Continuation of VegasPete moment from episode 13, if they weren't interrupted by the waiter taking out trash.
Vegas needs Pete to know that without Pete he's nothing. Without Pete he'll perish. And he'd beg on his knees, if that's what it takes for...
Vegas might have said that in the serenity of the moment, but it didn't mean that he had lied. There, laying beside him, almost naked (except for the slacks that Vegas had oh so graciously lended) and his body covered with all sorts of marks made by Vegas himself, Pete really had looked extremely sexy.
But nothing readied him for the sight that greeted him once the back door to the club opened. Strolling out carelessly is a Pete clad in a off-white(with black patterns) shirt. The top two buttons popped open, one end of the shirt tucked inside the black pants that hugged his hips beautifully and his hair beautifully messed up.
Now Vegas had asked Porsche to bring Pete to the club, not have him ooze all sorts of sex pheromones! Vegas's heart clenches painfully at the thought of all the vultures that may have eyed his Pete sinfully.
So all in all, Vegas deduces that he hates Pete's messy hair. Actually no, he hates the fact the it makes Pete look so sinful.
And as much as Vegas tried to change but Vegas, himself, knew deep inside that he would still be a bastard who wouldn't share Pete with anyone.
Now, hiding in dark, Vegas watches as Pete slowly leans on a pillar. Unlike other times, his eyes empty and void of the happiness or defiance that Vegas was used to. And it hurt him.
The thought that he himself was the reason of Pete's pain caused Vegas's heart to burn in agony. Feeling as if deep slashes has been made on his heart.
His eyes narrow a little bit, trying his hardest to see what Pete had just grasped in his hand. A little gasp almost made its way out of Vegas's mouth when he saw the cigerette.
Pete smokes?
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It shouldn't be that shocking, especially when Vegas, himself, always carried a lighter just in case. But unlike popular belief, Vegas wasn't a smoker. The only thing that had Vegas hooked would be wine. And now it seems Pete had become his other obsession.
But all the time that he had spent with Vegas, Pete had never mentioned himself to be a smoker. But then again they never really had the chance to talk about small habits. But Vegas is just happy to know another small detail about Pete.
He silently watches as Pete slowly pats down his pants, probably searching for a lighter. His lips slowly turning into a frown when he can't find one.
Normally Vegas wouldn't react. But something about Pete's frown made him uncomfortable. An incredible feeling took over him as if telling him Pete should never be uncomfortable or be deprived of anything. Anything even as small as a lighter.
So before he can stop himself, Vegas is already there, extending his hand with a lighter. His conscious telling him Pete would rather die then to accept his small help. But the little hope that he has in his heart, asks him to do what he's doing.
