A Few Small Repairs --- VegasPete OceanPete

I Broke Us (Vegas)

Covered in salty sweat and the scent of the nameless man beneath him Vegas finally began to realize what he had done. He had only just begun to fuck the moaning man under him when he understood the damage he had already created.

He could not even blame the booze he was only a little tipsy after all. He knew it was wrong when his friends Tew and Dane teased him into flirting with the stripper at his bachelor party. They had made jokes about him being tame about Pete owning Vegas's balls. Jokes that made him feel little because he knew it was true. Vegas would gladly let Pete tame him and own all of him, but he couldn't be the object of other people's amusement he was after all THE Vegas THE Devil. So he flirted. It was just flirting in the morning he wouldn't remember the strippers face he would be standing beside Pete taking the vow to love each other as husbands forever. What would flirting hurt.

He should have stopped the stripper from kissing his neck, but his friends cheered him on. He should have stopped this nameless slut from touching him in places only Pete should touch but whiskey and Tew's joke about Pete having Vegas's dick locked down got under his skin. He should have stopped when his friends encouraged him to give the stripper a ride home and he should have never taken the stripper to his own old apartment in the city when he let the man suck his cock in the car. He should have stopped, he should have never started.

Before he knew it every old instinct to dominate took over and Vegas became for a brief moment what he once had been. He found himself fucking into the whore from behind refusing to look at the man's face as he pictured his sweet Pete in his mind. It was the only way his cock would stay hard. He called the man by Pete's name several times and the man beneath him whined that wasn't his name. Vegas only thrust into him harder and told him to shut up. His real name didn't matter he didn't matter.

He couldn't come and it was pissing him off. They had just started to fuck but he knew he would not be able to get over the edge even if they fucked for hours, which Vegas had no interest in doing. Every time he came close to being even a little excited the new him the him that had been loved by Pete for two years scolded him in his mind for being an unfaithful slut. For being too weak to see that this was what his friends had wanted. They had often claimed they wanted the old devil back but Pete was in the way. He had fallen into a trap and now he was well aware he was destroying the only love he had ever known.

He didn't hear the door open but he felt his lover enter the room. There was never a moment in their life together that Vegas couldn't sense Pete was near. Pete was close watching him as he rammed his dick into another man. Vegas pulled away and removed himself from the stripper so quickly it caused the nameless man to whimper. He didn't give a shit the whore could die for all he cared the only important person in the room was the one standing by the door.

"It is five in the morning and you never came home. So I turned the tracker in your watch on." Pete said coldly never looking away from his lover's naked body.

Vegas laughed to himself. He forgot the trackers. The matching watches he himself purchased so they could always find each other. In their line of work safety was not always a guarantee. If one of them were ever kidnapped or worse killed the trackers would lead them back together. How ironic those same trackers would probably lead them away from each other Vegas now thought.

"You brought another man back to our spare apartment the night before our wedding. Why?" Pete asked still refusing to let Vegas break his gaze.

"I am sorry baby I was drunk please forgive me." Vegas said the words he thought would keep his lover by his side even though they were a lie. "He means nothing just some random slut from the party." This part was the truth. The man he had only barely begun to fuck was nothing to Vegas.