Behind you | VegasPete fanfiction 🔞

part I

Annoying rays of sun were  poking through the gaps between the wooden boards nailed to the window frame. They were hopping on the sleeping young man's face.

The sound of rattling metal filled the room as the man tried to block the sun with his palm. He hissed at the stinging sensation in his wrists, finally opening his eyes.

His "cell" looked somewhat cozy in the morning sunlight that was determined to enter the room never mind the window being blocked.

The man sat on the bed looking around, keeping his chained hands in front of him. He closed his eyes shut as pictures of the previous days were flashing before them. He tried to close his ears as the sound of his own screams pierced them. His hands unconsciously touched his chest, finding half-healed wounds all over it.

He wanted to scream in agony and moan at the same time as the memories of his tortures were replaced by the feeling of strong hands holding him down.

He touched the bruises on his neck, tracing back the other man's lips and teeth that were biting, kissing, mending his skin last night. He almost felt the other thrusting inside him while pulling at his chains attached to his wrists.

A warm feeling twitched somewhere below his belly button as he remembered the feeling of hot mouth on his nipples last night, the sounds of the other's moans and quiet sweet words whispered into his ears as the man leaned against his back from behind, penetrating him nice and slowly.

"Ah, Pete... Don't stop... I fucking love when you do that..."

"Your skin is so sweet, I want to taste you all night"

He blushed like a school girl thinking back to some things the man did to him. His back burned in the places he was bitten and licked hundreds of times as they spend their time together in this bed.

It felt so good he didn't want it to stop. The man was confused as for how he was feeling but he knew he could no longer live this way.

The things they were doing were so beautifully sinful. He loved the way he was violently stripped by the other and thrown onto the bed, he liked how hard it was to stay on his knees because of the deep thrusts and how he had to hold onto his chains tightly to be able to stay in place, he even loved his chains and the pain they left in his wrists.

But now, when he woke up chained to his bed, not being able to leave this room, he understood what situation he found himself in.

What Vegas did to him was the sweetest torture he could ever imagine but he felt himself loosing his humanity. He wanted more than being a pet Vegas could fuck whenever he felt like it.

He wanted it all to be a real thing. The memories of the belt buckle cutting his skin that one day Vegas was frustrated with him and the way his dark eyes pierced though him as his cold fingers clenched on his neck made the man get goosebumps. In a bad way.

What seemed like the endless battle between his humanity and feelings was interrupted by the soft voice coming from the doorway:

"Pete?", - Vegas peeped  through the gap between the door and the frame.

Pete immediately hid himself at the edge of the bed waiting for Vegas to come in and sit on the other side.

Pete's scared eyes were looking for any sign of anger or irritation in the man's tired face. It was funny how quickly he got used to his new state of existence, always depending on the other's mood. His eyes gazed through a few new bruises on Vegas' cheekbone, an abrasion at his lip and a few scratches until they met with the empty eyes of the other.

This bastard did it again...

Vegas seemed tired and drained, as he usually felt after another scolding by his father. He patted on his lap looking at Pete.

"Come here".

Pete's chains made a metal sound as he crawled up on the bed and laid his head on the other's lap, feeling the fingers getting lost in his hair, massaging his scalp.

"I wish I was never born into this family, born to be his son. I wish I met you somewhere normal", - his trembling voice was hardly louder than a whisper.

Pete closed his eyes at the honey-sweet words and the warmth of the other's caressing hand on his skin. At the times like this he really felt like a pet curled up in his owner's lap getting petted and enjoying every minute of it. The feeling was so strong, it almost boiled up inside him, it filled him up like thick creamy sticky honey.

Getting lost in his dreams of them together somewhere normal, living ordinary lives, Pete murmured:

"You shouldn't be upset, it's not your fault that your father is such a monster", - at these words he snuggled his face into Vegas' lap, getting closer to him.

His eyes opened in shock when his body was lifted up in the air and slammed against the wall. Vegas' eyes stared at him with burning rage:

"DON'T YOU DARE TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO. Only I decide what my father is or isn't to me! - his voice became lower, words were spitted out with pure evil hatred as Pete felt his neck being squeezed with immerse force, - Everything you have here is thanks to me. Otherwise, you would be laying in a shallow grave somewhere in the backyard killed by Ken the day he caught you. You are a worthless little dog! Pets should never dare to speak up to their owner!"

Pete's eyes immediately filled with angry tears. How stupid he was to even dream about him and Vegas ever being normal?!

He lost his awareness of the situation and Vegas' mood and now he was yelled at as if he did anything wrong!

He was sick and tired of having to bear this life, always watching his behavior so he doesn't make Vegas angry. His breath became fast and uneven:

"I wish you'd never taken me here! I wish I'd been killed by Ken that day so I could never be like this. I have nothing left! I'm not even a human anymore! WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! ", - saying this made Pete determined, he could not carry on like that.

This wasn't life. He needed to do something to change it. To stop it.

Anything.

~this is my first VegasPete piece and my first work in English, so feel free to let me know how you like it~

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