And I Will Consume You

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Vegas dug his heel into Pete's thigh roughly, letting Pete control the pace of his movements but not yet taking his hand out of the boys hair. Rather, he leaned back to watch Pete work, a few hot breaths slithering from between his lips until the knot in his stomach released and he finished inside Pete's mouth, watching as the thick white substance dripped from his tongue. Pete was a mess though he couldn't even see the desheveled look in his eyes the way he usually did whenever they finished a session. Vegas scoffed at the sight, gabbing the boys face again to take a closer look, but only to spit in it before he got up  to fetch a rag which he tossed onto the boys lap before tearing his blindfold off.

"Clean your face. I'm not done with you yet" Vegas growled, the fire in his eyes yet to calm though he was satisfied with the boys performance just a second ago. "What now?" Pete asked, feeling both disgusted and ashamed of himself for having fallen for the trap Vegas had set for him.  God damnit. Every time. Why did he always end up being the good little pet Vegas wanted him to be? It seemed he really had no self control or free will when it came to this man and his endless burning desire. "We're going away. To a safe house. Where no one can find us." Vegas hummed simply, not expecting anything in response though that wasn't something one heard in passing every day. "What?"

Vegas had figured they'd need to run away eventually, he just didn't think this was what how they'd do it. His father would find out eventually, about whatever this was between them, and if he found out that Pete was a. Not dead yet, and b. Someone of such great importance to Vegas, he'd have killed Pete himself. And Vegas was not willing to risk that happening. "Pa will kill you if he finds out about my weakness for you... And I want to keep you all to myself... Safe and sound, hidden away. Then we can be alone and happy and you won't have to worry about anything ever again" yep. Pete was sure now, Vegas had officially lost whatever sliver of sanity he had left. He wasn't thinking straight, this wasn't safe for either of them nor was it a good idea as Vegas' father would eventually find their location anyway. "and what about Macau? Are you just going to leave him?"

Vegas paced around the room, Grabbing whatever he was certain he needed or didn't have at the cabin, which wasn't much. A burner phone, charger, wallet and bike keys, and lastly, Pete. He could hardly leave behind his beloved pet now could he?  But just as he slipped his favourite black gloves into his pocket, he heard the door open- instantly straightening up and bowing politely though, of course, it was met with a smack. The hit was a lot harder than before, so much so it threw Vegas off balance and caught himself on the metal tray table beside him. Why now? Just as he'd started to feel happiness for once in his life, why now did he have to come and take it away? "You idiot child" the man shouted, his anger powerful enough to make even Pete, who was on the other side of the room, tremble. "Why didn't you listen to me? Huh? Why didn't you kill that boy when I told you to? Now you killed one of my men and for what?" He spat, and though his eyes were staring daggers, his body seemed calm and collected as if every move had been carefully thought out. Shit. Maybe they were too late after all. Maybe there was no escaping- at least not for Vegas. Not as long as his father was still breathing and Kinn still wanted his head.

"You ruined everything, my trade, our ties with the main family, my fucking reputation. You're no son of mine. You're just an idiot" another strike fell upon Vegas' face, but Pete still remained silent. It was that look on Vegas' face- that of a broken, confused child, that broke his heart. Vegas really didn't know any better than this as family, did he? No wonder he turned out this way... "We're at war with them now. Is that what you wanted? They've surely sent men to hunt you down by now. By god I hope they find you. Get out. I don't want to see you again until all of this is over or until you've died trying, do you hear me?" And with that, he was gone, but those big sad eyes lingered a bit longer before turning into rage again and Vegas swiped the lamp and mess of tools and toys off of the table, sending them crashing to the ground with a Loud, frustrated yell. Why was he never good enough? Why wasn't he ever good enough at anything at all to satisfy his father? Did he really not please him even a little bit? And was the love and acceptance of his father really worth fighting for anymore? Vegas hit the table once or twice before his fist found its way to the concrete wall, staying frozen in place until his legs finally gave out and he collapsed to the floor, rubbing his tired eyes sore. All he ever wanted, since he was a boy, was to please his father. He'd always strived to do his best, to beat Kinn and give him something to be proud of... But he only ended up ruining everything. But now... Now he had Pete. Now he had a reason to fight and hed be damned if he was going to let his father or any of his men lay a finger on him. Pete was his favourite pet, his beloved toy, his biggest obsession and that wouldn't change for the world.

Pete remained quiet, watching from afar, though his expression showed all the pity he wished he could express in words that could help. He had never seen that before, the look in his eyes when Vegas' father scolded him. He looked so depressed, so helpless and alone. He looked like what Pete could only imagine he looked like as a child when his father beat him, the only difference was, that Vegas was still fighting to please a man who can never be happy. Pete's grandparents raised him for the most part as his mom and dad died when he was still pretty young, but he remembered every day he would come home and find his father waiting at the door. Maybe that was why he didn't want to leave. Because he and Vegas really weren't that different, he'd just learned to forgive himself for trying to please a person who wasn't even happy with himself. "Pete, Get up." Vegas said finally, getting off of the floor himself and brushing his clothes free of any dust that remained. "Let's go"