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Pete ground his teeth together as Sorn flashed him a smile, an arm resting far too casually on Vegas’ shoulders. All while his supposed partner did nothing to stop him. Pete understood that the deal was important but if Vegas did not tell this guy to knock it off soon Pete would punch that stupid smile right off his face.
“Hey, Pete was it?” Sorn said far too casually, not affording Pete any of the respect that he deserved. Vegas tensed a little, the only sign that he cared.
“Yes.” Pete nodded shortly. “Who were you again?”
“Pete.” Vegas said quietly. Oh, really? He was actually chastising Pete, when their guest was the one being rude? Sorn was still touching Vegas. Pete wanted to tear that arm off.
“I don’t blame you for not knowing, you weren’t here when I used to come around.” Sorn looked at Vegas as if they were sharing an inside joke. Macau stood still at Pete’s side. He could sense the young man’s fury. At least one of the brothers cared. “Anyway Vegas, you would never guess what I came across last night. I thought you might appreciate a small trip down memory lane!” Sorn’s voice dripped with fake excitement as he pulled out his phone.
“Sorn…” Finally there was a touch of warning in Vegas’ voice. Sadly it was far too late. A few taps on the screen later and Sorn was playing a video. Pete could not quite see what was on it but he certainly heard it. Loud moans and grunts came from the device, clearly coming from two people. Of course Pete recognised the source of one of those noises, who was now looking straight at him with fear.
“How dare you!” To everyone’s surprise it was Macau who acted first. Pete clenched his fists and turned on his heel and left. He heard Vegas calling his name but he ignored it and stormed straight to their bedroom. He blindly grabbed some clothes and tossed them in a bag, moving fast enough that he was about to leave by the time Vegas caught up with him.
“Baby - “
“No.”
“Baby, please -”
“NO.” Pete shouted. He took a deep breath and centered himself. “I am going to leave, you are not going to follow me. Otherwise I might ruin your very important business deal by killing the ex that you did not bother to tell me about.”
“Pete, he is not an ex. Not like that.” Vegas tried to explain desperately.
“Fine. Someone you used to fuck then. And record yourself fucking. Even better.” Pete spat bitterly. “I have had to watch him touching you all day and now I find out you used to fuck him?”
He was shaking with anger and embarrassment. “So, as I said before, I am going to leave now before I do something I will regret. Do not follow me.” Pete finally spared a glance for Vegas who looked absolutely stricken. He allowed a mockery of a smile to stretch across his face and reached out to put a hand on Vegas’ cheek, the other man leaning into the touch instinctively. “I really hope that the deal was worth it love.” He patted his lover’s cheek and left with his head held high.
His anger carried him all the way to the Theerapanyakun compound. Thankfully he was let in without a fuss and he asked one of the guards to page Porsche. It took no time at all for his friend to come rushing out the front doors, smiling wide and happily greeting him. That was all it took for Pete to finally break down in tears, Porsche hurriedly pulling him into his arms.
Porsche was easily Pete’s best friend. Sure, he had been close with both Arm and Pol, but he and Porsche had clicked so well. Porsche was the only person who could really understand Pete’s relationship with Vegas and the unique difficulties it posed.
Porsche took in Pete’s tears and his overstuffed bag and dragged him inside the compound and straight to a guest room. “What happened?” Porsche asked seriously once the door was closed behind them. Pete threw his bag roughly on the ground and ran a hand through his hair.
“Vegas had someone over for an ‘important’ deal. He was all over Vegas, and Vegas allowed it.” Pete started, “Then, he started talking about ‘old times’ and whipped out a fucking sex tape the two of them made! I didn’t even know they had hooked up, Vegas didn’t tell me!”
“Jesus. He didn’t tell you this guy was an ex?” Porsche asked incredulously.
“Apparently not an ex, a ‘fling’.” Pete spat, doing air quotes with his fingers.
“Stupid mob bosses thinking it doesn’t count if they only fucked.” Porsche said darkly. Right, Pete should have remembered that Porsche had experienced something similar. At least he knew about the ex beforehand and wasn’t blindsided like Pete was!
“I’m so embarrassed. I bet everyone knew but me. And then to have to hear that…” Porsche pulled Pete into a tight hug and rubbed his back.
“You can stay here for as long as you need.”
“Thank you.”
Porsche pulled away and smiled deviously. “Let me know if you want some payback. I’m sure we can think of something.”
“What do you do when Khun Kinn messes up?”
“Oh, I just act like the professional bodyguard I was always supposed to be. It drives him crazy. So does the lack of sex.”
Pete finally laughed. “I think Vegas will go mad if I ignore him but…” Pete was a bad person apparently because he wanted to punish Vegas even further. He thought about what Vegas would do if the situation was reversed but… the situation would never be reversed because: a) Pete would not disrespect his lover like that, and b) Vegas had already killed his only real ex and Pete had no doubt he would happily kill his past one night stands before they even got in Pete’s vicinity again.
Vegas was a jealous man after all.
Maybe…
“Looks like you have an idea.” Porsche said, watching the smile that spread on Pete’s face. “Anything I can help with?”
“Actually, I think there is something.” Pete explained his half formed thoughts and Porsche just nodded along with a devious grin.
“I think we can work with that. Better yet, I believe I can get Kinn involved too.”
Kinn was in fact all in with the plan. Porsche had swept into his office - Pete in tow - and started demanding retribution for how his cousin had treated Porsche’s best friend. Kinn was already agreeing before he even heard the details. He even added a few suggestions, clearly eager to pay Vegas back for his attempts at snagging Porsche all those years ago.
It was quite nice to have co-conspirators for once.
Vegas scowled and watched as the server poured his Cabernet Sauvignon before practically fleeing. He picked up the glass and sipped, not even enjoying his favourite wine. The VIP section of his club was not nearly as pleasant without Pete by his side and Vegas cursed the business meeting that he was here for.
It would take all of his effort to avoid stabbing the man he was meeting here, but Vegas remembered Macau’s words before he left.
“Don’t make P’Pete stay away for longer by fucking up this meeting. He will be even angrier if you do!” Macau was pouting, mad at Vegas for driving Pete away with his stupidity. Vegas tried to reassure him that he would take the meeting seriously but his baby brother just scoffed and stomped off.
All Vegas wanted was to track down Pete and bring him back home so that he could properly apologise but doing so would only drive his lover further away. It rattled Vegas to wait but there was little else he could do. He looked around the club to see if he could spot the man who was coming to meet him and thought he was hallucinating for a moment.
There was Pete, hair brushed up out of his face. He was dressed in a sheer black button up shirt that Vegas could have sworn belonged to Tankhun. Vegas swallowed heavily, barely holding himself back from going over to Pete and holding him close. That was when he realised that Pete was not alone.
Pete could freely admit that both Porsche and Kinn looked hot. Kinn was wearing an ombre black to red suit and Porsche was complimenting him with a silk red shirt and black pants. Pete was pretty sure the silk shirt belonged to Kinn as well. Kinn had chosen his outfit too and Pete had squirmed under the twin approving stares the couple had given him.
“He’s seen us.” Porsche whispered under his breath. Pete nodded, unsurprised. The only reason he had not looked over to the section he knew Vegas was inhabiting was because he was worried that he would not be able to maintain his facade if he did. A small rush of nerves hit Pete then, but it was the good kind.
“Do you want to start with some drinks?” Porsche asked. Despite what they had discussed Pete blinked at how close his best friend was.
“Yes.” Pete nodded.
“Come then.” Kinn led their trio to the bar, his men clearing space on one side for them to sit uncrowded. Porsche ordered for all of them, flirting as easily as he breathed with the bartender who took it with a knowing grin. Pete guessed that bartenders had some sort of secret code based entirely off flirting.
Pete was soon served a margarita. He licked the rim and drank, Porsche plucking the glass away when he had taken a sip. With a wicked grin Porsche deliberately licked over the same spot Pete had before drinking too. Pete blushed. A subtle cough got his attention and Pete turned to his other side to see Kinn with a brow raised.
“Sorry - “ Despite their earlier agreement Pete was a bit scared that Kinn would be angry about the flirting but his former boss cut him off quickly by pressing a thumb to the corner of his lips. He let it linger before swiping at the skin softly.
“You had some salt there.” He said calmly. Pete almost jumped out of his skin when Porsche put his head on his shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“Don’t tease him Kinn.”
“Drink your cocktail Pete. We have some dancing to do and you might need to loosen up a bit.” Kinn said knowingly. Pete obediently drank his margarita while the other two enjoyed their own drinks.
“Vegas looks like he is about to implode.” Porsche chuckled in his ear. Pete grinned as if he had heard a funny joke.
“Are you comfortable taking this a bit further?” Kinn asked. Pete could tell he was serious. It made him feel safe, like his former boss had his back.
“I am. Are you both?” Pete asked as he deliberately leant back into Porsche’s hold. The partners shared a look and both shared their assent.
With all parties agreed the trio moved to the dancefloor. Pete was surprised when Kinn quickly pulled him close, his hands possessively settling on his hips. Suddenly Pete was looking up into Kinn’s dark eyes, much closer to him than he had ever been before. Getting with the program Pete wound his arms around Kinn’s neck and let those hands guide the movement of his hips.
Another warm body slithered up behind Pete and he laughed as Porsche lay his hands over Kinn’s. “Everyone is looking at us.” His hot breath tickled Pete’s ear and he shuddered. Kinn lay his hot gaze on Porsche and Pete could feel Porsche’s smirk against his neck.
The three of them moved together like that as the songs bled into each other. The rhythm of the music guided them but Pete felt like he was floating outside of his body. Porsche and Kinn’s hands felt like hot brands, telling him how to move his hips. Even though Pete knew it was in his head, he could feel the burning of Vegas’ gaze on him. He did not let himself seek out his lover’s eyes, instead losing himself in the music.
It was fun and heady, and Pete could tell his friends were enjoying themselves too. “Do you want to see if we can push Vegas over the edge?” Kinn had to speak loudly to be heard over the din.
“Yes.” Pete grinned.
“Do it Kinn.” Porsche said. With a wicked smile Kinn leant in and nuzzled Pete’s neck in an incredibly intimate way.
Loud cries and the sound of smashing glass could suddenly be heard through the club, breaking Pete out of the haze he had been in. He put some distance between himself and Kinn and spoke clearly. “That is my cue. You two enjoy your night together. Make a mess of one of Vegas’ bathrooms for me.” He said with a wink.
“You sure you want to go back with him?” Porsche asked. Pete felt warm at the concern from his friend.
“Don’t worry. I can handle Vegas.”
Vegas breathed heavily, looking around at the broken remains of his table and his terrified prospective business partner. Suddenly the man had Kinn’s face and Vegas wanted to curb stomp that smug grin into the ground.
No.
He should kill Kinn.
He couldn’t kill Kinn.
He should fucking kill Kinn.
Vegas had been forced to watch from afar as Pete laughed and danced with Porsche and Kinn, the two men holding Pete possessively close. Had the pair been angling for a threesome with Pete? Did Pete know, or was he going to be blindsided when the offer came?
Kinn touched Pete. Kinn’s face had been so close to the delicate skin of Pete’s neck. Vegas needed to destroy something more than furniture if he was to feel better. Before he could take out his frustrations on the cowering man in front of him, none other than the object of his devoted obsession slid into view.
“Pete.” Vegas whispered. Pete was in front of him. Was he real? Had Vegas finally gone mad with fury?
“Vegas.” That was Pete, only he pronounced Vegas’ name like that. His voice was soft but his face was set in stone. “Take me out of here.”
Vegas could do nothing but obey. He wanted Pete out of this club and away from the two men who wanted to sway him away from Vegas. Pete quietly conversed with the guards who had accompanied Vegas to the club and it was thanks to him that they made it home.
Vegas regained his wits when he realised they were safely inside their bedroom - his sanctuary. It took him a moment but he was soon pushing Pete against the door and covering his neck with biting kisses, determined to do away with Kinn’s touch.
“Vegas!” Pete’s voice snapped him out of his daze and Vegas pulled away. “After everything, that is how you greet me?” Pete looked decidedly unimpressed.
“I - I’m sorry. I’m so sorry baby.” Vegas repeated in English. “I fucked up, I did. It seemed easier to pretend that Sorn was nothing but a business partner.”
“And you just expected me to let him treat me like shit? Macau said something before you did.”
Pete crossed his arms. Vegas despaired, all anger from earlier gone and replaced with panic. “I know, I just didn’t know what to do.”
“You wanted to kill Kinn just before, didn’t you?” Pete asked. Vegas burnt white hot at the reminder.
“Of course I did.”
“And if I had an ex - sorry, a ‘fling’ - here, and he was all over me… What would you have done?”
“I would have killed them.” Without hesitation, Vegas thought.
“Then why is there a double standard? Why am I expected to be polite while you get to kill anyone who looks at me too long?”
“You wanted to kill Sorn?” Vegas asked.
“As soon as he touched your shoulder I wanted to rip his fucking hands clean off.” Pete snarled.
“I didn’t realise you felt so - that you felt like that.”
“Why wouldn’t I? You are mine .”
“I am. I am yours, yours only. No one else matters to me.” Vegas tried to reassure his lover despite how his head was spinning.
It had not crossed Vegas’ mind that Pete felt possessive of him as well - at least not with the same intensity. Pete just kept it better hidden. “Do you want to kill Sorn? I have him restrained in the cells for the disrespect he showed you.”
“Hmm. What if I want to watch you do it?” Pete asked.
“I will. I will kill him however you want, baby.” Vegas felt strangely giddy. For all that he knew Pete understood his nature, it felt good to have it acknowledged so openly. Pete wanted to watch Vegas dole out vengeance on his behalf, and Vegas wanted to repent.
“Good. We will do that later.” Pete said with an intense look. “For now, I want you on the bed.”