And I Will Consume You

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Pete noticed the change in his demeanor; the way Vegas' eyes sparkled looking at him, the way his kiss lingered in his lips like a ghost, and the way he wanted another. When they finally did meet again, Vegas' hand found its way to cup Pete's cheek gently, caressing it before moving back to stroke through his hair. Vegas didn't know why it was so hard getting those words past his lips, but he really did love Pete. It was the only word in any language other than pure, adoring, and passionate attachment that could come close to describing the euphoria he experienced looking into those big brown eyes. He didn't know for sure that was as anyone would be able to tell it was entirely due to his upbringing. Maybe if things had been different... If his mother had been the one to raise them, maybe then things wouldn't have turned out this way. But at the same time, he wouldn't have met Pete of that where the case, and a life without Pete wasn't a life worth living. He'd just found his purpose, why would he ever want to go back to when he lived for nothing at all. "Do you love me, Pete?"

"Yes" not even a second of hesitation had stopped Pete from answering. He really was turning into Vegas, getting blunter by the day. "But I'm afraid it'll be too much to ask for in return." There were two different answers in Vegas' mind fighting for their place on the tip of his tongue which would determine his future. On one hand he wanted to confess, he wanted to admit it without worrying about what might follow, without fear or hesitation, but he knew better than that. He was the son of a minor crime Lord, how could he ever escape the endless cruel possibilities that were certain to come.

Vegas, however, and against all odds, felt the same. And while he did want to and very well could fuck Pete til the crack of dawn whenever and wherever, he too couldn't help but let himself be vulnerable around him. Pete was too sweet a person to keep it inside. There was something about his aura, his demeanor, that made Vegas feel so comfortable and safe, as if he were the home he never had. Sure it could be because he had never been loved like this before, not genuinely. He hadn't been embraced like that his whole life and wanted the affection. Tawan had been an entirely different story as he lived a Vegas, but the feeling wasn't mutual. But with Vegas and Pete, they both loved each other, and that made it so much more special. He'd never been so fucking happy in his entire life, so relieved, so carefree. In fact, now with Pete, he'd barely thought about his father coming back.

"You know..." Vegas started again, his eyes traveling to the ceiling "my father has never been proud of me, but when he found out I was gay... He lost it." Pete sat down on the floor beside Vegas, watching his every change in expression as he recalled the story with an oddly fond smile. "He beat the shit out of me so bad. I always thought I was a freak. A sexual deviant. I tried to deny it, but the more I did, the more sadistic things I wanted to do. I think I got that from him" Pete hummed quietly, barely a whisper as he watched his feet sway for a moment before moving to meet Vegas'. "I guess we're both freaks then" he chuckled, wanting to lighten the mood a bit. "I evidently enjoy pain more than I probably should and you like watching me suffer."

"I just want to be with you, Pete." The boys eyes grew wide as his head snapped to look up and meet Vegas' gaze once again. "But every time I close my eyes... I'm afraid you'll disappear. You'll stay with me, right? You won't leave me all alone?" How could a man as strong as Vegas be so sensitive at once? Every time Pete looked into those big, sad eyes he could better see the hell he'd gone through his entire life just to get here. And for what? Pete couldn't decide if hos dedication to making his father proud was admirable, destructive, or both, but either way, he knew the pressure would eventually kill him. Looking down at Vegas' hand, Pete slithered his fingers underneath his palm before gripping it tightly. "I'm not going anywhere... No matter how psycho you may be." He was in way to deep to ever get out now, even if he wanted to. And while Vegas certainly was off his rocker, there was one thing that would hopefully never change- and that was his love and obsession with Pete.

"I'm so afraid to lose you, princess... I've lost everything already, I'll be damned if I lose you too." As much as both Pete and Vegas would like it to be, that was no understatement. Vegas had lost everything he's ever loved save Macau, who was no different from himself. He lost his mother, his pets, any friend he'd ever had, he lost his first love, he lost everything he fought so hard to get, and he had nothing to show for it. Not a penny, not a shard of respect. Nothing. He was at constant battle with his cousin, he was under constant pressure from his father to outperform him, and there was nothing in this god forsaken world that he could do to ever please that man. Vegas could take over the world and to his father, that still wouldn't be enough.

"Then you better hand on tight"