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After meeting with the major family, Vegas just wanted to go home. Macau had promised to feed the hedgehogs, but 15-year-old little brothers couldn't be trusted to have any follow through even if the promise was sincerely made. Maybe Vegas was just paranoid. He felt too responsible for the spiny creatures, a gift from his father that felt like just one more responsibility—one more potential failure. His father gave gifts like grenades with a string attached to the pin, and you never knew when he would pluck it out.
But Tawan had seen him when he entered the club, and now he was obligated to stay. Tawan might have information for him. Either that he just wanted sex, which for Vegas was the price you paid for information. Vegas was prepared to play the long game, and keeping Tawan wrapped around his dick was essential for that.
The twink leaning on the bar next to Tawan was new though. Vegas allowed himself a brief glance at the artful mess of hair and the slim taper of his back before turning his attention back to Tawan.
Before Vegas could approach, smirk already in place, Kinn breezed past him to take his place beside Tawan. He crowded around him, pressing Tawan’s side into the bar to reach around him for his martini. Tawan met Vegas' gaze over Kinn's shoulder and flicked his eyes meaningfully at the slumped kid next to him.
Oh. Oh.
Tawan had information for him. He'd also gotten him a treat.
Vegas walked up to bar, positioning himself so the twink was between him and Tawan. Kinn frowned, clearly hoping that he was done dealing with Vegas for the night and resenting his proximity. Vegas didn’t want to spend any more time with Kinn than he had to, but he could at least delight in his obvious annoyance. The kid turned around, clumsy, and bewildered—but oh very pretty—and stared at Vegas.
"Can I help you?" He would have sounded so haughty if not for the alcohol turning him petulant. Vegas bet he was a brat in bed. He gave him a predatory smile, taking in the way his cheeks flushed, then turned his attention to Tawan.
"Who's your friend?"
Kinn rolled his eyes in disgust. Vegas grinned.
"Say hello to Vegas, Todd," Tawan said, with an indulgent smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Todd seemed to deeply resent being spoken to like a child, because his entire body went rigid, and his face contorted into a scowl. Despite the color still high on his cheeks, he only gave Vegas a terse nod before turning away from him. What an uptight little baby. If Vegas had more energy to spare, he might have wanted to toy with him a bit. He needed to keep this short though.
Thankfully, one thing Kinn could be counted on for, was being possessive of his things and being dismissive of Vegas. Bored with the conversation already, Kinn wrapped himself tighter around Tawan and started kissing his neck and collar bone. Vegas watched Tawan catch Todd's eye with an apologetic wince, before Kinn came up to capture his lips. Todd very deliberately twisted back around to look at Vegas.
"I'm not drunk enough," he said. He looked so put out. It was actually kind of cute.
Vegas slid his drink over, leaned in close and said in English, "Let me help you with that."
Ten minutes later, he'd manhandled Todd into the bathroom. Todd was less drunk but more pliant than Vegas anticipated. He went easily into the bathroom stall and gave Vegas a cleared eyed appraising look that made Vegas' hand pause on the lock.
"I thought I'd be doing this with Tawan, but I guess he had other plans," Todd said in a flat voice. He looked like he was trying to smirk but couldn't quite manage it. Though they could only be a few years apart, there was a youthfulness in the wideness of Todd’s eyes that was jarring to Vegas. The disappointed downturn of his mouth seemed fresh, like the kid hadn’t gone through a lifetime of hurt. Vegas, much to his alarm, felt a bit sorry for the kid, and that alone enraged him.
He wasn't here to sooth some crybaby. It wasn't his fault that Todd had fallen for one of Tawan's stupid games. He sneered and crowded in close, bracketing Todd between his arms. He noted the way Todd's breath caught and his pupils dilated.
"And you're okay with being used?" Vegas said, grasping Todd's jaw, twisting his head back and forth. Todd whimpered and gave a weak twitch in protest. Vegas slid a thumb into his mouth. "Maybe you're hoping he'll use you when I'm done. I think you like this, right? You like having your decisions made for you."
Todd thrashed harder, biting Vegas' thumb. Vegas withdrew his hand with chuckle and placed it at the base of Todd's throat with enough force that the boy stilled.
"Touched a nerve, did I?" Without waited for an answer, he kissed Todd like he wanted to devour him, and, predictably, Todd melted against him. Vegas would've liked a bit more fight, but this was business. Everything would go smoother if Todd was quiet and easy. Vegas gripped Todd’s jaw, forcing his mouth open. He moaned into Vegas’ mouth. Vegas pulled away to kiss along his jaw and neck. He tightened his grip around Todd's throat experimentally. When Todd's knees buckled, he tamped down the urge to laugh and roll his eyes.
Vegas slammed him against the stall, enjoying the wild look in Todd’s eyes, before attacking his neck with his teeth. He worked his way down. He appreciated Tawan's forethought in undoing most of the buttons. He bit and sucked a trail of bruises down Todd's neck and collar bones. He yanked at Todd's shirt, popping a button off. He let his hands roam over his body, noting with satisfaction every moan or a gasp he elicited from the younger man. He didn't particularly care about Todd's pleasure, but he did take pride in his work. It was always useful to know what made people come undone.
He left off biting Todd's chest, returning to kissing his mouth. He wound his hands in Todd's luscious hair and pulled. Todd groaned—God, he was so predictable. Vegas smirked against his lips, then kissed him deeply. He let his other hand wander down Todd's body, squeezing and caressing his waist and hips and ass. Todd bucked his hips forward to give Vegas easier access. Vegas slid his hand behind him squeezing hard, grasping at either butt cheek until—there. He slid his tongue into Todd's mouth, yanking his hair down and back in a way that was painful enough to distract from his fingers slipping into Todd's back pocket to grab the USB stick Tawan had put there earlier in the night.
Tawan was a whore and psychopath, but he was also capable of being quite clever. Vegas was almost impressed.
He kept kissing Todd, bringing his hands up to caress his face, taking care to drop the USB stick in his own pocket on the way up. Todd was none the wiser, leaning into Vegas like he'd die without his touch, pressing his hips urgently against Vegas' crotch. Vegas could feel the outline of Todd’s phone in his front pocket pressing painfully into his thigh. His phone that was now buzzing like he'd received a string of text messages. Todd reeled back as if struck. He looked absolutely debauched with his hair a mess, his shirt ripped open, and his lips kiss swollen and pouting guiltily.
"Sorry I have—I have to answer this." The boy was slurring worse now, like kissing Vegas had tipped him over the edge of tipsy into drunk. Vegas watched him stumble out of the bathroom stall, scrambling for his phone. He went to follow him, but he met Tawan coming around the corner, looking over his shoulder at Todd's retreating frame. He turned to face Vegas and the pity in his eyes turned to hunger.
"That kid's going to get eaten alive." Vegas said before he could stop himself. He didn't know why he cared. He didn't care actually. Todd wasn't that much older than Macau, but he wasn't that much younger than Vegas. He should know better. He did know, an ugly little voice that sounded like Vegas's father supplied, He knew that you didn't want him. That Tawan was using him for something. He walked right in here and said you'd better be ready make this worth my time. You’d better be ready to make my pain worth it. He's just like you. Vegas mentally gave himself a shake.
Tawan gave him an ugly smile. "That was kind of the point darling. You had fun though? You got it?"
Vegas nodded. It was time for him to leave before Kinn noticed something was amiss. He stepped forward, pausing right next to Tawan's ravenous gaze.
He said in English, "When you kiss his bruises think of me, all right?" Tawan shuddered visibly and Vegas made his escape.
On his way out of the club he noted Kinn sitting sullenly at the bar, staring into his whiskey like it could tell him how to be a better mob boss. He saw Todd, swaying near the pool table, taking a selfie, his hickeys still glistening with Vegas' spit. He didn't know what else Tawan had planned for him, but he didn't care to find out. He wanted to go home, make sure Macau hadn’t killed his pets, hole up in his room and jerk off to the image of someone trusting him to hurt them the way they wanted to be hurt.