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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."

Oh, that look made him shiver in delight. No one's ever wanted him the way Pete wanted him; the real him. Good, bad, ugly, all of it. No one's ever looked at him the way Pete did, with that borderline insane quality and so, so much heat. It sent a pang of want lancing through Vegas and he simply couldn't wait any longer.

He probably should've used more oil, but as soon as he pulled his fingers free Vegas pressed his cock in their place. A low groan rumbled in his chest as the heat of Pete's body engulfed him. Vegas never fucked anyone with a condom before so the sensation was sharper than he was used to. His hands flew to Pete's hips, guiding him down even as his own rolled up.

They definitely should have used more oil. He could feel that as he was lowered onto that huge dick that his husband had. But he savored the pain it brought him as he cried out and gasped, forcing himself to relax until he'd fully taken Vegas inside of him. Panting hard, Pete gazed at Vegas with his mouth hanging open to get more air in lungs.

"Fuck..."

Vegas felt so good like this inside of him. Huge and hard and his. No one else could have this and it was so much that he could know that. Giving him a smile, he pulled on his hair to guide him into a needy and even starving kiss.

Vegas' eyes were locked on Pete, watching for every subtle change, every minute twitch in his expression as he was penetrated. What else could he possibly focus on? Once Pete was seated, Vegas lifted his hands to cup his jaw and tilted his head forward until their foreheads touched. Pete felt so tight and hot around him it was all he could do to remember to breathe.

When Pete pulled him in for that kiss, the damn broke. Only a few hours passed since they were last together and already they were starving for each other. Vegas met that kiss with every ounce of passion he could muster, pushing into it until his teeth scraped against Pete's in the ferocity of it. His hands moved from Pete's face to glide over his back, fingers curling to dig his nails into his husband's skin.

And he rolled his hips, pulling slightly back before thrusting up to drive himself deep once more. It was the start of a relentless pace and he groaned into Pete's mouth as he sought more of that sweet friction. He didn't think he'd last long, nor did he want to.

The kiss was violent and passionate, everything they were honestly. They were a pair of monsters fucking and it was perfect for that reason. Pete moaned right into that mouth as fingers dug into him, nails biting his skin. That sound turned into a cry once those hips started to move. He couldn't even keep up with the pace that was set, left entirely at the mercy of his husband even if he was the one who was sitting on top of him at the moment.

Sobs soon spilled out with the moans, the pain and pleasure mixed so perfectly together as they splashed water out of the bath. Gasping for air against those tempting lips, Pete held on tighter to Vegas' hair, certainly giving the most pleasant pulling sensation imaginable.

"Vegas...Vegas..." He couldn't stop saying his name. They'd barely started and he was already almost done. The pace was just too much for him to keep up with.

One hand moved between them to capture Pete's cock. Neither of them were going to last long, but he wanted to make sure Pete got off, too. Vegas jerked his dick in time with his thrusts, grunting and panting and paying no attention at all to the water sloshing over the edge of the tub. All that mattered was chasing their pleasure. Vegas' free hand moved to across Pete's back to grip his shoulder with bruising force, holding him as if he might try to rise up and escape the eager fucking.

"C'mon, baby," he grated out breathlessly. "Cum for me..."

Between that hand and the words, Pete was not going to last a second longer. With a choked cry, he came into the water with his entire body trembling from it. Gasping, he shivered and let himself cling more to Vegas, trying to keep moving his hips so that his husband could cum too. So he could feel that hot seed filling him up and knowing that it was all his.

"You...too..."

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