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Pete
Vegas hasn't come home in one and a half day. I don't know where he is or what he is doing. He told me he would come back soon. Nop said he hasn't called and he doesn't know where Vegas went. I have been worried sick.
Pete kept on pacing back and forth around the room. He wanted to go out but the chain around his wrist said not a chance. His sudden change in emotions towards Vegas is also shocking. Pete doesn't know how to process it. Suddenly the door slide open.
"Vegas, what happened to you?"
Pete ran towards the man who stumbled in. "Huh? Nothing." Vegas pulled Pete into a hug.
"You are bruised. Who beat you up? Are you hurt? You are bleeding."
Pete pulled a little away from Vegas and asked frantically. "Am I?" "Yes you are!! What the hell Vegas. You disappear and then you come back looking like this."
"I am sorry"
"For what?"
"For scaring you. For making you wait and worry for me. I am sorry." Pete punched Vegas as soon as he said sorry again. Then he ran to catch Vegas in his arms. (A/N I love his duality^^)
Pete dragged Vegas in the bathroom where he slowly removed his blood stained cloths. "You still won't tell me who you got in a fight with hah." "Will you promise to stay with me forever if I tell you?"
"Forget it. I don't wanna know anymore." Vegas pursed his lips but didn't say anything more. His face was bruised. His lower lip was swollen and blood had gathered around the corner of his mouth. But.. But.. Why aren't his knuckles bloody. It looks like he was in a fight but he didn't fight back. He was on the receiving end. Vegas getting beaten up is like the sun rising from the west. He is strong, very strong and really good at combat. Whoever did this to him is not surely human. Pete kept on wondering and forgot the person in front of him. "What are you smiling about? You like that I am hurt, don't you?"
Pete came back to reality and stared at Vegas. "You think I would like it if you are hurt?"
"Well I hurt you every night since I locked you up. Its very normal for you to hate me and want to see me hurt."
"I do hate you."
"..."
"But I don't want to see you hurt." Pete said in a soft hushed voice and glanced at Vegas. Vegas sighed and let out a little scream as Pete was cleaning his wound. "So Mr tough, not so tough anymore." Pete remarked enjoying himself.
Vegas let out a soft laugh and looked at Pete.
Vegas
I cannot believe the person in front of me is taking care of me after everything I have done to him. Is he really falling for me? Should he even fall for a monster like me? I am still not sure about my feelings for him. I do feel something which i have never felt before. But, can that be called love. Whatever, let me tease Pete now, I missed him. "You wanna know who punched me here?" I pointed at the blue circle on my chest and asked Pete. "Why even bother? I know you want something from me in return of your answer." Pete is getting clever day by day. Or he is just getting used to my mood changes. Now I want him and he knows that. "Kiss me here and I will tell you."
I know he is going to make a face and run away. "You want me to kiss you?" the way Pete said that and looked at me took me aback. What is he playing at. Who is this? This is not the Pete I tied 4 weeks ago.
"..."
"So where do you want me to kiss you?" he said that while tracing the bruise with his fingers. I shuddered under his touch. What happened next sent my soul to shock. Pete bent down and kissed the bruise on my chest. He didn't stop there. He inched towards my nipples and sucked on it. No one has ever done this to me. I am the top, always, I do things to others, what is happening, my body trembled under his lips.
"You like that?" Pete glared at me and questioned in a stern tone.
"Uuhhmm" was all that came out of me. The corner of his mouth twisted into a grin. Am I going to surrender to him. Is it even possible. Will it hurt. Suddenly the thought of having him inside me flared in my mind. Pete suddenly got up and left the bathroom leaving me alone on the floor. Where did he go? Does he not want me anymore? Why am I behaving like a girl who thinks their lover doesn't find them attractive anymore. After 2 mins Pete came back with a golden box in hand. Isn't that the box I bought for him as a joke? Oh god! Pete sat next to me and dabbed the towel on my wound. The look in his eyes was calm, as calm as the sky before the storm.
"Now tell me who made you suffer." this is the first time I am hearing this authoritative tone in his voice. He sounded dangerous. I was scared he would beat me up if I stalled any longer.
"Porsche".
I kept my eyes down after taking the name. "What? Why would Porsche beat you up? And why didn't you defend yourself? Answer me."
"He beat me up because he thinks I killed you."
"What?"
"It wasn't supposed to go like this. I just went to hand over the documents. He cornered me and questioned me about where you were. And I lied. The next thing i know he was punching me."
"Why didn't you fight back?" I was a bit surprised to hear him going on like that. Didn't he hear me right? Shouldn't he be taking his friend's side? He should curse me for locking him here.
"Because he was right. And I should be beaten up for what I did to you", I whispered.
"The only person who gets to hurt you is me", Pete's scream startled me. He grabbed my neck and pulled me in a kiss. I was so shocked that I forgot how to breathe. He crushed his lips on mine, after 5 seconds his tongue infiltrated my mouth. My hands and legs were shaking from this sudden ferocity. Where was his passion coming from. He genuinely stands like a wooden doll when I kiss him. The kiss blurred my senses. When he pulled away I realised I was spread on the floor. I blinked at him. What is he doing. Pete ripped a condom and stood holding it.
"Stand up and put it on me", he ordered me. I did what he asked me to do. Then he dragged me in the shower stall. My heart was pounding in my chest. I am going to lose my ass virginity.
Pete
I dragged him under the hot running water, "stand still, dont move." His face didn't look that bad but his chest, stomach and shoulders were bruised. The black and blue colour looked more bad on his fair skin. I don't know where this anger was coming from but it was directed towards Porsche. (A/N guess time changes people)
Vegas looked at me. His eyes were tired. His face wanted something from me. Can I give it to him? Can I make him happy? I was nervous myself. I was lost in thoughts when suddenly a current went up my spine. Vegas had reached out to hold my dick in his hand. The confidence and possessiveness I was having a while ago came back to me. I turned him around and slammed him against the wall.
"Today you are mine and only mine!" , I growled close to his ear. As my nose traced from this back to his neck his entire body got filled with goosebumps. I am getting more turned on by this tame and timid Vegas. I turned his face so that I could plant a kiss. I love his back muscles, his broad shoulder that leads down to his slim waist. I kissed him all over, just like how he does it to me. His touch sends shivers in my body. Pressure started building up in my head, I don't think I can do this to him. I like when he does things to me, I am used to it. How am I supposed to do those perverted things to him. I can't. Nope. Hold on, what am I doing? Why can't I do it. He does it with such fluency. My hands left his body and I separated myself away from him. I was standing under the shower looking at him unsure of what will happen next.
Vegas turned around and looked at me. "Honey, what's wrong?" I stood there staring at his confused face.
"I don't know what's wrong with me. Why can't I do it like you do?" Vegas let out a laugh and came close to me and touched my cheeks lightly, "Want me to teach you how it's done?"
"You don't have to be with a weak person like me." I whispered looking at the floor. Now I was getting irritated by my behaviour. Why did I get all riled up just to chicken out at the last minute.
"Yes I do. If its not you then it's no one else." he lifted my face and pronounced his faith in me.
"But I bet others could do it without thinking this much. I bet others have done this to you before. Can I match up to them?"
"You think I have surrendered to anyone else before?" Vegas looked hurt. He pulled away from me and went out of the bathroom. I stood there feeling like the idiot I was. I ran after him seconds later when some senses kicked in me. "Hey. I am sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." "Oh you didn't. Everyone thinks less of me. Whats one more person thinking that."
"I am sorry."
I repeated the word thrice before grabbing him and slamming him on the bed. "What are you doing!!" Vegas tried to get out from under me. "I am trying to do what no-one has ever done before."
"Let me go." Vegas threatened.
"I love you." as soon as those words reached his ears he stopped squirming.
"Prove it!" he challenged me, well I gotta do it now. Let's see who is better at it then. I targeted the crook of his neck and bit down. The taste of blood mixed with sweat entered my mouth. I left marks all over his neck and chest. My tongue traced back to his face and licked his lips. They are soft and moist. Vegas was hugging me and I could feel the sting as his nails dug into my back. I kissed him passionately before moving down to his abdomen. Slowly I reached below and grabbed little vegas. He was already reacting to my touch. Vegas's eyes followed me as I lifted his legs and stood between them. My boy was ready to go. I stroked his one up and down, slowly increasing the pace. Vegas's face was mixed with pleasure and fear. He had started moaning, seeing him I wanted to feel the same and without giving him any heads up I squeezed cold gel in his ass and pushed myself in him.
Vegas
"OH MY GOD!! Slow down! Ouch! It hurts!" I screamed in pain as soon as his cock's head tried to go in me. Sweat broke out. Pain flared up my back. Now I feel bad for Pete in the past. This is too much to take.
"It's okay. I won't hurt you. I am taking it slowly. Just relax." Pete looked at me with concern.
"I am fine. Keep going." the more I saw his face the more the urge to be one with him increased. Pete started slamming into me. It hurt at first. Then the rhythm became familiar. He was hiting the sweet spot again and again and every time he moaned my pleasure became ten fold. His hands never left my cock. Now my insides started feeling the old sensation and I realised I am going to release soon. My body twisted and vision became blurred followed by the rush of white liquid all across my stomach. Pete's eyes never left my face. He put his hand near his mouth and licked my cum. His eyes were twinkling, I have never seen him like this before. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up and kissed me. "Ouch, why did you bit my lip." he bit me and blood gushed out. "Those lips are mine. I can do whatever I want to."
"Okay okay, no need to get violent. I am yours!!" Pete smiled and kissed me lightly. He pushed himself in me a few more times and came. He pulled out of me and dropped next to me on the bed. Both panting frantically. "So how was it?" he glanced at me and asked in a raspy voice.
"My wife is very talented." I snuggled in his arms and replied. He kissed me all over my face and lips before pulling away and saying, "Am I still your wife after what we did just now?"
I got the chance and my old self flared in me. I pushed him away and got on top of him. I smirked before replying, "You will always be my wife."