These days when Vegas kissed him it was full of warmth. Even the hints of violence, or the violence he knew would come, had that affection to them. They were on another level now, speaking to each other in a language only the two of them fully understood. With each other they never had to hide who they really were and he was sure that was as much a relief for Vegas as it was for himself.

Eyes closing, he let his boyfriend taste as much of his blood as he wanted. This same blood that was now so much the reason why he was still alive and on his way to recovering.