Rebolecha
Thoughts were filling Vegas's mind, he barely had time to sit down on the couch, when the front door opened, revealing a very distressed Pete. Tears filling his eyes, blood covering his body and hands, 'Vegas, oh god. My Vegas'.
I just wanted a story where Vegas and Pete loved each other deeply. No big pretensions, just them, their love, their lust, and their hatred for the main family.