❝ GOT NOTHING ! >

I KNOW A MAN WITH NOTHING IN HIS HANDS, NOTHING BUT A ROLLING STONE, HE TOLD ME 'BOUT WHEN HIS HOUSE BURNED DOWN & HE LOST EVERYTHING HE OWNED. HE LAY ASLEEP FOR SIX WHOLE WEEKS & THEY WERE GONNA ASK HIS MOTHER TO CHOOSE. WHEN HE WOKE UP WITH NOTHING HE SAID, TELL YA SOMETHING, WHEN YOU'VE GOT NOTHING YOU'VE GOT NOTHING TO LOSE.

[zahids]

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the entire situation was INSANE, & sebastian couldn’t help but both love & despise it. “fuck,” he found himself muttering as he heard the next part, watching as zahid undressed, his eyes diverting immediately down to his dominants slight erection. “what?” his eyes widened at the next comment - it was IMPOSSIBLE for him to be able to watch zahid & not become aroused - or even further aroused, so to speak. his toes curled into the floor as he watched the way zahid moved his hands downwards, & it seemed that everything was going in slow motion at that point. “fuck,” he found himself expleting once again, himself stiffening at the sight before him, & the noises CERTAINLY didn’t help. sebastian diverted his eyes from the situation before him & moved them to the floor instead in an attempt to calm him down.

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the pain was RADIATING against his skin, seeping into his bloodstream & further into his bones. he found himself both purring & grunting subsequently, & it caused the sharp paddle to strike even harder. he awaited zahid to finish sculpting his body to his liking, a sharp intake of breath being took against his touch, & continued to WINCE as the paddle hit again, releasing a tight pattern of breaths in response to his toes C U R L I N G into the floor beneath. at the next demand he took another sharp fill of the lungs. “z- FUCK,” he tried. “zaddy.” he managed, his voice cracking with hoarse entitlement. the hits stopped soon thereafter, sebastian assumed it was due to zahid’s SATISFACTION, & soon he was faced with his dominant. part two. more punishment, OBVIOUSLY. “part two.” he repeated, his voice equivocally intimidated.

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sebastian was QUIVERING underneath the touch of dominance - not an unfamiliar sight at all, at least not to zahid. he blinked when the man asked him the question, & gasped audibly at the product in his hand. “you’ve been shopping?” he clarified - sebastian didn’t know HOW he did that without getting caught, but he seemingly had. he awaited zahid to approach him & winced even before the paddle hit his skin - it hurt a LOT more than he expected. “first part?” he spoke with a strained voice, his eyes scrunching from the absolute pain that was radiating from his lower region. as zahid explained the second part he whimpered audibly - that was what the ropes were for ( sebastian wished he hadn’t of mentioned it now ). he recalled how difficult it was to abstain the previous time ( hence why he had actually broken the rules ), & this time it would be even worse. he winced again as the second strike came, trying to mull over the question at hand. the alcohol pumping through his body was distant - it wasn’t affecting him as much anymore. “i broke rules.” he murmured vaguely. “i sent nudes & got drunk with other people.” he whispered, wincing from the PAIN. zahid was only getting better at the whole dominance gig, & baz couldn’t decide if that was good or not.

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IXNWINSKAKAOAOAAKAUD

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things felt different. sebastian wasn’t sure if it was because of the intensity of the alcohol coursing through his veins or because of the vibe that zahid was giving off ( a strong sense of utter dominance ). he watched as the water fell down his throat with wide eyes. “i haven’t said THAT much,” he defended, furrowing his brow in an attempt to recall anything that he actually had said ( or might’ve done ). “just wonderin’,” he said with part truth, although YES, sebastian was slightly eager to see what his partner had in store considering the vibes being emitted from his person. his eyes followed zahid with a mixture of curiosity & complete submission, watching as his dominant fell into the darkness of the hall they once were in. “uh,” he placed the water down & shuffled behind the man slowly, his head bowed down as he frowned & tried to comprehend the alcohol & the actual situation at hand. the room he found himself in was STRANGE. it was a bedroom - surely it was. sebastian however had a slight inkling that zahid hadn’t actually slept there before. “what?” he broke himself out of his wonder when zahid spoke, the man’s voice FULL TO THE BRIM with dominance. “oh.” he uttered, moving to where zahid had told him to & fumbling around to get undressed. why couldn’t he of just got undressed where he was stood? his thoughts were racing as he exposed his body to a man who he was seemingly exposing more to each day. he watched with wary eyes as zahid approached him with the rope & tied it. when did he get that? the rope was burning into his skin but part of him told him that that was zahid’s intention. “no touching.” he repeated in a low, submissive whisper as zahid moved back to grab whatever it was he’d put down before. the words burned into his ears as the man spoke. “like?” he asked for clarification, his eyes widening at the very idea.

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with his eyes kept down in a frustrated furrow, zahid nodded eerily as sebastian’s words made their way through his ears. he contemplated on commenting back, but instead left the boy’s questions and concerns open-ended, unleashing a sense of OBSCURITY into the air. zahid focused all his energy on not completely losing it behind the wheel instead, considering how heated he was becoming. “mhm, MY place.” he repeated fiercely as the car took a sharp turn. zahid didn’t spend nearly as much time at his own home as he did at his family’s, but he nevertheless enjoyed whenever he made time for it, especially with all the PRIVACY it brought. with all the work, family issues and the tv show, he just always found it easier to stay at his parents’ most of the time. he liked being with his family. but sometimes, he just needed a place to himself. zahid’s house was definitely not as gigantic and astonishing as the sultan mansion was, but it was all zahid’s, and he loved it. he didn’t tend to bring people over that much, but for some reason, it was the ONLY place zahid wanted to be in the moment. once they had arrived — the view of the house was almost CHILLING, no lights or anything were in site; just complete darkness — zahid shut off the engine and slid out of the vehicle, letting the door slam roughly behind him. “OTHER nudes?” he hissed, giving off maliciously narrow eyes in sebastian’s direction as soon as the boy’s words had registered in his mind. “WOW, why am i not surprised? —and to RAOUL too? of ALL fucking people?” zahid’s arms flew up in aggravation before his foot went off to kick a nearby rock to the side. he grit his teeth and shook his head. “yeah, let’s just go INSIDE.” completely hammered with rage now, the dominant set off for the front door, where he unlocked it quickly and stepped into his household. once the lights were turned on, an intensely clean and UNTOUCHED abode was unveiled before the two men. zahid was never there enough to rough it up, so it gave off a feeling of being overly proper — all organized, elegant, and pristine, but completely and utterly DRAINED of life. however, zahid had a pretty good feeling that the house would be giving off a completely different vibe after sebastian’s visit tonight. after setting down his jacket and things, zahid escorted baz to the kitchen, and got out two glasses. “HERE. drink some water.” he commanded, getting some water for the drunk boy, but then proceeding to pour himself some gin instead. zahid downed it promptly as he stared intently at sebastian in front of him — his eyes deep in contemplation — a mischievous contemplation.

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the atmosphere only got DARKER after his next comment, & sebastian didn’t think that that was possible. with both his drunken state & the complete A N G E R emitting from his dominant, he was intimidated to the max. looking up at the looming house above the two was terrifying - it was dark, gloomy & VERY seething. much like zahid at the moment in time. he glanced bluntly over at the man as he hissed. “yeah, i uh.. that wasn’t really MEANT to come out. really.” he muttered drunkenly, the anger radiating off of zahid getting more intense as the moments passed. “yeah - but i’ve only sent like five. he compliments my.. compliments my dick.” he muttered & watched as zahid stepped forward, following him submissively into the dark abode. he had a feeling, even through his drunk demeanour, that he was in for a HELL of a night. maybe he shouldn’t of sent that picture after all. as they entered the home & the lights flicked up, sebastian found himself slightly blinded by the exposure & blinked a few times. he watched with bleared eyes as zahid set down his things & allowed him to move to the kitchen ( not like he had a choice ). he pouted when he saw the man pouring water. “i wanna stay drunk.” even sebastian knew better than to fight with his dominant. drunk or not, that was a BAD move - especially considering how wound up zahid was anyway. he took the water & watched with wide eyes as the man downed the alcohol, & took a large gulp of his own water before taking it down & looking up once again to see zahid staring with intent at him. “are you punishing me?” he raised a brow with slight angle, slurring his words as he picked the water up again.

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inside the car was dark— COLDLY and obscurely dark. as they drove through the city, zahid was only able to see what the street lights and the moon reflected onto sebastian’s figure. the drunk boy’s words made zahid smirk, giving him a sense of satisfaction from hearing the boy submit ALL control to him. sebastian knew the routine by now, of course he did. but it still gave zahid a tinge of excitement hearing baz succumb to his dominant’s presence. “yeah, i know,” he bit his lip. “just figured i’d entertain myself with what you think. or, what you think I’M thinking about, that is.” however, zahid’s smirk soon faded as his partner filled the already dense air of the car with maddening rambles. the raven-haired man tried his best to keep his eyes strictly on the road — zahid was a fairly good driver — but it was difficult with all the slurs falling from baz’s mouth. zahid had never known someone who’s words could have such an effect on him like sebastian’s did. “i don’t care if you get drunk, sebastian.” the driver huffed, feeling his insides begin to BOIL. “it only becomes a PROBLEM when other people think it’s alright to touch you. that i don’t like, and you know that.” he shook his head. as soon as sebastian mentioned the orgasm, zahid’s hands stuttered around the wheel, provoking his feet to abruptly press on the pedals. this caused the car to jerk on the road a bit, but the scare only lasted a second, as zahid quickly brought the car back to its normal pace. “wh— and you think it’s a good idea to tell me that NOW ?” he rose his voice, as he fixed himself in the driver’s seat. in the back of zahid’s mind, he knew very well that sebastian had to have done that while he was asleep, but he had pushed the thought away. so now, hearing the boy admit to it, only ignited the irritation he already felt. it was a slap to zahid’s face, and he didn’t like the feeling of being mocked. his frustrated breathing could be heard loudly now, as sebastian’s voice resonated on. “is that so? well then, i guess we better do something about that.” his grip tightened around the wheel. “no, NEITHER. you’re coming to mine. not my family’s house, my own place.” zahid kept his gaze focused on the night in front of him, his driving suddenly picking up in speed. they were almost to their destination. “does it even matter?” he spat, referring to sebastion’s question about his anger. “i can’t even tell the DIFFERENCE anymore.” 

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the way the car jerked caused sebastian to gasp, but then giggle with complete entertainment. there was something about it that made him happy -- it being GETTING to zahid. “he only touched my ass. i touch my ass everyday.” he defended, burrowing his brows into his eyes & shaking his head. “i thought you’d of.. figured.” he bit into his lip & watched as zahid continued to drive. “i just dug myself a bigger hole, didn’t i?” his lip bite became further deep, & he managed to hold back his giggle again. “do something about my BRUISE? does that mean you’re..” he didn’t even need to say it, but he was too drunk to resonate the words anyway. he just muttered something about spanking under his breath & then turned his attention back to zahid with wide eyes. “your own place?” he knew that only meant one thing, & he turned his head as they practically reached their destination. zahid was absolutely brimming with rage, & sebastian was intimidated by his dominant stance - that was the entire point of their arrangement anyway, wasn’t it? yeah, it was. sebastian loved it in all honesty. he twiddled with his thumbs as they pulled into the place - sebastian had only ever been there once or twice considering zahid spent a lot of time at his parents, & he’d NEVER been here under their arrangement - only as friends. this was different. “no, i just wanted to know.” he muttered with intimidation, his alcoholism laced within his words as he unhooked his seatbelt & undid the door. “i’m very drunk.” he muttered - zahid knew that, he just wanted to make placid conversation as he attempted to stumble out of the car & into the cold nightly air. “i can’t believe you’re THIS mad,” he giggled drunkenly. “imagine how mad you’d be if you knew about my other nudes.” he bit his lip. “wait, no.” he frowned, realising he’d just told him. “that’s not right. i didn’t send any more nudes to raoul tonight. where did you get that idea? lets go INSIDE.”

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fletch.

fletcher: how??

fletcher: just go up to them and tell them they have nice hair

fletcher: flirting 101

baz: uve done it before then

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fletch.

fletcher: why put urself in that predicament?

fletcher: why dont u introduce urself

baz: uhhh because thats weird

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zahid was in the middle of swerving away until he heard the the random man speak up. his brows furrowed in irritation and a frown spread across his lips as he twisted back around. “NO, we’re leaving.” he spat, reacting to the man’s question about staying. “what about ‘let’s go’ do you not understand?” zahid rolled his eyes, and nudged his head forward toward the guy in intimidation. as soon as he heard sebastian mention calling the man the next day, zahid sensed himself stiffen up. he snatched onto baz’s arm and brought the boy closer in attempt to shield his words from the paparazzi. “call him?” zahid hissed. “you’re fucking kidding me, right?” with his hand still gripped onto sebastian, he glanced up at a camera that was in the middle of snapping a shot of the two of them, so he forced himself to brush it off and continue walking away. “i am annoyed.” zahid agreed cooly, keeping his head straight, focused on the exit. “OBVIOUSLY. but i’m sure you knew that.” his grip tightened on baz’s skin, guiding his partner through the mess of people, but sebastian rambled on. “yes, baz. being drunk is great, i know.” he mumbled, shaking his head toward the floor, and eyeing the paparazzi around them every so often. zahid couldn’t help but roll his eyes at sebastian’s comment about the man. “yeah, REAL fun.” he scoffed sarcastically, before changing his tone to a harsher one. “who gives a FUCK what he thinks? you’re with ME now.” zahid gulped, realizing he had spoken a little louder than he probably should have with all the paparazzi around. but before he knew it, baz was the one spewing boisterous remarks at the flashing cameras. “BAZ.” he warned, his teeth clenched as he pulled the boy closer away from the paparazzi. zahid narrowed his eyes at sebastian, and waited until the two were alone to answer his question. they eventually made it to zahid’s car, where he helped baz into the passenger seat. as soon as both doors were shut and he was starting up the engine, zahid bit his tongue before he allowed himself to speak up. he inhaled a deep breath in order to calm himself down. “well, do you want me to just drop you off?” zahid asked, raising a brow as he turned out of the venue. he peered over to the boy next to him for a moment, squeezing his grasp tighter around the steering wheel.

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zahid was boiling, & sebastian knew it. it was fairly intimidating -- wasn’t that the point? the way he was gripping onto his wrist as though he was a child who’d just embarrassed his father in public, the way he was being pulled out to the car with harsh expletives being tucked into his eardrums. “i did know that.” he muttered, narrowing his eyes at the paparazzi who were having an absolute FIELD day at the way zahid was acting - sebastian knew that zahid had all the control, & he could rarely help himself when he turned to the dominance role. “call him, yeah. he’s SWEET.” sebatian slurred drunkenly. “i think he thought he was gonna get to FUCK me to be honest.” he raised his brows at the sentiment & then nodded his head in confirmation. zahid was incredibly angry; sebastian LOVED it, but had to stay true to the form of both intimidation & submission. as they got into the car, he silently thanked zahid’s blacked out windows & melted into the seat beneath him. his ears picked up when zahid spoke again. “this isn’t about what i want, YOU’RE the domin.. domi.. domina.. i can’t say that word. you’re zaddy.” he muttered. “& something tells me that you have something else on your.. agenda.” sebastian grinned at the use of the big word & then narrowed his eyes again. “i wasn’t even meant to get drunk though honestly. but it’s not in our contract that i can’t get drunk without you so i didn’t make you annoyed on purpose. but,” he went again into a drunken ramble. “i thought it’d be fun & it really WAS fun. it was fun like sex is fun, like orgasms are fun. you know when you went to sleep last weekend i went & made myself orgasm because you wouldn’t let me? but you didn’t know that but that’s because you fell asleep.” he slurred. “ARE YOU just going to drop me off? or are you gonna come inside?” his eyes diverted to zahid’s crotch area. “my bruise from when you spanked me has gone down.” he changed the subject slightly, moving to stare out of the dashboard. “are you really mad or zaddy mad?” he asked.

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❝ –– IMSG –– RACOON.

raoul: so yeah

raoul: i would if it wasnt for him

raoul: final answer… you can do whatever you want with that

baz: interesig ;)

baz: I alwys send u nudes tho

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as of late, zahid’s nights always seemed to end with him plaguing over baz, but he COULDN’T help himself. he would not have been able to sit still knowing that sebastian was just out fooling around, the image of the boy out drinking foolishly without him B U R N E D in his mind. he just couldn’t shake the thought and the feeling. so there he was, tight grip around the steering wheel of his car, eyes glancing back to look at his phone every so often. once he had arrived and shuffled his way into the room where sebastian was, zahid narrowed his eyes at the swarms of sloppily drunk people and flashing cameras all packed around overpoweringly loud music. naturally, he quickly spotted sebastian in the distance with lips to a man’s ear, and his brows furrowed in spite and jealousy. the bitter ENVY growing in his system directed his legs to make their way toward the relentless boy. sebastian never hesitated to infuriate zahid to the fullest. zahid lowered his head as he made his way past bright flares from cameras, occasionally bumping into people as his strides became increasingly irritated and rough. the dark eyed dominant was greeted with a huge smile from sebastian as soon as he arrived in front of the boy. “hi.” he bucked back in an unimpressed tone, orbs diverting between baz and the man beside him. as sebastion rambled on, he shot the unnamed man a piercing glare of aggression as if to say he was in zahid’s TERRITORY. however, zahid attempted to hold himself back to an extent considering that they were all in the presence of many paparazzi. “yeah, GREAT. thanks for the synopsis, baz. let’s go.” he groaned, his voice stern. zahid felt his eye twitch and his chest expand as he examined how close the proximity was between sebastian and the random guy.

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it was absolutely & abundantly clear from the GET GO that zahid wasn’t happy -- he could tell from the tone, & even baz in his drunken state knew it. when baz finished speaking & zahid brushed it off, the man ( sebastian hadn’t a clue what his name was, honestly - he wasn’t even that famous ) spoke up. “you’re not gonna stay for one or two? you know, we were just getting to know eachother.” the man smirked & baz & baz giggled slightly. “shhh, paps.” he pointed drunkenly over at the cameras. “i’ll call you tomorrow.” he murmured as he got to his feet, stumbling slightly as the man called for him not to forget to call. “i won’t!” he shouted before giggling & gripping onto zahid for stability on their way out of the club. he giggled again. “you look soooo annoyed, zeezee.” he grinned widely. “i got really drunk but it was an accident really,” he began to ramble -- sebastian often did that when he was drunk. “i was just tallking to raoul about his new dog & then i got asked to come here & i’m really drunk but not really only a little bit.” he spoke as if they were the only two people in the room on their way out ( soon, they would be alone, & god help baz ) as the cameras flashed wildly. “but i like being drunk really it’s pretty fun.. really.” he frowned. “does that sentence make sense?” he giggled again. “he seemed fun, right? i don’t think he was happy that i wasn’t sharing a hotel room with him because he doesn’t know about us really.” he whispered. “so he thinks i’m available really.” he laughed at his excessive use of the word, GRINNING profusely as he stumbled outside to the press of cameras. “we’re just friends.” he shouted to the paparazzi. “we’re not anything more! zahid has a girlfriend.” he slurred. “where’s your car?” he giggled, unaware of the hole he was digging for himself. “are you just going to drop me off home?” he asked as they approached.

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sebastian didn’t quite know HOW he’d gotten to the point he was at - he was so drunk that honestly he was just spewing random expletives into the ears of professionals & vips as he downed abundances of expensive vodka & ocasionally texted zahid. the idea of zahid being mad again was annoyingly arousing, & as baz waited for the man, he couldn’t help but feel quite excited. when zahid arrived, he was leaning his head against the shoulder of the man zahid was actually angry ABOUT, the man he had intentions to share a hotel room with before zaddy found out. he was mumbling something into his ear when the corner of his eye caught zahid entering the vip stretch, the cameras waiting outside attacking their devices in order to get good pictures of them -- zahid & baz would be all over tmz in the morning, but he was too drunk to care. “hey,” he smiled, a huge grin actually, when he saw zahid. “this is zahid.” he muttered to the man. “he’s come to.. come to get me because i’m drunk.” he spoke loudly over the music, his voice clearly showcasing the intoxication. “so i can’t share a room with you because i’m going to zahid’s house. just because we’re friends though not anything else.” he explained sloppily, drunkenly, before looking back up at his dominant with slight satisfaction in his eyes.

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❝ — IMSG — ZADDY.

zahid: sall good we all fogrot sometimes

zahid: ;) u like that i found u?

baz: fogrot hahahhahahaha

baz: (L

baz: that meant to be wink

baz: eys (;

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❝ — IMSG — ZADDY.

zahid: baz

zahid: i already told you im not going to drink right now

zahid: lmfaoo yes sherlock holmes ok great

zahid: ofc i found u, only naturally

baz: o i fogrot

baz: i Kno ! good zaddy (:

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❝ — IMSG — ZADDY.

zahid: great u can have more vodka with ME

zahid: no i just mean thats what i like to hear

zahid: just hold up im almost there

baz: ur drciving me hme?/??? u cnat drink !(:

baz: u found me? sherklock home !q! im in the vpi area

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❝ — IMSG — ZADDY.

zahid: well what do you want

zahid: thats better

baz: ikd More vodka

baz: (;;;;

baz: daddy is Betser?