Captive By Captivation - VegasPete

Chapter 8 - Fear

Pete was lost in the music when he felt a pair of hands touch his waist. He looked up at a handsome man he didn't know smiling at him.

With the sensation of his hands resting on Pete, his mind instantly wandered to the man he was trying his best to forget. Or at least ignore.

After a moments consideration, he stretched arms around the stranger's neck and smiled back. It was the fakest smile that had ever been placed apon his lips. Oh, how much he wanted it to be real, how much he wanted to want this man.

But he didn't. He wanted Vegas. The man he didn't want to want.

As they swayed, Pete let himself melt back into the heavy beat of the music. The loud and upbeat tune faded and slowed after a few minutes. Pete rested his head on the man's chest and closed his eyes. He just wanted to forget and disappear.

After about a minute he opened his eyes slowly and they fell on the face of the man he thought he would never see again. Their eyes met and neither of them were able to look away.

Vegas sat at the bar staring at Pete in another man's arms. He didn't move he just watched as Pete danced. They hadn't seen eachother since that night and a sudden flood of emotions hit them both.

As the song ended, the man Pete was with turned his face to look at him, causing Pete to break eye contact with Vegas. Pete removed his arms from the man's neck, redirecting his attention from Vegas to him.

Vegas felt his chest clench as he saw the man whisper something in Pete's ear and give his a flirtatious smile. He pulled Pete towards him slightly and leaned towards his face.

But before he could get any closer Pete felt a cold hand grip onto his wrist pulling him away. Vegas faced the man with an unreadable expression and abruptly swung his fist towards him. He punched the man in the jaw causing him to fall to the ground as everyone around them turned to witness the scene.

He swiftly grabbed Pete's hand and pulled him out of the bar onto the street.

Pete allowed himself to get dragged down the streets and alleys until they found themselves in a secluded corner of the town and Vegas stopped in his way.

Pete stopped to observe his surroundings, he had a view of the countryside layered in darkness to his left, contrasting with the large buildings lit by dim street lights to his right. He was aware Porsche's bar was close to the edge of town but had never realised how close it actually was.

The location put Pete as ease and helped him relax slightly. It was probably around 2 o'clock in the morning so there was no one around besides them. Pete liked it like that, he always hated crowds despite pretending not to.

He looked down towards his hand and realised Vegas had yet to release him. "Are you going to let go?" Pete asked rhetorically as Vegas pulled his hand from Pete's.

Pete walked over to the building closest to them and rested his back on it. "Got a light?" he asked rolling a cigarette in his fingers, avoiding the others gaze.

He placed it in his mouth as Vegas pulled his lighter out his trouser pocket and walked towards him slowly. He flicked the metal top open and lit the cigarette which sat between Pete's lips.

Pete inhaled closing his eyes and exhaled as the smoke poured out of his mouth like a tsunami. "You didn't have to punch him you know." Pete says after removing the cigarette from his mouth with his right hand. He turnes his face towards Vegas and their eyes meet.

Vegas remains silent as the corners of Pete's lips upturn slightly into a small smirk. "Jealous?" he askes teasingly, resting his head on the wall behind him, breaking eye contact. Still, Vegas remains silent with the same unreadable expression painted on his face.

Pete's smile fades as he shuts his eyes. "This reminds me of the night we first met..." he continued "...you were so shocked that I knew you were there to kill me." he let out a small chuckle masking his fear.

Yes. He was scared.

He should be scared of Vegas, the man who has killed god knows how many, the man who could have killed him.

But he wasn't. He didn't fear the man, he was scared of his own feelings for him. It felt like Vegas had put some kind of spell on him that made him feel reckless yet cautious. He made time slow to a stop while his heat beat faster than he thought possible.

He was held captive by Vegas.

After staring at each other for what felt like decades, Pete's heart had endured enough. He felt a rush of emotion flood over him as he suddenly stepped forward, grabbing both sides of Vegas' face and pulled him into a kiss.

Exciting chapter today to make up for the last chapter being kinda boring and not posting for a while.

Hope you guys enjoyed.