Pete did a good job picking out clothes for Vegas. He'll have to remember to thank him for that at some point. For now, he's sifting through the boxes. It shouldn't matter which one he chooses because they're just heading to the bath, but Vegas still wants his man to look nice. Which meant something dark. Pete always looked good in dark colors.
He fished out the first dark robe he found and shook it open for Pete's approval. Vegas probably wasn't wearing his own correctly (hey, he did his best all on his own and it's staying shut... enough!) but he'll try to help Pete get dressed. Moving back to the bed, he folded the yukata over one arm and offered the other to help Pete get up.
Nodding his approval, Pete smiled at him then shifted to try to help with getting him up. Of course in the end Vegas still had to help him get dressed and then get up to head for the bath. But he was grateful to feel the strength in those arms again, leaning his head against his husband with a smile.
"I'm glad you like the pattern I picked for you. I thought you'd enjoy it."
"I knew you'd find something I'd like," he replied with a slight smile.
Vegas hooked his arms under Pete's to help support his weight while being able to lift him from the bed. It was nice to be able to have enough strength to do this. Vegas was sure he'd lost a lot of it (and muscle tone) in the time he was laid up. He'll have to fix that, but there's plenty of time. Right now, his focus is on Pete.
"I guess we're about to find out how fucked out my legs are."
Pete laughed softly because it wasn't like he was actually upset about it. Of course he quickly found out that standing on his own was not going to be an option. His legs were very unsteady. Walking all the way to the bath house by himself? That was never going to happen. He gave another laugh and looked up at his husband.
Vegas can't help the swell of pride in his chest. It's been hours since they last fucked and Pete still couldn't walk straight. He might be preening just a little as he helps Pete to sit back on the bed. At least that way he can get his husband's arms in the sleeves of the yukata and that's a good start to getting him covered up for their trek to the bathhouse. Once the robe was draped around Pete, Vegas guides his arms to his shoulders to support Pete's weight once he pulled him back to his feet. It's a sloppy job getting the obi around Pete's waist and tied, but it's good enough to keep him decent.
Was he really properly dressed? Not at all. But he didn't have to be. They were just going to the bath so he only needed to be dressed up enough to manage that. Still, he offer caused him to blink in surprise at him. Tilting his head a bit, he considered it. He really did.
"It's folded in the closet..." Guess it was a good thing they stole the thing. It was apparently going to work out very nicely for them right now. And probably in the future. He had a feeling that his husband would come up with very creative uses for it.
He nodded and went to fetch it. It was a better option than carrying Pete, even if he thought he could manage it. It wouldn't do either of them any good if he fell while trying to get Pete to the bath. Then they'd both be hurt and laid up again.
Once he got the chair unfolded and set the brake so it wouldn't roll out from under Pete, he came back to the bed to help his husband into it. And then to the bath house! When they were there, Vegas heled to loosen the obi around Pete's waist before helping him get out of the chair. That would mean undressing him a little easier.
"I'm going to have to remember to plan for nights like this at the bar. Make sure I'm not on the schedule." He was laughing and teasing, of course. He knew that if Vegas owned the bar then he wasn't going to get mad if Pete was too fucked out to make a shift. After all, he would be the one responsible for what happened.
Letting the cloth slide off his shoulders, he found just enough energy in his shaky legs to stand for a moment. Just so he could cup the man's face and give him a lingering kiss.
Vegas would absolutely be willing to cover shifts if Pete was too fucked out to walk! Proudly. Happily. Pete's well-being was his primary concern and if the needed rest, then he would get rest.
He slid his arms around Pete's waist to help keep him upright and leaned into his touch. Vegas' expression softened and his eyes fell closed before Pete's lips ever touched his.
"You don't have to thank me," he murmured when they parted. "It's my duty to take care of you. Always."
"No. I wanted to thank you for being...you. I guess."
Pete smiled and gave him another kiss. Seriously, this man had changed his life so much. No one would ever believe the positive ways his life had turned because of Vegas. They didn't need to understand though. This was all his choice now.
No one could understand them even if they tried. What they had was a very special sort of fucked up. Maybe even a little codependent on Vegas' side of things. Pete was his everything.
Vegas shed his own robe and draped it next to Pete's on the wheelchair. He helped Pete get to the stool and washed the stale sweat and other things from his skin. Every gesture was tender and reverent, ensuring that Pete was completely clean before guiding him into the steaming bath. He made quicker work washing himself off so he could settle into the bath behind Pete. Vegas wanted to be close to him, wanted to feel the reassuring weight of Pete leaning against his chest. That sort of intimacy was just as important to him as the sex.
It felt good to be clean again. More than that, it felt good when Vegas was behind him. Relaxing against him, he sighed as he let the hot water sink in to his well used body. Dropping his head back against the man's shoulder, Pete let his eyes close. This was what he'd been needing. Being close like this while he gave his body something to help it recover.
Finding the hand with the ring that was tied to his own, he threaded his fingers with Vegas and smiled. This was peaceful.
"I hope we have a really nice bath like this wherever we end up after this."
"Mm," he hummed in agreement. Maybe there were some perks to living in old-timey fantasy Japan. Every bath he'd had since arriving here had been in an awesome bathhouse like this. Vegas could definitely get used to soaking like this with Pete.
"Maybe we'll get lucky and Kinn will find a place with a lot of space so it'll be more like we're living alone." He draped his free arm loosely around Pete's waist, letting his fingers trace meaningless patterns over his skin. "I know he's paying for everything, but do you want to get more involved with tryna to find this place?" He was asking for them, not implying Pete should be the one doing all the legwork on their behalf. "Tay thinks it's weird that I'm not offering up opinions on it."
"I don't think it's weird. I think you and I are tired of all that and as long as we have each other and a place to live then we're not in particular. But we both care about Kinn enough in our own ways to agree to be near him." Opening his eyes, he watched the steam rise from the water. It was nice to have quiet moments like this. The two of them just talking about anything that came to their minds. It reminded him a bit of what had brought them together in the safehouse. How special that had been.
"We could live in a shack just the two of us and I'd be happy." He tilted his head back to smile at Vegas. "I'm pretty easy to please."
Vegas snorted. "Have you met me? Do you think I could live in a shack?" They could, but Vegas would make it miserable for them both. But he chuckled softly. He understood Pete's sentiment. Where they landed wasn't nearly as important as being together.
He tilted his head to press his cheek against Pete's hair and then added, "Maybe we could have a little flat above the bar." As long as there was a place to sleep and a place to cook he could be happy like that with Pete. He thought. He might be a little too spoiled to give up all his luxuries.
"You could because I'd make it a really nice shack. A five star shack." He giggled a bit because he knew how ridiculous that sounded. Still it was fun to think about. Making a shack look five star on the inside.
Though he did like the idea of living above the bar. The entire upper level could be all theirs. Maybe they could even have two places. Kinn's where they would live most of the time but when they wanted to get away they'd have the bar. It would be good for slipping away for quickies too.
"We could make it really nice. Maybe even stretch it out so it could be like a loft penthouse or something."
That's not a bad idea. Vegas felt like Kinn really needed them to be around at the moment. He could understand why. If Pete weren't here to keep him grounded, he'd probably want familiar people around him, too. some part of him keenly understood and felt sorry for the loneliness he knew Kinn was feeling -- not that he'd ever admit that out loud. Feeling kinship with Kinn was weird and a little uncomfortable. Seeing him as a person and not just a two-dimensional rival was weird.
"Home is wherever you are," Vegas mused. "Even if it's a five-star shack."
"Oh so now you like my five-star shack idea, huh?"
But he just grinned and cuddled in closer. Resting his hand on the one over his waist, he let himself enjoy the feeling of fingers making patterns with no meaning on his skin. It was something that Vegas always did and it was soothing. Just endless little doodles with those fingertips. Made all the better because he knew it was because his husband needed contact with him too.
There was something about Pete that always seemed to invite touch. Vegas needed that. And that Pete accepted it so readily, long before they were intimate... That was something that stuck with Vegas. Even in the safehouse, Pete never shrank from his touch (and that wince after being belted didn't count!). It's the collection of small and big things that made Vegas fall for him. Though, if he told the story, Pete ripped his still-beating heart from his chest and ran off with it. Sometimes it felt like that was true.
But he wouldn't want anyone else handling that most vital organ. No one else could handle it with the right balance of care and toughness. There would never be anyone else for Vegas. It was Pete or nothing.
Just listening to Pete's voice, the simple cadence of those few words made him shiver from the sheer intensity of what he felt. He tightened his fingers twined with Pete's and pressed a soft kiss to his hair.
He felt so cared for in this moment. Loved and adored. No one had ever felt for him the way that Vegas had. Maybe because no one had ever wanted to look past the silly smiles. They didn't want to know what was under it all. How much pain and darkness existed there. It was like that saying that comedy was born from a place of pain. People didn't want to think about that and just wanted to laugh.
Vegas wanted all of him though. The worst and best of him. Just like he wanted the worst and best of Vegas. The complete package. He wouldn't fear this man. He hadn't before and he didn't now.
His eyes closed at the kiss to his hair. The warmth and gratitude in it was so potent he could feel it even without the words for it.
He probably said that too much. It was going to lose its impact if he kept doing that. And yet, every time he uttered those words, they came from his very soul. They were everything and nothing. There were no better words to express how much he needed Pete. How much he wanted him, adored him, worshiped him.
Vegas ran his hand up Pete's torso to lay over his chest, just above his heart. Feeling that steady rhythm set him at ease when his mind began to race, which was frequently since he'd been laid up until recently. Yes, the bath was nice, but sharing it with Pete was better. Everything was better with Pete. Vegas exhaled slowly and nuzzled his cheek against Pete's hair.
"Still can't believe we got married," he murmured, the awe evident in his voice. But so was the smile. Vegas truly expected to wake up at any time and realize it was all a dream. But he could feel the ring on Pete's finger that matched his own. How could it not be real?
His hand moved to where he knew that bracelet was. Lightly, he traced the edges of the cuff, feeling the line of diamonds as it rested on the man's wrist. A cuff that so perfectly matched the collar around his neck. A sign of how they belonged to each other and always would. He smiled some more as he nodded to agree.
He couldn't believe it either. But the way they'd done it just felt so right. So perfect.
"When the hell in the Western Kingdom is over lets make sure that we throw a party. People will want to celebrate us. And Tay wasn't able to be here for what happened too. And I know he's really been wanting all of us to go out together." He laughed a bit. "Maybe we could have him plan it. I bet he'd love that."
"I told Kinn he should throw us a party and he basically told me to kiss his ass." He had just loaned Vegas 1.5 million yen so... he might be justified. Though Vegas did nod at the suggestion of letting Tay plan a celebration. He's definitely a good choice for that.
"It can be a combo: celebrating us and the end of whatever the hell is going on in the Western Kingdom." Maybe Kinn will have found a place by then and they could celebrate that, too. "It'll be nice to have some fun." Which isn't to say he hasn't been having fun with Pete, but Vegas was still a bit of a social creature. A night of music and dancing and drinks with the people closest to him sounds like a nice way to feel normal again.
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He fished out the first dark robe he found and shook it open for Pete's approval. Vegas probably wasn't wearing his own correctly (hey, he did his best all on his own and it's staying shut... enough!) but he'll try to help Pete get dressed. Moving back to the bed, he folded the yukata over one arm and offered the other to help Pete get up.
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"I'm glad you like the pattern I picked for you. I thought you'd enjoy it."
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Vegas hooked his arms under Pete's to help support his weight while being able to lift him from the bed. It was nice to be able to have enough strength to do this. Vegas was sure he'd lost a lot of it (and muscle tone) in the time he was laid up. He'll have to fix that, but there's plenty of time. Right now, his focus is on Pete.
"Can you stand?"
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Pete laughed softly because it wasn't like he was actually upset about it. Of course he quickly found out that standing on his own was not going to be an option. His legs were very unsteady. Walking all the way to the bath house by himself? That was never going to happen. He gave another laugh and looked up at his husband.
"Good thing you're here, right?"
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"Want me to carry you?"
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"I won't be too heavy? You just got better..."
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Once he got the chair unfolded and set the brake so it wouldn't roll out from under Pete, he came back to the bed to help his husband into it. And then to the bath house! When they were there, Vegas heled to loosen the obi around Pete's waist before helping him get out of the chair. That would mean undressing him a little easier.
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Letting the cloth slide off his shoulders, he found just enough energy in his shaky legs to stand for a moment. Just so he could cup the man's face and give him a lingering kiss.
"Thanks."
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He slid his arms around Pete's waist to help keep him upright and leaned into his touch. Vegas' expression softened and his eyes fell closed before Pete's lips ever touched his.
"You don't have to thank me," he murmured when they parted. "It's my duty to take care of you. Always."
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Pete smiled and gave him another kiss. Seriously, this man had changed his life so much. No one would ever believe the positive ways his life had turned because of Vegas. They didn't need to understand though. This was all his choice now.
"Let's take that bath together now."
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Vegas shed his own robe and draped it next to Pete's on the wheelchair. He helped Pete get to the stool and washed the stale sweat and other things from his skin. Every gesture was tender and reverent, ensuring that Pete was completely clean before guiding him into the steaming bath. He made quicker work washing himself off so he could settle into the bath behind Pete. Vegas wanted to be close to him, wanted to feel the reassuring weight of Pete leaning against his chest. That sort of intimacy was just as important to him as the sex.
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Finding the hand with the ring that was tied to his own, he threaded his fingers with Vegas and smiled. This was peaceful.
"I hope we have a really nice bath like this wherever we end up after this."
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"Maybe we'll get lucky and Kinn will find a place with a lot of space so it'll be more like we're living alone." He draped his free arm loosely around Pete's waist, letting his fingers trace meaningless patterns over his skin. "I know he's paying for everything, but do you want to get more involved with tryna to find this place?" He was asking for them, not implying Pete should be the one doing all the legwork on their behalf. "Tay thinks it's weird that I'm not offering up opinions on it."
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"We could live in a shack just the two of us and I'd be happy." He tilted his head back to smile at Vegas. "I'm pretty easy to please."
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He tilted his head to press his cheek against Pete's hair and then added, "Maybe we could have a little flat above the bar." As long as there was a place to sleep and a place to cook he could be happy like that with Pete. He thought. He might be a little too spoiled to give up all his luxuries.
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Though he did like the idea of living above the bar. The entire upper level could be all theirs. Maybe they could even have two places. Kinn's where they would live most of the time but when they wanted to get away they'd have the bar. It would be good for slipping away for quickies too.
"We could make it really nice. Maybe even stretch it out so it could be like a loft penthouse or something."
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"Home is wherever you are," Vegas mused. "Even if it's a five-star shack."
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But he just grinned and cuddled in closer. Resting his hand on the one over his waist, he let himself enjoy the feeling of fingers making patterns with no meaning on his skin. It was something that Vegas always did and it was soothing. Just endless little doodles with those fingertips. Made all the better because he knew it was because his husband needed contact with him too.
"You're my home too."
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But he wouldn't want anyone else handling that most vital organ. No one else could handle it with the right balance of care and toughness. There would never be anyone else for Vegas. It was Pete or nothing.
Just listening to Pete's voice, the simple cadence of those few words made him shiver from the sheer intensity of what he felt. He tightened his fingers twined with Pete's and pressed a soft kiss to his hair.
"I love you, Pete."
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Vegas wanted all of him though. The worst and best of him. Just like he wanted the worst and best of Vegas. The complete package. He wouldn't fear this man. He hadn't before and he didn't now.
His eyes closed at the kiss to his hair. The warmth and gratitude in it was so potent he could feel it even without the words for it.
"I love you too, Vegas."
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Vegas ran his hand up Pete's torso to lay over his chest, just above his heart. Feeling that steady rhythm set him at ease when his mind began to race, which was frequently since he'd been laid up until recently. Yes, the bath was nice, but sharing it with Pete was better. Everything was better with Pete. Vegas exhaled slowly and nuzzled his cheek against Pete's hair.
"Still can't believe we got married," he murmured, the awe evident in his voice. But so was the smile. Vegas truly expected to wake up at any time and realize it was all a dream. But he could feel the ring on Pete's finger that matched his own. How could it not be real?
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He couldn't believe it either. But the way they'd done it just felt so right. So perfect.
"When the hell in the Western Kingdom is over lets make sure that we throw a party. People will want to celebrate us. And Tay wasn't able to be here for what happened too. And I know he's really been wanting all of us to go out together." He laughed a bit. "Maybe we could have him plan it. I bet he'd love that."
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"It can be a combo: celebrating us and the end of whatever the hell is going on in the Western Kingdom." Maybe Kinn will have found a place by then and they could celebrate that, too. "It'll be nice to have some fun." Which isn't to say he hasn't been having fun with Pete, but Vegas was still a bit of a social creature. A night of music and dancing and drinks with the people closest to him sounds like a nice way to feel normal again.
"Promise to wear something sexy for me."
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