Pete never understood it. The way his body heats up. The way Vegas had tortured the man. It sent chills down his spine. His hairs standing on edge. He didn't hate it. No. He loved it.
No one knows anything. Of course besides Vegas. Although he likes to hide it and drive him insane. He did not want anyone finding out about his secret fantasies of horror with Vegas other than him and Vegas himself. So instead, he just watched it play out. Ever since Gun (Vegas father) died, he had been so hot tempered more than usual.
Pete can handle him when he is like this, very well indeed. He made sure that Vegas was okay. But deep inside he loved when he got this way. He loved when he would throw stuff and hit him. Yes, it hurt. A lot. But the way his face turns red and his body tenses and muscles flex made him want to drop to his knees and pleasure him right there.
Vegas always felt bad after everything that happened. Pete was also mentally hurt. And in the end the two always found a way.
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Hedgehog VegasPete
FanfictionThere will be lots of nsfw btw.... also the content of it will be very hard to handle, there will also be strong language and very descriptive parts. if you do not like the term BDSM do not read🥰 #9 in Kinnporche #6 in Thailand #15 in domsub
