BL ONESHOTS No.5

⁴²⁰Vegas x Pete

(I don't actually remember how this story goes but I hope you like it.)

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The flickering neon lights outside cast strange shadows in the dimly lit room where Vegas had brought Pete. Bound to a chair with ropes that felt too tight, Pete's heart raced, uncertainty flooding through him.

"What do you want from me, Vegas?" Pete stammered, his voice trembling.

Vegas leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "You'll find out soon enough, Pete. But don't get any ideas. I'm not letting you go anytime soon."

Days turned into nights, and as Pete endured his captivity, something strange began to brew inside him. He envied the way Vegas always exuded confidence, the power he felt radiating from him. He caught glimpses of vulnerability in Vegas's eyes when he thought no one was watching.

"Why are you doing this?" Pete asked one evening, his voice softening. Maybe it was desperation talking, but he felt a pull toward the man who held him captive.

Vegas stepped closer, studying him with a piercing gaze. "You really think I could ever care about you?" he sneered, masking any softness beneath a hard exterior. "This is just a game."

Yet, deep down, Pete felt something shifting. His heart raced every time Vegas walked into the room, an emotion that hung in the air like electricity. He was drawn to him despite the circumstances.

One night, defiant of the tension between them, Pete spoke up, his voice steadier than he felt. "You don't have to act like this, Vegas. You don't have to pretend you don't care."

Vegas's expression darkened, and he stepped forward. "Do you really think I would ever fall for you?" He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You're just a pawn in my game. And that's all you'll ever be."

But that night, something broke in Vegas. Maybe it was the firmness in Pete's voice or the fire in his eyes, but as he moved closer, their faces inches apart, everything changed.

In one swift motion, he pressed Pete against the wall, pinning him there with a force that took Pete's breath away. Panic flickered in Pete's eyes, but before he could say anything, Vegas captured his lips in a fierce kiss, a collision of confusion, anger, and a hint of desire.

As they pulled apart, breathless, Vegas looked deep into Pete's eyes, a mix of vulnerability and dominance swirling between them. "You're now mine," he whispered, his voice low and rough.

Pete's heart soared at the unexpected acceptance of his feelings. "I-"

"Shh," Vegas interrupted, his fingers brushing against Pete's cheek. "No more words. Just know that I won't let you go."

Despite the darkness that had brought them together, a new light ignited, enveloping them in a bond that neither could have predicted. In a world full of chaos, perhaps love could be found in the unlikeliest of places.

The tension in the air was thick as Vegas kept his gaze locked on Pete, who was still trying to comprehend what had just transpired. The kiss hung between them, lingering like a heavy fog.

"Vegas," Pete began, his breath shaky. "What does this mean? You can't just-"

"Can't I?" Vegas interrupted, his smirk returning, though it was tinged with something more genuine. "You're not just some random kid I picked up, Pete. You're clever. And I'm drawn to that. It's... complicated."

"Complicated?" Pete echoed, grappling with the implications. "You've kidnapped me, and now you're acting like this means something? You've been treating me like a pawn!"