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Mar 20 • 35 tweets • 47 min read

VP AU OneShot: I Will Consume You, Until You Become a Dust Floating On The Air

After their first night, something wakes up in both men.

Vegas is hungry.
Pete looks delicious.
There is a bathtub and wine.
And need 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝘄𝗻.

#VegasPeteStory #VegasPeteau #vegaspete #BIBLEBUILD

Tags: One Shot, completed, Vegas and Pete after first night, date in bathtub, need to own, smut, dark, toxic, obsession, all of you belongs to me, Vegas feels love, Pete is confused, they want themselves and hate this feeling, it's short but I have period so accept it, just them.

This is an old one-shot, but I never posted it. I'm not sure why. Maybe I thought it was too short? Anyway, enjoy!

Let me spoil my readers from Twitter a little bit! Every comment is welcomed, I love reading what you think, even when you do not like it. Please, just be kind!💙🫂

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Pete's tired, pained body struggled to enter the steaming, hot-water tub. A groan of relief came from the slightly chapped lips when muscles felt the heat, as the elbows rested against the edge, not allowing the handcuffed hands to get wet.

The not fully healed wounds that bounced off the light, almost pale, skin shone as it covered his chest with sweat, but that didn't bother the man, who was more comfortable, still feeling soreness around buttocks area. Sighing, he allowed muscles the relaxation they deserved.

All memories of last night, the sensation of Vegas' mouth on every corner of his body, the strong, merciless thrusts that drove him into madness, echoed in Pete's thoughts, as he felt blush covering his face and going down to neck, when he was lost in the sudden burst of emotion.

This one, insanely crazy decision, which Pete has chosen, changed the dynamic between him, a no one, just a prisoner, and Vegas', the one who kept him, who tortured him, and although he was still in chains, Pete wasn't really sure who truly became the prisoner in this house.

Tired head tilted, revealing the entire jawline and the long, slender neck, making the naked figure standing by the door tremble, feeling thirst to dig its teeth into the middle of Pete's Adam's apple. To leave a mark that would show everyone to whom the man opposite belonged.

Wild hunger possessing them yesterday had not diminished, no matter how long they had make love to each other, no matter how deeply Vegas went into Pete's soft, inviting body, how perfectly he filled twitching hole, and though moment passed, something had changed in both of them.

As if the curtain hiding the truth of their feelings had been torn down, leaving them to their own stripped from all fakeness, emotions.

Vegas was not a man accustomed to such strong desires. Not when it came to people, especially those who stand lower than him on social ladder.

But now, staring at Pete's slender but strong body, still vividly remembering how perfectly he felt inside, how safe it was to bathe in the warmth of that smooth, tasty skin, the man understood that what he had experienced in the past did not matter. It could never compare.

No other tryst, no angry sex without commitment could compare to Pete's inviting arms, but how could someone like him, the son of the Mafia, raised to take rather than give, handle such offer? It seemed It would be immoral to give something as pure to a devil like him.

Pete, with a sweet, hopeful smile, cute dimples and understanding, warm eyes, was a real blessing. While Vegas, always angry, always needy for approval, like a bitch in a heat, ready to sell himself just for a kind word, resembled more of a sin.

They were too different and yet?

Frightened but still hungry, Vegas walked cautiously to the front of the bathroom, quietly placing two glasses and wine on the table next to him, just to immediately slip inside, causing the sleepy brunet to lift his eyelids lazily, watching curiously at fine, muscular body.

"Move a little," Vegas asked in a gruff, unfriendly voice, but Pete shook his head, gently twisting lips into a smirk.

"I don't have the strength," he replied in a tired tone, waking up something wild in Vegas that he hadn't felt ever before. A sense of foolish pride in oneself.

"Of course you don't," he muttered boastfully, not hiding wide smile as he slipped muscular legs under brunet's still-sensitive buttocks, making Pete grimace slightly.

"Erase that cheeky smile before I drown you," the man growled, causing Vegas to burst into a thunderous laugh.

"I'd like to see you try," Vegas murmured, grabbing the wine and pouring it into glasses. "I wanted to be good to you, but I can see you'd rather to have the other me."

Pete frowned his nose, making himself sit more comfortable while taking the drink in still cuffed hands.

"It's weird when you'resuddenly nice," Pete snorted, adding more quietly so Vegas couldn't hear. "My heart beats faster when you're like this, bastard."

Strange, heavy silence fell between the men sitting opposite, staring at each other, making the eyes fight instead of words.

Like two enemies, the pair watched themselves, waiting for any move of the opponent, that could trigger the fire between them. Last night could be the beginning or the end of what was born between those two, and though hunger grew, one wrong word could incinerate them forever.

Something flashed in Vegas's pupils when his hand suddenly tilted the glass, letting wine combine with water, before he put the cup down, just to grab Pete's knee to pull himself closer. Heart pounded harder in brunet's chest, at the sight of beastly, hungry eyes getting closer.

"I will consume you, Pete,"

Obvious threat contained in
calmly uttered sentence, made Pete's breath to shake, when dick hidden under the water trembled in anticipation.

Rough fingers slipped through the chest until they reached neck, squeezing it tightly, making Pete moan.

The next morning came quickly, but both Pete and Vegas decided to be lazy today, laying in silence, relaxing on their own. It could seem as both fall asleep, but then suddenly Vegas's hand reached to Pete's face, stroking soft skin and moving it to make them look at each other.

"Do you know how sexy you are?"

Slipped from mafioso, making Pete look at Vegas with love, making his heart beat faster, with softness, letting the fingers caress warm cheek.

THE END

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Sorry for mistakes, I wrote it logn time ago!💙🖤