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It didn't take long before Pete realized whatever Vegas was injecting him with made him sleepy, it had been a few days after he had given Vegas the password to his apartment and phone and he started to get curious.
Vegas would be around a lot less often and if he was around, he would be busy on his computer. Pete was thankfully free of the ropes around his arms, but still chained to the bed. He could walk around the room, but couldn't reach the door or windows which were high up and blocked off.
One day, the older man came in later than he usually did, it was pitch black, maybe around 1am and Pete was already in bed trying to fall asleep. He didn't want to deal with him, so he pretended to sleep after hearing the door open.
After the door opened, silence. Pete couldn't hear Vegas move, it's as a ghost came in. He kept his eye shut in hope that he'll fall asleep, but without the medication he struggled falling asleep. Pete felt like eyes were burning into his skull, it was killing him.
--» " V..egas? "
Pete sat up and reached for the lamp next to him to turn on, but was met with a body instead. He screamed, it was dark and he fell back into bed and a laugh could be heard coming from the darkness.
--« " Were you trying to ignore me? Why aren't you asleep "
It was just Vegas, nobody else. Pete took a deep breath and sat back up in bed.
--» " No... I can't sleep, I.. Want that stuff, you know? The stuff you give me before I sleep. "
--« " That's just to calm you down, you'll get addicted if we keep it up. "
--» " I need it.. Please? "
The lamp was now turned on and Vegas stood in a white shirt that had splatters of red coating it and his arms. His shirt looked like it was made for a Halloween costume with how realistic the blood looked.
--» " Y-you're bleeding! "
Pete was quick to rush over to find and treat any open wound, but Vegas wasn't the source of the blood splatters. When he realized that the man was visibly alright, he froze.
--» " What did you do?.. "
--« " A gift, for you. "
Vegas smiled and placed a kiss on the youngers temple and walked out of the room. What was Pete meant to do? Who did the blood belong to? How was he meant to sleep after this? Pete sat still and refused to go back to sleep, he kept the light on to even prevent him from sleeping. Waiting for the other to come back, and he did.
2 hours? 3? Who knew. A creak could be heard from the door and Pete's head snapped up, he began drifting off which was a mistake. The door stayed in the same position and Vegas came in backwards, dragging something, no. Someone. He was clearly struggling and when Pete managed to stand up, Vegas had sat the bloodied body against the chair in the middle of the room where Pete once was bound.
--» " What the hell?! "
Pete stood up and stayed, waiting for any sort of word from Vegas. The body's back was facing him, so he couldn't get a good look at the face, but Vegas would change that. He started making his way towards Pete and all he could do was stand in place, frozen. Porsche always joked about having fight or flight instincts and how he himself would fight, but Pete never knew what he would do. This gave him his answer. He'd freeze.
--« " Come. "
Vegas reached his hand out for Pete to grab, but Pete didn't budge. He couldn't. He wanted to do something, but all he could do was stand still until a hand grabbed his and led him to the bloody body. Whoever it was, was clearly still alive because of the heavy breathing that could be heard. Before allowing Pete to see the person's face, he covered his eyes with his free hand, as if he was being presented a birthday gift.
--« " Surprise!! "
Vegas held Pete's hand tight and took his makeshift blind fold off. All Pete could do was stare at the mess below him, it was his lover all beat up. His head was gashed on one side, his face had scratch marks, his throat barely slit and had signs of strangulation. That wasn't even the end of it, he was spitting blood and his teeth were barely holding onto his gums. Pete turned around and vomited, he'd never seen such a sight.
--« " Who looks away from a gift? Much less vomits at a gift? You're not grateful, bunny? "
His hand was going numb at the amount of pressure the other was squeezing it at. Pete tried facing Vegas, but knowing that he did this made him sicker. Nothing came up from his throat except water and granola bars, that's all he was fed at night after all. He tried to hold it in, to not make Vegas mad but he couldn't help cry. His eyes were frosted over and Vegas let go of his hand and tried wiping his tears, but Pete could only fall to his knees and sob more. Watching his lover suffer in front of him.
Vegas kneeled beside Pete and started whispering 'sweet' nothings in his ear, erotic things.
--« " What if I fucked you in front of him? "
--« " Used his blood as lube.. "
--« " Took him apart and- "
--» " T-thank y...ou.. "
Vegas' threats stopped and he paused. Why was he thanking this man? He was free of Big now, but was in Vegas' hands. Which was worse? Either way someone would suffer. Vegas clearly wasn't happy if Pete wasn't, and Pete wasn't happy with Big. Pete felt at peace knowing Big was suffering.
--« " Stay. "
Vegas got up and pet Pete's head before leaving the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. Pete just sat and stared at Big, how bloody and foul he smelt. Is this what Vegas had been doing the whole time? The door creaked open and shut behind Vegas with a click.
Vegas tapped Pete on the shoulder and offered him a hammer, Pete hesitated and waited for the other to say something.
--« " Remember all the times he hurt you?
--« When he'd hit you like you were worthless,
--« do it Pete, hurt him ba-
Pete slammed the hammer on Big's ankles and kept slamming it. There was no rhythm or thought to it, he kept smashing the hammer into the other man. Grunts and whines could be heard from him as blood pooled and cracks could be heard. Vegas put his hands on Pete's shoulders, pulling him back and taking the hammer from him.
--« " Good boy. Don't you feel better? "
Vegas ruffled the youngers hair and started placing kisses on his neck. He didn't care that blood was splattered on his neck, he licked it and kept placing soft kisses as if nothing was there. Pete was still, frozen in place watching the mess he made. It felt good, but it hurt him, he grew up with Big and in the end hurting someone was never right.