Behind you | VegasPete fanfiction 🔞

part II

Pete's never been a low-spirited person. Despite all his father's beatings and cursing, despite not having anyone to lean on since early childhood, he's never thought of giving up.

His smile always found it's way back to his face. But everything - and everyone - has a limit.

Vegas' eyes widened as he felt Pete desperately hugging him with both hands. He felt the anger dying down in him. The way Pete handled the situation was unusual but not unpleasant, Vegas raised his hands, consumed by a sudden urge to hug him back. He regretted losing control with him, the sincere apologies almost slipped his tongue.

Everything changed in a second. Pure shock distorted his face as he felt Pete snatching his gun from behind him, taking it out from under the belt of his pants. Vegas was ready to dodge the bullet when he saw that Pete wasn't aiming at him.

"Pete", - said Vegas stepping back immediately. He raised his hands, his heart pounding somewhere near his throat. He felt like he wasn't able to move, eyes glued to the gun barrel pressed against the underside of the other's chin. - "Pete, what are you doing...?" - He asked in a trembling voice. Vegas didn't even realize that he could be this scared in his life.

"Vegas, I can't bear this anymore! How am I supposed to survive that when I'm treated like this?!" - Pete waved his handcuffed hand in front of his face, sneering at the hopelessness of the situation. He put his hand onto the gun barrel. The tears were streaming down his face but his hands were steady as always thanks to years of bodyguard training. "I guess, I was destined to die in this house sooner or later, I will not run from my fate anymore". - Pete looked at the ceiling, gripping at the gun with both hands. He was ready. He still could restore his dignity by leaving like this. He took a deep breath and closing his eyes tightly.

"No!" - A hopeless cry stopped him from pulling the trigger. Pete looked at Vegas as the man fell down on his knees. - "Please, no... I sorry, Pete." - The scariest man of Bangkok mafia, the devil himself, stood on his knees with his hands in the air. - "I'm begging you, Pete. Kill me. I am the problem. I am the one who made you like this." - His voice changed into a shattered whisper in the middle of the sentence. Vegas slowly took something from the pocket of his pants, still looking into his eyes. Moments later the chains dropped on the ground. - "Please... just don't leave me, Pete, I'm begging you."

The way he sounded, so broken and desperate, moved something in Pete.

Stunned and confused he lowered the gun. He stood there, slightly leaning at the wall that minutes ago he was pressed against by the same man who stared at him with eyes full of fear and pain. Pete felt something rising inside him.

Surprised at his own actions, he pointed the gun at Vegas. He slowly grazed the barrel down the other's cheek, bringing it to Vegas' mouth.

"Take it." - Pete said, pressing the gun muzzle against Vegas' lips. The man obediently opened his mouth and took the gun in, looking up at him, eyes filled with tears.

The view was breathtaking. Pete felt strange arousal, looking down at crushed Vegas. His eyes never leaving the other's face, Pete took the gun out of the man's mouth, noticing how shiny it was with saliva dripping from it and put it up to Vegas' forehead.

The power he held over the man in front of him was hazing his mind, slowly driving him mad. When he was at missions, which felt like ages ago, he felt a slightly similar feeling, like he was unstoppable. He could kill this man right this second. He'd wanted to before, but now he got a better idea.

Hypnotized, he was staring into Vegas' eyes, then at the gun point at his forehead. He felt control in his hands, gripping at the gun with more confidence.