The KinnPorsche The Series Secret Santa

Pete loved him. Pete wanted him. Pete was obsessed with him. And nothing Big or anyone else would ever be able to say would deter him from those thoughts. Vegas was his, he just didn’t know if yet.

Pete’s eyes watched him. He looked exquisite today. Well, in Pete’s opinion he looked exquisite every day, but today he had on a red shirt. 

Pete loved to see him in a red shirt. The color of blood. The color of the most vibrant flowers. He was so pretty in red that Pete often thought he could die on a red shirt day and be a happy man. 

His actions, on the other hand, were starting to make Pete upset. Flirting was one thing. Touching was one thing. But to kiss Kinn’s current hooker made Pete’s blood boil in his veins. Those kisses belonged to him and no one else. 

Still, Pete could handle it. He could deal with it. He knew that these were all just games that Vegas used to further his goals and hurt Kinn. They were just a game to him. Pete could accept that. He could handle this. 

Pete breathed deeply and followed him closely. It was technically his day off, but it’d been more than a week since he had seen Vegas. It was starting to make him feel like the demon kept deep inside him was clawing to get out. That combined with the behavior Vegas had done with Porsche had just pushed him too far.

The maximum amount of time that Pete could go without laying eyes on him was three days. If he hadn’t come to the main family home, or Pete wasn’t sent to deal with him, he would go into withdrawal. There was a demon trapped in him that demanded he lay eyes on his beautiful Vegas regularly or it would take control. Normally it could be appeased with catching glimpses of him, or checking the security cameras in their building. He would comfort himself with those pictures stolen of him until he could have the real thing again.

However, Vegas was on the outs with both the main family, his father and several of the other families. This had happened before and he had always been forced to lay low for a while. He’d disappear for a few weeks to one of the minor family’s properties then return as though he’d never gone. Or that was the case normally. 

But since he had watched Vegas pull those teeth from that man’s head, his demon had been screeching to be let out and Pete had found that he couldn’t wait any longer. It was time that Vegas understood who he belonged to. That combined with that intense flirting, touching and kissing Porsche was simply too much. 

So, he followed Vegas, not bothering to conceal the fact that he was following him. Vegas was always being followed by someone from the main family and Pete had pulled that duty more than any other guard. There would be nothing out of the ordinary and nothing would raise his suspicions. 

He wouldn’t even see it coming. He’d be completely helpless and unaware. As he stalked his prey, it was a fight not to imagine what it would be like to finally have all of Vegas’ attention on him. Pete needed to be focused though. Normally, his mind was filled with fantasies of what Vegas would look like in Pete’s arms. However, he’d waited a long time for the right circumstances, and he wasn’t going to lose it, just because his mind was tied up. 

Vegas turned and smiled at Pete who’d been following him in the car for the last hour, delighted that his favorite hunting dog had come to follow him around again. Pete reveled in the fact that Vegas loved to just mess with him. It made him so happy when Vegas turned that sadism on him. Still, they were on a timeline. 

Vegas headed into a dark alley and Pete smiled to himself. He didn’t even realize that his trap for Pete was going to be one for him. 

Pete parked where no one or no cameras would see him take Vegas and headed in after him. Vegas was leaning against a wall and smiling. He was in a black shirt today and although it wasn’t as nice as the red one, he still looked amazing.

“Hello Khun Vegas.”

“Hello Pete. Nice night for a walk huh?”

Pete bobbed his head. “Yes, it is. Is that why you’re out?”

Vegas shrugged. “Oh, you know. This and that.”

The timing needed to be perfect so Pete wasn’t going to rush this. Not that he minded getting to have a chat with his favorite boy. 

“I do know Khun. Is there anything I can help with?”

Vegas laughed and turned to go, Pete knew that this was the best chance he was going to get and it needed to be right. 

He stepped up behind Vegas and caught his wrist. Vegas did a half turn to ask what he was doing and Pete’s other hand shot out and grabbed the other one. A quick yank backward and Pete was putting the handcuffs on him. 

“Hey!” Vegas struggled against the cuffs but Pete didn’t let him have any slack. He was broader than Vegas, stronger than him too. He knew he could do this. 

Vegas attempted to fight and yell out but Pete simultaneously kicked him in the back of the knees and dug out the scarf he was going to use to gag him. It was red, his favorite color on Vegas. 

Vegas was fighting to get back to his feet with his wrists bound and his knees aching. Pete slipped the scarf over his head and slid it over his mouth, gagging him. 

“Mmph,” Vegas got out. 

“Don’t worry,” Pete said. He hauled Vegas back to his feet and tugged on the gag to make sure it was in place. He kissed his neck affectionately. “I’ll keep you safe Khun Vegas. No one will know where you are or what you’re doing. No main family to bother us or other families to get in our way.”

Pete moved him quickly toward the car but Vegas fought him the entire way. Still, Pete was bigger, broader and he’d been planning this a long time. They would be brushing up on their not getting kidnapped training soon though. It was convenient for Pete but he didn’t want anyone else to do this to Vegas.

Pete opened up the trunk ignoring the way Vegas thrashed and he gave him a sharp shove. Vegas fell into the trunk with his feet dangling out. Pete scooped them up and shoved them in with him. 

Once Vegas was secured into the trunk, Pete pulled out a small syringe with a sedative. He’d agonized over which one and how much to use. There were so many things that could go so wrong with this kind of sedation. Too much and it could hurt or kill him. Too little and Pete would have an endless fight on his hands. He’d finally looked into Vegas’ medical records from his most recent injury and looked in on the drugs he’d been given and their doses. Pete would never take a chance on accidentally hurting him. 

As Pete injected the sedative Vegas’ eyes stared up at him accusatorily, burning with indignity and rage. Pete just smiled back.

Pete carried him, limp deadweight in his arms, into the safehouse. It was only his dedicated stalking of Vegas and the fact that Pete edited what he told Kinn, that allowed him to be confident in bringing him there. Everywhere else could be too easily found. The minor family would hopefully believe he’d decided to lay low. Kinn would just be relieved that he didn’t have to deal with Vegas for a while. That combined with the fact that Pete was supposedly taking some time off to himself, should give them a decent stretch without being interrupted. 

Pete carried him into what seemed to be Vegas’ bedroom. Or possibly it was his torture dungeon. Either way, it had everything he needed. He laid him down on the bed watching as Vegas shifted in his uneasy unconsciousness. 

“It’s alright, my beloved. I’ve got you now. I’m going to take care of you from now on,” Pete whispered to him. Vegas couldn’t hear him of course but Pete had to tell him those words now, even if he’d be repeating them later. 

With a substantial amount of care, Pete removed the handcuffs then used Vegas’ own chains to chain him to the bed. He kissed the inside of each wrist as he tied him up. Once that was finished, Pete sat back in delight. He looked like a human sacrifice left at Pete’s feet. Just a lovely little boy that he could do anything he wanted with. He’d be benevolent though. He’d care for Vegas in a way he’d never had in his entire life. 

Pete drug a chair into the room and set it in the corner, out of Vegas’ reach. He sat down in it and waited for Vegas to wake up. 

As he waited, his mind drifted back into fantasies and back to the wonderful moment where he had snatched Vegas. It had to be one of the best of his life.

Pete smiled in delight as he relived it. That had been so much fun. Vegas shifted slowly on the bed and Pete could tell that he was starting to rise to consciousness. He made several soft noises and Pete could squeal in delight at how cute he was. 

Vegas eyes snapped open and he turned to look at Pete who just gazed at him with delight. 

“What. The. Fuck,” Vegas said incredulously. 

Pete leaned forward, his expression going soft. 

Vegas was just a little creeped out by it.

Vegas was groggy and deeply confused. He’d kidnapped a lot of people. He’d dragged them out of their homes and lives and brought about agonies they couldn’t even begin to imagine. He never would’ve imagined that this would be happening to him. That someone as sweet and accommodating as Pete could ever do the same.

“Is Kinn really that mad? Figures he’d send his lapdog rather than doing it himself.”

Pete smiled and stood. Vegas flinched a little as he approached the bed. 

“You have it all wrong, Khun. I’m here on my own. Kinn doesn’t know where I am or what I’m doing. This is all for me.”

“What?” Vegas was so intensely confused. 

“Don’t you see me, Vegas? Don’t you see the desires I keep tucked away in my heart? Don’t you see that you are mine and I am yours? I love you Vegas, I love you so much. I just want to bundle you up and take care of you. Can’t you tell?”

Vegas was quiet for a moment. He had seen glimpses of that side of Pete. The way he stared as Vegas tortured someone. The way he kept ending up with the responsibility of following Vegas. So, yes, there had been signs. A faint blush started to creep up Vegas’ cheeks. 

Pete cooed in delight. “Aww, are you shy? Is my sweet boy shy that someone adores him more than anything else in the world? More than literally my own life, more than the lives of my friends or my employer. You’re everything Vegas. Absolutely everything.”

Vegas flushed then shook his head. “No, you don’t feel that way. This is a trick. You’re trying to trick me. It won’t work.”

Pete sighed and Vegas’ stomach churned. It sounded so disappointed. He had caused that. He made Pete disappointed. Vegas cursed his people pleasing nature. 

“I know that life has taught you that you can’t trust. So, I’m not going to take it personally. I’ll just do my best to make sure you know.”

Vegas felt so insanely conflicted. They’d been trapped in the little safehouse for about a week together and he was starting to wonder if Pete was being honest. If maybe Pete really did love him. 

Pete babied him. There was no other way to describe the way he fussed and fluttered around Vegas. He was always feeding him and helping him drink from a water bottle. Always wrapping him in blankets and tucking pillows in around him. 

Vegas hadn’t felt so rested or taken care of in years. Possibly ever. He had a hard time sleeping at home, and even when his father couldn’t show up unannounced, he still struggled to find rest. Here, it was unlikely anyone would find them and even if they did Pete had already sworn to deal with them. 

There was something so intensely comforting about knowing that Pete was crazy enough that he wasn’t going to let anyone in, or anything happen to Vegas. It was nice to know that he could be taken care of instead of having to do the caregiving. 

Pete entered the room holding a tray of food and his expression lit up when he saw Vegas. That was also something. Pete always looked so happy to see Vegas, even though they were literally spending all day every day together. It seemed to pain him to spend even a few minutes apart. 

“Here I have a few more things for you today.” 

Vegas had been so caught up in examining Pete that he hadn’t even noticed that with the tray of food there were three books. 

“I tried to guess what you would like to read from what you already have. I’m hoping you like them. Or at least that you haven’t read any of them yet.”

Vegas’ heart started to beat a little faster. That was…kind. It was thoughtful. Vegas wasn’t sure the last time he had received a gift that would be for him, and for what he liked, rather than the image he put forward. Except for the little things that Macau always got him, every item he received was about the image.

Vegas took the books from him slowly. Pete smiled encouragingly. Vegas’ heart beat faster at that. It was nearly racing while he looked at Pete’s hopeful expression. Vegas hugged the books to him and gave the barest hint of a smile back.

Pete wanted to worship Vegas. He wanted to get on his knees and show that wonderful man just what he thought of him. He wanted to crack Vegas open and climb inside. Always held there, tucked under Vegas’ heart. He dreamed of what it would to be his, wholly and completely.  

His sweet boy was starting to open up, Pete could tell. The gifts, the worship, the pampering was slowly wearing down those high walls he had to build to keep himself safe. 

Pete worked on putting together a quick meal. Compared to Vegas, he was a toddler when cooking. However, he could still manage to throw together instant noodles. Vegas could start cooking their meals once Pete could be sure he wasn’t trying to run away.

There was a sound and Pete turned toward it. That was something that shouldn’t have been. He knew every sound, every creak, every tree scraping against the house. The two weeks he’d spent with Vegas had been more than enough time for him to know every sight and every sound. Which meant that something here was wrong. 

Pete gave absolutely no consideration to anything else. He made for Vegas’ room in a flash. His only thought was about the fact that Vegas wouldn’t be able to defend himself while chained up. 

When he got there, the door was wide open and Pete knew that he hadn’t left it like that. Vegas would’ve been smart enough to close it behind him if he’d planned on escaping. He knew how to make it look like it was supposed to.

Pete stopped and waited. He had to be smart about this. He heard the intruder step on the board that always creaked and knew immediately where he was. Not even bothering with a weapon. He was across the room and on him in an instant. 

Distantly, his mind registered that he knew the attacker, but Pete ignored that part of him. There was only one thing that mattered. The main made several soft noises and Pete’s hands applied the pressure to his neck. The fight was going out of Prop quickly so he released the chokehold. Before Prop could take a breath in, Pete twisted and yanked, and broke his neck.

Vegas stared at him from where he was kneeling on the bed still chained. It looked like he had moved to defend himself, but hadn’t gotten far. 

“That’s a main family guard,” he pointed out quietly.

Pete nodded. “Well, it was. Now he’s dead. He tried to hurt you Vegas.”

Vegas nodded numbly. “If they find out it was you, they’ll execute you. He was supposed to kill me.”

Pete smiled. “Yes, I know. But that’s alright, because you’re okay. I’ll just get rid of this unsightly thing. Then we can talk.”

When Pete came back, Vegas was sitting on the edge of the bed. Pete moved toward him to check if he was alright, but Vegas held up a hand. 

“Wait, I just….”

Pete could be patient. His boy needed a little processing time, that was fine. He nodded his head as Vegas chewed his lip. 

Pete wanted to be that lip. He wanted Vegas to chew, bite, tear and devour him. 

Vegas held up his wrist with the chain. “Uncuff me?” He asked it so simply, so plainly that Pete couldn’t resist him. 

He unchained him carefully, and before Pete could get out the words for Vegas to just give him a chance, Vegas was pulling him into a kiss. 

Pete wrapped his arms around Vegas and held him close. When they broke apart, Pete stared at him in confusion. 

“You’re not angry?”

Vegas shook his head. “You defended me. No one has ever done that. You turned your back on the main family for me. You weren’t lying. You do love me.” His voice dropped down shyly as he said it.

Pete nodded in agreement. “Yes, I do. I’m all yours.”

Vegas kissed him again, pulling him down to meet his lips and aggressively dominating the way they moved. Pete sucked a breath in in surprise and Vegas took the advantage of his open mouth to deepen their kiss. Pete’s hands found their way to that beautiful neck again and held Vegas close. 

When they broke apart Vegas already sounded wrecked. “Let me take you, please. Let me have you.”

Pete nodded. He’d give Vegas anything. If his boy said he wanted Pete to cut out his own heart, Pete would hand it to him still beating bloody. If Vegas wanted him to go out and carve up the entire main family and serve them to him on a platter, Pete would do it in an instant. Anything for this lovely, wonderful angel. 

There was just one thing that would make this experience absolutely perfect. Pete had heard of Vegas’ proclivities and ached to feel them. He needed Vegas to take total control over him. He needed Vegas to make him take everything until he was finished. He needed to show him that he was his in absolutely every way. 

Pete escaped Vegas’ lips for a moment, doing his best to ignore the soft, heartfelt whine. However, that noise turned delighted when Pete dug out the soft rope from Vegas’ box. Vegas took it reverently and watched as Pete offered his wrists freely. 

Vegas’ hands were nearly trembling as he bound Pete first with the rope, then to the chains that hung from the ceiling. Pete was completely as his mercy. He couldn’t turn back now even if he wanted to.

The first thing Vegas did was drop to his knees behind Pete and take a long, flat lick of his hole. Pete squirmed, almost regretting letting Vegas tie him up. He wanted less, he wanted more. He wanted everything Vegas could and would give him. But there wasn’t enough regret there to ask Vegas to untie him. It was all just adding itself to his intense and overwhelmed nature. 

Pete found himself getting his wish. Vegas absolutely devoured his ass. Pete was so into it, he could barely see straight. Every second that Vegas did that brought him closer and closer to the edge. Just before he was gearing up for a really amazing orgasm, Vegas pulled away from him. Pete should’ve been embarrassed about the whine that slipped through his lips, but he couldn’t bring himself to be. 

Vegas stood and his arms wrapped around Pete from behind. One hand gripped his throat and Pete leaned back into his warm strength. 

“I’m not done with you yet, pet.” Vegas released the chains go enough to lay Pete out on the bed and was across him in seconds. His mouth trailed down Pete’s belly toward the place he wanted it most. Before he reached Pete’s aching cock, he stopped. Vegas lingered at Pete’s hipbones, fingers tracing his tattoo. 

Vegas smiled devilishly at Pete, pulled back and started rearranging him. There was something delicious in the way Vegas used his body like a toy. 

Once Pete’s legs were open and out of the way Vegas pressed a dry fingertip to Pete’s hole. For a brief moment, Pete wondered if Vegas was planning on fucking with only the spit as lube, but Vegas’ other hand turned out to be holding a bottle of lube. He drizzled a decent amount directly onto Pete’s hole and Pete flinched. After the warmth of Vegas’ tongue the lube was downright freezing. He used the excess to coat his fingers and then sharply shoved two in with no warning. 

“I won’t fuck you dry, today. But you do still need to be punished for kidnapping me.” Vegas’ fingers stretched him quickly making Pete whine again. Pete wanted to beg, but the look on Vegas’ face said it didn’t matter what Pete said, he was going to do what he wanted. 

Pete reveled in that feeling. This is exactly what he wanted. 

Pete yanked on the cuffs enjoying the way they pulled on the skin. It also gave him something to pull on when Vegas suddenly thrust his cock in. Pete wasn’t sure when he’d lubed up his cock, but the thick, slow slide, nearly made him blow his load right away. 

Vegas smiled indulgently at him. “There you go baby. Take it nice and good.”

Pete moaned in delight. He through his head back and waited for Vegas to get around to fucking him for real. 

Vegas stilled when he bottomed out, just staring at Pete. Pete looked up at him and wished he could reach out and touch his face. Not enough to ask him to uncuff him. Just enough to wish that he would. 

Vegas caught his eyes and smiled. Pete marveled that he finally belonged to him and him alone. Then that smile turned devilish and he snapped his hips sharply. Pete arched his back and to his great embarrassment, came. 

Vegas laughed in pure delight as Pete spurted cum all over both of them. However, it was obvious that he wasn’t done with him. He fucked Pete through his orgasm and it wasn’t until Pete was tightening down on him and squirming with helpless overstimulation that he came himself. 

He stilled his sharp thrusts so that he was buried inside Pete. Pete reveled in the feeling of Vegas filling him. 

Vegas pulled out of him and collapsed on the bed next to him. Pete knew they should get cleaned up. He needed to pack up their things and move Vegas before another assassin came looking for him. 

“Chay I’ve been looking for you everywhere, I was starting to get worried.” Kim whined. As he stepped onto the tiled floor all he could do was stare and blink.

Chay was standing in front of the mirror in a short blue pleated skirt, knee length socks, and a camisole, holding a tube of mascara. There was even a little bow clip in his hair. 

All that occupied Kim’s mind in that moment was how adorable Chay looked. 

Chay froze and blinked back at Kim before scrambling to run away. Being in the bathroom he did not have much luck and ended up squatting in between the sink and bathtub.

“I didn’t know you would be back so soon.” Chay said as he looked up at Kim.

“Huh.” Kim responded stupidly.

Chay opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally saying, “How about you get out of the bathroom and I get up from sitting on the floor and we can have a better conversation in the living room.”

“Yes. That's a good idea,” Kim nodded before exiting the bathroom backwards. He sat down on the couch and waited for Chay.

After a few minutes he came out and Kim sat Chay down in his lap and stared at him, the skirt was gone but he still had a bow in his hair. Chay blushed all the way to his ears.

“Um you weren’t really supposed to see that but it's okay I think? Is it okay with you? I just don't know. I saw the skirt one time and I tried it on and it just made me happy for some reason I don't know, that's not weird is it?”

“Slow down baby.” Kim chuckled, “yes it's okay.”

“It's okay,” Chay repeated with a sigh.

Kim brought his hands to his boyfriends cheeks, “Do you want to talk about it? Do you do that a lot when I'm not here?”

“Not like every time, only if I’m in the mood for it I guess. If that makes sense.” Chay said.

 “Is it like a sex thing or…..?”

Chay blushed even more, “I don't think so, though I wouldn't mind that if you wanted it to be.” He paused and frowned a little, “I don’t know why I like it so much, I don't want to actually be a girl or anything I don't think?. It's just fun for some reason. It's freeing; I feel so myself and...” he paused and looked down at the couch they were sitting on, “I like feeling pretty.”

“You looked very pretty.”

“Really?” Chay asked and Kim nodded in response, “Thank you.” He murmured into Kim's neck.

“You can wear it around the house if you want, when I’m there.” Kim played with the little bow clip in Chay’s hair, he couldn’t help but still think it was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen.

“You want me too?” Chay looked back up at his boyfriend with eyes full of wonder.

“Yeah. I could even buy you another skirt if you wanted,” he placed a kiss on Chay's fluffy hair, “or more clips.” Kim was never going to pass up an opportunity to spoil him, and he would do anything to help Chay be more Chay.

Chay cuddled as close as he could into Kim’s body, “I’m so glad you came home early.”