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"Woah Liam. You have got to look at this cool thing I got, " Zayn beamed.
He ran towards his boyfriend whom he has been together for 6 sweet years with.
"Yes love?" Liam asked, looking intrigued.
Earlier that day Zayn had stumbled into a small flee market in their town. He wasn't looking for anything particular just some cool jewelry.
Zayn paused at a specific stall when a ring caught his eye. It was red, like a ruby, and the band was silver, which was rusted and gave it a unique flare.
"How much for that one?" Zayn asked. Yes, the ring was a tad bit girly, but he wasn't one to blindly follow gender norms.
"20 euros." The man responded, he was small and old. He looked like a human version of a raisin.
"That's a little steep, no?" Zayn argued. The ring was pretty, but was it worth 20 euros?
Zayn sighed, scratching his head.
"Young man. You have no idea the powers this ring holds. It can bend one to the will of the holder." The man responded, making big hand gestures.
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"Buy it, and you shall see." The man concluded.
Zayn frowned. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? After a few moments of consideration Zayn finally agreed, making the purchase.
He knew that 20 euros was a little expensive for a ring, but it looked insanely cool, and apparently it does cool shit too.
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"Sounds like bullshit Zayn." Liam said sternly. "You shouldn't have spent that much on a stupid ring, you know money's tight right now."
"Liamm you should've seen the man, he looked like he could do some voodoo shit. You would've believed him." Zayn argued, holding out the ring for his partner to see.
Liam and Zayn had been married for about a year now, at the age of 27. At the moment Liam was the only one that was working, he worked as an accountant at a small firm. Zayn was a natural artist, he didn't enjoy corporate jobs, he just wanted to sit at home and let his creativity flow. Liam had once found this trait endearing. He used to admire Zayn for being so focused on his true passion and talent, but now he just felt like he was stuck with all of the major responsibilities that came with being an adult.
"Zayn. Its a fucking ring. It cant do magic. Are you seriously that gullible?" Liam questioned. He crossed his arms, his furry eyebrows knitting close together.
Zayn huffed. He hated it when Liam acted like a parent rather than a partner.
"Liam look at this thing, I know magic isn't real. It just looks cool does it not." Zayn slipped the ring onto his middle finger flashing it at his husband.
Suddenly, Liam's eyes lidded, his posture slackening from it's usual straight form.
"Yes." He responded, his face unreadable.
'What the fuck just happened?' Zayn thought.
"Liam you okay?" Zayn asked.
"Yes." Liam responded. His eyes remained small, and his arms continued to hang at his sides.
"Is the ring working?" Zayn questioned. He moved his hand in a circle, watching as Liam's gaze followed the ring, his eyes rolling in circles in attempt to keep up with the hand.
Liam did not respond to Zayn's inquiry.
Zayn put his hand down, in attempt to snap Liam out of whatever trance he had accidently put him under. However Liam's consciousness didn't return, now he just stared into nothingness.
"Liam put your hands up." Zayn tried. Immediately Liam put both his arms into the air.
'Is he fucking with me?' Zayn thought. He wasn't an idiot.
"Liam keep your arms up, but turn around and start twerking." Zayn snickered. No way Liam would ever do that with his ego.
The brown hair man turned around, squatting and shaking his ass at his husband while his arms were still up.
"What the fuck?" No fucking chance this is real.
Zayn smiled. He knew Liam was trying to mess with his mind, and he was not going to be the fool here.
"Liam keep twerking and saying 'Zaddy Zayn'". Zayn smirked. Now if Liam did do what he asked, he would look like the fool.
His smirk wavered when Liam began to chant 'Zaddy Zayn' while his ass shook in Zayn's face. This is not real.
Zayn walked up to the man, tickling his pits while his arms were up. No response. What?
"Liam what's going on?" Zayn mumbled, staring at his partner's compromising position in confusion.
Zayn didn't get a response, just "Zaddy Zayn. Zaddy Zayn. Zaddy Zayn." This caused Zayn to frown. Did he break Liam? Obviously the ring was working because there was no way in hell Liam would ever do this on purpose. Zayn blinked at his partner. This shit is scary, who the fuck just gives someone this much power through a ring. But there was a small part of Zayn that liked the control he had over Liam too. He could make him do anything. Zayn closed his eyes and shuddered at the possibilities.
Don't get him wrong. He loved Liam with his whole heart. But there were just a few things about him that bothered Zayn just a bit. Like how Liam would tell him to chew with his mouth closed, or when Liam would absolutely loose it when Zayn left his art supplies hanging around the house. Liam was under so much stress, Zayn could see that. He would come home from work, so, so tense, wanting to do nothing but sleep as soon as he got home. Even when Zayn tries to give him head, Liam always shrugs him off saying he was 'to tired'. With the help of this ring he could relax his dear, dear husband for as long as he needed... Maybe even, forever? Zayn shook his head, he was going too fast. First he needed to see what the ring could even do.
"Liam Stop. Stand Normally." Zayn commanded. Liam straightened himself up staring straight ahead, hands to his side. Zayn walked towards him, standing face to face with his husband who was now completely at his disposal. The tan man's hands reached up and began massage Liam's shoulders, squeezing the tension from them. One hand continued the massage while one hand trailed down Liam's muscular body, massaging his pecks one by one before finally traveling down to his crotch, giving it a tight squeeze.
"Agh" Liam groaned. Zayn's eyes softened as he stared at his partner. He put his hands on the sides of Liam's head, pressing a kiss to his closed lips.
"Aww poor baby," Zayn cooed, rubbing his nose against Liam's. It had obviously been a minute since Liam had last had an orgasm. Zayn's brown eyes stared at Liam's blank ones. He could help him out couldn't he? That's what a good husband is supposed to do.
"Go sit on the couch Liam." Zayn ordered. Liam mechanically walked towards their leather couch taking a seat. Zayn trailed after him, straddling his lap as soon as he sat down. Zayn kissed and sucked Liam's neck, pulling his head back by the grip on his hair to give himself more access. At the same time his other hand unzipped Liam's tight skinny jeans, pulling his semi-hard dick out.
"Fuck. I forgot how big you are." Zayn breathed in his zonked out husband's ear. He took his hand and shoved it in Liam's mouth, twisting it in there to get it nice and wet.
That sight alone almost made Zayn come, his entire fist somehow fit inside his lovers mouth. But the best part were his eyes. His big brown, but vacant eyes which indicated that though his body knew what Zayn was doing to him, his mind didn't. It was like his brain was sleeping.
Zayn took his hand out and began to beat Liam's meat while grinding down on his big muscular thigh. The only noise that could be heard was the sound of Zayn's tugs, and his grunts as he humped Liam's meaty thigh. Liam however, just began to breath faster, which Zayn could feel on the side of his neck.
Within three minutes Liam finally began to groan, and Zayn knew he was about to come. Liam always did get more vocal towards the finish in bed. Liam's body unconciously began to match Zayn's pace, rolling his hips against the raven haired man's arm.
"Ugh UHghh. Ohhhgghhh" and with those three sounds, Liam's semen squirted up onto the both of them. Zayn groaned, grabbing Liam by the shoulders and grinding his hips faster, trying to find his own release.
"You-ugh. You look so fucking sexy baby." Zayn moaned sucking on Liam's neck as he chased his high.
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It had been three hours. Three hours since their orgasms. Three hours since Zayn's been looking at Liam, who remained in the same position as Zayn stood in front of him. His body looked as though he was sleeping, his legs spread, his now soft dick lay limp against his thigh, and his head arched back to find the support on the couch. Both of their seeds left stains on his shirt, jeans, and even a few drops on his beard. And his eyes, they remained open, staring up at the ceiling.
Zayn had time. A lot of time to think about what this meant.
Liam was right. They didn't have a lot of money. But you know who does have money? Liam's father, Michael Payne. He was a wealthy man, who owned several real estate companies. Unfortunately, when Liam came out, Michael completely cut him off and disowned him. Michael called Liam some of the worse things a man could call his son, and Zayn hate him with every bone in his body. Which is why, he decided to text him from Liam's phone saying that Liam realized that he had chosen an awful lifestyle, and that he wanted to rekindle his relationship with his parents now that he was no longer gay. Just some bullshit his shitty dad would believe. He had sent the message nearly an hour ago, requesting Michael come to their home right away, to help with some papers to help him separate from Zayn. Michael took the bait. Obviously.
In about 15 minutes, Zayn heard a knock at the door. Smirking, he answered it, opening the door to a concerned looking Michael.
"What are you faggot doing in this house-" Michael was immediately silenced with Zayn's ruby red ring. His eyes followed the thing as Zayn moved his arm up and down.
"Come in Michael, sit next to Liam." Zayn ordered. He watched the father mechanically sit next to Liam, who's dick was still out, and come was still all over his body.
"Michael, from now on, you will send Liam's bank account two million dollars every year. Starting with today. You will not know how or why. You will just send his bank account the money each year on this exact date. Nothing between you two will change." Zayn listed.
"Yes." Michael droned.
It wasn't enough Zayn thought. The hell he has put Liam through must be punished. Zayn walked towards Michael, straddling him just like he had straddled Liam. He took Michael's head in his hands, taking a look at his face. As much as he hated this man, he looked exactly like Liam. Zayn leaned forward giving Michael a sloppy kiss. He shoved his tongue inside of the older man's mouth, exploring every crease inside it. He took Michael's tongue sucking it into his own mouth as he fisted the 58 year old's hair. God he even tasted like Liam. This make out session continued for about 5 minutes before Zayn pulled off with a pop, analyzing Michael's bitten lips, slobber dripping down his chin, and his messed up gray hair.
"Now you're gay too fag." He spit, getting off the older man.
"You can leave now Michael, fall out of the trance and forget what happened here but only subconsciously remember to send them money in every year." Zayn smirked, watching the Liam's father walk out of their house, most likely for the last time. Now he had Liam all to himself.
Zayn sat on the couch, laying his legs on Liam, playing with his short hair.
"Liam feel every stress, every negative thought, every tension leave your mind and your body," Zayn whispered. Almost immediately that permanent crease in Liam's forehead relaxed, and he somehow sank further into the couch.
"You will forget those tensions forever Liam. Now your only focus will be me. You will want to be with me, around me, in me, on me. You will no longer think about work, or friends, or family, I will be your only thought Liam. Your job is to think about me and my job is to think about you pretty baby." Zayn said, caressing his husbands face. This is how it always should've been. He was doing Liam such a big favor. Now he no longer had to carry unnecessary burdens around, always worrying, always stressed. Zayn relieved him of that.
"All you will want to do is make me happy. You will cook for me, clean for me, with not a stress in the world." Zayn smiled. Liam was going to be his forever now.
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Heyy guys! Just a quick Ziam fic here. Also I know that Liam's dad's name isn't actually Michael but I wanted to change it just out of respect. If you guys want to see anything please let me know I'm kind of running out of ideas. I am planning to make a second part to this so let me know if there's something specific you would like to see !