Captive By Captivation - VegasPete

Chapter 11 - Your Hold On Me

Sorry for not posting for a minute but when I update one fanfic I usually get motivated to write more of another so after my PatPran fic being updated... here we are.

Pete was conflicted, the strong hold Vegas had on his hips was already making him feel dizzy and his words made Pete feel even more light-headed and confused. Vegas's dark tone when he said he 'cared' for him sounded a lot more like 'want' in Pete's ears and he wasn't sure how to react to that.

There was a voice in his head saying that he should run, that Vegas was dangerous, that he shouldn't get involved with someone who he knew very little about and almost all knowledge he had on the man was that he was dangerous. 

However his body had it's own thoughts when Vegas's grasp on his sides toughened significantly causing his breath to hitch and a slight whimper to fall from his lips, he stabilised himself by gripping the other's shoulders.

Vegas's face, shrivelled up from tears only moments ago, had transformed into a immodest smirk and already deep brown eyes becoming impossibly darker as he looked up at Pete before turning to face forward towards his middle again. Pete was still standing between Vegas's legs as he felt Vegas's damp hair touch his skin once again, a shiver ran down his spine as he felt Vegas's hot breath over his bare skin.

Pete's breath hitched and body convulsed as he felt Vegas's lips touch his skin softly, the other's unwavering hold being the only this stopping him from toppling over from the sensation. "Vega-" Pete began before he was cut off by the light kiss transforming into something more passionate and needy. Pete felt a flash of pleasure course through his veins, the sensation causing blood to rush south. 

Vegas had stared to suck his skin as Pete's hand moved from his shoulders to feed their way through his hair. The voice in Pete's head telling him this was a bad idea was getting drowned out by the flood of desire coursing through him.

Vegas felt the digits settle at the back of his neck and smirked to himself, the sound of Pete's shaky breaths and the feeling of his small caresses shooting straight to his dick. He removed his mouth from Pete's waist to look up at the man in front of him and what he saw would haunt him for years. Pete's eye lids pressed together as he let out a small whimper to the loss of contact, hair messy from just standing there, his head tipped back slightly showing his pale neck. Oh how Vegas wanted to turn it rainbow with marks. 

He hesitated for a moment and stopped kissing the other. However Pete seemed to have other ideas as he sat down on the others lap. "Pete we-"

He was hushed by a slender finger on his lips.

"Don't talk right now, ok?" Pete said as their faces were just inches from each other.

Vegas just mumbled in the affirmative before surging forward and joining their lips together once more.

He let Pete push him further up the bed as they made out until his back hit the head board. The kiss was heated and their lips slotted together perfectly.

Vegas had to use all his resolve to finally break the kiss. "Are you sure ab-" he was once again cut off but this time by an entire palm covering his mouth. "I told you not to talk. So don't." Pete replied in a commanding tone.

Though Vegas usually like to be the one in control, Pete telling him what to do while leaning over him with his lips bitten red and hair messy was doing something unexplainable to Vegas.

So when Pete finally removed his hand Vegas switched their position by flipping Pete onto his back.

Pete was taken by surprise at the sudden switch as he looked up to Vegas who only smirked down at him.

Vegas leaned down once again but instead of kissing him like Pete had expected he b-lined to the side of his head.

Pete could feel the other's hot breath brush his ear as he whispered dark and dangerously.

"You're awfully trusting of someone you know very little about other than that they wanted to hurt you." Pete sucked in a breath out of shock but quickly exhaled in a breathy moan as Vegas licked his ear.

Pete focused on the word 'wanted'. He knew Vegas hadn't wanted to kill him for quite some time but something still felt off in his tone of voice.

As if he was uncertain of what he was saying.

As if he was scared to say the thought out loud.

As if he didn't believe his own words.

"You really should be more careful who you let into your home Pete... You might pick up a killer."