Lights of Vegas

To run or not to

“Run away with me Porsche.”
Porsche’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at the man in front of him,eyes wondering from the tip of his perfectly coiffed hair to the toes of his shiny boots. He took an instinctive step back as their eyes met  almost clutching at his collar like some defiled maiden at what he saw there.
Vegas stared at him with open want a hunger so deeprooted his eyes seemed alight in the dimness of the dungeons. It was the first time someone had ever looked at him like that, not even Kinn looked at him half feral with want. But behind the hunger was something else, well hidden but equally as bright, hope fondness hurt a flash of something dark that was gone before he had a chance to truly figure out what it was.  For a slight second the thought that he shouldn't figure it out crossed his mind because it had sent shivers up his spine .
‘Why?’ He licked his lips nervously as he stepped closer to the bars almost stopping again as he noticed the way Vegas tracked the movement of his tounge his own coming out to poke at his top lip as he swallowed eyes flicking up to meet Porche’s again as he continued.
‘ To hurt Kinn?’ He flinched as his voice broke over the man's name.
‘To finally win, to take something that belongs to him?’ He went still as the honesty in his last words fell between them, shattering his heart once again as he gripped the bars to keep upright. It was true he had become Kinn’s had given himself body and soul to the man who  then proceeded to break him into a million little pieces at nothing but a word from the man who once betrayed him. Who had looked at him and turned away as he begged him, to believe in him, those hatefull words still rang in his head hours later.
‘No!’ He started so hard he almost fell as a hand gripped one of his through the bars of his cell.
‘You are not his! You never were!’ The minor family heir gripped his hands so hard that he could feel bones creak, he pulled back an instinctive reaction to the pain but Vegas held firm not even seeming to realize as his eyes burnt into him lit with something that sent shivers up his spine again, a flash of heat warming him even as unconsciously tipped forward leaning into the other man's heat, into his words.
‘I’m doing this for me Porsche. I want you. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you, I wanted you when you knocked my brat of a brother ass over ears, when you stared down Kinn as he choked you out, defiant to the end. When we worked to bring down the Italians, those nights you spent under my roof just feet away were torture with how much I wanted’ Porsche had no idea when or how the other man had opened to the gates of his cell but he twitched as the handcuffs fell to the ground with a clang and Vegas worked feeling back into the hand he had been squeezing his touch gentle almost reverent as he traced over Porsche’s knuckles. His head hung low hair obscuring his eyes. But his voice, oh  the sound of his voice the raw want and honesty ringing through his words had him gaping at him his feet feeling as if they had been nailed to the ground even as his instincts  screamed at him to run.Intuition that he had honed in brawls and back alleys clawing at him. Run it screamed,now or you will never be able to again.
‘I wanted you that night as we celebrated and you relaxed, as I led you away pliant and  drunk’ his hands had made their way up Porsche’s arms over his shoulders and down his back as he spoke slow and methodical,probing as if searching for injuries. Though  his hands were innocent as they moved over him,his voice and the look in his eyes were everything but. Porsche felt like prey as those dark eyes pinned him in place. Dark as the depths of night and burning with the a possessivness that terrified him. It felt like staring into the abyss and seeing a demon staring back, a knife's edge a warning. Run, and I will hunt you down and devour you.
‘I wanted you as I undressed you, as I thought of all the things I could and wanted to do to you on that bathroom sink all drunk warm pretty boy,’ he leaned closer a hand cupping Porsche’s cheek, so close now the other smelt his cologne something musky with a hint of spice.He breathed him in while his brain worked in over time as he cursed himself for not pushing the other away for leaning closer. Biting back a overwhelmed sound as the man's nose brushed  his ear. His voice octaves deeper as he spilled words warmed with honey on Porsche.
‘ I wanted as I stole that first  taste’ Vegas let out a sound so dark so visceral that Porsche moaned in response and the other man’s hands tightened on him.
‘ I wanted you when Kinn barged in and took both you and your pleasure for himself. The selfish cunt he is. And I still want you now as your heart breaks for him as he discards you for that snake.’
Vegas sighed and stepped back giving him room to breathe as he seemed to come back to himself. Porsche did the same gathering his wits about him as he realized what he had just done, damn near swooned in Vegas’ arms while on death row.
‘But all that comes later pet.For a decision is needed. One that could save your life. Leave with me or die 
‘Kinn wouldn't _’
‘ He would Porsche the fact that you are in this cell should tell. Despite the power others think he weilds, my cousin is a puppet and my uncle pulls the strings.’  Porsche took a step back doing his best to put space between them as he tried to think. But Vegas gave him no chance,the man crowded into his space
‘ We do not have much time,  I know I'm rushing you, but we have no choice,Tankhun and Macau can only stall them for so long’  Well that was news, and despite the situation he almost laughed out loud as he thought of how the eldest heir would delay his brother and father.
‘ He believes me’ the words came out a whisper a little shaky and tinted with relief,over time he had come to respect the older man, to treat him as a friend something the older reciprocated whole heartedly. Tankhun thinking he had betrayed them hurt almost as much as Kinn did.
‘Yes. He does. He knows your innocent as do I and Khunn Korn’  Porsche’s head snapped to him so fast Vegas winced at the sound his neck made, and then at the distraught look on his face.
‘  Kinn’ He stoped to take a breath and to hold back the tears as the last shred of hope in him shattered in millions of little pieces,up untill now he had held out hope that maybe just maybe he still believed in him. That Kinn held the same faithin him that he did in the older man,That it was a plan of sorts that Kinn trusted him loved him as much as he loved the other. But here was the truth carried to him by Vegas. Kinn trusted Tawan over him. The man who had betrayed him who had broken his heart and cost his family so much, he trusted him over Porsche who had spilled blood, both his own and others to protect him. Who had given up his brother, his freedom, his dignity. He had taken his everything and laid it at Kinn’s feet  with hopes he would cherish it. But the man hadn't, he had discarded him.  A few whispered word and a pretty face and Porsche was thrown to the trash. He didn't realize he was actually crying untill his face was pressed into a warm neck and large hands stroked from the base of his neck to his waist and Porsche went limp as he sunk into the comfort and cried. It had been years since he last cried, it had been for his parents and now it was for his first love for that was what Kinn was.
‘ I know pet, I know. I wish we could let you grieve but we haven't the  time’ Vegas steps back and seemingly pulls a handkerchief from nowhere to wipe his face as gently as if he were a child.
‘ Now pull yourself together’ he says sternly as he steps back
‘ Your brother needs you and this will not break you.You are Pachara Kittisawat and you do not break under pressure you thrive.’
Porche grins as he pulls himself to his full height which he notices comes only as far as Vegas’s chin. The man was right what was a broken heart in face of his brother. This would not kill him. It would hurt like hell,but would scab and heal like all wounds do. He would be better with time and probably a good cry later.
He stares at his would be hero who smirks at the familiar fight in his eyes.
‘Khunn  Korn’ Vegas sighs
‘ Wants you  gone’ Porsche frowns while aware he wasn't the best body guard there was or even good at first he didn't think this warranted his death
‘ You’ve softened his son’ Porche’s eyebrows just about crawled into his hair line. Okay? Vegas must see his confusion as he smiles and continues
‘ Fucked up I know, but you have everyone can see it. You've tendered the edges he spent the last decade carving into him. With you Kinn is more prone to forgive to be lenient and he cannot have that. His empire  cant'  Porsche snorts
‘ So his solution his murder, brilliant that  one’
‘ Not murder Porsche not just that he needs Kinn to let you go himself. And as things are my cousin would never do that. Weak as he is he cares for you in his own way.’
And he finally gets it. The entire plan and almost smiles. It's genius cruel but genius. Porsche would never leave Kinn and the other wouldn't let him go. So it would be made so they had no choice at least for Kinn especially if it looks as if Porsche had betrayed him. Kinn hated liars.
‘Now that you understand you must see how far he would go, and he will not stop at just you. He will wipe out everything pertaining to you darken everyplace you brought light wipe out your existence entirely nothing will be left behind.’ Porsche stagers as fury races through his veins like a flash flood.
‘ Porchay’ Vegas nods
‘ Yes not even your innocent little brother will be spared if you stay’ He steps closer almost prowling a predator that smells blood in the water. His prey is weakened and Porsche tenses meetings his stare dead on and something in Vegas howls
‘ What do you want? What do you get if you do this you’re going against them you will be in danger.’ Vegas grins more a flash of sharp teeth more than anything of humour
‘ My family is safe pet. We are not as dependent on the major family as you or they think.’ Porsche raises an eyebrow at that. Okay interesting information.
‘ As for what I want...’ He pauses eyeing Porsche in a way that sets his heart racing. He twitches then controls it forcing his body into stillness as the other man stalks forward, he feels as if he's being watched by some wild animal one move and it'll tear into him.
‘ I believe I've already told you. I want you, your incandescence, your strength, your body your mind, your loyalty ‘ he slips an arm around Porsche’s waist but makes no move to pull him closer. The air between them is alight with something that makes static run along his limbs, there's a decent distance between them but Porsche feels as if he's been pressed along every line of Vegas’ body. He twitches and a hand comes up to grab the arm holding him as Vegas somehow slips a finger between his t-shirt and jeans to stroke at his spine.
‘Your heart’
He steps away putting more distance between them and Porsche viciously tamps down the urge to follow.
‘ Why  me?’ Vegas smirks then shrugs
‘I've always been fond of   storms’ Porsche stares at him in utter confusion but the other man ignores it as he steps out of the cell and raises his hand palm up just waiting
‘ So what say you, give me the most precious person in the world and in return I will lay the world at your  feet’ Porsche’s heart stalls then speeds up at a rate he makes a note to have looked into later. He stares into those dark as night eyes and sees nothing but the truth.
‘I swear on everything I am that you and your brother will want for nothing, hope for nothing, I will bring anyone that has ever hurt you or yours to your feet and make them kneel including those of this house.I will adore you and cherish you with my words and my actions. So what do you say Porsche. Run away with me?’
Even as his heart pounds in his chest and his instincts scream to run away Porsche finds him self stepping into the belly of the beast as he takes Vegas’ hand and steps out of the cell. He might regret it or he might not but that is a problem for tomorrow's Porsche.
‘Yes’