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"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."

Vegas hummed and nodded in agreement.

"We don't know the territory here. I think it's best if we don't leave a gap in whatever clandestine things are happening at the port." Which was to say, he doesn't plan on killing all of them.

A truly maniacal grin spread over his lips. "But, when I'm done, they'll know not to mess with ours again."

"There's other groups. I'm in contact with one of them and I've been building a relationship with them. Slower to ensure fewer incidents like this but they seem easier to work with."

Pete brought one of his hands up so his fingers could trace that smile. This look always sent shivers through him. Now in the best ways possible. He found himself smiling too as he watched his fingers move around those lips.

"So I think we can afford to lose ties with this other one..."

"We have to let one of them survive to tell what happened." Vegas didn't much care about killing them all, but if they were going to prevent misunderstandings like this in the future, someone had to be the living proof of what Theerapanyakul vengeance looked like.

"As long as a lesson is learned then I trust your methods." Because he knew better than anyone else here what those methods were. Just what Vegas could do to someone given the chance. And how he could do so to kill or to keep someone very much alive.

He leaned forward to press his lips to Vegas'. "I trust you."

He leaned in, stealing another slow kiss after Pete spoke. A hand lifted to rest alongside Pete's throat and the other settled in the small of his back to keep him close. In the back of his mind, he knew Pete could settle this matter himself. But he didn't. He held onto it for Vegas.

"I'll always take care of you, Pete."

It would have been so easy to take care of this himself. He knew the names. He knew the faces. He knew everything they needed in order to finish this off quickly and efficiently. But, he didn't want it to be like that. Pete wanted it to hurt and even though he knew there was a monster that lived inside of him he valued the monster his husband was.

And he knew what it meant to bring this to Vegas to have him take care of it. He was trusting him to take care of him. More than that he was letting Vegas take care of him rather than take that from him.

Their relationship had been rocky to put things extremely mildly. But it mattered so much to Pete to find that balance for things now. And part of that was trusting someone else to take care of him. Because that person loved him more than anything else in this world or any world.

"I know. I believe in you."

Pete gave him so much. So much so willingly. And Vegas is keenly aware of it. Companionship, love, trust, power. All given without reservation. Even a monster like Vegas can be moved by that. Not because Pete was some kind of paragon of goodness, in fact, because he was monstrous, too. The like in them called to each other.

Well, and Pete was very aware of Vegas' many insecurities. He knew power, or the appearance thereof, was important to him. He knew and willingly, happily gave Vegas power: power over him in their bedroom, power to avenge this wrong done to him and their friend. Pete truly understood him. And Vegas met that understanding with his own.

"I won't forgive anyone who hurts you again."

"I know."

And honestly he appreciated that so much. It wasn't like he'd never had anyone on his side before. Porsche himself had tried to find out who hurt him so that way he could avenge him. He hadn't let him but it had meant a lot to him that the man wanted to at all. Yet there was something so special about Vegas being the one to defend him instead. To have his back.

Pete smiled at him. "You take great care of me."

Maybe because Vegas' moral compass was completely and utterly broken? Unlike others, there's not a single line he wouldn't cross for Pete. And Vegas knew the same is true of Pete. He's a carefully concealed monster, but he's Vegas' monster now.

"We can settle this matter whenever you're ready."

"When I can walk again without shaking, fucker," he teased with a smile then pressed a soft kiss to his husband's lips. He adored this man so much. He was his entire world now and he loved every bit of that.

"You fucked me up real good."

Vegas pulled a face and splashed water Pete in retaliation. "Asshole, I didn't mean right now! Keep it up and I'll fuck you up again right here."

Pete quickly brought up a hand to try to 'protect' himself from the water, laughing at the words that he got. Lowering his hand, he rested his arms on Vegas' shoulders and smiled at him. "Prove it."

A single brow arched and a subtle change came over his face. Hunger. Raw and intense. Vegas's hands glide over Pete's torso, veering to the side to grip his hips and pull him closer. He leaned in, just a hair's breadth away from Pete's lips, canting his head this way and that. Then realization ruined the mood.

"We don't have anything we need."

"There's oils here, right? They'd work. And..." Pete pushed his fingers through the man's hair. He smiled at him and kissed him again. "And you don't need the condoms. You're only ever going to be fucking me. So fuck me without them."

He chewed on his lip a second then went for the confession. "I want to feel it drip out of me..."

Pete made a good point. Vegas certainly didn't plan on sticking his dick in anyone else ever again. Why would he even want to when he had Pete? Theirs was so much more than physical and it paled every sexual experience Vegas had before him.

And then he said that.

Whatever playfulness was left in Vegas drained away. His hands moved from Pete's hips to squeeze his ass and pull his hips flush against Vegas' own. Oh, yeah, he's absolutely hard now, there's no hiding that.

"You're so fucking sexy."

Pete gasped as his hips suddenly made contact with the ones in front of him. He'd already been getting hard from talking like this but the feel of those hands controlling him just right was absolutely a turn on. Letting out a shaky laugh, he smiled at him and then leaned down to give yet another kiss but this time he bit at his lip and pulled until it slipped free.

"You're not proving it yet," he pointed out with a low but hungry voice.

That earned a growl from Vegas. The words barely left Pete's lips before Vegas attacked them in a fierce kiss. Heated, possessive, almost violent. Vegas poured everything he had into it, coaxing Pete's tongue into action with his own. He arched up against his husband and reached blindly for whatever oils were nearby. That, at least, was necessary to ensure he didn't hurt Pete.

Finally. He moaned into the kiss, tangling his tongue with Vegas'. It was a brutal kiss, easily bruising. He was going to feel all of this and definitely need that wheelchair back to their room. But he didn't care and even loved the idea of it as pressed himself close to the man with a bit of a whimper. But his hands weren't at all idle. They weren't tied right now so he shoved them into that dark hair to tangle into it and pull.

Finally, indeed. Vegas craved Pete like his lungs needed air and he was determined to devour him. He wanted his hands all over his husband, but they were occupied fumbling with the bottle of oil he grabbed. While he worked on coating his fingers, he pushed himself against Pete, pulse racing so quickly Vegas was sure Pete could feel his heart pounding.

Once he was done with the oil, Vegas delved his hand back into the water and between the cleft of Pete's ass cheeks. He wasted no time in seeking out his prize, rubbing his slicked fingertips against that tight ring of muscle.

He knew those fingers were going to have to get inside him fast so the water would wash away the oil they were using. So he was grateful that Vegas went right to it. But to help him, he shifted to be straddling him on his knees, allowing those fingers to get inside of him quickly. Breathing fast now, Pete arched his back to offer himself to his husband.

His body was aching and tired from the night before. But that wasn't ever going to stop the burning need he had for Vegas.

There was a time and a place for extended foreplay. This? This was not it. Between them, a little pain was to be expected. Vegas trusted Pete would let him know if it was too much. One finger pressed into his husband, followed almost immediately by the second. They twisted and curled, spread then closed again, ensuring he both coated the channel with the oil and stretched him.

All the while, Vegas didn't pull his mouth away from Pete. After that first, harsh kiss, he pulled away gasping for air then mouthed along Pete's jaw, back toward his ear which was nibbled none too gently. Then he moved to the soft spot just beneath his jaw, biting and sucking at that tender skin.

Did it hurt a bit? Definitely. But he loved that bit of pain. It was a sign of how alive they were together, that Vegas was getting stronger and stronger every single day. Dropping his head back, he gave the man full access to his neck as noises of desperate pleasure filled the room. He never thought he'd be the type of person to want to be fucked anywhere as long as it was one special person but he was learning so much about himself through Vegas. Whimpering and whining, he rocked his hips into that hand.

"Fuck...fuck..." It didn't matter that he was so sore. He was going to find all the strength in his body to be in this moment with Vegas.

He wouldn't ask it if it's too much. No, Vegas trusted Pete to articulate his boundaries. They'd talked about it, even established a safeword in case it became necessary. Others might not realize, but Pete had so much power in this relationship. And Vegas gave him that willingly. And he trusted Pete to use it.

And Vegas? He tried to be patient in preparing Pete. Because they hadn't engaged in a bunch of foreplay, because he didn't want this to be more painful than pleasurable for Pete. There would be time to play with pain and other sensations later. When they had a place of their own and no one around would be disturbed by the screams he hoped to pull from Pete's throat.

"More?"

So much. It was so much. Yet he still wanted more. Pete craved it as he felt those fingers stretching and stretching. Probably they could have used more oil but he didn't care about that. He was this close to feeling that cock buried inside him, massive and hard and hot.

"Yes. More. Give me more, Vegas."

It sometimes amazed him how confident he felt now to ask for things like this. To demand it. And to know that it was okay if he got it or if he didn't. As long as it was his husband then he knew that he was going to enjoy it because what they had went beyond anything spoken or physical. Lowering his head now, Pete gave the man a smile that was almost manic.

"More."

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