This fanfic begins when Vegas and Pete live together in the Minor Family mansion. Vegas will have to join forces with the Main Family for an important weaponry deal, causing Pete and Arm to work together undercover. This makes a possessive Vegas mad...
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Pete POV
"Why do you want me to go into the closet?"
"Why not? Isn't that your fantasy?" Vegas smirked. "Isn't that what you suggested to Arm?" Vegas held my arms tightly, pushing me backwards into the closet. I saw a shadow over his eyes. He was staring intently into mine. A mix of emotions. I felt the danger in his gaze.
"Don't even start." I held him in his arms too. "Besides, the only time I was inside this closet, you took me out of there and beated me up, don't you remember?!"
Maybe I shouldn't make Vegas reminisce about bad things.
"Forgive me Pete..., please." Vegas let go of my arms and brought his hands to my face. He changed his threatening tone to a lower, tender, regretful one. "Give me a chance to turn this bad memory into a pleasant one, uh?!" He kissed me slowly, tasting my lips while caressing my cheeks. "I promise I will never hurt you again...unless you want to." Now it was the seductive, shameless Vegas talking to me.
Vegas must have multiple personality disorder...but I'm madly in love with each of them. What kind of disorder do I have to love him that much? A very serious one. I don't ever want to be cured.
We deepened our kiss.
Vegas pressed me against the closet door and lifted me up. His hands held tightly around my butt. I held the back of his neck with one of my hands. With the other hand, I took hold of his shoulder. My robe opened. One side slipped past my shoulder. The towel that had been wrapped around Vegas' waist fell to the floor.
Vegas carried me into the closet.
Vegas has an amazing body. Even though we're almost the same height and I'm also strong, Vegas is stronger than I am. His perfect body turns me on.
"Inside a closet is really tight, huh?"
Vegas has me on my feet. He reached for a tie from the closet.
"What are you going to do?"
"You know what I'm going to do." I could feel the stinging desire in his voice.
"My wrists are already bruised. Why do you like to tie me up?"
"Because that's the way you like it best." He kissed me and smiled lewdly. I can't resist Vegas sexy and flirtatious voice.
"Idiot."
Vegas turned me onto my back and hooked one end of his tie to the bar in the closet. My arms were partially raised.
"Bend." Vegas whispered in my ear.
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Vegas POV
[So call out my name (call out my name) Call out my name when I kiss you so gently I want you to stay (I want you to stay)]
