And I Will Consume You

3

Had it been hours, days, weeks, or months since the mission? Pete didn't know. His head had been foggy with incomprehensible thoughts since he came back; flashes of what had happened that night replaying in his mind like a broken DVD on a tv he couldn't turn off. As much as he hated it, he was curious... What did Vegas's lips taste like? Alcohol and cigarettes? Was it bitter-sweet? Would it be just as addicting as the feeling of the lingering touch of his fingertips against his skin? While any normal person would have spent all these nights remembering in fear and disgust, Pete was slowly crumbling under the weight of his own intentions. He wanted to go back. Just one more time. But how?

Since then, Kinn had made it very clear he no longer wanted any affiliation between the minor families and his bodyguards and they were to speak only to the Main family's heirs, so he could hardly knock on the door and say Kinn sent him. But then again, Pete figured he had plenty of time to plan that out on his way to the Minor family's house, where he was dead wrong. He knocked on the door and was let in without hesitation, the men knowing who he was, though when they brought him up to Vegas's office, knocking on the door, Pete realized just how little he knew what to say. Before he could fully collect himself, the guards opened the door and pushed him inside, staying behind as there were already two guards in the office with Vegas.

Looking up from his screen, there met eyes for a moment, seeing the same spark of evil he had seen in Vegas's eyes that day. With a wave of his hand, the other two guards left the room leaving them alone and an intense silence as the older of the two stepped closer at an ominously slow pace. "Did Kinn send you?" With each step Vegas took nearing the boy, Pete took one backward until his back hit the wall behind him through the thick fabric of his suit jacket. Even through it, Pete could feel every dent and curve of the wall, indicating the man that was approaching him had relieved his anger onto it a few times. Vegas took a few more steps closer, being maybe half a meter away from Pete before his feet stopped and his chin moved up to look down into those big doe eyes he loved, waiting expectantly for an answer.

Pete shook his head timidly, embarrassed for coming here in the first place. God, if anyone found out he will be so dead. There was no way boss Kinn would ever let something like this go. Sure, he hadn't betrayed anyone the way his Boss did, at least not directly, but sleeping with the enemy wasn't something anyone should be proud of. Not in this business, and not under these conditions. "Speak. You have a mouth, don't you?"Pete flinched, though he himself wasn't sure why swallowing the lump in his throat before opening his mouth to speak. "No sir"

The loud slam of Vegas's hand hitting the wall beside his head made Pete jump. Though he hated to admit it, like many things about this twisted relationship, was that he could tell what Vegas wanted just by seeing the stern look on his face. It was obvious Pete knew because not long after that, Vegas raised a brow, waiting for the boy to correct himself. "...No Master" God this was so shaming. It had been awful enough saying it while he was vulnerable, but now where he had every chance to run away, he didn't. "Good boy" Vegas hummed, stepping closer one more time, the hand he had been leaning against sneakily moving to the back of Pete's head, grabbing the thick black hair and pulling it tightly. "Well then... Why are you here princess?"

Vegas knew exactly why, there was no question about it. He knew the second he saw Pete's face, but he wanted to hear him say it. Not out of the cruelty of his heart, but rather because he knew sure as hell he wasn't going to do anything without consent. That and he wasn't going to do a single thing unless Pete got onto his knees and begged for it. Pete shifted in his shoes, his lips pressed together tightly as if they were glued shut. "I..."    he hesitated, feeling a slight blush rise to his face. Was he really going to ask for this? he could still escape if he wanted to, there was no one stopping him. But all those things he'd lost sleep over, all the things he wished Vegas would do to him, how could he run away now that he had the chance? "You what?"

Vegas too seemed to be growing impatient. He wanted it just as badly as Pete did, and it showed ever so slightly through the ever icy gaze of his hazelnut eyes. Seeing the shift of emotion behind those calm oceans was both terrifying and oddly arousing. Every last inch of his body was crawling expectantly, awaiting Vegas's touch, his lips pressed shut once more as he collected himself. "I want you"

Before he could process what had happened, Vegas's other hand snapped to his neck, gripping it tightly as the other continued to pull at Pete's mane. What he wouldn't do to him right now. It took him and his strength in its entirety to restrain himself, but like he'd said, he wasn't going to do a thing until Pete was begging on his knees. What fun would it be otherwise? "Is that how we ask for it?" Vegas growled softly, the purr coming from the back of his throat so sultry it damn near made Pete's legs turn to jelly on the spot. "You need to be taught some manners, Princess" Vegas hummed softly, "Once you learn to be good, you can have your reward"

Taking Pete by the wrist and holding it tightly, he dragged Pete back into the play room, though this time putting him in a wooden chair instead, that blasted velvet blindfold finding its way over his eyes once again leaving his vision fuzzy, barely able to see the changes in light around him. "Now..." Vegas started, circling Pete for a moment before tying his wrists behind the chair; though, this time, the restraints were made of thick red rope as opposed to the black leather cuffs from last time.

Unbuttoning the boys shirt, he slid the thin fabric off of his shoulders though not bothering to take it off completely- There would be plenty of time for that later. Right now he was too focused in undoing his belt and folding it into a loop around his dominant hand. "Let's see how quick a learner you really are"

"What's my name, princess?" He asked, circling the younger like a vulture once again, the buckle of the belt in his hands clicking with each slow step he took. "...Master" Pete said again, squirming slightly in discomfort.

"And why is that?" Pete gulped, shifting in his seat waiting to be struck by the leather strap at any second. "Because you own me" Vegas didn't have to speak for Pete to tell he was satisfied with his answers so far, but that didn't mean anything. Not in the long run. The steps continued, the heels of Vegas's expensive, polished shoes clacking against the hardwood floors.

"Good. Now tell me... Why exactly is it you came crawling back?" Vegas knew exactly how to pick apart Pete's pride, disassembling him bit by bit only to put him back together in a way more suitable to himself. Pete took a moment to think. What was the honest answer to that? Not even he fully knew.

"I've never felt that way before... I liked it" This felt less like he was confessing desire and more like he was confessing his sins to a pastor or monk. No amount of praying would ever justify or undo all the unspeakable things he'd dreamed Vegas would do to him. The footsteps stopped and he heard a deep chuckle erupt out from the silent void behind him.

"You're so sweet, princess" Vegas chuckled, tossing the belt aside knowing it was pointless to keep as Pete had been so deliciously obedient thus far. "One more, just one"

There was a short moment of tense silence that filled the air as Vegas leaned closer, his hot breath grazing against Pete's ear before breaking it with a whisper.

"How much are you willing to give me?"