Narry [16+] || Dark Harry & Vagrant Niall

Niall POV.

Nervous and hastily I bit the last sheets of meat off the bone. I felt no pity for the dead chicken. It was just a stupid bird, why would I? I never really liked birds though, even no chickens. I heard the front door shut and hurrily I threw the bone in a garbage bin. I licked the sauce from my lips and pulled my legs tightly up, whereafter I put my arms around them. In an eye corner I saw the curls of the boy whom I feared the most at the moment. I tried to keep my face neutral, but that had no success. I followed every movement with my eyes.
"Oh Niaaaall," Harry sang, making his way to me.
I bit a little on my lower lip, afraid of what was coming. I knew exactly what he was here for, and though I didn't run away. I never did. If I ran away now I would probably be homeless again and I didn't want that. I thought back of the moment Harry found me. He seemed such a nice guy, but appearances are clearly deceptive.

I sat on a bench in the parc. My clothes were sallow and dirty. My shoes were completely well-worn. My hair was one big mess. The teeth in my mouth were crooked and yellow, of the many rubbish I had eaten already. I had no home anymore. I had screwed up everything. Some farther away, an old man threw some bread on the ground for the pigeons. Right now I was so jealous on these bitchy, winged animals. Before I noticed myself, I ran towards the bread, made a knee-slide and grabbed for the food on the ground. Greedily I put the bread in my mouth, hoping the pigeons would leave me alone, but they didn't. I was surprised. I thought pigeons would be afraid of me. Apparently they weren't. Instead they flew all around my head, trying to get the bread back. One went sitting on my head. His sharp nails pushed into my head. It hurt. I stood up immediately, with the bread still in my hands, eating everything but tasteful. The bird on my head wanted to fly away, but its paw was stuck in my hair. It pulled hard whereby it pulled some hair out of my head. Also that hurt, but still I didn't yell out. I hated these animals. Always stealing the bits of food I could get to survive. Why couldn't they keep it on worms or whatever they eat daily? I saw people staring at me, but I didn't care. Some people took a big bow around me. They thought I was disgusting probably. I ate every crumble of the bread while wandering to the bridge I used to sleep underneath in a carton box. I was so busy with the piece of food, that I accidentally clashed into another boy.
"Aah, watch out!" cried the boy and turned around. Then his face suddenly looked less irritated. "Oh, beg your pardon. Are you alright?" He reached out a hand to me, nonverbally proposing to get me up. Gratefully I took his hand and lifted myself up. "I'm sorry, I hadn't seen you," I excused myself.
The curly boy looked at his hand and sweeped the dirt that I caused on it off. "It's no problem. Are you from town?"
I shook my head. "No, actually... I'm from nowhere." I didn't know how to explain. Maybe I just didn't want to. He wouldn't understand.
"Oh..." The boy corrugated a bit. "You're a wanderer or what?"
"Wanderer, yes, that's how you could call it. Most people call me a vagrant."
"So I suppose you don't have a home then?" It was an otiose question but apparently he wanted to be sure.
I nodded once. "Sadly."
He looked thoughtful for a second. "You're not a thief, are you?"
Again I shook my head. "No, of course not. Stealing would be the last thing I'd do."
He nodded. "Why don't you come with me then? You can stay in my apartment if you want to."

"Have you eaten?" Harry's brows squeezed together. If you didn't know Harry well enough, you would say he's angry, but he was just looking thoughtful.
"Yes, Harry," I replied.
"Good." He petted my hair a bit like I was his little son. "Here some more." He put a new bag with food in front of me and forced me to eat it.
"Harry, I can't. My stomach is about to explode now."
Harry didn't seem to like that answer and slapped me right into the face. "I said eat it! You're still all bone! I want you to be chubby!"
I still didn't understand why Harry needed me to be plumb or crummy, but I knew it was for no good. Pigs are also not fully manure for nothing after all.Not that I thought he would slaughter me, but probably it would get close though. First I thought he just wanted to help me to get off my anorexia, but nothing was less true. Once again he moved his hand up, preparing to beat me again but much harder now. Afraid for the hit that would follow, I took the bag and started to eat everything that was in it. Every food Harry fed me, caused my stomach to become bigger and bigger, which made it easier to eat more and more. Though Harry kept overfeeding me. It was like a miracle that I didn't weigh 200 pounds yet.
"Good boy," Harry said, pulling his right mouth corner a bit up. "I'm proud of you." He kissed my sleep; an attempt to calm me down I assume. Sometimes Harry could be so sweet, that I couldn't mention him as the bad guy he sometimes could be anymore. He would call me his "babyboy" and touch me on a soft way, like I was his beloved. Maybe that was the reason I didn't leave him. I liked the love I got from him, because right now I had no one else to love me. He pushed me down on the bed and went lying all over me. Suddenly I felt powerless than ever. Harry never went lying on me, and it came all of a sudden to me. He placed kisses in my neck like he used to do before when we sat together in the couch. As long as I ate everything he wanted me to, I could do everything from him, except running away. Actually I didn't know if I could. I had just never tried it. Unawares I felt him biting and I let out a sudden groan. What was he doing? It wasn't a punishment, because if it was, he would have bitten so much harder. He placed his hands under my shirt, adroitly he pulled it off. He slided with his lips along my neck, down to my breast, where he seductively licked my nipple. A new groan left my mouth. He started to suck as a little baby, softly but with a certain hunger for something. I felt his hands everywhere, so quickly that I didn't have the time to guess where. Whilst he was sucking, he unbuttoned my trousers and pushed it down to my knees. Suddenly I felt uncomfortable. Not because Harry was touching me in an inappropriate way, but because I felt a large crushing somewhere in the lower reaching. That was the moment I realised I wanted him to do this. I wanted him to touch me in each possible way. I wanted to get rewarded for the things I had done for him, possibly against my will. Harry let my nipple go, saying "this is what I wanted you to eat for, so I won't break your fragile bones". He pulled down my underwear, stroking my penis once softly, whereafter I felt an immense pain in my bumhole. He had penetrated in me without any single warning. He moved fast to and fro, rubbing his penis along the sides of my hole. I felt like it was too tight and his penis was too big. I yelled out, both from pain and pleasure. No matter what pain it cost me, I wanted this. I enjoyed every single movement he made. Although I was around normal weight now, I still had the feeling he was breaking all the bones inside me. He had no mercy for my body. While I groaned his name several times, he only let out short but loud moans. After he had cumed, he pulled back and walked away from me, leaving me behind with a huge boner. He didn't do it for the love I hoped for. He did it to lose frustrations...