And I Will Consume You

18

"I'm still sore from last night, I'm not letting you do it again" Pete huffed grumpily, placing his hands in either side of the others chest though he didn't push hard enough to shove him away just yet. "Who said I want to do anything of the sort?" Vegas grinned, that wicked smile sending shivers up Pete's spine who finally pushed him away. "I said no."

That had been the first time Pete dared to raise his voice, and he wouldn't apologize for it. Vegas' surprise was plain to see, and he backed away with a frown though it didn't last very long as he quickly hid it beneath his ever emotionless facade. "No, you're right. If you want it, you'll come begging at my feet. Now run along, Princess, I've got some work to do. I'll join you in a bit, for now, get some rest." Damnit! How could this mind make him angry while walking away? It was so frustrating just how easily Vegas hot to him no matter what he did, for good or for bad. 'Well see who'll be begging' Pete thought to himself, a growl escaping his pouting lips before turning to the sofa and dropping down onto the cushions. 'Yeah right.' Whilst, looking back, Vegas had made Pete beg for it before, it didn't mean Pete would let it happen again. It has been embarrassing enough the first time, he didn't need to relive that memory right about now, just as he was starting to think Vegas might have a kind hearted part to what little soul he had after all. Of course he didn't, that idiot was as annoying as ever. And while it wasn't exactly Vegas'intention to get Pete all worked up, he didn't mind as it was quite funny to watch the boy throw tantrums like a six year old bratty kid getting the wrong colour toy for christmas.

Vegas, on the other hand, knew exactly how this would play out; It was quite simple really. Pete would go a few days pretending nothing was wrong and then he'd get needy and want it but his pride would get in the way, so instead he'd try to tease Vegas- which no one should ever do if they value their ability to walk... And speak. Then of course it would circle back to Pete begging for it and Vegas would refuse, tie him up, and watch him squirm until he broke. It was always the same game of cay and mouse, yet it never got old or stale. The mouse could tun, but the cat would always wind up catching it in the end. That was part of the fun really. The chase was great and all, but why run when you know you'll be the winner of the game anyway? Besides, Vegas didn't like the thought of doing anything without Pete's consent - that consent being pathetically begging at his knees or whining and pleading with those big doe eyes looking up at him.

Minutes, Hours, days passed. at least that's what it felt like, and Vegas had long since lost his patience. Even so, he held back, knowing the payoff would be better with every second longer he refused to touch the boy. That's what he'd asked for after all. Pete had caught on to Vegas plan by now, and though he'd convinced himself it wasn't worth it, he too had turned into a ticking time bomb. Vegas had barely spared a glance at him at all since he denied him and it was both infuriating and obviously a major red flag. Vegas as a man was one huge fed flag and it was plain to see, yet Pete hadn't considered leaving to be an actual option for him. Not anymore. This game felt like it would last forever. It was torture, having to sit and wait and pretend to be innocent while his skin was boiling him alive and there wasn't a thing he could do in his own to stop it. "Damn you" Pete growled out between gritted teeth, Having found his way downstairs and stood at the ledge of a  counter holding a glass of wine. It was nice having the chance to drink on occasion as he was rarely allowed back at the main house. Luckily, working under Mr. Tankhun, he could get away with it without being punished like if he were to have worked for boss Kinn- Porsche having been a perfect example of that back in his early days. "You look grumpy" a voice spike out from behind him, making him jump. It was unfamiliar and when he turned, the man standing there was not surprisingly a stranger.  "Mr Vegas is caught in a meeting, he'll be home later than expected"

Now taking a closer look, Pete could make him out to be the same guy that had sat next to him when he had gone on the mission with Porsche and P'Arm and had stared at him during dinner. How embarrassing. "It's good to see new faces around here... Not a lot of us are quite as handsome as Mr. Kinn's boys." Smiling awkwardly, Pete nodded a thanks, nervously taking another sip of his drink. Yeah, compares to the people back at the main house, the guards and workers here seemed to have a drastically different demeanor and relationship with their work - likely because they are treated under different conditions here. "Mr. Vegas seems to like you a lot... None of his toys have stayed around this much quits as long as you. You must be sweet as sugar" Pete felt sick. Uncomfortable was far out if the range of his emotions right now and was a feeling he would much rather experience instead. He wasn't sure if it was the fact that this dude was easily ten years older than himself or the uneasy feeling that washed over him everytime they made eye contact. He didn't feel a single thing he felt towards Vegas for this dude. He didn't feel respect or  attraction or fear or love or even just friendship. He didn't know the guy, why should he? And that only made the fact that he was approaching even worse. Everytime the man took a slow step towards him, Pete took a step back. That was until he hit a table and was forced to resort to looking away instead.

"You've got me curious now... What is it that's so special about you? Are you just as sleazy as him? Or are you just that good?" If Pete could, he would vomit right then and there, but even his stomach refused to play along, simply twisting with bile in place of relieving the tension. Thankfully Vegas showed up just on time, clearing his throat before approaching Pete and entirely ignoring the other man's presence. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Princess~" Vegas hummed, a smirk in his face though his eyes were screaming bloody murder and a gentle peck fell into the nape of Pete's neck.  It wasn't before Vegas heard the man behind him back away and turn to leave that he himself moved to face him as well, pulling a gun from wedged between his belt and pants. There wasn't a moment of hesitation nor a shred of regret in Vegas eyes as he pulled the trigger, watching the man fall limp to the floor and the red spill from his head and chest. The last time he had been anywhere near this angry was when Kinn interrupted him and Porsche in the bathroom of the bar, and even that was tame compared to how he felt right now.

"Pete, Come with me. Now."