Thread by @WriteMeYuna

VP AU: The Devil Caught by Siren's Song

Vegas is paid killer whose life circles only around job. Pete is just a thief, who messed with the wrong people.

What will happen, when Devil will fall in love with Siren?

#vegaspete #vegaspeteau #buildjakapan #biblewichapas #biblebuild

Vegas is one of Lost Boys, underground organization hiring assassins all over World. As one of the best, he receives another, important mission: to kill thief.

What will happen then the person, he will need to kill, will become obsession, taking complete control over his life?

TAGS: angst, smut, stalker, hired killer vibes, siren Pete luring Vegas, happy ending but rough beginnings, Vegas dreaming naughtily about Pete, dark, Pete is a thief, Vegas is killer, messy and toxic, obsessed over Pete in crop tops, maybe a belly ring, just let them fuck a lot,

The story will be updated every TUESDAY!

No idea how long it will last, I just got this story suddenly and it can't leave my head, please bear with me and forgive me for a week long updates 😤

So let's begin:

#vegaspete #vegaspeteau #buildjakapan #biblewichapas #biblebuild

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"Your next target, Vegas," an old, wrinkled hand reached out to the young man in front.

Dark lock slid out of the hair tucked behind his ear, falling over the forehead as a shadowed figure bent down, took the photograph, and put it wordlessly in the pocket of his jeans.

"They asked to make it look like an accident, remember about it. This boy is a common thief, nothing, special, but you have to kill him while he's on the job, so victims will find the body. One million has been sent to your account, the other will arrive after the job is done."

The seated man added, immediately concentrating on the papers in front of him as the last words were floating around, ignoring the man still standing in front of his desk, as although it was a sign to leave the office, Vegas only frowned, dissatisfied, not ready to be dismissed.

"I don't work that way, Korn. You know that. My reputation speaks for itself if they need such payments, they shouldn't hire me." A dark, hoarse voice filled the room, and though this wasn't the first hitman he'd worked with, the man felt a tingle of impending danger on his skin.

"I'm just the messenger, Vegas, but we both know your client. If you want to fight them, do it without us. The last outbreak buried our good friend,"

A few curses escaped Vegas, who, still dissatisfied, merely snorted as he briskly walked outside, loudly slamming the door.

"Always this fucking disrespect!" Vegas muttered before putting on helmet and with a screech of his black Ducati's tires, heading for one of the apartments.

Rain began to hit the vehicle as he approached house, but it wasn't until he went inside that the storm fully broke out.

Lucky and rather dry, man like a dog swung his head from right to left, soaking few things around with drops of water and, heading towards the bedroom, he pulled from the pocket of tight jeans the photo of the Devil's next victim, which Korn had given him, to help with locating.

A petite figure, with a slim waistline, long slender legs, and an alluring face, decorated with two dimples, stared into the distance on the cardboard he was holding. Doe eyes almost closed but still able to see, looked behind the photographer, at something important. Or someone.

Boy was wearing an oversized sweater that ended before his belly and old jeans with holes, but it was his tummy, so shamelessly displayed to others, and the tiny black mark on the skin, suggesting a tattoo on round hips, that made Vegas hunger grow and mouth go completely dry.

He stopped for a second, taking a loud and long breath, wondering whether taking job was a good idea, but his professionalism and stubbornness quickly took over forcing him to wake up from daydreaming and focus on the task. Vegas lost his heart years ago, this was only a mistake.

"He's just a common thief, nothing more. You'll take care of him quickly and move to next target," the softly spoken words echoed across empty room, and as much as Vegas wanted to believe what he was saying, something under his skin tried to convince him this time he was wrong.

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Because I posted today something new and tomorrow I am free when it comes to AUs, I will psot next part of it tomorrow! Sorry to everyone but it is a one time thing, I promise! 💙🫂

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The restaurant was small, barely filled with people, and although there were plenty of seats inside, dressed in a short croptop, not covering his bare tummy and baggy jeans, slim brunet took a bowl filled to the brim as he went outside.

Sun had been scorching hard for the past few days, but Vegas's future victim did not shy away from the heat, instead man sat down next to empty table, enjoying the warm, gently air blowing softly at his figure, taking us much of the light as possible, making skin shine like gold.

Just as if he was a cat, Pete closed his little puffy eyes, slightly tipping head to the one side and the other, so that the breeze was perfectly flying over his sweaty, a little bit red neck, giving the needed coolness to it, until Vegas, watching him, thought he heard a purr.

Slender hands hit the table with a rhythm known only to them, gently caressing the table top, then rubbing it harder, until the man observing him began to hear music, not understanding how it was even possible, but this was not the first uncommon thing Vegas noticed in himself.

Food in front of brunet was getting cold, which on such weather was miracle at least, but Pete did not cared, and only after few longer minutes of bathing in sun, he decided to dip the spoon into yellow curry and lick it clean, making Vegas lose his steady heartbeat for a second.

Killer spent last few days following Pete to understand what his life was like, but quickly he was surprised by it, as Pete was not the type focused on constant entertainment. Instead of bars and nightclubs, he preferred time alone, sunbathing on fine days or walking in the rain.

Piles of books that were left in his apartment, newspapers, articles and everything that could be read, made Vegas think of professor, and not a thief, but killer was used to being surprised by individuals, as we tend to hide our true self, often doing it better even than actors.

This difference between what Vegas thought and what he actually saw caused many question marks to appear in his mind, and man in front of him, mysterious and inscrutable, challenged his attention, not allowing for a second to divert following him eyes, as if Vegas was charmed.

Now, staring at lazy man who strangely reminded him of a cat, the killer began to admire the delicately contoured back, the strong, slim waistline, and the perfectly rounded legs hidden in oversized trousers. Something in the way Pete moved, brought dangerous thoughts to Vegas.

Hunger surged through his mind, while fingers quivered strangely, eager to dive into Pete's thick hair, arch neck, and kiss perfectly fitted throat before his teeth marked golden skin. It wasn't first time when Vegas wanted his victim, but this man before him, he was different.

Pete's body brought fire to killer's lungs, made him shiver every night, when, alone, he was tossing from one side to another, praying to stop imagining those beautiful fingers tightened on Vegas's dick. He knew they could fit perfectly, all the dreams he slept through proved it.

The picture he got from the boss was used so many times, it should be pregnant already, but Vegas couldn't stop himself, as it was the only thing that could put out this chaos inside of him. Day after day he watched Pete living a normal life, and he became obsessed.

Now it wasn't about killing thief but about finding more, everything regarding Pete. The due date was coming soon, but Vegas forgot about his duties, captivated by smaller man, as if Pete had him on leash and all he could do was bark and wag tail, trying to catch man's attention.

They didn't even met, they never spoken with each other. Vegas only observed Pete for a couple of days, and yet it was enough, to completely make him lose his mind, no matter how strongly Vegas fought with it.

A loud noise coming from his pocket disrupted the stalking.

Vegas looked into message, smiling brightly when information about hidden cameras in Pete's apartment showed up, feeling as something even darker is waking up in him, something Vegas was scared to name. Heart beat crazily, hands started to sweat, when he clicked on link.

Man swallowed loudly, launching the application, not noticing that Pete had quickly raised phone, taking a photo of Vegas and smirking, stood up, to disappear between buildings.

"Working properly, perfect," killer whispered, raising head and cursing while seeing empty table.

"Shit, where did he go? Fuck, wake up Vegas!" man yelled at himself, walking fastly, praying he will find boy.

"He's cute," watching him, Pete, laughed, biting lower lip while observing how perfectly fit clothes tighten on most delicious parts. "I want him on his knees so bad."

"He is one of the deadliest men in this country, Pete! This is not a joke!" Voice coming from small earphone, filled thief's mind, making him giggle.

"Well, it's just making the whole thing funnier, don't you think? Making him beg for me will be so satisfying,"

"Crazyass!"

"Fuck you, Porsche! You like powerful men, I prefer deadly ones,"

"Cause you're insane, bro! Remember why we are doing it!"

Last words made Pete's face to stiff, when the past flashed through his head.

"I know," he assured, frowning. "Believe me, I fucking know!"

"I hope so. They hired him cause of his skills. Please, Pete, do not play this cat and mouse thing with someone who can jeopardize our plan," Begging tone woke up a feeling of remorse in brunet.

"So why are you having fun with Kinn? His father did it all!" Anger woke up in Pete.

"I'm not having fun, I keep an eye on him!" Porsche screamed.

"And I will keep an eye on this candy," Pete interrupted. "Don't worry, I will not take his life, maybe wallet, or virginity. He doesn't look like the type who gives, more like who takes, but I will make him give..."

Call ended, while Pete, who had been following Vegas throughout conversation, sighed, taking last look at man's figure before turning on his heel and disappearing into the alley, focused to prepare to next job, as target has been chosen, and the photo of him was shared with Pete.

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And that's it! Soooo PeteVegas????? VegasPete??????? What do you all think 🤔

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