And I Will Consume You

5

When Vegas finally finished, pulling out and discarding the used condom, He didn't think after-care to be necessary. Pete had only come for one thing after all, and they were nothing more than two people sharing the same sick, depraved needs. Pete had passed out almost immediately after from the sheer amount of physical exhaustion, but his sleep was still weary. All the things they did, he still didn't get to find out what those lips tasted like. Why was it Porsche was so special? Was it because of his build or his looks or his rebellious personality? Or was it because of his relationship with Kinn that Vegas wanted him.

Pete felt so disgusted with himself, dirty and sinful in every way. How could he let himself go like that? He felt nauseous and despite his exhaustion, his sleep was by no means refreshing or restful. He felt so guilty, as if he'd betrayed his family for giving into blind, foolish lust. Of course Vegas didn't love him, Vegas didn't love anyone, but what Pete hated the most was that he couldn't fight the jealousy he felt for Porsche. The way Vegas spoke to him, the way he treated him and how he was so kind. Why couldn't it have been him instead? Was he not good enough?

After maybe a ten minute nap, Pete woke again to see Vegas smoking on the balcony of his office, the door between the rooms open, letting the fresh breeze clear away whatever scent of sweat and sex was left over. Sitting up carefully, being sure not to make too much noise as to alert the other of his waking presence, he carefully slipped his clothes back on doing his best not to irritate the sore area on his lower back that he knew would be quite a literal pain in the ass for a day or two. Pete felt like crying. What was wrong with him? Why did he do this? Why did he want it? What was it exactly about Vegas that made him so weak and how was he unable to resist it? None of that he knew the answer to quite yet, but he was sure that whatever depraved relationship he'd gotten himself into with Vegas, he didn't want it to continue. Not entirely.

Pete got up, limping slightly as he moved towards the door but the twist that the handle caught the others attention rather quickly. "Not even a goodbye?" He asked almost mockingly, that stupid smug expression making Pete want to shoot him in the face. "This is never happening again. Do you hear me? Never. You're disgusting."

Hearing this made Vegas's eye twitch, his body itching to put the man back in his place, but he'd disappeared behind the chestnut door before he could say anything at all. As much as he was displeased by it, he too had to admit he enjoyed last night perhaps a bit too much. He'd always enjoyed breaking his playthings, but now, he hadn't considered it at all. He loved the idea of the boy fearing him, but had hate if it were true. He was infuriated by Pete's final remark yet it hurt worse than anything his father had ever said or done to him.

"I'm getting old" Vegas chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he took another deep breath of tobacco. That was the only expiration for this, the only realistic one at least. He was getting soft with age and he was just in his twenties, That's no good. "That brat will be coming back in no time"

He couldn't have been more wrong. Pete had barely opened his mouth since that night, having taken a boiling hot shower to melt away any lingering touch on his skin or scent of Vegas's body, discarding of the evidence before having retreated into his room and stayed there until morning. Mr. Tankhun hadn't noticed he'd left the night prior and quite frankly didn't care all too much. The others hadn't noticed either having been too busy training or watching series to realize he'd left the main house at all. What everyone did notice was how unusually quiet he'd become, and how he refused to eat. Pete had always been quite fond of food, a glutton even, so when he rejected grilled pork and mung beans, there was a mild panic amongst his friends.

"Pete" Ken asked, who was sat next to him at the breakfast table, poking the butt end of his chopsticks into the boys side to get his attention. "Are you sick? Why don't you eat something?" Pete shook his head dismissively, continuing to poke at the food in his plate. "I'm fine, I'm just... Not very hungry this morning" There was a brief moment of tense, doubtful silence between the group at the table before Pete spoke up again, excusing himself. "I'm going to leave first, I'll see you later" he bowed politely and brought his dish away, the food untouched beyond the slight disorder his chopsticks had brought to the neatly organized meal.

Pete left the cafeteria rather quickly, needing a fresh breath of air and finding himself standing in the courtyard embracing the warmth of the spring sun when he jumped at the sound of not one, but two familiar voices. Boss Kinn and Mr. Vegas were talking to each other, Porsche following shortly behind with his hands folded behind his back, quiet and obedient to Kinn knowing how jealous his boyfriend got when Vegas was around. Pete, on the other hand, couldn't have been more stiff, his shoulders cramping up and the bile in his stomach becoming more unruly with every minute that passed.

"What is it that you want now, Vegas." Kinn spoke harshly, not afraid to show his displeasure being in the company of his biggest personal rival. Vegas ever sultry eyes turned as sly as a fox, gliding over to focus on Pete, who'd done his best to ignore their presence so far. "I'm here to take home what's mine"

Pete felt him head twitch with anger hearing the other speak so casually about that to Kinn. This was supposed to be between them only, how could he put him into that kind of danger? "And what would that be exactly?"

Vegas turned his body to face the direction of Pete, calling out his name which only made the younger stiffen up more. "I left my favorite lighter on the meeting room table. Could you get it for me?" Pete's fierce eyes were a welcome surprise as Vegas watched him turn and bow to his own displeasure, doing as he was told. Vegas had been clever enough to leave his lighter there on his way to see Kinn and he'd hoped to run into Pete somewhere along the way. Pete groveled to himself, grabbing the stupid lighter and bringing it back to Vegas who only seemed amused by his frustrated expression; What a psycho.

"Good boy" Vegas purred, taking the small, polished metal box out of the boys hand with a lingering touch and eye contact. Pete pulled away almost immediately, the contact raising goosebumps to his skin and that blasted chill that ran up his spine every time he felt that gaze upon him. Vegas noticed the resistant look on Pete's face and frowned, pulling him closer to whisper into his ear before pushing the other away again and lighting him a cigarette.

"Don't forget who it is you belong to, princess"