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The music was loud, and though the beat was steady and slow, sensual and romantic, it didn't keep business men from shying away. Why would they when the place was filled with expensive girls and expensive whiskeys. It was the kind of place Vegas fit right in, but of course still stood out. Not only as the owner of the place and a VIP guest, but also as one of the most handsome men that would set foot in the door for the rest of the evening. It wasn't uncommon for girls or guys to hit on him, and usually he'd only turn the girls down, but now that he had Pete, he had no plans on accepting any flirtatious remarks or even just responding to them. Pete had realized this was happening the minute they stepped through the doors too, clinging to Vegas' arm- something he'd usually never do in public, just to make sure they knew Vegas already had an obedient pet. Pete too got his fair share of attention, a mix of jealous and lustful stares following him as he walked with his partner followed by a crew of bodyguards dressed slightly more casually than the both of them.

Vegas was wearing a beige suit with a white button up shirt and of course a plethora of gold jewelry both on his neck, and hands in the form of a watch and a selection of varying size rings. Amongst those rings, there was one that stood out more than the others. It was the minor families heir ring. It was the symbol of all he was worth, all he owned, and all he was capable of. Like a big metal sign on his chest declaring the danger beyond his cold caramel eyes. The complexity of his being alone was dangerous enough, no less threatening, but that ring. It was material proof of his lingege and all the blood on his hands. It was also the ring he'd eventually share with Pete if everything went according to plan these next few years. Pete, on the other hand, was wearing a white button up shirt with tight high-waisted leather pants, and a leather harness crossing his chest and one other his thigh. He hadn't expected to be wearing something so... scandalous? out tonight but after having seen Vegas put a leather harness on under his blazer, Pete decided to do the same. It was only fair. Honestly, he was shocked to see Vegas willing to let him leave the house like that, but it also made him feel quite sexy. In passing, Vegas was handed a martini and a glass of wine for the two, the mixed drink going to Pete and the red wine going to Vegas who was yet to have his first glass of the day.

Once they reached upstairs, the private lounge above the rest of the club sat comfortably in a lift to oversee the people below, Vegas kissed Pete in the Cheek and disappeared into one of the conference rooms leaving Pete to look out at the crowd below, enjoying the music, and taking slow sips at his drink. The meeting really was taking forever, and Pee was a little bored with nothing to do but look out from the railing, so when a waiter brought a drink up to him claiming a man had bought it for him, he took it without much further thought. Making eye contact with the stranger, he raised his glass slightly as to thank him for it, and turning back to lean against the class with his back. Of course it was then that Vegas came back, noticing the brightly coloured drink in a new glass and giving Pete a questioning look. Since when had he become so familiar with cocktails?

"The waiter told me someone from below bought it for me. I didn't want to be rude so I took it" Pete explained, and suddenly the look in Vegas' eye changed. Nodding, he looked out at the crowd briefly before placing his hand on the boys waist again. He was going to make sure that everyone knew Pete was taken, and by whom by the time they left this club. And he'd be damned if he wasn't going to remind Pete himself as well. He should have known something like this was going to happen- actually he did. That's why he didn't want to bring Pete in the first place, but the stubborn brat came with anyway. He shouldn't have given Pete the idea to dress like that either. This entire evening would have gone so much better had they just stayed home. The investors didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered over Pete; the most important person in his life. Unfortunately for him, Vegas too was a stubborn brat. Taking the drink out of his hand and setting it aside on a bar table and replacing it with his own and a kiss on his knuckles. "Have I told you how pretty you look in this?" Pete chuckled, noticing the obvious effort to divert the attention away from him.

"I don't think you have... You were too busy getting friendly with those guys" Pete said simply, deciding to play hard to get just for the hell of it, though it was more than clear where he was going to end up tonight. "Only as friendly as I need to be for the deal to go through. You know this business, bunny." Pete tilted his head curiously, taking a step closer and draping his arms around Vegas' shoulders loosely. "Why bunny? You've been calling me that a while now... Where did you get that from?" A smirk befell Vegas' face and his grip on the boys waist tightened just a little bit. "Bunnies are cute and smart and innocent and perfectly submissive...they make for great pets... But they are also known for one another thing" Vegas hummed slyly, the connotations making Pete blush. Those big brown eyes and his porcelain skin, it was like Pete was a doll handmade expertly to suit Vegas' every preference in a man. Now his only preference was Pete. No, not preference. It was an underlying rule. It has to be Pete. No one else could compare in a million years and no one else ever would. Pete's eyes fell to the others lips and Vegas' did the same, staring as if they were waiting for the other to break and give in first. Surprisingly enough, Pete was the one who eventually caved, den near throwing himself at Vegas with no further thought to the guards or the people below. "Vegas..." He breathed out shakily, having pulled away for a moment to catch his breath. "Let's go home."

"Quickly"

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