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"You think everything I have is sexy because you're a fucking pervert."

But he would definitely go out of his way to find something that looked really nice and showed some skin. Just for Vegas. And also because he wanted to have a collar low enough that he got to show off the new collar that he had. He was really proud of it and wanted to show everyone that it, like the rings, meant that he belonged to Vegas and only him.

"Wrong!" Vegas quipped. "I think you are sexy. What you wear just enhances that." Maybe other people didn't see Pete that way, but Vegas couldn't see him any other way. And that was perfectly fine by him. Vegas didn't necessarily want other people to be attracted to Pete. He might have to hurt them.

His hand lifted higher, fingers brushing over the collar around Pete's throat. Then he traced them down over his chest in a sort of v-shape. "Something cut low." Or just barely buttoned up. He wanted to show off their new jewelry, as well. Not just because it marked them as belonging to each other, but because he was proud to have Pete as his lover, his husband, his partner. And he was honored to be Pete's.

"You're still a fucking pervert." But he was his fucking pervert and that was what mattered here. Smiling, he tilted his head back to feel the fingers trace along his skin, grinning when he realized they were marking the path of what he'd had in mind to begin with. It was perfect that their minds had come together so perfectly.

"Maybe I could wear one of the yukata but have it loose. Or maybe some slacks with a patterned shirt but leave some buttons open." He ran his fingers over the edge of the cuff Vegas wore again.

"You should have sleeves rolled up."

"Alright." It wasn't like he wasn't going to be shoving that cuff in everyone's face. He already sent pictures to Tay and made sure Kinn saw it. What's the point of having it if people don't see? Even if people didn't get the full meaning, it was important that it be seen. At least, it was important to Vegas that people should see it. Even better if people noticed that the cuff on Vegas' wrist matched the collar around Pete's neck.

Okay, maybe he's a little vain and he wants people to notice.

"I wouldn't want to cover it up, anyway," he added with an audible smile.

Pete could hear that smile. It made him smile more too and he turned his head to nuzzle it against his husband's. The fact that this man wanted to show the world that he was taken by him meant everything. Just like Vegas wanting to claim him for himself. They belonged to each other and they both wanted the world to know that.

"It's going to be so good telling everyone you're my husband now instead of my boyfriend."

Vegas nodded and his grin only broadened. "I love the way that sounds. 'My husband.'" He practically sighed the words. His arm tightened to pull Pete close and he craned his neck a little to press a soft kiss to Pete's temple. "You should have seen the look on Kinn's face. I shoulda snapped a picture."

Wiggling down a little so he could slump against Vegas better, he let go of his hand finally so he could instead play with his fingers. Not for any other reason than he wanted to honestly. "You could always describe it to me. And tell me about Tay's reaction."

Because he knew Vegas had to have told Tay already.

"Literal fish out of water, mouth gaping open face. He looked just like one of Khun's carps!" And he's so amused by that. Kinn was so shocked, it was a delight! There's always something satisfying about throwing him off. Maybe that's just their old rivalry lingering on.

"Tay said drinks are on him when all that shit's over."

He laughed softly, able to picture Kinn's face easily. It was too bad that he missed it but he was delighted to hear about it now. That must have been quite the conversation. Especially since he was sure that Vegas just sort of dropped the bomb of it without mercy for extra impact. Pete loved this insanely sadistic man.

"I'm going to hold Tay to that. Knowing him the drinks will be amazing too."

"If anyone can find a good place to party, it's Tay." Was that a compliment? Well, everyone had their own skills, no sense in denying facts.

Vegas shifted slightly to lean his chin on Pete's shoulder and he breathed out slowly. "What do you want to do here, Pete?"

What did he want to do here? It was a good question to ask. They didn't know how long they'd be here and the fact was that it could be awhile. Pete thought about it a bit as he watched the steam move around them. Tilting his head, he leaned it against Vegas' then let out a breath.

"I want to live. I want to show you there's good in the world while holding your hand. We've both walked through hell and come out with scars from it." Gently, he nuzzled his husband's head.

"I want us to live and see what it's like to not walk though the worst of it for awhile. Together."

That caused Vegas' heart to miss a beat. Not because he believed in some kind of inherent goodness in the world or even either of them, but because Pete wanted to share something less awful with him. Was it even possible? Vegas had his doubts. He was the worst of it, as far as he was concerned. There was no changing that.

But, at least for now, the idea of choosing differently, choosing to just be together without the trappings of the world they're used to... it was a nice idea.

"Okay," he agreed quietly. He'd give it a try. How horrible could it be as long as Pete was with him? "We'll do that."

Sore though he was, he found the strength and energy to get turned around. Straddling his husband, he cupped his face so that way he could press a kiss to his lips. He smiled at him, a lazy happiness all over his features. Because Vegas wanted to try and that was all he'd ever ask for with this.

"Now that you're better we can keep exploring. Maybe we'll find the perfect place for the bar along the way. Somewhere with a bar and a private space above it just for us. A place to getaway when we want to be alone together."

Vegas let him turn without hindrance, then lifts his hands to caress Pete's cheeks. He pressed their foreheads together and let his eyes fall closed. Was it so bad how they were living now? Vegas didn't like being cooped up, but now that he's better and has the freedom to move around and explore... Searching for the perfect place alongside Pete sounded like a great way to spend his time.

"Don't I always wanna be alone with you?"

"You do. So we better find the perfect spot for that, right?"

Because he knew they'd go to live with Kinn. They both cared about Kinn too much not to. He knew that even with the history those two shared it was still the truth of the matter. So he smiled as he pressed a kiss to his lips again as he thought about what they could do with a place of their own at the same time. Right at the top of the bar they would run together.

"Then we'll make it perfect for just us."

"Wherever you are is perfect."

Oof. That sounded cheesy, even to him. And yet, it was absolutely true.

Vegas grinned and tilted his head to steal yet another kiss. The idea of having their own little getaway wasn't a bad one. It would give them a break. It would give Kinn a break. they could even stay there if they were just too tired after working the bar to head anywhere else.

Pete laughed at that cheesy line. "If anyone knew how corny you actually are your reputation would be ruined."

But he wasn't about to tell anyone. This was all for him. Every cheesy line, every truly soft moment. All his. Vegas wasn't going to be sharing this with anyone else and Pete knew that for a fact. He loved it too because it made all of this that much more special.

That was true, too. All the soft parts of Vegas, good and bad, were for Pete and only Pete. He didn't have to hide any of that from Pete. He probably should, but he wouldn't. He knew Pete would accept all of him regardless.

"If you tell anyone, I'll have to kill them."

"Only tell my enemies. Got it."

But that was entirely a joke. He'd never reveal this part of the man to anyone. Maybe it was a little greedy but he loved having this all to himself. Just like Vegas got to know the worst of Pete when he hid that from everyone else.

Speaking of enemies…

“Tell me about the people you met with Tay.” In other words, how strong of a lesson do they need?

He started off immediately by giving names and detailed descriptions of everyone who had been at that meeting. Everyone. A sign that Pete felt they all deserved to suffer. Once that was done he told the story.

"At first the meeting seemed to go well. I played the fool to let Tay run things, taking one punch to the chest so I could give Tay some information. When it came time for the payment though, the leader grabbed Tay and I realized they planned to assault him. All of them. So the only way to get us out was to fight. I grabbed the guns in the process and had to fire my shotgun one handed at one point to defend Tay."

He leaned forward and rested his forehead against his husband's. "I've been gathering names ever since. Now you have them all and know their crimes."

Attempting to cheat a deal, attempting to group assault one of their own, attempting to kill them, and, of course, causing him to have to be injured.

Vegas listened attentively, taking note of each detail. It just wouldn't do to kill and maim the wrong people. There's some method to his madness and hurting people who weren't involved in hurting Pete and Tay wasn't part of it. Indiscriminate violence is not the message Vegas wants to send. No, he's definitely discriminating. Maybe he'll just kill their leader and let the underlings survive another day... Well, they won't be unharmed, but they'll live. If he kills them all, what sort of vacuum will it leave? But it would send a solid message to anyone who tries to fuck with them again.

Vegas took one of Pete's hands, idly tracing his fingers before twining them together. "I'll take care of it."

"I know."

That was why he'd gathered all this information and told Vegas in detail. Because he knew he'd take care of it. He knew he'd handle it. And he'd be right there to watch him do so for every single one of them. Leading Vegas right to where he needed to be. Even after the fight the group was still underestimating him, focusing on Tay.

It would be their biggest mistake.

And for at least one of them, it would be their last mistake.

He kept his fingers entwined with Pete's staring at them as if he'd never see them together again.

"We should probably ask Tay if he wants in on this, too."

"Tay will probably want to keep them around for the idea that they might be useful. I think they've proven that they're not."

And maybe, just maybe, he wanted them to pay for what they'd tried to do to Tay right in front of him. They'd already hurt him once, had tried to hurt him again, and would hurt him in the future. He didn't want them to have that option.

"I'll take the blame for telling you. It's fine. As long as we can keep him safe."

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