“Hey, guys. Check this out,” Tom announced, striding into the living room. Dougie and Danny put the X-Box on pause and turned to face him. Harry looked up from his book. “‘This is something I really want to know.’” Tom read clearly from the fan letter in front of him.

“Do we want to know what this question is?” Harry asked warily. Dougie grinned.

“Probably not,” Tom admitted. “But I was scarred, so you lot will be too.” He cleared his throat purposely, “‘Please reply with your honest answers: How do you like it in bed?’” He held up a hand as a gob smacked Danny opened his mouth, “Wait. It gets better. ‘As an eleven-year-old girl, I’d love to know.’”

There was an uncomfortable silence as no-one dared to be first to voice their opinion. “Eleven?” Dougie asked weakly. “I wasn’t thinking about that kind of thing at eleven!”

“At eighteen, however…” Tom muttered, but not so Dougie could hear him.

“Needy,” Danny said suddenly.

Harry turned to stare at the brunette, “What?”

“There has to be some element of need in it. Tender just boring…” Danny explained. At their blank looks, he let out a sigh, “I’m answering the question.” He nodded towards the letter still in Tom’s hand.

“Oh, right… For me, they have to be enthusiastic, and it has to be done because you want to, not ‘cause you feel you have to,” Harry said, joining in the discussion.

“I like being dominated,” Dougie said simply. They all turned to stare at him now. He shrugged, “I just think there’s something so sexy about being overpowered, being told what to do.”

“You’re a freak, Dougie,” Danny stated shortly, turning back to the game. Dougie shrugged again and did likewise.

*****

That night, Dougie was woken up by the feeling of a hot mouth exploring his neck. He moaned involuntarily as a tongue ran over the bulge of his Adam’s apple. His bedroom was dark, so he couldn’t see who was straddling him. He tried to wiggle free, “Get off me!”

“I thought you liked being dominated…” a breathy voice said into his ear.

Dougie’s breath caught in his throat, but he forced himself to stay calm. Nothing good ever came out of getting panicked. “That wasn’t directed at you, Harry,” he said coolly. He was answered by a mouth closing hungrily over his. The covers had been taken away while he slept, Dougie noted, giving him nowhere to hide. Instead, he found himself responding to the kiss. After a while he worked up the willpower to shove Harry back.

“Shame…” he said finally, in response to Dougie’s statement.

“I thought both people had to want it,” Dougie spat, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth and glaring up at the drummer.

“You do,” he insisted. “You want to know what it’s like to be overpowered by a guy. What it feels like to have a guy who knows your every weakness and exploits them for his own benefit.” He moved down so Dougie could feel his warm breath tickling his ear, “I can do that, Dougie. You know I can.”

The blond’s breathing became more erratic. He did want that- even hearing Harry detail it had his pulse racing- but he was ashamed to admit it. He wanted to feel that muscled body up against his, feel that bittersweet mouth on his again- but it wasn’t right. “No…” he attempted.

“Shut up,” Harry commanded. He moved back, and stared at Dougie. He was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Harry helped him out of the t-shirt, then pulled his boxers down and threw them off to the side.

“Please!” Dougie tried once more. Harry silenced him with another rough kiss, pulling him up so they were sitting opposite one another.

“Undress me,” the older man commanded. Dougie reached forward slowly, his fingers quaking. He’d never seen Harry like this before. This commanding, this harsh- it was like he was possessed. Even in the darkness, Dougie could make out a glint in his eye. A glint that made him uneasy. He eased Harry’s t-shirt over his head, then went to work on his belt. Harry saw this as an opportunity to resume kissing Dougie’s neck. The naked blond shivered, and carefully undid the fly of Harry’s jeans, before sliding them off. He reached for the remaining boxers, but Harry slapped his hand away. “Not yet.”

“But-”

“Not yet, Dougie,” he said firmly. He seized him round the waist and pulled the smaller male to him, their mouths once more melding together in a passionate fight for control and escape. Harry couldn’t get enough of the sweet taste Dougie left in his mouth. He was addicted already, and determined to keep taking. He forced Dougie down onto the bed, grinding against him- causing the trapped blond to moan throatily once more. The sound alone brought Harry to his full hardness. The bassist felt this, and looked straight at Harry. He could only see part of his features in the restricted light, but he looked almost manic with pure lust as he stared back at Dougie.

“Harry…” he said softly, reaching for him. But his hand grasped midair.

“Stay here,” came the whisper from his right, and Dougie felt the bed shift as Harry got up. He heard the door open, saw more darkness out in the hallway, before the door clicked shut again.

“Where am I supposed to go?” Dougie muttered. He hugged his knees to his body on the bare bed and shivered. He leaned over and turned on the lamp on his bedside table- thankful for the light it provided. What was wrong with Harry? Why was he doing this? And why couldn’t he just be needy for Danny…? His head snapped up at the sound of the door opening again, and his heart jumped as he saw Harry in the doorway. Now the light was turned on, Dougie could only stare at the sheer beauty of Harry’s body. Only as he shut the door and started to advance towards the bed did Dougie start to panic again. “Where were you?”

“I had to go get something…” he said smoothly, reaching the end of the bed.

“What?” Dougie shifted backwards as Harry made his way up the mattress towards him, and squeaked in fear as his back connected with the headboard, preventing him from going any further.

“Don’t try to escape,” Harry murmured softly. “And-” He flicked a finger lightly across the tip of Dougie’s nose. “-you’ll find out soon enough…” He stretched out a hand and- much to Dougie’s dismay- turned off the lamp, sending the room into total darkness again. Harry held Dougie’s hands firmly behind his back as his mouth explored his younger band mate’s chest. He sucked on Dougie’s nipples greedily, before tracing his tattoo with his tongue- causing the blond to shudder in now-barely-suppressed longing, before crying out in shock as there was a clear metallic click behind him.

He tried to move his hands, his eyes widening as he discovered he’d been handcuffed to the back of his bed. “Harry! What the fuck are you doing?!”

“What you want me to…” Harry forced his mouth on Dougie’s again, parting the blond’s legs as his tongue roamed his mouth. Then Harry moved back, causing Dougie to whimper at the sudden loss of contact. He brought a tube of lubricant out of what was seemingly thin air, and squeezed a little onto his fingers.

Dougie’s eyes widened, “Harry,-!” He stopped and simply stared as Harry began to jerk himself off right in front of him, spreading the clear gel all over his throbbing member. Dougie began to strain against his handcuffs; he wanted to be the one making Harry’s eyelids flutter like that. Sensing his urgency, Harry moved back over to Dougie, and adjusted his legs so he had better access into his bassist.

“Don’t move,” he warned sternly, before sliding a finger into Dougie. Dougie exhaled sharply. Harry moved a second one into place, and scissored them slightly in order to stretch Dougie even further. Once he’d been fully prepared, Harry moved his penis towards the sizable hole he’d created, and he slid the tip in slowly, before slamming in.

“Fuck!” Dougie cried out in pain, telling Harry instantly that he’d never done this before. However, he kept up his thrusting, satisfied as the cries became moans of pleasure. Dougie’s eyes were practically blind as he writhed on the bed, still fighting to escape his handcuffs. Harry braced his hands on Dougie’s shoulders; the fingers calloused from drumming digging into the smooth flesh as he reached his climax. Dougie emitted a shuddering moan as he retracted.

“You haven’t…” Harry let his statement be answered by the way he fingered the younger boy’s penis. Dougie strained against his handcuffs again.

“Harry… Just do it!” he begged. “Please!” His eyes were still opaque, but otherwise he seemed fine after what Harry assumed was his first insertion. Harry moved down slowly, taking a firm grip on Dougie’s length. He pumped slowly, making Dougie whimper. His cock was so painfully hard by now; he just wanted it over with. A hungry mouth closed over the tip of his penis, and he cried out in shock. Normally, people would be afraid of waking their roommates. Luckily, Dougie had no reason to add this to his list of fears. Tom was one floor up, and Danny could sleep through anything.

As Harry’s skilled mouth moved up and down his member, Dougie felt a rush of various pleasures. He wanted to touch Harry, and so he strained once more against his handcuffs. A single tear of desperation trailed out his eye and down his cheek. He ejaculated violently into Harry’s mouth with a scream, then slumped back against the headboard. Harry didn’t swallow all of his come at once, but came up and kissed the blond once more, so the remainder of it merged with their saliva. He pulled back and used his thumb to brush the tear off his bassist’s cheek, “Let’s get you out of these, then.”

Dougie cradled his scratched wrists to his body and they were released, then looked up at Harry, who was sitting with his head cocked to one side, watching him. “What?”

“Do you still like being dominated?” the drummer asked with a smirk.

“Yeah…” Dougie pounced, forcing the older boy down onto the bed and sending the handcuffs spinning off across the floor. He nipped the side of Harry’s neck with his teeth, right where he could feel the pulse beating, “But I think we should take turns being boss.”