Stockholm syndrome (VegasPete)

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unicient narrator

It had been a while since the thing with tawan, vegas had managed to get it into pete's head that it was better to leave it in the past, buried.

The power of manipulation in vegas was a frightening thing...brilliant...but frightening.

Vegas could see when he got home from work that Pete looked a little dejected.

So vegas decided to turn tawan's old bedroom into an office.  When pete asked vegas what he was doing the same he just said "getting rid of things that make you have bad memories, so we can make new memories" which was not a lie, vegas was hoping to make new memories.  And he hoped those memories would involve Pete without his clothes on.

Pete was getting more and more comfortable in Vegas.

And Vegas discovered that he loved watching Pete stretch his hand, and he also liked the smooth curve of his back.

Pete was increasingly in the hands of vegas.  And that was one of the things that couldn't get out of Pete's head... Vegas's hands, his smell or the head gesture he made when he's frustrated.

That day vegas was stressed and pete wanted to help in some way.

Vegas was locked in the office as usual talking to someone on the phone, it was a loud man who complained why he stopped going to the office and invited him to a party.

Pete knew it was wrong to listen to the Vegas conversation, but he was bored so...

The man said that there would be a party at the main mansion.  Pete had no idea what that meant, but he wanted to go.

"Oiii vegas it's going to be cool, it's going to be a party only for the people closest to our cycle, kinn stole my slave and now he wants to have a party to deliver his necklace. Kinn showed me it's so beautiful. It was made in white leather crocodile, with gold buckles, and with some red diamonds"

Pete could hear everything through the door.  That person was going to get a very expensive gift, apparently he was a very important person.

Pete wanted to meet Vagas' friends, maybe they can be friends too.

"Tankhun I already said I can't go because I have a lot of work, and Pete wouldn't like it...he's too shy for this kind of party" vegas replies to Tankhun who rolls his eyes annoyed by the answer.

bdsm parties was something vegas liked to go to for fun, they traded slaves, drank, had fun and talked about company business.

Vegas didn't think Pete would have fun at a party like this.

But on the other side of the door was a disappointed pete that vegas had turned down the party invite.

Tankhun knew how to make vegas go to that party.  Kinn and vegas were a testosterone bomb, always arguing over who has the bigger dick.  So tankhun played the final game.

"That's what kinn said you would say" tankhun said like it was nothing.  But gaining vegas attention.

"What he said?"  He asked hearing tankhun take a deep breath.

"He said you wouldn't come because your slave is very rude and doesn't obey you, and said you would make an excuse about him being shy or something... anyway good night vegas"

And so the call was ended.

Pete on the other side of the door, couldn't believe what he'd heard... rude slave?

Vegas was similarly inside the office.  He couldn't believe his cousin's audacity to say something like that.

So Pete took a deep breath and knocked on the door three times, soon receiving permission to enter.