And I Will Consume You

7

Vegas was born into a life of pain and crime. He never once blinked when hurting someone else for his benefit, and he never considered the possibility of redemption. Not once had the thought crossed his mind, not even now that he felt himself lose the last inch of his sanity for a boy he wanted to watch writhe in pain and pleasure beneath him. No matter how sweet Pete's kiss might be, it would never be enough to calm Vegas's need for his sadistic habits. He couldn't contain that monster within himself and he didn't want to. It was unfortunate that the next time he got to lay his eyes on the boy, that he was being approached by a stranger who wouldn't back off no matter how much Pete refused, insisting to test Vegas's already short limits. Even so, he had a job to do and he was here with Kinn, so he couldn't just leave. Even as his blood boiled and his emotionless eyes turned dark with a rage only the scent of blood could cure, he stayed in his seat, his hand gripping the glass of wine tighter and tighter until it shattered and spilled the drink all over his shirt.

Taking the gun from between the fabric of his jet black suit pants the belt that kept it tight to his body, Vegas pulled the trigger without hesitation, shooting the man sat across from him in the head, swiftly followed by his bodyguards - what little he'd brought with him. The other guests of the club screamed and piled onto one another trying to get out, but Vegas wasn't finished yet. He hated when people pushed his boundaries and he hated it even more when people touched his property. Grabbing the man who'd dared to touch Pete by the collar, he pushed him against a wall, slamming his head into it brutally before slamming him into the Bullard table in the centre of the lofted space. He slammed the man's face into the edge of the board over and over, blood spraying into his face and clothes as he did so but even that wasn't enough. The man barely still conscious, but he was still alive, and that was a problem. Tossing him back into the floor, Vegas began to kick him as hard as he physically could until he himself got tired, finishing the job with one last hard stomp to the temple of the man's head, hearing it crack under the pressure. There was no describing the rage he felt right now, not a cell in his brain capable of snapping him out of this trance.

Noticing movement approaching him, he turned to aim his gun, those black eyes still dialed and shaking with the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Though the rest of his body was trembling, Vegas's hand was as still as ever, the barrel of the gun aimed flawlessly as always, but this time directed at his cousins head. Kinn was confused to say the least, and so we're the rest of his body guards. All but Pete who had understood perfectly. Well... As much as a man could having watched his 'lover?' Beat the face of a man in bloody. It took a minute or two for Vegas to lower his gun again, beginning to regain focus to his blurred, foggy vision, his gaze still laser focused on Pete. "You..." He growled, his voice significantly deeper than normal. He turned to face Pete, chin low and stare so intimidating it damn near turned Pete's legs to jello. "Come here... Now."

Swallowing hard, Pete looked to Kinn for permission, who simply nodded out of curiosity but too was caught off guard when Vegas simultaneously grabbed the boys neck and pulling his hair, pulling forth a surprised, shaky gasp. Hearing the click of guns now pointed at him, Vegas was both careful and reckless with his next move, smashing their lips together once again. The kiss wasn't returned immediately, but he didn't care, tugging at the boys hair again to slip his tongue inside the boys mouth quickly, too hungry with anger filled lust to care. Pete couldn't return the kiss, no matter how much he wanted or needed to. He couldn't, it would immediately expose his relationship with Vegas, not that this situation hadn't already done more than enough, and he was in no mood to be lectured or punished by Kinn.

When Vegas finally pulled away, he refused to loosen his grasp on the boy before him, his eyes still burning. "What part of you're mine don't you get?" He spat, tugging at Pete's hair one more time. "Don't ever let another man touch you again or I'll lock you up. Permanently." Before either of the two could say another word, Vegas felt the cold steel of a gun pressed to his temple. Kinn. "First Porsche, now Pete? You've got guts"

The deep chuckle that Pete both loved and hated so much rumbled from the pits of Vegas's stomach like thunder, the electricity in his touch coursing through every last inch of his skin. "I wanted Porsche to get at you, but Pete... Pete is already mine. You should have heard him moan my name" Vegas grinned, Kinn's jaw clenching tighter as he saw the panic rise to Pete's face out of the corner of his eye. "Don't worry, I don't care about the information. I already got all I need from Big. Pete... Pete is just the perfect toy to break... So obedient and submissive, like I've kept him for weeks already"

Pete felt sick. He wasn't getting out of this one no matter how hard he tried. Even Porsche had a look of surprise and disgust on his face. "He's delicious, I'm glad you didn't take him first" Vegas continued, each word making Kinn itch to pull the trigger more, but Vegas moved it aside to step closer to him provokingly. "He even came to beg for more... Ain't that cute? Who needs Porsche when he comes to ask for it all by himself? Do you want to see it? I'm sure someone could dig up the clip for you" each word that came out of Vegas's lips only made things worse and worse. Damnit of course there was a clip, that was the same playroom Vegas had used to record all those videos in spite of Kinn in the first place. "Go on... Shoot me. That won't erase the fact I've already had one of your most loyal man begging at my feet"

"Pete. Is this true?" At this point it was just a question of who Pete was more afraid of, Vegas or Kinn? Kinn could kill him easily, and Pete was terrified of dying, but he was even more scared of what Vegas would do to him if he disobeyed now. He looked as if he was about to cry, torn between two men he was too afraid of betraying. "Is it, Pete?" Vegas grinned sadistically, raising a brow. "What master are you going to choose?"

"Let's see if all my hard work payed off"