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Kimhan wasn't lying when he said Christmas this year would be different.

This was the first Christmas the Theerapanyakuls would be spending without their fathers, thanks to Kimhan and Vegas. Well, technically, everyone had blood on their hands but the ones who were soaked in it were the two who had been spending the past two years on a secluded island, living in their own world.

The previous Christmas, with just Vegas and Kim in their new home was a hodgepodge of all the genres of Christmas movies — heartwarming, cheesy, slutty, and bloody too.

Bloody, yes. Something ticked off Vegas just an hour before Christmas Eve (it was Kimhan's incessant questioning of why they had no star on top of their tree, and just a bunch of acorns), and he threw the paring knife at Kimhan's direction. The latter, who was busy trying to replace the acorn bouquet with a makeshift star out of wires and excess fairy lights, was unable to dodge it in time and ended up getting sliced on his thigh. Kimhan growled in anger and Vegas shouted back and plates were being smashed and before they knew it, Vegas was pinned down below the mistletoe getting fucked out of his senses.

Slutty, you see.

Then came the dinner itself with a bandaged Kimhan and a fucked out Vegas. They were too tired to move to the dining area that they ended up just munching on the chicken and the salad in the living room while bundled up in a warm blanket by the fireplace with their hot chocolate steaming on the coffee table — heartwarming, yeah?

Most of all, cheesy, because after dinner, Kimhan carried Vegas who was wrapped in the blanket like a burrito, just to take him under the mistletoe and kiss him gently and softly like they hadn't just been coming for each other's throats an hour ago.

Cheesy because Kimhan kept repeating three words while peppering kisses all over the face and neck of a giggling Vegas.

"I love you."

Those were the same words Kimhan whispered into Vegas' ears before they entered the main house adorned with lights and Christmas decorations. Vegas tightened his grip on Kimhan's hand as they walked in, basking in the new warmth of the house, knowing the host was no longer the man who broke them both.

They were greeted by Porsche's excited shout, Porchay's squeal, and then Tankhun's shriek, and then Macau.

Macau who ran into Vegas' arms and hugged him tight while sobbing and scolding his brother for never returning his calls.

Macau who apologised for being a burden.

Macau who assured Vegas that he wasn't angry for what Vegas did. If anything, he felt relieved. And grateful. And proud. That finally, Vegas gave their father the ending he deserved.

Kimhan smiled fondly as tears formed in the corner of Vegas' eyes. He let his boyfriend's hand go so Vegas could hug his younger brother properly, before heading over to Kinn to greet him.

Kinn had been indifferent about his relationship with Vegas at most, despite feeling grateful for them for doing the dirty job—the questionable means to get to the end. And Kimhan understood him. It's not easy to accept such a thing.

But Christmas is the time for miracles.

"For you and Kimhan," Kinn said, sliding a velvet box on the table during the middle of the dinner, a few minutes after Macau and Porchay announced the obvious fact: they were dating.

Vegas was a little surprised that Kinn was now addressing him. He carefully reached out to take the velvet box and in it was a key.

"Porsche told me you both have to call over a boatman to leave the island," Kinn said with a sigh. "That's impractical and… unsafe, you know. For emergencies."

Kimhan took a peak at the key and recognized it as the same type of key as the one for Kinn's speedboat.

Vegas smiled, looking up at Kinn who now had a hint of warmth and understanding in his eyes.

"Thanks, Kinn," he said.

Kinn finally broke into a smile as he looked at his brother and his cousin—Kimhan resting his chin on Vegas's shoulder, inspecting the key.

"Merry Christmas…cousin."

Kimhan wasn't lying when he said Christmas this year would be different.

The Theerapanyakuls spent the rest of the night doing what any normal family would do on Christmas Eve, celebrate, and bond, and tell stories, and get drunk.

Finally, they felt normal.

It was almost 6 AM when Kimhan and Vegas stumbled back into Kimhan's bedroom, giggling at a joke Tankhun said about their relationship.

Birds of the same last name fuck together.

"You know what the best part of this room is?" Kimhan asked, while walking across the room he hasn't visited in almost a decade.

"It's soundproof so I can be as loud as I want?" Vegas teased while kicking his shoes off.

"That's one, sure," Kimhan chuckled, pulling his curtains open. "But this, this is the best part."

The curtains part in the middle and the huge glass window revealed a view directly facing the east where the sun was almost rising.

Vegas let out a sigh of awe as he threw himself forward onto the soft mattress.

"I've always wanted to watch the sunrise with you," Kimhan said, walking back to the bed, sitting beside Vegas who was lying on his stomach. Vegas crawled closer to Kimhan, and the latter helped him up so his head was resting on Kimhan's thighs. Vegas turned his body, facing the window.

"I've never seen the sunrise like this," Vegas mused. "While lying down in the arms of someone, I mean. And really soaking it all in."

He smiled bitterly.

"We never really had the luxury of enjoying the simple things in life."

Kimhan heard the bitterness in Vegas' voice. He leaned down to place a kiss on the latter's temple, stroking Vegas' hair in the process.

"We do now, darling. We have all the time in the world to enjoy the simple things in life."

Vegas looked up at Kimhan and raised his hand to pull the latter down for a kiss. Kimhan obliged and the taste of alcohol and smoke permeated the rest of their senses as their tongues danced a familiar waltz.

"I love you," Vegas whispered against Kimhan's lips as they pulled away. "I know I don't say it as much as you do, but I do love you." His forehead creased as his mind was filled with worry of his shortcomings becoming the cause of their downfall.

Kimhan mirrored the furrowed eyebrows, easily reading into Vegas' thoughts.

"My love for you is not fragile, Vegas."

Vegas smiled weakly, still feeling a little guilty despite hearing Kimhan's answer to his unspoken thoughts and Kimhan couldn't help but take his hands and kiss his palm.

"I've loved you alone in my head for six years," Kimhan chuckled. "I even had an internal dilemma with it, too. And still I couldn't rid myself of it. How much more do you think I'll hold onto you right now, hmm? When you're lying in my arms like this? When I get to wake up to you everyday? When I get to hold you whenever I need to? When I can make you mine whenever you want me to?"

He placed a gentle kiss on Vegas' knuckles just as the sun began to peek through the sky.

"The absence of words will never be enough reason for me to leave you."

Kimhan bored his eyes into Vegas' teary ones, pleading his point with sincerity, tirelessly battling the destructive thoughts lingering in Vegas' mind—a product of all the darkness of the past they can only turn their backs on but never fully forget.

"You're my survival, Vegas."

Infarcted sun rays broke through the glass as the sun took its place in the vast horizon.

Kimhan wasn't lying when he said Christmas this year would be different.

They stayed awake through the night in the company of their dysfunctionally perfect family, laughing about things of the past and never caring about the future.

And now, they shared a kiss blessed by the first light of the wonderful holiday.

"Merry Christmas, my Vegas."

"Merry Christmas, Kimmy."

—

It was half past two when Vegas stirred from his sleep by the sound of Kimhan talking to someone on the phone. He squinted his eyes trying to makeout where Kimhan was and after his vision adjusted to the light, he located him standing by the night stand with his hands on his hips.

"Nah, I'm not really sure if I can make it in time," Kimhan spoke into the phone. "I'm still waiting for my husband to wake up."

Husband.

Vegas' heart skipped a beat. He froze in his place in bed as he continued to listen to Kimhan's conversation.

"What do I mean 'husband'?" Kimhan laughs. "No, no, I didn't get married." He runs his hands through his hair. "I just like to call him that."

Vegas smiled to himself, blushing a little. This was actually the first—no, second—time he heard the word from Kimhan and he honestly found it cute.

"Maybe just put me as the last one on the list? I'll let you know if he…" Kimhan's words trailed off as he turned around to see Vegas watching him with a smile. Kimhan broke into a smile, waving at Vegas as he concluded his phone call. "Oh, he's awake. I think I'll make it. But just put me on the last spot, just in case. Sure. No problem. Bye." He put his phone back on the nightstand and threw himself onto the bed beside Vegas.

"Who was that?" Vegas asked, raising his body up so Kimhan could slide his hand underneath his waist. Kimhan rolled his body, enveloping Vegas' in his embrace.

"That was one of my friends from college," Kimhan replied. "He was asking if I could make a special Wik appearance at his bar tonight."

"People actually know you're Wik?" Vegas asked in confusion, and Kimhan chuckled.

"My college circle, yeah," Kimhan replied. "They helped me set up my Youtube channel and shit."

Vegas' lips formed into a thin line. He just realized he had never really seen Kimhan as Wik, ever. The last time he saw him at a bar, on the night when they made up, he arrived after Kimhan was done performing. And yeah sure, Kimhan produces songs back in their house, but to him that was Kimhan, not Wik.

"Can I come?" Vegas suddenly asked, earning a look of surprise from Kimhan but nonetheless the latter smiled.

"Of course, darling," he replied. "I'd love for you to be there, my—"

"Husband?" Vegas supplied, aiming to tease Kimhan but the latter only shrugged.

"I told you, we might as well be husbands since we already have the same last name."

Vegas rolled his eyes and slapped Kimhan's chest playfully while the latter laughed before catching his hand, squeezing it fondly.

"We should start getting ready. Should we ransack my closet and find whatever fits?"

Vegas smirked, pushing himself up on the bed.

"Oh, I know what's gonna fit," he teased with a suggestive wink earning a low chuckle from Kimhan.

"Don't start with me, Vegas Theerapanyakul."

Vegas smirked. Kimhan never seemed to learn—telling him to stop teasing would only make him want to do it more. Or maybe Kimhan did want him to do it more.

Vegas twisted his body so he was facing Kimhan, his morning glory touching Kimhan's thigh.

"Should I start with me, then?" Vegas raised an eyebrow, grinning mischievously. He moved his hand down his sweatpants, stroking his cock.

Kimhan gulped, feeling Vegas' precum leak through the fabric of their pants, right against his thigh. His hands travelled down Vegas' back until he reached the latter's ass, squeezing it.

"Mmm…" Vegas moaned, leaning in to nibble on Kimhan's earlobe. "Don't you wanna fuck, Kimmy?"

Kimhan squeezed Vegas' ass once more, this time a bit harder, digging his fingers into the generous flesh.

"Oh, darling, believe me," Kimhan replied. "I want to fuck your brains out, right now." He pushed Vegas lower body closer to him, making the latter whimper at the pressure against his cock. "But it's almost 3 PM and we need to be at the bar by 6. You would just have to wait, kitten."

Vegas whimpered at the pet name. He ground his hips against Kimhan but the pressure was gone as fast as it appeared.

"I told you to wait, you fucking slut."

Kimhan's voice was lower, more domineering, matching the crease on his forehead, and the threat in his eyes.

Vegas could have cummed right then and there. He bit his lip in an attempt to keep a whimper in as his cock ached for release.

"I warned you, darling. Don't start," Kimhan said in a softer tone as he got up from the bed, and headed for the bathroom. He was at the doorway when he calmly turned back to Vegas who was in a daze on the bed, obviously contemplating if he should jerk off once Kimhan was out of sight.

"Vegas," Kimhan called, making the latter snap his head towards him.

"Hmm?"

"If you cum without my say so, I won't fuck you for a whole month."

Vegas was a devious little bitch who loved playing the brat everytime they did foreplay. But he had spent a lifetime with Kimhan. He knew a threat when it was real and this one was definitely real.

No fucking for a whole month.

Vegas could cry just thinking about it.

Because he knew Kimhan could do it. Kimhan had always had a skyrocketing self-control. Remember when he didn't get hard even after doing a seductive number in the pool shower room with the soap when they first met again two years ago?

Kimhan was a menace. A fucking menace.

And Vegas loved challenges.

—

Vegas hates challenges.

Especially the ones where hormonal teenagers are involved.

He fought the urge to strangle each and everyone of Wik's fans asking for pictures and pushing him aside just to get to the singer.

Kimhan smiled at the cameras, said hello to his fans and spoke to them like they had been friends for years. They asked him where he's been hiding away since no one had seen him in the city and Kimhan jokingly said he moved to the North Pole. He watched Vegas cross his arms at the corner of his eye, looking pretty pissed by the people swarming him. He didn't really know for sure why Vegas wanted to tag along but it was obvious the latter was not having fun.

Kimhan excused himself from the crowd and made his way to Vegas, confident even under the scrutinising gaze of those around them. Vegas kept his arms crossed, tightly squeezing himself further into the denim jacket he stole from Kimhan's closet earlier after he took a shower.

Vegas clenched his jaw and heaved a deep breath before looking away as soon as Kimhan stepped into his vicinity. Was he really expecting Wik to be the same cold man as Kimhan was when they were younger? Was he expecting him to be all mopey without him by side? How could Wik be mopey when he's surrounded by all these boys and girls, gushing and highkey flirting with him?

"You're jealous."

Kimhan's whispered observation brought Vegas back to the present where he was standing in a corner, leaning up against a wall with his arms crossed while Kimhan mirrored his stance with an amused smile, earning a few curious glances from around them every now and then.

"Shut up," Vegas coldly spat.

"Oh, darling," Kimhan mewled into Vegas' ear. "You look like you're about to murder each and everyone of the people here. You're jealous."

"And what if I am?" Vegas snapped back, turning his head towards Kimhan leaving just about an inch between their faces, eyes cold and distant. Kimhan pulled himself away from Vegas, finally understanding the gravity of the latter's emotions.

"I came here to see what kind of life you were living when you were away from me and honestly, I was miserable back then, Kimhan. I didn't know what you were up to or if you were okay. And now seeing all this… I don't know. I feel jealous and upset and all the bad things I didn't think I'd feel today. It feels so fucking unfair that you were having the time of your life while I was all up in my thoughts wondering what could possibly have happened to you."

The unaccounted 6 years. The long gap between the budding of a forbidden romance and its fruition. They never discussed it. Not once within the two years of their current relationship.

And Kimhan wasn't expecting a crowded bar where his gig was coming up in a few minutes to be the place where everything just exploded.

Wordlessly, Kimhan took Vegas' hand and dragged him towards the back, into one of the supply rooms, pinning the latter against the wall as soon as they were locked inside. He ravished Vegas's mouth with his, as if that way he could suck all the doubts and worries in Vegas' mind.

"I was miserable, too," Kimhan said when Vegas pushed him away, needing to catch his breath. "I was not having the time of my life, Vegas. Not without you."

Vegas' eyebrows knitted together and Kimhan's eyes softened.

"All of these were mere distractions so I wouldn't come running back to you and put our lives in danger without a full plan. And honestly, the crowd and the lights and the booze did very poorly in distracting me because…"

Vegas gazed back in anticipation.

"Because what, Kimhan?"

Kimhan's eyes brimmed with tears.

"Because in those 6 years, at the end of every night I would go home and cry myself to sleep, thinking about how you were probably worried about me and I couldn't hold you and tell you that everything would be okay. That I'll come back to you one day and we will be free."

Vegas looked right through Kimhan's eyes and into his soul and finally saw what he failed to see in the past two years. Kimhan had been doing his best to put Vegas back together, so much so that Kimhan forgot about the broken pieces of himself.

Kimhan was still shattered inside and Vegas was too caught up in his wounds to notice it.

He failed to realise that just because Kimhan didn't live with them in those 6 years, that he didn't have to run errands for Korn. Kimhan did. And he probably killed as many people as Vegas did, maybe even more considering the main family had more business matters to attend to. But at least Vegas had Macau to make him feel like a normal person again after all those killings. Kimhan had no one. All he had was this. The spotlight, the people who didn't really know him.

Kimhan fought to make it through those 6 years alone.

Vegas pulled Kimhan into his arms, burying his face into the latter's shoulder as realisation hit him.

"I'm sorry, Kimmy. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry."

A tear rolled down Kimhan's cheek. He never thought he needed to hear those words, especially from Vegas, but it looks like he thought wrong.

Kimhan lifted his hands and embraced Vegas back, burying his face into the crook of the latter's neck as well, letting his tears fall freely as he inhaled the scent he now calls home.

They stayed like that for what seemed like eternity, melting into each other's warmth as the unspoken wounds of the unaccounted 6 years began to fade away.

Vegas was the first to lift his head to place a kiss on Kimhan's temple as he gently ran his hands on Kimhan's back to comfort him like he once did when he first saw Kimhan crying. And he hated how he'd forgotten about it.

How Kimhan was just as fragile as he was.

"I'm really sorry, baby," Vegas whispered into Kimhan's hair. "I'm so sorry."

Kimhan lifted his head and Vegas was quick to wipe his tears away.

"Thank you," he said, sniffling. "I didn't really think I needed to hear you say that but it's…" Kimhan side. "It's nice."

Vegas smiled, placing a kiss on Kimhan's forehead. A knock on the door brought them back to the present and Kimhan heard his friend's voice from behind it.

"Yo, Wik! Ten minutes and you're up! You better wrap up whatever it is you're doing in there with your boyfriend!"

Vegas blushed at the term boyfriend and Kimhan couldn't help but chuckle.

"We aren't even doing anything," Vegas laughed. He was about to add that they were just being emotional wrecks when he felt Kimhan push his leg up between his thighs with a smirk.

"Aren't we?" Kimhan asked, raising an eyebrow. He pushed his leg further up, feeling Vegas' semi-hard cock press against his pants.

"How is your mood switched in the blink of an eye," Vegas scoffed in disbelief.

"That's rich coming from you," Kimhan playfully spat back.

"You're going to fuck me in 10 minutes?" Vegas retorted with an amused look on his face.

"Oh no, darling," Kimhan chuckled in a low tone and Vegas could tell he was in trouble. "I'm going to do what I was originally planning to do before you went ahead and poked at my unresolved issues and made me cry."

Vegas was about to tease Kimhan back but his words got caught in his throat when Kimhan suddenly flipped him over so he was facing the wall.

"Kimmy, wha—"

He felt Kimhan's hands travel in front of the denim jacket he was wearing. He wore it without anything underneath for easy access in moments such as this but it's still surprising to see his forethought pay off. Kimhan effortlessly unbuttoned it until it was open enough to pull down from his shoulder. Kimhan leaned in and dug his teeth into Vegas' shoulder before licking the same spot, admiring the mark that was sure to turn purple the next day.

A moan escaped Vegas' mouth as Kimhan fondled his nipples. He closed his eyes, wanting to heighten his senses and lean more into the element of surprise. He had no idea what Kimhan was planning to do and it made him even more turned on. He could feel his pants tightening around his semi-hard cock that just turned into a full hard-on when Kimhan nibbled on his earlobe while pinching both his nipples.

He then felt Kimhan unbutton his jeans and pull it down, making his hard cock spring up against the cold wall. He felt Kimhan's fingers on his waist, pulling his ass backwards and bending him over. Vegas shivered when he heard the ripping of a packet which he assumed was lube since Kimhan never really used a condom on him.

And he was right.

The cold lube dripped onto his warm hole, making him moan in pleasure. He braced himself for Kimhan's cock but to his surprise he felt something else push inside of him.

Something smaller.

Something shorter.

Something…

Vibrating?!

Vegas' eyes shot open when he felt a soft vibration inside his hole.

"Kimhan, what the fu—hnggg—ahhhhh…"

Kimhan chuckled as he released his thumb from the button on the remote that says 3.

"Oh, so that's the middle setting," Kimhan mused, running his thumb over the number 5. "And this must be the highest one."

"FU—AH!" Vegas screamed, banging his head on the back of his hand that was resting on the wall.

Kimhan chuckled and clicked on 1.

"Let's keep it low for now, I think," he said, as if Vegas was not a moaning mess in front of him. Vegas caught his breath just as he felt Kimhan lifting his pants back up, buttoning it up as if he hadn't just put a toy inside Vegas.

Kimhan flipped Vegas over to face him before buttoning the latter's denim jacket up.

"So, this is what you had in mind?" Vegas asked, trying to suppress a moan as the soft vibration inside him consistently hit just the right spot.

"Mhmm," Kimhan nodded, dusting Vegas' jacket off after he buttoned it up. "You remember what I said back home, right? No fucking for a whole month if you cum without my permission."

Kimhan pressed 2 on the remote and Vegas instantly moaned.

"Think you can handle that, kitten?"

Vegas nodded.

Kimhan pressed 3.

Vegas groaned.

"Words, kitten. Use it. Do you think you can handle that?"

"I can," Vegas replied, clenching his fists as he calculated how much of a lie he just spewed out. If Kimhan kept it on this level throughout his performance, there was no guarantee he could keep it in. He was already sensitive from his denied release a few hours ago and having the vibrator inside him wasn't helping at all.

"See you out there, kitten. Stay strong," Kimhan teased against Vegas' lips before heading out of the storage room.

Vegas took in a deep breath, composing himself before following Kimhan outside. He felt the vibration soften—it was probably the lowest and for the best just so he could walk out of the storage room properly.

He quickly made his way into the back of the crowd, positioning himself in the corner where no one would pay attention. The host came up on stage, introducing Wik without much further ado. The crowd went wild and the lights brightened up.

Vegas found himself smiling at the sight of Kimhan walking up to the stage like he owned every inch of the place.

"How's everybody doing?" The crowd shouted. "Great, great. I'm great, too, thanks for asking." The crowd cheered. "Some of you were asking earlier where I hid off to and I'm gonna say what I said earlier—I transformed into an elf and now I work for Santa Claus." The crowd laughed and so did Vegas, silently in his little corner.

"And here's my gift to you."

Kimhan's eyes landed right on Vegas when he said the word you. There was an intensity in his gaze that was only obvious to the one who's seen it a million times before—a clue that he was about to do something pleasurable.

And Vegas instantly felt it. Deep within his very being.

Harder vibrations.

He fisted the edge of the table beside him, trying to keep his moans quiet as the band started playing an upbeat melody. The echoes of the crowds clapping and the bass booming within the place wasn't helping at all. Vegas shivered in his place.

Kimhan began singing, his voice angelic, magical, enthralling.

Every note, a spell.

Every word, a trap.

Vegas closed his eyes, almost getting to where he wanted to be—and then the vibration stopped. He involuntarily let out a whine, but thankfully, the crowd was too busy singing along to Kimhan's song to hear him.

He tried catching his breath as he slowly opened his eyes. It didn't take long for him to catch Kimhan looking at him, smirking a little. Vegas narrowed his eyes at Kimhan and raised his middle finger at him defiantly.

There was a subtle raise in Kimhan's eyebrow—a warning that Vegas didn't heed.

Vegas raised his other hand and slowly lowered four fingers until the only one standing was the middle one.

He could see Kimhan's eyes darken even from afar and he felt satisfied by the fact that he had that effect on the latter even from across a crowded room.

Then suddenly the vibration was back, even more intense this time—almost as intense as the highest setting that Kimhan demonstrated earlier. Vegas' knees wobbled below him, making him lean against the wall behind him. He caught Kimhan pulling his hand out from the pocket where he hid the remote, holding the mic stand with both hands as the song transitioned into a slower, more sensual song.

Vegas banged his head against the wall, biting his lip to keep his moans in. His eyes were glued onto Kimhan's hands on the mic stand as he wondered when—when the fuck— would Kimhan put his hand back inside his pocket and lower the setting.

He could feel the knots inside his stomach tightening, much like his pants against his warm, pulsating crotch. He was close. Oh, so fucking close.

But then he remembered Kimhan's threat.

He was not allowed to cum without permission.

He moved his eyes from Kimhan's hands up to the latter's eyes, silently pleading—begging—for the latter to turn the vibrator off or at least turn it down.

Kimhan was too busy flirting with the fans, sending them winks and hearts and making them squeal in excitement.

And that didn't help Vegas' case at all.

The triumphant feeling of knowing that none of these girls and boys stood a chance with Wik because Wik was all his, only pushed him one step closer to the edge.

The dirty feeling of secretly being toyed with in the middle of a crowded room while his boyfriend meaninglessly flirted around with others pushed him another step closer to the edge.

He crossed his legs in an attempt to keep it in, praying to whichever god would listen that Kimhan put his fucking hand back in his fucking pocket and turn it down.

Vegas' chest heaved up and down. He was about to let go. About to accept defeat. He just really needed to release.

Then it stopped.

The vibrator stopped completely and now Vegas was even more frustrated. He was so ready to just let go and accept the one-month drought but damn, Kimhan just wouldn't let him.

Kimhan wouldn't let him win.

Kimhan wouldn't let him lose either.

What a fucking menace.

Vegas took in a long sharp breath as if he hadn't been breathing for the past two minutes. He prepared himself for another wave of ravaging when Kimhan's talking voice boomed through the speakers.

"I hate to cut this off too shortly tonight, but I have something important to attend to."

The crowd whined, chanting for Kimhan to stay and the latter only smiled as he spoke into the mic.

"Every one of you is here with your loved ones, correct? Friends, boyfriends, girlfriends… I am here with mine, too."

Vegas froze in place, eyes widening in shock. Was Kimhan really going to reveal their relationship like this?

"And I really would love to spend the last hours of Christmas day with him, so, I'm sorry everyone but I have to go."

The crowd awed at Kimhan's confession, followed by various cheers for him and his secret friend, girlfriend or boyfriend as he made his way down the stage.

Vegas found himself smiling as he backed into the shadows of the bar, escaping its concrete walls to head into the car first.

He kept his head low as he passed by a couple of people on his way to the parking lot, finding Kimhan already leaning against the car when he arrived.

"I thought you'd never make it out of there," Kimhan joked as he opened the door for Vegas to climb onto the passenger's seat.

"How did you know I was going—hhhh—AH!"

The rest of Vegas' words faded into the night as two well-oiled engines reverberated—one inside the trunk of Kimhan's sports car and the other inside his overstimulated hole.

Unrelenting.

Unforgiving.

Vegas let out a scream and he writhed against the leather seat, grabbing onto the door handle which was thankfully locked, or else he would have reached nirvana literally.

"You ready to cum for me, kitten?" Kimhan asked as he shifted gears and stepped on the gas to speed up on the almost empty highway.

"Mhmm, mhmm!" Vegas hummed, sounding like a depraved nymphomaniac.

"Take your pants off for me, darling I wanna see," Kimhan ordered calmly and Vegas complied, struggling to move without pushing himself even closer to the edge.

After a few deep huffs for self-control, Vegas managed to get his pants off, his leaking cock on full display for Kimhan to see. He reached down to stroke himself but a disapproving click of Kimhan's tongue made him stop almost instantly.

"No touching, kitten. Keep your hands on your sides or no cumming for you."

Vegas huffed, obediently moving his hands to the side. Oh, he was doomed. He had never been this obedient to Kimhan and he knew by the way Kimhan was smiling that menace was savouring every bit of it.

Kimhan swerved into the fast lane, hitting 150 on the dash as he hit the topmost button on the remote, sending Vegas into a shock.

"Cum for me, kitten."

And Vegas did.

Untouched.

Ropes of white spurted from the tip of his cock, landing on his stomach, his chest, and some even getting onto the black leather seat.

"FUCK! HAH! GOD!"

Vegas arched his back and banged his head on the headrest repeatedly as he twisted his body, side to side, hoping to get some friction on his cock.

Kimhan smiled devilishly at the sight, knowing Vegas was completely at his mercy.

He took one hand off the steering wheel and reached over to his side to pump Vegas' cock, milking him out until the very last drop.

"There goes my favorite denim jacket," Kimhan chuckled as he took stock of the strips of cum seeping through the fabric of the piece of clothing Vegas stole from his closet.

"Your fault, fucker," Vegas huffed out, completely spent.

"Darling, I haven't even fucked you yet," Kimhan retorted proudly earning a harmless glare from Vegas.

"I'm fucking tired," Vegas sighed, eyes fluttering close. "Just wake me up when we're home so you can do the fucking properly."

Kimhan smiled, licking the few drops of cum that landed on his hand.

"Sure, darling."

—

Kimhan reached out to the backseat as they entered the gates of the main family mansion, grabbing a blanket to cover Vegas with. He pulled up on the driveway, sending an icy glare at the guards who attempted to help open their doors. He got out of his side to circle around Vegas' side.

He opened the passenger door, tucked the blanket under Vegas' body so he was fully wrapped in it, before carrying him out of the car. Vegas stirred a little when Kimhan lifted him up, his head rolling to the side and falling onto Kimhan's chest.

"Well, that's a rare sight," Tankhun noted when they passed by the common area where he was playing Cards Against Humanity with Macau and Porchay. The youngest couple turned around and giggled upon seeing Vegas fast asleep with Kimhan carefully carrying him as they walked towards the elevator.

"You ever seen your brother look that docile?" Tankun asked, nudging Macau as Kimhan walked in the elevator, completely ignoring the others.

Macau shook his head with a gentle smile.

"He's never looked so at peace and comfortable," he admitted. "He must really love P'Kim so much."

Tankhun smiled and nodded, glancing over at Kinn who was having a glass of wine, in his usual seat in the farthest corner of the common area, with Porsche sitting on his lap while playing on his phone. Kinn looked back at Tankhun, the brothers sharing an understanding that finally, they were at peace with what Kimhan and Vegas had.

"Love, yes. Love is such a wonderful thing."

—

Kimhan kicked his bedroom door closed all while carrying Vegas in his arms. He laid his beloved down on the bed gently, careful not to wake him up.

He slowly removed the blanket covering Vegas, and then took off his dirty top. He chuckled remembering he forgot the pants in his car but he could deal with that tomorrow.

He walked to the bathroom, fetching a warm towel. When he returned, he slowly pulled the vibrator out of Vegas and threw it into a bowl of warm water, before continuing to wipe Vegas down. After he finished cleaning Vegas up, he dressed him up in clean underwear and tucked him under the warm sheet before heading into the shower himself.

Kimhan stripped down and stepped into the shower, letting out a long sigh as the warm water touched his equally warm skin. He had perfect self control even when it came to his sexual drive but even then, the sight of Vegas coming undone was too much for him to be able to hang onto the last bit of his sanity. He was extremely hard but he was also too tired to jerk himself off so he settled on what he usually does—meditation.

He closed his eyes, regulating his breathing, calming his senses. He was in the middle of it when he heard the bathroom door open, and the shower curtain slide.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

Vegas circled his arms around Kimhan's waist, tracing down his hips until he came in contact with Kimhan's hard cock.

"I thought you needed the rest. I didn't wanna disturb you," Kimhan hissed through his teeth as Vegas began stroking him.

"You could have woken me up," Vegas replied. "I'm not a porcelain doll you need to be careful with."

Kimhan sighed, removing Vegas' hand on his cock and turning around to face him. He pressed his lips against Vegas and they kissed each other slowly, deeply. They both inhaled a sharp breath when they pulled away, looking at each other with hooded eyes.

"Wake me up next time, okay?"

"Hmm."

Vegas pecked Kimhan's lips and slowly went down on his knees to suck him off. Kimhan let out a soft groan when he felt Vegas' warm mouth slide up and down his length, and the latter's fingers playing with his balls. He slowly ran his fingers through Vegas' hair that was now soaked in the warm water as well, slightly tugging at it to guide the latter into the pace he wanted.

"Get up, darling," Kimhan groaned. "I wanna put it in you."

Vegas bobbed his head down Kimhan's cock one more time before releasing it with a pop. He got up as Kimhan told him to, instantly putting his arms around Kimhan's neck. The latter grabbed Vegas by his thighs and lifted him up, pressing him against the bathroom wall. Vegas let out a moan when his back hit the cold tiles, digging his fingernails into Kimhan's back as the latter spread his ass cheeks wide open.

Kimhan moaned wantonly as he slid himself easily into Vegas' hole. He grinned in satisfaction, knowing the latter had already taken his shape. He slowly pushed himself deep, making Vegas gasp and arch his back in pleasure.

Kimhan didn't waste anymore time, he pistoned his hips up, hitting Vegas' sensitive spot, over and over again until the latter was a moaning mess.

Vegas clawed on Kimhan's back, pulling him in and soon enough, they were breathing each other's oxygen. Vegas bounced himself up and down, meeting Kimhan's thrusts in the middle until Kimhan's pace got sloppy, signalling his nearing climax.

Vegas pulled away from Kimhan's lips, trying his best to steady his breathing as he said the words he rarely spoke.

"I love you."

Kimhan tore his eyes away from Vegas' body and bored it into the latter's eyes—two of which are filled with conviction to say the same words more often from now on.

"I love you, Kimmy."

Their lips simultaneously curled up in a smile.

"I love you too, darling," Kimhan whispered against Vegas' lips, quickening his pace for the last time, thrusting deep and hard.

"Hhh—Kim—Hmmm—AH!"

Vegas' head rolled back and Kimhan instinctively brought a hand up behind Vegas' head to shield him from the wall, supporting the latter's weight all with one hand. He bit onto Vegas' shoulder, releasing a long guttural groan as he spilled his seeds inside Vegas and the latter followed, painting their stomachs white.

Their lips were once again locked together as they rode their high, feeling nothing but love and bliss as they came down from it.

—

Moonlight barely seeped through the cracks between the heavy curtains. The room was dark and quiet but the two people embracing face to face and touching skin to skin after what seemed like endless rounds of lovemaking, were much too familiar with each other's bodies for light to even be needed to make sense of the other's features.

Vegas slid his arm under Kimhan's neck as the latter scooted closer to him, throwing his arms around his waist. Vegas threw a leg over Kimhan's thighs as he traced his fingers along the outline of Kimhan's nose, down to his lips, making the latter giggle softly.

"Kimmy."

"Can you promise me something?"

"It depends. If you're gonna make me promise that I'll leave when things get rough then no, I won't."

Vegas chuckled.

"That's not it. Just hear me out, hmm?"

Kimhan nodded, slightly making out Vegas' eyes by the little moonlight seeping into the room.

"Okay, shoot."

Vegas placed his hand on Kimhan's cheek, running his thumb in circles.

"Lean on me when you need to."

Kimhan inhaled softly, tightening his grip around Vegas' waist.

"I know you think I got the harsher path on the way to where we are now but I think there's no point competing about who's more broken. We both are. And I need you to show me and tell me when you need me. Because honestly, most times, I'm not as sensitive as you are."

Vegas placed a soft kiss on Kimhan's forehead.

"I'm sorry it took me this long to understand what you meant when you said I was your survival."

Kimhan smiled.

"I'll promise to lean on you more if you promise to stop feeling sorry about all of that," he replied. He couldn't really see but he could tell Vegas rolled his eyes.

"Fine, smartass. I promise this is the last time I'll ever feel sorry about all that. My eyes are set to the future from now on," Vegas relented. "Okay, you go. Promise me."

Kimhan took a deep breath and pressed his forehead against Vegas'.

"I promise. From now on, I'll lean on you more."

Vegas moved his hand to the back of Kimhan's neck, pulling their faces closer, whispering four words with all his heart before closing the gap between their lips.

"I love you, Kimmy."

Kimhan wasn't lying when he said Christmas this year would be different.

The slate has finally been wiped clean, ready to absorb the artful strokes of time that would tell the story of Vegas and Kimhan and how they came to heal.

How they came to genuinely live.

And most of all, love.