And I Will Consume You

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Vegas was doing his darndest not to shoot Kim then and there, but he's hate to have Pete witness that. He could t care less about Porchay or the group of teens watching panicked from a distance. He was boiling with rage. Burning with a hellfire he felt only for three people in this world. Pete, Macau, and now Venice. And someone dared lay a finger on one of them. Kin was just lucky he hadn't touched Pete, for he'd have been dead by now with at least a round of a dozen bullets in his chest.

"Kinn, the heir I could have maybe forgiven. Tankhun even... But you. You're nothing to the main family. You're a gone boy. You're a deviant. I have every right to put a bullet in that selfish little head of yours. So tell me, why don't you? Why should I pull the trigger?" Vegas growled, his voice so deep it mimicked the ominous rumble of thunder to a t. "Didn't your family ever tell you, You pathetic leech, not to touch what doesn't belong to you?" Pete inches closer to Vegas, feeling the heat of his rage burning his skin, even from several feet away, before finally getting close enough to lower the gun in his lovers hand. "Let's not use that Vegas." Petr said sweetly, tugging at the sleeve of Macau's leather jacket, pulling him to his side to make sure he was alright. "I'm a leech? Says the failure son of the minor family."

Vegas' eye twitched, and not half a second later he had grabbed Kim by the throat, squeezing so tightly even he couldn't escape the grasp, his face swelling under the pressure. Again, it took everything in his strength not to break Kimhan's face right about now, but Pete intervened once again, separating the two by slipping between them, breaking the eye contact. "how about you save the choking for me and we go home. Venice fell asleep in the meeting room and I'd hate for him to be on his own too long." Vegas growled again, this time not out if anger, but out of frustration. How could Pete say something like that now? Was he trying to get bed-ridden again? In a state like this, already fuming, Vegas wouldn't be able to hold back. Not even a little bit. He'd absolutely destroy Pete.  "Come. Let's find some ice for Macau's face first, then we can go home."

As much as he wanted to give the asshole a nice farewell punch to the face, Vegas was dragged back to the bar-side, downing three shots in a row and watching impatiently as Pete was handed a ziplock bag filled with ice to keep his in-laws face from swelling up. But even when they did finally leave, Porchay remained where he stood for a good ten seconds, staring at Kim before slapping him in the face and storming off. "Thanks for ruining my birthday, asshole" chay felt like crying. Like screaming and crying, hiding his face in his knees as he sat locked away in the far toilet stall, trying to lull himself into a state of calm again. He was so angry. So angry at Kim for having Punched his friend. So mad at himself for wanting him to be jealous, and even worse, so mad at him for thinking he could lead Macau on just to prove to Kim that he didn't feel anything for him anymore.

In reality, he really wasn't sure. Nothing was certain anymore. Was this really the same guy he'd fallen in love with? The same guy that offered to teach him how to play guitar and encouraged him to apply to his dream college. A school he never even dared to interview for. It was so unfair, all of it. So why did it still matter? Why did he still care? Why did he still want to know what Kind was thinking, what he was feeling or what he wanted to say deep down. Maybe none of that would have changed anything, but even so. He wanted to know. He wanted to know for sure. Because the only thing he knew right now, was that everything Kim had told him previously had all been a lie. He didn't care, he wasn't interested in the slightest, and nothing would ever change that. Yet the question still remained.

Why would Kim have kissed him in the studio of that was the case? To be fair, it was it a kiss on the cheek, but it was still a kiss. And it felt good. Chay also hated himself for thinking that he could ever escape those thoughts by kissing someone else. Maybe it was right- maybe that's all he needed to move on. Maybe that was the case, but he'd have to wait to find out either way. Surely, if this was what love was with Kim, so painful and one-sided, it wasn't worth it. Maybe all he needed to be happy was someone like Macau. Someone who wouldn't break his heart. Someone who could treat him as well as he deserved, because Chay knew he deserved better. Anyone would.

*

Pete tucked Venice into his brand new racecar bed, smiling and placing a gentle kiss on his forehead before whispering a quiet 'sweet dreams' and shutting the door. The second, however, he opened the door to his own room, Vegas pulled him inside, shutting and locking it behind them. "Clothes off." He demanded, and judging by the look in his eye, Pete knew he didn't have much of a choice- Of course he did, but he didn't want to have one right about now-. Pete quietly obeyed, undoing the buttons of his shirt and letting the fabric slide off of his shoulders, down his arms, and into the floor in one smooth motion. As for his pants, Vegas was determined to do that himself, pushing the boy into the bed and tearing them off, wasting no time to tie Pete's legs up by the ankles in the process.

"You could have said anything. Anything at all Pete... But you chose to say that. You're in for it now, and you better be ready, because aim not stopping until the crack of dawn." 

Vegas tied Pete's wrists together next, stripping himself down, and then reaching for both a condom and a ball gag. They could have Venice waking up to Pete's pathetic, needy little screams now could they? "Wait-" Pete said, biting down on his lip hard and looking right at the plastic packst between his lovers lips. "Put it back" Vegas grinned to himself, taking. The plastic out of his mouth and throwing it on the floor beside the bed. "You want to feel me, huh? Slut. You just want me to cum inside, don't you?" Vegas provoked, simply getting a flustered nod and once again legging his impatience get to him, putting the gag in Pete's mouth without warming before turning him onto his belly and pulling roughly at his hair. No. It wasn't enough. Something more was missing. His anger was so much more than just that. Not only and a member of their filthy family insulted him and hurt his brother. He dared to call him a failure. Not just anyone either. It has to be Kim. Gritting his teeth, Vegas tugged at the boys hair again, unlocking his jaw for a brief moment only to bite down into Pete's flesh. His neck was so soft and the skin bruised so easily, it was beautiful. At times Vegas was afraid to do as much as graze his lover with the tipß of his fingers in fear he'd mark, but right now that's exactly what he needed. He needed to mark what belonged to him. He needed to prove to himself that Kim was wrong.

Pete gasped, trying to force out a moan but the silicone between his teeth refused to let anything but a quiet hum escape, so instead his body shivered the second he felt Vegas tongue slide over the flesh he'd just bitten into. Vegas slipped a hand under the fabric of the others boxers, feeling him before slipping the tip of two fingers into him. Pete flinched, still making nothing but muffled, whispering noises. But it still wasn't right. Why wasn't this enough? Vegas couldn't think of anything to make this situation more perfect, but that's when he realized. The last few times they'd done it, Pete had been the one go initiate or gave direct consent. Sure, Pete didn't say no and obeyed like the perfect little pet he was, but that didn't mean a thing. That didn't mean a thing. Groaning in annoyance, Vegas took his fingers back out, flipping Pete onto his back again and untying his wrists along with the gag. "Wha-?... Vegas... What's wrong?" Pete asked the second he was free to speak again, sitting up slowly with furrowed brows.

"Why? Nothing is wrong. I'm just not int he mood." Pete almost choked on his own breath hearing that. Was Vegas not interested in him like that anymore? Did he get bored? Vegas almost always took the chance to touch him, to enjoy him. So why was he like this now? And if that was true, he wouldn't still be hard. Why was Vegas lying? "Did... Did I do something wrong?" Vegas' head snapped to look at Pete, shaking his head. "No. No.. not at all. Baby, I love you. You didn't do anything wrong... I'm just. Im too angry right now. I don't want to hurt you." Pete lowered his head sheepishly, his hand gently grabbing the others on his still clothed lap. "But Vegas... You know I like it." Vegas shook his head once more.

"No... not like that. Im too impulsive with you. I still get so greedy for you. You're my favourite pet, but you're not that exclusively... No matter who it is beneath me, if it isn't you, i dont want them. But after what happened at the bar..." Vegas scoffed, shaking his head and standing up from the bed, walking up to the dresser and thrusting his knee into it just a single time, though it damn near broke the wood in two. "The oy time I have ever been comparably angry was when that bastard touched you at the club. Kim hurt my brother. The one person in my life that I had the chance to care for up until now. Everyone else left me. Macau is the only one left, save for you."

Pete sighed softly, staying on the bed for a moment before grabbing the bed cover and draping it loosely around his shoulders to cover up. "Vegas..." He whispered softly, tugging at one of his lovers arms to face one another again. "I think I know how I can help you forget that."

"How?"

"Let's take turns."