"I think it time the world know who we are and who you belong to" Vegas
Pete's face drops dead cold, the statement seems to trigger something inside him. His hand moves on its own accord to grab Vegas' by the collar and before his brain can work out his lips have already crushed on Vegas's.
He, himself, is surprised by his action but it is not the time to back down.
The kiss went on for a while before Pete pulled away, licking his lips he said, "It's you who belongs to me, Vegas."
"I'm all your angel, my heart, soul, and-" Vegas leans in to whisper, "-body"
Pete blush at that, the feeling of being overwhelmed inside his chest, the feeling of owning and being owned.
As they were in their little world, an old man in his early 60s came to greet them with a warming smile.
"Oh the master is here," his eyes turn toward Pete, "and the young master too!"
Vegas turns to the store owner, his usual cold eyes that look at others with disdain, don't seem to apply to this old man, instead Vegas looks at him as seeing an old friend, or perhaps a close relative.
"Cosmo," Vegas
"I assume you're here because of the Legacy ball," Cosmo said as he opened the nearby drawer, he took a measuring tape, a small book, and a pen.
"Indeed" Vegas, pulls Pete gently by the arm.
Cosmo starts to measure Pete, and he does so in a diligent manner with a skilled technique, meaning he has been in this field of work for many years.
The measuring is done after a few minutes while Cosmo is focused on noting something in the book, in his old-hoarse voice he calls out, "Nick, come here"
The so-called Nick comes out from the back, he dresses in plain and simple attire as a tailor store's employee, but Pete senses an imposing aura from this man. He must be much more than a mere errand boy.
"Take this" Cosmo
Nick takes the paper.
"How are the preparation of UC3956?" Cosmo
"The preparation is already. It will be shipped per plan." Nick
Cosmo eyes falls on Vegas with a knowing nod.
"Good" Cosmo
Nick goes back to finish his assigned work.
"What is UC3956?" Pete whispers toward Vegas, "You ship clothes too?"
Vegas gives a wide grin, "I never said anything about clothes, angel."
"Then what is it?" Pete asks in his nasty tone with a frown and both hands on his hip.
"Why don't you take a guess?" Vegas' hand caresses Pete's pouty lips, "Hmm?"
Pete slaps Vegas' hand, "Tell me or is it supposed to be a secret?"
"Not a secret," Vegas, "I can show you."
"Show me," Pete
"No regret later, angel. You are aware right?" Vegas, "That you have entered too deep to the point of no turning back."
Pete chuckled, "Turning back?" his hand tucked Vegas' outer suit, "I have no intention of doing that."
He walks past him toward the back door, "And Vegas, I know that I have walked past your hellish door, and I'm well aware that I'm taking another step deeper, and I'm willing to do that."
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Become a tyrant fiancé
Fanfiction"It doesn't matter if he is an angel it's more than enough as long as he rules beside me in HELL." Vegas 'One night after I turn 18 and become a tyrant fiancé.' Pete
