dark! pete also entails him bragging and boasting with a snarl on his face to vegas, hell, to anyone and everyone, about how he owns vegas. how he owns seeing vegas. how he owns the fact that he knows exactly and precisely how to break vegas completely, and piece him back together again. how he owns the power and control he has over knowing that vegas will come back to him, every single time. how he owns vegas' firsts - the surrendering to pete, being his first true earth shattering life changing love, the admission to pete that he has nothing and is nothing, the self-loathing and the violence he inflicts upon himself. how pete owns the fact that he has sacrificed for vegas and no one has the fucking right to diminish or belittle or overshadow those sacrifices. he owns killing for vegas. he owns taking from vegas, selfishly. he owns being able to make vegas kneel on the ground for him.

oh, its so much fun for pete to go from looking like this doe-eyed, boyish, sweetheart to looking at anyone, including vegas, with a gaze so harrowing as this ferocious beast from inside him rears its head, as he declares his ownership of vegas.

that, yeah, pete's body, with all its pretty bruises and marks and scars that vegas leaves on him make it seem that its vegas who owns pete, to anyone who looks. and pete doesn't dispute that - wanting to be owned by vegas, because pete loves being owned by him in a way that he can drop the sweetheart look completely, and vegas won't find him a freak and run away. but pete isn't a pushover. all it takes is for the look in his eyes to shift to something so bone chilling that it makes vegas' blood run cold when pete looks at him like that, yet it turns vegas on and makes him weak for pete at the very same time.

because vegas? loves being owned by pete, just the same.