Down to Business

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV)
Relationship: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun
Character: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Kinn
Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Porsche Pachara Kittisawat
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Office, Assistant Pete, CEO Vegas, ceo kinn, Porn
With Plot, Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rough Oral Sex, Rimming,
BDSM, Dom/sub, Dom Vegas, Sub Pete, Bondage, Chains, Spreader
Bars, Spanking, Praise Kink, Choking, Fuckbuddies, Rivals With
Benefits, Friends With Benefits, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining,
Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-01-04 Updated: 2023-04-12 Chapters: 12/? Words:
52441

Down to Business
by SolarMirae

Summary

The irony wasn’t lost on Pete.

How he was hiding the fact that he'd mistakenly fucked Kinn’s biggest business rival…by
continuing to fuck said rival.

Or:
After an anonymous one night stand, Vegas is surprised to find out his mystery man is
none other than Kinn’s most loyal assistant, Pete.
Vegas tries to use this information to his advantage but it soon backfires.

Notes

CONTEXT:
This is an office AU. Kinn and Vegas are still cousins, but not in the mafia, instead they
own rival (legal) companies.

See the end of the work for more notes

 A night to remember
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Pete pulled on his mask. It was white with an intricate glitter design. It covered the majority of his
face, fastened tightly by a strap behind his head but not covering his hair or mouth.

He didn’t get to use it very often, since he was usually so busy that he rarely found the time to go to
his favourite masked club.

But tonight he made time. He needed to let go, he needed to surrender control and not have to think
about anything for a while.

In short, Pete was determined to find someone to fuck all the problems out of his brain. Which is
how he ended up at club Incognito, surrounded by all the other masked strangers, looking around
intently for someone to destroy him for the evening.

He scanned the masks in the room, trying to find a colour to suit his desires for that night. He
spotted a variety of black masks. Disappointingly there weren’t many glittered ones tonight though.
Those he did spot were either already interacting with someone, or they didn’t look like his type.

Pete sighed as he ordered a drink, thanking the bartender as he slid the cocktail over to him.
Typical, the one night he had the time to come, and there wasn’t anyone to fulfill his wishes.

He span off his bar stool, deciding to stand up and head to the dance floor. As he did, he collided
with someone’s shoulder, knocking them off balance. They caught their footing after a brief
stumble.

“Sorry” Pete says quickly, resting a hand on the man’s shoulder to steady him.

He spins around to face him. His dark eyes meet Pete’s in glare. The stranger’s gaze soon softens,
still dark, just less angry, and a smirk forms on his lips.

Fuck. This guy is my type.

He was slightly shorter than Pete but Pete still somehow felt like he was looking up at him. His
dark velvet shirt was unbuttoned most of the way, revealing his smooth chest. His sleeves were
rolled up showing off strong forearms. Pete’s eyes settled on his hands and he knew instantly that
he wanted them around his throat.

Pete couldn’t help but smile, the black mask with red glitter was enough to tell him that he would
be ideal for what Pete needed this evening.

“That’s quite alright beautiful” a smooth deep voice replied, startling him from his thoughts.

Fuck. I want this one.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asks, his hand moving to caress Pete's waist, smiling when Pete
doesn’t pull away but instead leans into his touch.

“You may,” Pete nods.

The man started leading Pete away from the bar, which was confusing to say the least, but Pete
found himself following anyway.

He soon found himself in the VIP section, which was a balcony of private booths that overlooked
the rest of the club. The booths were private enough, they may have overlooked the club below,
but when sitting down on the couch, nothing outside the booth was visible.

The man sat down on the couch and waved over a staff member to take his order.

Pete didn’t quite know what to do.

Should he sit down? Where should he sit down? Was he allowed to sit down?

It was as if the man could sense his internal struggle and patted his thigh in invitation.

Pete bit his lip, nervously. He’d never been in the VIP area but he knew what went on here .

Porsche used to bartend at this club after all, so he knew the club was very lenient with what went
on up here. As long as everything was consensual and they weren't impacting the comfort of other
guests, they were free to do whatever they liked.

Pete obediently went to sit on his lap.

“Now pretty, I’m going to need you to do something for me okay?” He asks, his hand moving to
caress his thigh teasingly as he awaits a response.

Pete nods.

“I’m going to need you to prove you’re worth my time”

“How do you mean?” Pete tilts his head in confusion.

“Well. I’ve been to the club many times, and let’s just say I’ve ended up leaving with people who I
thought I would enjoy, but were in reality…disappointing. So I’m going to need you to prove
yourself first before I take you anywhere” he smirks.

“So you’re auditioning me to have sex with you?” Pete says incredulously.

“In a way” he smirks.

Well at least he’s direct. Pete didn’t want to waste time with small talk today, so really this guy was
perfect in that respect.

Pete was tempted to just go with it. However after the stressful day he’d had, he couldn’t bring
himself to.

Kinn had decided that he wasn’t going to attend his meetings today and instead take Porsche to
Japan. Which consequently meant that Pete had to attend all the meetings in his place. Most clients
were not happy that it was Kinn’s assistant they were meeting instead of Kinn himself.

It wasn’t that Pete couldn’t handle the task, Pete was excellent at his job. The issue was he was
Kinn’s assistant and the directors that Kinn was due to meet, did not like that they were having to
deal with someone that they considered beneath them.

In short, Pete had been trying to prove himself to intolerable assholes all day, he came here to
forget about that, so Pete couldn’t see this heading anywhere he wanted it to this evening.
Another day maybe.

But not today.

If the guy had said, ‘get on your knees’ then Pete would have dropped to the floor and sucked him
off like his life depended on it. He’d even love having the guy fuck his throat until he was a
dribbling mess.

But this guy seems more interested in finding someone to serve him, which was fine, each to their
own, but it’s not what Pete wanted for his evening.

Pete just wanted to be fucked and used until he was out of his mind, he didn’t want to suck a dick
on the off chance of being deemed ‘worthy enough’.

“Well then I will thank you for the opportunity and wish you the best with your search this
evening” Pete smiles before removing himself from the man’s lap.

The man looked at him with a strange expression, it was hard to read because of the mask blocking
most of his face.

“You don’t want to?” the man asks just before Pete had made it out the booth.

“No” Pete smiles. “I’ll buy you a drink in return for yours, but I think we’re looking for different
things tonight”

“What are you looking for then pretty? ”

Pete sighed. “I just want to let go completely and forget everything. If I wanted to prove myself to
another intolerable asshole, then I’d just go back to work” Pete chuckled, “no offence” he adds as
an afterthought.

The man laughs under his breath, standing up from the couch and pacing over to him.

“You’re an interesting one aren't you?” he smiles.

He wraps his arms around Pete and Pete can feel the man’s semi hard erection brush against his
crotch. Pete looks at him questioningly.

He leans forward so his lips were by Pete’s ear.

“I like a man who knows what he wants” he smirks.

Pete shivers as the way his breath tickles his ear.

“So tell me what you want, and I’ll do it” the man offers.

Pete smiles. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t think about anything else” Pete tells him
challengingly.

“It’d be my pleasure” he growls, putting his hands on Pete’s shoulders and pushing him down to
the floor.

Pete sits patiently on his heels as he waits for the man to undo his belt and free his cock from his
underwear.

Shit he’s big. Pete’s mind was already wandering to how amazing he would feel inside him. Pete
hadn’t been properly stretched in a while and his mouth was watering at the thought.

Pete licked his lips as he waited for a command.

“Get me nice and wet for you” the man growls. Pete obliges, letting his saliva pool in his mouth
before taking his cock between his lips and sucking gently.

Pete couldn't help but look up at the man who gazed down at him with a smirk on his face. He
could feel him hardening in his mouth and the feeling was only making his own cock strain against
the tight material of his leather shorts.

The man roughly tangles his fingers in Pete’s hair, but Pete was grateful that he remained careful
enough to avoid disrupting the strap of his mask. He grabs Pete’s head tightly, pulling it back to tilt
his head. Pete groans around him which only makes the man bite his lip in satisfaction.

Before Pete could process what was happening the man thrusted forward, burying himself roughly
in Pete’s throat.

Pete gagged at the sudden intrusion but quickly recovered himself, relaxing his breathing so the
man could take what he wanted.

Pete was fixated on his eyes, they were dark pools of black, but somehow still stood out against his
black mask. He wanted to drown in those eyes. He could feel his drool spilling from the sides of
his mouth, his eyes were watering, he felt like a mess, but he didn’t care, the carnal look in the
man’s eyes had Pete feeling like he was the most beautiful thing on the planet and he couldn’t get
enough.

The man continued his rough thrusts, but he was beginning to falter. Already ?

“You going to take everything I give you?” He asks.

Pete nods eagerly, which was difficult with a dick in his throat, but he managed to hum in
agreement which made the man hiss above him.

Before he knew it he was being pulled flush against the man’s crotch as he felt him twitching in his
throat. Pete swallowed around him as he felt him let go, swallowing his release without really
being able to taste it.

Once he was finished, he released the grip on Pete’s hair, allowing him to pull off.

Pete swallowed the remains of his release as he caught his breath, smiling to himself in a blissed
out state.

“Fuck” he hears the man mutter from above him.

He runs his hand through Pete’s hair, gently this time and as Pete looked up, he noticed an almost
fond expression in his eyes.

The man tucks himself away and hands Pete a handkerchief. It felt silky between his fingers, it was
a dark blue with a little gold V embroidered on the corner. He took it and used it to wipe his mouth.

“So….Are you coming home with me?” The man asks, even though both of them already knew the
answer to that question.

-
Vegas couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction as the pretty man stood up from the ground. He
looked around the booth, towards the balcony and the realisation dawned on his face. He turned
back to Vegas and nodded shyly at him.

So now he was shy. Cute.

“Let’s go” Vegas smiled, wrapping an arm around him, grabbing his jacket from the end of the
couch and leading him towards the exit of the club.

Vegas walked out to his car, his driver already waiting for him. He opened the back door and let
the man slide in before joining him. He pushes up against him, wrapping an arm around his
shoulder, letting the other one rest on his thigh. Not high enough to excite him too much, but just
enough that it drove him crazy in anticipation.

Once they arrived at Vegas’ apartment, he showed the man to the bedroom. The pretty man sat
down on the bed.

“Masks on or off?” Vegas asked.

“On” he responded quickly.

Vegas nods in acceptance.

“Safe word?”

“Toaster.”

“Toaster?” Vegas asks, a little intrigued, that was one he hadn’t heard before.

“It’s a long story,” the man mutters.

“Fair enough,” Vegas shrugs, not asking any further. He didn’t need a backstory.

“Do you want to go through limits or are you happy for me to check before I do anything?” Vegas
asked. He didn’t want to have to do a whole negotiation now, but he wasn’t about to be an asshole
if this guy wanted to.

“Check is fine, even if it’s not a question I'll make my responses obvious. I don’t have many hard
limits and looking at this room, it doesn't seem like you’re going to hit any of them anyway. Only
thing is kissing.”

“No kissing?” Vegas asked in confusion.

“Kind of, I’m fine with it on my body, you can kiss, suck or bite wherever you like, just not my
mouth” he clarified.

It did seem strange that the man didn’t want to kiss him, he seemed happy to have his throat fucked
or be whipped with Vegas’ arsenal of toys he had on display, but kissing was out of the question?
Strange, but whatever.

Vegas had no strong feelings either way with kissing. He liked it, but not enough for it to be a deal
breaker.

“Understood” Vegas nods.

The man smiles in response.

“Do you have anything specific you like to be called?”

“Not really, you can pick” the man shrugs.

“Pet?” Vegas asks.

“Yeah that’s fine” he nods.

“Great. Anything else I should know before we start?”

“Not that I can think of, is there anything I should know about you?”

“No, nothing that will affect us tonight.” Vegas smiles.

“Good.”

“Great” Vegas smiles before his gaze turns dark. He nods to the bed, “Strip, hands and knees, face
the wall” he commands.

The man eagerly did as he was told and Vegas couldn’t help but smile to himself at how obedient
he was.

Vegas watched him intently as he took off his clothes. He had a nice body, a pretty cock and a
wonderful ass that Vegas just wished he could devour.

He knew from experience that eating a man out while wearing an almost full face mask, was in no
way comfortable for either party. So unfortunately he wouldn’t be able to do that today, which was
a shame as the man in front of him looked absolutely delicious.

The man got in position, presenting his ass to him beautifully as he waited for Vegas to join him on
the bed. Vegas walked over to his wall of toys and took one off it's hook before returning to the
bed. Despite being told to face the wall, the man tilts his head and watches Vegas walk back over.

“I’m going to spread you nice and wide for me, alright pet?” Vegas holds up the spreader bar to
show him.

“Yes please” the man nodded eagerly.

Vegas made quick work of strapping the man’s ankles into the restraints. He let his breath fan over
his legs teasingly as secured each cuff. The man trembled a little in anticipation. Beautiful.

Vegas let his hands trail over the backs of the man’s thighs. His skin was smooth and soft, he
couldn’t wait to mark him up. He looked down at him, he had his back arched and ready. His cock
was already starting to stiffen between his legs. Although, Vegas was pretty sure he was still hard
from when he’d fucked his throat earlier. Vegas hadn’t failed to notice how their little preview at
the club had affected the pretty man, the tight leather shorts he’d been wearing left nothing to the
imagination.

“Such a pretty ass” Vegas hummed in approval, trailing his hands over him with a feather light
touch. The man tried to keep still but Vegas saw how his body was craving to seek out his hands.

“I think it would look nicer red though, don’t you think?” Vegas ponders.

“Please” he whines, jutting his ass closer to Vegas in invitation.

“So desperate for me aren’t you pet ?” Vegas grins.

“You were such a good boy for me earlier so I’ll give you a choice. Riding crop, flogger or my
hand?”

The man went completely still for a moment, tilting his head as he thought about his question.

“Spank me please. I want to feel your hands on me.”

“Mmm” Vegas hums in approval.

“Very well pet”

Vegas brought his hand down on the man’s ass and the man let out a deep moan that went straight
to Vegas’ cock. Shit.

“Harder, please” he whined.

Vegas obliged, bringing his hand down quickly on his other cheek, slightly harder this time.

The man let out another moan and Vegas wanted to fill his ears with the delightful sound. He
spanked him several more times, every so often letting his hands gently massage his tender ass
before surprising him with another hit. The man's cock was hard and leaking now, and Vegas could
see how his hips were starting to buck slightly as he tried to seek out any kind of friction.

Vegas leant back down, trailing kisses over the irritated skin as he gently massaged his cheeks,
admiring the red handprints that covered him.

“Such a good boy, aren’t you pet?” Vegas smiles, trying desperately to resist the urge to just rip his
mask off and bury his tongue in the tempting hole in front of him.

The man shivered his hold. So responsive, he really had struck gold tonight with this one. To think
he was going to walk out on him earlier.

Vegas left the bed and walked over to his dresser, he pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom
before setting them down on the bed behind him. He kneeled between the man's spread legs,
running a hand down his spine and over his ass before squirting some lube onto his fingers and
trailing them teasingly between his cheeks.

The man subtly arched into his touch and Vegas couldn’t help but smile to himself in satisfaction.
He poked one finger against his hole, circling it teasingly. Just as the man was about to push
himself back, Vegas gave a light smack to his ass. “Stay still pet, or I’ll stop” he smirked.

The man whined but did as he was told, his legs steadying as he tried to hold himself still. Vegas
pushed his finger in painfully slowly, watching intently as it disappeared inside him.

“Good boy” he praises as he gently caresses the man’s ass with his free hand, beginning to thrust
his finger while gently curling it around to stretch him out.

In no time he’d added a second finger, continuing his motions, but letting his touch linger on a very
specific spot. He watched happily as the man tensed, trying his best not to move as he let out little
desperate whimpers. Vegas teased his prostate as he continued to stretch him.

Eventually, he took mercy on him and focused entirely on stretching him. He didn’t want to get
him so worked up that he came the moment Vegas pushed inside. The pretty man was already
leaking onto his sheets. Vegas hadn’t even touched his cock, and he was almost certain he could
make this man cum untouched. He wanted to see that, but he didn’t want him to cum too early.
The man whimpered as Vegas finally removed his fingers once he was satisfied with his
preparation. He grabs the condom and stands up, briefly leaving the man naked and alone on the
bed.

Vegas quickly stripped off his clothes before kneeling behind him once again. He let the man
listen to the sound of him pumping his cock a couple of times before he rips the packet open and
rolls the condom down his cock.

He pushes the head of his cock against the man’s balls, applying teasing pressure as he guides it
upwards towards his hole.

“Do you want my cock pet ?” Vegas asks cockily.

“Mmmm” the man hums in affirmation.

Vegas spanks his ass again. “What do you say then pet ?”

“Please” he whines, pushing his hips back slightly but Vegas’ hands quickly grip his hips to stop
him from impaling himself.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me” he moans.

“Good boy” Vegas smiles darkly as he pushes himself in until he’s fully sheathed inside.

The man moans deeply as Vegas fills him up, his arms collapsing so he could rest his head on the
bed. Vegas lets his hands trail over the man's back in a somewhat soothing gesture while he lets
him get used to the feeling of his cock inside him.

That was what he pretended anyway, the fact is that the man felt so deliciously good that Vegas
needed a minute to calm himself, otherwise there was a real danger of him cumming after just a
few thrusts. After his pet’s amazing display of control so far, Vegas was not about to embarrass
himself by cumming after thirty seconds because he was still sensitive from their activities at the
club.

“Ready pet ?” he asked once he’d composed himself.

The man nods his head against the bed, but doesn’t move.

Vegas slowly pulled back before thrusting in again.

After a few slow thrusts Vegas rapidly picked up his pace, slamming into him hard. The man let
out a surprised scream but he soon became a moaning mess with each new thrust. Vegas watched
the beautifully pliant man as the sound of their skin slapping together filled the room.

Vegas needed more though.

“Stand up on your knees” Vegas growled as he stilled inside him.

The man took a moment to come to his senses but did as he was told, pushing himself up from the
bed. Vegas wrapped an arm around his waist, helping to pull him up against his chest.

Vegas slowly rolled his hips forward as he let his hands trail over the man’s chest, he pinched his
nipples which made him shiver against him and roll his hips back into him. Vegas attaches his lips
to the man’s neck, making sure to cover him with marks he would have to hide tomorrow.
He lets his hand trail upward until his palm wraps gently around the man’s throat.

“Please” he whines desperately, tilting his head back to rest on Vegas’ shoulder in invitation.

“You want me to choke you pet ?” Vegas grins hotly against his neck.

“Yes please” he moaned as Vegas thrusted particularly deep inside him.

Vegas tightens his grip on the man’s neck and lets out a deep moan of his own as he felt the man
clenching around his cock.

The man reached his hand up and let it rest over Vegas’. He pushed his hand down harder against
his throat. Vegas took the hint and tightened his grip slightly as the man let his hand fall back
down. Not only were his pain limits incredible, but his breath control too, fucking hell Vegas was
in heaven.

He took his free hand and teased over the man’s stomach, tracing patterns that seemed like he
would venture lower to his cock, but he never did.

“Pl-se” he choked out, his body starting to tremble as Vegas started thrusting harshly again. Vegas
loosened his grip a little to allow him to breathe a little easier but didn’t slow the pace of his hips.

“You getting close pet?”

“Yes…fuck” he moaned.

“You wait for me pet. You don’t cum till I say.” he warns.

The man groaned but didn’t protest. Vegas could tell it was taking everything for him to hold back
his orgasm. Such amazing control, this man was incredibly perfect.

“So pretty for me aren’t you pet” he let his breath fan over the man’s ear as he whispered hotly.

The man could barely speak so just let out a strangled moan in response. “You’d look even prettier
covered in my cum though wouldn’t you?” Vegas smirks.

The man’s breath hitched “Please” he whined desperately.

Vegas gave him a few more harsh thrusts before quickly pulling out. The man whimpered at the
loss of contact.

“On your back for me pet” Vegas ordered.

The man was a little out of it, but steadied himself on his knees, he looked down at his legs and
paused for a moment. Meanwhile, Vegas ripped the condom off and threw it on the floor
somewhere.

After a moment of contemplation, the man seemed to figure out how to reposition himself while
still attached to the spreader. He threw his back down sideways on the bed and rolled over onto his
back. Vegas moved back a little to prevent getting kicked in the face. Vegas smiled down at him
once he was in position. The man’s face may have been mostly covered, but Vegas could still see
the desperation in his eyes.

Vegas grabbed the spreader and lifted it up over his shoulders, settling in between the man’s legs.
Vegas pumps his cock a few times before he cums with a breathy moan. The orgasm felt never
ending. Fuck. Vegas groaned at the sight of the man below him, the man looks up at him with a
dark yet blissful smile as Vegas’ release coats his stomach and chest.

Vegas nearly lost his balance and collapsed on him, but he caught himself just in time and let one
hand rest beside the man’s head. He looked deeply into his eyes as he let their sensitive cocks
brush against each other.

The man moaned desperately but didn’t break eye contact. Vegas snuck his hand down his chest,
trailing through his release that painted the pretty man’s skin and used it to lubricate his hand. His
hand then wrapped around the man's cock tightly. His back arching into him at the slightest
contact, desperately seeking out Vegas’ touch as if he was his only salvation.

“Such a good pet” Vegas grins down at him as he pumps his cock a few times. “Do you want to
cum? ”

“Please” he moans, breathing heavily as he looks up pleadingly into Vegas’ eyes.

“Go on then pet. Cum for me”

The man lets go, his release spurting out to join Vegas’ on his chest. His head rolled back as his
eyes shut, body convulsing beneath him. So pretty.

Vegas waited for the man to calm down before he disentangles himself from between his legs.

He gently guides his legs back down to the bed and moves to loosen the cuffs around his ankles.
He removes the bar and places it on the floor before heading into the bathroom to grab a warm
towel and some lotion.

He looks over to the man laying on his bed, he doesn't lift his head, but he blinks slowly as Vegas
appears at his side. He quickly wipes the mess from his chest, before delicately wiping over his
cock and between his legs.

He notices a tattoo on the man’s hip, words that traced right over the bone. Vegas kind of wished
he’d got a chance to run his tongue over it, litter him with marks of his own so whenever he saw
that tattoo he’d remember what Vegas had done to him.

He finishes cleaning up the mess of cum and sweat on the man’s skin before he gently nudges the
man’s side. “Roll over for me” he asks softly.

The man allows himself to flop onto his stomach with a grunt. Vegas gently kneads some lotion
into the irritated skin around the man’s ass and thighs.

“Thanks” the man mumbles sleepily into the pillow.

“You can stay here tonight” Vegas offers “would you prefer if I slept here, or in the other room”

“Other room is fine” he sighs. “We can take the masks off then” he mumbles.

“Okay” Vegas agrees, he didn’t really want to sleep in the mask either and it was clear the man had
no intention of showing his face “I’ll shut the door on my way out.”

“Thanks” the guy smiles gratefully at him before letting his head collapse against the pillows.

When Vegas woke up the next morning and went to knock on the door of his sex room, the door
was wide open and the man was gone. Typical, the one time he wanted a second round with his one
 night stand, was the one time the guy left of his own accord.

Usually it was a lot of effort to get rid of his hookups the next morning. They always wanted
breakfast, or they wanted to go again, or worse, they wanted his number.

However the guy from last night had made himself scarce without Vegas having to pretend to be a
good person. Why couldn’t more of his hookups be like him and know when to get the fuck out?

It was unfortunate though as Vegas had actually wanted to fuck him in the shower, maybe get him
to remove his mask so he could finally see his face, but oh well. He wasn’t going to dwell on it.

Chapter End Notes

It's finally here. (Only took me several months...)

I don't have a set schedule for this, but have drafted up to chapter 7/14, this may grow
though (as all my fics tend to). Chapters will vary in length and will get posted as and
when I get the time, I'm aiming for two chapters per week, but don't hold me to that lol
<3

Hope ya'll enjoy this because we're all in for a journey.

 Hidden agendas
Chapter Notes

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After Pete left the strangers apartment, he went home to get ready for work. By some miracle,
despite his apartment being far from the company building, he managed to make it to work on
time.

He walked into the office, sporting his trusty turtleneck. The weather was warm today but he
refused to be the topic of the office gossip if he let the marks go uncovered.

Pete had a reputation as a quiet, diligent employee. Always polite, punctual and professional. He
was not the type that people would think would have casual sex with a stranger one evening, then
turn up to work the next morning looking like he'd been attacked, and he would like to keep it that
way.

He strolled into Kinn’s office, coffee and morning report in hand, ready for his boss’s arrival. He
placed the items on the desk neatly as he heard the door open.

“Good morning Khun Kinn” he bows politely as he greets his boss.

“Morning Pete. Did you get the documents translated for the investors meeting this afternoon?”

“I did Khun Kinn, admin are currently preparing the folders, they should be with me by lunch
time”

“Good” Kinn nods in satisfaction.

“Now on to slightly more important business…” Kinn takes a sip of his coffee as he sits down in
his chair.

“What’s with the turtleneck Pete?” He quirked an eyebrow at him.

“I-I” Pete stuttered, he couldn’t exactly tell the truth could he. Sure he was friendly with his boss,
but not friendly enough that they could exchange sex stories.

Actually, Pete already knew more than he wished he did about Kinn’s sex life, but that was only
because he was best friends with his boyfriend, who had no filter when it came to discussing their
sexcapades.

Kinn chuckled knowingly when Pete failed to give a response.

“I’m joking with you Pete. I’m glad you had fun last night, you can go back to work now” he
smiles.

Pete slowly bows his head and retreats towards the door, trying to hide the bright shade of pink that
was taking over his ears. For some reason, knowing that Kinn knew, made him feel weird.
Especially as he would definitely tell Porsche and then he would be interrogated by his best friend
about the mystery man.

He pushed it to the back of his mind for now and went about his work. He was sore all day, but he
would be lying if he said he hated it.
Every time he went to sit down, he had to suppress a wince, and when he did, his mind ran back to
the man from last night. His dark eyes and strong grip just wouldn't leave his mind.

Pete didn’t know sex could feel that good. For once he left the hookup feeling completely satisfied,
which is something that had never happened before. There had always been something missing,
they never hit him hard enough, or they never choked quite as much as he wanted. But the man last
night, he’d listened, he didn't hold back. He knew what he was doing and he listened to what Pete
wanted and he gave him everything.

He thought about trying to go back and find the man, but he realised that if he chose Incognito to
find a hookup, then it was because he wanted anonymity, much like him to be honest.

Pete didn’t go to the club regularly enough to realistically run into him again. It would be crossing
a line to try and find him. So he would resign himself to having to satisfy himself with the
memories of that night until someone else came along that could make him feel as good.

When Vegas told himself that he wasn’t going to dwell on his one night stand, that was a lie.

Turns out he did dwell on it, quite a lot in fact. From the moment he arrived at work that day, it’s
all he could think about. The mystery man was so responsive, so turned on by everything Vegas
did and he had a feeling that he’d barely scratched the surface.

They were compatible, sexually speaking, and Vegas hadn’t found anyone like that in a while. He
was certain with more time and a proper negotiation, they could have even more amazing sex than
last night.

Vegas wanted him, and if there was one thing the world knew about Vegas Theerapanyakul, it was
that he always got what he wanted.

It was no surprise when he found himself hurrying over to the club the moment he finished work
for the day.

He hadn’t actually finished his work, but his mind was too busy thinking about the man, that he
eventually couldn’t stand not knowing any longer. The last few reports of the day were forgotten as
he walked towards his car at a brisk pace.

When he arrived at the club not long after, he knocked on the back door. It was early, not even
close to opening time, but he knew there would be staff inside preparing for the evening. When
someone eventually answered the door, he quickly demanded to see the security footage from the
previous night.

The staff were apprehensive at first. Anonymity was their entire business model after all. However,
money talks, and Vegas wasn’t someone who was short of cash.

They reluctantly showed him to the security room. Vegas trawled through the various cameras the
man had been captured on to find out if the man had ever removed his mask, either outside before
he entered, or in the bathroom. Unfortunately, he came back empty. running a facial scan was out
of the question. Shit.

He rewound the footage, intending to rewatch their first encounter to look for any clues he may
have missed. Thankfully, he noticed something. The man ordered a drink and paid for it with his
card, not cash. This he could use.
He quickly marched over to the manager's office.

“I need the transaction reports for last night. Specifically a transaction made at 22:49.” Vegas
states.

The man at the desk sighed. “Khun Vegas, I really shouldn’t be giving you this information”

“You also shouldn’t be diluting your ‘premium’ alcohol for the non-vips…” Vegas trailed off with
a questioning glare.

The man sighs, clearly not happy that Vegas had information on him that he didn’t want public. “I
won’t be able to get you a name we don’t have that information…”

“I just need the transaction data, I have my own people who can take it from there” he smiles.

Once he had what he needed, he left the club, quickly sending the details to one of his trusted
investigators. Vegas had a few of them. He would always run surveillance on potential business
partners, and often clients too. He had a team of people that could easily get a name from some
incomplete card details, all he had to do was sit back and wait.

Sure enough, the next morning Nop walked into his office with a promising looking envelope
clutched between his fingers.

Nop was his favourite, he was very no nonsense and direct, didn’t try to make small talk and
didn’t waffle in his reports.

“We found him Khun Vegas” Nop handed him an envelope.

“What’s his name?”

“Phongsakorn Saengtham”

“That sounds familiar” Vegas murmured to himself, his brow furrowing as he tried to place the
name in his head. He opened the envelope and pulled out the contents, eyes immediately focusing
on the photo attached in the corner.

He couldn’t help the way his face paled in realisation.

The man who had driven him crazy, the man who had made him cum harder than he had in years,
was none other than Pete. His fucking cousin’s most loyal lapdog.

Instantly he was on high alert. This was suddenly much too coincidental for his liking.

Was this a setup?

Did Pete approach him intentionally?

His brow furrowed in confusion. But Vegas made a move on him first, and at one point Pete had
tried to leave…

If Kinn had sent him, surely Pete would’ve just dropped to his knees when he first asked. He
wouldn’t have risked walking away. He also never would’ve left the next morning without talking
to him.
He’d remained completely anonymous, didn’t even give him fake contact info to try and meet
again. No. It didn’t seem he’d approached him intentionally, it was a genuine one night stand. Pete
had no idea he’d be able to run a search on him without his face, and if he did he would know it
would reveal his true identity which would have made it all pointless anyway. No it couldn't have
been a request from Kinn to seduce him.

Pete was most famously the most loyal person to Kinn. Many competitors, himself included, had
previously tried to bribe him for information or tried to headhunt him into joining their own
companies. Unless Kinn ordered him to, Pete would never do anything to get involved with anyone
on Kinn’s watchlist, let alone the person right at the top.

Which meant the most likely scenario was that Pete truly had no idea that the man he’d literally
begged to be destroyed by that night, was Kinn’s biggest rival. If Kinn found out, it would be
messy for Pete and this thought excited Vegas immensely.

Pete would never want Kinn to know he'd fucked Vegas and so he would do anything to help keep
that information to himself. Kinn and Vegas weren’t just rivals, they were also cousins. Each of
them was always determined to outdo the other. Both companies were involved in many different
areas and a lot of those areas intersected. It meant that often they would end up competing for the
same clients and same deals. Any information either could obtain on the other would be
invaluable.

If Pete was known to have been involved with Vegas, Kinn would fire him for sure.

If Kinn fired him then Pete wouldn’t be able to work for anyone in this industry, not that anyone
would take him anyway. Getting fired from one of the biggest corporations in Thailand would
definitely come up at any background check for future job opportunities at any reputable company.
Pete would have to take a job way below his ability and current paygrade and Vegas knew from
the report Nop gave him, that he had a grandmother out in the country that he was supporting.

In short, if this news reached Kinn, Pete would suffer greatly, so Vegas was certain he’d do
anything to keep this quiet.

Vegas reclined in his chair, smiling to himself. This was great, finally, he had a way into Kinn’s
ranks.

Vegas spent the rest of his day planning how to capitalize off of the situation he’d found himself in.

First order of business was to prevent Pete from going back to that club, lest he end up going home
with someone that wasn’t him.

He’d already got Nop to put a tail on Pete. He wanted to know everything about him, where he
went, who he met, everything. He’d instructed that if Pete were ever to go to Incognito, or any
other club in the area, then he was to be notified immediately. The last thing Vegas wanted was
for Pete to go and find someone else. The more hooked he could get Pete on him, the better.

Pete had been so beautifully desperate that night that Vegas was sure that Pete was probably also
dwelling on the night's events. He had to be, Vegas was good at fucking and he knew it. Vegas
needed to get him hooked on another night together. If Pete ended up fucking someone else, then
he was going to be able to get some plausible deniability with Kinn.

If it was only once, then Kinn would be more likely to believe that Pete genuinely had no idea who
he was that night. After all, Pete had been a loyal employee for many years. For him to have
reliable leverage over Pete, he needed to fuck him again. Once could be brushed off as a mistake,
but twice…

Which is why, three days later when Vegas got the notification to say Pete had appeared at
Incognito, he dropped everything and all but sprinted out to his car.

While his driver hurtled towards his destination, he managed to quickly change into a clean shirt,
that he kept in the car, and secure his mask. He quickly sprayed some cologne on to hopefully
mask the fact that he got ready so frantically and make it seem like some genuine effort went into
his appearance. Before he knew it, the driver pulled up outside the club.

Pete was at the bar, swirling his drink around in his glass, his bored expression hidden by his usual
glittery white mask. He’d arrived hoping he’d see the man from a few nights ago, but it seemed he
wasn’t here. Pete knew it was wishful thinking. Even if he did come, there was no guarantee that
he’d want to spend the night with Pete again.

Pete decided he’d have a couple of drinks to take the edge off and then head home. He had a busy
day ahead tomorrow so he really should get an early night.

Just as he was about to leave, he felt a presence at his back.

“Hi pretty ” a familiar deep voice whispers hotly against the back of his neck.

Pete was surprised, but felt his stomach tingle from the man's presence. The man sat down on the
stool next to him, scooting himself closer and resting a hand on Pete’s thigh. He was so close that
the scent of his cologne was overpowering. The man seemed determined to attack all of his senses
tonight, it had Pete debating if he should abandon his no kissing rule and let him complete the set.

“I was hoping I’d see you here” the man said with a smirk, his voice low enough to cause the
familiar heat of arousal begin to form in his lap.

He wanted to see him? Shit, maybe Pete wasn’t the only one dwelling on that night. Pete had to
suppress the excited smile that was threatening to appear on his lips.

“I must say I was a little disappointed when you left that morning, I wanted to fuck you in the
shower…” His lips became a sad pout.

“I had to go home before work, would’ve been late if I stayed any longer” Pete shrugged calmly,
trying to seem relaxed when in reality he was shaking inside from the revelation that the man was
still interested in him.

“My pet must be a diligent little employee then” he smiles as he squeezes his thigh, hand gradually
making its way a little higher as the conversation progresses.

Pete shrugs nonchalantly, but leans closer to the man.

“So are you going to make it up to me tonight pet?” The man asked, though it sounded like a
demand.

Pete knew from their night together, that despite his cocky asshole persona when he was flirting or
fucking, he wasn’t going to do anything to make Pete feel uncomfortable. He’d taken the time to
talk to Pete seriously before they fucked and he helped clean him up after, which was
 considerably more than he’d received from previous hookups. Pete knew he very much had a
choice in this, and he expected that if he said no then the man would leave him alone.

Pete didn’t want that though. Why would he turn down another night with someone who was tried
and tested? He’d already proven himself capable of meeting Pete’s desires, obviously Pete wasn't
going say no to a second time.

“I-” Pete was about to respond when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out to
check the number to see if he could ignore it.

Shit, Kinn.

Pete holds the phone to his ear giving the man an apologetic look. He pushed his other hand
against his free ear to try and block out some of the background noise of the club. Luckily the
music wasn’t too loud, but there was the chatter of other patrons.

“Yes Khun Kinn?”

“I’m sorry Pete, but I’m going to need you to come back to the office, there’s a problem with the
contracts for Mr Yasashi tomorrow, I need your help going over them again tonight”

“Oh…” Pete tried to keep the disappointment from his voice, he chanced a look at the man who
was now staring at him with an annoyed expression.

“Ok, Khun Kinn I will be there in around an hour” Pete informs him, before hanging up.

He looks up at the dark eyed man. “I’m sorry but I have to go back to work” Pete mutters before
reluctantly turning away from the man and heading towards the door.

He kind of wished the man would follow him and offer him his number to resume this later, but
sadly he managed to make it out the door without anyone stopping him.

Maybe he wasn’t as interested as Pete had hoped.

Chapter End Notes

Got to love a manipulative Vegas <3 Let's see how that works out for him shall we... :)

Side note, started writing some of the kinkier smut scenes for this the other day and
had to google a couple of things for accuracy, but stupid me didn't do it in a private
browser, so now my amazon recommendations are a bit spicy.
 Questionable decisions
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Pete was sitting at his desk, trying his best not to fall asleep. After a long night of working
overtime until the early hours of the morning, he wanted nothing more than to go home, crawl into
bed and hibernate. Unfortunately, there was still a lot to do before the important meeting.

Which meant that Pete was tackling the day head on, fueled only by the 3 hour nap he’d managed
in his car in the underground parking lot this morning, and a lot of coffee. It was by no means
healthy, but it would keep him going. Kinn had already said that he could have tomorrow off so he
just had to make it to the end of the day.

He planned to keep himself busy to try and force himself to stay awake. Although that might have
been easier if he actually had something interesting to do. The pile of paperwork on his desk, that
almost reached his shoulders in height, was determined to send him to sleep.

Pete was startled out of his daze by his desk phone ringing.

“Yes Khun Kinn?”

“Vegas is coming.”

“Oh… I don’t remember having him in the schedule for today…” Pete mutters in confusion as he
quickly opens Kinn’s calendar, suddenly worried he’d missed something.

“I know, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer so I imagine he’ll be here soon” Kinn groans.
“When he arrives, show him to the meeting room”

“Yes Khun Kinn.” He affirms before setting the phone down.

Well he supposed annoyance was less likely to send him to sleep than boredom.

It was no secret that Kinn and Vegas didn’t like each other. Which meant whenever the two of
them had to be in the same room, they were always overly passive aggressive. Anyone looking into
their meetings through the windows would just see two relaxed figures sat at a table, but inside it
was always snide comments and overwhelming tension. Pete hated sitting in on those meetings, but
at least it would keep him awake.

Reception let Pete know that Vegas had arrived around twenty minutes after Kinn had told him he
was coming. His company was fifteen minutes away by car, so Vegas really had given them the
minimum notice, as usual.

Pete quickly headed to the elevator to await for Vegas once he reached their floor. He would try to
lead him towards the meeting room, although the man never really listened to Pete. Usually he
would just ignore him and march straight into Kinn’s office anyway. Pete was sure he just liked to
be difficult for the sake of it.

Much to Pete’s surprise, when the elevator doors opened and Vegas appeared, the man was smiling
at him. Pete blinked in confusion, turning his head to see if there was someone behind him, but
there was no one. Usually he looked straight through Pete.

Was it the sleep deprivation? Was he hallucinating now?

“Good Morning Pete” Vegas grins.

“G-good morning Khun Vegas” Pete stuttered. It was usually always Pete that greeted him first,
only ever getting a grunt or other dismissive noise in response. Despite his initial shock, Pete didn’t
let the fault in his composure show and quickly turned his focus to the task at hand. “Khun Kinn
asked me to show you to the meeting room” he smiles, gesturing along the corridor opposite to the
one that leads to Kinn’s office.

“Well after you then Pete” he smiles, looking Pete up and down with a smirk on his face.

Pete quietly started heading towards the meeting room. He could feel Vegas’ eyes glaring through
him as he walked.

Vegas was definitely up to something. He seemed to be in a good mood today, which was never
the case when he was due to see Kinn.

What was he planning? Was he about to create a lot of problems that Pete would have to work even
more overtime to solve? Pete prayed that wasn’t the case, he just wanted to sleep.

Pete was startled out of his wandering thoughts by a sound behind him.

“Did you say something Khun Vegas?” Pete turned around.

“No” he smirks “just admiring the view” he smirks with a wink, before shamelessly raking his eyes
over his body.

Oh. No.

Was it his turn again? Well, at least that partially explained his strange behavior.

Vegas had a reputation for flirting with all the good looking men in Kinn’s office, and much to
Pete’s annoyance, it seems he’d finally circled his way back around to him.

Vegas was always trying to seduce his way into finding out confidential information from Kinn’s
employees. He had actually managed to seduce a few members of the company in the past, all of
whom were promptly fired. Kinn had a strict policy when it came to relations with anyone from
Vegas’ company.

Pete wasn’t sure how deep their family rivalry went, but he knew that private discussions between
the two often descended into petty squabbles, scathing insults and sometimes broken furniture.
Although this only ever happened when no one else was present, both caring too much about their
image to let anyone else witness their outbursts. Pete only knew about it because Porsche had
ranted about how he'd had to replace the dining room chairs three times one year.

Pete thought Vegas had realised the first time he’d tried to flirt with him several years ago, that he
wasn’t going to get anywhere. But, he must have exhausted all his options and was now giving it
another go. Undeniably, Vegas was attractive, however Pete had no intention of risking the job
he’d worked so hard for, for a night with a man who would probably be average at best.

So he ignored the flirty comments and the little winks, and instead wore a mask of complete
indifference.
During their meeting Pete could feel Vegas’ eyes keep drifting to him, but he paid it no mind.
Instead he focused intently on his laptop, taking notes for Kinn. Eventually, after what felt like
forever, the meeting finally ended. Kinn told Vegas to show himself out with a dismissive glare as
he stormed out of the room.

Kinn was obviously annoyed. Having witnessed the entire conversation, Pete knew there was
nothing discussed today that couldn’t have been put in an email. It seemed Vegas had decided to
come just to waste Kinn’s time, so that, combined with how late they’d both worked last night,
understandably meant that Kinn wasn’t in the greatest of moods now.

Pete followed him with a pile of papers and his laptop as they headed back towards Kinn’s office.

“You can go for lunch Pete” Kinn tells him. “After the meeting with Mr Yasashi you can go home,
get someone to drive you though”

“Thank you Khun Kinn” Pete smiles appreciatively as he places the documents on his desk to sort
later. Kinn disappears into his office and shuts the blinds. There were only ever two reasons for
this, he was either about to call Porsche, or he was going to have a nap.

Pete leaves his desk and heads to the bathroom. He was so tired that he decided the best plan for
his lunch break was to use the bathroom, splash some water over his face, then drink lots of coffee.
He needed to be awake and alert for the meeting, otherwise the sacrifices he'd made in favour of
work last night, would all be meaningless.

He was still a little disappointed that he wouldn’t get to see the masked man again. He’d probably
found someone else to take home once Pete left last night and had most likely already forgotten
about his existence entirely.

Pete knew it was unlikely he’d ever see him again now and he couldn't help but feel a bit sad about
it. He’d never felt so good after a one night stand before and he craved to be able to have that
feeling again.

Part of him wished that he’d let his phone die last night, or just told Kinn he was busy and that he
would get to the office extra early to go over the documents before everyone else arrived. But no,
he couldn’t just tell Kinn no. Despite how often Porsche told him that he 'just needed to put his foot
down' and deny Kinn’s out of hours requests sometimes, he couldn’t, he just had to do his job too
well.

It made Pete wish that Porsche had been with Kinn last night, he would have stopped Kinn from
calling him in the first place. They were usually attached at the hip, why was it that the one time
Pete needed Porsche to distract his boss, he wasn’t there?

Pete sighed to himself as he stood at the urinal, trying to push the masked man from his thoughts.
He didn’t even hear the bathroom door open until he felt a presence next to him.

As if this day couldn’t get anymore annoying. What asshole chose the urinal next to him when
there were about seven other unused ones?!

Pete was about to give whoever it was a side eyed glare when he looked up to see a familiar cocky
smirk. His planned confrontation left him immediately as he looked briefly at Vegas before staring
at the wall again.

“Hello Pete” he smiles.

Who the fuck strikes up a conversation when they’re both just stood there holding their dicks? Did
he have no boundaries in his shameless flirting? Much to his disdain, Pete couldn’t exactly ignore
him without being rude.

“Hello Khun Vegas” Pete doesn’t look at him as he reluctantly greets him, instead focusing
intently on the wall. To his relief, Vegas doesn’t say anything else.

Pete quickly finished his business before making his way to the sink, determined to get out of there
as soon as possible.

Just as Pete was about to sprint out the bathroom, Vegas appears next to him again, halting him in
place. “I’d like your opinion on something Pete”

Pete suppressed his annoyed eye roll and turned to look at Vegas with his best polite smile.

“How can I help you Khun Vegas?” He asks.

“No legacy is so rich as honesty…” Vegas mutters, with a smirk, just loud enough for Pete to hear.

“Huh?” Pete couldn’t stop the confused noise he made. “Sorry, what was that Khun Vegas?”
surely he’d misheard.

“Nothing” Vegas shrugs as he paces around Pete. Pete’s eyes follow him as he stops in front of
him, leaning ever so slightly into his personal space.

Pete desperately wanted to question him on his previous comment, but it wasn’t his place. No
matter how much of an asshole Vegas was, he was still an important person that Pete couldn’t
afford to offend.

When Pete was silent, Vegas continued.

“What do you think Pete?”

“What do you mean Khun Vegas?”

“I’m thinking of getting a tattoo.” he smirks.

“Maybe on my hip…” He steps forward and closes the distance between them, backing Pete
against the sink. He runs his fingers over Pete’s hip through his shirt.

Pete looks at him in surprise and confusion. How did Vegas know about his tattoo?

Never mind the tattoo, why aren’t you pushing him away Pete? he thought to himself.

As he tried to come to his senses, he smelt it, the familiar cologne from last night.

No. This had to be a coincidence. It was a nice cologne, many men must wear it.

And his tattoo... No. The hip was a common place, maybe Vegas just likes classic English
literature.

Finally Pete dared to look into his eyes that were only a few inches away from his own. Those
same dark eyes that had driven him over the edge only a few nights ago. Oh no.

“Y-You” Pete stutters.

Vegas’ grin widens. “Oh so you remember me now pet? ” he breathes into his neck.
Pete was telling himself to resist, but his body betrayed him and leaned into his touch. Thoughts
were racing through his head at a thousand miles an hour, trying to piece the puzzle together of
what this could possibly mean. He managed to pull away from Vegas’ captivating glare when a
moment of clarity dawned on him.

Pete stood with his mouth agape. “You used me.” he said flatly. That was the only explanation.

Vegas knew who he was.

Everything was just a game to him.

He probably just wanted to fuck him and lord it over him, drive him insane from the paranoia of if
he’d tell Kinn or not. Pete should have been more careful. He’d fallen directly into Vegas’ trap and
all that was left was for him to wait until Vegas had the mercy to put him out of his misery.

“No pretty. I didn’t use you” He chastises him softly, which surprised Pete enough to look up at
him again “ I had no idea who you were until last night, Kinn called you didn’t he?...” the smirk
was back on his lips.

“Oh” Pete muttered.

Well that was slightly better, he supposed. It still did little to shake Pete’s instincts that Vegas was
up to something though.

“What do you want then?” he asked, making no attempt to hide his annoyance.

“I wonder what Kinn would think if he found out his most loyal servant was such a little whore for
me” Vegas smirked as he ran his hands down Pete’s sides, trying to squeeze his waist.

“Don’t call me that” he growls, pulling away from him.

“Why? Is it not true?…. If I remember correctly you were begging me that night.” he smirks,
inching closer to him again.

“Did you forget?...Do you need me to remind you?” Vegas’ hands were trying to wrap around his
body to pin him against the sink.

Pete tried to focus, but it was hard with Vegas so close. Like it or not, this man and his suggestive
words had an effect on Pete that he wasn’t proud of.

“You can’t tell him.” Pete states, trying to sound intimidating.

Vegas makes a dismissive noise as he leans in closer, letting his hand snake up to wrap around his
throat.

“Kinn, you can’t tell him…Please” Pete begs but he couldn’t fight the way he was pushing his
neck into Vegas’ hand instead of trying to peel it away.

Vegas' harsh expression faltered for a moment before settling into one of his cocky smirks again.
“Why not Pete? What do I get out of this?”

Pete didn’t say anything, his mind blank, body frozen.

When he wasn’t responding, Vegas shrugged, pulled away and turned to walk out of the bathroom.

Pete didn’t know what to do. The only thought running through his head was that he couldn’t let
him leave, what if he went straight to Kinn?

Vegas had only managed to walk a few paces towards the door before Pete sprung into action. He
quickly grabbed Vegas’ hand, spinning him around and pushing him roughly against the wall.
Before Vegas could voice his annoyance or confusion, Pete was on his knees, unzipping his pants.

Vegas blinked in disbelief as he looked down at Pete, he’d already managed to pull his cock from
his trousers before Vegas had really processed what was happening.

Fuck, Vegas thought to himself. This was not what he'd had in mind when he came here today, but
he didn’t think he was capable of resisting. Especially as Pete was already hungrily looking at his
cock like he hadn’t eaten in days.

It felt so much different now that he could see Pete’s full expression as he took his cock into his
mouth, pushing his hips against the wall with his hand to hold him in place. Pete sucked on his tip
teasingly and he soon found himself hardening completely in his mouth. He wanted to fuck his
throat again, properly this time. He wanted to see every tear as they roll down his cheeks. He
wanted to hold his smooth cheeks tenderly as he rammed his cock deep in his throat. Pete would
look so pretty like that.

How had he never noticed Pete before? He’d hit on him before, sure, but only in the offhanded,
noncommittal way he hit on everyone. But this Pete, the Pete currently swallowing around his
cock as he finally took it all inside, was simply breathtaking.

He tried to thrust into his mouth and claim him the way he so desperately wanted to, but Pete held
his hips steady. He was surprisingly strong, keeping him held firmly in place as he did what he
wanted with his mouth.

Pete was unbelievable. It left him lost for words as he watched him bob his head up and down at a
faster pace, his tongue every so often swiping over the head. Whenever he did, a deep groan would
form in the back of his throat. His tongue was too sinful for its own good. Now he knew what that
tongue was capable of, Vegas was beginning to resent Pete's 'no kissing' rule.

Pete looked up at him, and with each uncontrolled sound Vegas made, Pete’s gaze got a little bit
more cocky.

Vegas couldn’t let this stand. He couldn’t be completely at Pete’s mercy, he needed something,
anything, to give him a semblance of control and remind Pete of who was really in charge here.

“What would your boss think Pete?...” Vegas tries to suppress the shaky groan from his voice, his
head tilting back to rest against the wall as Pete sinks all the way down and swallows around him.

“If he knew what a little slut you are after work, letting me fuck you senseless?…”

“If he knew you were on your knees for me right now?…” he smirked down at him.

“Serving me better than he could ever dream of.”

Pete answered the questions by caressing Vegas’ balls, squeezing them between his fingers and
looking up at him with a pleading gaze. And as if Pete had pressed a magic button, Vegas spilled
into his mouth.

Fuck. What was it about Pete’s mouth that always got him off so quickly?
He watched Pete swallow once he pulled off and stood up to face him. Pete’s expression was
completely calm, his slightly swollen lips the only hint that something had occurred at all.

“Are you going to tell him?” Pete asks. Vegas was still a little delirious from the unexpected
blowjob but tried to focus on Pete anyway.

“Hmmm, maybe… But for now I think I’ll keep you to myself” he smirks, reaching up to pet
Pete’s head, but Pete had already backed away out of his reach.

“Good” Pete nods before turning and leaving the bathroom with a confident smile on his face.

Vegas watched Pete walk away from him, leaving him leant against the wall, cock out, in the
middle of the bathroom.

Fuck.

How had his attempt to tease Pete ended up like this?

He’d intended to lightly blackmail Pete into spilling trade secrets. But why did he feel like Pete
somehow had all the power over him now?

What was weird was that he wasn’t even upset about it. In fact he found Pete’s confidence
incredibly sexy and he was already imagining the next time he would get to feel his body pressed
against him. He wanted another chance to knock that cocky smile from his lips.

That night and now, had been some of the best orgasms of his life. Maybe Pete could be more
useful to him than the information he had stored in his pretty little head.

Vegas put his dick away and tried to adjust his appearance so he didn’t look like he’d just had the
life sucked out of him.

In that moment of post orgasm clarity, he decided his goal surrounding Pete would change.

A mole was good, but realistically he could find a mole in other places. A good fuck buddy
however, those were hard to come by. Especially one that had the kind of effect on him that Pete
did. He'd be an idiot to let him slip through his fingers.

He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He would make Pete his.

Pete was proud of himself. Although he’d managed to leave the bathroom with an aura of fake
confidence, on the inside, he was shaking. He walked back to his desk in disbelief of what he’d just
done in the company bathroom, which he now realised anyone could've walked in on at any time.
Shit.

He hadn’t intended to suck Vegas off. Although his mind didn’t do much to combat that thought
once it appeared in his head. In that moment, he’d thought that the best solution to his problem was
to give Vegas what he wanted the first time they met in the club. So as if it was a reflex, he’d
dropped to his knees and focused his attention on giving him the best blowjob he could manage.

In hindsight this probably wasn't a good idea. All he’d succeeded in doing was giving Vegas even
more power over him. If Kinn found out about this, he was finished for sure. The first time he
could brush off as an honest mistake. This time though, he had no explanation for what just
happened.
 He knew Vegas well enough to know that he was going to use this to force him into doing
whatever he wanted. For fuck sake, why couldn’t he just think things through properly?

He cursed himself for being so impulsive when he’s tired. Stupid horny Pete, making stupid
decisions.

Chapter End Notes

There's a whole lot of smut ahead in the next few chapters now that the plot is finally
starting to develop ;)
 No strings attached
Chapter Notes

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“I need to talk to you.”

“Who is this?”

“Vegas. Obviously.”

“… How did you get my number?”

“I have my ways.”

Pete rolled his eyes.

“What do you want?”

“Meet me at my apartment at 19:00”

“Fine.” Pete sighed.

Pete didn’t want to go, but realistically he knew he didn’t exactly have a choice.

Ever since yesterday's incident in the company bathroom, Pete had been waiting to see what
Vegas’ next move would be. He knew he was most likely going to use the fact they’d had sex to
blackmail him into something. He knew this was a bad idea, but he still found himself showing up
as instructed.

Vegas buzzed him into the building and Pete stood in the elevator contemplating the life decisions
that lead him to this point as he waited for the elevator to stop at the penthouse.

He knocks on the door and Vegas lets him in. He was wearing a silk green robe, chest exposed,
hair fluffy from seemingly just having had a shower. He looked fucking hot and it only aided in
pissing Pete off, not that this whole situation wasn’t doing that already.

“What do you want Vegas?” Pete demands.

“Is that any way to talk to me?” Vegas shook his head in disapproval.

“You’re not my boss and you're currently blackmailing me, forgive me for not being polite.” Pete
gives him a snide smirk.

Vegas rolled his eyes as he turned and walked back into his apartment. Pete shut the door behind
him and followed quietly.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about actually. Have a seat” Vegas gestured to the couch.

Pete was hesitant but sat down anyway. Vegas sat down next to him, sitting with his legs slightly
spread in a way that parted his robe to expose his thighs. Pete didn’t dare look any higher for fear
he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Vegas notices Pete’s gaze shift and smirks to himself before continuing “I’m not trying to
blackmail you Pete”

“So what are you doing then?”

“Can I be honest?...”

“Please” Pete gestures for him to go on.

“I was going to try and blackmail you” he shifts to lean his elbow on the back of the couch,
crossing one leg over the other as he angles himself to face Pete.

“It’s true when I said I didn’t know who you were that night, but the next day it’s all I could think
about”

“I’ve never met someone that after one encounter, had me considering a second time. I had to find
out who you were. So, my surveillance team found you, and once I realised who you were, I
thought I could use you to get to Kinn.”

Pete narrowed his eyes as he looked suspiciously at Vegas. “So that second night in the club you
approached me for what? You were going to deceive me into fucking you again so you could hold
it over me and force me to leak confidential information?” Pete raised an eyebrow.

“….yes.” Vegas admitted guiltily.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I’ve changed my mind Pete, I don’t want to use you.” Vegas states, “Well, I do, but not
like that” he smirks.

“Fact is, I’m in need of a good fuck buddy and I’m too busy to find one” Vegas states. “But you,
me, we, work. We’re clearly very sexually compatible, and I know Kinn keeps you busy too.”

“So you want me to be your fuck buddy?”

“Yes, no strings attached, when we need to let of some steam, we fuck. That's it, I won’t tell Kinn
what happened, I’ll avoid you in public, it’ll be our little secret” he grins.

“And if I don’t want to..”

“Then I’ll let you walk away…” he smiled genuinely “....But if Kinn somehow finds out about that
night or your little stunt in the bathroom then there’s not much I can do I’m afraid… ” he muses
tauntingly.

“So you’re not really giving me a choice are you?” Pete deadpans.

“What can I say? I’m an opportunist” He smiles. “I wouldn’t suggest this if I thought you didn’t
want it. Your body doesn’t lie Pete, you’re attracted to me, you like what I did to you and I know
you want more” he smiles darkly, shifting his body slightly closer to Pete in temptation.

Pete couldn’t really deny his words. He didn’t like that Vegas had managed to read him so easily,
but he couldn’t deny it was the truth.

“Kinn can’t know” Pete states seriously.

“No one will know.”

“If anyone finds out, we’re done” Pete states, giving him a warning glare.

Vegas nods.

“And it’s just sex yeah?” Pete checks.

“Yes.” Vegas confirms. “I don’t do relationships”

“Good, me neither” Pete smiles. Pete didn’t have time for relationships, and if he did, he certainly
wouldn’t be choosing his boss's cousin.

Was this stupid and illogical? Yes

Did that stop Pete? No

The irony was’t lost on Pete, that the way he was going to hide the fact that he’d mistakenly slept
with Vegas, was by continuing to sleep with Vegas.

This would no doubt end up backfiring much worse than if he just told Kinn what happened and
that it was an honest misunderstanding. He knew that by continuing to be involved with him, he
was just setting himself up for more speculations about his loyalties if Kinn ever did find out.

However, that didn’t stop him. If he came clean now then that would mean he wouldn’t get to fuck
Vegas again, and Pete found that he didn’t like that idea. As long as Vegas didn’t try to pry into his
work life, then what was the harm in enjoying himself? They were both consenting adults. Why
couldn’t they have some fun?

He wasn’t sure exactly what it was about the man that drove Pete crazy, but all he knew was that
he’d never felt so good as he did when Vegas was touching him. With how stressful work was on a
day to day basis, Pete needed this, he needed to be able to let himself go and Vegas had already
proved himself more than capable of giving him what he needed. Pete could handle the risks.

Pete must have been zoning out as when he met Vegas' eyes, he was smirking at him. Suddenly
Pete realised he'd been staring at Vegas' chest the entire time. He should be embarrassed about
that, but he wasn't, it was Vegas' fault for that damn robe that barley covered anything. As he
looked a little closer, he was almost certain that he'd loosened it even more since he sat down.

Vegas smirks at him “Sorry, am I distracting you?”

“Don’t act like that wasn’t your entire plan when you chose this outfit” Pete glares at the robe
knowingly. "So are you going to fuck me now or not?” he adds bluntly.

A low noise formed in the back of Vegas’ throat. “Oh, pet” he sighs, shaking his head in mock
disapproval as he stands up. “You’re in for a long night” smirking.

Pete gulped but couldn’t help the shiver of anticipation that coursed through him.

The next series of events were a bit of a blur. One minute he was sitting on the couch, the next
Vegas had grabbed him and pulled him to his sex room. Pete let Vegas guide him into the position
he wanted and before he knew it he was standing, naked, on his tiptoes in the middle of the room.
Chains were cuffed around his wrists, his arms pulled up above him, securing him in place.

His arms were taking most of his weight aside from the slight touch of his toes on the floor. He
knew his arms would kill tomorrow, but Pete was currently enjoying the subtle ache from being
strung up and at Vegas’ mercy.
Pete couldn't see Vegas, but he could feel his presence behind him. The warmth that radiates from
his body as he he lets his fingers skim teasingly over his hips. He feels his breath against his back
as he sinks to his knees.

Pete can’t help but bite his lip in anticipation. His head rolling to the side to rest against his arm as
he feels his lips kissing over his ass, starting by sucking what was bound to be a number of
prominent hickeys onto his cheeks, gradually making his way towards the centre, where Pete was
already clenching in anticipation of what was to come.

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve been imagining eating you since that night”

Pervert, Pete thought to himself, although he couldn’t help but feel a little smug that his body left
such a lasting impression on Vegas.

“So perfect” he breathed against his hole as he placed a kiss there. Pete felt a shiver tingle up his
spine.

Pete clenched in surprise as he felt a wetness tease his entrance. Vegas trailed his tongue in circles.

He was so glad he’d thought to have a shower before coming here, otherwise he’d probably be a lot
more reluctant about this.

Pete had never done this before. The sensation was strange, but he didn’t hate it. In fact, he found
himself subconsciously pushing back towards Vegas' face. Just knowing he was behind him on his
knees clutching Pete’s body possessively in his hands as he buried his tongue inside him, had Pete
going crazy.

It had Pete’s mind going places. Like what it would feel like to sit on his face, letting Vegas devour
his ass while Pete sucked his cock. This was a dangerous slope Pete realised, he was opening his
mind up to a whole new world of unexplored desires, knowing that Vegas could give it to him.

Pete lost himself in the feeling of Vegas’ tongue pushing in and out of his ass, the moans that
Vegas was letting out vibrated against his skin.

Pete didn’t know how long he stayed there for, his arms were starting to ache but he couldn’t bring
himself to care. Eventually, he felt Vegas’ lips leave his hole and start to place kisses up his spine.

The kisses were soft, but accompanied by a lot of sucking. Pete knew Vegas was turning him into
his own canvas of marks and bruises. Vegas’ lips eventually reached the base of his neck and as he
stood flush behind him, he could feel the warm skin of his chest pushed against his back. Although
the most prominent feeling was Vegas' hard erection poking at his ass.

Pete had never met someone who could go from soft to rock hard just by eating someone out, but it
left Pete feeling a bit in awe. Any remaining reservations he had about this arrangement were long
gone. He wanted Vegas, he needed Vegas. He’d surrender himself to this man completely if it
meant he could keep feeling like this.

“Please” Pete whimpered, grinding his hips back into Vegas erection. It was more difficult than
he’d hoped, since his feet were barely touching the floor he struggled to get enough leverage to
move the way he wanted. He felt more like he was just awkwardly flailing.

Vegas chuckled in Pete’s ear. “Look at you pet, so desperate for me.” He said breathily in
satisfaction.

“What should I do to you pet?”

“You’ve been so good for me today, should I reward you?” Vegas ponders.

“Please” Pete breathed, head rolling back to rest on Vegas shoulder as Vegas trailed his hands over
his chest

“Or should I punish you for what you did in the bathroom yesterday” he asks, with a quick pinch to
Pete’s nipple.

Pete let out a yelp of surprise, but it only ended up pushing him further into Vegas’ chest.

Pete didn’t know what to do, he was so tightly wound up that the only thing he could think of was
Vegas cock pressed against his ass. He needed him, he needed to feel that stretch again.

“Fuck me Vegas please” Pete whines desperately. “I need it, I need you… please” he begged.

He felt Vegas breath hitch against his neck as his grip tightened around his body. He gripped his
waist with such ferocity that Pete was sure he would leave bruises in his wake.

“I love it when you beg for me pet” he growled, grinding his hips against Pete’s ass as a reward.

Pete shut his eyes and smiled in relief as he absorbed Vegas presence behind him, but was quickly
startled when he felt Vegas' touch leave him and pull away, followed by the sound of footsteps
retreating.

Pete’s eyes snapped open in panic.

No.

He wouldn’t.

He wouldn’t leave him here like this.

Would he?

He flails his body, trying to turn around to make sure he wasn’t leaving.

Vegas chuckled to himself as he opened his dresser and pulled out some lube and a condom.
“Don’t worry pet. I’m not going anywhere” he smiled as he marched forward so he was directly in
front of him.

He squirted some lube onto his fingers before setting it on the floor. His hands wrap around Pete,
trailing over his ass.

Vegas planted his feet sturdily on the floor “Wrap your legs around me pet” Vegas told him as he
held Pete's ass, helping him lift himself up so he could cling to him with his legs.

“Good boy” he smiles as his hand moves from his cheek to his hole, the first finger slipping in
easily.

Pete looked at the way Vegas was looking at him, staring deeply into his eyes. Their faces were so
close. If he leaned just a little closer their lips would be touching.

No. He couldn’t. This was the one thing he still had control over. Vegas could take whatever he
wanted from him, but not that. He had to keep something for himself. Pete pushed the idea from
his head and let his head rest on Vegas' shoulder.
“Look at you clinging to me '' Vegas taunts him. “You’re so hard pet, I’ve barely touched you.”

Pete suppressed a scoff. Like he could talk after his own body's reaction to eating Pete out.

There was something soothing about being wrapped in Vegas’ arms, his touch was almost gentle.
Despite the circumstances he could feel himself almost being lulled to sleep by Vegas' warm
presence and his gentle fingers, but that was most likely because despite finally managing to sleep
after he left work yesterday, his mind was too preoccupied by a certain dark haired cocky man, for
him to get any nurturing rest.

“Don’t fall asleep on me pet ” a harsh spank to Pete’s ass startled him back to the moment.

“Again…please” Pete mumbles against Vegas' neck.

Vegas spanks him again before pulling out his fingers, Pete had hardly noticed that Vegas had
progressed to three, probably because he’d intentionally been avoiding his prostate.

“Down pet” Vegas commands and Pete reluctantly unwraps his legs from Vegas' waist.

Vegas grabbed the end of the chains letting it slack so Pete could stand flat footed on the floor, but
his hands were still held above his head. Pete breathed a sigh of relief as the strain on his
shoulders lessened.

Vegas guides Pete over to the bed, pulling the chain across a grid on the ceiling and motioning for
Pete to get onto the bed. Once he was kneeling on the mattress, he sat back on his heels, letting the
relief flood through him. Vegas tightened the chain and secured it again. Leaving Pete just enough
slack that his arms weren’t bearing any weight, but keeping them held above his head in a way that
he knew he would be sore tomorrow.

Pete watched as Vegas slowly loosened his robe and let it fall to the floor, not being able to stop
his eyes from trailing over him. Pete had been right about his lack of underwear. Vegas knelt on
the bed in front of Pete. Pete raised himself up from where he was sat on his heels so their bodies
were aligned. Vegas was smiling down at where he pushed their hard cocks together.

“Look at you leaking for me pet” he smiles approvingly, letting his hand brush against Pete’s cock
as he rolls the condom onto his own. “So pretty aren’t you?”

“I’m going to watch as you cum untouched around my cock, like the needy little pet you are”

Pete shivered at Vegas words. Vegas sat in front of him and extended his legs between Pete’s so
that Pete was straddling over him. Pete desperately wanted to sink down onto him, but he knew
better.

Vegas took hold of his cock and wrapped his other arm around Pete's waist, gently guiding him
down so he could line himself up. Pete's breath hitched as the head poked at his entrance.

"Ready pet?" Vegas asks.

Pete nods his head eagerly and starts to lower himself down. His mouth parts and his head rolls
back, a delightful moan leaving his lips as he engulfs Vegas' cock. The familiar stretch left a
blissful expression on his face as he tilts his head down to look at Vegas.

“You feel so good for me pet.” he smiles, hands settling on Pete's ass and squeezing him gently as
he adjusted.
Pete always knew he had a praise kink, but Vegas’ praise felt different. It was like it reverberated
through him in a way that set every nerve ending on fire. He never wanted it to stop. He wanted to
be a good boy for Vegas just so he could hear those words fall from his lips.

Moment of gentleness over, Vegas' hands clutch tightly on Pete’s ass, grabbing him roughly and
starting to slam his hips forcibly up and down on his cock.

Pete couldn’t help the surprised moan that overtook him. The unexpected speed and power took
him off guard and his head rolled back in shock, his arms hanging limply in the air as he let himself
feel everything.

“Look at me pet” Vegas growled, spanking Pete’s ass hard. Pete looked down at him in a dazed
state, trying to focus, but couldn’t, because of the feeling of Vegas pounding relentlessly into him.

“I want see that pretty face when you cum on my cock pet”

Pete tried to beg, but all that left his lips were desperate moans. His breath was shaky. Vegas was
controlling Pete’s hips with such brutal force that Pete already felt like he was going to fall apart.

He felt Vegas shift a little under him and soon he was hammering up into Pete’s prostate. Pete
couldn’t take it. His body was shaking, his cock was twitching, he felt like he was going to pass out
from exhaustion. But Vegas beneath him, looking up at him with such a carnal expression, kept
Pete from surrendering just yet.

“Cum for me pet” Vegas smirks.

“Please” Pete whines. “Touch me, I need…”

Vegas spanks him again. “No pet. You cum from my cock, or you don’t cum at all” he scolded
him.

“I can’t.”

“Yes you can."

Pete whines in protest. He’d never cum untouched before, he couldn’t, but he didn’t want to
disappoint Vegas. Tears started to form in his eyes.

“ You look so pretty right now pet” Vegas glare softened a little but his quick thrusts remained just
as forceful. He could see Vegas starting to strain from his exertion as he was nearing his own
climax. His veins were visible along his arms. He looked so fucking sexy.

“So wrecked just for me. ” he praises as he thrusts harshly against his prostate.

“My good boy”

Pete’s back arched as his orgasm washed over him. His body went slack as he fully let go. He
could feel his cock twitching, he could feel Vegas still inside him, but his mind was gone. Vegas
seemed to have stopped moving, instead just holding Pete’s hips down flush against his own as he
briefly managed to recognise the feeling of Vegas’ cock twitching inside him as he filled the
condom. Pete was delirious as he fell forward, he would’ve collapsed on top of Vegas if not for the
chains pulling him back.

He felt warm hands caressing his back as he came to his senses. Pete looked down to see Vegas
still sat beneath him, staring up at him, carefully studying his movements and expressions as he
waited for Pete to come back to himself.

“Fuck” Pete muttered, which just made a grin spread across Vegas’ face.

“Fuck indeed” he chuckles appreciatively.

Vegas helps Pete lift himself off his cock and shuffles out from underneath him.

“Wait there” Vegas said softly as he stood up from the bed.

Like he had a choice.

He soon felt his hands falling from the air. He looked up to see Vegas had loosened the chain
completely. He groaned, his arms were stiff and uncomfortable. He tried to roll his shoulders to
stretch but Vegas came over and grabbed his hands. He released him from the cuffs that bound his
wrists and gently checked them for any signs of injury.

Pete let himself sit on the bed as Vegas disappeared to the bathroom. He came back with a wet
towel, he walked over to Pete, clearly with the intent of cleaning him, but Pete took the towel from
his hand instead.

Vegas didn’t protest and let Pete clean himself before he handed the towel back and Vegas just
threw it haphazardly on the floor somewhere.

Vegas pulled on some clean underwear and went over to his drawer to retrieve something. Pete
didn’t pay much attention to what it was and was instead trying to process what to do next. He
knew what a fuck buddy relationship was, but he was still confused on what came after the
fucking. Was he meant to leave now? Vegas didn’t look like he was waiting for him to leave
though.

“Lay on your stomach.”

Pete lay down on his chest and, to his surprise, Vegas was soon straddling his lower back. Pete
was confused and quickly tilted his head. Were they not done yet? Why did he bother cleaning
then?

“Relax” Vegas emailed softly as he pounded some massage oil onto his hands before his hands
found Pete’s shoulders, rubbing into him with a firm pressure.

Pete lay in a stunned silence, not quite knowing what to make of this.

“What's wrong?” Vegas asks.

“Nothing, it's just this…”

“The massage?”

“Yeah…”

“You don’t need to overthink it, I’m just taking care of you Pete” Vegas assures him.

“No one’s ever done this before” Pete mumbles.

“Seriously?” Vegas said in genuine surprise.

“Aftercare is always just cleaning up, sometimes a hot drink or a shower, never…this.” Pete
 shrugged beneath his grip.

“Well it is with me.” Vegas stated. “I like fucking you Pete, but I won’t be able to keep doing that
unless I also look after you, will I?”

“I guess not” Pete sighs as he starts to completely relax into Vegas’ touch. “Would you rather
Kinn ask you questions about why you're moving like a robot tomorrow if you’re all stiff?” Vegas
asked lightheartedly.

“That’s a good point,” Pete mutters.

He had to admit Vegas was good at this, he could feel all the tension leaving his shoulders. Vegas
moved his hands to work on his arms now, taking each one carefully and massaging his muscles
before making his way down to his wrists.

Pete was surprised. From the stories he’d heard about Vegas, he was known to be cold and
ruthless in the business world. Pete had witnessed many meetings between Kinn and Vegas. Pete
didn’t think someone like him was capable of being this caring, but it was oddly nice.

From previous sexual encounters Pete had honestly been expecting to have been offered a quick
shower before being shooed away for the evening.

He hadn’t expected this. There wasn’t even anything sexual about it, he was just genuinely trying
to relax his muscles after being held in the restraints for the past hour.

There was massage oil everywhere, but Pete didn't care, it wasn’t like it was his sheets that were
getting ruined. As his muscles relaxed, he felt comfortable. There was still the ache in his
shoulders, which he knew would linger for a while, but it wasn’t as annoyingly piercing as it had
been. It seems Vegas really did know how to take care of him. It made him feel safe, like he could
completely let himself go and trust that Vegas would be there to catch him.

Common sense was screaming at him that the last person he should trust is Vegas, but it seems his
mind and his body were working on completely different wavelengths. Pete knew which one he
would rather listen to.

Chapter End Notes

Now the fuck buddy arc has officially started, sexy times ahead, I'm trying to space it
out a little so it's not just a smut overload, so there's a mixture of stuff coming.
In other news, remember a few months ago, when I got distracted from writing my
ongoing story by writing a completely new serial killer AU...
Yeah, well it happened again, so there's a high chance there will be two ongoing
stories in the near future as I'm impatient and want to share it :)
Don't really know how to describe it, but lord of the underworld Vegas, demon Macau
and BAMF Pete from Kinn's realm that Kinn sends to keep an eye on Vegas. So look
forward to that soon....
 Welcome Surprises
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Once they’d established their expectations for their arrangement, the two fell into a comfortable
relationship. Strangely, everything just worked.

To Vegas’ surprise, Pete was really easy going outside of the bedroom and would chat casually to
Vegas as if they’d been friends for years.

He was a little taken back by it at first, not expecting Pete to be so comfortable around him so
quickly. Given their complicated workplace history, he’d expected it would be harder to hold a
conversation outside the bedroom.

Their recent encounters meant that they were already well acquainted physically, but Vegas had
expected the rivalry to interfere with any attempts at emotional acquaintance. However, Pete didn’t
seem to care about the rivalry and was more than happy to talk to him casually like he would any
other of his friends. He supposed, the rivalry was never with Pete specifically, he was more of a
spectator on the sidelines of Vegas’ feud with Kinn. Which meant that since Kinn had been
removed from the equation, Vegas found himself enjoying Pete’s company.

They texted occasionally, but always kept it brief. They never used their names in messages, so as
not to unintentionally reveal their identities should anyone else happen upon a glance of their
messages. Vegas saved Pete as pet, and Pete saved Vegas as W . Vegas had protested originally,
but when he was unable to name any other person he or Kinn knew, whose name starts with the
letter V, he finally relented.

“A W is like two Vs so really it's twice as good” Pete grinned jokingly in explanation.

Vegas found himself amused by that reasoning, and didn’t protest any further.

Whenever the two had a free evening, Pete would meet Vegas at his apartment. It was the natural
location for convenience since it was so much closer to both of their offices than Pete’s. He would
usually bring an overnight bag so he didn’t have to bother leaving stupidly early in the morning to
go home and change.

Vegas had said he didn’t mind going to Pete’s some nights to make things easier, but Pete had
brushed him off. His explanation being that Vegas had a whole sex room at his disposal so his
apartment would be the obvious choice. Pete had joked that his shitty apartment's roof wouldn’t
have the structural support to allow Vegas to chain him to the ceiling.

Vegas chuckled and didn’t broach the subject again, since he suspected the real reason Pete didn’t
want him there, because he thought that Vegas would think it beneath him.

Contrary to popular opinion, Vegas wasn’t a snob. He didn’t care how much Pete’s apartment cost,
how nice, or how spacious it was. As long as it had surfaces to fuck Pete against, Vegas would be
quite comfortable there. However for Pete's comfort, he decided that unless Pete chose to invite
him over, he wouldn't mention it again.

Obviously, no matter how good both their stamina was, they couldn’t fuck constantly. So they
would often have dinner together before or after. They would sit and talk about random things,
although never anything work related. That was an unspoken boundary between them which they
both respected.

The sex was incredible. Now that they’d had time to sit down and do a proper kink negotiation,
everything just flowed when they were in the bedroom. Pete felt that he was truly able to let go and
trusted that Vegas was there to catch him.

Vegas had familiarised himself with Pete’s body and his limits so that he was intimately aware of
every small detail. The screams of pleasure he could draw from Pete while he pushed him carefully
to the edge made for the most erotically satisfying sex he’d ever had.

It was a Thursday evening. Pete was over at Vegas’ again. He’d just finished taking a shower after
the evening's activities. Vegas had pinned Pete to the wall the moment he arrived and proceeded
to fuck him in painfully slowly in the hallway. Pete was surprised and still a little sore from
yesterday, but accepted the ambush nonetheless.

After his shower, Pete eventually emerged from Vegas’ bedroom, wearing one of his t-shirts and a
pair of tracksuit bottoms he’d found in his wardrobe. He immediately went to find Vegas in the
kitchen, the tempting aroma that filled the apartment already making his mouth water.

When Vegas became aware of Pete’s presence in the kitchen, he looked up at him, his small smile
changing into an expression that Pete couldn’t quite read. Pete ignored it and took a seat at the
counter while he waited for Vegas to serve the delicious meal he'd been looking forward to all day.

“Did you not bring your own clothes today?” Vegas asks as his eyes rake over him.

“I did, but I left them in the hallway and didn't want to walk through your entire apartment naked to
retrieve them.” Pete shrugged.

“I wouldn’t have complained,” Vegas smirked.

“I know you wouldn’t have, but I didn’t want to risk another ambush…” he gave Vegas a pointed
look. “I haven't eaten since breakfast. Before anything else, I. Need. Food.” He declares.

“Well, dinner should be five minutes or so.” Vegas tells him as he leans against the counter to look
at Pete while he waits for the food to finish cooking. “Why didn’t you eat today?”

“Some client decided they were above the idea of appointments, so just showed up this morning
and demanded a meeting. I had to run around to prepare everything for that, then I had to rearrange
Kinn’s entire day, some of which were too short notice to be moved because… reasons . I ended
up having to go instead and, as usual, no one is ever happy when they realise Kinn has only sent
his assistant.” Pete sighed.

Vegas frowned.

“I just wish that for once they would look at me with at least a tiny bit of respect, but no I’m just
Kinn’s assistant who can’t possibly know what he’s talking about.” He mumbled bitterly.

“Sorry” Pete glances at Vegas. “I was rambling a bit wasn’t I?” he brushes it off with a smile. “I
didn’t eat because I didn’t have time between meetings since I had to drive myself around all day.”

“It’s fine.” Vegas stated. “They sound like assholes, you can rant if you want” he offers.

“I’d love to, but….” Pete trails off.

“Reasons?” Vegas looked at him knowingly.

“Yeah, reasons.” Pete nodded.

Reasons had become a magic word of understanding between the two. They’d never even really
discussed it, but much like the rest of their friendship, it just fell naturally into place. Pete saw it as
a safeword of sorts, a word he could use to avoid having to explain anything overly work related.
Vegas had picked it up too, so now it was just there as a much needed buffer. It allowed them to
complain to each other about the stresses of their day, enabling them to get it off their chests,
without having to admit any specifics that shouldn’t be shared between them.

“Well this should cheer you up” Vegas smiles, putting the food into a bowl and sliding it over to
Pete.

Pete smiled as the bowl of noodles appeared in front of him. He loved Vegas’ noodles. He’d had
no idea that Vegas was such a good cook until he tasted his food for the first time. His homemade
noodles quickly became one of his favourites. It couldn’t quite beat his grandmother's special
curry, but it was a close second.

“Thanks” Pete grins, already devouring the bowl with his eyes before Vegas handed him a pair of
chopsticks. Pete wasted no time digging in.

“How was your day?” Pete mumbles between mouthfuls.

“Alright I guess. Didn’t have to deal with quite so many incompetent people today, so that was
nice” Vegas shrugged.

Pete chuckled. “You think everyone is incompetent.”

“No. I think most people are. There are some exceptions.”

Pete rolled his eyes.

They finish their meal and Pete washes the dishes. Vegas tries to intervene, but Pete insists.

“I’m going to take a shower” Vegas informs him just as Pete was drying his hands. “Would you
like to join me?” he smiles.

While Pete had only just taken a shower before dinner, he knew that the invitation had nothing to
do with cleanliness.

Pete looked conflicted for a moment. He was still quite sore from yesterday and while Vegas had
been reasonably gentle earlier, he didn’t think he could take anything else today without it being a
little uncomfortable. That being said, he just couldn’t bring himself to deny Vegas when he looked
at him like that.

“Okay” Pete eventually agrees quietly, following Vegas to his bedroom.

Vegas quickly disappeared into the bathroom while Pete strips off the clothes he’d stolen and
leaves them on Vegas’ bed. Since they were still clean, he intended to put them back on afterwards.
He had to admit, Vegas’ clothes were comfortable. He didn’t know if he used some fancy fabric
softener or something, but they felt super soft, Pete was determined to steal them for the evening.

He joined Vegas in the shower, the water was already warm as Vegas turned around to face him,
giving him a small smile as he admired Pete’s body with the same hungry expression he does every
time.

“You’re sore aren’t you?” Vegas asks as he runs his hands down Pete’s sides.

Pete nods his head. “A little” he admits.

“Okay, I won’t fuck you again tonight” he assures him with a gentle smile. Pete smiles in relief,
letting out a content sigh as he felt the water run down his back as Vegas pulled him closer.

“Can I touch you though pet ?” his hands begin slowly trailing up his thighs towards his cock.

Pete nods.

“Mmm” Vegas hums in approval. “Always so eager for me to touch you, aren’t you?” he smiles as
he lets his hand brush over Pete’s cock.

His cock begins to stir, seeking out Vegas’ touch. Pete had accepted the effect Vegas had on him,
he stopped overthinking everything about him or his intentions and just let himself feel. His body
was Vegas’ now, and Pete didn’t really mind that.

“So responsive aren't you pet ?” he smiles, eyes clouded with desire as he squeezes the tip. He
begins to slowly move his hand up and down, stroking him to full hardness. Water was terrible for
lubrication, but the small amount of precum combined with the slow movement of Vegas' hand,
kept the dry, burning sensation at bay.

Pete closes his eyes and tilts his head back, letting himself feel everything. The gentle patter of
water on his skin, Vegas’ warm breath fanning over his neck. The squeeze of Vegas’ hand as he
alternates between stroking and teasing.

Pete was accustomed to following Vegas’ instructions. He always obeyed, mainly because Vegas’
praise always made him feel tingly. Vegas was very much a giver, he found his own pleasure in
watching Pete fall apart. However knowing that Vegas wasn’t going to fuck him after this had a
twinge of annoyance in the back of his mind.

There was the possibility that after he got Pete off, he would push him down onto his knees to take
him in his mouth, and usually Pete would love that idea. However, given their current location,
him on his knees meant one of two things...

One, he had Vegas in his mouth while water was pouring on his face, interfering with his
breathing, or obscuring his view of the sinful expression Vegas always looked at him with.

Two, he positioned himself out of the spray and ended up shivering from the chill of being naked
but not under the warm water. Neither of these scenarios particularly appealed to Pete at this
moment in time.

The hard press of Vegas’ cock against his thigh was demanding his attention though. He really
wanted to reach out and touch him, but he knew better than to touch without permission.

“Can I touch you too?” Pete asks breathily.

“Of course pet” Vegas grins as Pete’s hand wraps around him. His cock was heavy in his hand. He
let his thumb swipe over the head and Pete can’t help but bite his lip as Vegas pushes himself
closer against him.

“Vegas” Pete moans and he feels Vegas’ body shiver as his cock twitches in his hand. Interesting.
Pete lets his lips trail over Vegas’ neck, kissing gently before making his way down to his
collarbone, where he starts to suck marks onto his skin.

They both had a rule about visible marks, Pete didn’t mind them on his neck as long as they could
be hidden beneath his turtleneck. In contrast Vegas didn’t like anything on his neck at all, so on the
rare occasions when Pete was able to mark Vegas, it was always on his chest or collarbone.

Pete let his hand trail down to fondle Vegas’ balls, squeezing them gently. Pete glanced up at
Vegas through his lashes. Vegas was a sight to behold, his bottom lip was trapped between his
teeth, eyes closed, with a blissful expression. Looking at him had his cock twitching in Vegas'
hand, he knew he was close, he just had to make sure Vegas got there soon.

He focused on marking Vegas' chest again, his hand returning to Vegas’ cock to stroke him with
new found determination.

Vegas thrusted one hand into Pete’s hair, holding his head against his chest, looking down at him
fondly as they continued to stroke each other's cocks, their pace increasing as they became more
desperate for release.

“Such a good pet ” Vegas moans as Pete squeezes him tightly in his hand, his body straightening
up so they were face to face again, their eyes locked on each other.

“Vegas” Pete moaned, “please” he looked into his eyes

“Cum for me pet ” Vegas moans hotly into Pete’s ear.

Pete let go, arching into Vegas’ touch as he felt Vegas twitching in his hand. They came together,
breathing heavily as Pete rested his head on Vegas’ shoulder to catch his breath.

The way Vegas’ hand held the back of his neck felt strangely intimate, but Pete found that he
didn’t hate it.

They cleaned themselves up quickly before leaving the shower and getting ready for bed. Pete put
Vegas’ clothes back on and climbed under the covers.

Since they officially started their arrangement, they slept together in Vegas’ bed instead of Pete
sleeping separately in the sex room. They both just slept. The bed was massive, so there was plenty
of room for them both to sleep comfortably without interfering with each other.

Vegas didn’t usually sleep with the men he fucked. But with Pete, he found that he didn’t mind.

It was the cuddling that usually annoyed him. Aftercare was one thing, Vegas' peaceful slumber
however was not something he liked people interfering with. Pete never tried to cuddle him.
Sometimes he would wake up with his arm flopped over Pete’s torso, or one of Pete’s legs tangled
with his, but that he didn’t mind.

This arrangement was ideal. Pete was close enough that he could wake him up by touching him,
but he didn’t cling to him like an annoying little leech when he slept.

He looked over to see Pete was already sleeping. He really must’ve had a long day. He was facing
the opposite direction, the sheets hugged the curve of his waist, the marks from their earlier
hallway session were visible on the back of his neck. Vegas couldn’t help but lie on his side and
admire his handiwork.
He thought back to their activities of this evening, smiling to himself. Vegas didn’t really enjoy
vanilla sex. It was okay once in a while, but he would much rather be tearing someone apart in his
sex room. Although, he found that with Pete he didn’t mind the gentler pace.

The sex was never boring, so even though tonight all they’d done was fuck slowly against the wall
and wank each other off in the shower, Vegas still felt the same feeling of satisfaction coursing
through him as he did every time he fucked Pete. It was intriguing the effect Pete had on him, and
now that he'd experienced it, he wasn’t opposed to taking Pete in softer ways sometimes,
especially if it meant he would moan his name like that again.

Pete panting out Vegas between moan filled breaths was a sound he didn’t know he needed until
now. In their future sessions he knew that if he asked Pete to moan his name, he would. But there
was something about it being his natural reaction, that fact that he wasn’t even aware he was doing
it, that made it all the more appealing. Vegas wanted to see how else he could draw that absolutely
sinful sound from his lips.

Pete arrived at work the next day to a large pile of papers waiting for him on his desk. This was not
unusual. Annoying? Yes. But not unusual.

What was unusual however, was the note on top of the papers.

Khun Vegas called. He’s scheduled an appointment for tomorrow morning at 10:30 with Khun
Kinn. Please prepare the introductory documents for the Shanghai deal.

An appointment? Vegas had scheduled an appointment? This was unheard of. Usually he just
showed up without warning and stressed everyone out, now he’d actually set a general time for his
arrival?

Pete couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction. He had ample time to prepare what he needed for the
meeting as well as finish today's tasks, which meant he might be able to leave work relatively
stress free and on time tonight. Hurray!

Around twenty minutes later, Kinn arrived and Pete wandered into his office with his coffee and
morning briefing in hand.

“Good morning Khun Kinn” Pete smiles.

“Morning Pete” Kinn nods to him with a polite smile.

Pete briefs Kinn on the day’s events, to which Kinn listens and nods his head as he glances over his
emails on his computer.

“Oh also, Khun Vegas scheduled a meeting for tomorrow about the Shanghai deal”

Kinn looked up, his brows knitted in confusion. “He scheduled a meeting?”

“Yes Khun Kinn, he called admin this morning.”

“What’s he playing at?” Kinn mumbled suspiciously.

“I don’t know. I agree it is strange though.”

“Keep an eye on him tomorrow, he must be up to something” Kinn warns him.

 “Yes Khun Kinn.” Pete nods before leaving the room.

Chapter End Notes

Vegas is going to fall so hard and I love it. I wrote a few of the later fluff scenes this
week and oh boi I'm a sucker for soft Vegas.

New Demon!AU, To hell and back again , will be out at some point this week. Just
saying this version of Macau is my favourite I've written. He's ready to be a nuisance
and I love that for him.
 New Experiences
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Pete was interesting. Vegas had never noticed it before, since he had only ever seen Pete
obediently following Kinn around, always remaining incredibly professional. However, over the
two short weeks since their arrangement started, Vegas started to discover new sides to him.

There was obviously the submissive side, the man who begged so beautifully and reacted to his
every touch. He let everything go and Vegas was honestly surprised that Pete had instilled so
much trust in him in such a short period of time. The state that he allowed Vegas to bring him to,
where the only thing on his mind was Vegas and how he was making him feel, was something he’d
never shared with anyone before, let alone in two short weeks.

But there were other sides too, like his domestic side. Usually when Pete came over for the
evening, they would eat a light dinner and chat for a bit before getting down to business. He was
always so relaxed, they would talk casually about their lives as they waited for their food to digest
enough that neither of them would feel sick. Pete treated him like a friend, which was something
Vegas wasn’t used to. Vegas didn’t have many true friends. Most people approached him with
ulterior motives, so he usually didn’t bother with the hassle of maintaining true friendships.

Pete however had seemed to have declared them friends, regardless of if Vegas wanted to be his
friend or not. The longer they spent together, the more Vegas warmed to the idea of being Pete’s
friend. Pete didn’t have a hidden agenda, he wasn’t trying to impress him, he was just
unapologetically himself, and that gave Vegas a sense of freedom to be himself that he’d never
really felt before. It was an alien feeling, but he didn’t hate it.

At work Pete continued to be utterly professional. He would call him ‘Khun Vegas’ and speak with
such politeness that no one would be able to guess that he’d been begging him to fuck his throat
just the night before. Vegas liked his work side. Knowing that behind the face he presented to the
world, was his pet, the special part of him that only Vegas got to appreciate.

Whereas before he would avoid it by all means necessary, Vegas found himself finding reasons to
visit Kinn’s office in person a lot more. Tolerating his cousin was a small price to pay to be able to
see Pete in the office. He liked teasing him and trying to get him to drop his serious mask. He
never did anything when Kinn was around as he knew it would stress Pete out in a way that
wouldn’t be fun for either of them, but that didn’t stop Vegas having his fun during the rare
occasions they were alone.

Today he was presented with the perfect opportunity, Pete was walking him to the meeting room.
Vegas stayed closely at his side, allowing his hand to trail down Pete’s back. Pete didn’t react,
even when Vegas squeezed his ass, he just pretended like nothing happened, expression faultless.

Challenge accepted pet.

They were meeting about the Shanghai deal, which to both Kinn and Vegas’ annoyance involved
them working together. The client knew of the family relation between them and didn’t like the
idea of limiting themselves to dealings with only one of their companies. The client was an
important one, the kind that had all of their competitors trying to jump on the chance to intercept.

They couldn’t afford for this business to go elsewhere. Even with the profit split, it would prove to
be advantageous to both companies so they had agreed to a merged contract. The client would get
their wish to be represented by both Kinn and Vegas’ companies, but this in itself required a lot of
behind the scenes work from both of them to ensure smooth operations.

Given their mutual distrust towards each other, both were eager to oversee all proceedings. Three
weeks ago Vegas would have detested having to spend so much time in Kinn’s office. However
now he actively looked forward to it, just knowing a certain smiley assistant would be present.

It was towards the end of the meeting when Pete’s phone rang. He excused himself to take the call
in the corner of the room. Vegas’ eyes discreetly followed him, holding his papers up in a way that
made it seem like he was reading them intently, when in reality he was too busy thinking about the
marks he knew hid under that black turtleneck.

“Khun Kinn, Porsche has arrived and is waiting in your office” Pete returns to the table.

Kinn smiled, for the first time since Vegas arrived, picking up his laptop and wandering off.

“Really?!” Vegas asked incredulously. “We aren’t done here, we still have to arrange several
meetings.” Vegas knew Kinn didn’t exactly respect him, but he thought he would be a bit more
professional.

Kinn turns to look at him with a bored expression.“Go arrange it with Pete” he brushes him off.
Suddenly Vegas didn’t mind the interruption quite so much.

“Pete” Kinn turns to Pete with a polite smile. “Could you assist Vegas with the rest of the agenda
please”

“Of course Khun Kinn” Pete nods.

Which is how he ended up sitting at Pete’s desk, leaning in close to look at his computer screen,
his hand resting on Pete’s thigh under the table.

Pete glared at him but made no effort to move the hand. Pete’s desk was secluded by the entrance
of Kinn’s office, there was a wall directly behind him, however there were lots of open desks
through the window in front of him. They were technically alone, but anyone could see them if
they moved suspiciously.

Vegas’ hand inched higher up his thigh making its way to his crotch. Despite the way Pete’s face
was perfectly set in an indifferent expression as he looked at the screen, the tent Vegas could feel
forming in Pete’s pants was telling him that his little pet wasn’t as unaffected by his presence as
he’d like to pretend.

Vegas leant his elbow on the table, leaning on his hand enough to cover his mouth. He doubted
anyone was watching through the window, but he wasn’t about to take that chance.

“I could make you cum right here pet” he smirks, squeezing his thigh and letting his knuckles
brush over his crotch.

“Don’t” Pete gives him a hard warning glare.

“What’s the matter pet? Worried your colleagues will see?” Vegas asks.

Pete didn’t say anything, just continued to glare at him as his hand gripped his computer mouse
tightly. Much to Vegas’ delight, he didn’t make any attempt to move away or say the word that
would really stop him.
“That didn’t bother you last time though, did it?” he smirks, his palm coming to rest over Pete’s
crotch and squeezing. Pete squirmed in his seat but tried to play it off as adjusting his position.

“Any of your colleagues could've walked in while you were on your knees for me” he smiles.

“But you didn’t think about that did you?”

“You were so desperate to have my cock in your mouth again that you just couldn’t help yourself
could you?”

“Such a little whore for me aren’t you pet ?”

The door to Kinn’s office opened and Vegas quickly removed his hand and relaxed in his chair,
looking at Pete’s computer screen as Kinn and Porsche walked out.

“Oh. Hi Vegas” Porsche smiles.

Vegas gives him a nod in greeting. He didn’t mind Porsche. In comparison to Kinn’s previous
boyfriends, Porsche was definitely the most tolerable. He obviously had a terrible taste in men, but
he wasn’t snobby or obnoxious. At the much dreaded family dinners, Vegas was capable of having
a conversation with him without wanting to punch him in the face, so he supposed they could be
considered friends.

“Pete, are you free tonight, do you want to head out to the bar?” Porsche walks over and leans
against the desk.

Vegas hoped Pete would deny him. He wanted Pete to himself tonight, but he knew that Pete
would probably want to go hang out with his actual friends for a change. Vegas had seen him most
nights after work for the past two weeks after all.

“I already have plans tonight, maybe some other time.” he suggests.

“Oooo, are you seeing your mystery man?” Porsche asks teasingly.

Vegas had to desperately contain his surprise so that it didn’t show on his face. Pete had told
Porsche about him?! Well he obviously hadn’t told him it was him. But he had clearly mentioned
something.

“No, not tonight.” Pete sighs. “I have to sort out some things for Grandma tonight.”

Vegas couldn’t help the disappointment that settled in his stomach.

Pete’s plan to take Vegas by surprise was in action the moment he squeezed his ass in the corridor.
Everything that happened during, and after, the meeting just added fuel to the burning fire. Thanks
to Porsche’s invitation, he was able to indirectly tell Vegas that he wouldn’t be coming over
tonight.

Vegas had given Pete the access code to his apartment, more often than not Pete would arrive
before he did, so it was easier than having to wait in the general area for Vegas to finally appear.
Today it would work to his advantage as he wouldn’t even need to knock on the door. Vegas
wasn’t going to know what hit him tonight.

As soon as work finished Pete made a quick shopping trip, before changing in the mall bathroom.
He never thought he would be fingering his ass in a public bathroom, but Pete had a plan, and
needs must. Then he quickly drove over to Vegas’ apartment, praying that Vegas would be in,
otherwise his plan was going to fall apart incredibly quickly.

He let himself in and smiled because the lights were on. He saw the back of Vegas’ head where he
was sitting on the couch.

Pete let the door shut loudly, the noise startling Vegas as his head whipped round to look at him in
surprise. He was clearly confused to see him, but before Vegas could get up to question his
unexpected appearance, Pete marched over, pulled Vegas’ tablet out of his hand and threw it down
on the other end of the couch.

Vegas didn’t even get a chance to protest before Pete had climbed on top of him and straddled his
lap.

Vegas’ confusion quickly disappears and a lazy smile forms on his face. He looks up at Pete, his
arms snaking around his waist and grabbing his ass. He pulled Pete towards him, grinding their
crotches together, clearly excited by this new development.

Pete chuckled, grabbing Vegas’ hands, removing them from his ass and pinning them against the
back of the couch as he leant down so their faces were mere inches apart.

“You think after the shit you pulled at work today I’m going to let you do whatever you want to
me?” he growled, eyes dark and warning. He wanted to call the shots tonight, he wouldn’t take
complete control, however he had no intention of being Vegas’ pliant little pet tonight.

As Vegas took in his new demeanour, Pete looked into his eyes for any sign of hesitation, but
when he was met with a look of intrigued encouragement, Pete’s smile widened.

Pete stands up, shucking off his jacket and throwing it on the floor. He steps out of trousers, to
reveal he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Vegas went to stand but Pete halted him, pushing him
back down on the couch.

“Stay” he commands, and to his genuine surprise, Vegas remains seated, looking up at Pete with a
dark expression.

“What are you doing pet?” Vegas asked, his voice was low and sultry and it had Pete’s cock
already desperate for attention.

Now he was here, he was starting to lose his willpower. The idea had seemed great in his mind, but
now that he had Vegas here, looking at him like he wanted to eat him alive, Pete was beginning to
struggle. He wanted to punish Vegas, but he also very much wanted to be devoured. Pete tried to
calm his conflicting thoughts as he removed his shirt. Vegas’ eyes glued to his every movement.

He could do this, he could punish Vegas. Work was a boundary for Pete. And while Vegas hadn’t
done anything specifically against his limits, Pete wanted to keep his professional life separate
from his sexual one. The bathroom had been a one off, a product of sleep deprivation and a burning
need to keep Vegas in the room. Now he wanted separation and he would be sure to discuss that
with Vegas later, after Vegas inevitably punishes Pete for punishing him. The thought of returned
punishment is what solidified Pete’s decision. So before he knew it, he was standing in front of
Vegas, completely naked, looking down at him with a dark glint in his eye.

“I’m going to take what I want, and you’re just going to sit there and let me enjoy myself,” Pete
informed him as he straddled his lap once again.
He was wearing grey sweatpants and a t-shirt. Usually when they met up, Vegas would be dressed
nicely before the first round. Always in one of those silky tops and tight pants that had Pete
internally drooling at the sight of him. But he couldn’t deny that this natural look, which was
clearly a result of his unexpected visit, was doing something for Pete.

“Little slut aren’t you?” Vegas scoffs as Pete settles in his lap, letting bare cock grind against
Vegas’ bulge.

Pete just responds with a nonchalant shrug.

Vegas’ eyes get impossibly darker as his arms settle around Pete’s waist.

“You better enjoy yourself pet, because I’m going to punish you for this” he warns, his breath
fanning over Pete’s chest.

“Mmm” Pete hums “I look forward to it” he smirks, which earns him a glare from the man
beneath him.

Pete grinds his hips excessively hard and Vegas’ gaze soon turns lust filled, his mouth parting as he
moans softly.

Pete reaches into Vegas sweatpants, and wraps his hand around his cock. “Already this hard for me
and I’ve barely touched you?” Pete smirks cockily.

He bit his lip as he teased Vegas’ length. He wanted to take Vegas in his mouth, but he fought that
urge, knowing that if he succumb to it, he would give in entirely and let Vegas fuck his throat,
which would only naturally end in Vegas regaining control over the situation. Pete was strong, he
could go one night without choking on Vegas’cock, probably .

“Hungry pet?” Vegas smirks knowingly. Pete curses how well Vegas could read his every desire.
His body couldn’t hide when it came to Vegas.

“Thought you were taking what you want?” Vegas quirks a teasing brow at him.

“You want it don’t you?” He whispers hotly in his ear. “You want to taste me.. want me to-“

“Shhh” Pete holds his hand over Vegas’ mouth. He didn’t need the temptation. Vegas was far too
good at cracking his resolve with the power of his words, so he held his hand there and looked at
him in warning. Vegas looked a little surprised at first but his eyes soon settled into a dark glare
once again. Pete was going to get it after this and he couldn’t wait.

“Take your cock out for me” Pete asked him, shifting his weight onto his knees so Vegas could
shuffle his sweatpants down enough to expose himself.

Pete hummed in satisfaction as it came into view, hard and leaking. He leaned over the arm of the
couch, it was a bit of a stretch but he managed to pull out the drawer of the table next to it,
grabbing a condom and some lube.

Pete tore the wrapper open and rolled the condom on to Vegas’ cock, squeezing the base just a bit
more than necessary to tease him.

He then squirted some lube into the tip of his cock, stroking him a few times to cover it.

Pete leaned forwards, towards Vegas, in a way that made it seem like he was going to sink straight
down onto him. Vegas caught his hips in his hands, preventing him from moving.
“Pet. Let me prep you first” he said in a gentle warning.

Pete couldn’t help but feel warmed by his concern. It was unnecessary of course. If there was one
thing Vegas should know about Pete by now, when he had a job to do, he always came prepared.

Pete maintains eye contact with Vegas as he reaches behind himself, grabbing the plug that was
settled between his cheeks and pulling it free. He brought it in front of him to show Vegas with a
cocky smirk.

When Vegas finally looked away from Pete’s face to the object in his hand, his gaze was quite
something. His eyes widened before settling in a dark glare. “How long have you been wearing
that?” Vegas asked in disbelief, eyes flickering between the plug and Pete.

Pete shrugged as he shuffles up his lap a little, lining himself up and sinking down, head rolling
back in bliss as he felt the delightful stretch.

“Who knows? Maybe I put it in before I came here, maybe I went to the bathroom when I got to
work this morning and put it in then, who’s to say?” he feigned disinterest in the question. He
started moving his body up and down, riding Vegas at a steady pace.

Pete had obviously not worn it to work, but the look on Vegas’ face at the insinuation, made his
cock twitch between them. He’d clear it up when they spoke about work boundaries later, but for
now he’d let Vegas believe he’d been walking around all day, stretched and waiting for him.

Vegas' hands settled on Pete’s ass, clutching his cheeks tightly in a way that Pete knew would
leave marks. To his surprise, he didn’t try to influence the pace though. Instead he just held his ass
and let Pete moved however he wanted.

Vegas looked up at him, his eyes were lust filled and his breaths were shallow, moaning as Pete
clenched around him.

“Fuck, you feel so good Vegas” Pete moaned. Vegas grabbed him even tighter, a deep moan
escaping him as Pete sped up his movements.

“You fill me up so perfectly…”

He’d been a little pent up since earlier when Vegas touched him under the table. Wearing the plug
for the past hour had kept him on edge with every movement, he needed to cum so desperately
now. He just had to get Vegas there as quickly as possible, and from his reactions to the praise Pete
was giving him, he could tell he was getting close.

“Touch me Vegas please, I need you.” Pete begged, head rolling back as he slammed his hips
down, losing himself in the feeling of Vegas’ cock buried deep inside him and the strong grip of
his hands on his ass.

Vegas took Pete’s cock in his hand, stroking him with practised precision, looking up at Pete with
an expression Pete had never seen on him before. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but he clutched
Vegas’ shoulders tightly as his orgasm approached. Vegas growled as Pete’s nails dug into his
skin.

“Please cum for me Vegas” Pete pleaded, looking at Vegas with desperation in his eyes. “Need to
feel you” he whines.

“Shit…..V- Vegas” Pete moans out as his release spurted out between them. Vegas clutched him
tightly as he filled the condom with a hitched breath.
Pete breathed heavily as he looked down at Vegas, trying to assess his expression. He didn’t look
angry. He didn’t look uncomfortable. He looked similar to how he did after all their other sexual
encounters, which eased Pete’s mind significantly.

Pete looked down at him nervously. Not sure what happened now.

Vegas must have sensed his uncertainty, and gave him a reassuring smile. Leaning forward to kiss
Pete’s chest as he gently caressed his sides. Pete relaxed instantly.

“Are you hungry?” Vegas asked, pulling back to look up at Pete.

Pete nodded shyly. He let himself pull off of Vegas and went to kneel on the ground between his
legs. Pete looked up at him patiently.

Vegas chuckled, reaching out and ruffling his hair. “I meant for actual food.” he smiled.

“Oh” Pete mutters, looking away in embarrassment.

“The time for that will come, don’t you worry pet, let’s get you fed first though shall we?” he
smirks as he stands up, reaching for Pete’s arms and guiding him to stand.

Pete follows Vegas obediently as he leads them to the bathroom to clean up. Pete didn’t know
when his punishment was coming, but he couldn’t help the way his skin tingled in anticipation.

Vegas quickly sorted himself out, helped Pete clean up and gave him something to wear before
going to make dinner. Pete followed him around from room to room, the subtle glimmer of
excitement always present on his face despite his attempt to mask it behind shy submission.

Vegas smirked to himself. Pete was clearly waiting for his punishment. If Pete thought he was
going waltz in, have his way with him, then retreat and enjoy his punishment, he had another thing
coming.

Vegas was going to draw this out for as long as he could. So he leisurely made dinner, and
conversed with Pete as if it were any other afternoon. Pete seemed confused but didn’t say
anything, knowing better than to question Vegas' actions. When the time came that Vegas crawled
into bed, Pete just looked at him from across the room.

“What is it?” Vegas asked.

“Nothing, it’s just, aren’t you going to…” Pete trailed off.

Vegas laughed “punish you?” He asked knowingly.

“Yeah”

“No.”

“No?!” Pete blurts out in confusion. “But I was a bad pet” Pete tries, clearly trying to tempt Vegas
into it.

“Correct, so bad pets aren't going to get rewarded with the punishments they want now are they?”
Vegas chuckles.

Pete huffed, which only made Vegas laugh harder.

 Pete climbed into bed. “I wish you didn’t know me so well” he glared.

Vegas smirked. “Nice try though.”

“Whatever” Pete mumbles before snuggling himself under the covers as he turns to face Vegas.

“Was it alright though?” Pete asked, a little apprehensively. “Did you enjoy it?…”

Vegas smiled, nodding his head. “I didn’t think I would. But I did.” He assured him, “I would have
stopped you if I didn’t, you know that.”

“I know” Pete admitted. “I was just a bit nervous that you wouldn’t hate it, but also not exactly like
it, and would just tolerate it in a weird mediocre state where it’s not so bad you want to stop but not
exactly good either” he rambled nervously.

“Pete. Sex with you is never mediocre. And I enjoyed it, I don’t mind trying new things every once
in a while, that’s why we work so well together” he said reassuringly.

Pete smiled, the relief evident on his face. “Well then I’m glad” he smiles. “Even if you don’t
punish me for it” he mumbles bitterly under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Goodnight” Pete cuts him off quickly as he turns and settles into a comfortable sleeping position.

“Goodnight” Vegas mutters back, smiling to himself in amusement.

As he listened to Pete’s breathing start to steady, Vegas couldn’t help but let his mind wander to
the events this evening.

Vegas never thought he was capable of surrendering control in the bedroom. However with Pete, it
didn’t feel that way. He felt like that even when he wasn’t in control, he was still in control, which
simultaneously didn’t make any sense, but also made perfect sense to him.

Pete had somehow managed to make him feel powerful while he sat there and let him ride him for
everything he had, and his immediate thought was that he wouldn’t mind doing it again.

Vegas knew Pete had a slight praise kink, but now Vegas was starting to reconsider his own.

The way Pete rode him was all his own doing, but the sinful praises he’d uttered about how good
Vegas was making him feel, how perfect he was… it was sending a shiver down his spine just
thinking about it.

This had never happened before, and if he thought about doing what they’d done with any of his
previous sexual partners, he felt uncomfortable, it was cringeworthy.

But Pete. He felt comfortable with Pete. He could be himself without judgement with Pete. Maybe
it was because they were both crystal clear on what their relationship was. Pete wasn’t someone he
was trying to manipulate into signing a better deal, or some random hookup he would fuck then
forget the next day. He was just Pete. Pete who he could try and experiment with, and have a
rational conversation about it. Pete was special and Vegas was so glad he’d stumbled across him in
the club that night.

Chapter End Notes

Strings are starting to appear... Vegas just cant tell the difference between strings and
bondage rope for now.

I won't drag this out for too long I promise, I don't have the patience to write slow
burn.
Updates with this will start to alternate with To hell and back again. Not really going to
have a set schedule.

Disclaimer as things start to progress: I'm a software developer, so I know fuck all
about business and contracts and stuff, my knowledge is purely based of dramas. So if
there's inaccuracies in the upcoming chapters...you saw nothing :)
 Strings everywhere
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Vegas didn’t get to see much of Pete in the office for the next week. He had no reason to visit and
he didn’t want to make Kinn suspicious if his visits started getting excessive. Vegas never really
stopped to think about why Pete was always on his mind. He just thought he'd finally found the
perfect fuckbuddy and the relationship was fulfilling all his needs.

It wasn’t until one fateful night that realisation hit him like a freight train. It shifted Vegas’ entire
view of their situation, and what Pete meant to him.

The day started like any other. He went to work, he answered emails, he attended boring meetings,
all in the knowledge that he wouldn’t be able to see Pete tonight to take his mind off it. He would
see Pete of course, but not in the way that would offer any real relief.

There was a charity dinner, which despite the illusion of charity, was more of a bragging contest
between Thailand’s elites. A couple of deals sometimes originated at these dinners but it was never
anything substantial enough to really interest him. Unfortunately he had to go, Kinn always went,
so if Vegas didn’t attend, then there would be talk among the family.

Which meant he reluctantly put on his nice white suit, since if he was going, he was sure as hell
going to make a statement, and turned up at the fancy hotel. He would go, tolerate the company,
make a sizeable donation and then leave.

It had only been around half hour since he arrived, and he was already bored out of his mind. He’d
given his assistant the night off since Praew was pregnant and he didn’t want her to be on her feet
all night. So here he was alone, ready to put on a practised smile and talk business with all the
other rich higher ups. He started a lap of the room, greeting the people he knew and listened with
fake interest as they droned on about things Vegas couldn’t care less about.

The only consolation was that Pete would be here tonight. Of course he wouldn’t be able to talk to
Pete without making Kinn suspicious, so he would have to settle for admiring his pet from afar as
he worked diligently to keep Kinn informed and introduce him to people.

Two nights ago Pete had sat at Vegas’ coffee table while he cooked dinner, pages and pages of
profiles scattered in front of him. He had to memorise the names and faces of around 50 high
ranking professionals before the dinner, and Vegas could tell he was stressed about it.

He knew Pete would be fine, he always was. As much as he hated Kinn, he had to admit that Pete
was damn good at his job. Not to mention he looked unbelievably attractive tonight.

His suit was professional, but he’d forgone the tie, the first few buttons undone exposing the top of
his chest. Vegas knew the marks he’d left on Pete last night would be visible, but he had a
suspicion that he’d probably used some concealer to hide them. Vegas pouted a little at that. Sure,
he knew why Pete had to hide them, but a part of him wishes he would let the world see that his
body belonged to someone, even if he couldn't tell them who.

His hair was styled in a way that exposed his forehead. At work Pete usually sported a bowl cut,
which made him look cute. When Vegas fucked him, his hair was always sticking out as odd
angles from the tugging. But as he looked at him now, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful
Pete really was. Oh, how he wished he could pull him into the nearest bathroom and have his way
with him. But unfortunately he couldn’t. Pete had sat him down over dinner last night to inform
him that he wanted complete separation between his work-life and his sex-life.

Since Pete was overseeing a lot of the shared Shanghai deal, they were working closer together
than ever before. He’d told him that he felt uncomfortable with the teasing and flirting while he
was working and politely asked for Vegas to stop. This hadn’t really surprised Vegas since he
knew Pete took his job unbelievably seriously, sometimes as little too seriously in his opinion. He
was a little disappointed since he loved teasing Pete, but he would respect his boundaries.

That meant that no matter how insanely fuckable Pete looked tonight, pulling him away was out of
the question. The only chance he’d get to speak to Pete was if Kinn, by some miracle, came to
engage him in conversation and Pete followed. The chances of that happening were negligible, so
instead Vegas strategically positioned himself in conversations that would allow him to glance at
Pete out of the corner of his eye.

He’d been observing him since he got here. He seemed reasonably relaxed, but that meant nothing,
Pete was an expert at hiding his emotions behind his professional mask. He was currently laughing
with Porsche while Kinn chatted to some foreign investors, so it seemed like he wasn’t the bundle
of nerves he’d been when he’d been getting Vegas to quiz him on peoples faces two nights ago.

Kinn eventually approached the two of them, wrapping an arm around Porsche’s waist and smiling
at him. Pete excuses himself with a polite bow. Vegas watches as Pete heads over to a table which
seems to host a gaggle of assistants. Pete greeted them with a smile and sat down with a small plate
of food and started chatting happily with the people at the table.

He wished Preaw had been there, so he could have inside ears on the conversation, wanting to
know what was being said that made Pete laugh.

A lot of the assistants for some of the bigger Thai corporations all knew each other. In fact Vegas
knew they had a group chat. Everyone was under NDA’s from their own company but Preaw said
that they just talked about general things. On the occasion Vegas had caught a glimpse of the kind
of messages they sent each other, it was a lot of memes and cute animal videos, so he didn’t
exactly see any threat to the company data by letting his assistant be part of it.

Preaw had told him that the group had started with the intention of providing company when their
bosses disappeared from parties or events, it ensured they weren’t all awkwardly standing on their
own.

Given that the majority of them were pretty and young, and knowing some of the scumbags that
attended these events personally, Vegas liked that they had safety in numbers. Especially with how
fuckable Pete looked right now. It hadn’t escaped his attention that he wasn’t the only one
watching Pete tonight.

Vegas was on his third glass of wine when it happened. He saw a man he didn’t recognise
approaching Pete’s table. From the way he was dressed, Vegas could tell he was a businessman of
some kind, but not one important enough for Vegas to have bothered learning the name of.

He watched with fire in his eyes as the man placed a hand on Pete’s shoulder. Pete tensed and
turned around before a wide smile appeared on his face. Vegas could only watch the whole
interaction, trying hard to suppress his scowl.

Annoyingly Pete’s smile as he looked at the man was one of his genuine ones, not one of the fake
polite ones. It was the smile that Vegas had only ever been able to see a couple of times when they
were chatting over dinner. It was blinding and he found himself wanting to make Pete smile like
that more often. But no, this time he wasn’t the cause of that smile that he usually had to strive so
hard for. No, because the man next to Pete drew it out of him like it was easy.

Vegas felt an uncomfortable feeling form in his gut as he watched the two of them chat happily.
The man kept touching Pete’s arm, but Pete never pulled away. He looked completely relaxed
about the whole situation.

As he continued to watch from across the room, with his sullen expression hidden perfectly by his
indifferent cold mask, Vegas came to the realisation. That for the first time in his life he was
genuinely jealous.

Vegas didn’t like it but knew he couldn’t exactly do anything. He couldn’t stake his claim over
Pete here. He also knew he didn't really have a claim over him at all. Yes they were exclusive
sexually, but if either of them found someone else, their agreement would end. Vegas didn’t want
that, he didn’t think he would be able to handle not seeing Pete again.

When they were next alone the following evening, Vegas didn’t mention the strange guy. No
matter how curious he was about who he was, and his relationship to Pete is, Vegas knew it was
none of his business. The only way it would become his business was if Pete decided he wanted to
start fucking him. Which Vegas desperately hoped was not the case.

Thankfully Pete didn’t say anything about him, so Vegas was content in the knowledge that
nothing substantial enough to terminate their arrangement had happened between them last night.

Their fuck buddy status provided the perfect amount of familiar intimacy to have the kind of sex
they both craved while still maintaining a healthy emotional distance.

Or at least it would have, if Pete hadn’t weaseled his way into his heart with his cute dimples and
sassy remarks.

After the charity dinner when Vegas spent the night in bed alone staring at the ceiling, he realised
that he was starting to feel much more for Pete than he’d originally intended.

His resolve of no strings attached, quickly disappeared when he thought back through all of their
previous encounters.

The way Pete smiled at him when he cooked his favourite food. How he could feel his heart
beating ever so slightly faster whenever he had to visit Kinn’s office, always hoping he would be
able to catch a glimpse of Pete sitting at his desk with that cute look of concentration on his face.
The way he laughed when Vegas told him stories about the pranks Macau would pull on him
whenever he came to stay and Pete swore that if he ever met his brother they would team up.

He liked Pete. Plain and simple.

Vegas knew how he felt, but he also knew Pete didn’t feel the same way. Pete didn’t do
relationships, and was clearly much more adept at sticking to their agreement than Vegas was.
However he deeply hoped that it was just a case of Pete not feeling the same way yet. After all
Vegas didn’t do relationships either, but here he was secretly pining over Pete in the hopes that one
day they would be on the same page again.

At the moment he didn’t feel like he was torturing himself, so he would continue their current
arrangement, but he knew if he fell much deeper he might have to reconsider this to save himself
the heartbreak.

Vegas had never expected that after three short weeks of fucking, he’d find himself tangled in so
many strings that he might as well be Pete’s personal marionette.

Unlike Vegas, the journey to Pete’s realisation wasn’t as straightforward. Whereas Vegas was a
direct train, Pete’s journey involved countless changes, delays and cancellations.

They’d been seeing each other sexually for around three weeks when Pete started to think a little
deeper about their relationship. He’d never felt this fulfilled, work didn’t leave him as stressed
anymore, since he finally had a reliable outlet for his frustrations. It was perfect. Vegas was
perfect.

He thought they worked well, there were no misunderstandings between them, this was purely a
sex thing, Vegas didn’t like the fact that Pete worked for Kinn anymore than Pete didn’t like that
Vegas was his boss's rival. But they worked things out. Just because they were on opposite sides
didn’t mean they couldn’t fuck. It’s not like they wasted time talking about work when they were
together.

Vegas was convenient, at least that was how Pete first saw it, but as their secret rendezvous
became more frequent, Pete couldn’t help but start to notice things about him.

Like his dorky reading glasses, or how relaxed he was when he was cooking.

Eventhough they couldn’t talk about work, which was a large part of both of their lives, they never
ran out of things to talk about. They talked about how Vegas’ little brother was always trying to
prank him at the office or how Pete’s grandma sent him so much food he had to share it with his
neighbours because he wouldn’t be able to eat it all before it went off otherwise.

It was an unexpected friendship, but it was one that Pete started to grow fond of. He had a sense of
closeness to Vegas that he’d never shared with anyone before.

Pete soon learned that friendship was the wrong word. They were sat eating dinner, like they did
any other evening. The only difference was that Pete couldn’t help but think that Vegas’ lips
looked plumper today. Had he done something? Or was it just from the way he’d been licking
them as he ate?

As his gaze lingered he couldn’t help but think he wanted to kiss him, taste his lips, his tongue. He
wanted to grab his head and kiss him as if his life depended on it, surrender to him completely and
moan into his mouth when he made him cum.

No

He couldn’t.

Kissing was for people he liked.

He didn’t like Vegas.

Sure, he liked getting fucked by Vegas.

He liked that he would never push him to reveal work related things to him, even though he could
very easily have asked him when he was in his delirious post sex haze.
He liked how he would always warn him if his company was going to send people over so Pete
didn’t have to stress about getting things ready as they were walking through the foyer like he
used to.

He liked the way he took care of him.

He liked that he would always check in with him to make sure he got home safely on the evenings
they didn’t spend together.

He liked that he was learning to make southern dishes for him even though he couldn’t really
handle spice.

He liked….Vegas.

Oh shit. He liked Vegas.

This is not good. Not good at all. Pete almost wished he hadn’t been able to put the pieces together
and continue to live in a peaceful ignorance. But no, Pete had to have thoughts, and those thoughts
were now something he needed to hide. He couldn’t let Vegas find out that he liked him. The
whole point of their relationship was that there wasn’t meant to be any strings. So where had all
these fucking strings come from?

“Are you okay?” Vegas' soft voice breaks him out of his trance, only now realising that he’s been
staring the whole time.

“Yeah fine.” He said quickly, “just tired” . He gave him a small smile as he stretched his arms.

“We can just take it easy tonight if you want?” Vegas offers.

“Thanks, I’m sorry” Pete said with a guilty pout on his face. He wanted to have sex tonight but
suddenly thought made him nervous. What if he couldn’t hide it? What if he randomly said he
liked Vegas while they were fucking?

No, no, no. Pete needed to get a handle on his emotions before he tried anything like that.

“Don’t be sorry” Vegas smiles genuinely at him. “I don’t only call you here for sex Pete” he
mumbles under his breath, although Pete heard it. What the fuck was that meant to mean?

“How about we watch a movie?” Vegas suggested.

“Okay” Pete nodded. Yes, a movie. A movie was safe.

Or so he thought…

The first problem came when Pete had to choose his position on the couch. Vegas had already sat
down in the middle, he held the remote out as he turned on the TV and loaded up netflix.

Pete was trying to decide where to sit. He didn’t want to sit right next to Vegas, but if he sat too far
away, Vegas would think he was acting weird. How far away is too far away?

“Do you want popcorn?” Vegas asks, before Pete could sit down.

“Sure” Pete agreed quickly.

To Pete’s utter relief, Vegas stood up from the couch, handed him the remote and headed back to
the kitchen. “Pick a film, I'll be back soon” he smiled.

Pete sat down and scrolled through the list of films, trying to find one he thought Vegas would
like.

This was going to be a long night.

Pete really must have been tired since he fell asleep only half hour into the film. His head rolled
back against the back of the couch as he slouched comfortably.

Vegas couldn’t resist the temptation to watch him, his soft peaceful breaths were much more
interesting than whatever was happening on screen.

As Vegas admired the features of his face from beside him, he couldn’t help but think it wasn’t the
most comfortable position.

He debated his decision for a moment, but he realised he’d likely never get the chance to do this
again. He knew he might regret it later, but that didn’t stop him shuffling his body closer to Pete,
gently lifting Pete’s head and tilting it to rest on his shoulder. He let his arm wrap around the back
of the couch to hold him in place.

Pete didn’t wake and instead snuggled a little closer to Vegas. Vegas’ heart was beating so fast he
was almost certain it would end up waking Pete up. He rested his head against Pete’s as he tried to
steady his heart rate.

Vegas tried to watch the film but he couldn’t, his mind was too preoccupied by the warm presence
next to him. So instead he decided to just enjoy the feeling of Pete cuddled into his side.

The film was rolling the credits when Pete started to shift beside him. Vegas panicked and quickly
shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

“Huh?” He hears Pete mumble beside him. “Shit” he mutters, pulling away from him so quickly it
caused a pang in Vegas’ chest.

Vegas let his head roll back before suddenly ‘waking up’ and pretending to look a bit confused.

“Oh, it’s finished” Vegas muttered as he looked at the screen.

“Yeah…” Pete trails off. “I think we’re both tired,” he chuckles awkwardly.

“Mmm” Vegas grunts pretending to still be a hit sleepy.

“Let’s just go to bed then” Vegas suggests, standing up, turning off the TV and walking towards
his room.

“Sure” Pete agrees. Vegas can hear the footsteps following him until they suddenly stop.

“Oh…. I forgot I have to go in early tomorrow.”

“I can set an alarm” Vegas murmurs.

“No. It’s fine, I’ll sleep in the other room, don’t want to wake you up stupidly early” Pete smiles.
That annoying smile, the fake one he always uses when he’s trying to hide his true emotions.
 “Okay” Vegas mutters before walking into his room alone, feeling his heart sink into his stomach.

Chapter End Notes

When I added the 'Idiots in love' tag, I meant it :)

They might use some braincells next chapter though <3

 The night everything changed
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Pete barely slept that night. All he could think about was how he’d cuddled with Vegas on the
couch. How far gone was he that he was seemingly seeking him out in his sleep now? Pete was
never going to be able to hide his feelings, Vegas would soon undoubtedly realise that he was
behaving weirdly.

What was worse is that he actually had to pull himself out of bed to leave early despite hardly
sleeping. He couldn't let Vegas know that he lied about having to go to work early just to avoid
him last night. He couldn't face the questions. He didn’t want to have to admit to what he was
feeling and risk Vegas calling it quits.

He snuck out of the house at around 5am. He got dressed and headed to the office. He attempted to
take a nap in his car until other people started to arrive in the underground parking lot, but he still
couldn’t sleep since his mind just wouldn't shut off. He was still tired when he sat down at his
desk, but it was by no means the least amount of sleep he’d had before, so he put on his usual smile
and fueled himself with coffee to tackle the day ahead.

Pete thought about Vegas all day. The amount of times he'd had to edit a document because he’d
accidentally thrown Vegas into random sentences, was frankly embarrassing.

Pete wished that he hadn’t realised his feelings. Why did he have to open up this can of worms?
Now there were worms everywhere in the form of thoughts and feelings and he couldn’t go back to
being peacefully oblivious anymore. Every tiny thing was causing Pete to overthink. He thought
back to all the nice things Vegas had ever done for him and if they could possibly mean anything
more than someone just taking care of their sex friend. He couldn’t tell, and it’s not like he could
ask Vegas what it all meant.

Maybe he should just tell him how he felt. It might be the sleep deprivation talking but Pete was
starting to increasingly warm to the idea as the day dragged on. If he told him and it went well then
maybe they could have an actual relationship, if it went badly and he got rejected then at least he
could move on with his life. This weird limbo he’d got himself stuck in was only stressing him out.

If he got rejected, it would serve him right anyway. Realistically, he shouldn’t have got involved
with Vegas in the first place. This would at least end the feeling of betrayal that had been silently
tugging at the back of his mind since this whole mess started.

That evening, after work, he went to Vegas’ apartment. Vegas had seemed surprised to see him
when he walked through the door, but didn’t say anything. They’d agreed they’d meet up today so
why was he surprised? Was it because he was earlier than usual?

Once Pete arrived, Vegas started on dinner. Pete didn’t know what he was making, something new
maybe. It didn’t matter really as he was too preoccupied staring at the chef to really notice the
food. As he watched Vegas move gracefully around the kitchen he couldn’t help the warmth he felt
in his heart. He wanted this, he wanted Vegas to look after him and care for him and cuddle him
and kiss him…
Should he take this step? If he confirms his feelings, then it becomes real. Vegas was his boss's
rival, this was very much a conflict of interests but for the first time since he joined the company
all those years ago, Pete was considering putting his own interests first.

Pete was nervous. How was he meant to confess to Vegas? Vegas was Vegas, he had men and
women confessing to him all the time.

What if he didn’t feel the same? What if Vegas broke off their arrangement now Pete had caught
feelings? Pete couldn’t bear the thought of going back to being strangers. He didn’t think it was
possible for him now.

Maybe he shouldn’t tell him yet. Maybe he should just casually build up to it, that would make it
all the easier to abort the mission if it looked like it was going to take a turn for the worse.

Despite logical Pete’s plan to not tell Vegas just yet, lovesick Pete found himself staring at Vegas
with longing in his eyes the entire time he made dinner. He was wearing sweatpants, a t-shirt and
an apron that made him look so unbelievably cute that Pete couldn't handle it. He really wanted to
kiss him. The urge was overwhelming, especially as he pouted his lips in concentration.

Maybe he should try something a little safer first. Pete walked up to Vegas and wrapped his arms
around his waist, peering over his shoulder at what he was cooking on the stove.

Vegas turns his head back to look at him in surprise but doesn’t move to free himself from Pete’s
arms.

“You okay?” Vegas asks, clearly a little shocked by Pete’s behaviour.

“Yeah, just wanted to see what you were up to” Pete murmurs against his shoulder.

Vegas chuckled. “Okay…I’m going to drain this now, be careful so you don’t get burnt” he warns
him as he picks up the saucepan and takes it to the sink. Pete lets go of him so they don’t end up
doing an awkward waddle around the kitchen.

He leans against the counter and waits for Vegas to turn back around. He eventually puts the
saucepan down on the counter and turns to head to the fridge but before he can move, Pete strides
towards him.

Fuck it. It was now or never.

Vegas looked surprised as Pete backed him against the counter, threading his hands through his
hair and looking at him nervously.

Vegas was about to voice his confusion before Pete leaned forwards and captured his lips with his
own.

Vegas froze and Pete prayed that the lack of movement was because of the sudden action and not
because Vegas didn’t want to kiss him.

His mind relaxed a little as he felt Vegas’ lips pressing back against his. Pete took that as an
invitation to continue so started sucking on Vegas’ lower lip, his lips parted letting Pete lick over
them. Pete didn’t know what came over him. He’d not exactly kissed many people, definitely not
as many as Vegas had, so he didn’t know where his sudden burst of confidence came from. All he
knew was that one second he was gently caressing Vegas’ lips, the next, his tongue was in Vegas’
mouth battling with his for control. Vegas grabbed his head and pulled him closer, which pulled a
deep moan from the back of Pete’s throat.
The sound seemed to startle Vegas as he quickly pulled Pete’s head away from his own and let go,
trying to put as much distance between them as he sidestepped away from Pete.

“We can’t do this.” Vegas mutters.

The look on Pete’s face tore Vegas’ heart in two. Why did Pete look so heartbroken?

“Why not?” Pete asks weakly.

Vegas didn’t know how to phrase what he wanted to say without admitting his feelings. He didn’t
want to confess to him yet. He didn’t want to lose everything they’d built up over the past month.
But he couldn't do this. Pete never kissed him before. It was a limit for him. Something he never
did and never wanted doing to him. So why now? Why was he suddenly kissing Vegas and making
him feel all special? Why was he making damn butterflies surge through his stomach?

“Was it that bad?” Pete asks sullenly.

Vegas took in the look on Pete’s face, he was on the verge of tears but hiding it well.

No. He didn’t like that. This wasn’t like when Vegas made him cry from desperation or when he
fucked his throat till tears were streaming down his face. There was nothing beautiful about the
expression on his face this time. He didn’t ever want Pete to look like that again because of him.

“No it was perfect,” Vegas quickly assured him, which only made Pete look at him with more
confusion, the sad look still present in his eyes.

“I just… I can’t let you torture me like this Pete. Kissing is a limit for you, and now suddenly
you're kissing me out of nowhere?” he rambles, not looking into Pete’s eyes as he tries to explain
himself.

“My heart can’t take it Pete” he sighs under his breath. “How am I supposed to handle it if you do
shit like this out of nowhere?” he mumbles.

“What do you mean?”

“Why did you kiss me suddenly, what’s changed?” Vegas avoided the question.

“I like you” he admitted sadly.

“What?” Was he dreaming? There was no way this could actually be happening.

Pete sighs, “I like you okay. I only kiss people I like, so before I didn’t want you to kiss me. But
now…” he trails off, looking down at the floor dejectedly.

“You like me?” Vegas confirms, his heart beating out of his chest. “Like in a more than friends
kind of way?” he asked, not being able to stop the excitement that leaked through into his voice.
He looked at Pete, eagerly waiting.

Pete nods shyly, but the sadness was still evident on his face.

“Aww Pete you’re so cute” Vegas smiles.

“Don’t patronise me” Pete said defensively, finally meeting Vegas’ eyes to give him an annoyed
glare.
Vegas chuckles but steps towards Pete to close the distance that had formed, he grabs his hands
and squeezes them reassuringly. “I’m not patronising you, you are just so adorable, come here I
want to kiss you again” he pulls Pete closer.

“No” Pete huffs, leaning back to resist his advances, but Vegas held him in a strong grip.

“Why?” Vegas pouts, “you said you liked me, I’ve been dreaming of hearing you say that for days
Pete, let me kiss you again” he asks cutely.

“What!?” Pete’s air of sadness quickly dissipated and he looked at him with so much confusion
and hope that it made Vegas’ heart beat even faster.

“Pete I like you so fucking much it’s killing me, I didn’t think I could stand our arrangement for
much longer. I thought you didn’t like me like that. When we fell asleep on the couch yesterday
you left so quickly and then you slept by yourself so I was convinced you felt uncomfortable about
it. But then you kissed me out of nowhere and I panicked because all the signals got messed up.
You’ve tied me up in so many strings Pete….I like you Pete, so fucking much.” Vegas rambled out
quickly in an attempt to clarify everything, he didn’t want any confusion in Pete’s mind about his
feelings towards him.

“Vegas, I-” Pete begins, clearly trying to process everything he’d just said.

Vegas desperately wanted to move this conversation along and not dwell on his pathetic ramble.
“We both like each other so can I please kiss you again now?” He pouts before he starts making
kissy faces at Pete.

Pete’s smile was blinding as all his apprehension slipped away. “Who's the cute one now?” Pete
mutters amusedly before sweetly pecking his lips.

What started as an innocent peck of the lips, quickly turned into something much more carnal. Pete
had pinned Vegas against the counter, fingers entwined in his hair.

Vegas could feel the beginning of Pete’s erection pressed against him as he subtly grinded against
him.Vegas let his arms wrap around Pete's waist, palms settling on his ass and squeezing him,
harshly pulling him as close as physically possible.

Dinner was forgotten as Vegas pushed away from the counter leading Pete over towards his
bedroom. Vegas’ apartment was large and spacious and after a few seconds of awkward shuffling,
since neither of them wanted to break the kiss, Vegas tapped the backs of Pete’s thighs to give him
a silent instruction.

Pete immediately jumped and wrapped his legs around Vegas. Vegas quickly steadied himself
since Pete was a little more enthusiastic in his leap than Vegas’ balance was prepared for, but he
was soon striding to the bedroom with Pete in his arms.

He lay Pete down gently on the bed, following him down to lay on top of him. Their lips part
briefly as they took a moment to breathe. Vegas was lost as he looked into Pete’s eyes, filled with
such warmth and desire. His lips were swollen from their heated make out session and Vegas
decided this was his new favourite thing. Kissing Pete felt like nothing they’d ever done before.

Vegas had kissed many people before, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of Pete’s lips
against his. He wanted to kiss over Pete’s entire body, worship him in the way that showed him
just how he felt about him. Although he couldn’t bring himself to break away from Pete’s lips.
Now that he’d had a taste, he was addicted.
Pete’s hands trailed down his back, undoing the knot of his apron and pulling back just enough for
Vegas to lift it over his head. Vegas threw it on the floor as Pete’s hands turned their focus to the
hem of Vegas’ shirt.

Vegas was half naked before he’d even managed to make a start on Pete’s clothes.

“So eager for me today aren’t you Pete” he smiles, pressing quick little pecks over Pete’s cheeks as
Vegas’ fingers focus on the buttons of Pete’s shirt.

Pete tilts his head shyly. Pete was never shy during sex so this was something that had that warm
fuzzy feeling swirling through his chest again. He couldn’t help but smile as he sat back on his
heels, breaking away from Pete for the first time since they started kissing. He let his fingers
unfasten his belt buckle and eagerly pulled Pete’s trousers and underwear down. Pete sat up just
enough to shrug his shit off his shoulders and throw it on the floor.

Vegas looked down at the beautiful naked man on his bed and his hands couldn’t help but run over
Pete’s thighs, gently caressing him, before he crawled across the bed to grab the lube and a
condom from the bedside table.

He quickly returns to his previous position, laying down at the end of the bed, his legs hanging
over the edge as he settles his face between Pete’s legs. His warm breaths fan over Pete’s skin as he
slicks up his fingers and starts preparing him.

Pete was watching him intently, his hard cock only slightly obstructing Vegas’ view of his face. He
let his lips kiss over his balls and lick over his cock as his fingers continued their quick and
efficient movements. He distracted Pete by sucking teasingly on the tip of his cock. Pete’s lustful
expression only fuels his own arousal.

It wasn’t long before Vegas was up to three fingers. He removed his lips from Pete’s cock but kept
his fingers inside him, smiling at him innocently as he pressed his fingers against Pete’s prostate
for the first time this evening.

Pete let out a yelp of surprise but it quickly turned into a series of moans as Vegas massaged that
area, smiling at Pete the entire time. Pete let little breathy moans escape him, his slightly swollen
lips were entrancing and Vegas had the overwhelming urge to taste them again.

He removed his fingers and pulled his sweatpants down, throwing them and his underwear onto the
pile of clothes that had accumulated on the floor. He wasted no more time, ripping the condom
open and rolling it down over his hardened cock. He’d been rock hard ever since Pete had jumped
into his arms. The kiss had done something to him, he wondered how long it would take Pete to
realise what a dangerous weapon his lips were.

He soon positioned himself between Pete’s legs, keeling in place ready to push into him. He
looked at Pete, wanting to watch his expression as he filled him up, but his movements halted
when he saw that Pete was frowning.

“What’s wrong?” Vegas asked, eyes filled with concern.

“Could we not use that tonight?” He asks, nodding his head towards Vegas’ cock.

“The condom?”

“Yeah, I mean we both got tested and I just….really want to feel all of you” he mumbled, avoiding
eye contact.“Unless you don’t want to-“.
Vegas cuts him off with a quick kiss. “I want to” he assures him. “Are you sure though?” He asks.

Pete nods enthusiastically, leaning forward and grabbing Vegas' cock and peeling the condom off
and throwing it across the room violently as if it had personally offended him. Vegas chuckled as
he leant down to kiss him again.

Pete smiled, wrapping his arms around Vegas’ back and pulling him closer.

Vegas breaks this kiss for a moment to apply some lube to his cock. He then leans back down,
reaching between them to line himself up with Pete’s entrance.

Pete’s back arched and a deep moan escaped him as Vegas pushed forwards, sinking himself inside
as let his lips brush gently against Pete’s.

“Shit Pete” Vegas moaned against his lips, trembling as Pete took Vegas’ bottom lip between his
teeth and bit down gently.

He could feel Pete wrapped around him, he was so much more sensitive than before. Pete was
already clenching around him, his head rolling back as his arms wrapped around Vegas’ neck. He
let out the most sensual moan Vegas had ever heard and he wished they’d done this sooner. There
was no going back now, now that he’d felt all of Pete, he couldn’t go back to how things were
before.

Vegas slowly started to thrust his hips, however he kept his chest pressed flush against Pete’s. He
leant down, face hovering just above his, their lips only a breath apart. Pete closed the distance,
capturing his lips once again.

Vegas had never really been overly fussed about kissing. Usually it wasn’t a focus during sex. But
now…now that Pete had chosen to share his lips, Vegas didn’t think he would ever get enough.

His hands wrapped in Pete’s hair as his elbows resented either side of his head, gently cradling his
head as their tongues became well acquainted with each other.

Vegas slow, but deep, thrusts had Pete moaning into his mouth. It was sending vibrations through
him that rattled his entire body and only served as motivation to drive his cock as deep as possible.
His abdomen brushes against Pete’s leaking cock with every thrust, pinning it tightly between
them.

He wanted to go slow tonight, he wanted to feel every inch of how Pete reacted to him, wanted
Pete to feel his every movement as they shared this moment of intimacy that he’d never had with
anyone before. His slow and sensual thrusts were a stark contrast to their usual more energetic
bedroom activities, but Vegas was still quickly approaching his orgasm. Was it due to the lack of
barrier between them? Or was it because there were reciprocated feelings surrounding them now
that were pushing him to the edge that much faster?

“Vegas…” Pete moaned. “I’m close...please” he whined.

“Mmm, me too” Vegas hummed against his lips. “Do you want me to pull out?” He asks.

Suddenly Vegas felt hands grip his ass tightly, pulling him deeper.

“Don’t you dare” Pete warned as he held him close, only giving him enough movement to continue
his thrusts.

The desperate look in Pete’s eye, his lips that were brushing against his, his ass clenching around
him so tightly that Vegas couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Pete cum with me” Vegas pleaded, he needed to let go but he couldn’t until Pete was ready to join
him. He snuck his hand between their bodies, grabbing Pete’s cock and stroking him, determined to
push him over the edge.

Pete was rolling his hips up into him, desperately chasing his own high.

“Vegas” Pete moans against his lips as he feels the first spurts of Pete’s cum against his stomach.

“Pete-” Vegas lets out a choked moan as he stills inside Pete and finally releases. Pete continues to
clutch Vegas' ass, tightly holding him in place as the aftershocks of his high tingle through him, his
cock twitching deep inside Pete as he fills him in a way that he’d only ever dreamed of before.

Once his body had calmed down, he pulled away just enough to sturdy Pete’s face. His lips
couldn’t help but mirror Pete’s content smile. He didn’t want to move.

It was the most gentle sex he’d ever had, but somehow it was also the most amazing orgasm he’d
ever experienced. Having Pete so close to him in every possible way had a feeling of bliss
reverberating through his entire body.

He wanted to stay like this forever, tucked into Pete’s warm embrace, their bodies completely
connected.

“I should get you cleaned up” Vegas murmurs. The last thing he wanted was to pull out of Pete, but
he also knew that the lack of condom was going to result in more mess. They were in their sleep
bed as opposed to their sex bed and he knew Pete didn’t like sleeping with cum all over the sheets.

Pete whined as Vegas pulled out. He stood up from the bed and quickly went to the bathroom to
get a wet towel. He would have to get him into the shower later to clean him up properly, but this
would at least sort him out for now. He already looked forward to getting Pete into the shower, he
could fill him up a bit more before he cleaned him out, he smiled at the thought as he walked back
into the bedroom.

“Fucking hell” Vegas groans as his eyes settle on the absolutely obscene sight before him. His
release was starting to leak out of Pete’s hole onto the sheets below. And just like that, his erection
was already threatening to make a reappearance.

“What?” Pete asked amusedly.

“You look so fucking hot right now with my cum spilling out of you” he groaned as he brought the
towel over Pete’s body. Pete looked up at him happily as he let him clean his body down.

“Do you want to take a shower?” Vegas asked.

Pete shook his head “Maybe later, can we just cuddle for now?” He asked.

Vegas quickly threw the towel on the floor and jumped into bed, wasting absolutely no time in
pulling Pete into his arms.

Pete laughed, “you're so cute” he mumbles into his skin as he settles his head on Vegas’ chest, his
arm draping over his waist as he snuggles into his side.

Vegas let his arm wrap around Pete, his hand coming to rest on his hip to hold him close.
“So what are we now?” Pete asks, tilting his head up to look at Vegas.

“Boyfriends?” Vegas asks hopefully.

Pete smiled. “I thought you didn’t do relationships?” Pete looked at him questioningly.

“I think I can make an exception, what about you?” Vegas grinned at him as he moved his hand to
Pete’s head to trail his fingers through his hair.

“Okay. Boyfriends” Pete smiled shyly into his shoulder.

“Pete you are so fucking adorable” Vegas cooed, looking at Pete with such admiration.

“Stop it!” Pete playfully hit his chest in embarrassment. “I’m not used to this”

“Neither am I, to be honest I’ve never really dated properly before.”

“We can learn together then” Pete smiled, relaxing into Vegas’ embrace.

There was a comfortable silence for a moment before a realisation dawned on Vegas.

“Dinner is probably ruined now” Vegas comments as his mind travels back to everything he’d
hastily abandoned in the kitchen.

“I’m not that hungry. I kinda just want to sleep” Pete yawns sleepily.

“Did I tire you out that much?” Vegas smirks.

“No. But I’ve had about 3 hours of sleep in the last two days.” he murmurs into his chest.

“What?! Why?” a concerned expression appears on his face as he adjusts himself to be able to look
at Pete properly.

Pete looks away from Vegas’ eyes. “I couldn’t sleep last night because I was overthinking what
happened on the couch, then I had to leave early so you didn’t realise that I lied about having to go
in early. I tried to sleep in the car but I couldn’t…” he mutters guiltily.

“Why didn’t you say anything? I should’ve let you sleep- we shouldn’t have-”

Pete cuts Vegas off by placing a hand over his lips.

“I wanted to. I’ve spent the past two days battling how much I wanted to kiss you Vegas, you think
that once it finally happened I would let you stop me for something so trivial as sleep?” Pete
chuckles.

“You need to sleep, but you also need to eat” Vegas said decisively. “I’ll go make you some soup
to eat quickly, then you can sleep for however long you need, okay?” Vegas untangled himself
from Pete, which was a mental struggle he was not ready for but his overwhelming need to take
care of Pete won out.

“You’re the best” Pete smiles, the cutest fucking smile Vegas had ever seen. He could get used to
this.

When Pete awoke, he was alone. He looked around the room, the sun in the sky made it clear that
it was not early morning, probably closer to midday. He knew it was the weekend, but his mind
was a little disorientated. He looked at his phone, 11am. Shit. Pete couldn’t remember the last time
he’d slept that long.

Although, he supposed the lack of sleep from the previous night and the comfort of his boyfriend’s
embrace was probably to blame for his prolonged slumber. Pete smiled into his pillow. Boyfriend.
Vegas was his boyfriend now and he still couldn’t quite believe it.

Vegas must have left him to sleep in, so Pete quickly got up, throwing on a pair of boxers before
making his way into the living room in search of his boyfriend. He stopped at the door where
Vegas had stuck a post it note.

Gone to get groceries, be back soon <3

The heart on the end made Pete feel warm inside.

He had a slight spring in his step as he headed to the kitchen to get some water. However his
happiness quickly dissipated when he realised that he wasn’t alone in the kitchen. He was about to
adopt a battle stance before he suddenly recognised the intruder from pictures Vegas had shown
him.

“Khun Macau?” he mutters in surprise.

“Who the fuck are you?” Macau was startled by his presence and quickly grabs a knife from the
rack on the counter and points it threateningly at him.

Pete’s eyes widened. This definitely wasn't how he expected to introduce himself to Vegas’ brother.

“Why are you in Phi’s apartment when he’s not here?” he glared. “You're one of those stalkers
aren't you?”

Stalkers?

“Urgh, he’s really got to stop fucking obsessive psychos” he mumbles to himself.

“Umm, my name is Pete, I’m Vegas’….”

“Why do you look familiar?” Macau cuts off his explanation.

“I am Khun Kinn’s assistant, we met briefly at a family dinner a while ago when I had to bring
some files to him…” Pete trailed off, hoping Macau would remember him.

“Kinn’s… what the fuck are you doing here? Why are you sneaking into my brother's house?” He
questions, but he put the knife down now he’d determined he wasn’t a physical threat. Pete would
definitely be talking to Vegas about the supposed stalkers later though.

“I didn’t sneak in. Why would I sneak in and take off all my clothes?” He said jokingly, relaxing a
little now that there wasn’t a knife pointed at him.

“I don’t know, maybe you're trying to seduce him into something”

Pete couldn’t help but laugh at that. It’s a bit late for that.

“Vegas and I have been…seeing each other. He left to get groceries, so I slept in.” He didn’t really
know how to describe their relationship to Macau. He couldn’t exactly tell his younger brother that
they were fuckbuddies and he doubted Vegas would want to publicise their new status to Macau
when it hadn’t even been 24 hours since they became boyfriends.

“You stayed the night?” Macau eyed him.

“Yeah,” Pete muttered shyly.

“Hmmm” Macau eyes him suspiciously.

“If you don’t believe me. You can just Vegas when he gets back” Pete shrugged.

“Fine. I will….Until then, I’m watching you…” Macau squinted his eyes and tried to look
intimidating but Pete couldn’t help but find it oddly cute.

Pete looked at the suitcase that Macau had beside him. “Are you back from university?”

“We’re on a break for a few months,” Macau shrugged.

“How are your classes going?”

“Why do you care?” Macau said coldly. “I don’t know what your trying to do with Vegas but cut
the shit, trying to get close to me isn’t going to help whatever the fuck it is you're doing. I’m going
to my room.” Macau brushes him off and walks towards the door to a familiar room that was most
definitely not Macau’s bedroom.

Before Pete could say anything, Macau opened the door. There was a moment's silence but it was
soon shattered by a loud shout.

“What the fuck is this?!”

Pete didn’t quite know what to do in this situation

“I’m going to kill him.” Macau marches into Vegas’ room before slamming the door and locking it.

Pete blinked as he tried to come to his senses, still trying to process whatever it was that just
happened.

It hurt a little that Macau was so suspiciously hostile towards him, but he supposed he was just
naturally guarded. Since their entire sexual relationship was a secret, he knew that Vegas wouldn’t
have told Macau about him yet. Obviously he was going to be suspicious of an almost naked man
alone in Vegas’ apartment, especially one who worked for his cousin, a man that Vegas actively
disliked.

He hoped that once he’d spoken to Vegas, Macau would relax around him and he’d get to meet the
lighthearted and playful brother Vegas had told him so much about.

Around half an hour later, Vegas walked through the door, two bags of groceries in his hand. Pete
meets him at the door. He was still only wearing his boxers since Macau had yet to emerge from
Vegas’ room, which was where all his clothes were. After their previous encounter, Pete didn’t
want to bother him so he'd chosen to forgo his clothes for now.

Vegas smiles as he catches sight of Pete walking towards him, his eyes scanning his body
appreciatively.

“Did you sleep well?” Vegas smiles, setting the bags on the floor and wrapping his arms around
Pete.

“Mmm, I was a little sad when I woke up alone though…” Pete pouted, tousling Vegas’ hair.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I bought the ingredients for your favourite tonight” he smiles,
pecking Pete’s lips gently.

Pete smiled. He still couldn’t quite believe the shift in their relationship. He’d never expected
Vegas to be so cuddly and soft and it made Pete feel all fluffy inside.

They were soon startled out of their embrace by someone clearing their throat from behind him.
Pete had almost completely forgotten about Macau.

Vegas pulled away and looked around Pete before marching over and engulfing his brother in a
hug. “You’re back” he smiles. “I thought you weren’t coming back for another week” he said in
disbelief.

“I finished all my assignments so I came back early. Didn’t think you’d have…company” he eyes
Pete suspiciously.

“Yeah, but I’m sure he won’t mind. Come on, I'll introduce you” Vegas beams excitedly.

Macau didn’t say anything as he was dragged over by the arm to Pete. Pete didn’t have the heart to
tell Vegas about their conversation earlier. He didn’t want to shatter the excited look on Vegas’
face by telling him they’d already met under slightly more hostile circumstances.

“Pete, this is Macau, my brother...Macau this is Pete, my boyfriend” he smiles a little shyly at the
last word and it was the cutest fucking thing Pete had ever seen.

“Boyfriend?!” Macau exclaimed.

Vegas nodded.

Macau leaned in close to Vegas but didn’t make any effort to lower his voice. “You realise he’s
one of Kinn’s people right? He’s probably trying to manipulate you.”

Vegas chuckled. “It’s a long story, but all you need to know is that I like him a lot, Kinn doesn’t
know we’re together, but you can trust Pete, he’s really important to me Macau.” he says seriously.

Macau nods “Okay” he said before turning to Pete. Seemingly Vegas’ words of assurance were
enough for Macau to relax completely.

“It’s nice to meet you P’Pete” he smiled. “I’m sorry I was rude to you earlier” he said sincerely
“...and for pointing a knife at you” he mutters quietly, probably in the hopes that Vegas wouldn’t
hear that particular detail.

Pete smiled and nodded in acceptance.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Vegas has told me a lot about you, and honestly it’s fine, I understand
why you’d be concerned given the circumstances” he gave him a friendly smile to let him know
their previous encounter was already forgotten.

“Hold on a second…” Vegas cuts in, turning to his brother. “You threatened him!? With a knife!?”

“It was an accident,” Macau said dismissively, before his eyes narrowed into a glare “But you
know what wasn’t an accident?…. You turning my bedroom into a fucking sex dungeon!”
Chapter End Notes

This chapter was meant to end with them being all cute in bed... but Macau decided he
couldn't wait till next chapter, so here we are :)
Macau Pete friendship bonding incoming <3
 Revenge
Chapter Notes

Sorry this is late, been very ill for the past week.
Have some Macau + Pete bonding to make up for it <3

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Macau was not happy. He came all the way back from university to see his beloved brother, only to
discover that his spacious room had been turned into a sex dungeon. There was no other way to
describe it, he’d been betrayed by the person closest to him.

Sure it was technically a guest bedroom, and Macau just happened to be the only guest Vegas ever
had to stay over. And yes it was the second biggest bedroom in the apartment and Macau would
rarely be there for the next few years. But it was the principle of it. He hadn’t even been asked.
Instead Vegas had poached Macau’s room of choice without even telling him. He’d been left to
blindly walk into the unwanted insight into his brother's sex life all on his own.

Macau swore he would get revenge on his brother for this. He was not one to let something like
this go easily. Unfortunately for his brother, he’d just introduced him to his biggest asset in his
quest for revenge, in the form of Pete.

He’d been suspicious of Pete at first, but in fairness this wasn’t the first time some cute looking
guy had broken into Vegas’ apartment with malicious intentions. He hadn’t had any stalkers in a
while now, but Macau was always wary of men trying to take advantage of his brother.

Their disgustingly cute display in the hallway was enough to tell him that Vegas was utterly
whipped for this guy. Macau knew much more about his brother's sex life than he cared to admit,
so he knew that Vegas had only ever had one night stands or the odd couple of flings, but he’d
never had a proper boyfriend before. The fact Vegas had even called him his boyfriend was enough
to declare how important this guy was.

He didn’t know what he expected the man that finally made Vegas want to date to be like, but Pete
was definitely a surprise. He was close to Kinn for starters, which would usually be enough to put
Vegas off, but Kinn’s assistant?... That was interesting.

While Pete was in the shower Vegas had sat him down and reiterated the importance of secrecy
when it came to their relationship. He told Macau that if he saw Pete outside the apartment or in
the office, that he should pretend they didn’t know each other. It was clear how much he cared
about Pete and keeping this information from reaching their cousin.

Pete seemed nice enough, he was relaxed and he clearly made his brother happy. That was all
Macau could ask for really. However his brother's happiness didn’t change the fact there was
vengeance to be had. Vegas was not getting away from defiling his space without consequence and
he planned to use Pete to his advantage.

“P’Peeeettteee” Macau plopped himself down on the couch, looking at Pete innocently.
Pete’s eyes dart around the room apprehensively. What is this? What is happening?

“I need your help with something” he smiles.

Pete smiles and relaxes a little. This was something he could do, help Macau, maybe it would help
them become closer. That would be nice.

“Of course Khun Macau” Pete smiles.

Macau holds a hand up. “First of all, drop the Khun when it’s just us three okay. I get it if we're
ever in the same room as Kinn or whatever, but here just Macau okay?” he says with an expectant
look.

Pete nods.

“Good. Second, I need your help destroying my brother” he grins.

“Excuse me?”

“He has betrayed me and he needs to be punished”

“Is this about the bedroom?” Pete asks, he couldn’t really see what else it could be about, but the
way Macau was talking was making it sound like it was a top secret mission or something.

“Yes. Obviously.” He deadpans before launching into an animated ramble “I wasn’t even asked
P’Pete! I disappear for a few months and suddenly my lovely room has been infested with toys and
whips and chains. It's been completely tainted by his filth. Now I am stuck in the tiny guest room.
The TV is too close to the bed P’Pete, it is no longer the optimum distance for video games, what
am I supposed to do?... He needs to pay for what he has done”

Pete couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I’m sorry, is there something funny about my suffering?” Macau asks incredulously.

“No…” Pete drops his smile.

“Good, because you’re my most powerful weapon”

“Uhhhh….How?” Pete was a little confused.

“He’ll be expecting retaliation from me… but his sweet innocent boyfriend that he’s pathetically in
love with however…” Macau grins.

“I don’t like where this is going….”

Macau just smiles expectantly at Pete, not saying anything but clearly not budging until he agrees.
Damn this kid for being so annoyingly endearing.

“What do you want me to do?” Pete sighs, a little nervous about what Macau could possibly
suggest.

“I don’t know yet, but once I have a plan, be ready” he smiles ominously as he pats him on the
shoulder before getting up and wandering out of the room.

If Macau wasn’t so cute with his determination for revenge, then maybe Pete would be able to
deny him. However he couldn’t bring himself to. He wanted to bond with Macau, he was someone
who was important to Vegas. As long as Macau’s plan wasn’t too outrageous then Pete supposed
he could go along with it. It would probably just be a minor prank of some kind, he’d heard enough
stories about him to know that that was the most likely scenario.

The opportunity presented itself far quicker than Pete had anticipated. It was after work on
Tuesday, Macau was sat in the living room playing video games. Pete had noticed that Macau
would always increase the volume whenever Vegas entered the room and he refused to use the TV
in his room under the excuse that the distances were all off. ‘Do you want me to get neck strain
Phi?’ were the words he used to brush off Vegas' pleas to relocate.

Pete had to hand it to him, Macau’s commitment to being petty was quite admirable. It left Pete a
little nervous about what Macau would end up requesting from him.

Vegas was cooking dinner so Pete went to sit next to Macau on the couch, intending on asking him
about the game he was playing to try and get to know him a bit better.

As Pete sat down Macau grabbed the remote for the TV and increased the volume. Pete wondered
why until Macau opened his mouth and it became obvious that he was trying to muffle their
conversation.

“P’Pete, I have a plan” he said ominously. “We're going shopping this Saturday, just you and me”

“Oh...Do you need supplies or something… Just how extravagant is this plan Macau?” Pete asks
nervously.

“No, us going shopping is the plan.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll explain the details later, but you have officially agreed to spend Saturday with me, just the two
of us, if you blow me off for my brother….” he trailed off menacingly.

Pete wasn't scared of Macau, he was like a puppy, playful and mischievous. Even when he was
trying to be threatening he still had this air of cuteness that surrounded him, which made it hard to
take him seriously. The only time he’d seen a different side to him was when they first met in the
kitchen, he’d been so protective of Vegas that Pete didn’t doubt that despite his childlike
innocence, the puppy was prepared to bite a hand if the situation required it.

Despite knowing that Macau wasn’t actually threatening him, he agreed. He really wanted to get
on well with Macau. Vegas didn’t really have anyone he was close to aside from his brother and
since he went to university he hardly got to see him. If Macau ended up disliking him then it would
drive a rift between them. He wanted Macau to accept him, and if that meant that he had to go
along with his silly schemes then he could do that for now.

He didn’t understand how going shopping together was his revenge plan, but he supposed he could
have asked him to do a lot worse.

The reason for the shopping trip became apparent the next day when the three of them were talking
over dinner one evening.

“Macau, you can have the place to yourself this weekend, Pete and I are going out” Vegas smiled
at Pete hopefully.

“Huh?” Pete mumbled in confusion through his mouthful of food. This was news to Pete, but he
had a feeling that Macau had probably already known Vegas had been intending to take him
somewhere this weekend.

“I’m taking you on a date, we’re staying overnight” Vegas smiled happily.

“You can’t do that Phi.” Macau chirped up. “P’Pete and I have plans.” he said casually.

“What?!” Vegas’ head snaps to look at his brother.

“Yeah we’re going to go to the mall on Saturday,” he shrugs.

“Can’t you do that some other time?”

“No, I want to go with P’Pete and he’s too busy during the week.”

“Can’t you go the following weekend?” Vegas tries desperately to get his brother to reconsider,
gradually getting more and more pouty. It was cute.

“No, because I need supplies this week. Someone defiled my old room so I need to buy some home
comforts for my new room” Macau gave him a pointed look.

“Can’t we all go then?” Vegas suggests hopefully.

“No.” Macau quickly dismisses him. “I want to spend some quality time getting to know my new
brother-in-law, just the two of us.”

Pete just let them bicker back and forth, not really wanting to take sides in this. He had promised
Macau and he intended to keep that promise, but he couldn’t deny that he really wanted to finally
go on a date with Vegas too.

“Pete, are you seriously going to go on a date with my brother before you’ve been on one with
me?” Vegas pouted, turning his attention to Pete once he realised trying to convince his brother
was a futile operation.

“It’s not a date, we’re just going to go buy some things for his room and we’ll probably get some
food” Pete shrugged.

“Sounds like a date to me...” Vegas scowls. “If we did that together, I’d consider it a date” he
mutters bitterly.

“It’s not a date, it’s just a friendly outing with my boyfriend’s brother who I would very much like
to get to know a little better” Pete pouts cutely.

“You know I want the two of you to get along, but I also really want to keep you to myself” Vegas
frowns.

Pete leaned in close and lowers his voice “Macau said if I went with him, he would go meet up
with some of his high school friends on Sunday, we’ll have the place completely to ourselves” Pete
says sultrily, his voice full of temptation.

Obviously they’d had sex since Macau had arrived back. They had to be a lot more considerate
about it now rather than just letting Vegas pin him to random surfaces whenever he felt like it, but
they’d found a way that worked for them.
It wasn’t like Macau didn’t know what was going on. The fact he had dedicated a whole room in
his apartment to sex, was probably enough of a clue that Vegas was not going to abstain for the
months that Macau was home.

Pete had been a bit self-conscious about it so had pulled Macau aside and asked if it bothered him
that they were fucking while he was still in the house. Having previously been subjected to
unwanted sex sounds one too many times himself in the form of his best friend and his boss, he
knew how annoying it could be. Pete didn’t want Macau uncomfortable during his time staying
with them. So he’d asked Macau about his feelings about it one day.

Pete had envisioned it being an awkward conversation, but surprisingly Macau had seemed
unfazed by it.

“As long as I don’t have to see or hear it, I don’t care,” Macau shrugged. “At least when Phi
destroyed my room, he had it properly sound proofed” he remarked.

They would fuck in the sex room now, where Pete could scream as loud as he wanted, or they
would sometimes have quiet sex in their room before bed. Macau promising to leave the house on
Sunday meant that Vegas would have more options and Pete knew that this would be enough to
convince him to postpone their date a little.

As expected, Vegas’ eyes darkened at the admission of Macau’s absence and Pete smiled knowing
that he was more happy about the situation now.

The weekend arrived faster than expected. Although he spent most nights at Vegas’ apartment
during the week. It felt like Macau had only arrived yesterday. But no, suddenly a week had gone
by and Pete was preparing for his outing with Macau.

“Macau, can we invite Vegas too? I don’t want to exclude him”

“Oh he’ll be coming”

“You invited him already?”

“No. Of course not. But I know my brother. He’ll be lurking somewhere watching us. He’s not just
going to sit quietly at home while I go on a ‘date’ with his first proper boyfriend” he chucked.

“So he’s just going to follow us around all day while we have fun without him?” Pete asked a bit
sadly.

“This is a punishment for him P’Pete he’s not meant to be happy about it.”

Pete sighs, “I know I agreed to do this with you Macau but if I think this starts going too far, I will
put a stop to it. I won’t do anything to hurt our relationship when it’s barely even started” Pete said
seriously.

He didn’t want to control Macau, and he did genuinely want to spend time with him, and he didn’t
mind lightheartedly messing with Vegas, but he would put his foot down if could see this going
anywhere which was genuinely going to make Vegas uncomfortable.

“Urgh you two are so annoyingly in love with each other” Macau groans as he shakes his head
judgmentally. “I know it may not seem like it, but I'm really glad that you care so much about him”
he smiles.
“I just want to mess with him, it’s what I’ve always done. I want to piss him off, but I wouldn’t do
anything which is actually going to hurt him, I promise” Macau assured him.

“Okay” Pete nods in satisfaction.

They arrive at the mall in the morning, it had only been open an hour or so, so it wasn’t overly
busy. Pete didn’t like shopping at the best of times, he hated it even more when there were people
everywhere.

They had come to one of Vegas’ malls, knowing that it was unlikely that they would run into any
of their cousins or Porsche here. It wasn’t exactly going to be easy to explain why he was out
shopping alone with Macau if anyone from Vegas’ family were to recognise them. If Pete
happened to run into anyone else he knew, he was sure he could improvise an appropriate excuse.

To Vegas' credit, Pete didn’t know where Vegas was lurking, but he could feel his gaze on him as
they wandered from shop to shop. Pete could always feel that Vegas was nearby, he could just
never pinpoint his exact location. In fact it was a little unnerving just how good he was at this.

Being Vegas’ brother meant that all the mall employees, regardless of what stores they entered,
seemed to know exactly who Macau was and would run around diligently to meet his wishes.

Surprisingly, Macau was relaxed about the whole thing. Pete had only ever been shopping with
Kinn, who was efficient and authoritative, or Tankhun, who had everyone running around all over
the place because he could never decide what he wanted. Macau in contrast was very polite, Pete
would even go as far to say he was a little flustered by all the attention.

Maybe Macau was like him, he just wanted to be left alone to do his shopping but didn’t have the
heart to dismiss the assistants who were just trying to help the very important customer.

Pete genuinely had fun with Macau while they were shopping, he could barely feel the passing of
time as they wandered the mall, their collection of shopping bags increasing with every shop they
went to. Macau bought some new clothes, since he’d left most of them at university, some new
bedding and some other random things for his room. They put the bags in Pete’s car before Macau
directed him to some restaurant for lunch.

Pete could tell by the manner of dress of the people waiting outside, that this was some fancy place
that Pete had no hope of affording on his salary. A breadstick at this place would probably cost
more than he makes in a week.

“Vegas is paying, don’t worry about it” Macau pats his shoulder reassuringly as he leads him
towards the front of the line.

“That is not as reassuring as you think it is. Why don’t we just go somewhere else? I am severely
underdressed for this.” Pete mutters nervously.

“Relax okay. Me taking you to a fancy restaurant before Vegas gets the chance to, was part of the
plan. Knowing him, he’ll just take you to an even fancier one for your date, so really I’m doing you
a favour” Macau shrugged, but that didn’t help convince Pete at all.

Macau walks up to the woman at the counter, who quickly greets him politely.

“Table for two please” Macau smiles.

“Yes Khun Macau, right this way” she responds, leading them inside.

Pete kept his head down and ignored the judgmental stares of the people in the line that they had
just skipped as he followed Macau to sit in a nice booth.

Pete was right the food was expensive. He didn’t know how expensive since there were no prices
on the menu, but Pete had made enough restaurant bookings for Kinn to know that this meal
wasn’t going to be something he could afford. He didn’t exactly want Vegas to pay for it either, but
he didn’t really have a choice now that they were seated.

Pete ordered something that sounded nice. A lot of the dishes were European and he didn’t quite
know what some of them were. He went for some kind of fancy pasta. Once they’d ordered Pete
began to relax, he fell into an easy conversation with Macau about university. He talked about his
roommates and how he was thinking of joining one of the sports teams next year but he didn’t
know which one yet.

He’d discreetly told Pete that Vegas had sat down in one of the booths on the opposite side of the
room. He was located behind Pete, so he wouldn’t be able to see him unless he turned around,
which would be blatantly obvious, so he just continued to pretend that he didn’t know.

As he was digging into his food, someone walked past the table, but to Pete’s surprise, then walked
backwards until he stood in front of their booth. It was a strange movement for what Pete had
assumed was a waiter from his peripheral vision.

“Pete?” a familiar voice calls.

Pete looked up from his food, a smile appearing on his face in realisation.

“Oh hi Bank, we just keep running into each other recently huh?” Pete smiles.

“Yeah, we just had a business lunch, I hope I’m not interrupting you…” Bank trails off glancing at
Macau.

“No it’s fine” Macau smiles.

“Who is this P’Pete?”

“Oh, this is Bank, my friend from high school. Bank, this is Macau.”

Macau smiles “If you’re free, would you like to join us?” he asked, which surprised Pete a bit.

“I don’t want to interrupt.” Bank said.

“Nonsense, I’d love to hear more about high school Pete” Macau laughed.

Bank smiled but looked to Pete for confirmation. Pete just shrugged and shuffled further into the
booth so that Bank could sit down next to him.

“So what are you guys doing here?” Bank asks.

“Shopping.” Pete states. "What about you?... Business meeting on the weekend, that sucks"

“Yeah..." Bank sighs, "But you know how it is sometimes."

Pete nodded knowingly. "So how's the proposal going? Did you find a ring yet?"

He’d run into Bank at the charity dinner a few weeks ago, when he’d asked how his girlfriend was,
he’d told him that he planned to propose. They’d been together since high school, always attached
at the hip.

“Yeah I bought it just before my meeting, do you want to see?” Bank grinned excitedly.

“Sure” Pete smiles.

Bank pulled out a small velvet box and placed it on the table, opening it to show him an
engagement ring. It was a simple band with a small diamond in the centre. It looked delicate and
understated but still beautiful, and he knew for a fact that May would love it.

“It’s beautiful” Pete smiled as Bank put it back in his pocket.

“What about you Pete? You seeing anyone now?”

“I have a boyfriend now,” he said a little shyly. That still felt weird, the fact that he had an actual
boyfriend.

“That’s great” he smiles before he glances back and forth between Pete and Macau. “I’m not
interrupting your date or anything am I”

Macau snorts.

“Bank, Macau is a child.” Pete glares at him a little offendedly.

“Phi I’m nineteen” Macau rolls his eyes.

“Well you're a child compared to me” Pete reiterates. “Macau is my boyfriend’s brother,” he
clarifies.

“Ahhhh, So this is you bonding with the family” Bank nods in understanding.

“Yeah. I have to assess if P’Pete is a worthy brother-in-law” Macau smiled, to which the three of
them laughed.

Bank stayed for around fifteen minutes before he excused himself leaving the two of them alone
once again.

Pete looked at Macau to see him smiling widely at him, elbows resting on the table with his head
held in his hands.

“What is it?” Pete asks. “Why do you look so smirky?” he adds suspiciously.

“Vegas is so jealous,” he grins.

“What? Why?” Pete gave him a concerned look.

“He was glaring daggers into your friend”

“Bank?”

“Yes, when he had his arm around your shoulder he stabbed his steak so hard, I’m surprised the
table didn’t split in half”
“Does he look angry?” Pete asked nervously.

“No, to be honest he looks a bit sad”

Pete sighs. He didn't like this at all. “Macau…” he trails off.

“I know, go on” Macau rolls his eyes. “I’ll stay at my friends tonight so you guys can have all the
angry jealous sex you want,” he offers with a sigh. “But don’t you dare go near the communal
areas” he adds threateningly.

“Thanks… I think?”

Pete stands up from the booth and walks over to where Macau had told him Vegas had sat. He
noticed a menu appear in front of Vegas’ face trying to block him from view now that Pete was
walking in his direction. For someone who was so good at tailing, how suspicious he was now was
almost laughable.

Pete slid into the booth next to him. Vegas lowered his menu.

“Pete….I…” Vegas stuttered “I’m just here to-”

“I know you were following us today.” Pete said calmly.

“Oh.”

“Now why do you look sad?”

“I don’t look sad.” Vegas said defensively.

“Macau said you looked sad.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure? Because it looks like something…”

“It’s nothing.”

“Is it about Bank?”

“Is that that bastard's name?” he mutters under his breath.

“Yes, that bastard who has spent the past ten minutes telling us about how he’s going to propose to
his girlfriend next week.”

“What?”

“I don’t know why you’re jealous, but it’s kinda cute” Pete smiles.

“I thought he was an ex-boyfriend or something, he was all touchy and he was the same at the
charity dinner as well” Vegas admits, finally deciding to not hide his feelings away.

“Bank is very touchy with his friends, always has been, doesn’t change the fact he’s just my
incredibly straight friend from high school”

“Hang on, you saw him at the charity dinner?” Pete gave him a confused look. He'd only spoken to
Bank for a few minutes at the charity dinner, how had Vegas recognised him from that brief
interaction?

“I was watching you the entire night Pete, you were the only interesting thing in the room. I saw
the two of you talking and it annoyed me that he could be seen like that with you in public and I
couldn’t and then today he was sat all close to you and I was over here alone when I wanted
nothing more than to come over and join you-”

“I told him about you.” Pete cut him off.

“You did?” Vegas seemed genuinely surprised at that.

“He asked if I was seeing someone and I told him I had a boyfriend….He thought it was Macau at
first and that he was interrupting our date” he chuckled.

Vegas pouted.

“But I told him that you were his brother and he said that when he gets married he’d invite us both
to the wedding.”

“Well now I feel like an idiot” Vegas mutters.

Pete smiled. “You can go back to being jealous if you want, Macau said he’d go to his friends
house tonight instead so we can have all the jealous sex we want” Pete wiggled his eyebrows
suggestively.

“That kid has no boundaries” Vegas mutters as he shakes his head.

“Well you turned his room into a sex dungeon, can you blame him?” Pete quirked an eyebrow at
him

When they got home and Macau had left for the evening, they had a lot of sex. As Pete lay in bed
that night, cuddled into Vegas’ side he knew his body would be deliciously sore in the morning.
The soreness would be accompanied by Vegas attentive caring for him which would make for the
perfect day.

They were both physically exhausted but neither were ready to sleep yet, so instead just lay talking
about things until they naturally fell asleep.

“I really wanted to take you away for the weekend before we got busy with work” Vegas sighed.

“I know, but now it’s something to look forward to once it’s done” Pete reasons hopefully. “Also
Kinn has basically offloaded the entire Shanghai project onto me now, so you won’t even really
have to deal with him anymore.”

“That does make me feel slightly better about it” he smiles as he runs his hands through Pete’s
hair. “I’m not surprised though, sometimes I think Kinn’s more interested in Porsche than he is in
his company.”

“Oh he is for sure. You don’t even want to know half of the shit I’ve had to do for them in the
past.”

“Like what?” Vegas gives him an intrigued look.

“Late night lube runs were pretty common….Whenever they have a fight I have to play mediator
since Porsche would always come crash at my place."

“There was the time I had to move out for a week because Porsche was at mine and refused to go
back to Kinn’s but he had no problems in Kinn coming to visit him. Still don’t know what
happened there.”

“Why did you have to move out of your own home though?”

“My apartment walls are too fucking thin” Pete cringes at the memory.

Vegas chucked in realisation. “I hope he gave you a raise.”

“He did, and in fairness he paid for the hotel as well. I got a nice five star luxury stay, with a spa
and a pool, so really it wasn’t so bad.” He shrugged.

“Kinn cares about Porsche a lot. I’ve been his assistant through some of his previous relationships
and I can just tell Porsche is different. He’s changed a lot since they got together. I’m pretty sure he
would throw everything away at the drop of a hat if Porsche asked him to leave and live a quiet life
in the countryside." Pete rambles.

“That would be something wouldn’t it? I don’t think I can imagine Kinn living like that.” Vegas
mused.

“Love does crazy shit to people I guess.” Pete shrugs.

Pete didn’t know when exactly he fell asleep, but when he woke up the next morning, he was
horny. He didn’t know why, since Vegas had made sure to completely tire him out the night
before, but that didn’t change the fact that when he woke up with Vegas’ naked body pressed flush
against his back, his cock started to stir again.

Admittedly he was still a little tired from last night, so he wasn’t in the mood for anything
particularly exerting. Although there was a lingering thought in the back of his mind that he’d been
wanting to try for a while and it was perfect for a lazy morning.

Pete pulls himself out of Vegas’ hold, silently disappearing into the bathroom to go to the toilet. He
hops in the shower and cleans himself thoroughly in hopes of Vegas agreeing to his plan. It was
around ten minutes later when Pete emerged from the bathroom, and went to join Vegas again.

His lover was still asleep in bed, looking adorably peaceful while he slept. Pete climbs into bed,
settling himself in Vegas’ arms once again. He cuddles into Vegas’ chest, trying to resist the urge
to grind his erection into his thigh to rouse him.

Vegas had been a little stressed recently with work, so he wanted to let him sleep properly for as
long as possible. Pete could be patient for a while, he would use the time to fully appreciate how
beautiful his boyfriend was while he was sleeping.

Turns out horny Pete and patient Pete couldn’t coexist with each other. It was around half hour
later when Pete was starting to get a little restless. His cock was aching to be touched and Vegas
was also unmistakably hard beneath the sheets although he was still very much asleep.

Maybe he should aid his awakening, Pete thought to himself.

He dribbled into his hand before sliding it between them, his grip gently wrapping around Vegas’
cock. He started with slow movements, just gently stroking him, not wanting him to wake up too
quickly.

Vegas started squirming a little in his sleep, his body moving to seek out Pete’s hand.

“Pete” he mumbled subconsciously, which only made Pete smile.

He gripped him a little tighter and sped up his movements slightly.

“Pete” he mumbled again, but it was more of a moan this time. Pete faltered for a second, because
it was the hottest thing he’d ever heard. He needed Vegas. Now.

He leant into Vegas’ neck, kissing him gently and letting his breath fan over his ear.

“Vegas” he whispers sensually. He could feel Vegas starting to stir from his slumber, but his eyes
remained closed as he snuggled closer to Pete.

“Mmmm” Vegas made a noncommittal hum of acknowledgement.

“Can we try sixty-nining this morning?” Pete mumbles into his neck with a mischievous smirk.

“And a good morning to you too” Vegas chuckled sleepily.

“Yeah morning, whatever, so can we?” Pete asked hopefully.

Vegas pulled back from Pete a little so he could look at his face. He was clearly still a little sleepy,
but that didn’t stop the smirk on his face.

“Is my little pet hungry? Did I not feed you well enough last night?” he teases, eyes darkening as
he pulls Pete closer. Before Pete could answer, Vegas’ lips were on his and his hand was gripping
his ass.

Pete relaxed into the kiss, letting Vegas pull him over him to straddle him. He could feel Vegas’
erection beneath him.

Vegas broke the kiss and nuzzled his nose into Pete’s neck “Did you shower?” He murmured.

“Mmm” Pete hummed.

“You always come prepared, don't you pet ? “ Vegas smirks, palming Pete’s ass fondly but making
no real effort to move things along.

Pete didn’t want to just turn around and sit on Vegas’ face, although he doubted Vegas would
complain about it, it seemed a bit too forward. That being said, Pete had been thinking about this
all morning and the anticipation was killing him. He’d intended for lazy morning sex, but now that
he was awake and desperate, his mind had other ideas.

Pete grinded his erection into Vegas, hoping to tempt him into action. Vegas let a relaxed spank fall
onto Pete’s ass, causing him to yelp in surprise.

“Get up here then” Vegas said nonchalantly, feigning disinterest, but Pete knew by the look in his
eye just how much desire was pooling behind his indifferent gaze.

Pete peeled the covers away from them so they didn’t get in the way and hastily straddled Vegas’
face so that his back was to the headboard. He hovered above him, leaving a small gap between
their bodies as he looked down at Vegas’ hard cock in front of him.

He could feel Vegas’ warm breath on his balls. As Vegas teasingly exhaled, it sent little tingles up
his spine and he wandered nothing more than to relax his hips and force Vegas’ mouth into action.

Vegas wasted no more time, he wrapped his arms around Pete, resting his forearms on the small of
his back and pushed his hips down to meet his tongue.

Pete squirmed as he felt Vegas lick over his balls, he had to suppress the urge to just sit up and ride
his face, but the rock hard cock just in front of him stole his attention.

Pete saw it as a challenge, he wanted to make Vegas cum first. He knew from the way Vegas was
already expertly making his way up to his hole, that he was equally determined.

Pete stuck out his tongue and teasingly licked over the tip of Vegas’ cock. He felt Vegas’ tongue
falter against him and couldn’t help but smirk to himself.

Pete decided to not drag this out any longer and let his lips wrap around his boyfriend's cock.
Although he knew he could quite comfortably deepthroat him at this angle, it was much too early
for him to want to be a drooling mess, so instead he stored that information for later and just took
what was comfortable into his mouth. He used one arm to steady himself on the bed and his free
hand focused its attention on Vegas’ balls.

He felt Vegas moaning against him, his tongue was already inside Pete’s ass so he could feel the
vibrations of his moans ripple through him.

It felt incredible and Pete could easily see himself getting addicted to this position. The need to
give and take were constantly trying to overpower each other. On the one hand he wanted to sit
back and let Vegas devour him, on the other he wanted to suck Vegas’ cock so well that he
wouldn’t be able to finish eating his ass. He wanted to feel Vegas’ orgasm wash over him, wanted
to feel those moans reverberate through him from where he was most sensitive.

“Pete” Vegas whimpered against his hole.

Pete couldn’t help but smirk around his cock as he took him slightly deeper into his mouth. He
could tell Vegas was close already, which was surprising since he was usually so in control. The
feeling sent a surge of determination through Pete as he started to bob his head a little faster,
swiping his tongue teasingly over the head every so often.

Vegas’ hips were stuttering a little, but Pete could tell Vegas was trying to control himself. Pete
was trying to stop his own hips from grinding too hard on Vegas' face, but his body was actively
seeking out more of his sinful tongue. He tried to forget about the sensations happening behind
him, he needed to make Vegas cum, his own orgasm would feel all the more satisfying if he got
Vegas off first.

He fondled Vegas’ balls, gently squeezing and caressing the areas he knew Vegas was sensitive.

“Shit” Vegas clutched Pete’s ass tightly as Pete felt his release fill his mouth.

Pete remained still for a moment, letting the warmth of his mouth engulf Vegas as he came down
from his high, smirking to himself at his victory. Eventually he pulled back from Vegas cock,
being careful not to let any of his cum dribble from his lips. He sat up and made an over
exaggerated swallowing noise, followed by a content sigh.

The spank to his ass came as a surprise and his hips jolted against Vegas’ face. He’d stopped using
his tongue now, all Pete could feel were his slightly heavier breaths against his skin. He climbed
off of Vegas and knelt beside him, waiting for whatever came next. He was still desperate to cum
and he was eagerly anticipating spending the morning in bed.

To Pete’s disappointment, Vegas made no effort to pounce on him, he didn’t even move, he
remained lying peacefully on the bed like nothing had happened.

Pete knew Vegas was not a selfish person when it came to sex. So why was he ignoring him now
that he’d reached his own high?

Vegas’ eyes were closed as he pretended to sleep, but there was a smile on his lips just to make
sure that Pete knew this was intentional.

“Did you have fun pet?” he asks.

Pete bit his lip.

“Making me lose control so we couldn’t cum together…” he muses with mocking disappointment.
“You should know by now that bad pets don’t get what they want,” he chastises with a smirk.

Pete lets a little huff escape him, but it came out as a whine.

“You wanted this pet. I'm not moving,” he tells him sternly, not lifting his head from the pillow.

“If you want to cum, get over here and put your cock in my mouth like a good boy.”

Pete eagerly crawled over Vegas’ body again so that he was straddling his chest. He looked down
at Vegas, his face partially obscured by his leaking erection. He knew he wouldn’t last long, in fact
he could envision himself cumming the moment Vegas’ lips wrapped around him.

Pete bit his lip as he wrapped his hand around his cock ready to guide it into Vegas’ mouth.

“Good boy” Vegas smirks up at him as he surges forward to engulf him. His hands tightly clutched
Pete’s ass to hold him in place.

Pete didn’t last long, Vegas was far too good with his mouth and Pete was finding this position so
erotic, that it was barely thirty seconds before his hands were tangling in Vegas’ hair and he was
spilling into his mouth.

Once Vegas had milked him for everything he had, Pete slowly pulled out, his breathing a little
unsteady as he recovered from his orgasm. Vegas looked up at him with a cocky smirk as he traced
his lip with his finger before licking the remains of Pete’s cum from them. That cocky smirk would
be the death of him one day.

Pete averted his gaze and shuffled his way down Vegas’ body, straddling his hips and leaning
down to kiss him lazily.

Vegas smiled into the kiss, his hands settling comfortably on Pete’s ass once again.

Pete could taste himself on Vegas’ tongue as they lazily made out. It was relaxed and slow. Every
time he kissed Vegas it felt different and he could never decide which kind of kiss he preferred. He
loved their heated kisses but this lazy makeout session was perfect in this moment.

Eventually the kiss came to a natural stop and Pete rested his head on Vegas’ chest, cuddling him
happily. It was probably mid morning by now, and they really should get up, but Pete didn’t want
 to escape Vegas’ warm embrace. He’d quite happily wrap himself up in Vegas’ arms for the rest of
the day.

Vegas smiled down at him. “You’re so perfect Pete, what did I ever do to deserve you?” he
mumbles to himself, his hands gently caressing Pete’s skin in soothing motions.

Pete couldn’t help but feel a little shy at the comment, hiding his face in Vegas’ chest and snuggled
further into his embrace.

Chapter End Notes

This turned out really long, I swear the chapters just keep getting longer and longer.
Oh well.

Vegas will get his date eventually <3

 Dates and Deception
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

No matter how many times Pete saw Vegas in his casual clothes around the apartment, it always
came as a surprise to him just how good he looked in them. He'd spent years seeing him only in
business attire. Which, granted, for him were extravagant blouses and tight dress pants as opposed
to regular suit and tie of the rest of the corporate world. Therefor whenever Pete saw him wearing
something different, it was like there was a glitch in his brain and he couldn’t quite believe what
his eyes were seeing.

Vegas emerged from his bedroom wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt. It was so plain and
simple but yet he still somehow managed to make it look classy. How was it possible that Vegas
looked good in everything? Pete was convinced that Vegas could go out wearing a trash bag and he
would still somehow find a way to make it look amazing. Stupid, sexy, bastard.

He couldn't lie, the simplicity of his boyfriend's outfit was doing something for him. The shirt was
just tight enough to accentuate his arms and his jeans hugged his thighs deliciously. Pete needed to
Quell his mind, otherwise they were never going to make it to their date if he continued down this
thought path.

They were finally going on their first official date and Pete was simultaneously incredibly excited
and a bundle of nerves. He wanted it to go perfectly, he knew neither of them really had much
dating experience and he just hoped he wouldn’t make a fool out of himself.

“What?” Vegas asks nervously as he looks at Pete. Only then did Pete realise he’d been standing
motionless, staring at Vegas this entire time.

“Nothing, it’s just weird to see you wearing jeans….You look good though” Pete hums
appreciatively.

Vegas smirks, relaxing considerably. “Well I’m trying to not stand out so much, just on the off
chance we run into someone.”

“That makes sense,” Pete nods.

Vegas’ usual flashy attire of animal print would make him a focal point of anyone’s vision. Kinn
was due to go to the ocean with Porsche this weekend so the chances of seeing him were minimal.
It was better to be safe though, just in case they saw someone else from the company who would
feedback to Kinn if they were to see him and Vegas together.

They needed to be as inconspicuous as possible, which meant Vegas looking like his usual self was
out of the question.

Much to Pete’s disdain, Vegas kept their destination a secret the entire ride there. He’d opted to
take his motorbike instead of the car and while Pete had been apprehensive about riding it at first,
the appeal of it quickly grew on him once he realised he’d get to spend the entire ride hugging
Vegas. He could put up with a little fear if it meant he could cling to Vegas like this. Not to
mention, he looked incredibly sexy in his helmet and leather jacket.
Pete was surprised when he pulled up at the market. He didn’t know what he expected Vegas to
plan for their first date, but this was definitely not it. He couldn’t imagine Vegas ever coming to a
place like this on his own. He preferred western dishes, so most of the ingredients on sale by the
various vendors would likely not appeal to him.

“I think the street food is this way,” Vegas said confidently as he started walking in the wrong
direction.

Pete shook his head with a chuckle, “It’s this way” he nods his head in the opposite direction.

Pete took his hand and led Vegas through the bustling street to an area with lots of food vendors.
They sold a variety of dishes. As Pete watched Vegas scan his surroundings with an apprehensive
expression he was trying to hide, he could tell Vegas wasn’t all that keen on trying the dishes on
offer. Seriously if he knew he wasn’t going to like it, why would he suggest it?

“What made you want to come here?” Pete asks as he comes to a stop overlooking the selection of
stalls ahead of him .

“I knew a fancy restaurant would make you uncomfortable and I wanted to do something you
enjoyed. I thought we could get some food that you like, you always rave about street food and
apparently they have a good range of spicy things here” he rambles with a small smile.

“But you hate all the super spicy things” Pete looks at him pointedly.

“Well I want to give it another try…with you. I will be fine just pick whatever you want” he smiles
reassuringly.

“Yeah… No. We’re not doing that." Pete said decidedly. "Come on, we’ll find something your
stomach can handle. You’re not going to be able to fuck me properly later if you get ill” he
chuckles.

Vegas rolled his eyes but smiled anyway as he leaned in close. “Does a day go by when you don’t
think about my body?” he teases.

“What can I say, I’m cursed to have such a hot boyfriend,” Pete said cockily.

Vegas opened his mouth to say something, but shut it again when no words came. A small smile
appeared on his lips though. Was Vegas shy?...Cute.

After eating, they wandered the market for a few hours, leaving the food stalls behind and finding
themselves in the area that sold handmade crafts. Pete briefly paused to speak to one of the sellers
he knew, an old friend of his grandmother before she moved to the city. He hadn't intended to
spend long chatting, he only really wanted to say hello to be polite. However Vegas quickly
excused himself to use the toilet leaving Pete there to answer all her questions about how his
grandmother was getting on back at home.

Pete kept an eye on Vegas as he walked in the blatantly wrong direction. Although through his
peripheral vision, he saw him stop at a stall they had wandered past earlier. He chatted with the
seller briefly before buying something and putting it in the inside pocket of his jacket.

Pete didn’t say anything when Vegas returned to his side, he just bid his grandmother's friend a
polite goodbye.
“Did you find the toilet okay?” Pete asked.

“Yeah, I went the wrong way to begin with, but found them eventually” he smiled innocently.

Liar.

He was curious as to what it was that Vegas had bought. However, the way that Vegas was trying
to be sneaky, going as far to double back on himself to make it appear like he’d arrived from the
correct direction, made him not want to ruin whatever surprise he was planning.

It was most likely a gift for him, otherwise why would he specifically wait till Pete wasn’t around
to buy it? It had Pete overthinking if he should also find a gift for Vegas. But what gift could he
possibly buy for Vegas?

“You okay?” Vegas asked.

“Yeah fine. Just thinking about where to take you next” Pete smiled.

Vegas looked at his watch, before looking back up at Pete. “About that….I have something else
planned for us.”

“You do?” Pete asked excitedly.

“Yeah follow me” he grins before grabbing his hand and leading him back through the market,
expertly navigating the busy walkways as if it was second nature to him. Pete didn’t even have to
advise him which way to go, he was just naturally traversing the maze of stalls back to where
they’d parked.

“Where are we going?”

"It’s a surprise,” Vegas smiles as he fastens Pete’s helmet.

They climb on the bike and Vegas smiles to himself in satisfaction as he feels Pete’s arms snake
around him. His warm presence behind him was distracting and he had half a mind to change
course and drive them home so he could park up in the private garage and fuck Pete bent over the
bike.

With great reluctance, he mustered up the minimal amount of self control he had left, and started
driving towards their destination. He was usually a careful driver, but with Pete clutching him ever
so slightly tighter every time he sped up, it was honestly out of his control if he ended up slightly
breaking some speed limits.

When they pulled up after around half an hour of riding, the sun was beginning to set. He let Pete
dismount before he secured the bike and pulled his own helmet off, shaking his hair a little and
pushing it out of his eyes. The neat style he'd worked so hard on before they left was now ruined.
Although, he had a suspicion that Pete liked his messy hair so he couldn’t really be too mad about
it.

By the time Vegas had put the helmets away, Pete had already wandered off. Vegas looked around
to see him standing by the railing a short distance away. It separated the cliff from the valley
below.

“Wow” Pete was awestruck as he looked over the city. The sun was just setting behind the tall
skyscrapers, casting an orange glow over everything.

Vegas smiled as he watched Pete take in the view. He was truly breathtaking. The scenery was
nice too.

“Vegas this is beautiful” Pete finally turned to look at him, wonder in his eyes. Vegas’ heart beat
faster.

Vegas took Pete’s hand in his and started leading him away from where he stood frozen and along
a secluded path surrounded by some light foliage.

“Where are we going now?” Pete asks curiously as he lets Vegas drag him along, his eyes not
leaving the spectacular view in front of him.

“There’s a nice picnic spot a little further along” Vegas

“You brought a picnic?”

“Just some snacks since we already ate earlier,” Vegas smiled.

As they approached the clearing, Vegas smiled in satisfaction. Macau had done his job perfectly it
seems. The blanket was laid out nicely in a spot that overlooked the city, the hamper placed there
surrounded by rose petals. The flowers weren’t a part of the instructions Vegas had given him, but
couldn’t deny it looked nice. His little brother had managed to redeem himself slightly since he
stole Pete away for a date the previous week.

Although he couldn’t see Macau’s car parked anywhere nearby, that didn’t mean the little rascal
wasn’t loitering somewhere. The little brat was too nosy for his own good, especially in the
uncharted territory of Vegas’ first serious relationship.

They settled down on the blanket, sitting close together, which left around half of it completely
empty. They pushed the stray petals over to the empty space and as the evening breeze started to
settle in, the petals scattered in the air, floating delicately away.

They leisurely shared the snacks that Macau had brought. At some point Pete had nestled his way
between Vegas’ legs, so he could lean back against his chest.

Vegas let his head rest on Pete’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist as they looked
out over the view. It wasn’t the weekend away on a private island that he’d originally planned, but
it was still perfect. Anywhere with Pete was perfect, but he really wanted this to be perfect for Pete.
Thankfully he seemed to be enjoying it.

“How did you find this place?” Pete asked.

“Sometimes when I’m stressed, I just get on my bike and ride. One day I ended up here” he
mumbled against his neck, his hands absentmindedly tracing patterns on the back of Pete’s hands.

“I didn’t know you did that?” Pete tilted his head in interest.

“I haven’t had to go on a ride like that for a while. I found a more effective method of stress relief”
he teases, squeezing Pete just a little tighter.

Pete chuckled, the vibration of his laughter rippling through Vegas’ body with a happy tingle.

“Well I’m glad I can be of assistance” he smiled, startling Vegas a little as Pete shifts in his lap to
turn around. Before he knew it Pete was straddling his legs and wrapping his arms around his
neck.

Having Pete in his lap like this just felt natural. He sat comfortably on his thighs and leant his
shoulders so they were looking at each other. The glow of the city behind him, made Pete look
absolutely angelic.

Vegas wouldn’t have protested to this position if Pete had kept still. However, the way Pete’s hips
were subtly grinding against him suggested that he had other intentions.

“Pete” Vegas warned him, in a tone that wasn’t completely serious. After all, who was he to deny
Pete?

“I want to show you how appreciative I am for this wonderful date” he murmurs sultrily as his lips
trail up Vegas’ neck.

“Right now?”

“Yeah, no one’s around”

“I don’t have lube on me.” Vegas warned him. He had some stored away in his bike but that was a
ten minute walk away. Fuck, he should have foreseen Pete’s exhibitionist desires.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t do other things right now” he smiles as his lips started kissing down Vegas’
neck, but came to an abrupt stop at the collar of his T-shirt.

Pete pulls back and glares at the offending fabric, which made a laugh escape Vegas.

It was rare that he wore shirts that didn’t at least somehow expose his chest, so this plain T-shirt
was severely restricting the free reign over his body that Pete had become accustomed to.

Pete shuffled backwards and lifted Vegas shirt, running his fingers teasingly down his chest and
over his abdomen before they fiddled with the button and zipper on his jeans.

He hoped that if Macau had been lurking in the shrubbery, that he’d had the common sense to fuck
off by now, otherwise he was about to get a unpleasant surprise. Regardless, Vegas had no
intention of putting a stop to this.

Pete didn’t hesitate taking him into his mouth. Vegas had to steady himself on his hands behind
him from the sheer eagerness with which Pete engulfed him.

Before Pete, Vegas would tire of his sex partners rather quickly. Most didn’t make it past the first
night and those that did barely lasted a few weeks. But Pete… Pete was truly something, he always
surprised him, teased him, kept him on his toes.

He’d never tire of finding new ways to take Pete apart, or even let him have his own way.

Pete was a great sub, there was no denying that fact, but he was also so unbelievably sexy when he
took what he wanted. Vegas would give this man whatever he desired, he’d surrender himself
completely to Pete’s mercy if it kept him by his side.

As Vegas looked down at the angel sucking him with practised technique and Vegas knew he
would be approaching his high almost embarrassingly quickly.

Damn Pete and his skillful mouth. He had Vegas’ mind going hazy as the blissful sensations
coursed through his entire body.

Pete shifting his gaze to look up at him innocently once he’d taken him to the hilt, was enough to
push him over the edge.

“Shit Pete” Vegas moaned as he gripped Pete’s hair tightly, holding him securely in place as he
spilled into his mouth.

Pete just smirked cockily as he sat back up straight. Vegas had to take a moment to come back to
his senses.

“Since when were you such a little exhibitionist?”

“I did the same thing in the company bathroom, I don’t know why this is a surprise to you.
Besides, I thought it would be nice if you could appreciate the view” Pete trailed off, easing back a
little so that Vegas could put his dick back in his pants.

“I always appreciate the view when you’re on top of me,” he smirks.

As the weeks passed by, they went on more dates, each taking turns to plan one. They tried to go
on at least one date per week. Even if the date ended up just being in Vegas’ apartment. It was
tricky to make time because of their hectic work schedules, but both put the effort in to make time
for each other outside of their domestic cohabitation.

One night after work, Macau had left for the evening, Pete and Vegas were cuddled up on the
couch, naked and a little sticky, since the once innocent waffle night had quickly descended into
eating cream off each other. The living room was a mess but neither were keen to untangle their
limbs and clean it up.

“I wish I could take you somewhere public without having to watch our backs the whole time”
Vegas muses.

“I’m sorry…” Pete trails off, knowing he was the sole reason for this limitation.

“Don’t apologise, I know it’s not your fault. I just really want to selfishly show off my hot
boyfriend” Vegas assured him.

Pete chuckles, swatting Vegas’ arm playfully before sighing.

“One day. One day I’ll come clean to Kinn I promise…just not yet.”

Pete didn’t want to hide his relationship either, but telling the people closest to him would involve
his boss finding out. He wasn’t ready to tell Kinn yet. He couldn’t take the risk. No matter what he
thought he felt for Vegas, it was too soon.

They’d only been dating for a month or so by now and Pete knew it was going well, much better
than he thought dating would go. However, it was far too soon to jeopardize everything he’d
worked for for nearly the past decade.

He would tell Kinn eventually. If things continued to go well with Vegas and he saw a true future
with him, then he would commit wholeheartedly, even if he had to throw away his job in the
process.
But it was too early to make that decision yet. Both of them had never dated before, Pete had no
idea how this would turn out in the long run yet. He hoped for the best, of course he did, but he
didn’t want to tell Kinn and prematurely hammer the last nail in the coffin, only to end up breaking
up a few months later and being truly left with nothing.

With every day that passed, he found himself becoming increasingly attached to Vegas, but he
wouldn’t take unnecessary risks before he was certain that the time was right.

“I know, and I’m not trying to pressure you. Honestly Pete, I don’t care if we have to hide it for the
rest of our lives, as long as I’m with you, and you’re happy, that’s enough for me” Vegas assured
him. It was like he could sense the inner conflict raging behind Pete’s eyes.

How Vegas was always able to perfectly understand him, was honestly a mystery. Although, he
couldn't deny the fact that it warmed his heart. He felt seen by Vegas. Vegas made it feel like he
was no longer just a background character in someone else's story. He made him feel important,
and cared for, and he wanted to hold onto that feeling as tightly as possible and never let go.

Since Pete dedicated almost all of his free time to Vegas and Macau, he knew it was only a matter
of time before his best friend started demanding attention. In fairness he’d turned down Porsche’s
invitations to go out quite a few times already.

One night his phone screen lit up with the familiar ringtone that Porsche had specifically assigned
himself. Pete excused himself from his spot on the couch with Macau to take the video call in the
bedroom.

“Hi Porsche,” Pete smiled.

“Hi traitor,” Porsche waved back.

Pete rolled his eyes.

“Please tell me you're coming out with us on Friday, if you bail on me again I swear….” He
threatens.

“I’ll be there don’t worry, you know Khun will come to my apartment and drag me there if I don’t”
Pete groans.

An offended expression appeared on Porsche's face “so you can’t deny Khun, but you can deny
me, your bestest friend in the whole world...” he said dramatically. Khun was really starting to rub
off on Porsche.

“Yes” Pete stated.

Porsche scowls briefly.

“Anyway, how’s it going with your mystery guy?…” he asks “since you always seem to ditch me
for him nowadays” he mutters to himself bitterly.

“It's going good.” Pete states.

“Good.... Seriously?! That's all the information you’re giving me?!”

Pete had debated his next words for over a week now. He knew it wouldn’t be long before Porsche
asked for an update on his sex life. Pete knew how risky it was to be completely honest with the
person closest to his boss.

Pete had been Porsche’s friend for years, way longer than Porsche had been together with Kinn. In
fact it was thanks to Pete that the two even ended up getting together in the first place. He trusted
that even if he told Porsche the absolute truth that he wouldn’t say a word to Kinn…intentionally.

Therein lied the problem. Porsche would never openly reveal his secret to Kinn if Pete asked him
not to. The issue was that sometimes Porsche’s mouth worked faster than his brain, especially
when he's drunk. The chances of him accidentally making an offhand comment about something,
which would lead to unavoidable follow up questions from Kinn, was far too high for Pete’s liking.
The only way to protect his secret from Kinn was to ensure that Porsche didn’t know enough to
incriminate him.

Pete had thought long and hard about how much information was safe to give his best friend to
ensure that even if he went on a drunken ramble one night, that Vegas’ identity would remain a
secret. It was a hard scale to balance, he needed to divulge just enough to satisfy him but not
enough to pose any real threat.

“We’re seeing each other…romantically” Pete said.

“You got yourself a boyfriend! And you’re only just telling me now!? Seriously, what kind of best
friend are you?!” Porsche exclaims.

“What’s his name? What does he do? How-” he starts rattling off questions.

“I can’t tell you.” Pete cuts him off.

“What? Why?” Porsche whined.

“Because of his job, we have to keep our relationship a secret.” Pete said.

“Why? Is he in the mafia or something?....Are you in danger Pete?” he asked a little more seriously

“No, of course not,” Pete rolled his eyes. “Do I look like the kind of person who would get
involved with the mafia?” he said with a pointed look.

Porsche shrugged, “So what? Is he like a celebrity or something?”

“…Yeah.” That could work.

“Oh come on Pete, surely you can tell your best friend.” Porsche pouted, clearly trying to convince
Pete with those damn puppy dog eyes that usually had him relenting.

“Maybe once things get more serious, but in the meantime I promised I wouldn’t. Sorry.”

“Is it someone I’d know?”

“You'd know who he is, yes.”

“Oooh, now I’m intrigued. Actor?... Singer?....” Porsche started probing, trying to gauge his
response.

“I’m not telling you anything else” Pete stated.

-
Kinn watched his assistant leave Vegas’ apartment building for the third time this week.

At first he thought it was a coincidence. Kinn had been visiting a friend that lived in the building
opposite and had seen Pete walking into the building where he knew Vegas lived.

Kinn thought at the time that Pete must have been visiting a friend. The building was massive and
home to hundreds of people, it was very unlikely that Pete was visiting the single person Kinn
knew that lived there.

When Porsche had told him that Pete had got a boyfriend in the entertainment industry, Kinn
realised that the person he was seeing probably lived in Vegas’ building. In fact he knew of several
celebrities that lived there.

It was only solidified by the fact that Pete’s work attire was becoming increasingly skewed towards
turtlenecks. He thought that by wearing turtlenecks to cover the marks on his skin, it would
conceal the evidence. But he doesn’t wear turtlenecks any other time, so it was always obvious
when he was trying to hide something from the night before.

This became a frequent occurrence in the last few weeks. Despite the humidity, he was mostly
wearing turtlenecks all the time now. Kinn was scared to send him out on errands outside the
comforts of the office’s air condition just in case he passed out or something.

Kinn was certain of the fact that Pete’s boyfriend lived in that building. Usually Kinn had no
intention of prying into his employees personal life.

However coincidentally Kinn had also noticed that recently Vegas wasn’t being as intolerable as he
usually was.

Previously, whenever Kinn had the misfortune of having to go to social functions where his cousin
was present, Vegas would always flirt with every good looking man in sight.

But at the last few functions he’d kept to himself. When men that Kinn would consider ‘Vegas’
type’ approached him, he shooed them away with a disinterested expression.

Even stranger, he was polite to Kinn’s staff now too. He stopped showing up unannounced, which
used to stress the admin team out to no end.

He still made snide comments towards Kinn, but that was to be expected. If Vegas ever started
being genuinely polite towards Kinn, then Kinn would suggest he make an appointment at the
hospital because something would be seriously wrong. However, towards everyone else at Kinn’s
office, he was now acting like a reasonable person, and that was suspicious.

Kinn trusted Pete. He knew it was probably an honest coincidence. Maybe Vegas was turning over
a new leaf by not being prick at every given opportunity. But Kinn couldn’t help the little tugging
in the back of his mind that hinted to how connected it all was.

He had to rule out that possibility for sure. So one evening Kinn left work early, drove to Vegas'
building and parked his car in the guest area of the underground car park.

Sure enough, around fifteen minutes later, Pete's familiar car parked up a few spaces along on the
opposite side. Kinn watched in intrigue when a few minutes later, he saw his youngest cousin
getting into Pete’s car, the two of them laughing happily.

It was the kind of genuine laughter that came between friends. Pete had no reason to be close to
Macau. In fact, Kinn didn’t think the two had ever properly met. If the two were close, it was
 because they’d become acquainted independently of Kinn.

Although Kinn knew that Pete would sleep with men younger than himself, Macau had just
become an adult and he couldn’t see Pete getting into a romantic or sexual relationship with him.
Also he was at university, so how they had met to form that type of attachment just didn't logically
add up.

Consequently, the only reason Pete would be close to Macau, would be by extension of Vegas.
Eventhough Pete and Vegas were working together for the Shanghai deal, there would be no
explanation for why Pete had become this close to Macau. Macau didn’t come to the office and
Pete had no reason to see Vegas outside the office. Unless they were in fact closer than temporary
colleagues.

All signs were pointing to Vegas, and sure enough soon his cousin wandered over to Pete's car,
opened the passenger door, pulled his brother out of the front seat, only to climb in himself while
Macau reluctantly scurried to get in the back.

Kinn could only glare at the scene ahead of him. Especially as Pete smiled brightly at him, only for
Vegas to lean over and peck his cheek with a kiss.

Kinn didn’t realise how hard he was gripping the steering wheel until he looked down to see his
angry white knuckles staring back at him.

He didn’t yet know what to do with this newfound information. But one thing was for sure, he
didn’t like it.

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Vegas had been staring at the keychain on his desk for the past twenty minutes. He’d missed his
chance to surprise Pete with it on their first date, and now he was stumped as to how to give it to
him without it being weird.

When he first walked past the stall at the market, Vegas’ eyes had been drawn to the cute sets of
keyrings that were on sale. They were hand carved wooden figures of small animals. One
particular design immediately captured his attention, although he didn’t know why. It was a pair of
small wooden hedgehogs, the design was beautifully intricate considering how small the keyring
was. He liked it a lot and the fact that they came as a pair made him like it even more.

Vegas never thought he’d want a couple's item with anybody, until Pete stumbled into his life.
Since their relationship was a closely guarded secret, blatantly obvious couple's items would be
counterproductive. Vegas liked the subtle simplicity of the keyrings. It would be a sign just for
them, no one else needed to know the meaning behind them.

Which was how he ended up covertly sneaking away from Pete at the first opportunity to buy them
and stash them in his jacket with the intention of surprising Pete as they overlooked the city as the
sun set.

That had been the plan. However Pete had single handedly derailed the plan when he climbed in
his lap and gave him a bow job out of the blue.

The spontaneous event had thrown off his entire thought process and Vegas had honestly forgotten
he bought them until he found them in his jacket pocket a few days later.

Now he was trying to find a way to give it to Pete in a way that would appear natural, since it had
been days since their date and he still wanted it to seem a little more romantic than shoving it in his
direction and saying 'I forgot about this but here you go'

Macau watched Vegas wander around the apartment, nervously twiddling a little wooden keyring
through his fingers whenever Pete wasn’t around. He’d been doing this for days now. Once Pete
would show up, it would be shoved deep into his pocket.

He knew his brother well enough to know that he was massively overthinking something stupid.
Which was most likely in relation to Pete.

He got all the information he needed when he snuck into Vegas’ home office in an attempt to hack
his work laptop to change his background image, only to find two of the damn things.

Oh it was a couple's item and Vegas was just being his usual pathetic self about it. Probably
worrying that it would be something that wouldn’t interest Pete now that he’d already bought it.

The two of them were utterly pathetic. Macau knew for a fact that Pete would melt if Vegas gave
him that fucking keyring so he just needed for his brother to get on with it. At this rate Pete was
never going to receive it in this lifetime.
Macau was due to leave to go back to university. He only had a couple of nights left at the
apartment before the two of them would be on their own again. So like the amazing brother he
was, he decided to leave them with a parting gift. How these two idiots managed to get into a
relationship without him was honestly a mystery.

Pete was a little reluctant to wake up today. They were due to take Macau to university this
morning. It was going to be a long drive and Pete was a little sad to see him go. He’d grown
accustomed to his presence in the apartment now and honestly Pete quite liked having him around.

Despite feigning indifference and joking that he can’t wait for them to have the apartment to
themselves again, he knew Vegas was also a little sad that he was leaving.

To cheer him up, Pete intended to take Vegas out for dinner on their way home. They would be far
enough away from the city and with Kinn taking Porsche to some charity auction today, he knew
they would be safe to eat out in public.

Pete was sitting on the couch waiting for the two brothers to be ready to leave. Vegas had been
walking around the apartment looking for something for the past five minutes.

“Pete, have you seen my keys?” Vegas called.

Pete could hear him pacing around the kitchen, the sounds of drawers and cupboards being opened
and closed, with increasingly more force as Vegas got more frustrated.

“Macau, have you hidden my keys?” he shouts.

“Shall we just take my car?” Pete suggests already getting up to retrieve his keys from where he
left them on the counter with his wallet.

As he picked them up, he noticed Vegas’ car keys under his wallet, he was about to shout over to
Vegas so he could cease his search but something more interesting caught his attention.

Pete’s keys looked a little unfamiliar. His usually plain key fob now had an attachment that he
didn’t recognise, but as he looked at Vegas' keys on the counter, there was a matching one on his
too.

He lifted both sets of keys to inspect the keyrings. They were adorable little matching wooden
hedgehogs. Pete stood there and admired them in silence until Vegas appeared beside him.

He hadn’t expected Vegas to buy a couple's item, it was something they hadn’t discussed before.
He didn’t think Vegas would be interested in something like that. Pete thought that he may be able
to convince him of a couple's ring in the future, since Vegas had quite a few rings that he wore
already, but that would have to wait until their relationship was public.

He didn’t expect a keyring like this, but the more he looked at it, the more he fell in love with it. It
was visible, but still discreet enough that it wouldn’t draw attention. It was perfect and just looking
at it made Pete feel all tingly.

Pete didn't give him a chance to say anything before he’d pulled Vegas in for a kiss the moment
that he appeared beside him. Vegas was surprised but quickly relaxed and pulled Pete closer by the
hips to deepen the kiss.

When they eventually pulled away, before it got too heated, Pete handed Vegas his keys.
Vegas looked at them in surprise, probably confused as to why he couldn’t find them in such an
obvious location.

“Is this what you bought at the market on our first date?” Pete asks, smiling at the keyring as he let
his fingers stroke over the bumpy texture of the quills.

“How did you know about that?!” Vegas’ eyes narrowed.

“Are you asking how I know about your super secret trip to the toilet?...” Pete raised a brow at him
“I was watching you the whole time, idiot” Pete said with a smirk.

Vegas huffed, but couldn’t contain his smile.

“That date was weeks ago, how come you decided to give this to me now?” Pete asked.

“I was-”

“He didn’t, he's been trying to give you that for weeks and I got tired of him being a pathetic little
bitch about it so…your welcome” Macau appeared next to them, suitcase in hand ready to leave, a
teasing smile plastered on his face.

Pete chuckled. He was going to miss Macau and his playful banter with Vegas.

“Pete, put your keys down. The little shit can walk back to university.” Vegas crossed his arms and
glared at his brother pettily.

Pete walked into Kinn’s office with his morning briefing ready to start the day like any other. The
day passed more or less uneventfully.

A couple of hours before Kinn was due to leave the office for the day, and Pete was due to go
home to a nice home cooked meal, Pete was called into Kinn’s office.

“Pete” Kinn smiles welcomingly. “I had dinner with Mr Zhou last night, we were informally
discussing the progress on the Shanghai deal.”

“Ah,” Pete was a little confused, he’d been unaware of this meeting, which was very peculiar since
he was the sole person responsible for Kinn’s schedule.

“Is there anything I should know? We are just putting the final touches to the documents and final
proposal presentation ready for Friday.”

“Yes, I hinted towards the percentages we're offering and the client didn’t seem too pleased...”

“I thought those were already agreed…” Pete murmured in confusion.

“I thought so too, but from the way he spoke last night it seems we might lose him if we keep the
margins as is. We need to cut down our combined cut by ten percent” he said decidedly

“Ten percent?...That’s quite a large amount” Pete scrunched up his brows in concentration as his
mind tried to rattle through the implications as fast as he could.

“It will hardly affect us.” Kinn shrugged nonchalantly. “Most of their larger subsidiaries already
have exclusivity contracts with us for the sale of their beauty products within Thailand. We’ll
recoup our international losses twice over there.” Kinn states.
“Just tell Vegas that we should both take an equal five percent reduction in our cuts of the
international profits and that we’ll make it back in the domestic sales. That should be enough to
convince him to lower his half of the percentage. This client is too high profile to risk losing over
such a small margin.”

“Should I reschedule the proposal presentation for next week?" Pete asks.

“No. Leave it for the day after tomorrow. I trust you and Vegas can get the documents finalized by
then” he smiles.

Pete was silent for a moment. His face was a practised mask of professionalism. If Kinn had no
intention of rescheduling the meeting, why in the actual fuck was he only just telling him about
this issue with 1 hour left of the workday when his discussion with the client happened last night?
Pete had to suppress an annoyed groan.

He understands that his boss is busy and that he has other things to manage, but he didn't know
why this wasn't brought up at their daily morning briefing. Did Kinn find joy in making Pete's job
harder?

“Okay Khun Kinn” Pete affirms with a polite nod as he leaves the room and returns to his desk to
relay the information to Vegas.

Since they lived together they could just discuss it at home.

Usually, they tried to avoid working at home if they could help it. This was partly to aid with
keeping up appearances. If Pete never contacted Vegas during office hours but all the work kept
getting done as if they had been in frequent communication, it would be suspicious, hence the need
for emails and official appointments.

Limiting discussing work at home also helped them keep a comfortable boundary between their
professional and personal lives. Although in this particular instance, because of Kinn’s impeccable
time management, it was unavoidable that they would be working all night.

The task that Pete had been given involved the kind of time sensitive news that needed to be
relayed immediately, but in person. A phone call would be the correct procedure to schedule an
urgent appointment. So Pete picked up the phone and dialled the number for Vegas’ office.

“Good afternoon, this is Vegas Theerapanyakul’s office, how can I help you today?” Preaw
answered the phone in her usually cheerful voice.

“Hi Preaw, could you put me through to Vegas please, it’s about the Shanghai deal” Pete replied.

“Of course Pete,” there was silence for a few seconds. “He’s just returning to his desk now, I’ll put
you through in a moment.”

“Thanks Preaw” he smiles. “...How’s the baby?” he asked. He hated the awkward phone silences
when people called Kinn’s office and he had to wait to redirect the call, so he had a habit of trying
to make polite small talk.

“Really well, we found out it’s a boy,” she said excitedly.

“Aww, congratulations,” he smiled.

“Thanks Pete, we should catch up properly soon, anyway Khun Vegas is back in his office, so I’ll
put you through now.”
“Thanks Preaw, have a nice day.”

“Hello” Vegas’ familiar husky tone filled his ear.

Pete looked up and watched as the door to Kinn’s office opened and Kinn walked towards the
coffee machine.

He was close enough that he would definitely be able to hear what Pete was saying, even over the
noise of the machine.

“Good afternoon Khun Vegas, I’m calling about the Shanghai deal”

“Oh hello Pete” Vegas responded cockily. Pete could just feel his smirk through the phone.

“We need to revise the proposal documents before the meeting on Friday. I will send over the
details via email. Would you be free tonight to meet to review these with me?”

“What could possibly need to be changed. We already finalized those documents” he could sense
the irritation in Vegas’ voice, but he knew it wasn’t directed towards him in particular.

“It’s regarding the profit margins, I will explain in detail later, but it seems we will need to work
overtime tonight to resolve this before the meeting with the client.”

Pete didn’t want to spend the night in Vegas’ office, but he knew that would realistically be the
only place appropriate to meet for this out of hours. With Kinn lurking behind him, he needed to
come up with an explanation that would allow them to work from the comfort of home without
being suspicious.

“I don’t think that it is appropriate for me to come to your house Khun Vegas. I could come to your
office instead…”

“Is Kinn there?” Vegas was always quick to catch on to things like this.

“Khun Vegas-” Pete feigns a protest.

“Are you having fun?” Vegas was smirking, Pete could hear it in his voice.

Pete sighs in defeat. “Very well Khun Vegas, please send me your address and I will be there after
work with the documents.”

Kinn takes his coffee and returns to his office, his expression unreadable.

“Such a good little actor aren't you?” Vegas teases.

“He’s gone now” Pete mumbled into the phone.

“Is it a serious problem we’re dealing with?”

Pete is silent for a moment. He knows very well the weight of this problem. However the strict
employment NDA and Pete’s professional ethics were forcing him to pretend the consequences of
the problem didn’t exist.

“It’s not serious in a business sense, but a pain since we’re going to have to rewrite a lot of stuff
tonight so it can get approved before the meeting on Friday.”

Vegas groaned. “Okay, I’ll see you later.”

“Okay, see you at home”

Pete hung up the phone and let the nervous breath he’d been holding, escape him.

When Pete parked his car in his usual spot under Vegas’ apartment building, he had to take a
moment to mentally prepare himself for what was to come before he went up there.

Vegas was an expert at reading him in every way. Pete needed to remain professional about this
and not let on to the fact that he had anything to hide. Kinn had a hidden agenda, he didn’t say as
such, but it was obvious what he was trying to do with these sudden revisions so close to the
meeting.

His heart was screaming at him to let Vegas know subtly some way so he could confront Kinn
himself. However, logically Pete knew there was no other way to do so aside from negligence or
blatant breach of his employment contract by disclosing confidential information.

Pete was serious about his job, but for the first time, he resented it.

He wanted to help Vegas, but he knew that if Vegas came to know of how Kinn was fucking his
company over, the only explanation would be because he found out from Pete in some capacity.

Pete silences his inner turmoil and walks into their home ready for what was to come. It was
technically still Vegas’ apartment but when Pete thought of home now, that was the place that
came to mind instead of his own apartment that he’d not returned to in weeks.

Pete tries to put on a relaxed but serious face as he relays the information about the changes to
Vegas. He needed to be serious enough since this was technically a business meeting, but relaxed
enough that Vegas wouldn't think he was hiding something.

Vegas groaned once he had all the information relevant to him. “OK, I’ll go through our side
tonight and run the numbers with the data I have from our finance team, is your side done?” he
asks.

“Yes, our side was just a simple contract change, Kinn must have just agreed with the client over
dinner without consulting me about it, he didn’t ask anyone to run the numbers or anything”

“Frivolous bastard, he was probably waiting to get home to Porsche so just agreed to anything
without considering all the consequences” Vegas said bitterly.

“Sorry,” Pete said apologetically. He was truly sorry, just not in the way that he was leading Vegas
to believe.

“It’s not your fault” Vegas smiles, squeezing Pete’s shoulder as he sits down and spreads the stack
of papers over the coffee table to commence his long evening.

While Vegas was busy, Pete ordered food for them both, since he wasn’t about to add 'burning
down their kitchen' to Vegas’ list of problems by attempting to cook when his mind was
preoccupied with overwhelming guilt.

Vegas had been quietly concentrating on his stack of papers for a couple of hours when he
eventually spoke up.

“Kinn is right, we’d make it back in domestic sales,” he announced with a satisfied nod.
Pete looked over the list of companies on the list Vegas gave him. The top three largest
contributors to his profit calculations all had exclusivity contracts in place with Kinn’s company
for domestic distribution. Only malls part of Kinn’s group would be allowed to open stores and sell
those products. Vegas’ company wouldn’t get any of that money. Pete of course couldn’t tell him
that though.

Unbeknownst to him, this deal was largely detrimental to Vegas. He wouldn’t lose money, but he'd
only just about break even. Kinn however, despite the 5% profit reduction, would make double in
Thailand sales in the beauty industry alone. Kinn was obviously well aware of this fact which is
probably why he suggested the idea under the guise of equality. He wanted to essentially cut Vegas
out of the deal but still keep his company's name on the contracts to appease the client.

Pete desperately wanted to cave and hint towards something that would get Vegas digging deeper,
but he couldn’t. Fucking reasons. Instead he had to sit and watch Vegas trawl through pages and
pages of documents, every so often bringing him over a hot drink or a snack as he diligently revised
the contracts.

Pete felt terrible but he couldn’t let it show on his face. Vegas was too stressed by his pile of
documents to notice Pete’s apprehensive smile. Pete felt the guilt eating away at his insides and as
he looked at Vegas working hard, oblivious to the fires that would eventually consume him once
Kinn would undoubtedly flaunt the exclusivity contracts in front of him once the deal had gone
through. He knew Kinn well enough that he would revel in gloating about it, and for the first time
since he started working for Kinn all those years ago, Pete truly hated his job.

They got the documents amended and internally approved by the relevant departments in time for
Friday's meeting. It had been two days of frantic work and little sleep. Vegas was mentally drained,
but Kinn was looking relaxed and well rested, which annoyed Vegas.

Thankfully it was Kinn who was due to give the presentation. Vegas would usually argue his piece
for why he should be the one presenting, but at this point he just wanted to get this over and done
with. He had to agree that presenting a united front would send the right message.

On this occasion, since Kinn had done barely anything towards preparing for this deal, he was
happy to let him take the lead since he already had a good relationship with the client and it was
about time he did his own fucking work instead of dumping it on Pete.

Vegas sat quietly for the duration of the meeting, always fighting the urge to just turn to look at
Pete to calm his mind whenever he'd had enough of his cousin's annoying voice.

The meeting was long but Kinn was outlining the proposal with a good amount of passion and
detail. The client seemed happy with what he was saying. Pete was good at reading people and he
couldn’t see any signs of concern in the client's face as Kinn discussed the key points.

Pete was starting to relax until they got to the first amended slide. He blinked a few times in
disbelief as he realised that the presentation had all the old figures.

Slightly panicked, he quickly checked his copy of the documents that Kinn was due to hand over
any minute and was alarmed to find that they were also the original ones.

Had Pete given him the wrong ones?

Vegas looked over to look at Pete with an equally confused expression. As they both looked at
Kinn however, he seemed unfazed despite pointing directly at the wrong figures on the
presentation slide.

“You’ll see all the figures are as we discussed, please let us know if there are any questions” he
smiled at the client, sliding a file over the desk towards him. Mr Zhou briefly skimmed over the
file before setting it down.

“We’ll read this and pass it over to our legal team, if all is fine I’ll get them signed and delivered
next week” he smiles in satisfaction.

Pete was confused and despite Vegas’ attempt to hide his own confusion, Pete could see the
questions forming behind his eyes.

“Thank you Khun Kinn, Khun Vegas, I look forward to working with you” he nods as he stands up
and leaves the room, his assistant scooping up the files and following after him.

Kinn looks at his phone and smiles, “Pete, I’m meeting Porsche for the afternoon, you can go
home early, good work today” he says dismissively as he wanders out of the room, leaving all of
Pete’s questions brewing.

“Why did he use the old figures?” Pete mumbled to himself once they were alone.

Vegas shrugs it off, “It happens more often than you’d think, I guess Kinn managed to privately
convince him to keep the old margins, he’ll probably lord this over me at the next family dinner”
Vegas groans as he rolls his eyes.

Obviously Pete was really happy that this had happened since it meant they weren’t fucking
Vegas’ company over. That didn’t change the fact that he was really confused about it all though.

What was the point in reworking the contracts if the client and Kinn were still in informal
negotiations?

Why hadn’t Kinn told Pete about it?

Unless it wasn’t certain. The changes must have been a backup. Get Vegas ready with new
contracts to speed up the process if Kinn couldn’t manage to convince Mr Zhou in time. Yes, that
must be it.

Still….Pete knew he should have been told something like this was going on behind the scenes. He
didn’t understand why Kinn would keep that information from him when he was the one
overseeing the proposal on Kinn’s behalf.

He was certain that Kinn had wanted to fuck Vegas over with the percentages.

Did he change his mind? Or did he rethink it and decide he didn’t want to lose his own percentage.
Profit is profit at the end of the day, maybe Kinn didn’t want to give up on his extra 5% of
international profit shares after all.

Pete looked at Vegas. He seemed a lot more relaxed now and Pete couldn’t help but smile, his
apprehension around the whole situation disappearing as he took in his boyfriend’s pleased
expression. It was only then that Pete noticed Vegas’ eyes hungrily trailing his body.

“I’ll come home early tonight, I want you naked and ready for me” he whispers darkly in his ear.
 Pete shivered, but tried desperately to keep his composure. He didn’t want anyone watching them
through the window to see how Vegas affected him. Although the other, hornier and considerably
less logical, part of him couldn’t wait for this evening, which would undoubtedly involve Vegas
taking out his frustrations towards their pointless overtime on Pete’s body in celebration of the
good news.

Chapter End Notes

Thanks for all the support on the last chapter, it was a bit surreal. I posted that update,
disappeared off to a concert for a few hours then when I got back to the hotel suddenly
there were 18 comments in my inbox, and I became the embodiment of the surprised
Pikachu meme :)
I loved reading all your comments so thanks everyone.

Variety of things coming next chapter so look forward to it :)

To hell and back again will be updated at some point this week too <3
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When Vegas told Pete to be naked and waiting for him at home, Pete’s mind could think of
nothing else for the rest of the day.

He finished his duties at the office in record speed and then immediately raced home. As he looked
at his watch, he only had a couple of hours until Vegas would probably be home, unless of course
he said fuck it to any remaining work and just came home early anyway.

Regardless of how long he had to wait, it was too long. How was he meant to wait when the
promise of an unforgettable night was looming over him?

He showered quickly, but still made sure to clean himself completely in preparation of whatever
was to come. He put on a robe and tried to sit patiently and wait for Vegas' return, although he was
struggling to find a comfortable place to sit idly.

He needed something to do but he hated the idea of not being ready when he walked through the
door. An idea formed in his head and he quickly went back into their sex room and pulled out his
favourite plug, smiling to himself mischievously. Vegas had told him to be ready after all.

He took his robe off, and left it folded neatly in the bathroom. Then he efficiently prepared himself
so that he could slide the plug in. He took his place on the floor, kneeling just inside the door to the
sex room. Waiting anxiously, his cock was already semi-hard just thinking about the moment
Vegas finally walked through the open door.

After what felt like an eternity, he heard the front door open and shoes being violently kicked off.
Painfully slow paces followed as he heard him move through the apartment, gradually approaching
him.

Pete bit his lip, heart hammering in his chest as the footsteps drew closer.

As Vegas comes into view through the open door, Pete’s eyes lock on him. Vegas was composed
and calm, his face not faltering upon seeing Pete’s position, on the floor in front of him, hungrily
looking up at him as if he hadn’t been fed in days.

He paced forwards until he’s stood in the doorway, looking over Pete's form with a dark look of
lust in his eye.

“Hands and knees,” Vegas commands. Pete leans forwards, immediately falling into position.

“On the rug,” he nods his head into the room.

Pete obediently crawls towards the rug in the centre of the room. It was soft against his knees as he
crawled over it and got into position.

He hears Vegas pacing around behind him, undoubtedly selecting his weapon of choice.

When he feels the familiar presence behind him, he holds his breath in anticipation. He flinched in
surprise when he first feels the gentle touch of soft leather against his balls. As Vegas teasingly
trails the instrument higher over his hole, Pete realises he’d settled on the riding crop in the end.
His breathing faltered as he waited for the inevitable hit to land, but Vegas was taking his sweet
time poking his most sensitive areas.

“What’s this pet?” Vegas asks as he pokes the plug that was nestled between his cheeks with the
end of the crop, applying pressure to push it inside him slightly more.

“You said to be ready for you,” Pete smirked, wiggling his ass temptingly.

“Such a naughty little pet” Vegas growls.

Finally the first hit came, landing over the supple flesh of his left cheek. His body stumbled
forward in surprise, but he quickly caught himself and returned to his position.

When the next hit came down on his right cheek, he stayed still, a low sound forming in the back
of his throat, a mixture of a wince and a moan.

Pete’s cock was hard. He’d been nursing a semi all afternoon, but without even glancing down, he
knew he was rock hard and leaking onto the soft rug beneath him.

The rug was new after he’d complained that the hard floor was irritating on his knees when he was
there for long periods. Pete could see his nice new rug being ruined with various bodily fluids by
the time they were done, but with Vegas whipping his ass, making it burn deliciously, he couldn't
bring himself to care.

The hits varied, never hitting the same place twice in succession. Pete lost count, but from the burn
across his ass and the backs of his thighs, he knew his skin would be red and raw, just the way
Vegas liked it.

When Pete’s arms were close to giving up, the hits stopped. A gentle hand squeezed his cheeks,
causing him to whimper at the sensitivity.

“Good boy” a deep whisper came from behind him, igniting a new fire of desperation in his gut.

The hands left his ass and Vegas walked in front of him, but instead of looking at him, he brushed
past him and paced leisurely over to the armchair in the corner of the room.

It wasn’t until he was sat down and comfortable that he acknowledged Pete's presence in front of
him. Soon a finger was beckoning him over.

Pete eagerly crawled towards him, immediately stumbling, which elicited a laugh from Vegas.
Once he managed to get his tortured legs to obey him, he crawled over and knelt between Vegas’
spread legs.

Vegas’ hand tousled his hair and Pete’s head naturally nuzzled into his touch, seeking out any
contact he could get while he patiently awaited his next order.

The touch disappeared much too quickly, which left Pete kneeling on the floor, looking up at
Vegas with a pleading pout on his lips.

“Get me ready for you” he nodded towards his crotch. Despite his nonchalant attitude, Pete could
tell there was very little he actually needed to do to get him ready. His erection was already visibly
straining against his trousers.

Hastily, Pete’s fingers unzipped his trousers to try and free his cock. Vegas made no effort to move
to make it easier for him. Instead just rested his head in his hand, elbow propped up on the arm of
the chair to casually observe Pete’s wrestling match with his pants with a look of amusement.

Pete eventually managed to get his trousers out of the way enough to free him from his underwear.
Once his cock was finally in front of him, Pete wasted no more time greedily sucking it into his
mouth.

Tingles surged through his whole body as he felt Vegas’ hands thread through his hair, pulling just
hard enough to put pressure on his scalp but not enough to control his movements.

Pete relaxed his throat to let Vegas slide deeper into his mouth. He glanced up at him with a
pleading look, desperation in his eyes as he silently begged Vegas to take what he wanted.

Vegas smirked down at him in satisfaction, tightening his grip on him as he starts yanking his head
up and down aggressively. Pete focused on keeping his throat relaxed and his teeth out of the way
as Vegas thrusted his head at impressive speed.

Pete was a drooling mess, there were tears in his eyes, which he didn't like because they obscured
his view of Vegas looking down at him.

No matter how casually Vegas was trying to act, Pete knew he was close, and Pete wanted nothing
more than for him to sheath himself in his mouth, choke him on his cock and watch as Pete
swallowed everything he had like the good boy he was.

Although, much to Pete’s disappointment, Vegas roughly pulled Pete off him and pushed his head
away dismissively before he could fall over the edge. Pete stumbled back, being knocked off
balance by the sudden shove. He sat on the floor, gazing up at Vegas longingly.

Vegas stood up from the chair and brushed past Pete, ignoring him as he went to the dresser. Pete
stayed where he was, watching Vegas out of the corner of his eye.

He carefully removed his clothes, taking his time to fold his clothes and place them neatly on top
of the dresser. He was in no rush, taking everything deliberately, painfully, slowly as Pete could
only watch from where he sat a dishevelled mess on the floor.

Pete couldn’t contain the smile that formed on his face when Vegas finally looked at him again.

“Bed. Now” was all he said.

Pete crawled over to the bed, knowing better than to stand up. With how sore his ass and knees
were, he didn’t think he’d be able to walk properly even if he wanted to. He ignored the stinging
ache in his thighs and crawled forward, nothing was going to stop him getting fucked within an
inch of his life, he would army crawl his way to that bed if he had to.

Pete managed to climb onto the bed and knelt comfortably in the middle.

“Sit.”

Pete winced as he sat down on the soft sheets, his sore ass pressing painfully against the mattress,
making him feel the earlier hits all over again. The pain was starting to numb now, becoming more
of a subtle ache than a sharp sting. Pete liked it. Even when Vegas wasn’t touching him, he could
feel him, feel everything he’d done to him. The sore red marks would serve as a reminder
tomorrow. He was glad it was Friday, there was no way he'd be able to inconspicuously sit in an
chair all day tomorrow.

As he sat, he struggled to find a comfortable position with the plug and his sensitive cheeks. He
ended up sitting with his legs crossed in the middle of the bed, hands held behind his back on
instinct.

Vegas smiled as he approached the bed, he climbed to kneel in front of Pete. Completely naked,
his body gloriously displayed, it made Pete’s mouth water.

He looked up at the figure towering over him and let out a surprised grunt when Vegas roughly
pushed his chest, making him fall back against the mattress.

Vegas grabbed his legs and pulled them apart, moving forward to kneel between them. He kept
moving forwards until Pete’s hips were hoisted into the air to rest his legs over Vegas’ shoulders.

Only Pete’s head, shoulders and arms remained on the bed, Vegas was holding the rest of him aloft
like a rag doll. One arm around his stomach to hold him in place, and resting most of his weight
against Vegas’ chest as his free hand came to fiddle with the plug still adorning his ass.

Pete could feel Vegas’ cock against his back, the remains of his own drool and Vegas’ precum
dripping onto him.

Vegas pulled the plug from Pete’s ass and he found himself clenching around nothing, desperate to
finally be filled again, preferably by the appendage that was currently pushing against his spine.

Pete mewled when he felt Vegas’ hot breath on his thighs. His tongue darting out to lick around his
hole briefly before pulling away much too soon. Instead, he licks his fingers and quickly pushes
them into him. From the casual motions it was clear he was checking Pete’s earlier preparation. It
wasn’t long before he brought them out almost as quickly as they went in.

“Good boy” he muttered in satisfaction. The words made Pete feel warm inside.

He dropped Pete’s body back on the bed, a disgruntled groan escaping him as his ass hit the
sheets.

Vegas leaves him there briefly as he grabs lube he’d tossed on the bed earlier and squirts some into
his hand. He pumps his length a few times, coating it generously. Pete could only watch, biting his
lip in anticipation of him finally pushing in.

Vegas re-positioned himself to kneel between Pete’s legs, raising Pete’s legs into the air once
more. This time instead of putting them over his shoulders, he gripped the backs of his thighs,
thankfully avoiding the areas which now resembled a tomato.

Pete could only watch from below as Vegas proceeded to try and snap his body in half. He kept
shuffling his body towards Pete, pushing Pete’s knees towards the headboard as if he was trying to
roll him upside down. Pete’s knees were almost touching his head as Vegas leaned down on him,
pressing his body into the mattress. Vegas’ weight on top of him combined with his hard cock that
he could feel poking at his ass, had Pete desperately looking up at him through his legs.

Vegas draped his own body over his thighs. Pete let out a surprised scream as he felt Vegas’ chest
press flush against his sensitive thighs. He was now pinned in place by Vegas’ body weight. He
had no hope of moving unless Vegas pulled back.

Additionally, he was certain that his back would be another thing on his list of body parts that
ached tomorrow morning. But Vegas towering over him, looking at him with such carnal lust as
Pete’s precum cum dripped onto his own chest, made it worth the impending discomfort.

Vegas’ face was so close to his, taking in every minute facial expression as his hand reached to line
cock up with Pete’s hole. He pushed in with one smooth motion.

Vegas barely gave him the time to adjust before he started setting a brutal pace. Skin slapping and
laboured moans were the only sounds that could be heard. Pete was already out of it, on the verge
of cumming from only the first few thrusts, he didn’t think he’d be able to hold out until Vegas
caught up with him.

Matters were only made worse when he felt the grip on his neck. Vegas had somehow snuck his
arms around and under Pete’s legs, to wrap his fingers around his throat.

His eyes snapped open, not even realising when he’d shut them since he’d been so focused on not
cumming. As Vegas’ dark sadistic grin looked down at him, the pressure on his throat increased.

Pete gasped for breath, trying to regulate his breathing. The hold tightening as Vegas looked down
at him meticulously.

Just when Pete was getting close to passing out, Vegas released the pressure slightly, allowing Pete
a few precious moments of oxygen before it became tighter once again.

Pete couldn’t focus on anything in particular, it was all too much. Vegas’ cock pounding into him,
the grip on his neck that was surely going to be beautifully bruised tomorrow, Vegas lust filled
eyes looking at him like he was the most perfect pet in the universe, it was all too much.

Pete tried to speak through the vice like grip on his throat. He needed to cum. His cock was
twitching, ready to explode.

“Plea-" he choked out, voice almost non-existent.

Thankfully Vegas knew what he wanted to say so responded with a proud smile, “cum pet, cum all
over yourself for me.”

Pete lets go, relief flooding him as the sensations overwhelmed him.

At some point during Pete’s orgasm, Vegas had pulled out and released the grip on his throat. Pete
watched as Vegas pumped his cock a few times until he came over Pete’s chest and face, their cum
mixing together on Pete’s utterly wrecked body.

Pete didn’t care, he was blissed out, mind hazy, the tempting call of darkness reaching out to him.

The last thing he heard before he surrenders to the abyss, was an affectionate “good boy”

After Pete passed out, Vegas untangled their bodies and laid him gently on the bed.

Grabbing a wet towel from the bathroom, he sets about carefully cleaning him up. He debates
getting him into the bath, but that's never easy when he's unconscious. If Pete wanted to sleep then
so be it. They could always have slow shower sex when they woke up to wash properly tomorrow.

Vegas carefully cleaned the mixture of sweat, lube and cum from Pete’s body. Gently lifting and
lowering each of his limbs so that he could wash him without waking him up.

Once he was clean, Vegas rolled him onto his chest and got some ointment for the dresser. He
carefully inspected the skin for any open wounds, but he was pleased to see that there were only
the bright red irritation marks that he’d intended and no surprise cuts or welts that needed tending
to.

Delicately, he started massaging the ointment into his ass and thighs where he’d struck him earlier.
He kept his touch light but firm as he made sure he’d covered all the tormented skin.

Pete mumbled in his sleep throughout Vegas touching him, but it wasn’t coherent enough for
Vegas to be able to make out what he was saying. It didn’t sound like he was in pain though, just a
little sensitive. So Vegas continued carefully tending to his irritated skin, keeping a close eye on
Pete as his exhausted body floated in and out of consciousness.

Once he got him settled in bed, he knew Pete would fall into a deep sleep. Neither of them had
slept much over the past couple of days, so he wasn’t surprised that Pete was so tired. Vegas too
wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with Pete and hibernate for the weekend.

Once he was satisfied that he’d applied enough ointment, he quickly wiped his hands on the towel
and went to prepare Pete some food to eat. He doubted Pete had eaten since lunchtime and it didn’t
look like he was going to be awake for dinner.

He left the door to the sex room open as he quickly went to the kitchen to prepare a simple meal.

While he waited for the porridge to cook, he tidied up the room, cleaning the toys they’d used and
putting them away. He didn’t want to stray too far from Pete. Not wanting him to be alone if he
woke up prematurely.

When the porridge was done, Vegas gently shakes Pete’s shoulder to try and wake him.

“Pete, I need you to eat something for me.”

“Tired” Pete mumbles into the sheets.

“I know, but you haven't had dinner…” he coaxes gently.

“Tired,” He mutters.

“Please just eat the porridge, then you can go to sleep for as long as you want, okay?” he offers
softly.

“Fine” Pete pouts, propping himself on his elbows but making no effort to eat until Vegas picks up
the spoon and feeds it to him.

“Good boy” Vegas smiles affectionately as Pete swallows the first mouthful.

Pete smiles blissfully to himself.

Pete ate everything Vegas offered to him, until the bowl was clean. By the time Vegas had put the
bowl down on the side and turned back to Pete, Pete had collapsed on the bed again, eyes firmly
shut and breathing steadily.

He wasn’t going to let Pete sleep here so he lifted him carefully into his arms. Vegas’ own muscles
were exhausted from their activities but he manages to carry Pete out of the sex room and into their
bedroom. He lays him down on the bed, rolling him onto his chest before climbing in beside him
and pulling the covers over the both of them. He’ll finish cleaning up the room tomorrow, for now
he just wanted to lie beside his perfect boyfriend.

-
The first thing Pete noticed when he woke up, was that his ass hurt. The memories of last night
came flooding back and he smiled to himself. He was lying on his back, he wanted to roll over to
take the pressure off his ass, but he couldn't. Vegas was cuddling into his side, holding his arm
tightly and Pete just didn’t have the heart to wake him to change positions.

So instead Pete let himself bask in the soreness that he hadn’t felt in a while as he looked upon the
sleeping face of his beautiful boyfriend.

It was rare that Pete woke up before Vegas, especially after a night of being thoroughly fucked.

However, this time Pete suspected his insomnia was due to the tendrils of guilt that still swarmed
in his heart. It was still dark outside and Pete guessed it was the early hours of the morning. As he
looked at Vegas peacefully sleeping next to him, his soft breaths tickling the skin of Pete’s
shoulder as he cuddled into his side, he smiled.

Vegas looked so carefree, the stresses of work had been washed away leaving him calm and
relaxed. Pete wanted to see Vegas like this all the time. He gently brought the arm that wasn’t
locked in a tight embrace, up to carefully brush the hair from Vegas’ face.

Now that he’d come down from their session and his mind was clear, his unresolved feelings about
everything that had happened over the past few days, started to settle in again.

He’d been given a reprieve when Vegas came home and fucked him into oblivion, there had been
no room for other thoughts. He could rely on Vegas to occupy the entirety of his body and soul
when they had sex, so Pete had managed to let go of everything that was plaguing him, albeit
temporarily.

Now though…Now as he looked at the beautifully innocent looking man next to him, still
blissfully unaware about how Pete almost knowingly betrayed him, his heart became heavy.

From the moment Kinn told Pete about the contract changes, Pete had been trapped in a spiraling
feeling of guilt. It only got worse with each passing minute.

It worked out okay in the end, Vegas got a fair deal, but that didn’t change the fact that Pete never
said anything, he was just going to sit back and let it happen. Everything was only okay due to
Kinn either changing his mind, or talking to the client, or whatever the fuck he did to fix it. Pete
did nothing. Pete was just going to let it happen despite the impact on Vegas and his colleagues'
hard work.

He detested this feeling. He felt useless, powerless. He was hurting Vegas in a such a way that he
didn’t even know about it, and that made it all the worse.

By some miracle he managed to escape unscathed this time, but what was next? How would he
have to silently fuck him over next time?

He can’t. He can’t do this again. He won't do this again.

Betraying Vegas was something he couldn’t handle, the lasting effects made him feel like he was
stranded out at sea, treading water, desperately trying to stay afloat. But he was tiring, and if this
went on for much longer, he’d inevitably drown.

He knew if Vegas ever came to know about what Pete had almost done by withholding the
information, that he wouldn’t hold it against him. Reasons existed for a reason after all. Neither of
them were in any doubt of where they stood professionally. He knew he’d done everything
according to his professional obligations and that Vegas, while he wouldn’t like his decision,
would still respect and not hold a grudge against him for it.

But dammit. Vegas deserved better than this.

He deserved better than someone he couldn’t even take out to dinner without explicitly checking
his cousin's schedule.

He deserved better than someone who just idly sits by while he gets fucked over.

He deserved better than Pete.

Despite knowing this to be the painful truth, Pete had no intention of giving Vegas up. For the first
time in his life was going to be selfish.

Vegas was his. He was Vegas’, and unless Vegas tossed him away, then he wasn’t going
anywhere.

As he continued to look at the man sleeping peacefully beside him without a care in the world,
Pete just knew.

Vegas is his home. He loves him, in a way he never thought it was possible to love someone else.
He would do whatever it took to protect him and never put him in danger again, even if it meant
sacrificing himself in the process.

Pete just wished he hadn’t had to go through the suffocating guilt of almost betraying him to realise
that.

Vegas was sitting in his office, bored out of his mind, glaring out of the window. Counting down
the hours before he could leave, go home and cook the new recipe he’d found that he was sure
Pete would love.

He should probably be doing something productive, but as he looked at the pile of files on his desk
that needed approving, the thought of opening them was just painful. He’d much rather think about
Pete, the files could wait until tomorrow.

In his head he was trying to come up with a new date idea. Somewhere new, but private. What he
really wanted was to take Pete abroad for a week. But, he knew Pete wouldn’t get the time off, and
even if he did, there would be a whole heap of other problems. If Pete went on holiday and left the
country at the same time as Vegas, they might as well paint a massive red ‘boyfriend’ sign in the
sky for all to see.

A weekend away was the most he would realistically get for now. He thought about taking Pete
back to his hometown. He knew he didn’t get to visit there very often, and that he missed his
grandmother, but Vegas didn’t know how to suggest that in a way that didn’t sound like he was
trying to get Pete to introduce him to his family.

He’d have to wait to be invited before he could plan a trip there. So instead his mind was thinking
through other destinations for a romantic getaway. Maybe the beach, or a hike in the mountains.
Just anything outside of the familiar apartment that had been the destination of so many of their
previous dates.

His thoughts were cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. He took it out of his pocket and stared
at the screen with contempt.
Kinn. Fucking fantastic. What did this bastard want?

“What?” Vegas answers, voice full of agitation.

He heard nothing in response. For fuck sake. Vegas turned up the volume and looked at his phone
in confusion. “What do you want Kinn?” he said a bit louder, but equally annoyed.

“Pete, I need you to tell me what’s going on with Vegas…” Kinn finally spoke, his voice sounded a
bit far away, but was still clear enough for Vegas to hear what was being said reasonably well.

“What do you mean Khun Kinn?” Pete sounded nervous.

Shit. Fuck. Shit.

“I want you to be honest with me Pete”

“...”

“What is happening with you and Vegas?” Kinn demanded, voice becoming angry.

There was silence for a few seconds, long enough for Vegas to wonder if he’d accidentally hung up
the call, before a quiet, “we’re dating,” was muttered by Pete.

Vegas’ heart stopped. Was Pete really coming clean?

“How long?” Kinn asked coldly.

Pete didn’t say anything, or if he did Vegas couldn’t hear his words. It made him anxious, he
needed to know what was happening. Is Pete okay? Does he look upset?

“How long have you been betraying the company Pete?” Kinn asked, louder and more aggressively
this time. Vegas wanted to storm over there and cuss him out for shouting at Pete. What right did
he have to talk to him like that?

“We’ve been seeing each other for a few months now. I’m sure Porsche told you about the
mystery man I met a while ago… It was him all along,” Pete explains calmly, but Vegas could
hear the apprehension in his tone.

“The first time we met, I had no idea it was him since we had masks on. But when I found out who
he was, I kept meeting him. It wasn’t meant to go this far, it just happened…” he trailed off.

Pete keeps frantically rambling “Although I swear I haven’t done anything to betray the interests of
the company Khun Kinn, I haven't told him anything that I shouldn't have, even with the exclusi-”

“Do you like working for me Pete?” Kinn cuts off whatever Pete was going to say.

“Yes Khun Kinn” Pete answers.

“Do you want to keep working here?”

Vegas doesn’t hear Pete’s response, although he could imagine Pete nodding his head, his fluffy
hair bobbing affirmatively.

“Well, you have a choice to make Pete, you stop seeing him or you’re fired. I can’t have my people
cosying up to the enemy.” Kinn stated, he sounded flippant as if he already knew the answer.
 Vegas knew Kinn couldn’t actually fire Pete for this, but he didn’t have to. If Pete didn’t reject
Vegas, the breakdown in trust between Pete and Kinn would be enough to make their working
relationship awkward. Trust is important between a CEO and his assistant. If he wanted to, Kinn
could drive Pete out of the company using the newfound uncomfortableness of their work
environment, especially if other people in the company came to know of his relationship with
Vegas. Rumours and gossip would be enough to pressure him into resigning, Kinn didn't have to
actually fire him to achieve the desired outcome.

When Pete doesn’t say anything, Kinn continues “I’m giving you the choice because you’ve served
me well over the years. I’m willing to overlook your lapse in judgement, but this is the only time
I'll be this forgiving,” he warned.

“Khun Kinn I-“

The line went dead.

That fucking bastard.

Vegas knew Kinn only phoned him to antagonise him, but it didn't do anything to settle the rage
boiling in his chest at the whole situation.

Pete would choose his job. He’d worked so hard to get to where he is today. Working diligently
under Kinn for years, whereas Vegas’ existence in his life was just a mere few months. There was
absolutely no way that he would throw away everything for him. Kinn knew this just as well as
Vegas did, which meant that this phone call’s only purpose was so that Vegas knew exactly what
happened in Kinn’s office today.

His asshole of a cousin wanted to ensure that Vegas was painfully aware of the fact that when Pete
inevitably broke things off later, no matter what excuse he gave, it was because he chose Kinn over
him.

Chapter End Notes

Tehe <3

Before we all sharpen our pitchforks. Fear not, Porsche is waiting in the wings, ready
to reprimand Kinn for his idiotic life choices :)

End Notes

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