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Pete has done a lot of stupid shit in his life, being an underground boxer and taking a lot of the damage from his alcoholic father’s efforts certainly didn’t put him in any wanted or legal situations. And opting to become a bodyguard for one of the most powerful mafia families in Thailand certainly wasn’t smart. It was the best option though and that truly says something. 

Conclusion is - Pete doesn’t make smart decisions. The man currently fucking into him with abandon might be the stupidest of them all. But it was certainly Pete’s favourite. 

“Be quiet, Pete. Or does my little pet want to get caught?” 

Vegas’ hand was covering his mouth and Pete was really trying his best to keep his moans down, but it proved to be impossible when Vegas’ cock was breaching him so well, hitting his prostate with each thrust. 

Perhaps fucking in the bathroom closest to Khun Kinn’s meeting room was stupid, but Vegas had come out of the room looking angry and well - Pete likes Vegas best when he’s a little out his mind with rage. Which is, luckily for him, almost always. Vegas must be aware that they could be heard if they weren’t careful, which is why Pete decided it would be half his fault if they do get caught. 

A harsh slap to one of his ass cheeks easily brought him out of his thoughts, and he once again looked up at the mirror in front of them. 

“Eyes up, pet. I want you to watch as I take you apart.” 

Pete’s eyes rolled back at the words, but he made an effort of obeying. Like he always did when Vegas wanted something. 

Pete distantly wonders how he’ll go outside without looking like he just got fucked by the heir of the minor family in the bathrooms, but that’s a problem for future Pete. Right now he was too focused on the bruising grip on one of his hips and the pace Vegas has built up as he fucked him senseless against the sink counter. Pete was burning up, the thrill of all of this, of sneaking around and doing a pretty poor job at it as well had his pleasure doubling. Pete’s habit of gravitating towards danger was what brought him to Vegas in the first place, and it might be his doom one of these days but he couldn’t care less. Not when Vegas was everything Pete had ever fantasised about. 

Vegas was saying something, probably the usual nasty shit that Pete loved, but he couldn’t register much besides the hot breath hitting his neck causing shivers to wreck through him. Everything was too much, yet still not enough and Pete felt that familiar feeling burning low in his gut and he braced himself to try and quiet his moans, even if the slapping sound of skin was probably already loud enough to alert anyone close to the bathroom. 

Pete’s vision was getting blurry, every part of him thrumming with pleasure and then, right when he could feel the high coming, everything stopped. 

Not even Vegas’ hand was enough to silence the whine that fell from Pete’s lips as Vegas just buried his cock deep inside, unmoving and the hand slid from Pete’s face down to his neck, squeezing. 

“I asked you a question, pet.” Vegas’ silky smooth voice had Pete snapping back into his body, the demanding tone in it had Pete shivering again only one thought swimming in his mind - obey. 

But Pete had no idea what Vegas asked of him and that had shame spreading through him like a wildfire, resulting in a pitiful whine. Pete wanted to respond so bad. He knew Vegas wouldn’t repeat himself. 

“You’re not gonna answer me, Pete? I could leave you here, crying and unsatisfied with my cum leaking out of you and staining your little uniform in front of everyone. Do you want that Pete? Or will you be an obedient pet and answer?” 

Vegas’ grip around Pete’s throat only got tighter with each word and Pete was gasping for breath, writhing in Vegas’ hold as he desperately tried to remember. Pete couldn’t, and fresh tears were blurring his vision as they ran down his cheeks. 

A sob wrecked through him and Pete bowed his head in contempt. Stupid. 

Vegas just tutted behind him, his palm once again closing over Pete’s mouth as he resumed with his thrusts. “What a shame…Maybe I should find a better pet then. One that listens, what do you think about that, Pete?” 

Panic hit Pete harder than the burst of arousal as Vegas pounded into him, and he gasped before stuttering out a response once he managed to slip away from under Vegas’ hand. 

“No, no —I - I can be good. I’m good Khun Vegas. Please .” Pete struggled to breathe with the tight grip on his throat returning and the unrelenting thrusts, but the possibility of Vegas just letting him go after everything choked him up more than Vegas’ hand. 

If Pete was capable of rational thought he would know Vegas wouldn’t do that. Pete is pretty sure the infatuation goes both ways, that Vegas has also found something in Pete he couldn’t simply shake. But now he wanted to prove it to Vegas, prove that he was a good pet. 

“I’m not so sure about that, Pete.” Vegas replied coldly, seemingly unaffected by Pete clenching around his length as he kept thrusting, “I will fill you up now, and you won’t come. You will go back to guarding that cousin of mine like a loyal dog and I expect you to not come until I see you again Pete. I will know if you disobey me. Did you hear me this time, pet?” 

Pete was desperate at this point, desperate to prove that he’s the best option for Vegas even though Pete himself didn’t believe it. Vegas could have anyone he wanted, and the fact became crystal clear in this moment. 

“Yes, yes I did… shit— please come inside me.” Pete moaned, rolling his hips back onto Vegas’ cock with a newfound desperation. Pete made an effort to clench and relax his muscles around Vegas’ length and he grinned when he felt the thrusts faltering. 

“Yeah, just like that pet.” Vegas hissed out, pushing Pete towards the mirror and Pete bit his lip hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to muffle the moans as Vegas’ thrusts kept pushing him up further on the counter until his feet were barely touching the ground. 

Pete revelled in the guttural groan that Vegas bit out as warm cum filled him up and Pete struggled to catch his breath when Vegas settled deep inside and leaned over him to bite his neck harshly. It was too high up, Pete briefly thought that he should pull out a turtleneck from his closet if he plans on covering up the marks on his neck. 

“ Vegas…” Pete’s drawn out moan was muffled by two fingers pushing past his lips roughly. 

“I’m gonna plug you up now, and you’ll go about your day. You better have learned your lesson by the time I’m back, Pete.” 

Pete nodded frantically, swirling his tongue around the digits and he whimpered once Vegas pulled out but the devastatingly empty feeling was quickly replaced by a plug pushing past his fluttering hole. This might be Pete’s favourite part, when Vegas decides he wants Pete to feel him all day long, unable to forget. The man didn’t do it often, but it was often enough for Pete to have two plugs sitting in his drawer back in the room he shared with Porsche. He was excited to add another one to the collection. 

Once the fingers left his mouth he was being turned around bodily and thoroughly kissed as little mewls were still escaping him. 

Vegas was pulling back sooner than Pete expected and he tried chasing those full, puffy lips but Vegas just held him down and Pete whined. 

“Patience, pet.” Vegas murmured low in his throat and Pete felt the usual warmth spreading through his veins whenever Vegas spoke in that tone. His eyes followed the tongue peeking out as Vegas licked his lips. Pete wanted it back inside his own mouth, on his neck, his hole, his cock, anywhere. 

Pete was impossibly hard still, but he tried ignoring the need for release as Vegas pressed a gentle kiss onto his lips, leaving the bathroom without another word. 

Pete turned around once he caught his breath fully and the sight in the mirror had him smiling in delight. 

His skin was still flushed where his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, most of the marks blossoming on his skin were easily hidden but Pete knew the ones on his neck will be visible, he didn’t really care. Pete moved to pull the pants pooling around his ankles up but he was still hard and desperate and Pete gripped the base of his cock tightly, swaying on his feet at the contact. The urge to tug upwards, give in to his needs was large but it got washed away by the grand urge to please Vegas. The young heir would be disappointed in him, and while Pete knows that could result in a mind numbing punishment for him - and Pete enjoyed those more than he or Vegas could grasp - he still wanted to prove he could be good. Vegas’ words were still swimming in his mind… maybe I should find a better pet then. 

Pete could - no, he will be the best for Vegas. So he loosened the grip around his cock, trying his best to get rid of the remaining arousal. It was hard, especially since his hole was still stretched around the plug only serving to remind him of what Vegas’ cock felt like inside him. Except this wasn’t even close to that, it was more like a poor imitation and Pete whimpered as he finally fixed himself up, looking back into the mirror. He won’t slip up again.

Visions of Vegas’ next visit pushed him through the day, and if Pete dreamt of sharp cheekbones and dark, hypnotising eyes after he cleaned himself up for the night well, no one had to know. 

—

Vegas was feeling on edge. The throbbing pain in his lip and his left cheek had him pushing down tears as he hopped onto his bike, not knowing where he was headed. 

Gun was angry again, not even at Vegas particularly but Vegas had of course taken the burn. 

Vegas wasn’t sure where he was going, but he was glad for the wind tousling his hair and making him shiver. It was the only thing keeping him from going crazy. 

Some time passed like that, with him just driving around aimlessly until Vegas started registering the turns he was taking, the familiar buildings he’s passed by hundreds of times, and finally the main family compound as he got closer. 

Vegas wished he could say he didn’t know what exactly brought him there, but that would just mean he’s lying. There had only been one presence that made Vegas’ visits to the compound bearable, or more so enjoyable, and ridiculously enough it was a certain unassuming, smiley bodyguard. Apparently Vegas started seeking out his presence even when he didn’t have a solid reason to visit, which was always sex.

He’s not exactly sure when the entire thing with Pete started but he’d noticed Pete despite the man trying his best to be in the background. Noticed him because of it, Vegas was always observant after all. 

Vegas was curious as to how a dumb and way too positive looking man managed to be in position of head bodyguard, not to mention doubling in guarding Tankhun and Kinn as well when needed. Except Pete was far from dumb and only positive…Vegas was proven as much when Pete was ordered to accompany him on a mission. 

Vegas thought that would be the end for the man, because really, he didn’t expect much from the bodyguard but Pete managed to surprise him. The men were taken down and taken care of in a split second once the two of them got cornered, and Vegas didn’t even have time to draw his gun before Pete had effortlessly killed them all without blinking. Vegas had never been so turned on in his life. 

Pursuing Pete had been an easy decision after that. Vegas was naturally curious and, well, nothing poked at his curiosity more than Pete’s duplexity. What he didn’t expect was for it to become a permanent thing. 

Vegas was delighted to find out the man was even sexier naked and covered in blood, whether it was his own or the blood of an enemy. Vegas made a point of requesting Pete for every mission he had to dabble in with the main family after that and luckily Kinn didn’t question him on it. His cousin was aware of Pete’s abilities after all.

Pete slowly became a constant in Vegas’ life and Vegas found he really didn’t mind it at all. 

Vegas took his usual route of sneaking in since he didn’t have a reason to visit so late. At least not in Kinn’s eyes, though Vegas doubts he would focus so much on Vegas and his endeavours considering his latest obsession with the new guard Porsche. It was better to be safe still, and Vegas was in front of the familiar door of Pete’s dorm in no time, knocking twice as he looked around to make sure no one was there. Pete let him know once that he made sure that guard with glasses he was good friends with always deleted any footage of them sneaking around. Vegas just hoped Tankhun didn’t rope Pete into a k-drama focused all-nighter. 

He held back a relieved sigh when the door opened and he was met with a shirtless Pete with a towel slung over his shoulders. 

The relief was short lived, because Vegas’ eyes strayed downwards on instinct and Pete’s skin was covered in fresh cuts and bruises. Rage flared up somewhere deep inside Vegas at the sight and he quickly pushed the door open further and slipped into the room. 

“Who did this to you?” The words left him as he hurriedly reached out to brush at the wounds but Pete didn’t even flinch at the contact. 

“I could ask you the same thing.” Pete murmured and suddenly there was a hand gently touching the cut on his cheek and Vegas looked back up. 

Pete’s eyebrows were furrowed over dark eyes burning with hatred and if Vegas was observant then Pete was in an entire league of his own. Vegas never really outright told Pete about the abuse he endured but Pete wasn’t stupid, and Vegas didn’t miss the half-hidden glares he sent in Gun’s direction during meetings whenever his father wrapped his hand around the nape of his neck in warning. Pete was scarily smart. Which is just another thing Vegas has grown to lov- like about the man. 

“It’s nothing,” in reality it wasn’t nothing, Vegas knows he came here for comfort but that thought took a backseat as he took in the state of Pete’s body. “What happened to you?” 

“It’s just a punishment, I was slacking on the job. Khun Kinn wasn’t happy about it.” 

A whole different, unfamiliar brand of rage shook Vegas at that, rage at someone touching what’s his. 

And okay, realistically Vegas knew Pete wasn’t truly his, could never be his, Pete was Kinn’s. Pete belonged to the main family. 

That thought left a bitter trace in Vegas’ mind.

But Pete was still his pet, his plaything, his to scar and mark and whip until only Vegas could be visible on his skin. Not fucking Kinn . Vegas wanted to cover all of it up, mark Pete until he somehow erased the ugly and patternless cuts and he raked his fingernails over them, earning himself a hiss. Pete still swayed closer. 

“I don’t like him touching you. Only I should scar you, Pete.” 

Pete sighed at that, only leaning in closer until his nose was skimming over Vegas’ cheek and he finally settled in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply. Vegas felt goosebumps erupt all over his body. 

“I think so too.” Pete mumbled and the tight cord wrapping around Vegas’ lungs loosened a little at the words. 

Pete started kissing his neck and Vegas wrapped one hand around his waist, bringing Pete up to pull him back by his hair and kiss him breathless. 

Pete tasted like mint and a distant hint of chocolate. Vegas found that Pete had a sweet tooth early on, the taste of chocolate often stained their kisses and Vegas grew addicted. Vegas, embarrassingly enough, started sneaking some in when he came by, Pete liked them, and Vegas liked it when Pete was satisfied. He didn’t like anything sweet himself, but it tasted like heaven out of Pete’s mouth.

Vegas felt hands straying towards his mostly exposed chest and it took everything in him to pull back from the heated kiss. As much as he wanted to fuck Pete into the mattress and show him who he really belonged to, he remembered why he was here in the first place. 

“I actually didn’t come here for that,” Vegas paused, not knowing how Pete will react to that. They never really did anything outside of sex - Vegas would come by and fuck Pete into any relatively private and available surface, or take the man away for a night in the red room on the few rare occasions they got in the past few months. So Vegas suggesting they do something else was risky, but he let it out regardless. “How does a night drive sound to you?” 

Pete just tilted his head at that, confusion only briefly showing on his face before a blinding, dimpled smile took over the features. Vegas pointedly ignored the weird fluttering in his chest. 

“That sounds great. Let me get dressed.”

Pete quickly pulled on a shirt and jacket and in no time they were speeding through the streets, Pete’s tight grip grounding Vegas as he headed towards a familiar spot. 

It took them a while to get there and Vegas wouldn’t fault Pete if he thought he was about to get murdered, but Pete expressed no alarm as they got further away from the compound, if anything he relaxed additionally against Vegas’ back. The possessive beast inside of Vegas purred at that, obviously satisfied with the show of trust.

Vegas finally came to a stop near a lake, they got off the bike and Vegas took Pete’s hand, guiding him towards a huge tree right next to the water. 

Once they neared it Vegas plopped down on the grass and Pete easily followed. 

“It’s so nice here.” Pete said, in awe as he took in his surroundings. 

It wasn’t really a hidden spot, but Vegas found it randomly on a day quite similar to this one, when there was a bruise blossoming on his face and his heart felt heavy after leaving home. He kept frequenting the place every now and then, only this time there was a warm body next to his leaning closer, and Vegas wrapped an arm around Pete’s shoulder as they leaned back against the tree. 

“Hmm, I come here sometimes to clear my head.” Vegas replied as Pete made a move to entangle their legs as well. Vegas spread his own apart to make it easier for him. 

“Tough day?” Pete asked, and Vegas is aware Pete knows so he doesn’t bother lying. When he’d become so trusting of the bodyguard Vegas wasn’t sure, but at some point he had. 

Vegas distantly wonders how pathetic he must look in Pete’s eyes - so isolated and alone he turned to a main family bodyguard for comfort. Except Pete is a lot more than that, his brain tried to offer. Vegas brushed it off. 

“Yeah. There’s loopholes everywhere and Papa has been on my ass about it for days. Aside from the mood swings.” 

Pete just hummed at that, nestling closer to Vegas before responding. 

“Do you want me to shoot him the next time he comes around?” 

Vegas chuckled at that, but he knew Pete was being serious. He was also tempted to say yes, but that would bring a whole new brand of responsibilities and drama and he didn’t want that, nor did he want Pete getting into trouble. No more punishments. He’s aware Gun’s death wouldn’t matter much to do something beyond that. They were just pawns. The minor family. 

“No need. He’ll have to die at some point.” Vegas didn’t say the hopefully soon outloud, but Pete still hummed in agreement and Vegas for some reason believed Pete heard it regardless. 

Vegas should bring Pete here more often.

—

Pete cherished smoke breaks more than anyone could know. Especially when he was on Khun Tankhun’s detail since the man barely let them move a finger during his dramas. It was Pete’s lucky day. 

He was itching for a smoke, and Khun finally let him go. 

Vegas hasn’t been around lately and Pete was getting nervous. Vegas made an effort to come at least twice a week even when he was busy, which is why the sudden disappearance troubled Pete, even though he tried hard not to think about it. 

But not thinking about the minor family heir proved to be impossible for Pete. At first he thought it would be a one time thing, a mistake they could both ignore but time proved otherwise. Vegas proved otherwise. 

Vegas had somehow stuck around. 

One time turned into two, then three, then a few weeks turned into months and now the man had mapped out Pere’s entire body so well he could feel those lips on him even when Vegas wasn’t around. Like now, when he was sitting around with the people who he was supposed to be loyal to, people that despised Vegas and more importantly people that Vegas despised. Pete isn’t sure when the perspective switched. 

Pete shook the thought away before it sparked a chain reaction. It usually had him thinking that Vegas wanted something from him or wanted something with him. The foolishness of that wasn’t lost on Pete. 

Pete was a quick fuck, a good fuck if Vegas kept coming back, but there wasn’t anything more to it. Vegas probably fucked plenty of random twinks throughout the days he was absent, like now - almost ten days. 

It left the bitter taste of jealousy in Pete’s mouth so he took another drag of the cigarette in hopes of getting rid of it. Pete wasn’t under the delusion that he was any different, no matter how much he wished he was deep down, Pete wasn’t special. 

He was repeating it in his head as the cigarette smoke relaxed him, when he felt a body slide up next to him by the balcony railing. 

“What’s got you so stressed?” 

Arm. 

Pete held out a cigarette towards Arm and the man accepted it, taking Pete’s lighter from his pocket. 

Once the man puffed out a cloud of smoke and leaned back against the railing Pete willed himself to answer. He wasn’t in the mood to talk. 

“It’s nothing.” Pete sighed and he didn’t turn at the disbelieving huff Arm let out. 

“Yeah, sure.” 

Pete put out his cigarette and reached for a second one when he caught the worried look in Arm’s eyes. He quickly looked back to the tall buildings surrounding them. 

“Does this maybe have something to do with Khun Vegas?” Arm’s tone got softer, the words a whisper between them and Pete felt sick all of a sudden. 

He avoided looking back into Arm’s knowing eyes, contemplating how to avoid this conversation. The silence was answer enough for the man. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Arm continued and Pete hated the gentle tone of his voice. 

“It’s none of your business.” Pete snapped, immediate guilt washing over him. Arm has done a lot for him, he’s the main reason Vegas and Pete managed to sneak around without any consequence. It was certainly not due to them being careful. 

“Pete…” Arm sighed, and Pete just rubbed at his eyes in frustration. If only Vegas was here. “I’m just worried about you. I don’t want you to get hurt Pete, or to get caught.” 

“I know.” Pete groaned, leaning forward to look over at the bustling traffic below them. “I know…I just—“ 

Pete has no idea what he wants to say, doesn’t know anything except that he wants Vegas to be here. To have the reassurance that he didn’t just up and leave and that Pete will get to feel him again. Get to experience the thrill of being Vegas’…at least for another brief moment before the man leaves again, leaving Pete to wait. Pete feels pathetic, when did Vegas become such a fundamental part of his life? 

Arm snaps him out of his thoughts. “Pete I know you’re a smart guy and I would do anything for you, you know that already, but Vegas…he’s bad news Pete. Not to mention the way he looks at you, it’s disturbing - like you’re something to possess or use or something.” 

Pete almost laughed at that. He doesn’t bother telling Arm that that’s precisely why everything with Vegas was so blissful. Pete doubted the man would understand. Pete was something to possess and use, if it was Vegas that’s using him. 

Pete himself didn’t understand until Vegas made him get it. He didn’t understand why it felt so good when Vegas bruised him, broke skin, flogged him and pushed him to his limits, until Pete couldn’t think about anything but Vegas. The violent, blood thirsty, angry, manipulative Vegas…who was also somehow so gentle when bringing Pete down, making him bleed one second and then caressing his skin with unrivalled gentleness the next. The Vegas that looked at him with such unusual honesty and open eyes it’s no wonder Pete felt so confused.

Vegas was so many things, ugly and battered and broken but also so painfully pretty and  Pete wanted all of it. 

He let out a shuddering breath, taking note of the burnt cigarette and he put it out as he responded. “I’m okay, Arm. Thank you for everything you’ve done for us.” 

Arm’s eyes haven’t shown judgement once during their conversation and Pete wondered, not for the first time, how he took all of this in without hating Pete. Vegas was the enemy after all. 

“If you say so. If you ever need anything you know I’ll be here.” 

Pete was immensely grateful for his friend, Arm was always patient and wise even when Pete did stupid shit like this. 

“Thank you.” Pete said, finally turning fully towards the man standing next to him. There was still clear worry in Arm’s eyes and Pete was tired, he didn’t want anymore questions. 

He wonders how much time they had left before Tankhun bursts outside and pulls them back into his room for a new insane idea he got. 

“How did you even convince Khun Tankhun to let you go?” Pete asked in an attempt to change the topic. 

If Arm noticed him deflecting he didn’t say anything about it, but he simply leaned back against the railing with a fond smile. 

“I asked Pol to distract him while I go and talk to you, we have approximately around two minutes left before they come out here to get us.” 

 Pete smiled at that, he was pretty sure something was going on between Arm and their mutual friend but he didn’t want to prod. If Arm wanted to tell him he would. 

He finally moved from his spot in the corner of the balcony, pocketing his cigarettes and lighter as he gestured for Arm to follow him inside. 

Pete was usually terribly grateful for the distraction that Tankhun’s eccentric presence provided but today it did nothing to slow down his thoughts. 

Pete was so damn frustrated and he just wanted to know where Vegas was. 

—

Pete got his answer the next day, or more precisely late into the night as he was getting ready for a shower. Tankhun had passed out from the sheer amount of alcohol he consumed during a drinking game he insisted they play so Pete got to go back to his dorm earlier than expected. 

Porsche has been spending most nights at Kinn’s ever since their whole affair started, and Pete was grateful the dorm was empty once again. He was on edge, jittery and like an addict that couldn’t get their fix and perhaps that’s exactly what he was. Except Vegas was worse than any drug he was around while his father was still alive. 

Pete was about to step into the shower, desperate to just hit the bed and finally stop thinking - though there was no guarantee the minor family heir wouldn’t plague his dreams as well - when he heard a knock on his door. 

Pete sighed in frustration, yanking at the robe by the door and putting it on quickly before opening the door. He was about to tell whoever was there to fuck off (probably one of the other bodyguards in need of help again) but the sight in front of him had him freezing on the spot. 

Vegas was standing in front of him, dishevelled and panting and his face twisted into a frown that had Pete’s chest feeling tight. He quickly pulled Vegas inside before any of the other bodyguards left or returned to their rooms. 

“What the hell happened?” Pete hissed out and Vegas was now moving, pushing Pete back towards the bed frantically and Pete felt dizzy with relief. 

As Vegas moved them further into the light the nightstand lamp was emitting Pete gasped at the blood running down his temple and the sweat covering his skin and he made a move of pushing Vegas off him. Vegas didn’t let up and soon enough they were tumbling down on the bed in a messy tangle of limbs and so many emotions hit Pete at once he mewled under Vegas’ weight on top of him. 

“Let me clean you up, Vegas.” Pete bit out but Vegas ignored him, instead the man leaned down and mouthed at the terribly blank skin of Pete’s neck and Pete choked on a moan at the feel of skin breaking. Fuck he missed Vegas so much. 

Pete writhed under the familiar weight, fully aware of the blood coating his jaw even with the onslaught of so many emotions and sensations, Vegas’ blood, Pete wanted to clean it up, take care of the younger man the way he got taken care of so often. It had him finally pushing Vegas away slightly and Pete shivered at the sheer want that swam in Vegas’ eyes under the layer of offence. 

“Pete—“ 

“No,” Pete cut Vegas off despite the stern tone. Pete never did that, he always did things for Vegas’ pleasure, which in turn pleased him but he wanted this, he needed to fix him up, needed to know where the hell has Vegas been. “Let me fix you up.” 

Pete watched as Vegas’ eyebrows furrowed, his frown returning and Pete’s chest fluttered at that. Vegas was beautiful even like this.  

Vegas finally sighed, dropping the note of indifference as his facade finally crumbled and Pete could see the despair in his eyes. He slowly pushed Vegas until he was sitting on the bed, and Pete reached for the first aid kit in his nightstand before settling down on Vegas’ lap. 

Pete focused on cleaning the blood off of Vegas’ face first and as he moved to dab at the wound he finally asked the question that’s been bugging him for days. 

“Where have you been?” 

Vegas was looking at him intently but Pete didn’t look into his eyes no matter how much he wanted to.

“Papa was getting suspicious and annoyed and well, I tried to tone it down with the visits and then he roped me into a mission and I got back today. He wasn’t all that happy.” 

Vegas didn’t even hiss as Pete dabbed at his wound with alcohol but he did hiss when Pete grabbed his jaw to move his head back. The recurrent urge to kill Gun Theerapanyakul instantly flared inside Pete as Vegas’ features scrunched up in pain. 

“I was worried.” Pete said, not mentioning why. Pete wasn’t worried about Vegas’ safety often, the man was too smart and cunning to just get swiped away that easily, he was worried about Vegas finally deciding he’s had enough of Pete. 

Pete was hoping Vegas couldn’t see the inner turmoil as he went to clean the smaller cut on Vegas’ cheek but suddenly there was a hand sliding up his thigh under the robe and another one pulling his head forward until he finally met Vegas’ eyes again. Pete was suddenly terribly aware of his nakedness under the thin material hiding his simmering arousal and the shift in Vegas’ eyes.

“Did my pet miss me?” 

Pete gasped as Vegas’ fingers on his jaw tightened and he mumbled out a small ‘yes’. There was no point denying it when Vegas obviously knew already and he tried rutting against Vegas in a pathetic attempt to get relief. Vegas was already hard under him and Pete moved faster at the revelation. 

The deep chuckle that Vegas gave him had Pete whining and his face scrunched up in pleasure as Vegas raked his fingernails over his leg, clearly intent on leaving marks. Pete nearly sobbed in relief at that. Looking in the mirror had Pete feeling so empty he avoided them in the past week, his skin looked almost ugly when there were no bruises or wounds to poke at. Pete couldn’t look at himself when there was no sign of Vegas on his body. It felt wrong. 

This felt so so right. 

Pete wanted Vegas, wanted him bare and coming deep inside him again and again, until he somehow made up for the lost time. Pete wanted it so much he started fumbling with the zipper of Vegas’ tight jeans with clumsy fingers, grunting when they slipped and Pete stopped his grinding and tried again. His breath was shallow and Vegas’ hands were still on him but Pete wanted more of— 

“Pete.” Vegas cut his frantic movement off with a stern tone, and Pete looked up into those dark eyes, almost sobbing in relief at the show of want in them. Vegas moved his hand towards Pete’s cheek and Pete nuzzled it softly. “What do you want, pretty?” 

Pete’s breath caught at the pet name and Vegas obviously noticed, smirking at the reaction. 

“I want to ride you.” 

Vegas raised an eyebrow at that, leaning back on his hands on the bed and Pete whined at the loss of contact, but Vegas just tutted and Pete shut his mouth as he watched Vegas taking him in. 

“Wanna show me how much you missed my cock, hm?” 

Pete shuddered in response, nodding and Vegas chuckled as he toyed with Pete’s robe, the fabric falling loose around Pete once Vegas untied it. A shiver wrecked through Pete at the look in Vegas’ eyes, he’s pretty sure a similar one could be found on his own face. 

“Then show me, pet.” 

That’s all it took for Pete to move again, this time succeeding in unbuttoning Vegas’ jeans. Usually he wouldn’t bother with the shirt, too desperate and high on adrenaline in random corners of the main family compound, but this was Pete’s room and they were alone and Vegas was finally here and Pete wanted to see all of him. 

Vegas was fully naked in no time and Pete threw the robe somewhere on the floor as he finally settled down to slide Vegas’ cock between his asscheeks, pre-cum making the glide easier and both of them groaned at the contact. 

Pete would gladly slide Vegas’ cock inside without prep, it would hurt, but Pete always loved the burn whenever they used minimal prep. Yet he didn’t want to worry Vegas, Pete had done enough worrying for the both of them, so he quickly swirled his tongue around two fingers and pushed both inside his hole all while Vegas watched him. Pete didn’t need a lot of prep, he kept himself open while Vegas was gone in some sort of hope that the man would come by and Pete could take him then and there. Pete still scissored the fingers inside him, pushing back against them in an attempt to hit the spot Vegas always found with ease, but impatience had him pulling them out and coating Vegas’ cock with his own spit as well before he positioned himself to sink down.

Pete moaned the second the head breached his entrance and he bit down on his own hand to silence the noise as he slid down until Vegas was entirely filling him up. 

Vegas groaned, shifting his hips and that had him pushing in even deeper and Pete whimpered as he dropped his head onto Vegas’ shoulder, just enjoying being so full .

A sharp slap to his ass had him jumping, clearing away the haze threatening to take over only for a second and Vegas was looking up at him expectantly. “I thought you wanted to ride me. Get to it, pet.”

Pete whined at that, bracing himself by wrapping his arms around Vegas’ shoulder as he finally started moving. 

Pete didn’t waste any time, bouncing up and down quickly as the stretch sent shocks of pain up his body but Pete felt so fucking good. The mix of pain and pleasure was so familiar it brought tears to his eyes and Pete’s desperation only grew as Vegas just sat there, watching Pete work himself on his cock. If Pete didn’t know Vegas so well he would think he was doing a poor job, but he could see the frantic rise and fall of Vegas’ chest and more importantly he could see the lust shining in his eyes, threatening to burn Pete alive.

It only spurred Pete on and he rolled his hips each time he would come down, grinding slowly to feel Vegas’ length so hot and deep and perfect inside him.

He wasn’t trying to silence his moans anymore, and Vegas was groaning under him looking so fucking perfect covered in sweat and Pete wanted to be closer, wanted Vegas’ hands on his body, drawing blood and whimpers like he always did. 

The words were on the tip of his tongue, he was about to beg when Vegas apparently read his mind and suddenly there was a hand cutting off his oxygen and Pete let out a relieved sob. It was pathetic, really, but Vegas was here and Pete wasn’t just a forgotten tool he once used for pleasure and Pete felt like he could finally breathe. Which was an odd feeling considering his vision was getting blurry and he was struggling for breath as Vegas finally let up before tightening his hold again. 

Pete’s movements were getting sloppy, bouncing up and down with no rhythm and his legs were straining with the effort but he was sinking under with pleasure. 

Their eyes connected again and it felt like a precious moment, like the string holding them together was about to snap and cover everything with Vegas and Pete.

Pete wondered what was showing on his face because suddenly Vegas was flipping them over, holding Pete’s wrists up above his head as he controlled his thrusts until they were slowly and deeply splitting Pete in half. Pete gasped at the feel of his walls being so thoroughly stretched. It felt like he was burning up from the inside out, and Vegas just reduced the thrusts to shallow, sharp movements that had Pete sliding up the bed slowly and Vegas was leaning down, mouthing at Pete’s painfully blank neck and whispering in his ear. 

“I missed you too, Pete.” 

And that was it. Pete was suddenly spilling all over his own stomach with a broken sob, the built up tears finally sliding down his cheeks and he couldn’t even warn Vegas. 

Vegas was still inside him once he gained all of his senses back, his thrusts now erratic as he chased his own high and Pete was just whimpering from the overstimulation, tears still clouding his vision. 

Pete was being filled up with Vegas’ cum not even a minute later and it had both of them groaning loudly into the empty space. Pete briefly wondered if anyone could hear them. 

Soft hands were wiping away the tears from Pete’s face and an even softer voice was whispering into his ear reassuringly. “Shh, it’s okay Pete. I’m here.” 

Pete could cry all over again at that but Vegas looked so angelic propped up over him and Pete wrapped his legs tighter around his waist, pulling him in closer to finally kiss him. Vegas tasted like cigarettes and something Pete never knew how to place, something that just resembled Vegas so deeply in every kiss they shared. 

Vegas pulled back to continue kissing upwards over Pete’s cheek, his nose and Pete closed his eyes as Vegas brushed his lips on both of Pete’s eyelids. Pete sighed and slid his hands along Vegas’ back until he could bury his fingers into his soft hair. 

“I won’t leave you again, Pete.” Vegas whispered, his lips brushing against Pete’s own. 

“Okay, good.”

It took a lot of time for them to break apart, and for Vegas to finally slip out of Pete’s hole but Pete was still whimpering at the sudden empty feeling. Vegas shushed him again and tugged him along until they were under the spray of the shower and Pete just leaned in closer, trusting that Vegas would clean him properly. 

Vegas did, and they were under the covers in no time, facing each other as Pete traced Vegas’ features with his fingers. 

“Pete, I'm not going anywhere.” Vegas’ voice was a sure murmur against the thumb pressing into his bottom lip. 

Pete just hummed at that, wholeheartedly wanting the words to be true. But Vegas was Vegas, the heir to the minor family and Pete was just a bodyguard. Insignificant in the grand scheme of things. 

“I mean it.” 

The tone of Vegas’ voice had Pete’s eyes snapping upwards to meet the eyes watching him intently. Pete has never heard Vegas sound like this, it seemed important. 

“I know things are difficult, I know we are difficult, but I want this, want us. I’ve wanted it for a long time and I need you to want it as well Pete.” 

Pete just gasped at the words and the… loving tone lacing them.

It can’t be true, the ugly voice that sounded way too much like his father reminded Pete once again but Pete pushed it down. Vegas sounded sincere and above that he sounded desperate. Like Pete was someone he had something to prove to, someone who mattered. 

Pete knew this could complicate things and that realistically the world they were in wouldn’t work in their favour, but Pete also wanted Vegas so badly he was willing to ignore all of it. Ignore the fact that his boss would gladly shoot Vegas on the spot and vice versa. Ignore the fact that he would gladly do anything for Vegas and he was only now starting to grasp what that meant exactly. 

Apparently Pete was silent for too long because Vegas was opening his mouth to speak again, his eyes losing the note of confidence in them and Pete can’t have that. His lips were back on Vegas’ before he got the chance to mutter Pete’s name fully. 

Pete hoped Vegas could feel all the emotion he tried pouring into the kiss, the want and desperation and insecurity but most of all the determination. Pete wanted this more than he could explain no matter how much struggle it came with. Pete was meant to be Vegas’ and Vegas was meant to be Pete’s, he was sure of that. 

Pete broke the kiss to whisper his answer into Vegas’ lips, sealing the words with another wet kiss. 

Vegas’ responding laugh made its way under Pete’s skin, warming every inch of his body. 

“Pete, fuck I–” 

“I know. Vegas I was fucking scared, I thought you were…I thought this was over.” 

Vegas frantically shook his head at that. “No, Pete. Never.” 

Vegas pulled him into another kiss, this one more heated and Pete felt Vegas’ cock getting hard against his thigh and Pete wanted…well he wanted Vegas back inside him. But he was also so tired. He would let Vegas fuck him regardless, it wouldn’t be the first time the man fucked him after he fell asleep or passed out but this was different. Pete doesn’t know how or why. 

“Vegas,” Pete gasped out between kisses, not knowing what he was asking for. “Please, I need…Just–” 

Vegas cut him off with another firm kiss and Pete let the man do as he pleased. Vegas knew best what Pete needed after all. 

Vegas was suddenly turning him around and Pete would protest at that if Vegas’ cock wasn’t pushing past his hole the next second, filling him up in one quick slide. Pete expected Vegas to start moving at some point, but the man just wrapped Pete up in his strong arms, pressing soft kisses onto the skin of his neck as he tangled up their legs as well. 

Pete felt…calm. Perfect. Like this was everything he could ever need in life. And maybe it was. The constant empty feeling was no longer making his skin crawl, instead everything smelt and felt like Vegas and Pete’s eyes were getting suspiciously wet once again. 

“Sleep, baby. I’m here.” 

Pete thinks he’s never slept better than that night. 

—

Being with Vegas was…eventful. 

Pete had to dodge so many questions and had sneaked out so much it was a wonder how his luck hasn’t run out by now. It was worth it every time.

Vegas invited him on rides at random times of night. Pete loved those the most. Even if they sometimes resulted in him being too sleepy to focus the next day, and that meant Tankhun would make them watch his dramas all the way from the beginning but Pete couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not when Vegas’ kisses and his touches were still so clear in his memory the next day. 

Not much changed really, Pete expected for everything to shift for some reason but things stayed the same mostly, except Pete didn’t have the constant feeling of being replacable. Vegas made sure he never doubted things. It’s not like him and Vegas could go out and be open about things, but Pete didn’t mind it. 

There was a thrill to everything they did, stolen kisses tasted extra sweet, the sex was beyond anything Pete had ever felt. Especially the one time Vegas wouldn’t stop fucking him even as Porsche was banging on the door. The fact that his friend could’ve walked into Pete bent over the back of the couch, drooling onto the pillows as the minor family heir, his boyfriend was spanking his ass and muttering nasty things into his ear had Pete coming in record time. Luckily for them Porsche respected Pete’s privacy and Pete managed to sound half normal while telling Porsche that he was sick and that, no, they can’t have a movie night with actually enjoyable media playing. 

Porsche was nice company, Pete would just much rather sit on Vegas’ face until he was crying. Vegas made sure he did. 

Pete was also extremely grateful for the times he got to accompany Vegas on missions with the other major family guards. It meant he could personally ensure Vegas’ safety and Pete did a damn good job at it. Vegas often reprimanded him for it but Pete would rather jump into danger himself than have Vegas getting hurt. And the fact that it often ended in an argument which turned into angry sex minutes later only made Pete more determined.

It felt like they’d enter a state of bliss where just the two of them mattered.

Pete wasn’t foolish enough to believe that was actual reality, and his surroundings always served to remind him that not everyone saw Vegas the same way. Or more like not a single person did.

Vegas was often brought up amongst the bodyguards, constant whispers trailed around during lunch or their breaks and Pete had to try his hardest to ignore it.

Did you know Khun Vegas goes after all the men Khun Kinn has been with? 

Khun Vegas creeps me out, man.

I heard Lek passed out when Khun Kinn sent him to watch over Khun Vegas when they had to torture a guy for information. 

He’s a psycho. 

Aside from sparking a touch of jealousy inside Pete, the words mostly made him angry. They were always spoken with disgust and judgement and Pete thought the hypocrisy was comical. At the end of the day it was expected of Vegas, it was kill or be killed. Everyone buzzing around the eating area had blood on their hands, had beaten innocent people into compliance and left them bloody and powerless, just like Pete had. The only difference is that Pete doesn’t hold himself to a higher regard just because it’s his job. He still did it. He still enjoyed his job.

That’s why the comments felt like a personal jab to Pete. 

Vegas was everything Pete feared in himself for the longest time. He still did on certain days, but it was easier looking inside himself and accepting the existence of something darker. Something that’s craving all the blood and violence. It was easier because he had Vegas, who was so painfully similar to him it sometimes shook him to his very core. Vegas also enveloped the darkness inside him, making it easier to come to terms with the fact that, yes, Pete liked the feeling of blood coating his hands, the feeling of a body caving in under pressure, cracking with the work of his fist. 

Violence always followed Pete from the moment he was born, a constant shadow behind him and Pete was tired of desperately trying to shine light on it. His father had instilled it in him and solidified it entirely, to the point of it becoming his own demise. Pete never regretted a thing. 

And Vegas was everything Pete could need, a presence of reassurance and guidance that gently reminded him that he wasn’t alone in whatever he liked during sex and outside of it. Vegas was a perfect match. 

Which is why Pete was trying his hardest not to snap as Porsche kept talking about him ever since they sat down for a break. 

Arm kept worriedly glancing over at him but Pete ignored it in favour of digging his fingernails into his knee to stop himself from saying something stupid or something that would get him in trouble. 

“I kind of disagree with Kinn, Vegas shouldn’t lead the mission. He’s unreliable.” 

Pete had to suppress a bitter chuckle at that. As if Porsche had any room to talk. The only reason he was allowed to stay despite his troublesome ways was because Kinn developed an obsession. And Pete liked Porsche, he was funny and slow and tiresome days of training or boring meetings were often bearable because of the man’s presence but right now Pete wanted nothing more than to tell him to shut the fuck up. 

“Besides, didn’t Vegas literally sabotage–”

“That’s Khun Vegas to you, Porsche. And I don’t think you’re here to give input on who does what regarding missions.” Pete snapped, a wave of panic washing over him right after as he took in Porsche’s confused expression and the wide-eyed looks from Arm and Pol. 

Pete just took the chance to hurriedly get up from the table and head towards the pool, not wanting to stick around until he said something else that could give him and Vegas away. He still didn’t regret it even if that meant Porsche would start suspecting things.

As much as he liked sneaking around with Vegas he was also so fucking tired of everyone around them, of not being able to just take his goddamn hand and kiss him whenever he felt like it. 

Pete was buzzing with anger once he reached the pool. Their next schedule was there but since it was break time the place was empty, so Pete went to get dressed early. The sound of footsteps close behind had him suppressing a groan. 

“Pete.” 

It was Arm again, and Pete really wished his friend wasn’t so persistent all the time. Pete can’t blame him though, not after he just blew up on Porsche over seemingly nothing. Except it wasn’t nothing to Pete.

“It’s okay, Arm. You should go back.” Pete said, sighing heavily. He doesn’t even know why he’s so upset over this.

But over time everything built up and Pete was frustrated. The rumours of Vegas fucking around with a lot of people used to get to him before, when he still didn’t know how Vegas felt about him and when they were still just hook ups to relieve stress. Pete didn’t expect all of this to happen. Now they just made his blood boil and he wanted to scream about how Vegas was his and his alone. 

The people belittling him made him especially angry which is why he couldn’t hold back with Porsche. Vegas was perfectly capable of carrying out the mission, and Porsche doubting Vegas annoyed him. Vegas didn’t even have anything to gain from it, he was carrying out other people’s jobs like usual. 

Pete got rid of his usual uniform quickly, tugging on the swimming suit with irritation clearly rolling off of him in waves. 

“Pete, just turn around.” Arm asked, obviously desperate and Pete couldn’t take it out on Arm no matter how annoyed he was. Arm was nothing but kind even though Pete was probably making the dumbest decision ever trying to juggle his job, his loyalty to the major family with his loyalty to Vegas. 

Pete was a shield for the family, disposable and insignificant and Pete was aware of that. It never bothered him. There was no one except for his grandma who would care about him anyway. Which is why he never even questioned his loyalty to them, there was nothing else left for Pete to care about. 

Vegas though…Pete for the first time felt something. Like he had a purpose, and he finally did - to be Vegas’ completely, body, mind and soul. To be consumed entirely and Pete loved it so much, loved being Vegas’ only pet, a lover. And now it clashed with everything and everyone around him and Pete just had no clue what to do anymore. 

Pete turned, finally facing Arm. “It’s not a big deal, I’ll just apologise to Porsche–” 

“No. Do you want to apologise?” Arm asked. 

Pete knew the answer already. He wasn’t sorry for defending what was his. “Not really.”

Arm’s eyes were full of something Pete couldn’t place. It wasn’t pity or worry even, it just looked like Arm knew a lot more about Pete than Pete did himself. Maybe he did. 

“I know. I love you a lot, you’ve been my friend for so long Pete and I know you. This thing with Khun Vegas…I don’t know what’s going on between you two Pete, but I can see this whole situation eating you up. You can’t just hide forever.” 

Arm was right, like always and as Pete looked into his best friend’s knowing eyes it dawned on him. 

Nothing had to clash, not if Pete decided he didn’t want it to anymore. 

Pete had to make a decision soon. And perhaps he already knows what it will be.

—

Vegas always thought his father was destined for great things when he was younger, and by extension that meant he was as well.

Gun certainly didn’t agree and it became more clear the longer Vegas took the violence. Gun was ready to secure his own leadership, but Vegas was just a pawn to get there. 

It hurt, of course it did. Vegas didn’t even want to accept it for so long but there was no point denying it, Gun didn’t plan on Vegas sticking around, and he certainly didn’t love him. There was no pleasing the man and that hurt Vegas the most, the fact that he would never be met with a pat on the back for a job well done. According to Gun he wasn’t capable of getting anything done properly, it was either too slow or too forward or not forward enough. 

It wasn’t always like that, when his mother was alive Gun was…well he certainly wasn’t loving or a perfect father but at least Vegas didn’t have to take different routes through the compound just to avoid bumping into the man in the house. 

The first time Gun hit him was brief, almost innocent and Vegas didn’t take it to heart. The slap was deserved, that’s what Gun said since Vegas broke an antique vase in his office, and it was easy to shake off. Vegas could understand. 

Vegas kept shaking it off, the beatings weren’t that bad after all and Vegas did tend to cause trouble wherever he went. It was okay. 

Until it wasn’t.

Vegas remembers it clear as day. He was in school that day, his mother always insisted he went to a normal school so he could experience life outside of the messy business that was thrusted upon him the second he was deemed old enough. Gun didn’t agree with it, and he attempted to pull Vegas out and proceed with homeschooling the second she died but Vegas begged for Gun to let him finish high school at least. Gun reluctantly agreed. 

Vegas enjoyed school, it was a way to escape his father for at least a little while, and Vegas also found that he liked the work. 

He also liked Niran. 

Niran was his desk mate and well, Vegas’ sexual awakening. Or more like a confirmation of earlier suspicions. 

Vegas thought the thrill he felt back then was unmatched, that Niran must be some sort of angel (of course present Vegas certainly knew better). So innocent and sweet as he blushed at Vegas’ advances and that made Vegas feel good, powerful even. Vegas thought he was careful enough with the light touches and kisses in small corridors and nooks of the school grounds. They were always alone after all, at least Vegas believed they were. 

Gun always had a bodyguard drive him to school and back home and that day Vegas’ luck ran out. He doesn’t remember the bodyguard he was assigned that day that told his father what he saw, the man was dead anyway, but he certainly remembers the beating he got when he arrived back home. 

Looking back at it, maybe the difference was the fact that previous punches he took were always due to something he did or something he failed to do correctly, but that…it was just for who he was. 

Vegas couldn’t hold back the tears no matter how hard he tried as Gun showered him with kicks and disgusting names all while the door to his office was open for everyone to hear. The humiliation was what killed Vegas and the fact that even his existence was a nuisance to his father. Of course Gun found a way around it, or rather a way to use that as well and soon enough Vegas was nothing more but a perfectly sharpened weapon wielded by Gun Theerapanyakul. 

That day is what finally broke Vegas to the point of no return, the day he realised he didn’t have Gun’s love. He still worked hard to earn it (until Pete happened and Vegas was shown actual affection). 

Gun pulled him out of school and started crafting out a future Vegas had no say in. 

At some point Vegas just accepted it, just hoping there will come a day when he’s not under someone else’s control while working towards a dream that wasn’t even his. 

That was today. 

Vegas was convinced, considering his father’s life and the extravagance he strived for, that Gun would die a grand death. Something to solidify the power he thought he had while living. 

Vegas didn’t expect it to be so soon. And so insignificant.

It was a boring day for Vegas, he’s been seated in front of his computer for hours going through emails and the information on the new bodyguards they’ve hired recently. The job was slow so Vegas was practically fighting sleep when the door to his office was slammed open and Vegas was met with his father’s head bodyguard standing in front of him. 

It pissed Vegas off, couldn’t he fucking knock?

“What the fuck are you doing just bursting in like this?” 

“Khun Vegas,” the guard bowed quickly, continuing to speak with a shaky voice. “I apologise for the abrupt visit but…I have important news for you.” 

Vegas rolled his eyes before responding. “Well? Speak then.” 

“It’s about your father Khun Vegas…I’m sorry to be informing you like this but Khun Gun was killed on our way back from today’s meeting.” 

Vegas must’ve heard it wrong, right? 

“Killed?” 

“Yes Khun Vegas. Our entire crew was being chased on our way back and we got trapped, most of the guards as well as Khun Gun didn’t make it. I’m so sorry for your loss.” 

Vegas just nodded at that slowly, barely registering the words as he responded. “Thank you. You can leave now.” 

Vegas didn’t spare the man a second glance as he closed the door again and Vegas was left alone to process everything he just heard. 

The great Gun Theerapanyakul, the only person Vegas ever feared, but also still for some reason loved was dead. 

Vegas should be sad, he was his father after all, albeit a shitty one but a father nonetheless. Vegas wasn’t sad though, he wasn’t relieved either, he just felt weirdly empty. Which in turn had him feeling guilty, shouldn’t he feel devastated hearing the news? Vegas loved his father despite all the messed up things he’s put him through, shouldn’t that be enough to make his death hard to digest? 

All Vegas could think about what that meant for him, the heir to the minor family. 

Vegas honestly never expected to take over, Gun was indestructible and Vegas never thought he’d have a future. He always expected to die young, probably in a random shootout and his death could be celebrated by his own father and everyone who’s ever known him. Except for Macau. It’s not like Vegas didn’t know people were either scared of him or hated him enough for his death to be a holiday for them. Except Vegas was left standing, and his father ended up dead after a meeting gone wrong. 

Vegas continued sitting there, waiting for the inevitable call from uncle Korn.

Unsurprisingly it didn’t take long. 

Vegas was invited to come over to the main family compound as soon as possible so he quickly left his office, two of his bodyguards immediately following right behind as they passed through the house buzzing with guards and cleaners. Apparently the word spread fast. 

Everyone bowed, expressing their condolences as Vegas passed them by and they were finally reaching the car waiting for them and Vegas could finally escape the constant ‘ i’m sorry’s’ floating around. Vegas wasn’t sorry so why should they be? 

They were entering the main family compound in no time and were being escorted towards the main meeting room. Vegas tried not to look at the way leading to the bodyguard dorms but he couldn’t help but wonder if Pete knew. If the news here spread anywhere near as fast as they did in the minor family house then he surely must know. 

He got his answer the second they entered the meeting room and were met with Kinn and Korn sitting at the head of the table with two bodyguards behind them. Chan and Pete. 

Vegas tried not to look too long at Pete as he neared the seat opposite of Kinn, but Pete was watching him with such an open and vulnerable expression he couldn’t help but try and reassure the man with a few looks that he was fine as his own guards stood behind him.

“Vegas, we’re glad you were able to join us so quickly. We’re sorry for your loss.” Korn spoke first, getting up to give Vegas a short hug before they both sat down. 

“Thank you, uncle.” Vegas replied, feeling his palms sweat as he waited for what’s coming. 

“I assume you know why we invited you here. Discussing the line of succession shouldn’t be a tedious process considering you’re the only heir. Macau is still young, and you’ve proven to be more than capable for the role of a leader for the minor family.” 

It felt weird hearing that considering Vegas himself didn’t know how he’ll handle everything, not that he believed Korn was being sincere, but as he briefly looked up at Pete there was a small smile playing on his lips, he looked satisfied. Vegas had to hold back from smiling as well. 

“Father is right, we hope you’re ready to fulfil the role considering today’s events. If you need more time that’s okay as well.” Kinn said and Vegas could hear the honesty in his voice at least. Korn though, he wasn’t fooling anybody. 

“There’s no need for that. Thank you for the offer but I’ll be alright.” Vegas responded, finding the words to be true. 

Even if he wasn’t sure how he’ll manage everything he still knew he wanted this. He will prove Gun wrong. 

“If that’s your decision then I think there’s no need to wait any longer.” 

Korn pulled out a green velvet box, pushing it towards Vegas and he took the small box with surprisingly steady hands. This felt big, it was big. 

Vegas opened the box up, his father’s ring staring up at him in all its glory. Vegas didn’t care to ask how they got the ring so fast, instead he carefully slid it onto his index finger, flexing his hand once to feel the weight of it on his finger. It felt good. Better than Vegas thought it would. He looked back up to be met with three serious faces and Pete doing a terrible job at hiding a smile which had Vegas’ own lips twitching into one in response. 

‘Suits you’ Pete mouthed and Vegas had to look back down to stop a ridiculously huge grin from spreading. Cute. 

“Thank you uncle, Kinn.” Vegas nodded at them and Kinn smiled slightly at him. This might be the first time he’s seen that expression directed at him since they were children. Vegas didn’t know how to feel about it. 

“We hope to do good business with you in the lead, Vegas. You’re free if there’s nothing you want to add. We will discuss everything further another time, once things settle down.” 

Vegas pondered if he should say something but nothing special was coming to mind. It still felt unreal, the cold press of the ring on his finger the only thing reminding him that this is reality, along with the pretty, smiling bodyguard posted firmly next to Chan.

“You can expect as much. I hope to see you again soon.” Vegas said, smiling slightly as he exited the meeting room with one last glance towards Pete, already planning how he’ll manage to see the man later. 

Vegas was still trying to wrap his head around what just happened as they were leaving when a way-too-familiar voice called out his name, making him smile before he even turned around.

“Khun Vegas”

It felt unusual coming from Pete’s mouth, the man hasn’t called him that in a while. 

“I’m sorry for interrupting but can I have a word with you…alone?” Pete asked, his expression serious and Vegas just nodded at his guards to wait outside.

Pete was pulling him along before the guards even turned the corner properly and Vegas followed easily with a smile. They ended up in a random corner hidden away from view and any security cameras and suddenly Pete was pulling him into a kiss. 

It was short but Vegas still made a point of squeezing Pete’s ass and making the bodyguard gasp into the kiss. Pete pulled away with one of those big smiles that showed his cute dimples fixed on his face. Vegas didn’t hold back from kissing them. 

“Are you okay?” Pete’s voice was serious and his smile slowly got smaller until the dimples on his cheeks were no longer visible. The loss seemed more worthy of grief than Gun.

“Yeah, I think so. Can I see you later?” Vegas asked as he moved his hands upwards until he could embrace Pete fully and the man leaned in close enough to nose at Vegas’ jaw.

“Hmm, I can sneak out if you wanna go somewhere. Arm and Pol will be alone with Khun tonight.” Pete murmured, leaving a small kiss under his ear before pulling away until they properly faced each other.

“We can do that. I need to go back now, Macau has probably heard the news already.” Vegas said, dread slowly creeping up his body. Hopefully he can get back in time before it gets to Macau but he doubts it, it’s highly possible a guard has informed him either way.

“I hope he’s doing alright. You too, Vegas. We can talk tonight.” 

Pete kissed him one more time, just a soft press of lips that still had Vegas’ chest fluttering before he slipped back outside, going back to duty and Vegas made a move to get outside. 

The guards were waiting for him and Vegas was quick to get into the car. Hopefully Macau is alright. Vegas isn’t really sure how Macau will take Gun’s death considering Vegas has tried to keep him away from the abuse his entire life. Better him than Macau. 

Vegas immediately booked it towards Macau’s room as soon as they reached the compound. 

It wasn’t as hectic as Vegas expected it to be. To be honest he didn’t know what he expected, utter and complete chaos? He’s not sure anyone here cared that much about Gun besides the few guards loyal to him only. Vegas briefly thought he should get rid of them now as he reached the door to Macau’s room. There would be more time for planning later, he has a brother to comfort first. 

Macau’s room was the usual organised mess Vegas was used to when he entered, he’s tried getting Macau to clean it properly but apparently he functioned better when majority of his things were out in the open. 

A sigh of relief left him when he spotted Macau on the bed, a guitar in his lap as he pulled at the strings at random. Vegas took note of how slumped his shoulders looked and his heart broke a little at the image Macau made in the dim lights. He definitely knew. 

“Cau?” Vegas spoke quietly into the room, his heart feeling a bit lighter once he noticed no trace of recent tears on his brother’s face. 

“Hia. You’re here, I was looking for you earlier when the guard told me about…” Macau trailed off at the end of his sentence, a scowl taking over his face. 

“Uncle Korn called me over.” Vegas replied, relaxing the fingers of his right hand. 

Macau’s gaze fell downwards, obviously eyeing the ring. Vegas resisted the urge to hide his hand behind his back, what if Macau doesn’t think he’s fit for the role? 

The small smile that bloomed on Macau’s face washed the thought away as soon as it came. “Come here.” 

Vegas moved to sit next to Macau on the bed who was now moving the guitar away, taking Vegas’ hand instead to inspect the ring closer. 

“I’ve never seen it up close like this. It looks good, like it’s made for you.” 

“You really think so?” 

The insecurity Vegas felt about this whole thing must’ve bled out into his voice because Macau was looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows and Vegas could see the look in his eyes clearly now. Anger. 

“Of course. I always hoped you would take over one day, hia.” Macau’s voice was soft and honest and Vegas for a second forgot he was the one who was supposed to be comforting Macau. 

“Are you okay, Macau?” 

“Yeah, I think so. I expected to cry or something but I don’t know. I don’t think I can cry over the person who had you trapped dying, even if I did, they could only be happy tears.” Macau shrugged and Vegas tried not to show his surprise at the words. 

It’s not like he felt a certain type of way about it himself, he was more so worried about the state of the minor family now, all the possible threats, but the way Macau phrased it shocked him. The person who had you trapped, not even their father but merely a person that inconvenienced Vegas. 

Vegas knew Macau was smart, there’s no way he could’ve ever hidden everything from him but he didn’t expect what he endured to dictate Macau’s views so deeply. 

“Macau…” 

“What Vegas? Do you want me to say I’m sad about it? I’m not, he felt less like a father and more like a dictator. I’m glad you’re free now, you’re gonna be a great leader Vegas, I know it. And you surely deserve it more than he did.” 

Macau sounded sincere and it had tears springing to Vegas’ eyes for the first time that day. Gun would definitely disagree with Macau, and Pete, and it would usually be enough to have Vegas retreating, but Gun wasn’t here. Not anymore. Macau and Pete were though, and that’s all that mattered right now. 

“Thank you, Macau.” Vegas spoke softly and Macau just pulled him into a hug that Vegas put all his strength into. 

How did he end up being the one getting comforted again? 

“Hia, you’re kind of strangling me to death here!” Macau exclaimed but his own arms tightened around Vegas and Vegas just laughed into the hug before letting Macau breathe. 

“I came in here intending to comfort you.” Vegas laughed, speaking the words in English before lightly pushing at Macau who barely moved at the contact. Macau has been spending a lot of time at the gym apparently. 

“Well there’s no need, bro. I’ll tell you if there is, I promise. This is all still fresh and promise me you’ll tell me too if you need someone around.” 

“I promise.” Vegas replied, ruffling Macau’s hair which earned him a light slap. “Do you want me to stay so we can do something together or?” 

Macau seemed to be contemplating that as he played around with the neck of his guitar. “Well I have a song I need to learn how to play, Chay is already ahead of me. I need to be fast. And you have a whole mafia family on your shoulders right now,” Macau chuckled at that, but he said it with a sense of pride that had Vegas’ nerves calming down slightly. “Maybe we can do something soon, Chay told me about this nice cafe that just opened near our school.” 

Vegas took note of the small smile Macau always had when talking about his friend from school, he usually teased Macau about it but that always got him a whiny Macau saying ‘ Hia we’re just friends’, so Vegas didn’t bother him this time. Macau will figure it out in his own time. 

“Okay we can do that, have fun Macau.” Vegas said, ruffling Macau’s hair one last time and leaving the room with Macau’s whines following him out. 

Vegas hopes Macau isn’t holding it together just for his sake. The kid had a tendency to hide whatever was bothering him until it all bursts out at some point but Vegas will trust him on this one. Though he should keep a close eye on his brother just in case. 

Vegas was staring at the door to Gun’s office before he even registered where he was headed. 

Vegas always hated entering his father’s office, it always meant another bruise would blossom and so would Vegas’ despair. 

Opening the door to a perfectly empty room had goosebumps rising on his skin. It carried Gun’s presence in every corner and Vegas traced the top of the table as he rounded it, facing the velvet chair with a patterned scarf draped over the back of it. The place smelt like whiskey and cigarette smoke, like Gun, and Vegas felt a tear slip as he took in the room. The only other time he saw it from behind the table resulted in a split lip when he was ten. Vegas could almost taste the copper as he sat down on the chair. 

Vegas half expected Gun’s booming voice to startle him, for all of this to be a dream, but as he stared at the closed door of the office nothing came. 

For the longest time there was a part of Vegas that tried so hard for Gun, just to get the slightest bit of approval. No matter how many beatings he took his hope was never diminished. 

Until he got closer to Pete.

Maybe the reason Pete felt so right from the beginning was because of his history, almost the same as Vegas’. The only difference is Pete lost hope a long time ago. The empty look in Pete’s eyes as he told him about everything almost made Vegas jealous, whenever he talked about Gun it still felt like he was trying to justify it, make the man appear innocent in a way. With a lot of time it went away and Vegas could come to terms with the fact that no matter how hard he tried Gun would still see his own failure in everything he did. 

All Vegas could grieve now is the father Gun could have been if maybe he was given everything Korn was. Perhaps then…

Vegas stopped the thought before it solidified itself in his mind, there was no point. Gun was dead. 

He repeated the words as he finally moved the whiskey glass off the table and skimmed over the files sitting by the computer. Vegas had a role to fulfil for the sake of his brother and himself. 

Vegas wasn’t stupid, he spent his entire life listening and soaking in everything he might need one day and well, it certainly came in handy now. There will undoubtedly be people pushing against the minor family because of the loss expecting them to be weak with grief. Vegas won’t allow that. He focused on what’s important in this moment, pulling up files of their contacts and families that might cause trouble amidst the situation. 

You’re gonna be a great leader Vegas. 

He sure as hell will try.

— 

“How about now?” Pete asked, his tone soft as he whispered into the crook of Vegas’ neck.

They were lying in the grass under the tree Vegas showed him a long time ago, before he got the courage to show himself to Pete fully. The feelings that were tightening his chest back then were just as grand right now as Pete’s smell surrounded him. It was a warm night, only three stars visible in the sky, but they were still cuddled up under the endless canvas. Vegas would seek out Pete’s warmth even when it burned him. 

“Hmm?” Vegas hummed, questioning as he trailed his fingers over the skin of Pete’s back. 

“Are you okay now?” Pete clarified and Vegas realised what Pete meant. Gun. 

“Oh…I guess I still haven’t grasped everything fully. I still expect his voice to snap me out of it or a fist to connect with my face, but it never happens. I don’t feel particularly sad about it…” Vegas trailed off, trying to collect his thoughts as Pete waited patiently. “But I don’t feel happy either. And it makes me feel guilty. I always thought he’d see my death before I saw his so it feels like I was thrusted into everything without warning.” 

“Well you were, baby.” Pete responded, fiddling with Vegas’ chain as he leaned up so they could look at each other properly. “And it’s normal that you don’t feel sad. I certainly doubt he would feel sad if the roles were reversed.” 

Vegas chuckled at that, which had him reeling back in turn, because when exactly did Gun’s indifference stop being heartwrenching to Vegas. 

“Besides,” a small smile graced Pete’s pretty face as Vegas looked up at him. “You’re fit for the job, Vegas. You always have been, Gun was just too blind to see it.” 

As much as Vegas doubted himself still, Pete was honest and smart and well, if Pete thinks so then Vegas can believe it too someday. He might have been a disappointment to Gun but won’t disappoint Pete or Macau. 

Vegas lifted a hand up to Pete’s soft cheek, gently caressing the skin and Pete’s smile only widened, his dimple on full display and Vegas traced his thumb over it, mirroring the smile. 

“Thank you, pretty.” 

Pete’s eyes were now barely visible from how hard he was smiling and Vegas felt the words on the tip of his tongue. They tasted like chocolate and Pete and fuck… love. Vegas almost said it, but he settled for transferring it into Pete’s mouth instead, hoping that Pete knows what lengths Vegas would go to secure his happiness. To always be able to look at that dimpled smile he’s grown to love and be able to kiss him over and over again. 

Nothing mattered in the end besides Pete, not Gun or whatever insecurity he left behind in Vegas, not even Vegas’ position or the main family. None of it could rival Pete’s affection. Pete was his constant, the one thing he was sure of and Vegas was ready to prove it.

Pete was suddenly moving, settling fully on top of Vegas to straddle him without breaking the kiss and Vegas let his hands trail down towards Pete’s ass. Pete moaned into the kiss as Vegas slid his fingers under the waistband of his pants and underwear, squeezing the soft flesh. Vegas could feel himself getting hard as Pete rutted against him and there were fingers unbuttoning his jeans and Vegas had to gather all his self control to pull away from the filthy kiss. 

“Out in the open, pet?” Vegas asked, relishing in the shudder that ran through Pete whenever Vegas called him that. Fuck he wanted to wreck him. 

Pete nodded eagerly in response. “Yes, it wouldn't be the first time.” 

Vegas chuckled at that because well, Pete was right. They tended to have sex wherever they could if they felt like it, which was stupid considering who they were but Pete was always greedy for Vegas’ cock, and contrary to popular belief Vegas was a generous man. Though Vegas’ obsession with Pete’s ass wasn’t any better.

Vegas flipped them over in one move and Pete’s legs were spreading even further to allow him space to coax pretty moans out of him. 

Vegas’ world was flipped upside down in one day, suddenly there was so much adapting to do and so many changes being made that Vegas wasn’t even aware of, but Pete was here. Unchanging and so damn beautiful writhing under him and Vegas was sure deep down that would never shift. Pete was his forever. 

—

Pete’s heart was beating so loud it was a wonder everyone hiding in the warehouse couldn’t hear it. 

It was silent aside from the occasional gunshot and Pete’s senses were heightened. He could feel Porsche’s nervous energy radiating off of him and Pete couldn’t blame him. He didn’t expect this to go sideways either. 

The mission was important, hence why both Vegas and Kinn were with them. It was also the first major one Vegas was on since Gun’s death therefore it was additionally important to the other man after months he spent adapting. It was supposed to be quick, the plan was perfect, they just had to execute it properly which wasn’t the issue, everyone did their part but apparently the attack was expected. It immediately set them behind and they didn’t even get to negotiate before the first shot was fired. 

They quickly crammed behind a bunch of boxes all over the warehouse, shooting back every chance they got but they were trapped. There was barely any space to move and if they did it could very much be a guaranteed death. 

That wasn’t what bothered Pete though. 

Vegas was crouched behind a stack of boxes slightly further up in front of Pete along with Khun Kinn, and a nasty sort of feeling took hold of Pete at the fact that he wasn’t next to him. What if Vegas needed him at some point? Pete couldn’t just up and run over, the possibility of getting shot was way too high, but he also couldn’t just sit there not being next to Vegas in case of emergency. 

Pete tightened the grip on his gun as he noticed a figure moving in between the boxes further away. It was a quick shot and Pete was immediately ducking behind the box again as someone shot in his direction. Another one down. Pete had no idea how many were left. 

He shot a quick glance towards Vegas and the man was looking back at him, a small reassuring smile on his face and Pete was about to reciprocate it but Porsche’s whisper had him whipping his head around. 

“Good shot, Pete. What the hell do we do now?” Porsche asked, panic clear in his voice and Pete felt bad for his friend, Porsche didn’t like missions like this. They always resulted in nightmares whenever they returned to the compound. He wasn’t sure if it was still like that considering Porsche didn’t sleep in their dorm anymore, but the dislike was obviously still there. 

“I don’t know, but we have to move soon.” 

Pete could see one of the other guards, Prin, making a move to run behind a box further up the line and he signalled for the man to wait. Pete quickly scanned their surroundings, shooting as one of the men moved from his cover and he nodded at Prin to move. Once the man was safely ducked behind another box he moved back towards Porsche, taking in the concerned look on his face. 

“It will be alright Porsche, just calm down.” Pete tried to reassure his friend but as he turned around to eye Vegas once again the man was nowhere to be seen and he could see Khun Kinn moving as well. A sudden wave of panic wrecked through him. 

“Fuck, Porsche I have to move. Stay here.” 

He tried to move forwards, hoping Vegas didn’t move too far but Porsche was pulling him back. 

“What?! Why? We can think of something else Pete.” 

Pete shook off the hand holding him back, Vegas’ safety the only thing on his mind. 

“I have to go, Vegas…fuck, just stay here Porsche.” 

Pete didn’t stay behind long enough to catch the confused look Porsche sent him at the lack of honorifics and the panic over Vegas. He didn’t have time to think about what Porsche might suspect when he couldn’t see Vegas anywhere. 

Pete was lucky enough to pass the first two stacks of boxes without issue, by the third a bullet missed him by a mere inch but it was enough for Pete to shoot back and duck out of vision once again. One look around showed no sign of Vegas once again and Pete felt his chest tighten as his panic grew. 

Several shots rang out and Pete froze on the spot, his gut twisting uncomfortably at the sound. Pete knows it could be anyone, there were plenty of guards from both families all over the warehouse, but that did nothing to calm Pete’s nerves. He took the chance to slip between boxes in search of Vegas, taking down two men as he moved but suddenly pain washed over his left side as a bullet grazed him and Pete hissed, ducking to hide once again. 

The wound obviously wasn’t bad, Pete could shake off the pain in an instant and he made a move to try and shoot back but suddenly someone was sliding up next to him behind the boxes holding him back. 

“He’s gone Pete, don’t risk it.” 

Porsche. 

Pete relaxed at that, turning around to face Porsche who still had confusion swimming in his eyes. Pete had to move. 

“Fuck Porsche I need to find him.” Pete was sure his desperation was clear in his voice but he couldn’t be bothered to cover it, not when Vegas could be in danger and Pete wasn’t there to help him. 

“Pete what the fuck is going on?! Why are you so stressed about Vegas?” 

“Porsche please let me go.” Pete pleaded and he’s not sure what was showing in his eyes as he looked at Porsche but the confusion was no longer present on his friend’s face, instead there was something Pete could only call determination. 

“Fine. But you’re explaining all of this later.” 

“I promise.” 

Pete was about to move again, but Porsche was pulling him back once again and Pete was about to snap at him, Vegas could be in danger. 

“I’m coming with you, I think I saw him when I was looking for you.” 

Porsche was suddenly pulling him along in the opposite direction of where Pete was headed, and Pete focused on their surroundings as Porsche made sure they got some cover as they ran. Another shot grazed Pete’s right arm but he didn’t let that slow them down as he just shot back, making the man duck down again and Pete suddenly heard a groan that was incredibly familiar to him. Except now it was laced with pain and Pete felt his body freeze in fear. Vegas. 

“I hear him, Porsche. Come on.” Pete pushed past Porsche to get to the source of the sound and the sight that greeted him when he finally reached it had his eyes widening and he dropped to his knees in front of Vegas. 

Vegas who was clutching his side with his left hand that was covered in so much blood Pete felt his earlier panic rise until it choked him. He tried blinking away the tears that threatened to spill as he took in Vegas’ pale face and shaky hands. He didn’t even hear Porsche crouching next to them as he hurriedly took off his suit jacket, moving Vegas’ bloody hand so he could apply pressure to the wound. 

Pete’s face scrunched up into a frown as Vegas hissed at the pressure. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Fuck, are you okay?” 

Pete flinched as he heard another round of shots going through the warehouse, he was hoping they were working in their favour. Otherwise Pete isn’t sure how he’ll make it out with an injured Vegas without getting shot at. 

“It’s okay, pretty. Come on, I’m not leaving you that easily.” Vegas replied through gritted teeth and Pete ignored the incredulous sound Porsche let out at the pet name. Instead he brushed the hair that fell onto Vegas’ sweaty forehead gently, chuckling wetly at the response. 

“Shut up. Can you help me hold this here?” Pete pushed harder onto the wound and Vegas groaned before intertwining his hand with Pete’s, holding tight onto the fabric. Pete felt the tears run down his cheeks as he took in all the blood now colouring both their hands a dark red. Pete’s breaths were shaky and his heart was racing so fast he thought his chest might burst with the pressure. 

“Hey, Pete. Look at me baby.” Vegas’ right hand was now wiping the tears away, and Pete heard a faint ‘what the fuck’ coming from Porsche but he was too focused on Vegas to pay it any mind. “I’ll be fine, it’s not too bad. There’s just a lot of blood, don’t worry.” 

Pete whined low in his throat at that, Vegas tended to not admit if he was under a lot of pain so Pete took the reassurance with a grain of salt. 

Vegas was smiling softly up at him, his eyes shiny with tears of pain and Pete felt his heart break a little at the sight. He can’t lose Vegas. Anyone but Vegas. The man was looking at him with vulnerable eyes and Pete felt his breath shake at the amount of raw emotion in them. He can’t lose Vegas. 

“I love you, Pete.” 

Vegas was smiling and a broken sob wrecked through Pete at the words. 

“No, you asshole. You can’t tell me that now, say it when we get out safe and you get your wound treated.” Pete exclaimed, it wasn’t fair. People usually said that when they were dying, and Vegas wasn’t fucking dying. “You’re not leaving me. And if you do, I'm going right after you.” 

Vegas laughed at that, shaking his head with a fond smile. He was way too pale for that to comfort Pete. 

“I still love you, though.” 

“I love you, Vegas. The most.” Pete responded and Vegas pulled him into a messy kiss, their teeth clashed but Pete paid it no mind. Vegas loved him, and Pete would burn down this entire place along with everyone in it to keep him alive. Pete won’t walk out without Vegas, he was sure of that much. 

Their kiss was interrupted by Porsche coughing awkwardly next to them and Pete pulled back abruptly, he forgot Porsche was there. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt this…moment, but we need to continue moving.” 

Pete nodded at that, making a move to lift Vegas up to his feet, draping Vegas’ right arm over his shoulder. 

“Keep applying pressure, baby. Can you walk with me?” 

“Yeah, I can.” Vegas replied and Pete nodded at Porsche to move. 

It was dangerous, and Pete was beyond anxious as they tried to move in between the boxes without getting caught in the now full blown shootout. Porsche was firing out shots every time they turned a corner to be met with a guard from the opposing family, and Pete was grateful for his friend’s fast reflexes because they would probably all be dead by now without them. 

“Come on guys, I see Kinn.” Porsche ushered them as they moved as fast as possible towards cover where Pete could see Kinn crouching, and he lowered his gun as he saw them approaching. 

Pete quickly crouched until he could let Vegas settle down and lean against the box that hid them from view. He was practically half in Vegas’ lap as they were cramming to fit with Porsche and Kinn next to them but Pete didn’t care about what Kinn might think as he looked over Vegas again, once again putting pressure on the jacket that was now soaked with Vegas’ blood. 

“Are you still with me?” Pete asked, focused on Vegas’ groans of pain that had the panic from earlier spiking. 

“Yeah, I’m good. I’ve had worse.” 

Pete chuckled at that, squeezing Vegas’ hand as the man intertwined their fingers again. Porsche’s voice snapped him out of his trance and he turned towards a concerned Kinn looking at them and Porsche looking around for any potential threats. 

“How are we holding up?” 

“I think we’ll be fine, they were outnumbered to begin with and we’ve taken most of them down.” 

Pete felt the slightest bit of relief at that but Vegas was still so pale under him and Pete quickly wiped at the sweat on his neck, letting his hand stay there to comfort the man as he turned to Kinn, ignoring the confused look his boss shot him. Now was not the fucking time. 

“Do I have any way I can get him outside? He needs help, are there any exits near—“ 

Pete was cut off by a loud groan and his heart jumped at the sound, tears once again springing to his eyes. 

“Shit.” Vegas hissed, letting his head thud against the box and Pete could feel his heart shattering as he looked at Vegas. This can’t be happening right now. 

“Fuck, Vegas please hang in there. Khun Kinn, any exits?!” 

The growing panic in Pete’s voice seemed to shake Kinn from his stare at their intertwined fingers and Pete was so close to losing his goddamn mind. Luckily Kinn didn’t bother asking what’s happening and just pointed him towards a nearby exit, telling him they’ll cover for them as they leave. 

“Thank you. Let’s go, Vegas.” Pete lifted Vegas up and Pete tried his hardest to pull Vegas along who was slowly becoming dead weight the more blood he lost but Pete couldn’t stop now. If he just got him back to the compound he would be okay. 

Pete put all his strength into making their pace faster, incredibly thankful that Porsche and Kinn were moving in front. They finally reached the exit without any issues and Pete sighed in relief as he bursted through the door and there was no one guarding the outside of the building. All of them must be inside. Pete heard Kinn shout out an order but he didn’t bother looking back as he moved towards one of the cars they parked by the side of the warehouse. 

“Shit, pet, you’re strong.” Vegas whispered as Pete hurried towards the black SUV closest to them. Pete couldn’t help but laugh through the tears that kept rolling down his cheeks. 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

Pete opened the back door and carefully pushed Vegas inside who instantly laid down fully on the seats and Pete closed the door before rushing to the driver’s side. They were finally moving and Pete no longer felt like he was being suffocated. His heart was still thumping in his ears and he kept looking back at Vegas as he rushed through traffic. Vegas started closing his eyes and Pete felt the choking feeling returning. 

“No, Vegas baby, keep your eyes open for me please.” Pete pleaded with him as he drove through a red light. 

“Pete…can you tell me you love me again?” Vegas’ voice was barely a whisper but Pete still heard it. He’s been way too focused on the small whimpers that left Vegas to miss it. 

Pete has no idea what he would do if he lost Vegas, he didn’t even want to entertain the possibility no matter how pale Vegas looked every time he threw a glance in his direction. He won’t let Vegas die. But Pete had to tell him still. Just in case. 

“I love you.” Pete cried out, trying to collect himself before continuing. “I love you so much, Vegas. You have no idea how much. Please keep your eyes open for me, we're almost there.” 

Vegas hummed at that, and Pete looked back to see a small smile spreading on his face. He looked so gorgeous even now and Pete’s heart clenched at the sight. 

“I love you too, Pete.” Vegas mumbled but Pete heard it so clearly it had him gripping the steering wheel hard enough for his hand to shake. Pete would get Vegas there on time if it was the last thing he did. 

Pete probably broke every traffic rule in the book on their way to the compound but they were finally pulling up and Pete couldn’t care less about any of it. He rushed to pull Vegas out as he shouted for the guards up front to call down the medical department. They could keep Vegas conscious until they drove him over to the hospital. 

Pete hopped into the ambulance before anyone could stop him from coming along and he held Vegas’ hand tightly the whole way there. 

Everything was a blur when they finally got moving, Vegas fell back into and out of consciousness multiple times and Pete felt like his heart was being ripped out whenever Vegas’ eyes rolled back, leaving a giant hole in his chest making him unable to breathe.

Please stay with me Vegas. You’ll be alright.

Pete kept repeating it as they drove towards the hospital, perhaps he was trying to comfort himself more than anything. Pete wanted to believe Vegas will be alright. Vegas was looking up at him with a small smile the entire time and Pete squeezed the hand that was in his as tight as possible. It will be alright. It has to be. 

Pete was told to wait outside in the waiting room as they wheeled Vegas towards what he assumed was the operating room. Pete felt miserable not having Vegas in his reach, not being able to reassure himself he was still breathing but he had to trust that he was being taken care of right now. A nurse insisted they patch up Pete’s wounds as well and Pete tried to refuse, he had to wait for Vegas, but he knew there was no fighting her as she just pulled him along to bandage him up and gather information about Vegas. Pete didn’t even notice the blood making his shirt stick to his side and his arm, he was way too focused on all the blood on Vegas’ hands but as his heart stopped rushing and the adrenaline slowly left him he hissed every time he moved too much. The nurse quickly took care of him, gave him a plain white t-shirt to change into and let him go back to the waiting room thanks to a lot of convincing that he was indeed fine. 

He was. He just needed Vegas to be fine too. Otherwise Pete would be far from fine. 

He doesn’t know how long he sat there just staring at the blank walls and replaying everything that happened earlier. Vegas bleeding out on the ground, his pale sweaty skin, his shiny eyes, Vegas telling him he loves him…Pete wanted to hear it again. Over and over again until nothing else resided in his soul but Vegas’ love. He wanted Vegas to hold him close as he whispered it into his ear, to be under him and over him as Vegas repeated it for the both of them to hear. Pete had to hear it again, had to say it again. 

Pete was pulled out of his thoughts a while later when he heard someone rushing over in the otherwise empty waiting room. Kinn and Porsche. 

It suddenly hit him that they knew. Even if Pete didn’t outright say anything Porsche definitely knew, and Kinn was surely suspicious of his concern for Vegas. Pete knows what that means, they’re gonna ask questions and Pete will answer them this time. 

Pete always avoided them out of fear, what would Vegas think about his decision, what if his friend hates him after it, Kinn’s disappointment. It seemed silly now, that fear wasn’t even tangible compared to the fear of losing Vegas. If he had to lose his friends and the thing he committed his life to because of it then so be it. 

“Pete! How is he?” Porsche was the first to ask as they approached him and Pete just shrugged in response. 

“They took him in for surgery as soon as we arrived. No one has come out so far.” Pete replied, not trying to hide the misery he felt right now. 

Pete’s eyes widened in surprise as Porsche sat down next to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulders to comfort him. Kinn was watching him with a calculating expression once Pete looked up at the man. 

“Pete…can you explain to me what’s going on?” Kinn finally asked, not bothering to sit down. 

“I’m sorry Khun Kinn but can we please do this later when we know what’s going on with Vegas.” Pete replied, doesn’t Kinn know when the wrong time to fucking ask is? He refrained from snapping at his boss who was undoubtedly already angry with him.

Kinn crossed his arms at that, opening his mouth to speak again but Pete turned around the second he heard the doors to the surgery room opening. The doctor was walking towards them and Pete instantly got up to meet the man halfway, he could hear Kinn and Porsche following close behind. Pete’s heart felt like it weighed a ton as he took in the neutral expression on the doctor’s face. 

“How is he?” Pete asked, his voice shaky but he couldn’t bother hiding it. 

“Khun Vegas will be fine, the bullet was successfully removed. He lost a lot of blood so he’s going to be unconscious for a couple of hours, but he’s lucky the bullet didn’t hit any vital organs.” 

Pete sighed in relief at that and the constant pressure he felt in his chest finally lessened at the words. Pete quickly wiped at the tears building up again. Vegas is alright. 

“Can I see him?” 

“Are you family?” 

“No, but—“ 

“Significant other then?” 

Pete nodded in response, ignoring the look Kinn sent his way. “Yes.” 

“We usually only let family inside, but you can go inside in a few minutes once everything is ready. A nurse will lead you to his room.”

“Thank you.” 

Pete could finally feel the haze he’s been under for hours now clear as he dropped back down on his chair. His side throbbed with the movement and he hissed in pain, clutching at his ribs. 

“Significant other.” repeated Kinn, his eyes jumping in between Pete and an uncomfortable looking Porsche. 

“I found out about it tonight, as well.” Porsche shrugged. 

Kinn turned his attention back on Pete, and he tried not to squirm under the sharp gaze. “How long has this been going on, Pete?” 

“About eight months now.” replied Pete, sheepish as he watched the news sink in for Kinn. Pete continued before the man could ask him anything else. “I promise you it never affected my work in the main family, if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

Kinn seemed to contemplate that, a look Pete couldn’t interpret crossing his face. 

“I could assume so, you’ve always been loyal to the family.” 

Pete has, but there was no denying where his loyalty has been for a while now. He refrained from telling Kinn as much, it’s not like Vegas ever wanted any information from him. 

“But Pete, why Vegas?” 

Pete almost laughed at the question. It simply seemed absurd to him. Vegas entered his life so suddenly, yet nothing about it felt abrupt. Pete never once doubted his devotion to the man, who started out just as someone who could fulfil every sick fantasy Pete had aside from filling his brain with new ones. That still stood, Pete loved nothing more than giving himself up fully to Vegas and knowing that he’s so incredibly safe. But they were also so alike it almost seemed like Vegas was made for him only. Kinn could surely understand that. 

“He’s…Vegas.” Pete shrugged, a small, satisfied smile spreading on his face. 

Pete had no time to react to the disturbed looks he got from Kinn and Porsche at that because a nurse was entering the waiting room, and Pete instantly got to his feet to follow her into Vegas’ room.

Pete steeled himself for the inevitable sinking feeling in his chest as he entered the room, he couldn’t help it even after the reassurance that Vegas will be fine. Pete still couldn’t shake the images of all the blood and Vegas’ consciousness slipping, he probably won’t until Vegas woke up, so Pete settled in the chair next to the bed and grabbed Vegas’ hand. The contact was comforting enough for Pete’s mind to slow down a bit so he rested his head on their intertwined hands, being mindful of his injury. The wound on his arm barely hurt but his side would sting with every move, but he wanted to be close to Vegas right now. 

Pete stayed like that long enough for his muscles to start cramping up, only moving when the nurse came in to check the IV and when Porsche informed him they were leaving and that Pete should call Kinn when Vegas wakes up. 

Pete’s eyes got droopy eventually and he woke up with a terrible ache in his back but he couldn’t find it in himself to care when he realised why he woke up in the first place. 

Vegas’ fingers were gently swiping over the cheek that rested on top of their hands and Pete jumped at the motion, a shuddering breath leaving him as he noticed Vegas looking at him with tired eyes.

“Pete.” Vegas said, his voice scratchy and Pete moved to grab the bottle of water on the bedside table. 

He slowly lifted Vegas’ head up, tipping the bottle until Vegas signalled he had enough. 

“Vegas,” Pete sighed as he leaned closer until his breath ghosted over Vegas’ still pale skin. “Fuck I was so scared baby.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“You have nothing to apologise for, I’m just glad you’re okay.” 

Vegas shook his head at that. “I still made you worry. I shouldn’t have listened to Kinn’s dumb plan.” 

“It’s okay.” Pete didn’t want to hear it. All that mattered is that Vegas was alright now. 

Pete leaned down to kiss him. Vegas’ lips were dry and Pete traced them with his tongue, sighing as Vegas parted them for him. Vegas was safe. Pete pulled back to kiss all over Vegas’ face and the man smiled up at him, a pretty grin showing his teeth and Pete felt the familiar feeling in his chest settling at the sight, love. He almost blurted it out again when he remembered something. 

“Speaking of Kinn, he said I should call him when you wake up. I need to inform a nurse as well.” Pete informed him, leaving another small kiss on Vegas’ nose before he quickly called over a nurse. Pete took the time the nurse spent checking over Vegas and changing his bandages to call Kinn, the man said he would be here shortly. 

Vegas was looking at him with wide eyes, a bunch of different emotions swimming in them as he approached. Pete moved away the curtains stopping the sunlight from filtering inside before sitting back on the chair. 

Pete felt himself squirm under the intensity of Vegas’ unmoving gaze, his skin tingling the way it always did when he had all of Vegas’ attention, which was, to Pete’s delight, often. 

“What is it?” Pete finally asked, slipping his hand into Vegas’ outstretched one. 

“Do you really love me or did I dream that?” The uncertainty in Vegas’ voice broke Pete’s heart. How could Vegas ever believe Pete didn’t love him? He didn’t let the thought sit with Vegas any longer as he tightened his hold on Vegas’ hand before responding. 

“Of course I love you, Vegas. How could I not?” 

Vegas’ eyes filled up with tears at that and he moved on the bed with a low groan, gesturing for Pete to join him. Pete did so hesitantly, not wanting to put pressure on Vegas’ wound.

“I thought - I died and somehow made it to heaven of all places.” Vegas chuckled and Pete nuzzled into the palm resting on his cheek, kissing the skin softly. 

“You should’ve known you didn’t die then.” 

Vegas pinched his cheek at the remark and Pete giggled as Vegas pulled him in close enough for their breaths to mingle between them. 

“Smartass.” Vegas mumbled before pulling Pete into another kiss. None of them were heated, Pete was keeping them slow and lazy to not tire Vegas any further and the man thanked him with a squeeze to his hip that had Pete humming into the kiss. 

Pete was moving on the bed, making sure not to lean onto Vegas’ stomach as he threw one leg over Vegas’ so they could be closer. The kiss was interrupted by someone clearing their throat by the door the second Vegas finally pushed his tongue inside Pete’s mouth. Pete pulled away, stifling a whine as Vegas dug his fingernails into the skin of his hip. 

Kinn was standing at the door when Pete looked up and he felt warmth spreading under his skin, undoubtedly painting it a faint red and he looked over to see Vegas looking annoyed at the interruption. 

“Cousin.” 

Kinn closed the door, coming closer to the bed as he looked them over. Pete made a move to extract himself from Vegas’ side and the man’s grip tightened only slightly but it was enough for Pete to get the message and stay put.

“Vegas. Pete. I’ve come to discuss the matter of this developing…relationship between you two.” 

Kinn said it with slight distaste but there was mostly bewilderment visible on his face. 

Pete felt the fingers on hip squeezing at the flesh and he leaned towards the touch, hoping it would comfort Vegas slightly. Pete knows he didn’t like spending his time around Kinn on a good day, much less when he was injured. 

“I wanted to give you a proposal Pete. You can continue seeing Vegas and working for the main family, but—“ 

“Khun Kinn,” Pete cut the man off and there was a brief look of shock on his face before he reeled it back in and Pete continued. “I actually wanted to make a request.” 

Kinn’s eyebrows furrowed at that and Pete ignored Vegas burning holes into the side of his head. Kinn gestured for him to continue. 

“My time working for the main family has been great and I’ll forever be grateful for everything you’ve done for me,” Pete tried not to hiss as Vegas dug in his fingernails hard enough to draw blood, keeping his face neutral. “But I also wanted to request a transfer. I know they are rare, but I want to move and work for the minor family. My loyalty and love lies with Vegas now and I wouldn’t want that to lessen your trust in me and interfere with work. I would like to step down from my position as head bodyguard.” 

Pete squirmed as Vegas’ grip got impossibly tight and Kinn stared at him with wide eyes, opening and closing his mouth several times in search for an answer. 

Pete felt the last bits of tension melt away from his body as he finally said it. He’s been contemplating it for months, always too nervous for Vegas’ reaction and what other guards might say, but he didn’t care anymore. Not when Vegas said he loved him and Pete could finally accept the fact that he no longer found his purpose within the walls of the main family compound unless Vegas was there. Pete looked over at Vegas who resembled a fish on land in a way and the decision just solidified itself in his mind. Pete was in love with the man, and there was nothing holding him back from admitting as much. To himself and Vegas. 

“I - Pete…” 

“Transfers are possible, no?” 

“Of course they are, Pete. I’m just surprised.” Kinn blinked at them, seemingly dumbfounded. 

“There’s no need for surprise, Khun Kinn. I am in love with Vegas, I assume you would know best what being in love is like.” Pete offered, smiling slightly at Kinn. 

“Oh, sure - yeah.” Kinn stuttered, and Pete tried not to laugh at seeing Kinn so twitchy. “Okay then Pete. We can do that, I would like you to come back to the dorms to pack your things and to settle some paperwork by tonight if possible.” 

Pete genuinely smiled at that and Vegas’ fingers loosened around his hip as Kinn turned his attention back on him. 

“I wish you a quick recovery, cousin.” Kinn said and with one last nod he moved towards the door, the sound of the door clicking shut loud in the silent room. 

“What the fuck, Pete?” Vegas sighed out and Pete laughed at the incredulous look in his eyes. 

“What?” 

“What do you mean ‘what’? You just - quit your job and—“ 

“Well technically I just moved places.” Pete shrugged and Vegas rolled his eyes at him. 

“Stop being a smartass,” Vegas pinched Pete’s hip right over the indents he left earlier and Pete moaned as the pain sparked under his skin, slowly travelling down to his crotch. “Are you sure about this Pete?” 

Pete furrowed his eyebrows at the question, confused as to why Vegas found it hard to believe Pete wanted this, until it dawned on him. Vegas probably never expected Pete to detach himself from the main family for him, perhaps the man thought Pete’s loyalty would forever be with them, the people that Vegas had to compete against his entire life. But it didn’t have to be like that forever, Pete wanted to love Vegas openly and Vegas didn’t have to prove anything anymore. Gun was dead and Korn probably wasn’t far from it either, Vegas could live his life however he liked. And Pete wanted to be part of it. 

Pete settled back next to Vegas, making sure not to irritate his own or Vegas’ wound, he brought a hand up to brush it through Vegas’ hair before kissing his forehead firmly. 

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life, Vegas. I love you and I don’t want to hide it anymore, anyone who has a problem with it can fuck right off.” 

Pete wiped at the tear that slid down Vegas’ cheek, kissing the trail he cut off before Vegas pulled him into another kiss. Pete could almost feel everything Vegas was putting into the simple press of their lips and Pete tried to reciprocate as he parted his lips to give Vegas room to slip his tongue past Pete’s teeth. Pete shuddered in Vegas’ arms and unconsciously he pressed himself firmer against the man but he pulled away abruptly as Vegas grunted into the kiss. 

“Shit, baby, I’m sorry.” Pete distanced himself from the man looking up at him with shiny, honest eyes and Pete cursed their luck. The time he wanted Vegas as close as possible they both had to be injured. 

“It’s okay, Pete. Come lay down with me.” Vegas patted his other side and Pete moved over, cuddling up to Vegas now that he had room to do so. 

Vegas started running his fingers through his hair and Pete felt his body relaxing further under the sheets as sleep slowly took over both of them. The last thing Pete heard was a quiet ‘i love you’ being murmured into his hair and Pete tried his hardest to respond. He wasn’t sure he managed to let out more than a hum but it doesn’t matter anyway, he has the rest of his life to keep reminding Vegas. 

—

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” 

“Pete, baby, I got shot in the stomach, not my feet.” 

It was finally time for Vegas to leave the hospital after staying for two days. He was doing good and the blood loss wasn’t major enough for him to stay too long, his wound was still sore but he could move around properly. Pete was still blushing at the pointed look the doctor sent their way when he told them to stay away from any strenuous activities until Vegas reached full recovery before leaving them alone to get their stuff ready. 

Pete had a suitcase he packed with his things from the dorm which wasn’t much really, it’s not like he wore much besides the suits all bodyguards used. 

The departure was interesting to say the least, Kinn tried keeping it under wraps why exactly Pete was leaving but Pete wasn’t having it. He didn’t go through all the trouble of figuring things out for him just to hide it again. Tankhun almost passed out once Pete delivered the news in front of him and Arm and Pol had to fan him back to consciousness. Pete didn’t miss the slightly proud look Arm sent him as he went to leave the compound. The news were surely spread throughout the entire place by now. 

Vegas also kept asking him if he was sure of his decision but Pete didn’t mind it, he just used the opportunity to show Vegas how much Pete actually wanted him. 

“I know that,” Pete swayed closer in Vegas’ hold as they stood in the middle of the hospital room. “I still want to be useful.” 

“Oh you were certainly useful this morning when you—“ 

“Shut up!” Pete laughed, covering Vegas’ mouth with his hand to muffle the words. Perhaps sucking Vegas’ cock minutes before the doctor was supposed to visit wasn’t the best decision, but Pete regretted none of it. His throat was still scratchy from the effort and Pete’s entire body tingled in excitement at all the possibilities now that he could spend all his days with Vegas. 

“Oh you’re shy about it now, pet?” teased Vegas, nipping at Pete’s earlobe and Pete stifled a groan as Vegas’ hand moved down to massage his ass. 

“Let’s just - hmm, let’s go Vegas.” 

Vegas pulled back at that, moving his hands up to cup Pete’s face and press the softest of kisses onto his lips. 

“Yeah, let’s go home.” 

Perhaps Pete did make smart decisions, after all.