Harry was in a meeting with the owner of the club he managed. It was their routine bi-monthly meeting, discussing profits, any complaints, staffing issues. Basically everything. His boss Ben, was very hands on, well liked by the staff. A family man. Harry could feel his phone vibrating in his trousers, and ignored it. Obviously his boss was infront of him and it will be rude and unprofessional.

The vibration continued though, and Ben must have heard as he looked at him, "are you gonna get that?". Harry apologized before taking a quick glance but nearly dropping the phone.

Niall had sent him a video of Zayn and his ex, Jake, singing and dancing in a karaoke bar. Zayn was smiling at Jake, eyes shining as they revisited their dance routine. Harry remembered that dance routine. How could he not, Jake wouldn't stop blabbering about it for a month.

Louis had a bet with Jake to teach Zayn to dance within two weeks as he had said he could teach anyone to dance in a week. Among other things to add on his perfect list, Jake was a dancer. He had pushy parents who enrolled him in most extra curricular activities and had dance classes on weekends. Louis gave him two weeks to teach Zayn a dance routine. Zayn was a terrible dancer, would admit that himself and was angry with both of them when he heard about the bet and only did it for Jake's sake, who was thrilled by the challenge. And beside he wanted to make him happy, revived their four months relationship that seem to be in a rut. Feelings were fizzling out on Zayn's part and thought maybe this could rekindle whatever might still be there.

Amd he only agreed if they danced to his favourite song, Hurts like hell featuring his favourite rapper 'Offset' of course. Jake by some miracle pulled it off and choreographed a routine that Zayn mastered in a week. Louis had hit back in a child tantrum funny enough and said a child could've learned their basic routine, according to him anyway, in a day. "Do you know haters burn in hell, Lou" Zayn had said to him. But

Harry saw nothing basic about the dance, Jake having to kiss Zayn every twenty seconds of the song, apparently those kisses were the incentive for him and that's how he learned so fast.

Harry excused himself, told Ben there's a family emergency and apologised for cutting the meeting short.

What the hell was going on? What is Zayn doing in a club dancing with his ex to their make or break up song?

Zayn had told them he wasn't feeling the relationship with Jake who was too perfect for his liking, and needed a rough diamond.

Harry drove at high speed to the club, well, as fast as London traffic allowed him at that time of the evening anyway.

"Well hello, Mr Gray" Louis had a smug look on his face, taking a sip of his cocktail eyeing Harry up and down when he walked in. He enjoyed seeing him pissed off. It was his past time hobby.

Harry's nose flared up as he glared at Zayn who was still dancing to some random song with Jake, he chose to ignore Louis. It wasn't that hard to do. He ignores him most of the time. Zayn hated dancing, but Jake always brings the fun side out of him, even though they had no sexual chemistry. To say Harry is jealous was an understatement cause he was more than jealous. He was murderous. He was standing almost predatory with both his hands in his pockets like a mafia hitman.

"If looks could kill, you will be in prison Hazza" Niall smirked at his best friend, wishing he hadn't said anything when he saw the look he got. "Sorry, too soon" he mumbled and drank his beer.

"Why are you dressed up, Haz?" Liam asked looking at him. Harry was still standing as if he was ready to kill, wearing black dress pants, white buttoned down shirt and suit jacket.

"Meeting..." came a short reply from Harry as Jake suddenly clocked him watching and moved closer to Zayn who still was unaware of his presence.

Harry growled, hating the cocky look on Jake's face identical to Louis's. He hates them both, they had always been close and he's not sure of Louis's angle hiring him.

"Haz..you're here" Zayn said running to him for a kiss, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist when he finally saw him. Harry kissed back but his eyes didn't leave Jake or did he remove his hands from his pockets.

"I'm here, baby" he looked at him softly after few seconds glaring at Jake. With his hand finally out of his pocket, he brought Zayn closer to him, arm around his shoulders, he kissed his neck, breathing him in. Zayn was tipsy and smiling innocently at him, mouth pink and lips swollen like he's been biting them. His dick twitched and he wanted to bend him over infront of everyone in the club. For them to know Zayn is his and not even a near perfect ex can take him away from him.

"Let's go home baby" he whispered tracing his earlobe with his tongue.

"Okay" Zayn nodded. But Louis frowned at Harry, mouthing "Cry baby"

Harry flipped him the bird behind Zayn's back and Liam then Niall laughed at their antics. He ignored Jake, purposefully..

"Nice to meet you Harry" Jake said to him.

"You fucking know me mate. Though I wouldn't say the same about you..." he glared at him again, had enough of his cocky attitude. He wanted to punch the smirk that was on his face.

Zayn pulled Harry dragging him towards the exit as he got closer to Jake in a challenging stance.

"Bye Zee" they could hear Jake shouting his goodbye at Zayn. Harry let go of him and charged at Jake but Zayn was quick to grab his jacket, Liam had also quickly stood up and was infront of Jake.

"Haz...please" Zayn pleaded softly, kissing his cheek. He took his hand when Harry backed down and they walked out of the club. He waved them goodbye having to keep up with Harry who was taking long strides wanting to get away as he was so close to making a scene.

The ride home was quiet. Zayn kept looking at Harry, but his face was blank not giving away his emotions. Harry got out of the car walking towards their flat opening the door not saying anything.

Suddenly Zayn was pushed against the wall as soon as he took off his boots and jacket. Harry was looking at him, his eyes intense not faltering. He gripped both his hands, entangled their fingers together move them above his head. He kissed him open mouthed but denied Zayn entrance when he tried to put his tongue in. He kissed his neck, licking till he found his weak spot behind his ear sucking harshly. Zayn moaned bucking his hips up, but Harry pushed him back against the wall, sucking and licking, biting his collarbone. Zayn breathed in sharply when Harry suddenly lifted him up, legs immediately around his waist as Harry squeezing his bum. He walked them to his room and just about threw Zayn on the bed, him bouncing a little bit. Harry looked at Zayn still not saying anything. He was like a hunter that just cornered his prey, waiting for him to make a move. But Zayn couldn't move or dare move with the way Harry was looking at him. He was breathing so hard, heart pumping erratically. He has never been so turned on in his life, his dick painfully pressing against the zipper of his jeans. He watched Harry took off his jacket, throwing it over a chair and walking slowly towards the bed. Harry straddled his hips,taking off his shirt one button at a time. Zayn was sure he's about to bust his nuts at the snail's pace Harry was taking off his shirt. He tried to reach out and help but Harry pushed him back, putting both his arms next to Zayn's head, he leaned down to kiss him, Zayn prayed.

"You were dancing with Jake" Harry's face was so close, Zayn could feel his breath on his lips. And that was not a question.

"No. He was dancing with me" Zayn was certain Harry could hear his heart beating, cause his ears were buzzing, he was feeling so lightheaded.

Harry dragged his tongue along Zayn's top lip, he moved to his bottom lip and so gently bit at it, pulling teasingly. He kissed him before saying, "Wrong answer baby"

He sat up, knees straddling Zayn's hips, to take his shirt off throwing it on the floor. He unbuttoned Zayn's, leaned down arm behind Zayn's back helping him sit up and took his off as well. Zayn kissed his neck, sucking leaving his own mark. Harry groaned but pushed him back on the bed and unbuttoned Zayn's jeans, pulling his zipper down, he took them off along with the boxers. Zayn moaned out loud as his dick twitched with relief and he gripped the sheets tightly. Harry licked the precome that's leaking, swirling it around his lips then kissed Zayn so he can taste himself.

"You've been a bad boy, Zayn" Harry was palming him, thumb pressing on his leaking slit, Zayn jolted up like he's been electrocuted, forehead sweating.

"I'm sorry Haz.." he couldn't breathe, his whole body felt hot, and couldn't stop shaking either. Harry was licking from the base up, till he reached the head and sucked him like a lollipop and pulled out after a minute with a pop sound.

"You know what happens to bad boys Zayn?" Zayn was moaning shaking his head, no. "Turn over baby" he left Zayn for only seconds to get lube.

Zayn turned over not before tugging himself a few times to relieve some pressure. He could feel the bed dipping, but Harry didn't say anything like he was watching him.

"Haz.. Shit! Fuck. Oh God" he cried out loud when suddenly Harry's hands were on his butt cheeks exposing his pink bud, wet tongue on his rim licking and nipping gently. He shouted Harry's name, his back arching feeling Harry's finger breached his rim, slowly fucking him with it. He was squirming needing to come so badly. Harry was eating him out so good, he could feel him adding another finger curling them pressing on his prostate. "I'm ready, fuck me fuck me please" he had tears in his eyes in desperate need to release, he couldn't hold on anymore.

"Your wish is my command, baby"

Harry kissed the back of his neck softly and pulled him on all fours. He lubed himself slowly pushed in, breathing out loudly like he's been holding his breath, Zayn was so fucking tight. He bottomed out.

Zayn inhaled sharply feeling the sting, Harry was fucking thick and big. Shit.

"Move.." Zayn sounded strained, arms and legs struggling to hold him up, he was shaking so badly. Harry's hands were soon on his waist pulling him to meet his thrusts, which changed from shallow to frantic when Zayn became more vocal, shouting profanities. He pushing himself against Harry. God, Harry was so thick, he was feeling the stretch and it felt amazing. It's been a long time he's done this, have someone stretch him, but he's never gone all the way. His movements stopped when Harry changed positions hitting his prostate head on. His arms gave way and he was pressed by his cheek to the mattress, Harry fucking him rough and relentless, he pulled all the way back, his tip was rubbing on Zayn's rim then he rammed back in again, hitting his prostate over and over again, wanting to hear Zayn shouting his name.

When Zayn shouted "Harreh.." and came all over the sheets clenching on him, he followed soon after, his orgasm catching him by surprise as he'd been watching Zayn, and how beautiful he looked all fucked up screaming his name. He continued thrusting slowly but harder, riding both their highs, both breathing so hard, Zayn was still trembling. Harry pulled out slowly, turning Zayn on his back and kissed him, tongues dancing and licking inside his mouth.

"You are mine" Harry whispered against his lips.

"You are mine" Zayn was smiling at him, so tired but managed to mumble.

"No! You are mine Zayn! Say, you are mine"

"I am yours, Haz"

"Always?"

"Always babe"