And I Will Consume You

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There wasn't a word in any language that could keep Vegas from doing precisely as he'd promised. Not a blade or bullet that could slow him down and not an army that could strike him down. Vegas would fight if he had to, and he would fight until Pete accepted him again, even if it killed him. The pain he'd put himself through being without that boy was far worse than even the most cruel death. "Why?" Pete mumbled under his breath, his voice shakey and insecure. "Why did you chase me away?"

Vegas gulped hard, his stern, serious face faultering slightly under the pressure, but quickly returning to its original state again. "Because you confused me. I've never been jealous before... Never that angry or impulsive." His eye twitched just thinking about what had happened but managing to keep his composure none the less. "I won't let anyone touch you. I want you to be mine. All mine. No one else's. The thought infuriates me" though Vegas' words seemed too good to be true, there was a tone in his voice that made every word sound so genuine. If this was all a lie... If this was all fake, an excuse to get Pete to do his bidding again, it would hurt so much worse than before. "Why me?" Pete asked again, Vegas getting irritated by the question. "I don't know. I have no fucking idea. Your smile? Your pretty face? Your laugh? I don't fucking know."

Much like his father, there was one thing Vegas hated more than anything in the universe, and that was either being wrong, or not knowing something. He'd been blessed with fantastic higher education, knowledge that regular men would know nothing of,- a master of strategy and negotiation, but if he didn't know something, he felt like a child. Weak and useless. Pathetic and dumb. He'd been born into a position if power, vorn to be a man like his father, a man he despised but admired all the same. He'd grown up being taught that vulnerability was a plague to his blood and there was nothing that could ever fix what being vulnerable did to your status. Of course in this field of work that was as much a blessing as it was a curse, but right now it seemed more like the ladder than anything. He had to admit his shameful truth just to -maybe- convince Pete to come back to him.

"Like I said, Pete. I don't care what your answer is now, I won't stop until you belong to me. There isn't a curve or cravace in this universe were I won't find you. I'd gladly crawl through every ring of hell, knees bruised and bloody, to have you." Vegas wasn't a kind person, Pete knew that all go well. He was a sick bastard and nothing more. A monster. Vegas had said himself he wasn't the type of person to like anyone, he killed and tortured dozens of times In front of him, but Pete still didn't want to let go. Maybe it was precisely that, the rarity of his love that made it so special. Beyond sex, Pete wanted Vegas to cherish him, to care for and protect him. Still, even though he knew how twisted the man was, he wanted to be with him. Vegas would never change, he'd always be the cruel beast he was, but Pete... Liked it? As much as it hurt, as much as it was disgusting and vile, he wanted more. Every touch was calculated, every kiss was strategic, and every toy he used was carefully picked as if he knew exactly what he was going to do before they had even started. Now was no different. Vegas somehow knew every word Pete needed to hear and made it poetic, as if he was professing his eternal, passionate love for him.

"I'll take you with me to see the major family whenever we have discussions. That way you can see your friends without having to be too far away. My room has plenty of space for you too" Vegas started, reaching his hand out for the other to take. They were as still as those of a surgeon and as rough as those of a fighter, yet still somehow soft and gentle. "Come home with me, Pete." His hand reached out hesitantly, not making it all the way before Vegas had captured it with his own, pulling him into a kiss. Though it was slow, it was still as passionate as ever, the orders tongue not being shy to explore the warm cavity of Pete's mouth, casting that wicked spell once again to cloud his judgement and lure him into his trap. Pete was fully aware of this, but like a sailor he couldn't resist the others siren song. It was the oldest curse in history,  blind love, but it felt too good to deny no matter how cold hearted you claimed to be.

Vegas didn't even have to fight for dominance as Pete knew where he stood in comparison. The other could kiss him for hours, though him in any which way he pleased and he wouldn't fight back for a second of it. Everything about that man was addictive and destructive at once, his lips tasted like vanilla and smoke, his scent was so dominating and his touch sent him to heaven. Every grip of his waist, caress of his neck, and tug of his hair made Pete weak. It didn't matter how badly he limped or how bruised he ended up being, the pain too had turned to pleasure and he could no longer differentiate the two. "Mine... All mine. Anyone else who looks at you... Anyone who touches you, hurts you or seduces you. I'll kill them. I'll never let you escape me again princess."

At this point, Vegas was prepared to do anything he'd hunt him down if he tries to run, he'd tie him up or chain him down fi he had to. And he'd be does if Pete were to have a single mark in his body he hadn't made himself. "Are we going home now?" Pet eased meekly, not quite ready to return to whatever mess he'd left in the first place. Hed just started getting used to the fresh air, it'd be a shame if they left so soon. "no, Bunny. Not yet. I want you all to myself for a while first. I need to make sure I spoil you before he head back to the house..."

"...Spoil you in every way I can think of"