Captive By Captivation - VegasPete

Chapter 10 - Comfort

Vegas watched Pete stare back at him from across the room with the piercing gaze never faltering. "Go on." were the only indication Pete made that he was actually listening to Vegas despite actually being very intrigued by the other's confession that he was 'on the run'.

"My father..." He seemed conflicted, Pete could sense the uncertainty coursing through Vegas's bones. Pete didn't know what Vegas was about to reveal but they way he spoke with such distain and how he visibly tensed at the words coming out of his own mouth, Pete's gaze automatically softened and his posture relaxed slightly from the stiffness it had previously held to make Vegas feel more comfortable.

"He is..." Vegas cut himself off with a half-hearted scoff before turning his face towards the ground and continuing, "A tyrant..." He paused, directing his gaze onto the other's deep brown eyes. "A monster." Pete averted his gaze first, despite the serious conversation he could feel a small blush creep up his neck at the other man's unwavering stare.

"He was the one that forced me into this occupation in the first place." Vegas sighed, Pete's attention back on the man currently sitting on his bed. "He trained me to be the merciless killer I am today... He would beat me until I bled if I showed any sign of empathy, or compassion, or..." He paused, his gaze softening on Pete.

"Love." Vegas said in nothing more than a whisper, maintaining strong eye contact with the other, who suddenly felt naked under Vegas's observance.

Pete didn't make a sound he just stared back with a slight frown. It wasn't the word that really affected him, but they way Vegas had said it. His regularly deep voice became wispy and smooth and they way he looked at Pete like he was the most important person to walk this earth, it made Pete's heart-rate quicken.

"About a month ago, he received the information from an unknown source, that I had let a target live and even returned to visit said target."

He didn't specify who the target was but Pete knew it was himself, how could he not, it was about a month ago when he had gone to the park with the man opposite him.

"When I returned home..." he scoffed again, but to Pete it sounded more like a whimper to hold back tears. "He beat me to the point I couldn't move... And said that if I couldn't do it, he would have to."

Pete should of been more focused on the revelation that he now had a man (god knows how powerful) was supposedly coming to kill him. But in that moment all he could think about was the silent tears streaming down Vegas' face. His heat clenched at the sight and felt his own eyes watering for the other.

Vegas was now looking at the floor when Pete decided to walk over to the man. He stood in between Vegas's legs as he pulled the others head closer to his torso and began stroking his hair comfortingly.

Vegas was clearly surprised by the action but reached his arms around the other's waist almost immediately, pulling him closer so Vegas's face was now resting on his lower chest.

"You're safe." Pete whispered into Vegas's silky hair, still damp, as he moved his own slender fingers through it. He could feel Vegas's shaky breathing on his skin as he continued to comfort the other. Vegas only strengthened his hold on Pete's middle and let his head drop to the others upper-stomach as his quiet sobs started to die out.

Pete's breathe hitched as he felt Vegas's fingers begin to stroke the skin of his back exposed by the crop-top, the slow circling motion was strangely grounding. After a long moment without either of them speaking a word, Pete heard Vegas's voice one again muffled by his own body, "My safety isn't what worries me." he whispered.

With Vegas's hot breath fanning over his skin, Pete suddenly became aware of their closeness and let his fingers fall from the other's hair as he tried to take a step backwards and put distance between them. But just as he went to move his foot, Vegas's hands that had been caressing him so softly, suddenly gripped his hips firmly.

Vegas moved his face to look up at the other man. "Stop trying to run away from me Pete." He said staring up at the other man. From this angle, Vegas thought Pete looked angelic, maybe he was a demon disguised as the most divine being imaginable, come to take his sinful soul, Vegas thought but he didn't care as long as it was Pete. His deep brown eyes stared back down at him, his fluffy hair slightly messy and falling around his neck with his mouth slightly agape.

"You should know by now, how much I truly care for you Pete." Vegas added, his voice quiet and husky.