And I Will Consume You

2

"Please... Touch me"

Vegas hummed smugly, he was quite satisfied with how quickly the other had begged him already and he was nowhere near finished. He'd just gotten started. Where was the fun when he had barely enjoyed himself in the process? Nothing was more rewarding than watching another man fall apart with just one touch. In his current state, every inch of his skin was ten times more sensitive than usual, each hair on his body standing tall with goosebumps though the slight subtle touches just weren't quite enough. Vegas's hand moved up his chest, barely touching him but enough to send tingles through his entire body before eventually reaching his neck. Once again, Pete didn't expect this to feel good, but then Vegas pressed down the soft spots of either side of his neck, he gasped, lips parting as if he were to speak or let out a shaky breath- but neither made it past his porcelain teeth.

Vegas felt nothing but pure Lust for this boy. How could a man so skilled in this field of work be so innocent and beautiful beneath him like this? Though this all had started because he wanted to get back at Kinn, now he found himself enjoying it more than he had previously. Maybe it was the way he tried to resist it despite the pleasure, or maybe it was how pretty his little moans were, but either way, Vegas knew one thing for certain. This boy was going to be his, no matter what.

Gripping Pete's neck tighter, Vegas leaned down, trailing a few kisses down the man's surprisingly sculpted chest, his other hand continuing to explore his body everywhere from his back to his waist and hips. It felt sick doing this knowing all the things Vegas could and would do to get what he wanted, but it also felt way too good to stop. How could he let this happen? Pete was sure he would regret all of this afterwards and already sort of did, but he didn't want it to end at the same time. Who would? Each of Vegas's gentle kisses drove Pete a little bit closer to insanity and the grip of his neck finally loosened up, moving aside to allow for the kisses to replace his hand and pulling forth another soft moan.

Hearing Pete's pathetic little moan, Vegas chuckled again, smiling against his skin before gently dragging his slick tongue from the boys neck to just below his ear, leaning in to whisper. "I have so much more to teach you, princess~"

Before he could react or reply, Vegas sunk his teeth into Pete's skin, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave pink and pure tooth marks in his beautifully pale skin. Pete hissed at the pain, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins had too much of a rush to ignore, making him jolt and once again tug at his restraints aimlessly. Oh Vegas had so much more he wanted to do, countless unspeakable things. But right now, his goal was to push the boy to the edge by barely scratching the surface. He hadn't bothered to go as far as take Pete's pants off either, knowing there would be plenty of time for that later. Right now, he was going to make this boy squirm and beg for more if it was the last thing he ever did. Holding back had never been an issue before, he'd never felt the urge to go all the way with a toy he was teasing, but right now, he was halfway to convincing himself to retire his plan and be as impulsive and animalistic as he wanted to be.

Pete could hear the brief rattle of chains above his head before his legs had been freed and he was flipped onto his chest, his face in the pillow and arms crossed above him still bound in leather straps. Vegas continued to bite and kiss his skin, leaving red and purple marks wherever he could, his tongue occasionally tracing their outline before moving onto the next. Vegas wanted to make sure no one else would be able to see Pete's body for weeks knowing it was entirely covered in his signatures. It wasn't until he was satisfied with his work of art that he had Pete sit on his knees, face still buried in the pillow but now with two fingers in his mouth and a fist gripping his hair, pulling it back for Vegas to see his every sinful expression.

"V-Vegas" Pete whispered out hoarsely only to feel the sharp pain of a hand smacking him on the side of his hip, his ass too preoccupied pressed against Vegas's crotch. The man pulled his hair harder, a stern look in his eye as he forced Pete to look at him. "That's not my name. Not to you. Look at you... You slut, you're enjoying it so much already" he mocked sinisterly with a scoff. "You're nothing but a dog, right? You follow your owners orders..." Vegas's voice trailed off as he reached for a choker and chain, snapping it onto Pete's neck and letting one hand grab the leash firmly as the offer remained rooted in the boys raven hair.  "... Well, you have a new owner now. And I'm not nearly as nice as your last. So... What's my name, princess?"

God that deep, sultry, villainous voice was impossible to resist. Even his mockery sounded seductive and it only made the problem in his pants worse, his boxers already stained with pre-cum. Even so, Pete refused to say that word. At least until he felt a hand slip down the inside of his jeans to grab the prize Pete had been aching to touch from the beginning. "Ah! M-Master..." Pete finally uttered out though entirely against his will. "'Atta boy"

Pete felt so disgusted with himself for enjoying this. For enjoying being not only with another man, but with Vegas. How did he know every last spot that made him so weak like on the back of his hand? How did he know every last one of the sick things he was into, better than Pete himself? To his own displeasure, Vegas moved his hand out of Pete's pants again, but rather played with him through the fabric of his black denim trousers. He only massaged the area for a minute or two before Vegas felt Pete twitch and jolt beneath him, a string of moans escape his lips and a thick coat of saliva over his already juicy lips making it obvious just how much he had enjoyed the feeling. Pete collapsed into the bed, being flipped around roughly by Vegas who seemed to be over the power high already as if it was nothing.

"Now... I have a very special message for your boss I'd like you to relay... Can you do that for me?"

"DAMNIT" Kinn screamed, throwing his half empty glass of whiskey against the wall, watching it shatter into a million pieces. "This is too far. First Porsche, now you." He growled, tapping his fingers. His patience was wearing thin, and it was showing. Kinn had always been protective of his people, so when Vegas made his moves, he knew exactly how to hurt the most. The worst part was, Kinn would have cared nearly as much if Pete wasn't one of Porsche's close friends, by now he was furious.

Pete, on the other hand, was confused. Why had Vegas let him go so soon? And why did he want to go back? His life here with the main family was great. He had only ever been responsible for taking care of Mr. Tankhun and barely ever got into real trouble, so why did he want to to back? It's not that he wanted to leave the main house- why would he? They had almost everything. But Vegas had the one thing the main family didn't. Those eyes. Those eyes could command him to do anything; Anything at all. He'd got on his knees, he'd beg and whore and bend until he broke. Anything to please those eyes.

"Whatever that sick fuck wants, I'll give it to him. He just has to stay away from my people"

Maybe that was for the greater good, but Pete knew the second he heard Kinn speak those words, that it would be his neck on the line of sacrifice.