And I Will Consume You

8

"Kinn... Let's put the gun down" Porsche says sweetly, his hand moving to the side of the barrel, slowly pointing it down before getting in front of it. Pete did the same, but for Vegas, standing back to back with his best friend hoping things don't escalate to the point of someone getting shot. Vegas seemed less understanding of this though, at least in his own way.

"Say it, Pete. Go on" Vegas urged, his eyes screaming lust and murder all at once. It was this look he'd been so afraid of. There was no turning back, there was no escaping. He was to be eaten alive whether he liked it or not- even if he did confess now, it likely would ease the punishment he knew was coming his way. "I'm sorry Khun Kinn..." Pete started, the lump in his throat growing thicker and tighter with each breath, feeling Kinn's burning eyes and Porsche's confused stare in the back of his neck. The pressure was in once again. If he didn't answer, Vegas would break him, and he would forever be suspected by Kinn. If he lied, Vegas would ruin him in every sense of the word. That man would make him regret ever having spoken at all. But if he said the truth now, he might get away with it. At least in Vegas's part. Kinn would never forgive him, there would forever be tension and distrust. The relationship he'd built with his boss would be shattered and all those years of hard work would have gone to waste. Was there even right option when they all seemed so terrible?

"It's true."

The only thing that stopped from Kinn shooting Pete on the spot was Porsche. If it wasn't for him, he'd have had a bullet tear through his chest already, laying limp and lifeless on the cold, hard ground. Vegas knew Kinn wouldn't do it, not with Porsche here, which was why he'd made him say it in the first place, but there was always that off chance Kinn would do it anyway. There was no predicting a man like Kinn, and neither was there for a man like Vegas. Cousins felt too far considering all the striking similarities between the two, but there was still one factor that made them so different. Kinn was cruel, but Vegas was so far beyond that. Kinn loved and cared for his people, Vegas pretended to, but deep down, they were all scuttling lab rats to him. A heartless killer, a merciless god, the only man Pete was both mortified and aroused by.

"Don't worry Kinn, I don't want any information. Big did good enough a job at that. I'm just enjoying myself the way you are with Porsche" Vegas hummed, his hand snaking around Pete's waist to pull him close. While his relationship to Pete couldn't be farther away from what Kinn had with Porsche, there was an element of truth behind it. Vegas hadn't asked him for a drop of information, from the beginning beyond which video Kinn would like most, but that was hardly relevant. "What reason do I have to ever believe you?" The other man growled, rolling up the sleeves of his wine red, silken shirt.

Vegas simply laughed, wiping his hands free of sin on his blazer. "You never learn, do you, Kinn? In this business... You don't believe anybody. I thought Tawan taught you well, but maybe not." Vegas wasn't wrong, Kinn knew all too well, but that was then, and blood is thicker than water. The vows either of them had made to stay true, they fucked everything up from the start, and Vegas was the only one smart enough to see the truth. Even so, he said nothing. Why should he? It was much funnier watching Kinn look like a fool.

"I have a bullet with your name on it, don't forget that" Porsche pulled gently at Kinn's arm, noticing the anxiety build in his friend's already haunted expression. "How could I? What an honor"  Vegas mocked, licking his teeth before turning back to face Pete instead. Goodness he looked so pretty like this. The club lights only enhanced the fearful expression and the flashes from red to purple gave him so many ideas for new ways he could play with his new favorite toy. Leaning down to the crook of Pete's neck, Vegas smirked into his skin, gliding his tongue along it where the faint outline of a kiss mark stained his skin before biting down into it. Pete gasped, his breath getting caught in the back of his throat. How could he do that now? Did this man feel no shame? The younger squeezed his eyes shut tightly, his face burning with embarassment as he stomached the pain. One of Vegas's hands travelled down to Pete's ass, not shy to grab it as he pulled away from his bite, a string of saliva still connected to the patch of red but a sudden short but passionate kiss made it disappear soon enough.

"Well, if that's all from you, dear cousin, I'll be taking my leave now. There's more important business I have to attend to right now" It was simple to read the message behind his words and it was obvious Pete had no choice in whether or not he has to follow the other's back to the house as he was dragged out by the wrist with a power not even an army could fend off. "You took too long to answer, Princess. I think I need to teach you a lesson..."

"And this time I won't be so gentle" Pete felt a shiver flow down his spine, the adrenaline already pumping through his veins and making its way to the centre of his brain. The second they arrived at the house, Pete was shoved onto the desk ruthlessly, the others lips attacking his neck and creating hundreds of marks- each if which pulled a faint whine from Pete's pale pink lips. Vegas made himself comfortable between the boys legs, one hand in his hair and the other holding onto his thigh before shooting his silver tongue into Pete's mouth again. His kiss was oddly gentle and rough at the same time seeming to know just the right balance between the harshness and intensity to drive the boy beneath him crazy.

Pete could kiss this man for hours. His lips tasted like wine and regret, there was nothing quite like it. No drug in the world could compare to the high he felt with Vegas's lips against his own and every time the kiss roughened slightly, Pete couldn't keep himself from moaning. Vegas could tell how weak the man was under him and it only added to his own bliss. So perfectly submissive, as if he'd been bred to belong to him. As if his body was hand crafted to serve and obey, his lips designed to be kissed, his hair engineered to be pulled and his skin developed to be marked. There wasn't a thing about Pete that Vegas didn't want to ruin, to own entirely, and there wasn't a single inch if his body he didn't want to explore until the crack of dawn.

"I can't wait to hear you scream"