And I Will Consume You

9

Pete tried to moan, whine, beg, say anything, but the words wouldn't come out as anything beyond a muffled humm as he laid on his chest, a gag in his mouth to keep him from making any noise. Why? Because this time they weren't in the okay room... They were in Vegas's room. Of course that didn't stop Vegas from using a plethora of toys to his advantage. He did promise to make Pete scream after all. The boys hands were tied behind his back with the same leather cuffs as last time, a faint buzzing echoing through the room along with the tiniest moans. He also had a blindfold covering his eyes, being completely oblivious to where Vegas was at all unless he occasionally moved the vibrating toy deeper inside of him.

It felt so good, the ribbed spine of the toy moving back and forth as Vegas adjusted it every now and then, hitting the sweet spot on occasion. Even so, it didn't feel nearly as good as Vegas did. It was a different kind of measure, and while it was nice, it didn't compare to him in the slightest. The toy was cold and coated in lube and the silicone simply didn't fill him up in the same way. This was hell. He couldn't say anything, he couldn't move, and he couldn't see. All he could do was twitch and twist under the pleasure, biting down in the white gag hard every time Vegas thrust it inside of him again. "You like that, don't you?" Vegas hummed deeply, his voice making the hairs on the back of Pete's neck stand tall. "Slut."

Deciding to position himself behind Pete, Vegas straddled the boys legs, his hands gliding over the others skin, shiny with sweat from anticipation alone, occasional wet kisses being placed strategically along his spine. He wanted Vegas so bad, there was no describing it. His body was burning and every second he remained pointlessly whining for more, it became hotter. Finally hearing the other unbuckle his belt, Pete twitched slightly beneath him, making Vegas chuckle. "So desperate for me... How adorable."

Deciding to momentarily take the gag out of Pete's mouth, Vegas forced his head around, sliding his tongue between Pete's lips again as the younger moaned into the kiss. This went on for a little while enjoying the brief make out session before he pulled the toy out and replaced it with himself, the snow white gag back in Pete's mouth muffling his sinful noises. Vegas wasn't gentle, he didn't want to be and Pete didn't want him to be either. The second his hips had begun moving, they slammed into Pete's as hard as he could, a hand in either side of the boys hips just to get a better angle. Pete wanted to scream, moan, beg, plead, whatever it took for the other to slow down even just a tiny bit, but he refused to tap out, the pleasure overriding the pain and corroding his sense of right and wrong. Just minutes ago he was mortified, stuck between his lover and his boss, back to back with his best friend trying to keep anyone from getting shot, and now he was being punished for not having obeyed soon enough. Punished was not the word he'd use in this context as it was rather overstimulating pleasure as opposed to something that would make him thoroughly regret his decision like pain. Vegas growled under his hot, jagged breaths, ripping the fabric from between Pete's teeth to better hear his whiney, lewd moans.

Vegas was livid. He was frustrated about what had happened- that man had touched his property, violated Pete's boundaries. He hated how angry he was about it and he didn't understand why the boy beneath him felt so much better than any of his previous partners. He hated knowing someone dared to even look at Pete, dared to look at what was his. How could he ever let Pete out of his sight now? Even if Pete wanted to go, Vegas would follow. He wouldn't ever let this go. How could he lose the only person in his life that seemed to satisfy his barbaric, sadistic need to ravage and dominate whatever he could. No one would dare let that go, no matter how sane they claimed to be, and Vegas was anything but.

Vegas didn't stop, not until he'd cum for the third time was he finished, pulling out and undoing Pete's restraints. The other was a panting mess, his skin coated with an even layer of sweat making it shine like a  porcelain dish in certain light. He hadn't expected Vegas to have lost control like that, especially in front of Kinn who knew his weakness. Pete couldn't possibly go home like this now and face his friends, his boss, after what he'd done. Unless Kinn and Vegas magically erased all qualms between one another and the two families existed in complete harmony, he doubted he would ever see his friends again. This was all a big mistake. He could have gone about his life pretending nothing had ever happened the first time and not had to face a single conscience of it, but now he was stuck in a mess he himself had caused and all for what? Sex? He'd never acted so impulsively, immaturely before. He didn't even think it through before he came knocking in Vegas's door, now look at him, laying face down in the sheets full of shame and regret. Even when morning came and Vegas had left the bed to go take a shower and grab a bite to eat, Pete stayed curled up between the wrinkled sheets. Nothing would ever be the same.

Vegas returned after an hour or so, surprised to see Pete still moping around in bed, though he figured it was because his legs were still shaking. "Go take a shower, the maid will be around to clean the bed soon" Vegas said, his voice as if nothing had happened at all. What a fucking bastard. Why did this asshole have to be the man he was so smitten with? Couldn't it have been anyone else? Literally anyone else? Pete felt like crying. Why wasn't Vegas acting like a prince come to the rescue or a gentleman and perfect lover? Why wasn't he different? Did none of it mean anything to him? Was he really that heartless?

'Don't kid yourself, Pete' he told himself, letting out a sigh, 'people don't change. This isn't a teen romance drama where the bad boy turns out to be a total sweetheart. This is real life.'

'Maybe the joke's on me.'