hey everyone, its been a hot minute but I've been having a crazy time. between real life I've been watching all kinds of asian dramas and getting into different kpop groups, both of which have inspired this one shot so buckle up

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Vegas ran his free hand through his hair as he walked down the hallway leading to his bedroom, his other hand holding a glass of red wine. He had been downstairs enjoying dinner with his brother Macau and the minor family bodyguards, and now that the sun was setting he wanted to return to his room… He had something waiting for him.

After being shot several times in the chest it had taken months before he was back to full health. In those same months, Porsche had proved he was better off by Kinn's side, and not as head of the minor family, something which both Kinn and Porsche had returned to Vegas. It hadn't taken long for them to realize that while Porsche had done well as a bodyguard, and had shown some talent in ruling. He wasn't good enough to do it alone, and in fact, ended up complimenting Kinn as head of the major family instead.

So once Vegas had completed his physical therapy and been given the all-clear by his doctors the couple was more than happy to return the gold ring to its rightful owner. Someone who they now knew they could trust. Vegas without his father's poisonous influence and with Pete by his side, while he wasn't a whole new person, he had changed. For the better. Pete had done so much to help the broken man, his love and unwavering support had allowed Vegas to be more himself than he had ever been allowed to be.

As he got closer to his bedroom the sound of whimpers could be heard fairly in the air, Vegas couldn't help but smile darkly as he heard the noises coming from his room. Stopping outside his door, making sure his footsteps were heard, he waited and was rewarded with a broken whine that came through the closed door loud and clear to his ears. With a quiet chuckle, Vegas slowly opened his door, the red lights inside streaming into the dark hallway as he walked into his bedroom before the hallway was once again dark as he shut the door behind him.

Before Vegas' eyes was a wonderful sight. Pete chained to his bed. Eyes covered by a blindfold, body chained down, member hard and leaking on his stomach, cock ring keeping him hard and writhing in the large bed.

"V-vegasss," Pete whined aimlessly into the room, hoping that he wasn't hearing things and that Vegas had returned. It has been at least two hours since the man had left him to go down to dinner. Two hours of being tormented by the vibrating plug in his ass, chained down, unable to do anything besides take the pleasure until it hurt, no end or escape in sight.

"Has my pet behaved himself," Vegas questioned without expecting an answer. "Have you been enjoying yourself, my pet?"

Setting down the wine glass on the bedside table after taking a sip he pulled his phone out, tapping on the Bluetooth app that controlled the vibrating plug a few times before turning it off for a moment then setting his phone aside as well.

"Do you feel good my pet," Vegas asked as he leaned down over Pete, allowing his breath to brush over Pete's mouth before giving the crying man a harsh kiss, biting deeply into his lips.

"Vegas, p-please… so good, please," Pete panted out brokenly, completely out of breath as if he had just been running for Chan as part of his bodyguard training. "Please, I want to cum… please fuck me…"

"I don't know my Pete… what if I don't think you've had enough," Vegas touched his phone's screen again, listening as the toy turned back on with a loud buzz.

"Vegas," Pete screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice breaking under the pleasure.

"Ok my pet," said Vegas as he turned off the plug after a few minutes of watching Pete buck and squirm on the bed for him, licking the tears off his cheeks as they escaped the soaked blindfold.

With the plug off Vegas turned off his phone before running a hand through Pete's sweat-damp hair, grasping the strands as he gave Pete another bruising kiss before taking the blindfold off.

Pete's eyes were unfocused, and dark as Vegas looked into his tear-filled eyes, enjoying the overwhelmed look on his love's face. Vegas loved looking at Pete this way, especially now. While he got what he wanted in the end Vegas often thought about their time at the safehouse, and while Vegas was never going to be the type of person who enjoyed vanilla sex, he was so happy that their relationship had survived the rocky and honestly horrible beginning.

He was right about one thing from those days, it was much more fun when Pete gave in, gave himself to Vegas willingly. Now their relationship was strong, real. Pete wasn't going to leave, Vegas wasn't going to hurt Pete, unless Pete asked for it. They weren't two broken people anymore. They had cracks, and sometimes they felt broken again, but they had each other now and had someone by their side who could help them put each other back together.

Tonight wasn't one of those times. Tonight was for fun… Like how Kinn had Porsche by his side, how they ruled together, Vegas had Pete. Except he hadn't.

For the past week, Pete had been helping the major family. As one of the best bodyguards either family had, Porsche and Kinn, had asked for Pete's help in a major mission outside of Bangkok. Vegas hadn't been able to accompany them, having to watch over the minor families' operation with two major deals coming up that he couldn't get away. And even if he didn't have his own things he was asked to backup Kim while Kinn and Porsche were away.

While the singer hadn't wanted to be involved he was a better option than Thankun. The oldest brother would have thrown a fit and probably gotten someone killed if he tried to help and replace Kinn for a week. So Kim was picked, not that he was happy about it, but Big was there to encourage Kim's cooperation. But mostly the older man just stopped Kim from being a brat to everyone.

It had been a general consensus that Big was a much better partner for Kim than Chay after they had seen how he was able to match KIm's energy and keep his bratty and controlling actions under control. Not that they would find out what their relationship would look like. Kim had broken Chay's trust so well that the soft boy was too hurt to consider giving Kim a second chance.

Honestly, each of the Theerapanykun men had their own set of complex problems. Korn had hurt each of his sons with his mental games and control, while Kan had taken a hands-on approach in hurting Macau and Vegas, Vegas taking the brunt of his fathers rage. But out of the five of them, Macau had come out the most normal, and even then his anger was balanced out by Chay's calm and innocent nature. Even though Kim had hurt him deeply, Chay had no trouble falling for and trusting Macau, which was just another reason for the major and minor families to completely reconcile, healing their distrust and stopping the mutual destruction they were heading for.

Unfortunately, this meant he had to share Pete. Not often, but often enough that Pete would go to help Porsche and Kinn. The last mission that Pete had just returned from was only supposed to last five days, that was nine days ago and Pete had only just returned a few hours ago. After a quick shower with Vegas, Pete found himself in his current situation. Plug tormenting him and holding him open, cock ring keeping his torment from ending too soon, Vegas' favorite set of wrist and ankle cuffs keeping him in place, and a blindfold to keep him guessing how long he would be waiting.

Vegas ran a hand down Pete's body, tracing the lines of his body as Pete's chest moved harshly under his hand, breathing wildly as he wondered what his dom would do next.

"Color?" Vegas asked as he circled a finger around the plug where it held Pete open.

"Green," Pete groaned, tugging at his wrists, wishing he could be touching Vegas.

After their disastrous time in the safehouse over a year ago they knew they couldn't continue their relationship without treating each other with the love and care they both deserved. It wasn't a tough choice for the pair. Pete was a classic masochist and Vegas a classic sadist, but neither knew how to navigate their inclinations in a safe and healthy way. It had taken time, research, and some hands-on trial and error before they decided they could safely play together. Not that they were perfect, or claimed to be, but neither had had to use red since the beginning. They still knew they had a long way to go, but for now, they were able to love and play without the fear of hurting each other further.

"What a slut," Vegas taunted as he gripped the plug and slowly twisted it, pushing the end into Pete's prostate as he did, before lightly pulling at it.

A loud whine was all he got in response as he chuckled as watched more precum bead out of Pete's red and sore-looking cock.

"Do you want to cum my pet," Vegas questioned as he put his mouth on Pete's chest, licking around a nipple before biting it sharply. "Do you think you deserve to cum yet?"

"Please, Vegas… please," was all Pete could get out, his voice rough and broken after hours of screaming alone as Vegas had turned the plug on and off, tormenting him from the courtyard as he enjoyed dinner.

"I suppose I can be a nice owner tonight… We haven't played in over a week though… I think that means I deserve to cum first my pet," says Vegas as he stands back from the bed to remove his clothing, starting with the blood-red silk shirt he was wearing. Vegas unbuttoned each button slowly enjoying the look in Pete's eyes as he looked at Vegas's chest, eyes releasing more tears onto his already wet face.

The skin-tight black pants he was wearing followed the shirt into a pile on the floor before he grabbed the half-used bottle of lube that was waiting for him on the night stand as he crawled onto the bed and between Pete's spread legs. Once he was kneeling Vegas got an idea and grabbed the almost empty glass of wine and poured the remaining red liquid on Pete's chest before he leaned down to lick the wine off of Pete's salty skin, dragging out his torment until there was no wine left before continuing with his original mission. Taking the plug Vegas slowly pulled in from Pete's body, making sure to twist it and push it back in a few times, listening to Pete make delicious sounds before taking pity on his pet and removing the plug completely. The plug itself wasn't huge but it had been big enough to reach Pete's prostate and leave him slightly stretched open so he wouldn't require more prep when Vegas finally decided to enter Pete.

Vegas quickly covered a few fingers in lube after dropping the plug on the bed and pushed two fingers into Pete quickly, enjoying the moan Pete gave as he tightened down on Vegas' fingers, enjoying the feeling of Vegas inside him. After a quick brush to Pete's prostate Vegas scissored his fingers a few times before adding a third and giving Pete the last bit of stitching he would need before pulling his fingers out, making sure to not touch Pete's prostate again with his fingers. Another squeeze of lube across his dick and Vegas was ready and positioned himself at Pete's entrance. Leaning over Pete's body to give Pete a deep, breath-stealing kiss before pushing in and bottoming out. He enjoyed the gasp Pete gave and took the opportunity to shove his tongue in Pete's mouth, deepening the kiss until Pete needed to breathe again and pulled away to bite at Pete's neck.

Vegas made it his mission to give Pete as many hickies as he could while he slowly began to rock into Pete's body, pulling out just a little before pushing back in. Of course, those wouldn't be the only bruises on Pete's body after tonight. After over a week apart Vegas was determined to cover Pete's body in bruises, to remind Pete and Vegas of who Pete belonged to. Hickies, the bruises that would no doubt be on his wrists and ankle despite the anti-bruise cuffs, and the handprints on Pete's waist that Vegas was giving him with the grip he had on Pete's waist.

Desperation slowly wore away at Vegas and he began to fuck into Pete at a faster and rougher pace, no longer able to give Pete the slow torment he had planned at the beginning of the night. The closer he got the more rough and uncoordinated Vegas got, yet he still listened to Pete's body, the way he was breathing, how he was clenching around Vegas that let him know that he was so close as well. Taking one hand away from Pete's waist he moved it to Pete's cock before speaking to Pete.

"I'm going to take it off, but you cannot cum… Understand pet?"

"Y-yes… p-pl-please," Pete stuttered, barely hanging on to consciousness.

"Good pet," said Vegas as he removed the cock ring from Pete, and instead of putting his free hand back on Pete's waist he moved it up Pete's body to his neck. As he sped up Vegas looped his hand around Pete's neck, digging his fingers into the soft skin of Pete's neck and squeezed tightly. "Cum now."

With the combination of being on the edge for hours, Vegas' order, and the feeling of Vegas choking him pulled Pete over the edge. His body straining against the restraints, eyes rolling backward as he cum painfully, his body finally allowed to give in as Vegas fucked him through his orgasm and through his own, Vegas filling Pete with cum, as Pete's own cun landed over both of their bodies.

As Vegas caught his breath and came back to himself he saw that Pete had passed out and laughed fondly and he pulled out of Pete and laid next to his lover as he calmed down from his own orgasm. He ran a hand over Pete's face like he was memorizing each part of Pete's features like if he didn't he would forget how Pete looked. Vegas had known since not long after they had gone to the safe house that Pete was everything to Vegas, that Pete had become his sole reason for living, and while he could acknowledge that it wasn't the healthiest realization he didn't care, he had his reason for living, that was enough for Vegas.

After catching his breath and making sure he could stand without meeting the floor, Vegas stumbled into the adjoining master bathroom and gathered a wet washcloth and a towel before returning to Pete and cleaning off Pete's body. Once he was as clean as he could be and uncuffed Vegas moved away from the bed to get a cold bottle of water and a few snacks from the mini-fridge they kept stalked in their bedroom for after an intense night like tonight. Setting the water and food on the nightstand Vegas got in bed with Pete, pulling a sheet over them as he curled around Pete's still unconscious body, waiting for Pete to wake up so he could care for him always made Vegas feel whole. The knowledge that he was doing the right thing for his love always soothed Vegas's broken soul.

When Pete's eyes finally opened Vegas and Pete smiled at each other, so unbelievably happy to be together again.

The End