Venice had fallen asleep on the sofa in Pete's arms that night, having been too exhausted to go up to Macau's room on his own and simply having passed out in the nearest spot. Pete didn't hold it against him of course, Venice was just a kid and this wasn't someone you went through on a daily basis. All things considered, it could have been significantly worse. Venice too was aware of this and was thankful that Pete had been so kind to him right off the bat. He'd expected this whole process to be a lot worse for him that it had been. The second he found out he'd be going to his half brother's house, he was afraid. Afraid Vegas would be mean and neglectful, afraid that he'd be chased away even after his mother was gone. No wonder why he'd fallen asleep the second he felt he was safe in the presence of his two new carers. A child could be naïve, and this wasn't uncommon, but Pete had been quite shocked to see how calm Venice had been meeting strangers. Of course he had no way of knowing for certain, but his intuition told him that Venice had been exposed to meeting quite a lot of new people in his life already had was forced to get used to it eventually. This made sense too considering he had likely accompanied his mother to hospital visits from time to time after her initial diagnosis.
What Pete didn't know, was how to approach Vegas about all this; About how he felt after having seen his mother for the first time since he was a kid, so he took his time carrying Venice up to Macau's room and tucking him in carefully. Vegas must be so confused and hurt. It pained him knowing there wasn't anything he could do to ease that nagging feeling of guilt and anger. If Pete had been in a situation like that, he'd have blamed himself for it too. It was only natural to find a source to blame tragedy on, but it was even worse when other people blamed you for it as well- that other person having been Vegas' dad. That must have been the reason behind all the abuse... Or maybe it stemmed deeper than that. Pete didn't know, and right now, he wasn't trying to find out. Having. Someone dig up any more of Vegas Trauma wouldn't end well for either of them, surely. Brushing a Strand of black hair out of Venice's sweet, resting face, Pete pressed a gentle kiss against his forehead and stood up, turning to the door to find it cracked and Vegas standing in the opening with crossed arms, watching from afar.
Backing away go allow for Pete to squeeze past the opening and closing the door gently behind him, the two stood in silence for a moment, just looking at each other. Pete could tell just by Vegas'expression how upset he was about all of this. Who could blame him? He'd watched his mom bleed out, or at least he thought he did, when he was twelve only to find out she abandoned him to go have another kid somewhere else. Venice was a living, walking, and talking reminder of that, and now he had to take care of him. Not only that, but neither of them were mentally prepared to deal with a kid right now. They hadn't been together that long, and though they wanted to, like most relationships early on- they weren't sure if they'd actually last forever the way they wanted it too. "I didn't think I'd be a 'Pappa' this soon" Pete smiled, trying his best to lighten the mood. "I guess we're parents now... Kind of..." Pete started, his smile fading into a faint grin. This all was really overwhelming for him too. He would never have thought things would turn out this way. "Are you alright?" Vegas asked, his arms moving from over his chest to either side of his torso, stiff and hesitant to touch Pete in any way. Even so, his hand eventually found its way to the boys shoulder, squeezing it gently. "You should worry about yourself first, Vegas. I can't imagine what you must be feeling right now"
Vegas shook his head, taking a step closer to Pete and pulling him into a gentle but tight embrace. "I'm alright as long as I've got you." He hummed, the palm of his hand brushing over the back of Pete's head. "Whatever happens, I'll take care of you. You're my first priority. Well figure out a way to make this work... Who knows... Maybe this will be good for us?" While Vegas was right and while Pete didn't mind having a cute little kid run around to keep him company when Vegas was at work, It did feel like a bit of a stretch to assume they'd be able to get through this in one piece. At least not the way they'd started. There'd be a lot of things they needed to change in order to properly take care of a kid. But in the other hand, maybe this would be good for them. Maybe they'd be forced to work together more, and in a way that would bring them closer than anything else ever could. Pete just hoped Vegas would keep loving him long enough to push past this speed bump. Vegas' hands moved to Pete's cheek, cupping his face before pulling him into a tender kiss. He hadn't planned for it to go anywhere, and he didn't make any other moves, so Vegas was surprised to day the least when Pete pulled him back into another kiss- this one significantly more intense than the last. Pete never made the first move, and as much as Vegas enjoyed taking initiative in these matters, he had to confess he was quite turned on by the other asking for it like this.
Pete wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but that didn't matter. He wanted Vegas close to him right now. No, he needed it. He'd be damned if he let his sex like go to shit because of a child. He'd be damned if beet his sex like go for anything. Before Vegas he wouldn't have cared much, but now he couldn't get enough of it. He wanted Vegas touch all the time, he wanted to kiss him forever. Luckily for him, Vegas felt exactly the same. God, he was so turned on seeing Pete practically throw himself at him like that. It was also the first time Vegas was entirely at a loss for what he wanted to do. If he could, he'd fuck Pete deep into next week and keep him bed ridden for even longer. He wanted to hear Pete scream, beg, moan, whine, and whimper. He wanted to chain him up, gag him, mark him, ruin him. Nothing was quite as rewarding as seeing Pete unravel while he was inside of him. He could be as unhinged, as sick and sadistic as he pleased and Pete would want more. They really were made for each other. Pushing Pete against the wall of the hallway, Vegas deepened their kiss, inviting himself between Pete's legs, lifting him up and letting his hands cop a generous feel of the boys ass in the process before pulling away to catch his breath.
"Just remember... you asked for this"
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