Silverchair - Ziall

C'mon, abuse me more I like it....

C'mon keep talking 'cause it's true....

Niall grew up different. He was often given names like a freak or a psycho for his obsession with things like pain and gore.

He wasn't like the other kids, he loved getting hurt.

Niall never understood his obsession with pain, he liked to hurt himself with lighters and ropes. He'd wrap a rope around his arm so tight it would almost cut off the circulation, he'd burn the top of a lighter into his arm and when he was bored he'd scratch his leg till it was bleeding.

He always felt like the odd one out, until he met somebody new. Somebody who felt differently towards Niall than everybody else.

And once he found out about Niall's fascination and odd habits that boy felt something that you could only explain as excitement

WARNING: contains violence, BDSM, and sexual scenes or references


4. 04

The next day was Saturday, and I went to Zayn's house.

There was a car in the driveway, and when I knocked on his door he opened it up

"Hey" he grinned

I blushed as he wrapped me in a bone crushing hug, burying my face into his warm chest

I hugged him back and he let go, telling me his parents had gone out for a little while.

"You wanna go to my room?" He asked

"Sure" I nodded

He gripped my hand and showed me the way. His room was huge, but so was his house.

It had maroon walls, and a bed with black sheets. It was a large bed, and the whole room smelt of Lavender. It was nice.

There was a silver laptop on the desk and a cupboard in the wall

"I like your room" I told him


He sat down on it and I sat beside him

"So you're a masochist" Zayn told me

"Am I?" I asked

Zayn nodded, and got up for a second. He opened up a drawer and pulled out a lighter, handing it to me


"Can you do it?" I asked softly

He nodded and turned it on, holding it open for five seconds before he turned it off and pressed the hot top to my arm.

When he drew it back, there was raw flesh on my arm in the shape of a can tab

"You like that a lot" Zayn cupped my chin "don't you?"

I nodded, it was just a habit.

Zayn turned over my arms, looking over the scars

"Are you depressed?" He asked me

"No" I shook my head

"Jagged blades" he muttered "safety pin... That looks like a crafting knife"

He was identifying what I'd used, concentrating on the deep scars

"So you don't like razor blades or sharpener blades then?"

I shook my head "the other stuff hurts more"

He smiled "I love that attitude"


He pushed up my sleeves, smiling at the scarred rope burns

"Did you do this? Or somebody else?" He asked curiously

"I did"

He chuckled "that's hardly a burn scar"

"I can only tie rope so tight myself" I told him

"String is better" he smiled "it digs into your skin. Did you know you can saw through bone with a solid string like floss?"

"No" I told him softly

He pulled out a small roll of string, and handed it to me

"Can I?" I asked softly

He nodded

I tied it round my upper arm, and he tightened it for me. It was tighter than anything I'd ever tied around myself, but I was excited to see the mark it would leave.

"Do you just keep this stuff in your room?" I asked quietly

He nodded

"How come?"

"I like to use it when I have sex" he told me blushing

"You do this for sex?" I frowned

"Don't you?" He now looked confused

"No I... I'm a virgin" I told him "I didn't even know you could make this sex"

"Well you can" Zayn told me "that's what sadism and masochism is. Sadists harm for sexual pleasure and masochists get hurt for sexual pleasure"

"Really?" I asked, now really interested

"Yeah" Zayn told me "that's why I asked, I assumed you were a masochist"

"Well I've never hurt myself for pleasure" I frowned "I've never even thought of doing it"

"Try it" Zayn told me

"I can't right now"

"No, I know" he laughed "I meant when you get home"

He inspected the cigarette burn, smiling at it "it's nice, don't you think?"

I nodded and he stood up, lighting another cigarette

"Lay down on the bed" Zayn told me

"Okay" I said softly

I lay on my back, and Zayn pecked my lips, pulling up my shirt.

He separated my legs and sat under them, pulling my legs around his hips as he sat up.

He smoked over me, and I looked up at him... What was he going to do to me?

He flicked the ash onto my stomach, and I flinched at first, but then relaxed. He continued to do so until there wasn't much cigarette left. And then he gripped my hand and burned over yesterday's burn.

His pupils were dilated, and I was so glued to his face. He was hard, I could feel it

He hovered over me, kissing me roughly as he moaned, his hands running over my uneven scars

My breath hitched, my pants became tighter as I got a boner, my skin was tingling from the unfamiliar touching, and his hand skimmed down my waist, scratching the skin hard

My breath dipped again, and Zayn brought my hands behind his back where I buried my nails.

He moaned, pressing his nails into my sides, making me moan as he rubbed our crotches together

"Zayn..." I begged

He chuckled against my lips, splitting my lip open again with his teeth

This was so nice, I was so confused but so turned on.

"Zayn, please" I heaved

"Fuck... You have no idea how much you're turning me on" he muttered, grinding down on me again "God, pet... Such a slut for my touch"

His words made me shiver, and I melted into his touch, moaning again as he bit down onto my collarbone hard, still grinding on me

"Come on, pet" he growled "what's my name"

"Zayn" I moaned out





"Oh god" he groaned "you are such a delight"

He went under my jaw, burying his teeth into the flesh as he raked his nails hard down my sides.

He pulled back with swollen lips, his pupils were dilated as I looked up into them.

My sides stung, and so did the skin around my collarbone, on my wrist and under my jaw

I think I like coming to Zayn's house.

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