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Vegas watches the gentle rise and fall of Pete’s chest where he’s sprawled out next to him on the bed. The sheets lay bunched enticingly around his waist and Vegas can’t help but ghost his bare hand down the long lines of Pete’s back. He’d thought that maybe once he’d had his pet he could let go of this ever growing need to possess and consume. It seems to only have added fuel to his desire though. He wants to have him again and again in every way he can.
It’s a testament to how exhausted Pete must be because he doesn’t rouse when Vegas’ hand slips under the sheets to caress the curve of his ass. His middle finger dips between his cheeks to feel where Pete is still wet and loose from their activities the night before. He lets his finger dip inside, watching Pete closely for any sign of waking. When Pete’s breaths remain steady, he gently pulls out and pushes back in with two fingers. They move lazily inside Pete’s lax body, Vegas taking the time to enjoy the simple feel of Pete around him.
He’s never felt this way before, never experienced the all consuming need he feels for Pete. To own him, possess all of his pleasure and pain. It’s intoxicating to watch when Pete gives in to his own desires. He meets Vegas in a way no one has before. He’s perfect. Vegas decides he can no longer wait to feel Pete wrapped around his cock again. Gently removing his fingers, he pulls down the sheets and settles lightly over Pete’s still form. His cock rests in the valley of Pete’s ass and he grinds against him once with a stifled groan. It’s almost too easy to slide into Pete’s welcoming body. The heat of him still overwhelms Vegas and he can’t stop himself from thrusting in completely in one slow stroke.
Pete’s breath hitches but he doesn’t stir as Vegas begins to rock gently back and forth inside him. With a soft whimper, Pete cants his hips backwards to meet the movement, being open with his pleasure in a way he doesn’t allow himself while awake. His breathing goes shallow as Pete grinds himself into the bed with small, instinctual thrusts. Vegas knows the exact moment Pete becomes fully awake because he instantly goes very, very still. Pete’s breath shudders once before he’s trying to scramble away from Vegas.
“Ah ah, shhh, none of that.” Vegas shifts his weight up and places his hand on the back of Pete’s neck, forcing him down to the bed as he continues to move leisurely inside him. Pete is panting and his body has gone rigid. Vegas can practically taste the heady mixture of confusion, anger, and arousal radiating from the man under him.
Vegas leans down and licks a hot stripe up the side of Pete’s neck before murmuring softly at his ear. “I couldn’t help myself, pet. You looked so good laying here in my bed. So soft and pliant. I think you were enjoying it too, before all your pesky thoughts got in the way.”
Pete shakes his head quickly in denial but Vegas can see the flush high on his cheeks, how he struggles to hold himself still when he so obviously wants the pleasure it brings. “No?” Vegas questions with a sudden sharp thrust that pulls an unwilling gasp from Pete’s mouth.
Vegas starts moving again, slowly, rhythmically. He angles himself so that every thrust is brushing over Pete’s prostate until his pet is writhing under his touch once more. Pete’s hips are rocking in time to the stroke of his cock, the movements becoming more desperate. That’s when Vegas abruptly stops. Pete sucks in a hissed breath through his teeth, his body twitching at the aborted orgasm, but otherwise remains quiet.
So stubborn, his pet. Vegas waits a beat, then slowly begins to move again. He lets the energy build higher and higher, rocking in and out until Pete’s body is just on the edge of release once more. Then stops. Pete lets out a high, frustrated whine. “Something you want, Pete?” Vegas can feel Pete squirm as his body clenches and releases around Vegas’ cock but still does not speak. "No? Huh. Guess I was wrong." Vegas begins to pull away when his thigh is grabbed in a bruising grip.
Pete takes a deep breath and distinctly doesn’t look at Vegas when he mutters, “just fuck me already.”
Vegas watches the flush on Pete’s cheeks darken and can’t help the triumphant smirk that overtakes him. While still inside him, Vegas reaches down to grip Pete’s hips with both hands and heaves him up until Pete gets his knees under him. Pulling back until just the tip of his cock is inside Pete, Vegas then snaps his hips forward in a single, brutal thrust. Being wrapped in the tight heat is intoxicating and Vegas doesn’t know why he ever waited so long to have his pet like this.
His pet fights so hard against his own desires, yet is deliciously responsive under him. Pete’s overly sensitive body is wound tight like he’s balancing on a knife edge of pleasure, but Vegas isn’t ready for this to end just yet. He drags himself out before slowly pushing back in, allowing himself to simply relish the feeling. Bit by bit, the tension in Pete’s body releases and he begins to gently sway in time with Vegas’ movements. Every thrust has Pete panting out small puffs of air as his hips rock back to meet him.
Going so long denying himself the touch of another person has Vegas greedy for everything he can get from Pete. He runs a hand up Pete’s side then leans forward to wrap it around the front of his throat. Rather than tighten his grip, he pulls until Pete’s back is bowed beautifully. Like this, he can feel Pete’s every swallow and moan under his fingers.
Vegas uses his grip at Pete’s hip and neck to push roughly into him, increasing the pace and force of his thrusts. Pete’s body is fluttering around his cock and Vegas isn’t sure how much longer he can keep this up. He’s just about to remove the hand from Pete’s neck in order to reach down and stroke his pet’s cock when he feels Pete clench down tightly around him and spill onto the sheets.
Completely enthralled, Vegas’ hips stutter forward twice more before his own orgasm washes over him. He lowers his hand from Pete’s neck to wrap it across his chest as he eases their bodies to lay on their sides. They lay there panting softly, Pete’s back held flush against his chest as their heart rates slow.
Once his breathing has evened out, Pete immediately tries to push out of Vegas’ arms. Vegas tightens his grip around Pete, not letting him move away. “Shh, just let me hold you for a while. You can go back to hating me when I get up for the day.” Pete stays tense for a long while until bit by bit, his body relaxes and he’s finally settled back in Vegas’ arms. Vegas can’t help but smile at his ever willful pet. It wasn’t very long ago that Vegas thought about how he could break that spirit. How to turn Pete into another mild, mindless pet like the rest of them. He can’t even imagine that now. His desires have shifted, now he fantasizes about Pete submitting to him willingly, giving himself over to whatever pain and pleasure Vegas wants to give him.
Vegas is nuzzling into the hair at the nape of Pete’s neck when a knock sounds at the door. He lets out an exasperated sound, then calls over his shoulder, voice thick with irritation. “What is it?”
The door slides open and Ken steps in looking apologetic. “I’m sorry to disturb you, sir, but Khun Korn has requested you come speak with them immediately.”
Vegas sighs deeply and closes his eyes, he knew this was coming. His actions last night were reckless. He had hoped he’d have more time though. Vegas turns back to Pete and passes a hand over his shoulder and down his arm. “I’m sorry pet, I have to go. I’ll be back later this evening.” With that, he removes his arm from under Pete and makes his way to the bathroom for a quick shower. Once dressed, he pauses before leaving. Pete hasn’t acknowledged him or moved from his position, still facing away on the bed. Vegas takes in the long lines of Pete’s back once more before he opens the door and walks out.
**
Pete lays there for a long time after Vegas leaves. The reality of what happened the night before comes crashing down on him. He had been drugged and almost forced to have sex with his best friend publicly. It had felt like a fever dream and all Pete had wanted was to satisfy the yawning need he felt. He hadn’t cared in the moment who slaked it, though he’s incredibly grateful, in hindsight, that it had been Porsche. He knows that Porsche would have taken care of him, would have been gentle and considerate.
Then Vegas stepped in and put an end to it all. Vegas hadn’t wanted Porsche to fuck him. Though Vegas was the one to hand him the drink, Pete gets the feeling that Vegas was just as much a pawn in the events of last night as he was. Vegas had been in a sour mood for days leading up to the event and was reluctant almost every step of the way. Pete thinks about how Vegas had been called away this morning and wonders if he will get in trouble for his actions last night. He had deprived the other Elites of their entertainment after all, he’d broken the rules; all for his mongrel pet.
Pete’s mind shifts to everything that had happened after. He wants to blame it all on the drugs but the truth is, he had begun to sober up by the time they made it back to their bedroom. He’d given himself over to Vegas willingly, had begged Vegas to fuck him. He wishes he could lie to himself and say it was the drugs in his system but he was tired of running, tired of pretending he didn’t want the Elite. Vegas had opened the floodgates of pleasure with the promise of more and Pete wanted to experience it. He selfishly wanted to have Vegas and had not been not disappointed. The pleasure was so strong, Pete had been completely swept away by it.
Vegas’ touch was a drug all on its own and he was quickly becoming addicted. Pete wanted to hate Vegas for making him like this. For teasing and prodding and molding him until Pete emerged this new, wanton thing. He wanted to hate Vegas, but the scarier thought was that it was becoming harder and harder to do so.
Eventually Pete pulls himself from the bed and drags himself to the bathroom. He steps into the shower and lets the water wash the sweat and spend from his body. He feels sore in ways he has never experienced before, every movement a stark reminder of what he let Vegas do. Pete stays in the shower until his fingers have long gone pruney but no matter how much he scrubs, he can’t wash the feel of Vegas’ touch from his skin.
**
Pete is sitting down to eat in the living room when a bell alerts him that someone has arrived at Vegas’ quarters. Pete sets aside his bowl and moves towards the elevator curiously. He touches the panel and when the doors open he’s surprised to be greeted by a hesitant looking Porsche. They stare at each other for a long time before Porsche clears his throat, “Can we talk?”
Pete blinks at him again before stepping aside to invite his friend in with a wave of his hand.
“Thanks,” Porsche says as he moves to take a seat on one of the couches. Pete trails after, still in shock at seeing Porsche here, in this space. When Pete sits on the sofa across from Porsche, he can tell his friend is looking him over carefully. Pete wonders what he sees. Does Porsche think of him differently after what happened? He certainly feels different.
They sit in awkward silence until Porsche seems to steel himself. “I wanted to make sure you are ok after… after last night.”
Porsche’s words are laced with sincerity and regret. Pete wants to comfort his friend, tell him that he’s alright, that he understands Porsche couldn’t change anything but the words get caught in his throat. “I… I know you were trying to help the best you could. It’s not like either of us had much of a choice in the situation.”
Porsche flinches. “I’m so sorry, Pete. You were just trying to help me and it got you wrapped up in all of this too.”
Pete takes the time to really look at Porsche, the weariness in his eyes, how his body, while still beautiful, has lost some of its muscle, how he’s duller somehow, less vibrant. His heart aches for his friend. “I’m sorry too. Neither of us deserve to be treated like this. As for last night, I’m glad it was you. Thank you for trying to take care of me...”
Porsche nods as they fall into silence once more, his eyes dance around the room, looking everywhere but at Pete. “I can’t stay much longer. Kinn only let me come here to check on you because I threatened him with something he really didn’t want to lose,” Porsche mutters with a wry twist to his mouth. “But maybe if you can access the gym level, we can meet there sometimes during the day? I’m usually free after lunch.”
“Yeah, I’d like that.” Pete stands with Porsche and walks him back to the elevator. “I’ve been going to the gym in the mornings every day. I’ll start going after lunch.”
“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”
Pete nods, “See you tomorrow.”
The doors close and Pete is left standing alone. He’s suddenly hit with a wave of hopeless sadness; the entire interaction had felt stilted and awkward. Their friendship had always been easy, Porsche with his exuberant and strong willed personality and Pete offering his steady support. Now, Porsche won’t even look him in the eye. He wonders if Porsche was trying to avoid the truth of the situation they’ve found themselves in as much as he was. Pete had thought of his friend often since discovering he was still alive and being kept here as a pet, the same as Pete. He had thought that if they could just meet, they would figure out a way of escaping together. Pete can feel the now familiar weight of the pet ring sitting around his cock and knows that things are so much more complicated. He was so naive. Pete knows now that Vegas will never willingly let him go.