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agmapansa3008 · 2 years

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VegasPete Epilogue: 5 Sleepy Moments

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--- 01

When Vegas wakes up, his arm doesn’t. For a panicked second, he wonders if the bullets did more damage than initially thought, but when he opens his eyes he sees the actual reason. Pete’s head is lying on the numb arm, the man deeply asleep, as quiet snores are barely heard throughout the room. Vegas looks around and finds Macau gone, probably back at school now that Vegas is almost set to go home. He looks back down at Pete and hesitates only a moment before he reaches over with his still functioning hand to gently card his fingers through Pete’s soft hair. He still can’t quite believe that he has this. That he has Pete. No… not has. That Pete chose him.

He watches him nuzzle into Vegas’ arm, a soft sigh escaping as he is slowly roused from his sleep. Vegas lets himself smile as he continues to wake Pete.

--- 02

It’s only their third night at the new house when Vegas sees Pete descend the stairs, sleep still heavy in his eyes. The former bodyguard mumbles a “morning” to him, pausing briefly before he brushes his hand over Vegas’ arm in a gentle addition to the greeting. When Vegas only watches him, Pete gives him an awkward smile and pulls his hand away. Vegas almost asks him to put it back. Almost. “Macau should be down any minute, I woke him up a while ago.” Turning away, Pete starts up the coffee machine, movements still a little sluggish.

Vegas just continues watching his movements. Despite the awkwardness, the occasional caution, Pete seems so comfortable here. So comfortable living with both Vegas and his brother. Hell, he takes care of the both of them like it’s nothing. “He will start calling you mom, soon.” It’s meant to be a joke, but his voice comes out entirely too earnest for that.

“Oy.” Though, Pete’s affronted look doesn’t fail to make Vegas chuckle. “At least let him call me dad.”

The chuckle turns into a helpless laugh. “That’s what offended you?”

Before Pete can answer anything, they are both alerted by frantic sounds coming from the stairs. Macau stumbles in, tie crooked and bag almost sliding off his shoulders. “No time for breakfast, I’m late!” He yells, almost flying out the door.

“Wait.” Pete’s voice isn’t even loud, but Vegas still observes his brother - his rebellious, stubborn brother - freeze on the stop. “You wouldn’t be late if you got up when I woke you.”

Macau mocks him, but his grimace quickly melts into a full-blown smile when Pete offers him a thermos with piping hot coffee, an unimpressed look in his eyes. “Thank you, brother-in-law,” Macau singsongs and then hurries away before Pete’s well-aimed punch can catch his arm.

“Brat,” he mutters and rolls his eyes as he moves around Vegas to return to the coffee machine. He doesn’t drink the second coffee, though. He holds it out to Vegas instead. “Here. Energy.” And it’s the way he thought about Macau first, about Vegas second, that makes Vegas’ heart pound. When Pete jiggles his hand slightly to hurry him along, he grabs the mug from him and watches as Pete finally makes his own coffee. His breath comes out in a quiet sigh, a little shaky as he smells the comforting scent of coffee and finally realises that this is real. Pete is here. To stay, hopefully. Vegas will do anything to make him want to stay.

Taking a sip, he hums and reaches out to brush Pete’s arm, like he has done to Vegas when he came down. Pete looks over at him, sleepy smile on his face and Vegas can’t help the way his hand reaches up to brush Pete’s hair behind his ear. Pete’s eyes widen a fraction, seem a little more alert as he clutches his coffee to his chest and Vegas lets his hand sink. “Thanks… dad.” He isn’t as fast as Macau to dodge the hit against his thigh.

--- 03

Some of the casinos are still under Vegas' care. It was in the agreement he made with Korn after being released from the hospital, now that the minor family was under Porsche's thumb. He doesn't mind most of the time, still holding power where he goes. If people question his authority, they still regret it very quickly. It's not quite the same, but the pressure is also off. It's… different.

Different might not be bad.

But being in charge of the casinos means many days where he returns home well into the night. And even though today might be a Friday, he is still a little surprised when he arrives home and sees both Macau and Pete on the couch, the light of the playing TV flickering over their faces. Only when he sheds his outer layers and shoes, does he notice that Macau is fast asleep, head rolling against Pete’s shoulder, chest slowly rising and falling. Pete, though, is awake, if barely. When he hears Vegas enter the room, he raises his hand, careful not to jostle Macau awake, and waves with a small smile.

Vegas finds himself smiling back, only stalling for a second before he moves over to sit down on Pete’s other side. “Hey,” the former bodyguard mumbles while looking at him, eyes having followed his movements.

“Hey.” Their eyes meet for a long moment, Pete’s hand that isn’t trapped by Macau’s body, falling onto his thigh, the touch oddly grounding. Vegas finds himself relaxing as he looks towards the TV, the volume on whatever is playing set way low. It’s some weird action show and he frowns when he sees a character talk to apparent air. “What’s this?”

Pete chuckles, quiet like their whispering has been. “It’s a show Tankhun made us watch with him. I think we watched it three times since it came out.” He leans his head back and sighs. “It’s really stupid, but I kind of missed those nights today, so I put it on.” He must see something fall on Vegas’ face because the hand on his thigh squeezes gently. “Don’t look like that. I like living here.” He smiles reassuringly. “It’s just… sometimes I miss the routine.”

Nodding, Vegas lets his fingers slide through the ones on his leg, returning the squeeze. “I get that.” For a while, they both watch the action show, hands remaining interlocked. That is, until Vegas suddenly feels something fall against his shoulder, warm breath tickling his throat. He, in turn, stops breathing for a moment, moving slowly to look down at Pete’s head, his cheek squished against Vegas’ body.

Well… he supposes they are sleeping on the couch today.

--- 04

Pete often accompanies him to the main house. While Vegas is dealing with either Korn or Kinn and sometimes Porsche - reluctantly, there’s so much history with everyone, but he doesn’t really have much of a choice - Pete leaves to see the other bodyguards or Tankhun. They always leave together, though, Pete always tells him to just text him or find him when he’s ready to head home. It always sends a small thrill through Vegas’ body, whenever Pete addresses their house as ‘home’ in front of the others. Even Macau comes with them sometimes, mostly to annoy Porsche or hang with his little brother. When those two even became friends is absolutely beyond Vegas, but he’s happy that his brother doesn’t seem lonely, even outside of his school friends.

Today though, Vegas went alone. Pete has come home late the night before. It happens from time to time, now that Vegas urged him to go to the movie marathons with Tankhun again. He never fails to come home, though, never fails to be there in the morning. But Vegas’ meeting with Kinn was very early, so he kept Pete’s room door closed and didn’t try to wake him. A shame really, because Vegas always feels infinitely more comfortable walking into the main house with Pete by his side. It feels less like his arrival before the attack. Less like he is supposed to pull a gun on the bodyguards greeting them. It reminds him that everything in his life has flipped on its head and that that might be a good thing. Yeah, Vegas doesn’t like going to the main house alone.

However, when he returns, the tense awkwardness still thrumming through him is almost worth it, because Pete is lying curled up on the couch, occasionally stretching towards the sun like a fucking cat. He has to stop in the door for a moment, has to take the sight in.

The thing is, Vegas isn’t easily flustered. His upbringing, his character, his life so far have done everything to assure that. He isn’t easily faced, isn’t easily surprised, caught off-guard.

Except when it comes to Pete.

Everything about Pete is a fucking enigma. He’s a puzzle that Vegas can’t seem to crack. And he has tried to crack him… both literally and figuratively. He doesn’t really like to think about that.

Here and now, though, Pete shuffles around, pushes his face deeper into his arm and Vegas has to swallow.

Macau finds him like this, just standing in the door, still dressed, shoes and jacket on, staring at Pete like he’s a particularly hard maths equation. He opens his mouth to say something and Vegas’ body moves on its own, throwing a finger up to his own mouth and shushing his brother. They have a silent conversation, mostly comprised of raising eyebrows and up- and downturned lips respectively, until Vegas tries to push Macau away, but Macau side-steps him and throws him a grin, while he takes out his phone.

He sneaks closer to Pete and leans down to snap a couple of pictures, changing angles and everything. Vegas can’t help but chuckle, because seriously, what sort of bodyguard wouldn’t wake-

“Are you done? Can I get up now?” They both freeze as Pete’s voice rings out in the room, Macau almost stumbling onto his ass from his crouched position. “Because I know I’m adorable, but really? A dozen pictures?” His eyes open, way more alert than they should be for someone allegedly asleep, as he stretches, still lying down.

Macau clears his throat, putting his phone away. “When did you wake up?”

“When your brother came home.” Pete hums and Macau grumbles under his breath and leaves the room with a roll of his eyes. Pete only laughs to himself, eyes moving to Vegas with raised eyebrows. “And why were you just staring at me?”

Ah. This Vegas can do. With a smirk, he moves closer and leans over Pete, a hand propped onto the back of the couch. “Maybe I just like watching you sleep?” The smile slips from Pete’s lips slightly, turns almost a little coy, his eyes softening, becoming hooded. Vegas’ heart starts to beat a little faster as he remembers a similar look back at the safe house. Similar, but slightly different. Freer, lighter, Pete’s eyes seem to sparkle a little, not as dull as they have been back then.

“And why is that?” As Vegas looks down at him, he’s a little lost for words. Because if he thought Pete was beautiful at the safe house, now he is positively divine. He feels the gentle tap of fingers against his cheek, mapping a path into his hair and he almost leans further down, tempted to close the gap between them. Instead, Pete’s coy smile turns into a grin and, suddenly, he flicks Vegas’ forehead, making him flinch, the charged moment over. He lets out a frustrated huff, but Pete’s laugh might be worth it. “Did you bring food?” Amused despite himself, Vegas nods his head and heads towards the kitchen, Pete following him eagerly. “What did you bring?”

They divide the food up and call Macau to eat. And if Vegas receives a message from his brother, while they are talking at the table, with just a bunch of pictures and the caption 'You're welcome’, well then Pete will never find out.

--- 05

The morning after the first night they slept together in one bed, Vegas wakes up to a warmth against his back and a heavy arm slung around his waist. He blinks the sleep from his eyes and frowns when he sees the time on the watch on his bedside table. He tries to move, managing to sit up slightly, but the arm won't let him get far, only tightens around him, holding him in place. "Pete," he tries in a quiet voice, but only feels the shake of a head against his back. "Pete, I have to go."

"Nooooo…" The half-asleep whine is accompanied by a press between his shoulder blades and he can only imagine it being Pete's face since there is absolutely no way for him to turn around. "Where you goin'?" The mumble is barely coherent.

A little helpless, Vegas remains frozen, his arms starting to strain from holding him up awkwardly. "I have a meeting with Korn. It's about one of the gangs."

"But whyyy." Another whine and Vegas is quite sure that his heart doubles in size. "Too early."

He chuckles, lets himself sink down again, to be held entirely against Pete's chest. "It's noon, Pete."

There is a beat of silence and then a groan. "Oh." Reluctantly, the arm is pulled away and Vegas is free to sit up. He hesitates for a moment, missing the weight of it but another glance at the watch makes him sigh and he shuffles his feet to the floor. Stretching his arms above his head, he cracks his neck and looks behind him when he hears a small squeak. Pete's face is the slightest bit red and his eyes snap up, from where he was observing Vegas' naked back, to his eyes. "Shut up," Pete grumbles before Vegas can even say anything and he whacks him with a pillow when he sees the smirk on Vegas' face. "Go. Leave, be important."

With a chuckle, Vegas stands from the bed and moves towards his wardrobe. He pulls out a pair of jeans and is about to pull them over his legs when he makes the mistake of turning around one more time. Because Pete is using one hand to rub the sleep from his eyes, the other one clutched into the blanket pooling around his waist. He is wearing a shirt that belongs to Vegas and as he looks up at him, eyes bleary, lips just shy of a sleepy smile, Vegas gives up. "You know what?" He says slowly, letting the jeans drop to the floor. "Fuck Korn." And with a jump, he dives back into the bed, back into Pete's arms, who welcomes him with a loud laugh.

#this might seem ooc #but i based it on the vegas and pete we saw at the hospital scene #so the relationship is still very much off-balance and slowly returning to normal #soon they will be the bondage-enthused maniacs again don't worry #also Pete might be the mom friend #but Vegas is very much in charge of cooking #don't let my ramen-addicted boy near the stove #you WILL regret it #vegaspete #petevegas #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #will i ever get over that show and that couple?#i doubt it #thai bl #bl drama #darawrites

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agmapansa3008 · 2 years

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When Vegas runs after Gun’s death, in the novel, Pete remembers two things:

Vegas telling him that he knows that Pete will never choose him over his responsibility to the main family

His tattoo: No legacy is so rich as honesty

And then he does what Vegas didn’t believe. He chooses Vegas over the main family. Because the legacy of staying with them would mean nothing if Pete remained dishonest to himself and his true feelings.

While the show did truly everything better for VegasPete than the novel (reading their chapters was actually pretty distressing) and this scene was incredibly impactful overall - because we see Pete struggle to make this decision, we see him accept his feelings for Vegas - the connection to the tattoo was honestly pretty cool so I sort of missed it.

#vegaspete #petevegas #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche the novel #darawrites

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agmapansa3008 · 2 years

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VegasPete Epilogue: Tied Up In You

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Part 3 of my Epilogue Series:

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Pete was… nervous.

What he had planned was entirely new territory, he had never really seduced anyone before. Never really felt the need before. Now, though, three months into living with Vegas and Macau, he was all too ready to give it a chance.

Because Vegas wouldn’t touch him.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. They did touch, they were close, arguably closer than they had ever been. They even slept together in one bed now, Pete’s former room becoming nothing more than a guest room - usually for Tankhun, when the oldest Theerapanyakul felt like visiting Pete and utterly annoying Vegas. More often than not, they woke up tangled together or with one lying half atop the other. They also kissed here and there to show affection, to show intimacy. And sometimes to gross out Macau.

So there was touch, a lot of touch even. But not… touch.

No intimately charged, lingering kisses, no wandering hands, no - and Pete still had some reservations thinking about the thrill even the thought sent through him - ropes. He wasn’t even sure why. Until recently, the need for sex hadn’t seemed as important. Their relationship - as unorthodox as it had started - was still kind of fresh. At times, they still had some awkward moments, rare as they were getting. Moments marred by their questionable history and really the history of the Theerapanyakul family in general.

But now, three months into their cohabitation, with Vegas almost fully healed and Macau away on a school trip, it was the perfect time for that to change, in Pete’s opinion.

So he chose a day when neither of them had major commitments, waited for Vegas to relax on the couch with a book in the evening and rather unceremoniously sat himself right in his lap. Vegas, for his part, blinked up at him for a moment, one hand immediately moving to Pete’s waist, while the other closed the book. “Hi?”

“Hi.” Pete’s voice, a little breathy from nerves, came out quieter than he had planned and when Vegas only raised his eyebrows at him, he actively had to calm himself down, or he might have bolted. But no, he was a man with a plan and he intended to follow through. Reaching for the book in Vegas’ hand, he gently pulled it away and put it down on the couch next to them. He kept their eyes locked throughout, not even breaking the contact when he finally leaned down and caught Vegas’ lips in a slow kiss. He felt him smile against Pete’s lips, felt Vegas’ now freed hand join the other one, both kneading into his hips, just shy of painful, just shy of the pressure he had used at the safe house. But Pete wanted more.

His own hands, formerly propped against the back of the couch, drew forward, one carding through Vegas’ hair, while the other grabbed the side of his neck to pull his head further up, to angle the kiss deeper. He leaned in then, relaxed his legs, until he was fully seated in Vegas’ lap, their bodies flush together. He felt Vegas’ gasp more than he heard it and used the opening to let his tongue explore, sighing when he felt Vegas’ tongue meet it, yearning to hear more of those beautiful sounds. The kiss grew heavy, Vegas’ hands wandering down to Pete’s ass, using his grasp to pull him even closer. He could feel excitement pool in his stomach, could feel his heart race. “Pete.” The name left in a whisper almost lost between their moving lips, but it caused Pete to thrust down, start a small rhythm that pulled out another gasp from Vegas. "Wait, wait, Pete stop."

Stop? Why would he- It took a second to register what Vegas had said, but when it did, Pete immediately stopped and pulled away, eyes wide in worry. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Vegas was breathing heavily, hands tightening and releasing in Pete’s clothes, but he wouldn’t look at Pete, which only heightened his anxiety. “Vegas, hey?” He tried to slide off his lap, tried to put some distance between them, but that only seemed to add to Vegas’ distress. Swallowing down the panic he was feeling himself, Pete quickly leaned forward and pulled Vegas into a hug. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry. What did I do? Can I help?” He was rambling, heart racing for entirely different reasons than just a few moments ago. But this was scaring him.

“I’m sorry.” The quiet English words didn’t help much. Vegas’ voice was small, uncharacteristically so, but Pete was able to breathe a little easier when he felt Vegas hug him back, arms winding around his waist.

Shaking his head, Pete started to brush a hand over Vegas’ hair, to calm Vegas or himself, he wasn’t quite sure. “No, no, no. You have nothing to be sorry for, yeah?” He leaned back a little, cupped Vegas’ face between his hands. “If anything, I’m sorry.” Vegas shook his head in protest, leaning his head back with a sigh, so Pete let his hands slide to the sides of his neck. His stomach was tying itself into painful knots because Vegas looked incredibly uncomfortable and still wouldn’t meet his eyes. He couldn’t help the way his hands were trembling against Vegas’ skin, the way his heart was growing heavy in confusion and… hurt. Something had been festering in the back of his mind for a while. A thought that came back louder now, Pete swallowing nervously as he finally let himself think about it. Why exactly they haven’t been all over each other. “Is- is it me?” He didn’t like how unsure his voice came out. “Are you… not attracted to me anymore?” But his thoughts kept spiralling even more, as he leaned away, as far as Vegas’ arms allowed it. Have you ever been attracted to me? Or was I just… there? Easy, accessible… Vegas was staring at him with wide eyes now, but he wasn’t sure how to read the look. “Which would be fine, I guess.” He really wasn’t fine. Of course, he would never force Vegas into anything, but his hands fell to his sides, as the thoughts took root, his insecurity heightening. Maybe that was all he had been. No, but Vegas had said that he… he said that he loved Pete, right? But what if he hadn’t meant romantically? What if he hadn’t meant it the way Pete meant it, even if he hadn’t said it out loud before? Now that he was thinking about it, it was Pete who had kissed Vegas after the hospital. What if they had started living together and Vegas had realised that he wasn’t really in love with Pete, but only thankful because Pete showed him sympathy when he needed it most? And now he was stuck with Pete living in his home, playing happy family, when really he just wanted to go out and have fun with someone - anyone - else? What if-

“Pete.” Oh great and now Vegas was laughing at him. Stung, Pete tried once more to stand from his lap, but Vegas was still holding strong, pulling him closer even. “Pete.” A kiss was pressed against his trembling lips, his head guided upwards by the chin, when he tried to hide. Vegas kissed him, until he stopped trembling, until the tension melted away and his body melted against Vegas’ once more, soft kiss after soft kiss. With a shuddering breath, Pete leaned his forehead against Vegas’ shoulder, cursing them both for being such utter messes. Truly, two broken people found each other in the most bizarre of ways. Their lives could easily be made into a problematic novel. Small kisses were trailed over his cheek, his chin, his neck, until Pete twitched away, ticklish. And with a last kiss to his forehead, Vegas leaned back, angling Pete’s head up again to look into his eyes. “Pete, of course, I’m attracted to you.” Another kiss. “I’ve always been attracted to you.” And another kiss.

Snorting, Pete rolled his eyes but stayed put, stayed close. “Now, you’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not.” Keeping their eyes locked, Vegas smiled a kind of smile that was still a little rare. Open, earnest and utterly devastating to Pete’s heart. “I told you before, that I’ve seen you looking at me. Seen you, watch me.” He kissed the flush blooming high on Pete’s cheekbones, lips lingering on the heated skin. “But I don't think you realised what I meant at the time. I remember the day you started working for the main house.” The words were whispered into his ear, Vegas’ hands sliding underneath Pete’s shirt, flexing against his naked skin. “Your hair was shorter then, your body thinner. The first time I saw you, was on that first day. Father had me attend one of his meetings and there you were, hand clutched around your weapon as if it was the first time you ever held one.” Pete shuddered, both at the memory, because he remembered that day all too clearly, but also at the teeth against his ear, the tongue against his neck. “I kept feeling your eyes on me but every time I looked back, you quickly shifted away. I remember thinking how adorable you were, the new baby bodyguard of the main family, blushing because he was caught staring.”

“Not fair,” Pete mumbled, embarrassed and a little breathless as Vegas’ teeth joined his tongue on Pete’s neck. “The shirt you were wearing back then was nearly see-through, how was I supposed to look at anything else?”

The laugh that was huffed against his skin sounded delighted. “Remind me to wear it more often then.” They held each other for a silent moment, Pete basking in the warmth of Vegas’ arms, breathing in the comforting scent of his clothes, his cologne, his skin. “I never acted on it, because you were forbidden fruit. The way I was raised, me and Macau were raised, you were what stood between us and the enemy. The hatred was trained into us. You were a pretty obstacle, but I was never allowed to see you as human. Until you forced me to see you as one.” Tightening the hold, he pulled Pete against him, the hand on the back of his neck anchoring in its restriction. “Forced me to reevaluate everything I thought I knew about myself. About my family, my life.”

Pete didn’t know whether to apologise or to take it as a thank you. He hoped that Vegas was happy with the change, needed Vegas to be happy with it. He didn’t want to disrupt this closeness, would have gladly stayed like this all evening, but he was still confused. Worried by Vegas’ reaction. So he leaned back a bit, only far enough to be able to look at him. “Vegas… Then why-”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. Trust me, I do.” Trying for a leer, Vegas’ smile tampered off into a faint grimace. “But Pete, the last time we started sleeping together… you… well…”

And oh. What did it say about Pete, that he hadn’t even thought about the connection? Truthfully, in his mind, there was no real connection between the sex and him leaving. He didn’t leave, because they started sleeping together. Not really. But how was he meant to explain that, he wondered with a sigh. “Vegas. The times we slept together, the times we talked, got to know each other, when you brought me ramen… they made me happy. Happy but also confused.” It was an uncomfortable topic for the both of them, so Pete tried to distract them a bit by playing with Vegas’ hair. “Confused, because afterwards, you would leave and once you left the room, it was like the progress we made didn’t matter. Like I was back to being just a prisoner. And every time you returned, there was a big chance that you would treat me like one again. It…” He hated that he had to say this, hated that he would hurt Vegas, so he continued to touch him, continued to reassure them both that things had changed. “It scared me, Vegas. Never knowing which version of you would come in. I liked the version I got to know so much, but the one who would degrade me was terrifying.”

“I’m sorry.” Sincere as they were, Pete didn’t want to hear those words anymore, tried to shake his head, but he looked into Vegas’ eyes when his head was angled forward. “I promise that I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I promise that I will cherish you, Pete. I-”

“I know.” Smiling, Pete leaned down to press a small kiss to his lips. “I know you will. And I want to try this, I want to make this work. I just…” He hesitated, a little embarrassed. “I just want to take care of you. You and Macau.”

He was prepared for teasing, maybe even laughter. Prepared to be called mom or dad again. But Vegas just pulled him in again, fingers gently holding his cheeks to return the kiss. “And I want to take care of you.” Then, only when he saw Pete’s big smile, a teasing glint entered his eyes. “Because you will surely die on your own, with your ramen diet and awful tracking skills.”

“Oy!” Hitting his chest, still careful to avoid any bullet scars, Pete laughed. “I don’t only eat ramen, but the food you were giving me was so bland that the hedgehog could have eaten it.” To his credit, Vegas only let out a snort until they were both grinning at each other like mildly deranged idiots. “Also, I’ll have you know… I’m excellent at tracking… just not you. Might I remind you that I did manage to infiltrate the minor family home and if it hadn't been for that traitor Ken, I would have gotten out as well.” Again, he wondered what it said about him that he didn't really regret being caught. When he found himself lost in what ifs, the thought of them never connecting before the attack on the family, frightened him. He didn’t like to think about all the worse ways it could have ended.

Vegas looked at him for a while, not in disbelief, but more in curiosity. “You have always been a puzzle to me,” he finally said, eyebrows crinkling in thought, maybe in memory. “You always seemed so… goofy. Whenever I visited the main house.” He soothed the tease by tucking Pete’s hair behind his ears, a motion he had adopted, ever since that first time in the kitchen. “That big grin of yours, always present, sometimes you seemed like a klutz around the other bodyguards.” He must have noticed Pete's face slowly shifting into an offended scowl because he quickly continued with a chuckle. "But then you rose through the ranks so quickly and I knew that there had to be more behind that sunshine exterior. Not just anybody would be assigned as head bodyguard. Especially Tankhun’s.” Fingers already next to Pete’s ears, Vegas started a slow massage behind them, smiling when Pete shuddered and nuzzled into the touch. “You fascinate me every day, Pete. Trust that I want you. In my life, in my home, in my bed, any way you will allow me.”

Pete leaned forward to kiss him again, mimicking Vegas’ gentle fingers to angle his head just right. “Vegas…” He knew he hadn’t said it before, but his heart felt like it was overflowing, sitting here in Vegas’ lap, not quite as he had imagined the night going, but infinitely happy how far they had gotten either way. “Vegas, I love you.” He leaned in for another kiss, needed to be as close as possible as the nerves thrummed through his body. “I love you,” he said again in a whisper, nerves making way for happiness when he felt Vegas kiss back, hurried and almost a little frantic, his hands back on Pete’s hips as he attempted to fuse their bodies apparently.

Pete’s name was mumbled between their lips, interrupted by more kisses, though Vegas branched out to kiss all over Pete’s face. “Careful. You will make it impossible to let you leave.”

Winding his arms around Vegas’ neck, Pete leaned their foreheads together and smiled brightly. “You ask me to trust you, so trust me that I don’t plan on going anywhere.” He rejoiced when Vegas returned the smile with one of his warm, open ones. “But,” Managing to slide off Vegas’ lap this time, Pete stood and grabbed his hands, pulling him to his feet as well. “Emotions exhaust me, so I’m afraid I’m only up for some cuddles now.” His voice was laced with so much theatrical drama, Tankhun would have been proud and Vegas rolled his eyes at him, but interlaced their fingers and tugged Pete towards the stairs.

He grinned then, a little of the smirk that Pete knew all too well back in the upturn of his lips. “How about a bath then? That not too exhausting for you?” He laughed when he saw Pete’s eyes light up and with a headshake, he was being dragged into the spacious bathroom.

#believe it or not #i started writing this with the full intention of ending it in smut #but the boys apparently weren't quite ready yet #huh #soon though #soon #vegaspete #petevegas #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #thai bl #bl drama #darawrites #since these entries are all pretty short #i keep on posting them on tumblr as well #i think they are a good quick read

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agmapansa3008 · 2 years

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It’s the way Pete seems slightly hurt and unsure when Vegas asks him why he’s still there, so Vegas immediately offers his hand to show him that he’s just confused and not displeased by his presence for me

#i can't even count how often I have watched that last scene anymore #i'm currently at work and just watched it again #home office sure #but i should definitely be working #instead I'm writing this post #oh well #vegaspete #petevegas #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche finale #thai bl #bl drama #darawrites

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agmapansa3008 · 2 years

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VegasPete

I felt... inspired by one of my posts.

Read at your own discretion:

“Please.” Pete’s voice was hoarse, choked up, and Vegas leaned up to lick away the teardrops on his cheek. He has been keeping Pete on the edge for hours and it seemed the breaking point was near. “Vegas, please.”

“Shhhhh…” With a smile, Vegas slowed his thrusts, kept them deep and torturous. Pete let out a whine, more tears leaking out, as his hands tried to break free of the rope. “No, no, no. It’s okay, just breathe.” A few quick, hard pushes followed and Pete’s breath hitched, his mouth falling open. “Come on, Pete. Don’t you want to last just a little bit longer?”

“No…” His cock was flushed, has been rock hard for so long, his body littered with marks. He was the most beautiful thing Vegas has ever seen. He slowed again, waited for Pete to gather his thoughts. “No, Vegas, I… yellow.”

The word was bitten out, sounded like a reluctant defeat, but Vegas immediately slowed to a stop and cupped Pete’s face between his hands. “Pete, hey look at me.” When those pretty brown eyes opened, pupils blown wide, Vegas smiled gently and leaned down to press a small kiss to his lips. “Do you want to stop? Or do you want to come?” Pete’s eyebrows knit together, his breathing coming a bit harsher and Vegas moved one hand to rest against his throat, applying a bit of pressure. “It’s okay. We can stop. Tell me what you need.”

Pete blinked up at him, breathing measuring out. He pulled against the restraints again and Vegas quickly pulled the rope from the hook holding Pete’s arms up.

“You need me to unbind you?”

Pete shook his head, but struggled to bring his bound arms up around Vegas’ neck. “Please.”

Smiling Vegas leaned down for a longer kiss, one hand stroking into Pete’s hair, before he helped him place his arms around his shoulders. “You wanna come?” Pete nodded his head frantically, pulling Vegas closer. “Okay, okay.” Reaching between them, Vegas gently released the cockring trapping Pete and gave him a few gentle tugs. Pete’s entire body tensed up and he let out a shuddering breath.

“Come in me,” he mumbled, voice quiet.

A little surprised, Vegas looked down at him. Pete usually didn’t like the sensation. “You sure?”

“Please.”

“Okay, love.” Needing to adjust their position, Vegas gently moved out of Pete, earning another whine. “Shh… patience.” He pulled Pete against him and manhandled them both into a sitting position, himself leaning against the bed frame. Pete leaned into him, arms still around his shoulders, face hidden in Vegas’ neck. “Okay, babe?” The second Pete nodded, Vegas started to thrust upwards, starting up slow, but quickly gaining speed as Pete’s voice started to rise. With Pete securely in his lap, Vegas placed one hand on his nape to ground him, as the other reached down. The second Vegas’ hand started to stroke his cock, Pete choked out a moan and bit down on Vegas’ neck. “You wanna come?” He could feel Pete’s hair against his cheek, as the other nodded, so he sped up both the movement of his hand and his thrusts. More tears dropped onto his shoulder and Vegas turned his head to press a kiss against Pete’s cheek. “Come on then.” Taking a second to lick his hand, he moved it back down and started to stroke Pete in earnest. “Come for me, love.”

And with another bite to Vegas’ neck, Pete spilt all over Vegas’ hand and their stomachs. As he constricted around Vegas’ dick it only took a couple more thrusts for Vegas to follow him over the edge. Pete shuddered against him, pressing close as a last moan left his lips and he slumped into Vegas’ arms to just breathe.

Vegas gathered him close, pressed a couple of kisses against Pete’s face and hair. He gave him a few moments to come down, to calm down. “You okay?”

The groan he heard sounded much more like the Pete he knew. “Fuck. You broke me.”

Vegas laughed as he pulled Pete’s hands forward to untie him. He rubbed Pete’s wrists gently and pressed a kiss to the chafing. “I believe we found your limit.”

Pete made a face, slumping forward again. “I didn’t call red,” he mumbled, sounding almost petulant.

“And let's hope you never have to.” Chuckling, Vegas moved Pete’s hair out of his face and kissed him. “Bath?”

“Please.”

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Pete let out a long sigh, as he leaned his back against Vegas’ chest, the warm water doing wonders for his shaky limbs. “How long was it?”

“Hmm.” Vegas peppered his neck with a couple of kisses, smiling into his skin. “I left you for half an hour with the vibe. Then two I think.”

“Damn.” Huffing, Pete started to play with Vegas’ fingers, leaning his head to the side to make room for Vegas’ lips. “Felt longer. Couldn’t take it anymore. Thought I was delirious.”

“That’s okay.” Vegas smiled, rubbing his free hand over Pete’s stomach. “You did so good, love.”

Pete turned his head with a bright grin. “I did, didn’t I?”

Rolling his eyes at the shift in attitude, Vegas huffed out a laugh. “Yes, yes, you did.”

“Good enough for ramen?”

With a groan, Vegas pressed his forehead against Pete’s shoulder. “Fine. But you’re getting salad for dinner.”

“Ugh, fine.”

#eehm #yeah #this is whelp #anyway #vegaspete #petevegas #darawrites #keeping it in the vegaspete tag again #anway have fun?

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There’s many things I want from VegasPete, but one of the most prominent monkey-brain moments was my initial thought of: (NSFW following)

Edging.

The best combination of torture and sex.

I want Vegas to edge Pete for hours, get him to the brink again and again and again until Pete is sobbing. Eat him out, blow him, fuck his mouth, use toys, everything. And when Pete is an absolute begging mess, I want Vegas to fuck him sloppy but forbid Pete to touch himself. Pete is either coming on Vegas’ dick or Vegas pulls out and finishes them both off in one hand, but absolutely not before that.

#i don't often share my filthy ideas #but this one is just too ingrained into my brain #just edging + vegaspete #the perfect fucking combination #pete will probably pass out again #and then he will beg vegas to do it again #okay that's it #that's the post #sorry about that #vegaspete #darawrites #keeping it in the vegaspete tag

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VegasPete: Thoughts on the Pool Scene™

@blues-tunes I hope you don’t mind that I’m doing a separate post, because I wouldn’t be able to fit anything into those tumblr comments xD

First up, thank you for not wanting to spoil, that’s very considerate! But also, the way my bestie and I were watching that show was essentially frothing at the mouth in wait for the next episode, so I definitely watched the finale the minute I was able to get my little hands on it in Germany.

And I’ll take any and all prompts to ramble about my obsessions, so thank you for that as well. Also I assume you meant episode 14? I apologize in advance for the rambling mess that this will be, but if you didn't mean that pool scene, please tell me!

But yes, omg the Pool Scene™. How do I even start, man, it killed me. Bible and Build just absolutely acted their little butts off and delivered.

The thing that struck me the most, I think, was the sheer desperation, not only from Vegas - who, let’s face it, lost everything he truly lived for, because being his father’s puppet was the only thing he was good for, in his own eyes - but Pete’s desperation, as well. I’m gonna need to branch out and go back a little for this. Let’s take it from Pete’s view for a moment. Escaping Vegas was a miserable affair, not because he wanted to stay, but because he hated himself for not wanting to leave. To go back to him hitting himself - something he specifically told Vegas not to do, because hurting himself was useless, just a few days prior -, punishing himself for enjoying his time with Vegas and then escaping while crying because he didn’t necessarily want to hurt Vegas, but Vegas was hurting him. Everything in him was a mess because he was craving something that logically should repulse him. I wonder how often young Pete had hurt himself like Vegas, while his father was abusing him. How often he felt that he wasn’t good enough because if he was, his father would love him right? Oh how I wonder, how long it took Pete to stop hurting himself and here he was, back at square one, because of an enemy.

(Vegas, meanwhile, in his own clumsy and absolutely emotionally fucked way, really thought that he was treating Pete the right way, really thought that he understood what they had. I’ve seen a ton of analyses of Vegas’ POV, how he thought that the humiliation, the riling each other up, the constant back and forth between them was their thing. He thought that was their relationship. He attacked, Pete fought back, the tension snapped and… well they fucked. Let’s face it here, what would Vegas understand of actual love and relationships? How fucking quickly did he imprint on Pete like a baby duckling? Pete was nice to him once and Vegas bloomed under that like a fucking dandelion in concrete. We only see two other instances of relationships in the show, Tawan and Porsche. Tawan was absolutely just a tool. There was absolutely zero emotion whatsoever in that relationship from Vegas’ side. Porsche, while maybe a little more sincere, was mainly a way to get under Kinn’s skin. I am still pondering to this day if Vegas would have shot Porsche in that last scene. I am honestly not sure. I think he liked Porsche well enough, but if it got him what he thought he wanted, what he thought he needed - namely his father’s approval and the victory over the major family - I think he would have shot him. But hah, guess who he couldn’t shoot just mere moments later? Pete. He couldn’t hurt Pete. He didn’t even fight back when Pete started beating him. What did he do? He kissed him to distract him, told him he loves him and then left after his father. Why? The novel told us. Vegas was absolutely 100% sure that Pete would never choose him over his duty to the main family. He was certain of that. So he left to fulfil what he believed was his own duty. Because what else would he do? There was nothing else without Pete. But speaking of, back to Pete:)

So Pete escaped and had barely any time to cope with everything that happened before he was confronted with Vegas again, with his own feelings for Vegas and Vegas’ feelings for him. You can see my thoughts on that apology scene here, it also absolutely killed me. And after that, the attack happens. He sees Vegas again, is reminded once more that they are supposed to be enemies, has a chance to get revenge, to hurt Vegas back and, man, he hates every second of it. He’s crying while he’s punching the man who tortured him for days. I can’t even begin to imagine the fucking turmoil he has to feel inside. And Vegas doesn’t fight back. He apologizes again, he quite literally puts his own life in Pete’s hands if things go south, he kisses him and then he leaves. What Pete sees next is Gun dead and Vegas unhinged. He’s scared that he will have to do what Vegas asked him to. Scared, because he doesn’t know if he would do it because it’s his duty as a bodyguard to the major family, or because Vegas asked him to. Scared, because he’s unsure if he’d be able to do it at all. But Vegas leaves and Pete does what Vegas thought was impossible. “No legacy is so rich as honesty”. The major family may be his legacy, but his honesty is Vegas. His honesty is his feelings for Vegas and he can no longer deny them because if he does it will destroy them both.

And it nearly does. In contrast to him shooting Porsche, I am, without a single doubt sure that Vegas would have shot himself if Pete hadn’t followed him. Because he keeps on saying it in the show. He has nothing left. No purpose of his own, the strings his father had on him have been cut and he is plummeting to the ground. He doesn’t know what to live for. He lived for his father, he might have lived for Pete, but again, Pete would never choose him right, Pete is better off without him, right? He could live for Macau, but Macau is young, Macau is probably better off without the influence their father and Vegas himself had over him, as well. Macau would be treated well by the major family, Macau would have a good life. So really, what is left? He would have taken the shot, I truly believe that.

But Pete does follow him. Pete finds him just in time and in time Vegas will be relieved that he did, but first, he’s angry. Because finally, finally, this was something that he could choose for himself. Something that wasn’t decided for him, but someone intervenes again. He’s angry and terrified. I honestly don’t know if the English subs were correct, but I love that he says “There’s nothing left” instead of “There’s no one left”. Because while people can bring meaning into someone’s life, it’s much easier to live without people than to live without purpose in general. Vegas, in his own mind, has truly nothing left. For all he knows, Pete is just here to drag him back to face the justice of the major family.

So when Pete says “I’m here”, Vegas’ first instinct is to react with coldness, to react with icy anger. “Why did you follow me, we both know you would never choose me over them!” But when Pete hugs him, when Pete starts crying, the ice breaks. Vegas breaks, just how he broke when Pete touched him back when they held the funeral for the hedgehog (and boy am I not over that yet either) and the anger turns to desperation and grief. The accusation of “Why did you follow me, we both know you would never choose me over them” turns into “Why did you follow me, I AM NOT WORTH IT. Leave, get back to them, because I am nothing.”

And now it’s Pete’s turn to react in anger because “how dare you say you have nothing left, when you haunted me for months. Told me you loved me. I am right here, I chose you, can’t you see me?” But what they have is so incredibly fragile. What they have is so riddled with misunderstood gestures and reactions, with so many flaws. So Pete, who hates feeling used like a pet, hates feeling like he’s nothing more than a toy to Vegas, who hurt himself over enjoying what they had, what he thought they had, what he wished they had, fought to get out of it by hurting them both, reverts back into that position with barely any hesitation. That’s what I mean with Pete’s desperation. He’s so desperate to keep Vegas alive, to keep Vegas by his side, that he denies himself his own humanity. If what will keep Vegas from leaving, is Pete being his toy, then he will endure it. Really, that alone is way more important for me, than Pete resigning from his bodyguard duties. Yes, the major family is his family, he left his family for Vegas, that’s already a huge fucking deal. But he left his own integrity as well. Was willing to sacrifice his own humanity, again something he physically fought for, for Vegas to remain living and to remain by his side. That’s one hell of a fucking love confession if you ask me. (Now is that healthy? Hell no, but nothing about those two is healthy so shhhh, it’s a show, we know it’s toxic, bla bla bla. Do I still love it, hell yeah, I do)

And Vegas, our sweet idiotic Vegas, tries to push him away again. And here, right then, I believe it’s an attempt to save Pete from him. “Can’t someone else take you to eat?” You have other people, Pete, you don’t need me. So Pete hammers it home. Calls himself Vegas’ pet out loud this time, reminds him that Vegas told him he loves him, asked him to stay by his side, that Vegas wanted them to remain together. So why is he pushing him away now, when Pete is finally willing to give him what he wants (but really only what Pete believes Vegas wants). “If you won’t live for yourself, then at least have the decency to take responsibility and live for me!” And finally he sees Vegas hesitate, finally he sees him consider. So he softens his tone, asks Vegas to please look at him, to see his sincerity, to see that Pete means it. (To see the love in his eyes, not spoken verbally, but there without a doubt.)

And Vegas does and for a short moment, they are allowed to smile at each other. For a short moment, they are both allowed to feel relief, to let the tension, the fear, the desperation seep out of them. And then Vegas gets shot and Pete’s first instinct is raging revenge. Again, I’ve seen so many posts about Pete’s gut reaction being to kill a colleague without a single ounce of hesitation and that again is such an indicator for how deep his feelings are running. He had Vegas at gunpoint three times after he escaped and he was never able to take the shot. But there’s not a single second of hesitation now. Also Build just fucking killed that scene? The crying, the screaming? I had fucking chills. I was so so so glad, that I had spoilers for this one thing, that I knew that the show went the same route as the novel and that Vegas would survive because otherwise, I would have bawled my eyes out.

But yes, of course, Vegas survives and we get the hospital epilogue. And I know you only mentioned the pool scene, but really the epilogue ties in so well because it’s a continuation of their conversation by the pool in the best way possible. Because Vegas repeats that he has nothing left, but here, after a near-death experience with both Macau and Pete by his side, it sounds less sure. Sounds more like an “I have nothing left right now, but I might in the future if you teach me how.” And Pete, who hasn’t left his side at the hospital at all, if Vegas' confusion about his whereabouts at the beginning is anything to go by, assures him that he only followed his heart. That right there, by Vegas' side, is where he belongs. And Vegas finally admits that Pete should have never been just a pet to him. Hasn’t been just a pet to him for a long while and never will be again. Finally, finally, both Vegas and Pete are able to be honest and true to their feelings. Finally, they are able to heal together.

#hoh boy #this is a long one #i'm so sorry #apparently a few months later i have still a lot to say about those two messy messy characters #i still love them dearly #but yes #the pool scene #man what a scene it was #absolutely unhinged #i loved every second of it #vegaspete #petevegas #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #be on cloud #thai bl #bl drama #darawrites

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Some VegasPete Dynamic Thoughts

As much as I love the DomSub dynamic we got for VegasPete (because yeah, while Pete hated feeling like a pet/an object, I do still believe that he liked the actual submission part), I can’t help but wonder about certain situations were Vegas could enjoy being submissive for once. There’s an appeal to submission, a certain relief of letting go, of letting someone you trust take charge. One of the problems in the initial start to their (sexual) relationship was that lack of trust and, I could imagine, probably a lack of aftercare. Vegas isn’t a Dom, not an experienced one, at least I don’t read him as such. He will learn and he will be able to take care of Pete in the long run, because he wants to treasure Pete, so I think the aftercare will start to come naturally. But as of now, he’s not used to the softer sides of sex.

But back to Vegas being submissive. With his anger and trust issues, submitting won’t come easy to him, but I think where the show left off, we could see a possible development in that direction. Really, we saw it a little, before he got shot. He fought against Pete, but in the end, Pete made him turn around. Vegas wanted to listen to Pete.

So imagine a scenario where Vegas is incredibly high-strung. Something happened that triggered his anger, his restlessness, his anxiety. Imagine him walking up to Pete and just saying his name, stressing it, giving it a certain meaning. Let’s say this isn’t the first time it happens, so Pete knows what that tone means, what Vegas needs. This isn’t about Vegas fucking Pete to get rid of all the pent-up energy, which is also something they often do. No, this is about Vegas needing to be put into a certain mindset. So Pete just raises his eyebrows and when Vegas nods, he leads him to their bedroom. There, Pete gently coaxes him to lie down and slowly adds a binding (rope, handcuffs, something that holds his hands) and blindfolds him.

This doesn’t have to be about pain, I honestly don’t believe that Vegas would be into receiving pain (whereas I do headcanon Pete as liking it to a certain degree). This is just about Vegas letting go, letting Pete take care of him. Now there’s a lot of trust here. Lacking motion of his hands and his sight isn’t something Vegas is comfortable with, having essentially been raised as a weapon in a war zone. But he trusts Pete unconditionally and he knows that Pete won’t let anything happen to him. So he relaxes into Pete’s touch, lets his guard down, his voice out.

Because Pete is safe and Pete won’t let him down.

#i just needed to write this down #i kinda see this happening #doesn't even need to be bottom!Vegas #Pete could just stroke him or blow him or ride him #really anything is possible #i just want Pete taking care of Vegas #and vice versa #i still want to write a full version of an after-care fic for those two #just Vegas making sure that Pete is okay after he's done with him #just my boys taking care of each other #that's all I want #vegaspete #petevegas #darawrites #keeping it in the vegaspete tag again

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See, but the sad thing is, Vegas thinks that Pete has accepted himself, but he truly, truly hasn’t. People who are truly happy in their lives, in their bodies, don’t say shit like “I live in the present”. Because they live in the past, in happy childhood memories and they live in the future, thinking about what they want for their lives, how they can make it better, how they can assure their long-term happiness. Pete doesn’t have happy memories of his childhood. He was forced into boxing by his abusive father, beaten whenever he failed and even beaten whenever he succeeded. And now? He’s a bodyguard, combining that boxing experience, with a job that’s life-threatening every day. And yes, he loves the main family, he loves the other bodyguards, but he’s still a bodyguard. His job is to literally throw himself in front of flying bullets. He’s a human shield. He doesn’t think about the future, because he could die any day and he would gladly do it. He’s not suicidal - at least not really, being broken down by Vegas doesn’t quite count - but he is ready to die for his job.

And well, we see in the episode that he’s really not accepted himself or his sexuality. “I don’t like it. Then why didn’t I say no.” It’s not a fact, he’s trying to reassure himself. Because it’s hard to accept that he liked what happened to him. Of course, not everything, never everything. But he liked Vegas and he liked sleeping with Vegas. And that’s not easy to accept, considering how it started.

Pete, in Vegas’s eyes, and everyone’s eyes really, is someone who has his shit together, who is sunshine incarnate. But oh, how wrong they all are.

#episode 13 was fucking brilliant #and totally destroyed me #i can't even fathom how good that show is #it's incredible #the actors #the characters #the scenes #everything is making me utterly feral #anyway have a pete analysis #because of course vegaspete are making me the most feral #vegaspete #petevegas #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche pete #darawrites

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VegasPete Epilogue: The Way To A Man's Heart Goes Through His Stomach

TW: Panic Attack, not too graphicly described, but be cautious!

Also on AO3

Vegas jumped slightly when he heard the front door fall shut, an immediate wave of self-hate accompanying the motion. The attack on the main family and almost dying had messed him up in more ways than he would ever admit to anyone, maybe even himself. He was still weak, having only left the med wing about a week ago and he was incredibly anxious, the smallest sounds needed to make him flinch. He was disgustingly relieved about the house they had gotten. He hated the charity, felt like a burden to people he detested on his best days, but the isolation was good. The silence, the lack of people, aside from a few selected bodyguards, was a God-sent. He thought back to the minor family mansion, to the people working for him and sneered at himself. A joke, he was a fucking joke, hiding away in the shadows. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

The spiralling feelings somehow both intensified and mellowed out, his chest growing tight when he saw Pete enter the kitchen, where Vegas had been eyeing the groceries on the kitchen island. “Oh, you’re home.” The small smile Pete showed him felt both undeserved and like a fucking miracle.

He tried to smile back, aware that it probably fell a bit short. “Where else would I be?”

Freezing a little, his eyes cautious, Pete slowly placed his bag on one of the bar stools. Vegas hated how careful he was around him, both scared at times and nervous. He couldn’t even be sure if he was nervous for himself or for Vegas. It was exhausting. “What did you do today?” Pete eventually asked, shoulders relaxing a little.

“Sleep mostly,” Vegas admitted, though he didn’t feel as ashamed of his uselessness when Pete smiled more genuinely, nodding his head, clearly pleased. Vegas let out a slow breath, his own shoulders feeling lighter, now that Pete was here. He liked to please Pete, it felt exhilarating in a completely different way to his late father. “Where’s Macau?”

Looking a little sheepish, Pete shifted from foot to foot. “He asked to have a sleepover with Chay, I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course.” Vegas frowned, confused by Pete’s hesitation. “I’m not his keeper.”

Pete leaned closer then, his hesitation even more obvious. “Vegas… you’ve been kind of…” He hummed in thought but didn’t lean away in fear, so Vegas thought that might be a win. “Overprotective of us? Ever since the attack. So I just wanted to make sure, you were cool with him staying the night.” Oh… He hadn’t even realised, closing in on himself a little. They haven’t really talked about the attack yet. Haven’t really talked about what Vegas had done to Pete’s family. What Pete had done for him. What he had said… Pete leaned forward and cupped Vegas’ hand underneath his own, smile growing a little wider, a little brighter. “It’s kind of cute.”

Well. Vegas couldn’t remember the last time he had fucking blushed, but he could feel his ears burn a little, even as he rolled his eyes. “Shut up.” When Pete only cackled, he couldn’t help but chuckle along. “I was grocery shopping, actually.”

“Oh?” For the first time since he entered the kitchen, Pete actually looked down at the counter. As realisation widened his eyes, he looked at Vegas, his mouth slightly open. “Khua Kling?”

Feeling a little foolish under Pete’s watchful eyes, Vegas tried to pull his hand away, but Pete held strong. Vegas cleared his throat. “Yeah and sweet pork.”

Pete’s fingers tightened, the breath he sucked in sounding almost painful. “How…?”

Well, here comes the embarrassment. He had known about the spicy dish of course because Pete had literally not shut up about it, even when he was still… well, before the attack. But the fact that he loved to eat it with sweet pork… “I might have asked Macau to ask...Tankhun.”

Pete snorted at the disdain in the name and when his hand left Vegas’, for a moment he was nervous that he had done something wrong. Pete, though, only stepped around the counter and, hesitating only a bumbling second, leaned in to press a small kiss against Vegas’ lips. “Thank you,” he mumbled against them and Vegas could feel the tingle of his smile.

The surprise had frozen him on the spot. They hadn’t kissed since the hospital, both still a little unsure in their relationship, despite living together with Macau like an established fucking family. At times it was awkward, at times it was the best feeling Vegas had ever felt. The way Pete was staring at him now, a little nervous, but with his pupils slightly dilated, made Vegas think back to their first night together, back at the safe house and he had to clear his throat again. “Yeah, whatever, you’re welcome.” He pushed Pete back a bit because he felt embarrassingly short of breath with him this close, but let his hand slide down to tangle their fingers together when Pete’s eyes started to dim with thoughts of rejection. Vegas would never make Pete feel rejected, if it killed him. He tried another smile, this one coming easier. “You want me to cook for you, or not?”

Though it was nothing compared to the grin that bloomed on Pete’s face. “Yes, sir!” He grabbed his bag and turned towards the door. “Get to it then, Mr Vegas, I will just run to take a shower.”

Snorting at the familiar title, Vegas waved him away. “Yes, go go, Mr Pete.” With Pete gone upstairs, he moved to set up his tablet and start it up. And just like that, the bowl that he had just grabbed, clattered loudly to the floor, the breath leaving his lungs fast enough to hurt. The female voice, tinny and muffled, cheerfully continued the recipe, while Vegas’ entire body started to shake, a phantom pain in his head almost bringing him to his knees. “Pete.” The name left in nothing more than a whispered breath, but grabbing the counter, he tried to straighten his trembling body. “Pete!” He heard something shuffle upstairs. “Pete!”

“Vegas!” The voice, it hit him like a punch to the gut. Pete was here, Pete hadn’t left. “Vegas, what’s wrong?” Hands were on him and if they hadn’t felt so familiar, Vegas would have probably lashed out. As it were, he remembered those calloused fingers, remembered the voice asking what was wrong again. So he latched onto him, held him tight enough that Pete might be hurting, but Vegas couldn’t stop himself.

“You’re here.” He pressed out between gritted teeth, hands moving up and down Pete’s body to make sure that he wasn’t hallucinating him. “You’re here.”

“I’m here,” Pete agreed, gathering Vegas just as close. “Vegas, I’m here, it’s okay.”

“Fuck.” Starting to calm down, breathing slowly returning to a manageable pace, Vegas still didn’t let go. “Sorry, I’m sorry.” With the panic ebbing away, it was like a dam broke and his voice broke into a sob. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Vegas, hey.” Pete cupped his face to look into his eyes. “I’m here, yeah? It’s okay, I’m here.” He leaned in to press a kiss against Vegas’ wet cheek, his own eyes filling with tears at the sight. “You’re okay. We’re okay.”

Vegas pressed his face into the crook of Pete’s neck and inhaled greedily, willing his body to stop fucking shaking. “You’re here,” he mumbled, again and again, and Pete just held him closer until the trembling slowly subsided. With his brain starting to function normally again, Vegas blinked when he realised what he was feeling against his cheek. “You’re naked,” he mumbled, squeezing Pete tightly when he heard him chuckle a little nervously.

“Not quite,” Pete answered, rubbing Vegas’ back and arms like he was calming down a cat. “Still got my boxers.” He waited a beat, listened to Vegas breathe and only spoke when it started to sound regular again. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“Can I not?” Vegas sighed, trying to pull back, but Pete kept him at an arm’s length. “Later?”

Pete nodded immediately, continuing to rub his arms. “You want me to order in? We could cook together tomorrow?”

“No.” Leaning down to grab the bowl from the floor, Vegas looked at the video that had stopped on his tablet. “I want to do this. For you. But can you stay here?”

“Of course!” Pete gifted him with a closed-eyed smile. “Let me just…” He moved the few steps towards the couch, grabbing a blanket that was lying on top and bundling himself into it. He sat down at the counter and looked at Vegas. “Do you want me to help?”

The sight of Pete, only covered by the blanket, made Vegas smile. He looked so homey… adorable. “No, it’s okay. Just keep me company.”

So Pete did and while Vegas started the video again, he leaned down to rest his chin on his crossed arms, while watching him. If Vegas’ eyes kept sneaking looks at him, almost as if he was making sure that Pete was still there, well then Pete wouldn’t mention it. At least not in the near future.

Someday, Vegas would tell Pete about the first time he had made Khua Kling for him. Someday, Pete would explain to Vegas why he had had to leave. Someday they would talk about the attack on the main family. Someday, they would be able to tease each other lightheartedly.

For now, though, Pete rejoiced in the fact that Vegas liked his favourite dish. As long as it was mostly sweet pork and only a little spicy curry, of course.

When it was time to sleep a few hours later, Pete completely ignored his own bedroom door and followed Vegas’ into his. There, he pushed Vegas down onto the bed and crawled in after him, lying down against his shoulder, careful with the still tender wounds on his chest. Vegas grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers and lying them down over his own heart.

He had never slept better, than that night.

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Considering the Theerapanyakun's wealth, the house our three babies got, is definitely still humongous... So I feel like, in the beginning, Pete and Vegas might not yet sleep in the same room because everything is still a little awkward and cautious. Vegas would also hate for Pete to think that he was being forced into sleeping in the same bed.

After this though, Pete's room gets turned into a gym or something. No, they probably have one of those... a guest room... for Tankhun! Vegas would be thrilled, no doubt!

#i just wanted pete to taste vegas' cooking #will never forgive gunt (gun + cunt) for ruining that #but yeah just a little epilogue #tw: panic attack #vegaspete #petevegas #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #thai bl #bl drama #darawrites #i'm not ready to let these two go yet

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