VegasPete (fanfic) ABOverse

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Pete's POV

I heard an alarm. I tried to reach for it, still groggy, but found I couldn't move my arms or legs. When I finally opened my eyes, I was met with Vegas's face up close, and memories of last night came rushing back at full speed.

Oh god, what have I done? My heart was pounding, but looking at his peacefully sleeping face, I began to calm down.

The sound of the alarm got clearer. If I wasn't mistaken, it was Vegas's ringtone, but he seemed too be deeply asleep to hear it.

"Vegas, Vegas," I called to him. It wasn't until the second time that he started to frown and tighten his embrace around me.

"Vegas, wake up." Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me, his gaze sweeping across my face before he smiled.

"Y-Your phone is ringing." He frowned, probably still too sleepy to fully hear the sound. After a moment, he moved and sighed, then leaned in to give me a light kiss on the lips.

"Thanks." He got out of bed, leaving me lying there in shock. Vegas put on his pants, grabbed his MacBook, and walked out of the room.

As for me, I grabbed a pillow and pressed it over my face. What the hell is this?

In just one week of being captured by Vegas, how did everything change so much?

Pete, did your grandparents raise you to be so easy? Just because someone treats you well, you let yourself go and spread your legs for them? And it happened multiple times. How shameful for the family.

No, wait. I've heard of this condition where someone who's been held captive for a long time starts to have feelings towards their captor, seeing general care as kindness and forming an emotional attachment, even love. I think it's called Stockholm Syndrome. That must be what I'm feeling right now.

"Pete," I jolted, snapping out of my inner thoughts, startled both by his sudden voice and the pillow flying off my face.

"What are you doing? You'll suffocate like that," Vegas said, now fully dressed in his usual sharp style. His bruised mouth was perfectly concealed with makeup, though I noticed a hickey on his neck.

"Y-your neck..."

"Heh... who's work is it?" He glanced down at where I pointed, smiling. You did your make-up to hide the marks on your face, but why not cover the ones on your neck too?

"Pa called me for an urgent meeting. I probably won't be able to grab you lunch today. Just bear with it for now. If you need anything, just call Nop. I'll have him stay in the office next door so he can hear you."

"Okay, go do your work. And don't forget, you need to stay calm and avoid arguing with your dad again."

Vegas looked like he wanted to say something but changed his mind. He ruffled my hair and walked out.

...

Why does the atmosphere feel like a scene from the series I watched with khun Noo? Like...

No, no, no, stop thinking like that, Pete. You're just over-imagining things. Stop it.

I spent some time tidying myself up and organizing the room. I even remembered to pick up that damn box of condoms I threw away and placed it near the bed. But wait, doesn't that make it even more convenient for me to have sex with Vegas? Although, even without condoms, he would still do it. No, I allowed him to do it. Damn, how embarrassing.