And I Will Consume You

15

When Pete came out of the bathroom, he was pleased to see the table had been set up with dinner and wine, the smell of the food luring him closer even from across the room. Basil fried rice, beautifully golden brown chicken, and shrimp katsu, and an assortment of vegetables. Vegas was sat at the table already, facing him with a rather indifferent expression as he stared down into the screen of his phone. It wasn't until he noticed Pete approaching hin that he put it away. Pete could tell that Vegas wasn't used to this kind of stuff, and he wasn't much a fan of it, but the attempt was appreciated none the less, besides, how could he turn down a good dinner? Watching closely as the boy took a seat at the other end of the table, Vegas set the glass back down, his eyes not interested one bit in anything but Pete. He looked so delicious right now it had almost entirely spoiled his apatite. Right now he was hungry for a lot more than just food. All the lewd images that flashed before Vegas' eyes made it difficult not to stare, not even bothering to try and disguise his obvious want, but deciding not to act on it quite yet either. God knows the second Pete gave him the slightest confirmation he'd pounce like a lion to it's pray, but that was neither here nor there.

Pete seemed nervous too. He wasn't sure how to act, this side of Vegas, it was strange to see. And while he certainly did not mind the gesture, he wasn't sure how to feel about all of this. Thanking the other for the meal, Pete kept his head down, not daring to look into those deep, fiery eyes in fear they might put him under some sort of spell the way they had so many times before. It was so strange, looking back, how Pete could have forgiven him for all the pain he caused him not only emotionally, but physically. Maybe he was like Tawan- self destructive enough to not see the threat Vegas was, or maybe he really was crazy enough to love him. Either way, Vegas couldn't keep his mind focused anymore. No matter what happened, no matter who died or what was happening around him, his thoughts always circled back to Pete.

Just thinking of Tawan made him shiver with disgust. He had never once lived that man, it was less than pleasant for him to have to pretend too. And sure, while he did enjoy the nights he spent with the man back in the day, he by no means enjoyed it more than he did with Pete. Pete was feisty, he caught back, a man with a pretty face but a sharp tongue. How was he to resist? Vegas gritted his teeth imagining anybody else with his toy, his princess. It didn't just make him angry, it drove him mad. Vegas was very much the type of man to get jealous. Not over fuck buddies, not over pointless partners or toys, not over anyone but Pete. Pete noticed his intense stare, trying not to make eye contact in fear he'd get a rise out of the other- but that only made it so much worse. The way he licked his lips nervously, averting his gaze but those big doe eyes eventually catching glimpse of that velvet stare again. Again, it only got worse when desert was brought to the table, the chocolate mousse topped with  cream that looked so pretty on the boys lips. Finishing his glass of wine, Vegas tapped his fingers on the white table cloth, only making the other throw more anxious though he wasn't oblivious to what the man wanted. Finally losing his patience, Vegas stood up, slamming his hands on the table. God this was killing him, he'd never gone so long riddled with lust and not doing anything about it. The second Pete left he could have called someone up or made a new 'friend', but he didn't. Vegas wasn't the type of man to resort to touching himself either, he was too proud for that. No, instead he waited patiently until now. But that was long enough.

Grabbing Pete by the collar of his shirt, he pushed the dishes aside, ignoring the crash of the porcelain shattering and pushed Pete down onto the tabe, his hand covering the boys mouth and squeezing either side of his face to keep him from moving before he loosened his grip to let his thumb glide over those pretty lips. "V-Vegas" Pete stuttered, blushing furiously as he felt the other place himself between his legs. Ignoring the sound of his name, Vegas pressed his lips onto the others, but only briefly before moving to his chin, jaw, and neck. "Vegas" Pete spoke out again but to no avail, as if Vegas couldn't hear him in his endless lust. The kisses littered on his neck moved back to his lips, this time a lot hotter than before, as if the other was getting restless. And that's precisely what he was feeling. He was tired of waiting. Before Pete could utter out the man's name one more time, Vegas interrupted him. "Damnit..." He growled to himself, his scarlet eyes focused on the red of the boys lips. "You make me crazy."

Pinning the boys wrists over his head with one hand, Vegas used the other to gently caress Pete's neck, moving down to examine it closely, looking for any trace of their last session only to find a blank canvas. "All those pretty marks are gone... We can't be having that, now can we?" Vegas hummed, and though his voice was soft, it was no less threatening than usual. "Phi..." Once again, Vegas ignored him, and it didn't take long for Pete to catch onto the reason for it either. "I didn't bring any toys with me, so We're going to have to work with what we have."

Pete gulped, the hand on his crotch not helping the growing issue he had in his pants. How could he be so weak for someone? For another man? Sure, there was nothing wrong with being in love with the same gender, but Pete had been raised conservatively under his grandparents, he'd been raised to turn a blind eye, to ignore, to avoid it. But now he was laid under a man and he was ashamed. Not because he wanted it, but rather because he didn't feel guilty for loving this shameless beast. Maybe he really was the makings of a psycho, too weak to say no, too smitten to want to run, and too masochistic to fear the pain. "Well? What do we say, Princess?"

"... Master... Please..."