Vegaspete Oneshort

brothers..

peace never lasted long in the Theerapanyakul mansion.but tonight’s chaos was really funny.. M

Baby.

“Pete my baby , come here,”

“Phi Pete, sit here with me,” Macau demanded, patting the empty space beside him on the sofa. His wide eyes sparkled with a mix of confidence and stubbornness.

“No. He’s sitting with me.”Vegas demanded, his arm stretched out like a king summoning his treasure. He was lounging on the sofa, eyes sharp, jaw tight, waiting for his husband to sit beside him. But in Pete eyes he looks like a cat...

“No, phi Pete! You already have him all the time!” Macau shot back, jumping onto the couch and blocking his brother with his small frame. “It’s my turn.”

“what do you mean.. ?? ” Vegas ask..

Macau whipped his head around, glaring at his brother. “You already had him all day! It’s my turn!”

Pete closed his book slowly. “…And here we go.”

Khun sat across the room with a spirit glass, smirking like he had bought front-row tickets to a comedy show. Porsche, meanwhile, was doubled over on the floor, laughing so hard he nearly choked.

“This is better than Netflix,” Porsche wheezed.

Vegas’s eyes narrowed dangerously at his younger brother. “Move.”

Macau crossed his arms. “No.”

Pete pinched the bridge of his nose. “You two…”

Vegas leaned forward. “Macau.”...

“This is the best entertainment,” Porsche gasped. “Vegas, the terrifying mafia , fighting with his  brother for his husband’s lap like a five-year-old.”

Vegas ignored him again, his eyes locked on Macau. “Move.”

Macau stood, planting himself protectively in front of Pete. “No.”

Vegas glared..

But Macau, to his credit, didn’t back down. He glared right back, his voice sharp but trembling. “Why do you always hog phi Pete? He’s not only your husband—he’s like my mom too! He is mine too..”

The words hit the room like a bomb.

Khun nearly spit his wine. Porsche fell over completely, clutching his stomach in laughter. Vegas looked ready to explode.

Pete blinked, startled. “…Your mom?”

Macau’s voice cracked. “Yes! You care for me, you make sure I sleep, you tell me not to skip meals what else is that if not a mom?”

Pete’s heart softened instantly. He sighed, walking over, crouching in front of the boy who wasn’t his by blood but had carved his way into Pete’s heart anyway. “Macau…”

Vegas stood too, jaw tightening. “Don’t let him manipulate you. He’s trying to steal you from me.”

But Macau had already pulled out his secret weapon. He looked up at Pete with teary eyes, lips trembling, bottom lip jutting out in the deadliest pout Pete had ever seen. “Phi Pete…” he whispered.

Pete’s resolve shattered instantly. He pulled Macau into his arms, hugging him tight, one hand petting his hair gently. “Aww, come here. Don’t pout like that, Nong. Phi’s here.”

Macau sniffled dramatically, burying his face into Pete’s chest. Over Pete’s shoulder, he looked straight at Vegas, smirked, and stuck out his tongue.

Phi loves me most, he mouthed with exaggerated smugness.

Vegas’s eye twitched. He looked one second away from pulling out a gun.

“Vegas,” Pete warned without even looking. “Don’t you dare.”

Porsche  smirk widened. “Ohhh, little Macau’s got guts.”

Vegas nearly combusted.

Khun was shaking with laughter, and Porsche had collapsed against the coffee table, gasping, “I can’t breathe.I can’t .Vegas is losing to Macau!”

Pete sighed into Macau’s hair. “You’re both impossible.”

Vegas pout....

Porsche rolled onto his back, laughing so hard his voice cracked. “I can’t .v
Vegas losing to Macau!  Then poutineThis is better than any action movie!”

Pete shook his head and kissed the top of Macau’s hair.

Later that night ,Pete stretched out in bed, exhaustion pulling at his bones. He was just about to drift into sleep when the mattress dipped, a heavy weight sliding against him.

A heavy weight pressed into his chest. Vegas, of course, had plastered himself against Pete, arms locked around his husband as if daring the world to try and take him away.

The he curled into Pete’s chest like a possessive cat, one arm wrapped tightly around his middle..He buried his face into Pete’s shirt, muttering something incoherent that sounded suspiciously like mine.

Pete smiled softly, reaching up to brush Vegas’s hair back. “Hopeless man,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead before pulling him closer.

But then, another weight settled on his other side. Pete opened his eyes to find Macau crawling into bed, hair messy, pouting even in Half-sleep..

Without hesitation, Pete reached out and pulled him close too.

And just like that, Pete lay sandwiched between the two most impossible Theerapanyakuls, one husband and one little brother who might as well be his child. Vegas snored softly against his chest, Macau curled up against his shoulder, and Pete wrapped his arms around them both, warmth blooming in his chest. He was holding both of them like they were the most precious things in the world.

Vegas grumbled something incoherent into Pete’s chest, Macau mumbled his name, and Pete just smiled, heart full, arms around his overgrown husband and his almost-adopted little brother.