And I Will Consume You

12

Maybe a heavy sleep was the reason for Pete waking up so early the next morning, but it wasn't likely. Though he'd slept soundly, the monster he craved haunted him even in his dreams. It was maybe five thirty in the morning when Pete found himself awake again and took a cold shower, not bothering to wait for the ancient plumbing to heat up the water he knew he would be wiping off of himself in a few minutes anyway. It was the first time in seemingly forever Pete had the luxury if dressing casually, Though he did go out to follow Vegas in casual clothes before everything had happened. Pete was still so confused. Why did Vegas tell him to go away? Why did it hurt so bad? What was it exactly that he felt for him? And why couldn't it all just go away?

The questions buzzing in Pete's head like a broken record started to drive him mad. They had been the same damned question attacking his peace of mind since Vegas first told him to go. What was worse was that the constant image of Vegas with someone else plagued his mind. He'd never been a jealous person, but he hated the thought so much. He hated the thought of Vegas touching someone else the way he would touch him or kissing someone that wasn't him. It wasn't fair. Pete had done everything right, hadn't he? He did as he was told, he admitted it all to Kinn, he even came begging for more, what else was it that Vegas could possibly want? Maybe it was because Pete had said he hated him... Maybe it's because he called him disgusting out of revolt for himself. No matter how perfect he was or could have been, Pete would eventually end up blaming himself anyway. It was just too easy to do so, it was a quick explanation to ease the ever intrusive thoughts and it was the one thing keeping him from going completely mad.

Vegas, on the other hand, had already lost it. He hadn't slept all night, having broken out in a cold sweat mid way through falling asleep paired with the less than appropriate dreams that had accompanied his rest. How he wanted Pete here right now. How he wanted to touch him, kiss him, hold him close and maybe slip a finger or two in his mouth just tow arch him squirm. While Vegas was fully aware he had quite a high sex drive, it had never been quite this high before. Every minute of his life, waking or not, he wanted Pete. He wanted to be near him, around him, on top of him, inside of him. The thought of finding himself another partner was Anything but pleasant. Vegas didn't want anyone else. He didn't want a model or an innocent uni student, or an experienced whore. He didn't want anything. Vegas didn't want anything but Pete. Pacing back and forth didn't help either, nothing did. He tried and tried to convince himself it was all just pent up stress and anger and that he didn't really mean it, but he would always wind up wishing Pete was there anyway.

It had been maybe half a week since Pete first arrived at the house and he'd spent most of it sitting with his feet in the sand, enjoying the cool breeze and trying to erase any memory he had of Vegas, no matter how intrusive it became. The house had also been somewhat restored to it's former glory, though the exterior paint was still chipping and he was yet to tame the weeds that had overtaken his grandmother's beloved garden. He felt so guilty for having let it go so much, but he had forgotten about normal house upkeep ever since he'd moved in with the major family and hadn't thought of it since.

Pete was well aware that both the major and minor clans could easily track him down and fund him here, but he wasn't worried about that anymore. There was no real purpose for his existence anymore anyway. His grandmother was long gone, his friends were taken away from him, his job and his lover cast him out. Now he was felt all alone, free to do whatever he pleased. He'd always dreamed of the day he'd be free to explore the world, but he hadn't expected it to be so... Dull? Lonely, maybe was a better word for it. Sure, Pete had many options, he had many things he could do now that he had all this free time. He could eat whatever he pleased and no one would judge him or deny him of it, but he didn't want to.

Currently stood in the kitchen, leaning against a counter as he finished washing up his dishes, his mind had spaced out and the circular motions if his hand clutching the sponge almost entirely useless now as the bowl had been clean for three minutes, now just making a mess with foamed soap. He wasn't pulled out of his trance until he heard the loud slam of the front door being kicked in, making him jump and drop the slick bowl in his hands.  The sound of the breaking porcelain was enough to alert the man of Pete's location and rushed over to the cramped kitchen space where Pete stood both ready to fight and to accept his enviable fate. What he didn't expect was to see Vegas' face, forehead beaded with sweat and his eyes screaming a hundred thoughts at once.

Vegas had lost his mind, he could barely see, no kess form cohesive thoughts and his impulsive actions reflected that, violently pushing Pete against the counter and pinning him there. "I can't take it anymore. I'm going crazy. Pete, I need you" the boy was at a kiss for words, his mouth agape and eyes panicked as he was unsure of how to feel, no less reply. "I don't want you as a toy anymore. I want you as mine. I'm going insane without you" every word that came from Vegas' lips made Pete feel dizzier. His heart was yearning for it to be true but his mind refusing to believe it. Not even his stomach was sure, both swarming with butterflies and twisting with bile. What was he saying?! Vegas couldn't honestly be telling the truth, not even if his expression made it seem as though he wanted to cry. It just couldn't be. How could he ever trust him?

"I don't care what I have to do to make you mine... I'll find a way to make it happen."