No, but it's actually so so so interesting, that Vegas isn't the first one to kiss Pete. And it leads me to believe that it wasnāt his plan to seduce Pete at that moment. Quite the opposite actually. Vegas was trying to push Pete away.
Because Pete is dangerous. He didnāt run, when he had the chance, he stayed to help Vegas through his grief, he gave Vegasā hedgehog a funeral and even after, he didnāt run, he followed Vegas back to his own prison to keep him company. And when Vegas tried to hurt himself, Pete was probably the very first person to stop him. To tell him that hurting himself is not the answer here, that Vegas doesnāt need to punish himself for not being able to meet his garbage fatherās batshit standards.
And that scares Vegas, because if thereās someone out there, who sees something worthwhile in him, then what the fuck has he been doing with his life until now? Pete is steadily showing him different options and Vegas is terrified. So no, heās not trying to get Pete into bed, not at all. Heās being crude and aggressive, heās trying to push Pete away and when Pete doesnāt react, when Pete calls him a psycho, he thinks heās succeeded. He makes to leave the room, and Pete is still free to run. He didnāt bind him again, Vegas is counting on Pete running, either to get rid of him and the ideas heās planting in Vegasā head, OR to run him down, capture him again and have another reason to punish him, to hurt him. Have a reason to believe that Pete will inevitably betray him as well.
But Pete kisses him.
Pete doesnāt run, doesnāt let Vegas leave, he kisses him.
We can see the momentary shock on Vegasā face. And then he grins because this is different. This is interesting. And when Pete offers him the rope, offers himself to Vegas, Vegas is a goner. Afterwards, heās looking at Pete in such wonder that it hurts to watch.
Vegas was trying to push Pete away, but damn if Pete will let him.
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When Vegas wakes up, his arm doesnāt. For a panicked second, he wonders if the bullets did more damage than initially thought, but when he opens his eyes he sees the actual reason. Peteās head is lying on the numb arm, the man deeply asleep, as quiet snores are barely heard throughout the room. Vegas looks around and finds Macau gone, probably back at school now that Vegas is almost set to go home. He looks back down at Pete and hesitates only a moment before he reaches over with his still functioning hand to gently card his fingers through Peteās soft hair. He still canāt quite believe that he has this. That he has Pete. Noā¦ not has. That Pete chose him.
He watches him nuzzle into Vegasā arm, a soft sigh escaping as he is slowly roused from his sleep. Vegas lets himself smile as he continues to wake Pete.Ā
--- 02
Itās only their third night at the new house when Vegas sees Pete descend the stairs, sleep still heavy in his eyes. The former bodyguard mumbles a āmorningā to him, pausing briefly before he brushes his hand over Vegasā arm in a gentle addition to the greeting. When Vegas only watches him, Pete gives him an awkward smile and pulls his hand away. Vegas almost asks him to put it back. Almost. āMacau should be down any minute, I woke him up a while ago.ā Turning away, Pete starts up the coffee machine, movements still a little sluggish.
Vegas just continues watching his movements. Despite the awkwardness, the occasional caution, Pete seems so comfortable here. So comfortable living with both Vegas and his brother. Hell, he takes care of the both of them like itās nothing. āHe will start calling you mom, soon.ā Itās meant to be a joke, but his voice comes out entirely too earnest for that.
āOy.ā Though, Peteās affronted look doesnāt fail to make Vegas chuckle. āAt least let him call me dad.ā
The chuckle turns into a helpless laugh. āThatās what offended you?ā
Before Pete can answer anything, they are both alerted by frantic sounds coming from the stairs. Macau stumbles in, tie crooked and bag almost sliding off his shoulders. āNo time for breakfast, Iām late!ā He yells, almost flying out the door.
āWait.ā Peteās voice isnāt even loud, but Vegas still observes his brother - his rebellious, stubborn brother - freeze on the stop. āYou wouldnāt be late if you got up when I woke you.ā
Macau mocks him, but his grimace quickly melts into a full-blown smile when Pete offers him a thermos with piping hot coffee, an unimpressed look in his eyes. āThank you, brother-in-law,ā Macau singsongs and then hurries away before Peteās well-aimed punch can catch his arm.
āBrat,ā he mutters and rolls his eyes as he moves around Vegas to return to the coffee machine. He doesnāt drink the second coffee, though. He holds it out to Vegas instead. āHere. Energy.ā And itās the way he thought about Macau first, about Vegas second, that makes Vegasā heart pound. When Pete jiggles his hand slightly to hurry him along, he grabs the mug from him and watches as Pete finally makes his own coffee. His breath comes out in a quiet sigh, a little shaky as he smells the comforting scent of coffee and finally realises that this is real. Pete is here. To stay, hopefully. Vegas will do anything to make him want to stay.
Taking a sip, he hums and reaches out to brush Peteās arm, like he has done to Vegas when he came down. Pete looks over at him, sleepy smile on his face and Vegas canāt help the way his hand reaches up to brush Peteās hair behind his ear. Peteās eyes widen a fraction, seem a little more alert as he clutches his coffee to his chest and Vegas lets his hand sink. āThanksā¦ dad.ā He isnāt as fast as Macau to dodge the hit against his thigh.
--- 03
Some of the casinos are still under Vegas' care. It was in the agreement he made with Korn after being released from the hospital, now that the minor family was under Porsche's thumb. He doesn't mind most of the time, still holding power where he goes. If people question his authority, they still regret it very quickly. It's not quite the same, but the pressure is also off. It'sā¦ different.
Different might not be bad.
But being in charge of the casinos means many days where he returns home well into the night. And even though today might be a Friday, he is still a little surprised when he arrives home and sees both Macau and Pete on the couch, the light of the playing TV flickering over their faces. Only when he sheds his outer layers and shoes, does he notice that Macau is fast asleep, head rolling against Peteās shoulder, chest slowly rising and falling. Pete, though, is awake, if barely. When he hears Vegas enter the room, he raises his hand, careful not to jostle Macau awake, and waves with a small smile.
Vegas finds himself smiling back, only stalling for a second before he moves over to sit down on Peteās other side. āHey,ā the former bodyguard mumbles while looking at him, eyes having followed his movements.Ā
āHey.ā Their eyes meet for a long moment, Peteās hand that isnāt trapped by Macauās body, falling onto his thigh, the touch oddly grounding. Vegas finds himself relaxing as he looks towards the TV, the volume on whatever is playing set way low. Itās some weird action show and he frowns when he sees a character talk to apparent air. āWhatās this?ā
Pete chuckles, quiet like their whispering has been. āItās a show Tankhun made us watch with him. I think we watched it three times since it came out.ā He leans his head back and sighs. āItās really stupid, but I kind of missed those nights today, so I put it on.ā He must see something fall on Vegasā face because the hand on his thigh squeezes gently. āDonāt look like that. I like living here.ā He smiles reassuringly. āItās justā¦ sometimes I miss the routine.ā
Nodding, Vegas lets his fingers slide through the ones on his leg, returning the squeeze. āI get that.ā For a while, they both watch the action show, hands remaining interlocked. That is, until Vegas suddenly feels something fall against his shoulder, warm breath tickling his throat. He, in turn, stops breathing for a moment, moving slowly to look down at Peteās head, his cheek squished against Vegasā body.
Wellā¦ he supposes they are sleeping on the couch today.
--- 04
Pete often accompanies him to the main house. While Vegas is dealing with either Korn or Kinn and sometimes Porsche - reluctantly, thereās so much history with everyone, but he doesnāt really have much of a choice - Pete leaves to see the other bodyguards or Tankhun. They always leave together, though, Pete always tells him to just text him or find him when heās ready to head home. It always sends a small thrill through Vegasā body, whenever Pete addresses their house as āhomeā in front of the others. Even Macau comes with them sometimes, mostly to annoy Porsche or hang with his little brother. When those two even became friends is absolutely beyond Vegas, but heās happy that his brother doesnāt seem lonely, even outside of his school friends.
Today though, Vegas went alone. Pete has come home late the night before. It happens from time to time, now that Vegas urged him to go to the movie marathons with Tankhun again. He never fails to come home, though, never fails to be there in the morning. But Vegasā meeting with Kinn was very early, so he kept Peteās room door closed and didnāt try to wake him. A shame really, because Vegas always feels infinitely more comfortable walking into the main house with Pete by his side. It feels less like his arrival before the attack. Less like he is supposed to pull a gun on the bodyguards greeting them. It reminds him that everything in his life has flipped on its head and that that might be a good thing. Yeah, Vegas doesnāt like going to the main house alone.
However, when he returns, the tense awkwardness still thrumming through him is almost worth it, because Pete is lying curled up on the couch, occasionally stretching towards the sun like a fucking cat. He has to stop in the door for a moment, has to take the sight in.
The thing is, Vegas isnāt easily flustered. His upbringing, his character, his life so far have done everything to assure that. He isnāt easily faced, isnāt easily surprised, caught off-guard.
Except when it comes to Pete.
Everything about Pete is a fucking enigma. Heās a puzzle that Vegas canāt seem to crack. And he has tried to crack himā¦ both literally and figuratively. He doesnāt really like to think about that.
Here and now, though, Pete shuffles around, pushes his face deeper into his arm and Vegas has to swallow.
Macau finds him like this, just standing in the door, still dressed, shoes and jacket on, staring at Pete like heās a particularly hard maths equation. He opens his mouth to say something and Vegasā body moves on its own, throwing a finger up to his own mouth and shushing his brother. They have a silent conversation, mostly comprised of raising eyebrows and up- and downturned lips respectively, until Vegas tries to push Macau away, but Macau side-steps him and throws him a grin, while he takes out his phone.
He sneaks closer to Pete and leans down to snap a couple of pictures, changing angles and everything. Vegas canāt help but chuckle, because seriously, what sort of bodyguard wouldnāt wake-
āAre you done? Can I get up now?ā They both freeze as Peteās voice rings out in the room, Macau almost stumbling onto his ass from his crouched position. āBecause I know Iām adorable, but really? A dozen pictures?ā His eyes open, way more alert than they should be for someone allegedly asleep, as he stretches, still lying down.
Macau clears his throat, putting his phone away. āWhen did you wake up?ā
āWhen your brother came home.ā Pete hums and Macau grumbles under his breath and leaves the room with a roll of his eyes. Pete only laughs to himself, eyes moving to Vegas with raised eyebrows. āAnd why were you just staring at me?āĀ
Ah. This Vegas can do. With a smirk, he moves closer and leans over Pete, a hand propped onto the back of the couch. āMaybe I just like watching you sleep?ā The smile slips from Peteās lips slightly, turns almost a little coy, his eyes softening, becoming hooded. Vegasā heart starts to beat a little faster as he remembers a similar look back at the safe house. Similar, but slightly different. Freer, lighter, Peteās eyes seem to sparkle a little, not as dull as they have been back then.
āAnd why is that?ā As Vegas looks down at him, heās a little lost for words. Because if he thought Pete was beautiful at the safe house, now he is positively divine. He feels the gentle tap of fingers against his cheek, mapping a path into his hair and he almost leans further down, tempted to close the gap between them. Instead, Peteās coy smile turns into a grin and, suddenly, he flicks Vegasā forehead, making him flinch, the charged moment over. He lets out a frustrated huff, but Peteās laugh might be worth it. āDid you bring food?ā Amused despite himself, Vegas nods his head and heads towards the kitchen, Pete following him eagerly. āWhat did you bring?ā
They divide the food up and call Macau to eat. And if Vegas receives a message from his brother, while they are talking at the table, with just a bunch of pictures and the caption 'You're welcomeā, well then Pete will never find out.
--- 05
The morning after the first night they slept together in one bed, Vegas wakes up to a warmth against his back and a heavy arm slung around his waist. He blinks the sleep from his eyes and frowns when he sees the time on the watch on his bedside table. He tries to move, managing to sit up slightly, but the arm won't let him get far, only tightens around him, holding him in place. "Pete," he tries in a quiet voice, but only feels the shake of a head against his back. "Pete, I have to go."
"Noooooā¦" The half-asleep whine is accompanied by a press between his shoulder blades and he can only imagine it being Pete's face since there is absolutely no way for him to turn around. "Where you goin'?" The mumble is barely coherent.
A little helpless, Vegas remains frozen, his arms starting to strain from holding him up awkwardly. "I have a meeting with Korn. It's about one of the gangs."
"But whyyy." Another whine and Vegas is quite sure that his heart doubles in size. "Too early."
He chuckles, lets himself sink down again, to be held entirely against Pete's chest. "It's noon, Pete."
There is a beat of silence and then a groan. "Oh." Reluctantly, the arm is pulled away and Vegas is free to sit up. He hesitates for a moment, missing the weight of it but another glance at the watch makes him sigh and he shuffles his feet to the floor. Stretching his arms above his head, he cracks his neck and looks behind him when he hears a small squeak. Pete's face is the slightest bit red and his eyes snap up, from where he was observing Vegas' naked back, to his eyes. "Shut up," Pete grumbles before Vegas can even say anything and he whacks him with a pillow when he sees the smirk on Vegas' face. "Go. Leave, be important."
With a chuckle, Vegas stands from the bed and moves towards his wardrobe. He pulls out a pair of jeans and is about to pull them over his legs when he makes the mistake of turning around one more time. Because Pete is using one hand to rub the sleep from his eyes, the other one clutched into the blanket pooling around his waist. He is wearing a shirt that belongs to Vegas and as he looks up at him, eyes bleary, lips just shy of a sleepy smile, Vegas gives up. "You know what?" He says slowly, letting the jeans drop to the floor. "Fuck Korn." And with a jump, he dives back into the bed, back into Pete's arms, who welcomes him with a loud laugh.
When Vegas runs after Gunās death, in the novel, Pete remembers two things:
Vegas telling him that he knows that Pete will never choose him over his responsibility to the main family
His tattoo: No legacy is so rich as honesty
And then he does what Vegas didnāt believe. He chooses Vegas over the main family. Because the legacy of staying with them would mean nothing if Pete remained dishonest to himself and his true feelings.
While the show did truly everything better for VegasPete than the novel (reading their chapters was actually pretty distressing) and this scene was incredibly impactful overall - because we see Pete struggle to make this decision, we see him accept his feelings for Vegas - the connection to the tattoo was honestly pretty cool so I sort of missed it.
What he had planned was entirely new territory, he had never really seduced anyone before. Never really felt the need before. Now, though, three months into living with Vegas and Macau, he was all too ready to give it a chance.
Because Vegas wouldnāt touch him.
Well, that wasnāt entirely true. They did touch, they were close, arguably closer than they had ever been. They even slept together in one bed now, Peteās former room becoming nothing more than a guest room - usually for Tankhun, when the oldest Theerapanyakul felt like visiting Pete and utterly annoying Vegas. More often than not, they woke up tangled together or with one lying half atop the other. They also kissed here and there to show affection, to show intimacy. And sometimes to gross out Macau.
So there was touch, a lot of touch even. But notā¦ touch.
No intimately charged, lingering kisses, no wandering hands, no - and Pete still had some reservations thinking about the thrill even the thought sent through him - ropes. He wasnāt even sure why. Until recently, the need for sex hadnāt seemed as important. Their relationship - as unorthodox as it had started - was still kind of fresh. At times, they still had some awkward moments, rare as they were getting. Moments marred by their questionable history and really the history of the Theerapanyakul family in general.
But now, three months into their cohabitation, with Vegas almost fully healed and Macau away on a school trip, it was the perfect time for that to change, in Peteās opinion.
So he chose a day when neither of them had major commitments, waited for Vegas to relax on the couch with a book in the evening and rather unceremoniously sat himself right in his lap. Vegas, for his part, blinked up at him for a moment, one hand immediately moving to Peteās waist, while the other closed the book. āHi?ā
āHi.ā Peteās voice, a little breathy from nerves, came out quieter than he had planned and when Vegas only raised his eyebrows at him, he actively had to calm himself down, or he might have bolted. But no, he was a man with a plan and he intended to follow through. Reaching for the book in Vegasā hand, he gently pulled it away and put it down on the couch next to them. He kept their eyes locked throughout, not even breaking the contact when he finally leaned down and caught Vegasā lips in a slow kiss. He felt him smile against Peteās lips, felt Vegasā now freed hand join the other one, both kneading into his hips, just shy of painful, just shy of the pressure he had used at the safe house. But Pete wanted more.
His own hands, formerly propped against the back of the couch, drew forward, one carding through Vegasā hair, while the other grabbed the side of his neck to pull his head further up, to angle the kiss deeper. He leaned in then, relaxed his legs, until he was fully seated in Vegasā lap, their bodies flush together. He felt Vegasā gasp more than he heard it and used the opening to let his tongue explore, sighing when he felt Vegasā tongue meet it, yearning to hear more of those beautiful sounds. The kiss grew heavy, Vegasā hands wandering down to Peteās ass, using his grasp to pull him even closer. He could feel excitement pool in his stomach, could feel his heart race. āPete.ā The name left in a whisper almost lost between their moving lips, but it caused Pete to thrust down, start a small rhythm that pulled out another gasp from Vegas. "Wait, wait, Pete stop."
Stop? Why would he- It took a second to register what Vegas had said, but when it did, Pete immediately stopped and pulled away, eyes wide in worry. āWhatās wrong? Are you okay?ā Vegas was breathing heavily, hands tightening and releasing in Peteās clothes, but he wouldnāt look at Pete, which only heightened his anxiety. āVegas, hey?ā He tried to slide off his lap, tried to put some distance between them, but that only seemed to add to Vegasā distress. Swallowing down the panic he was feeling himself, Pete quickly leaned forward and pulled Vegas into a hug. āHey, itās okay. Iām sorry. What did I do? Can I help?ā He was rambling, heart racing for entirely different reasons than just a few moments ago. But this was scaring him.Ā
āIām sorry.ā The quiet English words didnāt help much. Vegasā voice was small, uncharacteristically so, but Pete was able to breathe a little easier when he felt Vegas hug him back, arms winding around his waist.Ā
Shaking his head, Pete started to brush a hand over Vegasā hair, to calm Vegas or himself, he wasnāt quite sure. āNo, no, no. You have nothing to be sorry for, yeah?ā He leaned back a little, cupped Vegasā face between his hands. āIf anything, Iām sorry.ā Vegas shook his head in protest, leaning his head back with a sigh, so Pete let his hands slide to the sides of his neck. His stomach was tying itself into painful knots because Vegas looked incredibly uncomfortable and still wouldnāt meet his eyes. He couldnāt help the way his hands were trembling against Vegasā skin, the way his heart was growing heavy in confusion andā¦ hurt. Something had been festering in the back of his mind for a while. A thought that came back louder now, Pete swallowing nervously as he finally let himself think about it. Why exactly they havenāt been all over each other. āIs- is it me?ā He didnāt like how unsure his voice came out. āAre youā¦ not attracted to me anymore?ā But his thoughts kept spiralling even more, as he leaned away, as far as Vegasā arms allowed it. Have you ever been attracted to me? Or was I justā¦ there? Easy, accessibleā¦ Vegas was staring at him with wide eyes now, but he wasnāt sure how to read the look. āWhich would be fine, I guess.ā He really wasnāt fine. Of course, he would never force Vegas into anything, but his hands fell to his sides, as the thoughts took root, his insecurity heightening. Maybe that was all he had been. No, but Vegas had said that heā¦ he said that he loved Pete, right? But what if he hadnāt meant romantically? What if he hadnāt meant it the way Pete meant it, even if he hadnāt said it out loud before? Now that he was thinking about it, it was Pete who had kissed Vegas after the hospital. What if they had started living together and Vegas had realised that he wasnāt really in love with Pete, but only thankful because Pete showed him sympathy when he needed it most? And now he was stuck with Pete living in his home, playing happy family, when really he just wanted to go out and have fun with someone - anyone - else? What if-Ā
āPete.ā Oh great and now Vegas was laughing at him. Stung, Pete tried once more to stand from his lap, but Vegas was still holding strong, pulling him closer even. āPete.ā A kiss was pressed against his trembling lips, his head guided upwards by the chin, when he tried to hide. Vegas kissed him, until he stopped trembling, until the tension melted away and his body melted against Vegasā once more, soft kiss after soft kiss. With a shuddering breath, Pete leaned his forehead against Vegasā shoulder, cursing them both for being such utter messes. Truly, two broken people found each other in the most bizarre of ways. Their lives could easily be made into a problematic novel. Small kisses were trailed over his cheek, his chin, his neck, until Pete twitched away, ticklish. And with a last kiss to his forehead, Vegas leaned back, angling Peteās head up again to look into his eyes. āPete, of course, Iām attracted to you.ā Another kiss. āIāve always been attracted to you.ā And another kiss.
Snorting, Pete rolled his eyes but stayed put, stayed close. āNow, youāre exaggerating.ā
āIām not.ā Keeping their eyes locked, Vegas smiled a kind of smile that was still a little rare. Open, earnest and utterly devastating to Peteās heart. āI told you before, that Iāve seen you looking at me. Seen you, watch me.ā He kissed the flush blooming high on Peteās cheekbones, lips lingering on the heated skin. āBut I don't think you realised what I meant at the time. I remember the day you started working for the main house.ā The words were whispered into his ear, Vegasā hands sliding underneath Peteās shirt, flexing against his naked skin. āYour hair was shorter then, your body thinner. The first time I saw you, was on that first day. Father had me attend one of his meetings and there you were, hand clutched around your weapon as if it was the first time you ever held one.ā Pete shuddered, both at the memory, because he remembered that day all too clearly, but also at the teeth against his ear, the tongue against his neck. āI kept feeling your eyes on me but every time I looked back, you quickly shifted away. I remember thinking how adorable you were, the new baby bodyguard of the main family, blushing because he was caught staring.ā
āNot fair,ā Pete mumbled, embarrassed and a little breathless as Vegasā teeth joined his tongue on Peteās neck. āThe shirt you were wearing back then was nearly see-through, how was I supposed to look at anything else?ā
The laugh that was huffed against his skin sounded delighted. āRemind me to wear it more often then.ā They held each other for a silent moment, Pete basking in the warmth of Vegasā arms, breathing in the comforting scent of his clothes, his cologne, his skin. āI never acted on it, because you were forbidden fruit. The way I was raised, me and Macau were raised, you were what stood between us and the enemy. The hatred was trained into us. You were a pretty obstacle, but I was never allowed to see you as human. Until you forced me to see you as one.ā Tightening the hold, he pulled Pete against him, the hand on the back of his neck anchoring in its restriction. āForced me to reevaluate everything I thought I knew about myself. About my family, my life.āĀ
Pete didnāt know whether to apologise or to take it as a thank you. He hoped that Vegas was happy with the change, needed Vegas to be happy with it. He didnāt want to disrupt this closeness, would have gladly stayed like this all evening, but he was still confused. Worried by Vegasā reaction. So he leaned back a bit, only far enough to be able to look at him. āVegasā¦Ā Then why-ā
āItās not that I donāt want to. Trust me, I do.ā Trying for a leer, Vegasā smile tampered off into a faint grimace. āBut Pete, the last time we started sleeping togetherā¦ youā¦ wellā¦ā
And oh. What did it say about Pete, that he hadnāt even thought about the connection? Truthfully, in his mind, there was no real connection between the sex and him leaving. He didnāt leave, because they started sleeping together. Not really. But how was he meant to explain that, he wondered with a sigh. āVegas. The times we slept together, the times we talked, got to know each other, when you brought me ramenā¦ they made me happy. Happy but also confused.ā It was an uncomfortable topic for the both of them, so Pete tried to distract them a bit by playing with Vegasā hair. āConfused, because afterwards, you would leave and once you left the room, it was like the progress we made didnāt matter. Like I was back to being just a prisoner. And every time you returned, there was a big chance that you would treat me like one again. Itā¦ā He hated that he had to say this, hated that he would hurt Vegas, so he continued to touch him, continued to reassure them both that things had changed. āIt scared me, Vegas. Never knowing which version of you would come in. I liked the version I got to know so much, but the one who would degrade me was terrifying.ā
āIām sorry.ā Sincere as they were, Pete didnāt want to hear those words anymore, tried to shake his head, but he looked into Vegasā eyes when his head was angled forward. āI promise that I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I promise that I will cherish you, Pete. I-ā
āI know.ā Smiling, Pete leaned down to press a small kiss to his lips. āI know you will. And I want to try this, I want to make this work. I justā¦ā He hesitated, a little embarrassed. āI just want to take care of you. You and Macau.āĀ
He was prepared for teasing, maybe even laughter. Prepared to be called mom or dad again. But Vegas just pulled him in again, fingers gently holding his cheeks to return the kiss. āAnd I want to take care of you.ā Then, only when he saw Peteās big smile, a teasing glint entered his eyes. āBecause you will surely die on your own, with your ramen diet and awful tracking skills.ā
āOy!ā Hitting his chest, still careful to avoid any bullet scars, Pete laughed. āI donāt only eat ramen, but the food you were giving me was so bland that the hedgehog could have eaten it.ā To his credit, Vegas only let out a snort until they were both grinning at each other like mildly deranged idiots. āAlso, Iāll have you knowā¦ Iām excellent at trackingā¦ just not you. Might I remind you that I did manage to infiltrate the minor family home and if it hadn't been for that traitor Ken, I would have gotten out as well.ā Again, he wondered what it said about him that he didn't really regret being caught. When he found himself lost in what ifs, the thought of them never connecting before the attack on the family, frightened him. He didnāt like to think about all the worse ways it could have ended.
Vegas looked at him for a while, not in disbelief, but more in curiosity. āYou have always been a puzzle to me,ā he finally said, eyebrows crinkling in thought, maybe in memory. āYou always seemed soā¦ goofy. Whenever I visited the main house.ā He soothed the tease by tucking Peteās hair behind his ears, a motion he had adopted, ever since that first time in the kitchen. āThat big grin of yours, always present, sometimes you seemed like a klutz around the other bodyguards.ā He must have noticed Pete's face slowly shifting into an offended scowl because he quickly continued with a chuckle. "But then you rose through the ranks so quickly and I knew that there had to be more behind that sunshine exterior. Not just anybody would be assigned as head bodyguard. Especially Tankhunās.ā Fingers already next to Peteās ears, Vegas started a slow massage behind them, smiling when Pete shuddered and nuzzled into the touch. āYou fascinate me every day, Pete. Trust that I want you. In my life, in my home, in my bed, any way you will allow me.ā
Pete leaned forward to kiss him again, mimicking Vegasā gentle fingers to angle his head just right. āVegasā¦ā He knew he hadnāt said it before, but his heart felt like it was overflowing, sitting here in Vegasā lap, not quite as he had imagined the night going, but infinitely happy how far they had gotten either way. āVegas, I love you.ā He leaned in for another kiss, needed to be as close as possible as the nerves thrummed through his body. āI love you,ā he said again in a whisper, nerves making way for happiness when he felt Vegas kiss back, hurried and almost a little frantic, his hands back on Peteās hips as he attempted to fuse their bodies apparently.
Peteās name was mumbled between their lips, interrupted by more kisses, though Vegas branched out to kiss all over Peteās face. āCareful. You will make it impossible to let you leave.ā
Winding his arms around Vegasā neck, Pete leaned their foreheads together and smiled brightly. āYou ask me to trust you, so trust me that I donāt plan on going anywhere.ā He rejoiced when Vegas returned the smile with one of his warm, open ones. āBut,ā Managing to slide off Vegasā lap this time, Pete stood and grabbed his hands, pulling him to his feet as well. āEmotions exhaust me, so Iām afraid Iām only up for some cuddles now.ā His voice was laced with so much theatrical drama, Tankhun would have been proud and Vegas rolled his eyes at him, but interlaced their fingers and tugged Pete towards the stairs.
He grinned then, a little of the smirk that Pete knew all too well back in the upturn of his lips. āHow about a bath then? That not too exhausting for you?ā He laughed when he saw Peteās eyes light up and with a headshake, he was being dragged into the spacious bathroom.
Itās the way Pete seems slightly hurt and unsure when Vegas asks him why heās still there, so Vegas immediately offers his hand to show him that heās just confused and not displeased by his presence for me
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āPlease.ā Peteās voice was hoarse, choked up, and Vegas leaned up to lick away the teardrops on his cheek. He has been keeping Pete on the edge for hours and it seemed the breaking point was near. āVegas, please.ā
āShhhhhā¦ā With a smile, Vegas slowed his thrusts, kept them deep and torturous. Pete let out a whine, more tears leaking out, as his hands tried to break free of the rope. āNo, no, no. Itās okay, just breathe.ā A few quick, hard pushes followed and Peteās breath hitched, his mouth falling open. āCome on, Pete. Donāt you want to last just a little bit longer?ā
āNoā¦ā His cock was flushed, has been rock hard for so long, his body littered with marks. He was the most beautiful thing Vegas has ever seen. He slowed again, waited for Pete to gather his thoughts. āNo, Vegas, Iā¦ yellow.ā
The word was bitten out, sounded like a reluctant defeat, but Vegas immediately slowed to a stop and cupped Peteās face between his hands. āPete, hey look at me.ā When those pretty brown eyes opened, pupils blown wide, Vegas smiled gently and leaned down to press a small kiss to his lips. āDo you want to stop? Or do you want to come?ā Peteās eyebrows knit together, his breathing coming a bit harsher and Vegas moved one hand to rest against his throat, applying a bit of pressure. āItās okay. We can stop. Tell me what you need.ā
Pete blinked up at him, breathing measuring out. He pulled against the restraints again and Vegas quickly pulled the rope from the hook holding Peteās arms up.
āYou need me to unbind you?ā
Pete shook his head, but struggled to bring his bound arms up around Vegasā neck. āPlease.āĀ
Smiling Vegas leaned down for a longer kiss, one hand stroking into Peteās hair, before he helped him place his arms around his shoulders. āYou wanna come?ā Pete nodded his head frantically, pulling Vegas closer. āOkay, okay.ā Reaching between them, Vegas gently released the cockring trapping Pete and gave him a few gentle tugs. Peteās entire body tensed up and he let out a shuddering breath.
āCome in me,ā he mumbled, voice quiet.
A little surprised, Vegas looked down at him. Pete usually didnāt like the sensation. āYou sure?āĀ
āPlease.ā
āOkay, love.ā Needing to adjust their position, Vegas gently moved out of Pete, earning another whine. āShhā¦ patience.ā He pulled Pete against him and manhandled them both into a sitting position, himself leaning against the bed frame. Pete leaned into him, arms still around his shoulders, face hidden in Vegasā neck. āOkay, babe?ā The second Pete nodded, Vegas started to thrust upwards, starting up slow, but quickly gaining speed as Peteās voice started to rise. With Pete securely in his lap, Vegas placed one hand on his nape to ground him, as the other reached down. The second Vegasā hand started to stroke his cock, Pete choked out a moan and bit down on Vegasā neck. āYou wanna come?ā He could feel Peteās hair against his cheek, as the other nodded, so he sped up both the movement of his hand and his thrusts. More tears dropped onto his shoulder and Vegas turned his head to press a kiss against Peteās cheek. āCome on then.ā Taking a second to lick his hand, he moved it back down and started to stroke Pete in earnest. āCome for me, love.ā
And with another bite to Vegasā neck, Pete spilt all over Vegasā hand and their stomachs. As he constricted around Vegasā dick it only took a couple more thrusts for Vegas to follow him over the edge. Pete shuddered against him, pressing close as a last moan left his lips and he slumped into Vegasā arms to just breathe.
Vegas gathered him close, pressed a couple of kisses against Peteās face and hair. He gave him a few moments to come down, to calm down. āYou okay?ā
The groan he heard sounded much more like the Pete he knew. āFuck. You broke me.ā
Vegas laughed as he pulled Peteās hands forward to untie him. He rubbed Peteās wrists gently and pressed a kiss to the chafing. āI believe we found your limit.ā
Pete made a face, slumping forward again. āI didnāt call red,ā he mumbled, sounding almost petulant.
āAnd let's hope you never have to.ā Chuckling, Vegas moved Peteās hair out of his face and kissed him. āBath?ā
āPlease.ā
ā
Pete let out a long sigh, as he leaned his back against Vegasā chest, the warm water doing wonders for his shaky limbs. āHow long was it?ā
āHmm.ā Vegas peppered his neck with a couple of kisses, smiling into his skin. āI left you for half an hour with the vibe. Then two I think.ā
āDamn.ā Huffing, Pete started to play with Vegasā fingers, leaning his head to the side to make room for Vegasā lips. āFelt longer. Couldnāt take it anymore. Thought I was delirious.ā
āThatās okay.ā Vegas smiled, rubbing his free hand over Peteās stomach. āYou did so good, love.ā
Pete turned his head with a bright grin. āI did, didnāt I?ā
Rolling his eyes at the shift in attitude, Vegas huffed out a laugh. āYes, yes, you did.ā
āGood enough for ramen?ā
With a groan, Vegas pressed his forehead against Peteās shoulder. āFine. But youāre getting salad for dinner.āĀ
Thereās many things I want from VegasPete, but one of the most prominent monkey-brain moments was my initial thought of: (NSFW following)
Edging.
The best combination of torture and sex.
I want Vegas to edge Pete for hours, get him to the brink again and again and again until Pete is sobbing. Eat him out, blow him, fuck his mouth, use toys, everything. And when Pete is an absolute begging mess, I want Vegas to fuck him sloppy but forbid Pete to touch himself. Pete is either coming on Vegasā dick or Vegas pulls out and finishes them both off in one hand, but absolutely not before that.
@blues-tunes I hope you donāt mind that Iām doing a separate post, because I wouldnāt be able to fit anything into those tumblr comments xD
First up, thank you for not wanting to spoil, thatās very considerate! But also, the way my bestie and I were watching that show was essentially frothing at the mouth in wait for the next episode, so I definitely watched the finale the minute I was able to get my little hands on it in Germany.
And Iāll take any and all prompts to ramble about my obsessions, so thank you for that as well. Also I assume you meant episode 14? I apologize in advance for the rambling mess that this will be, but if you didn't mean that pool scene, please tell me!
But yes, omg the Pool Sceneā¢. How do I even start, man, it killed me. Bible and Build just absolutely acted their little butts off and delivered.
The thing that struck me the most, I think, was the sheer desperation, not only from Vegas - who, letās face it, lost everything he truly lived for, because being his fatherās puppet was the only thing he was good for, in his own eyes - but Peteās desperation, as well. Iām gonna need to branch out and go back a little for this. Letās take it from Peteās view for a moment. Escaping Vegas was a miserable affair, not because he wanted to stay, but because he hated himself for not wanting to leave. To go back to him hitting himself - something he specifically told Vegas not to do, because hurting himself was useless, just a few days prior -, punishing himself for enjoying his time with Vegas and then escaping while crying because he didnāt necessarily want to hurt Vegas, but Vegas was hurting him. Everything in him was a mess because he was craving something that logically should repulse him. I wonder how often young Pete had hurt himself like Vegas, while his father was abusing him. How often he felt that he wasnāt good enough because if he was, his father would love him right? Oh how I wonder, how long it took Pete to stop hurting himself and here he was, back at square one, because of an enemy.
(Vegas, meanwhile, in his own clumsy and absolutely emotionally fucked way, really thought that he was treating Pete the right way, really thought that he understood what they had. Iāve seen a ton of analyses of Vegasā POV, how he thought that the humiliation, the riling each other up, the constant back and forth between them was their thing. He thought that was their relationship. He attacked, Pete fought back, the tension snapped andā¦ well they fucked. Letās face it here, what would Vegas understand of actual love and relationships? How fucking quickly did he imprint on Pete like a baby duckling? Pete was nice to him once and Vegas bloomed under that like a fucking dandelion in concrete. We only see two other instances of relationships in the show, Tawan and Porsche. Tawan was absolutely just a tool. There was absolutely zero emotion whatsoever in that relationship from Vegasā side. Porsche, while maybe a little more sincere, was mainly a way to get under Kinnās skin. I am still pondering to this day if Vegas would have shot Porsche in that last scene. I am honestly not sure. I think he liked Porsche well enough, but if it got him what he thought he wanted, what he thought he needed - namely his fatherās approval and the victory over the major family - I think he would have shot him. But hah, guess who he couldnāt shoot just mere moments later? Pete. He couldnāt hurt Pete. He didnāt even fight back when Pete started beating him. What did he do? He kissed him to distract him, told him he loves him and then left after his father. Why? The novel told us. Vegas was absolutely 100% sure that Pete would never choose him over his duty to the main family. He was certain of that. So he left to fulfil what he believed was his own duty. Because what else would he do? There was nothing else without Pete. But speaking of, back to Pete:)
So Pete escaped and had barely any time to cope with everything that happened before he was confronted with Vegas again, with his own feelings for Vegas and Vegasā feelings for him. You can see my thoughts on that apology scene here, it also absolutely killed me. And after that, the attack happens. He sees Vegas again, is reminded once more that they are supposed to be enemies, has a chance to get revenge, to hurt Vegas back and, man, he hates every second of it. Heās crying while heās punching the man who tortured him for days. I canāt even begin to imagine the fucking turmoil he has to feel inside. And Vegas doesnāt fight back. He apologizes again, he quite literally puts his own life in Peteās hands if things go south, he kisses him and then he leaves. What Pete sees next is Gun dead and Vegas unhinged. Heās scared that he will have to do what Vegas asked him to. Scared, because he doesnāt know if he would do it because itās his duty as a bodyguard to the major family, or because Vegas asked him to. Scared, because heās unsure if heād be able to do it at all. But Vegas leaves and Pete does what Vegas thought was impossible. āNo legacy is so rich as honestyā. The major family may be his legacy, but his honesty is Vegas. His honesty is his feelings for Vegas and he can no longer deny them because if he does it will destroy them both.
And it nearly does. In contrast to him shooting Porsche, I am, without a single doubt sure that Vegas would have shot himself if Pete hadnāt followed him. Because he keeps on saying it in the show. He has nothing left. No purpose of his own, the strings his father had on him have been cut and he is plummeting to the ground. He doesnāt know what to live for. He lived for his father, he might have lived for Pete, but again, Pete would never choose him right, Pete is better off without him, right? He could live for Macau, but Macau is young, Macau is probably better off without the influence their father and Vegas himself had over him, as well. Macau would be treated well by the major family, Macau would have a good life. So really, what is left? He would have taken the shot, I truly believe that.Ā
But Pete does follow him. Pete finds him just in time and in time Vegas will be relieved that he did, but first, heās angry. Because finally, finally, this was something that he could choose for himself. Something that wasnāt decided for him, but someone intervenes again. Heās angry and terrified. I honestly donāt know if the English subs were correct, but I love that he says āThereās nothing leftā instead of āThereās no one leftā. Because while people can bring meaning into someoneās life, itās much easier to live without people than to live without purpose in general. Vegas, in his own mind, has truly nothing left. For all he knows, Pete is just here to drag him back to face the justice of the major family.
So when Pete says āIām hereā, Vegasā first instinct is to react with coldness, to react with icy anger. āWhy did you follow me, we both know you would never choose me over them!ā But when Pete hugs him, when Pete starts crying, the ice breaks. Vegas breaks, just how he broke when Pete touched him back when they held the funeral for the hedgehog (and boy am I not over that yet either) and the anger turns to desperation and grief. The accusation of āWhy did you follow me, we both know you would never choose me over themā turns into āWhy did you follow me, I AM NOT WORTH IT. Leave, get back to them, because I am nothing.ā
And now itās Peteās turn to react in anger because āhow dare you say you have nothing left, when you haunted me for months. Told me you loved me. I am right here, I chose you, canāt you see me?ā But what they have is so incredibly fragile. What they have is so riddled with misunderstood gestures and reactions, with so many flaws. So Pete, who hates feeling used like a pet, hates feeling like heās nothing more than a toy to Vegas, who hurt himself over enjoying what they had, what he thought they had, what he wished they had, fought to get out of it by hurting them both, reverts back into that position with barely any hesitation. Thatās what I mean with Peteās desperation. Heās so desperate to keep Vegas alive, to keep Vegas by his side, that he denies himself his own humanity. If what will keep Vegas from leaving, is Pete being his toy, then he will endure it. Really, that alone is way more important for me, than Pete resigning from his bodyguard duties. Yes, the major family is his family, he left his family for Vegas, thatās already a huge fucking deal. But he left his own integrity as well. Was willing to sacrifice his own humanity, again something he physically fought for, for Vegas to remain living and to remain by his side. Thatās one hell of a fucking love confession if you ask me. (Now is that healthy? Hell no, but nothing about those two is healthy so shhhh, itās a show, we know itās toxic, bla bla bla. Do I still love it, hell yeah, I do)
And Vegas, our sweet idiotic Vegas, tries to push him away again. And here, right then, I believe itās an attempt to save Pete from him. āCanāt someone else take you to eat?ā You have other people, Pete, you donāt need me. So Pete hammers it home. Calls himself Vegasā pet out loud this time, reminds him that Vegas told him he loves him, asked him to stay by his side, that Vegas wanted them to remain together. So why is he pushing him away now, when Pete is finally willing to give him what he wants (but really only what Pete believes Vegas wants). āIf you wonāt live for yourself, then at least have the decency to take responsibility and live for me!ā And finally he sees Vegas hesitate, finally he sees him consider. So he softens his tone, asks Vegas to please look at him, to see his sincerity, to see that Pete means it. (To see the love in his eyes, not spoken verbally, but there without a doubt.)
And Vegas does and for a short moment, they are allowed to smile at each other. For a short moment, they are both allowed to feel relief, to let the tension, the fear, the desperation seep out of them. And then Vegas gets shot and Peteās first instinct is raging revenge. Again, Iāve seen so many posts about Peteās gut reaction being to kill a colleague without a single ounce of hesitation and that again is such an indicator for how deep his feelings are running. He had Vegas at gunpoint three times after he escaped and he was never able to take the shot. But thereās not a single second of hesitation now. Also Build just fucking killed that scene? The crying, the screaming? I had fucking chills. I was so so so glad, that I had spoilers for this one thing, that I knew that the show went the same route as the novel and that Vegas would survive because otherwise, I would have bawled my eyes out.
But yes, of course, Vegas survives and we get the hospital epilogue. And I know you only mentioned the pool scene, but really the epilogue ties in so well because itās a continuation of their conversation by the pool in the best way possible. Because Vegas repeats that he has nothing left, but here, after a near-death experience with both Macau and Pete by his side, it sounds less sure. Sounds more like an āI have nothing left right now, but I might in the future if you teach me how.ā And Pete, who hasnāt left his side at the hospital at all, if Vegas' confusion about his whereabouts at the beginning is anything to go by, assures him that he only followed his heart. That right there, by Vegas' side, is where he belongs. And Vegas finally admits that Pete should have never been just a pet to him. Hasnāt been just a pet to him for a long while and never will be again.Ā Finally, finally, both Vegas and Pete are able to be honest and true to their feelings. Finally, they are able to heal together.
