Vegaspete Oneshort

curry...

Vegas was half-asleep, his arms wrapped securely around the warm weight of his husband. Pete had nuzzled closer in his sleep, pressing his face into Vegas’ chest like a little puppy searching for comfort. Vegas smiled drowsily, eyes still closed, and held him tighter, not wanting to let go even in dreams.

But then—

“Ow—!” Vegas jerked slightly when he felt a sharp nip on his cheek. Startled, his eyes snapped open, only to find Pete still fast asleep, lips curved faintly as if he were the happiest man alive.

“Pete?” Vegas whispered, blinking. But Pete wasn’t awake. Instead, he burrowed even closer, arms looping around Vegas’ torso like a stubborn koala, and then—oh heavens—he licked his husband’s cheek before nibbling again.

Vegas froze, his mouth falling open in shock. Then Pete mumbled against his skin, his voice low, slurred, and utterly adorable.

“...curry…”

For a second, Vegas didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. His strong, fierce husband—the man who had survived hell, who commanded like a general, who could glare a man into silence—was hugging him like a stuffed pillow and biting him like… food.

Vegas pressed the back of his hand against his lips, desperately muffling his laughter. His shoulders shook as his chest filled with bubbling amusement.

“Oh gosh…” he whispered, trying so hard not to disturb Pete’s dream. “My baby is dreaming of curry… and he thinks I’m curry.”

Pete made a little “mmph” sound, squeezing Vegas even tighter, his nose brushing against the curve of his husband’s neck. “...don’t take my curry…” he mumbled stubbornly, teeth grazing Vegas’ jaw before licking again like a sleepy child protecting his favorite meal.

Vegas’ heart melted. He kissed the top of Pete’s messy hair, whispering softly, “No one’s taking it, baby. I’ll be your curry forever.”

Pete shifted slightly, still lost in dreams, and murmured something incoherent before sighing in satisfaction, his breath tickling Vegas’ collarbone.  The mafia pulled the blanket up, carefully tucking it around both of them, his hand rubbing slow circles on Pete’s back.

Vegas couldn’t stop smiling. He had seen Pete fierce, he had seen him broken, he had seen him in love—but this? This soft, silly dream-state Pete, thinking of curry while cuddling him like the only warmth in the world, made Vegas feel like his heart might burst.

“Sleep well, baby munching” he whispered, pressing a final kiss on Pete’s forehead. “Tomorrow I’ll make you curry… not dream-curry, real curry.”

Pete only sighed, hugging tighter, as if he’d never let go. Vegas lay there, wide awake now, staring at the ceiling with the biggest, dumbest smile on his face. His husband had reduced him—the terrifying  mafia —to a man muffling his laughter at two in the morning because his love dreamed of food and thought he was edible.

And Vegas wouldn’t trade it for anything. He slowly touched Pete cheeks..

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It's was a random idea and I thought I should write it..
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So how are you all... I am not good I am too much angry.. I feel like I am going to die with so much anger..

Basically I was the what's called carefree boyfriend free who jump like monkey in the school...  And I always tell people they are beautiful I don't mind gender.. If you are beautiful then you are beautiful..

And I was really beautiful ( I know it's praising but girl I fall in love with me 3 times a day.. I am just really pretty in  bathroom mirror in the midnight)

So we had a teacher who we called half ladies.. Sorry we were bad students but he just kinda behaves like ( the man who actually act like woman.. No he wasn't gay just I don't know how to say it..)

He was always like you need to study it was boring so I randomly comment you have beautiful eyes like kajal eyes.. He blushed and gossip with us..

My friend push me to tell this every day.. And I was really good with flirt I know when to stop so I just become friendly with him..

Then school end college end.. And in university my teacher called me and proposed me.. I was shocked but I politely declined but he was determined.. So I said if you settle down for good then I will think..

Actually I had a feeling he was lying and he was bad person my institution never lie to me... But I got no proves...

So now 3 month later I got feeling I should call him.. I massage him and his fuking wife took the massage.. She tell me I was bad person.. I didn't even said anything .. I just massage hi.. The massage came.. Who are you.. I understand it was her wife..

I said did you forget me.. And the women called me said many wrong thing.. I tried to explain how wrong her husband was but she was crushing..

Then sir called he actually tell me so bad word that I explode called him half ladies and how fuking cheater he was..

Then her wife again called and told me I am wohre slut.. I need thousand if man.. I was dumbfounded...

Gosh I know the women is going to cry soon.. But it was so bad.. I almost blow up.