And I Will Consume You

4

"Too much"

Now that was what Vegas wanted to hear. He wasn't asking for information or insight or anything remotely work related. What he wanted was his mind, body, and soul. He wanted to own every last inch of all of the above. The thought alone excited him- how completely Pete would be his. There wouldn't be a second of the day where Pete wasn't thinking about him. He wanted to swallow him whole if he could, that way Pete could never leave, never betray or disappoint. Sex wasn't enough anymore. He wanted more than that. He'd have Pete at his feet for the rest of his life if that's what it took to satisfy this new found obsession. His urges could no longer be tamed by any old whore that came by. He wanted Pete. He wanted to make sure Pete would never feel the sweet sensation of piece of mind ever again. His little pet.

"I'll never let you escape me" Vegas purred, his patience wearing so thin it was about to break. "Not ever"

Why was it those words had Pete so weak? Was it the fault of his own issues or maybe the sick fantasy the idea brought to mind. Maybe it was how dangerously addictive Vegas's every touch felt against his skin, the tingling sensation burning its way into his brain like hot metal. He wanted to be his slave, his Pet. Pete wanted to be everything Vegas lived for and more, he wanted to be his obsession.

Vegas felt the same, though it was the idea of Pete being afraid of him that got him off the most. The power he held over one man, it was enough to leave him begging for more. Vegas wasn't looking for redemption for what he'd done in his life. He would never repent, not even at the gates of hell. He was the devil himself and he wasn't afraid of death, nor what could come after. He was a psychopath at its finest. He'd killed, he'd tortured, he'd broken and ruined so many people. He was very capable of hurting Pete in every possible way, but that too excited the boy. Maybe he was just a sucker for pain, but he wanted to be tied down. He wanted to be chained up and devoured.

Vegas picked one of the candle up of his dresser, watching the flame flicker as he moved across the room and the smoke turn to black soot disappearing into the air as he tipped the stuck to watch as hot wax dropped down to hit Pete's chest, running down and drying on his body soon after. "Remember this?" Vegas whispered with a smirk, watching as he let more of the hot red liquid drip down the man's chest. That got cold pretty quickly though and Vegas put the half burnt candle stick aside again, setting his fingers trace the marks the wax had left even as it begun to flake off under the movement of Pete's skin.

Pushing Pete to the ground, Vegas impatiently shoved the chair aside, positioning behind the boy who was now sat on his knees, hands still tied together with the thick, silky twine rope. "Look at you... So sinful. Like you were born to serve me." Though Pete hated it, it was starting to feel true. Why was he not fighting back? Maybe out of hopes the other would find him boring or maybe out of fear. What he wouldn't admit to himself was that he liked being controlled like this. He'd always obeyed, but out the fear of God. Now he was obeying out of the pleasure he found the devil could give him with such ease. Leaning closer to his ear, Vegas gripped the boys head again, jerking Pete's head back to fall onto his shoulder. "Now then... Let's play"

Pete was led to bed again, this time thrown into his belly, hands above his head and still restrained. Vegas wanted to fuck him so badly, stuff his mouth with a towel gag and watch as his muffled moans filled the room, but not yet. Not quite yet. Instead, Vegas took his time unzipping Pete's pants and pulling it off, letting the fabric fall to the floor before a harsh smack to his rear made Pete jolt. Another smack swiftly followed before Vegas spoke again, a smirk adding sin to his already devilish words. "Who do you belong to?" He asked again, watching as Pete writhed beneath him, his cheek already having turned red with the harsh smacks he'd placed on them. "Y-You" Pete whimpered out, the hot sting of the spanks sending electric waves through his nerves and putting him in a state of blurred euphoria. "Who?" Vegas asked again, spanking him slightly harder. "You Master... O-Only you"

The way Pete stuttered was so cute Vegas couldn't help but want to spank him again. Those pretty little moans were so pathetic and sweet who was he to ever stop? He too had been thinking about their first encounter ever since Pete left, and he was extatic, to say the least, when he saw the boy had come crawling back for more. "Who can see you like this? So vulnerable and sensitive" Vegas's voice trailed off as his eyes were caught on the faded outline of his bitemarks, so faint they were almost invisible. What he wasn't pleased with, however, was seeing a deep purple mark on his inner thigh. "O-only you" Pete repeated, but this time Vegas didn't seem to be satisfied with his answer, spanking him one more time, a lot harder than the last. "Then whats this?" He growled, resentful jealousy coursing through his vein. Pete wasn't worried about another person nor himself hearing that, rather he blushed and buried his face deeper into the pillow.

"Huh?" Another spank followed and Pete lost his words whimpering quietly as his fingers dug into the fabric of the pillow above him. "I-I made it... I wanted to t-try" He whispered, the redness in his face making it clear he wasn't lying. Hearing this brought a new kind of smirk onto Vegas's face. His fingers weren't shy to find their way to the mark, pressing down on it before rubbing gentle circles into the skin. "Is that right? Then tell me, Princess. Who were you thinking of when you made it?" Again, based on Pete's reactions, Vegas knew all too well who he'd been thinking of, and It turned him on even more, his hands running up the crevace of the boys spine. "You" Pete whispered hoarsely, biting his lip gently as he felt himself get hotter every second that past and he wasn't touched. 

"What were you imagining I did to you? Huh? Was I pleasuring myself? Or teasing you? Or were you tied up and helpless, begging me to touch you?" Vegas spoke, his voice as deep and sultry as ever almost making Pete melt. How was he so effortlessly, addictively attractive? Pete stayed quiet, his brows furrowed as he pressed his lips together desperately trying to keep himself from begging or moaning. His silence brought a deep chuckle to Vegas's lips, his hand moving back down his spine to his hips. "All of the above, eh? You slut" Pete had imagined more than just that. He'd imagined so many grotesque, dirty things 

"How about we make those dreams come true~"

Vegas spared no time undressing himself with one hand as the other was in Pete's mouth, getting the boy coat his fingers in saliva despite having a bottle of lube at his side already. The second he was completely undressed, Vegas pulled his fingers from Pete's mouth and let the slickness of the saliva assist him in inserting them, starting with two. Pete gasped at the unfamiliar feeling, it felt so much better than he'd thought it would, the sting that came with the movement only making it better. Vegas's fingers moved violently, without mercy and whatever was left of his patience had finally run out, taking his fingers out and replacing it with himself. Pete moaned loudly even with his face in the pillow. Vegas wasn't holding back any longer and he fucked hard, his hips crashing into Pete's at an inhuman pace, rolling his hips up with each thrust as to hit that bundle of nerves that he'd found using his fingers before. Realizing Pete likely would last long under this, Vegas decided to add another element of fun into their play, grabbing a cock ring and slipping it on the boy as he continued to fuck him hard. Pete hadn't done anything like this before, not having dared to even finger himself, so he was as tight as could be, occasionally clenching around Vegas who let out an odd deep groan of pleasure. 

"Fuck, you're so tight" Vegas groaned, moving his hips faster and using this to his advantage, wanting to fuck Pete's brains out as long as he could just to make sure Pete knew who he belonged to. Pete felt lightheaded, his moans only getting louder as he clawed desperately at the silk sheets hard enough to almost tear them. Noticing this, Vegas flipped him around, lifting Petes legs to rest on his thighs as he looked down at him, watching his every pleasured expression. His moans were so whiney and desperate it felt like he was doing it to intentionally rile Vegas up even more. "Ah~ You like it?" "Yes" Pete didn't hesitate to answer, not thinking at all as he was too overwhelmed by the sensation to process what the other had said. "Fuck" Vegas groaned, noticing how sinful Pete's pleased face really looked, bringing his hand back to the boys neck. All the things he wanted to do and so little time in the day, how unfortunate, Vegas thought to himself, all the toys he wanted to use and all the ways he wanted to see Pete moan. That was all to come, and he was so excited, but for now, he wanted to make sure Pete knew exactly what he'd been hoping for all this time and he knew exactly what he'd be getting from now on. 

"Mine... All mine~"