried out again and Niall sucked his nipple between his teeth giving it a teasing nibble before locking his eyes on Zayn and fucking into him. He was so tight, so warm and his muscles felt fucking perfect around Niall's cock and just looking at Zayn: a begging, sweaty mess of a specimen on his dick was enough to have Niall's orgasm chasing through his body and searching for release.
“Come baby.” Niall said and it was like he had the power in just those words alone because Zayn's back was arching off the seats and come was spurting out of his untouched dick, landing across his stomach in stripes until it reached his pulsing neck. That was enough for Niall and he let out a loud groan, milking his cock into Zayn's arse who rolled his hips lazily until they fell together in a breathless pile of limbs.
Niall had landed directly in the messiest patch of come, could feel it sticking to his eyelashes as he listened to the distant thudding of Zayn's quick heartbeat. It was slowing the longer they lay there, Niall's cock softening inside Zayn's relaxed hole. The whole situation was a mess. Niall trying not to think too hard about the fact he just fucked a fucking criminal who called him daddy and probably ruined the interior of his expensive ride. Zayn patted Niall's shoulder the Irish boy groaning as he moved out of the boy who scooted to behind the passenger seat, Niall reclining across the back seat, toes under Zayn's slim sweat-slick thigh.
Zayn let out a sigh after what felt like an age of silence, unwinding the window and Niall hummed in approval at the breeze. He didn't even give a fuck when Zayn reached for his abandoned leather jacket, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and lighting one easily in the freshly valeted car. Niall watched through lazy eyes as the dark haired man relaxed into his seat, bringing his arm to rest beneath the window, smoke filtering out the now parted gap, his other hand dropping and squeezing at Niall's bare thigh. The Irish man distracted himself with watching drops of condensation race down the once heated glass.
“I'm Zayn.” The guy reiterated, releasing Niall's leg to gesture a handshake. Niall wanted to scoff at that, at the idea that this man had any courtesy in him whatsoever but he felt so endeared or maybe humoured by the prospect that he accepted, shaking once before letting their hands fall together back on his thigh. Hands still holding.
“M'Niall.” He responded, voice croaky and edged with something a lot like fear. He had to admit, now the high was fading and the adrenaline was beginning to fall flat he was back to square one. He was now sat inside his car, naked with his attempted car thief, with the man who had physically attacked him, cheek still burning with the reminder of his hit. He shifted a little in discomfort, body sticking to the leather of the seat they had no doubt ruined together. Maybe that was all part of the car thief’s plan.
“Steal people's cars often?” Niall asked as nonchalantly as possible, using the hand that wasn't still holding Zayn's to request a drag of his cigarette. Zayn obliged, cheeks having the audacity to blush under Niall's words who sucked on the small stick and revelled at the faintest taste of the thief on the filter end. He ran his free hand through his hair, Niall watching as the strands fell against his sharp cheeks, styled almost like he'd crawled off the cover of vogue.
By any standard, Zayn was a conquest and a half, Niall drawn between wanting to cry in gratitude or to send a snap-chat to Harry. He did neither, decided to smoke and await Zayn's words instead. He did sit and wonder why a boy with Zayn's beauty had turned to crime though, to attacking unsuspecting people in car parks.
He hoped his shudder wasn't noticeable.
“Yeah.” Zayn shrugged, saying the word like it was obvious and Niall really was unsure what he had been expecting him to say.
“Right.” He answered, hand still holding Zayn's, so he noticed. “Fuck many of the people who you attempt to steal off?”
“No.” Zayn replied and this time there was a hint of a smirk tugging at the side of his mouth. It was weird to see Zayn like this, looking at Niall with humour and something distinctly erotic as he took another deep drag from the cigarette he'd retrieved off Niall before passing it back. Niall took it clumsily, smirking at the dark-haired boy whose hand squeezed tighter at him.
“Now, don't be shy. I've definitely heard that mouth of yours spew more than one word answers.” He took another drag, blowing the smoke at Zayn who took a deep inhale somehow defining his bone structure even more so.
“Really?” Zayn asked, pulling himself nearer to Niall whose legs opened invitingly, cock stirring visibly between them. “When?” Zayn pushed, fingers walking up Niall's thigh, nail dragging across his skin to elicit goosebumps from the Irish lad.
“When I was balls deep and you were gaggin' for it.” Niall teased, not surprised when he felt Zayn's hard cock pressing against his leg. Man, they were gross completely sweaty and Zayn was still painted with dry come and yet Niall had never been so turned on in his entire life.
“Only gag for it from fit Irish strangers.” Zayn whispered with that accent of his that was thick and rugged as he licked Niall's earlobe in between his teeth, Niall groaning embarrassingly loud at the feeling.
“Apparently I can only oblige for fit car thieving strangers.” Niall teased, enjoying that dark chuckle that was lined so painfully with arousal. His cock weeping at the tip as Zayn pressed impossibly closer.
“I don't just steal cars.” Zayn said as though in justification, so softly into Niall's ear Niall almost mistook his words for poetry. He couldn't help but stutter out a laugh, flicking the cigarette out the window above him before carding both his hands through Zayn's sleek black hair. Niall pressed a kiss to his jaw, following the defined line up to his cheekbone, Zayn breathed out shakily, Niall's lips teasing his earlobe before parting for his words. He wanted to taste Zayn's entirety, wanted to burrow so deep inside the criminal he wouldn't be able to comeback out again. And what a way to go.
“Tell me what you steal.” He whispered demandingly and Zayn's whole body shivered, fingers digging deep into the muscles on Niall's arms who continued his slow teasing assault of kisses and kitten licks across Zayn's skin.
“Cars, antiques, money.” Zayn listed hand stroking along Niall's chest, thumb swiping at an erect nipple. Niall hissed, bringing Zayn's face closer, lips touching but not in a kiss.
“You a criminal then?” He asked, Zayn trembling as their heated breaths mixed somewhere in the half a centimetre that there was between them.
“I've heard the police are looking for me, yeah.” Zayn whispered, nose bucking Niall's who watched the smirk stretch on Zayn's lips as Niall's cock twitched against his leg. Niall had enough of the fore-playing, he wasn't used to wanting someone as badly as he wanted Zayn despite just having had him laid out and open just moments before. Once was never enough with a man like him.
He pushed Zayn back, scrambling until Zayn was sat in the middle of the seats, Niall straddling him in a mirror of how Zayn had been.
“I could tell them where you are right now.” Niall said, gripping Zayn's wrists and pulling them over his head, the dark-haired boy simply chuckled. He looked ethereal as the light outside the car flickered, his ribs stretching shadows across his lean body. The aroused flush that coloured his face was enough proof as anything that Zayn liked to be submissive, to have someone move him around and tell him what to do. The only other time Niall had ever been in complete control during sex was with a girl called Barbara in secondary school who would ask him to pull her hair and call her a bad girl. So Niall, forgot how much he liked this position, to feel like someone was so fucking desperate for him to fuck them that they would literally lie back and let him do anything.
Fuck, it was intoxicating.
“I dare you.” Zayn whispered, puckering his lips and kissing across Niall's jaw who smirked at the feeling. He let his hips roll down once to meet Zayn's hardened cock and they both gasped at the feeling of their erections rubbing together. The friction felt good, with both of them leaking and with Niall still relatively slick from being inside Zayn.
“Daddy wouldn't do that.” Niall tested teasingly, enjoying the buck of Zayn's hips at the mention of that word.
Fuck, he was so sprung already.
“Oh fuck, Niall.”
“Ah-Ah-ah.” Niall teased, stilling their hips with a squeeze of his thighs as Zayn looked up at him lustfully through thick eyelashes. “What do you call me?”
“Daddy.” Zayn smirked and was rewarded with Niall leaning in for a messy kiss, hips now moving erratically as they rutted against one another, in the shadows of the car that Niall would fucking give to Zayn if it meant he could hear him call him Daddy again.