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I wanted to do some portraits so I decided to do some Pitbabe characters.

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I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

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Ever since the season 2 teaser came out for Pitbabe all I can think about is AlanJeff

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Just finished reading the novel for FaifaWine’s story and it’s so cute. I love them so much. And just Wine telling Faifa that he loves him not because he’s “good enough” but because he’s “sometimes nice and sometimes a pain in the neck” made me wanna cry. He loves him no matter what. Also there’s a chapter where they are fighting but still take the time to make sure they take care of each other 😭😭

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I was watching my favorite tv show, Bones, and my brain went, “what if VegasPete” so here’s VegasPete as a murder solving duo. Vegas is the forensic anthropologist and Pete is the law enforcement officer.

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I haven’t had much time or motivation to draw so here have this WIP of VegasPete dancing (not really) in a club.

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In the Spanish dubbed of KinnPorsche, during the pool scene, Pete tells Vegas “I’m hungry, I need you. Take care of me” and I think about that constantly. The Spanish dubbed really ruined me even more

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I saw this on Twitter and I had to make a VegasPete Version with Venice

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This is my gift to @epikhightechnology for the Kpts secret Santa!

It took everything in me to wait this long to post this. I loved creating it so much!

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Merry Christmas, @artfreaksmeout!

Happy Holidays! I really love your artwork and this piece in particular I just had to based it off of. I hope you like the gift and I hope you have a wonderful season!

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Don't talk (I have you)

It had started as soon as Pete had come to work for the family. The first time Big pointed out a man he called “Khun” with an unconcealed derision; Pete’s heart was gone from his chest. There was the most beautiful man he had ever laid eyes on. Big had called him a scourge on their family and the enemy of their boss, Kinn. 

But Pete could see that he was just a little boy really. A little boy with too sharp cheekbones and too hard an attitude. There was something about him that was sharp, but artificially sharp. Like he had to sharpen himself every time he left the house to keep up with the world he was born into. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello Khun Vegas.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmph,” Vegas got out. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pete leaned forward, his expression going soft. 

Vegas was just a little creeped out by it.

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

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

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

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

“What?” Vegas was so intensely confused. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, I just….”

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not angry?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Pete was in love, and infatuated with the way Vegas looked post orgasm. He was so soft and kissable. Vegas’ hands came up and uncuffed him. As soon as Pete was free he rolled over and wrapped his arms around Vegas, he could get him up and moved in a minute. First, he just needed to revel in finally getting everything he ever wanted. 

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Thinking about a VegasPete Au where Vegas is still the heir of the minor family but this time around they’re in the public eye as this super rich family but they have hidden illegal businesses (aka still in the mafia) and Pete is a well known actor. Anyways, Pete needs to promote his new upcoming movie, and Vegas needs to improve his public image so they end up doing a PR relationship. Chaos and angst happens, but somehow they still fall in love with each other.

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Hi! I'm your KPTS Secret Santa and when I got your name, I immediately recognized it, because I'm a huge fan of your artwork.

I was wondering if I could do a fic based on one of your lovely pieces (that lives rent free in my head, 24/7). I like this one so much I was actually planning on asking you if I could write a fic for it before getting your name.

It's my little secret which one though ;)

Omg!! Thank you for liking my artwork 😭🫶🫶, I’m always happy to know someone likes and enjoys my art. And Yes of course you can make a fic based off one of my pieces, that would be the best thing ever.

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Inktober day 16: Scream

My last inktober drawing!! I just really wanted to draw VegasPete as Billy and Stu from scream. I just like the idea of them dressing up as ghost face to take people out. Also Scream is my fav slasher movie and I wanted to combine that with my fav Ship

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you absolutely destroyed devoured devastated dignified us with demolition lovers vegaspete. mwah! mind of a century

Omg 😭😭😭. Thank you!!! I really appreciate it because I didn’t know whether people would actually like it lol.

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Inktober Day 15: VegasPete- Gomez and Morticia

I just thought Vegas and Pete fit the Morticia and Gomez vibe.

“I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss” — Tell me Vegas wouldn’t say something similar about Pete.

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Less toxic and less family problems KP universe VegasPete Au

This goes along with the art I did for Inktober day 10. Just what I think the story may go.

Kinn and Vegas still don’t get along but it’s in a more competitive way and clash a lot but they don’t wanna kill each other and would protect the other in a life or death situation.

The first time Vegas and Pete meet is when Pete gets recruited. Vegas thinks “talented but not much else” Pete thinks “hot”

Vegas sees more of Pete since he gets assigned to missions with Kinn or on missions to help the minor family and he’s impressed with how well Pete works and carries out missions. His interest in Pete starts to grow. He’s kinda hot when he’s fighting and shooting people but he’s too nice for Vegas’ taste. Always so polite and bland.

One day Vegas says something a little condescending and Pete replies with something sarcastic (while rolling his eyes)

And Oh, This is the first time Vegas has ever seen Pete not be a perfect little guard. He usually awkwardly laughs and just smiles politely but this? The slight attitude? That’s new.

Suddenly he starts paying attention to Pete in order to see these little slip ups. These little moments of Pete being bratty and sarcastic. He starts to notice the little snide comments, the slight eye rolls.

He also starts to notice the interest in Pete’s eyes when he’s over looking an interrogation especially when it’s Vegas himself carrying out the questions and the torture. Now Vegas is even more interested.

He starts flirting with Pete. Making suggestive comments here and there, watching Pete get red and flustered. He loves it.

Pete has enough of it one day and he snaps. Grabs Vegas by his damn silky shirt and kisses him like he’s a starving man.

And that’s the start of this thing between them. Vegas pushes, teases and flirts until Pete gives in and suddenly they’re going at it in different parts of the Major Family home. And it’s not just fucking, they talk afterwards sometimes. Cuddle other times.

Then one day, Vegas is having a shit day. Everything is going wrong. He’s on edge and now he’s in a meeting with Kinn and Kinn is yelling and frustrated. Vegas can’t take it. He’s suddenly thinking of how his dad was. Always criticizing. Always yelling. Always finding fault in him. He gets up and leaves. Kinn ends the meeting and Pete goes after Vegas discreetly.

He catches up to Vegas and pulls him into an empty room. He tries to approach Vegas calmly. He gets it, he has experienced similar things. His dads abuse and how sometimes you can’t get away from the scars they leave you with. He tries to calm Vegas down, talk to him about his dad and how he’s not in the wrong. Vegas listens but then, he laughs. Void of any feelings.

“You think just cause I’m fucking you, you get to tell me anything?” And Pete freezes because yea, he didn't think Vegas was in love with him or anything foolish like that. But he at least thought they had something. Some kind of understanding. Hell, friendship even. He was too dumb to realize Vegas didn’t even see him as anything more than just some guy he puts his dick in. He leaves and Vegas realizes he fucked up big time the moment he hears the door close.

Vegas tries to approach Pete the next time he sees him. Hopes that Pete may pretend that the whole interaction never happened but the minute Pete sees him coming, He leaves. Doesn’t stop or look back even when Vegas calls out his name. Vegas feels like shit everytime Pete ignores him, because he likes pete. Goddamn it he Loves him. But he’s an asshole who doesn’t know how to control his feelings and anger and he fucks shit up by saying dumb hurtful things he doesnt mean.

So he tries what he knows best and starts throwing money at the problem. His past “lovers” always seemed to cheer up when he got them the newest tech or the fanciest clothes. So he starts sending Pete anything and everything he can think of and yet… that seems to piss Pete off even more. He even stopped ignoring Vegas just to throw the new fancy watch he gifted Pete at Vegas and said “I’m not some cheap whore you can buy your way into sleeping with” he walks away before Vegas can say anything.

Vegas is suffering because he has no idea what to do. He just wants to go back to how things were. No. He wants more. He wants to go on dates with Pete. He wants to spend as much time as possible as he can with him. Share special moments with him but now he’s fucked it all up with one single sentence.

He’s back at the Major family compound again when Porsche pulls him aside and calls him an idiot. Porsche has had enough of seeing Pete go from being sad to being angry at the mention of Vegas’s name. He had to do something so he tells Vegas to pull his shit together and just fucking talk to pete like a normal person and apologize from the heart. If Pete still didn’t forgive him he would have to suck it up and leave Pete alone.

He goes to find Pete. He finds him on his way to the kitchen. The minute Pete sees him he turns to walk away but this time Vegas is faster, he grabs Pete's arm and drags him to the nearest room. He begs Pete to listen to him. He apologizes and tells Pete that he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him and that he’s a giant idiot for ruining that . Pete stays silent and Vegas thinks “He’s never going to forgive me”

Pete punches him. And then drags him into a kiss. And oh god, it’s the best feeling in the world after Pete ignoring him for weeks. Pete pulls away and tells Vegas “if you ever say anything like that to me ever again, I won’t forgive you”

They keep making out for a bit longer until they get caught by Kinn and three other bodyguards. Turns out the room they had walked into was one of the meeting rooms Kinn uses. Pete Is dying of embarrassment and Vegas just smirks at Kinn’s disgusted face. Ha, as if he isn’t sleeping with a bodyguard also.

I won’t be writing this into a fic but I couldn’t get the idea out of my head so this is just parts of the story I thought up lol.

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Inktober day 14: Demolition lovers

Got inspired while listening to My Chemical Romance. Demolition lovers is so VegasPete coded.