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Vegas slowly opened his eyes, rubbing them as he gained consciousness. He looked around the room, the moonlight coming through the translucent blinds. As he went to turn his body, he realized his limbs were being embraced by a sleeping figure. Squirming as he carefully turned around, he was met with the sleeping face of his lover.
His peaceful appearance and relaxed face were in contrast to the strong grip he still had on Vegas' waist, their legs tangled around each other. Vegas looked at the sleeping man, and began to wonder what he had done to deserve him. He slowly reached out and gently caressed Pete's cheek, to which the latter's eyes lightly fluttered, but quickly returned to their relaxed state.
"I still can't believe you chose me", Vegas thought to himself, the memories of their first encounters floating around in his mind. He thought he had moved on from what happened, after all, it had been 6 months since they had left Kinn and Porsche's empire behind. They had managed on their own so far, but sometimes - in quiet moments like these - it all became harder to bear.
Vegas was still admiring Pete's calm face, when suddenly the image of Pete, bloodied and bruised at the hands of Vegas, flashed across his eyes. He shook his head, but the memory had already made its way to the forefront of his thoughts. "I did this to you, I made you suffer so much, I made you choose between your family and your captor, and yet you chose me", Vegas said out loud, even though the person it was meant for wasn't awake to hear it. "Good", he thought, because he didn't like burdening Pete any more than he already had.
As the tears started to dwell in his eyes, Vegas was startled by the movement of the figure across from him. Pete's eyes had slowly opened, and as they took in what was happening, they quickly widened in shock. "Vegas,", Pete asked, "Is everything okay? What happened?". As Pete slowly reached out and cupped Vegas' cheeks, his hands were stopped by the latter. "I was thinking about us, about how I treated you, how you deserved better, how you still deserve better", as Vegas talked, the tears kept streaming down his face, but they were quickly wiped away by Pete's gentle hands.
As Pete looked at his crying lover, he could only say:
"Vegas, even after everything that happened, everything I endured, at your hands or others', there is nothing that has hurt me more than being away from you. Removing myself from you was the hardest thing I had ever done, and every second away from you felt like a lifetime. Even though our time apart was necessary, it still left me with greater scars than any physical one could ever be".
Both of the men were now crying, embracing each other as their limbs held the other as tight as they could. Vegas buried his head in Pete's neck, and was allowed by the latter to stay there as long as it was needed. After they finally detached themselves, Pete took Vegas' hands in his own.
"My love, as long as we have each other, we will be okay. I promise you. Thoughts of the past can't haunt me anymore, I'm not allowing them to. And I won't allow yours to control you either.", as Pete took Vegas' hand and slowly kissed each knuckle, one more tear rolled down Vegas' cheek. "It's a happy one, I swear", Vegas quickly said, earning a chuckle from Pete. As they finally calmed down, Pete looked at the eyes of the man across from him, then at his lips, and slowly closed the distance between them.
As their lips met, Vegas felt himself melt into his lover and slightly opened his mouth as an invitation. Pete wasted no time accepting this invitation, quickly deepening the kiss by letting his tongue explore Vegas' mouth. As they started to fight for dominance, their tongues meeting in a fierce battle that drew quiet moans from both men, although the sounds seemed impossibly loud in the otherwise quiet bedroom.
After a while, Pete finally detached himself from his lover, letting their foreheads touch and exchanging heavy breaths. "Its still early love, let's get some more sleep", Pete said. "Five more minutes", Vegas replied, quickly stealing a peck. Pete lightly smacked his chest: "I'm serious Vegas, we have plans today and we need to be energized". Vegas accepted his fate, saying goodnight to his lover before stealing one last kiss, then turning around and letting himself be embraced by Pete once more. After a while, he heard Pete's breathing even out as he fell asleep, and could only admire the sweet sound for a few moments before Vegas joined him, feeling loved.