CHAPTER TWELVE: ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜʟᴇss

                                    

                                          
Two whole weeks since the accident with the Russian mafia, Pete is released from the hospital but not from the grasp of one Vegas Theerapanyakul, he and his caretakers have done nothing but coddling him at the Minor family's mansion like a child or a glass so fragile he'll break anytime, well technically he's broken physically, however a gunshot here and a broken bones and tissues there is not really enough to break him or his spirits in order to help fixing this mess. 
"Nop, I really want to help, besides if you need identifying all those scumbags, I'm the right person I know them all.", he insists while Nop guards the door to his room like the god of death's dog, Cerberus minus the two other heads of course. 
"Correction Hia, you knew them.", Macau smiles and sat next to him licking a popsicle and handing Nop one which refused so he gave it to Pete instead. 
"Knew? You mean...", he looked at Nop and Macau who nodded right away. 
"Tortured, burnt, shot, cremated or buried, you name it. All of them are dead." 
"Macau... I understand. I don't need the description." 
Pete facepalmed, knowing it is not news because its Vegas they messed with, surely all of them are dead. He's Hades incarnate after all. He couldn't help but think Vegas must've killed them when they left the hospital or ended their lives before he could even wake up. 
Vegas is with Kinn, Porsche, Kim and others at the Main Mansion and although he's Mr. Persephone locked in Hell, his Hades is nowhere to be found for three days now. 
Although they set the factories and hide outs on fire, Kinn and Vegas ordered important documents and products to be sealed away by the American counterparts or stolen in layman's term to their warehouse at least so they could profit from their revenge. Besides the Russian's have been betraying them with the French for a year now. 
The problem is, there are several big accounts missing from the list which they suspect are stolen, giving them in particular Vegas one massive headache. 
He swam at the pool after having dinner, overthinking what he could possibly do to make Vegas feel better because his shop isn't really a problem knowing Khun, Time and even Porsche look after their business. 
"What're you doing there, your wounds aren't completely healed, what if you catch a cold or worse-", Vegas extended his arm only to be dragged into the crystal clear waters with Pete laughing as he paddled away to the side. 
"Oh, you're going to regret being naughty dearest.", Vegas smugly smirked at pulled his waist, seductively licking his neck seeing Pete bare of any clothing. 
"Such a worrywart... I missed you.", Pete held Vegas close and pressed their lips together softly. He chuckled seeing the glasses float so he took it and wore it on Vegas again. 
"You look dashing in those glasses, sadly they're wet." 
"Oh wet... I like that.", cornering Pete's body, he took off his clothes and toss them aside, with eyes never leaving Pete's for a second. 
He caressed every inch of Pete, kissing his lips, ears, eyes, neck and chest with a hand stroking expertly on his core. He couldn't help but feel excited seeing Pete squirm on his grip, practically breathless as his tongue claim his once again, air leaving his lungs. 
Pete's body submitting to his lover's once more, burning with desire with each touch of his, every action that only he and he alone could ever be capable. 
Vegas guided Pete's hands to his own manhood, exceedingly aroused he couldn't properly hold its entirety, nevertheless he thrusted as his commanded. 
"V-Vegas, do you like it?.." , Pete whispers increasing the speed. 
Fingers caressed the side of his face as Vegas embraced him.
"I'm the one supposed to say that... You shouldn't be engaging with physical activities as far as I'm concerned." 
Vegas gave him a peck then distanced himself and climbed out of the pool where Nop was holding towels and bathrobes for both of them in a straightface meanwhile he's embarrassed as fuck. 
Nop helped him with his robe and exited with the discarded clothes and eyeglasses so he followed Vegas to their room and wondered why Vegas didn't continue having sex with him. 
He then glanced at himself at the mirror examining where his wounds are, they're not open anymore but still not completely healed. 
"We just touched... In fact you haven't slept with me this past few days... Is it because of my scars?" 
Vegas immediately paused wearing his night wear and turned around seeing Pete cry. He extended his arms and hugged Pete realizing what he's done. "No, love. Pete, no. You're gorgeous for me, very, scars or no scars. They're beautiful. You felt how hard I was earlier and still fucking am." 
Pete couldn't help but laugh seeing the bulge on his pyajamas. 
Vegas held him tighter and kissed his temples multiple times, "I've been wanting to sleep with you and touch you in any ways you can and can't imagine."
"Pete, you missed me right? Well, I missed you too but you've been hurt and I don't want to aggravate the situation." 
Pete nodded and hugged Vegas too and sat at the bed with his boyfriend dutifully drying his hair and carefully placing his shirt on with indescribable adoration. 
"Quit staring, you know I get uncomfortable..." 
"You're so cute when your eyes and nose get red, I can't help it." 
"You just love teasing me don't you?" 
"Yes, that I absolutely do, among other things..." , Vegas lustfully eyes on his thighs earning a smack from Pete. 
"I'm serious, I love you Pete, scars and all, with all my being.", he places a kiss on Pete's knuckles and had him lay down with him hugging his waist and Pete's head in his chest. 
"I love you too Vegas, so much. That's why I want to help you in any way I can and I don't want you to stop me.", he says with determination and as much as Vegas worries he knows that Pete is a willful soul he can't contain. 
"I thought curry was enough to keep you here? I don't want you ending up in the hospital" 
"Vegas, I'm serious...", he knows he can't end up unconscious again or hundreds of people will die in the hands of the beast beside him and he doesn't want that, he wants to minimize bloodshed if necessary.
"Vegas, love... I'll have you with me now. I won't be reckless." 
Vegas sighs and shrugs. 
"Fine. Okay, I agree, but..." 
Of course you can't deal with the devil unless you exchange a favor. 
"But what?" 
Vegas placed his hand on Pete's back, tracing his spine causing a tingly sensation in his skin before nibbling on his neck. 
"Call me love again.", Pete stared at him hoping for a much harder mission of sort but seeing how he is indeed serious, he grinned and bit Vegas back, hands carefully travelling from his chest down to his stomache and inside his pyajamas, moan escaping his lips. 
"Is that really all you want?", Pete teases as he took off his shirt and sat a top of Vegas who couldn't resist but place his hands on his waist. 
"Pete, you're making it hard for me to resist.", breathing deeply he halts Pete's hands.
"Well, don't resist at all? Please?" 
He couldn't help it anymore and agreed, he wants him bad too. 
Vegas took a packet from his table and parted Pete's legs in a swift motion. "Pete, I'll promise to be gentle." 
"Love... You don't have to."