It was a violent sort of kiss that suited them. He only pulled back when he felt his lip split a little on Vegas' teeth. Even then he didn't mind it, just panting as he gazed at the man, licking at the blood that beaded there. He could see a little bit of it on those lips he'd just been kissing too but he found he didn't mind that either.

His blood belonged to Vegas as much as the blood in that body belonged to Pete. That was how it should be.