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@bluestjayy has taken advantage of my infirmary and cajoled me into writing a Vegas/Kim Regency (?) AU. Enjoy~
Kinn’s lip pulls back in an unseemly sneer.
“If you leave with him, you will never be welcome in this house again.”
Kim stills. His hand, already met with Vegas’ outstretched arm, tightens painfully, before he lets go.
“Kim—” Vegas starts.
“Don’t.” With only a moment of hesitation, Kim removes the ring that has marked him as a member of this family for his entire life. Heavy silver, engraved with delicate filigree, and even if the design should match the signet of Vegas’ house, Kim knows his own to be a symbol far more precious.
The metal rings hollow when Kim carelessly drops it onto the floor. He doesn’t stay to watch it roll to Kinn’s feet, stepping over the worthless trinket and taking Vegas’ hand once more.
“Take me away from here,” he murmurs, demure in his humiliation. Later, he will fight, he will demand answers, he will accuse Vegas of orchestrating this entire event, for why else would he have been careless enough to stay in Kim’s bed until the morning? But for now, Kim is exhausted, and raw, and filthy, and unwanted.
Why, then, shouldn’t he go with the one person who claims to want him still?
[Skip - a few days]
“Why should my virtue be of any more consequence than yours?” Kim demands. He shoves at Vegas’ chest once, twice angered when the man hardly flinches. “Why should you be allowed to whore yourself every night, but if I do the same, I’m ruined?”
“I do not write the rules by which we abide, cousin.”
“No, but you take enough pleasure in breaking them, don’t you, and I’m the one that must pay for it.” Kim thumbs at his ring finger, bare and indented where his family signet once resided. Only a day without it and he has yet to grow accustomed to its loss. Funny how he had never borne its weight as a comfort, but now that it’s gone, he finds himself reaching for that familiar talisman. “Why did you do this to me, Vegas?”
Vegas approaches carefully, reaching out to take Kim by his arms, sliding his hands down until he may clasp Kim’s between them. Careless with his touch, now, in a way he hadn’t dared before. And why shouldn’t he be? Kim has already given Vegas all of himself—what more is this innocent touch compared to the sin they’ve already enacted?
wanna write a fic again but struggling to choose which one of my completed storylines to tackle first... help?!
which fic should i write next?
jundylanano (my illicit affairs fic prequel)
vegaskimchay / kimvegaschay
marspo #poprotectionsquad
love in the air x the heart killers x kinnporsche crossover
#maybe even with the inherent homoeroticism in there depending on who you ask
me, me, me, ask me!
~*~*~
Kim is sixteen when he wants to move out. His father doesn't say no, but he might as well. He tells Kim that nowhere is as safe as their house and that Kim can move out when he can defend himself properly, and by properly, he means Kim has to win whatever fight his father organizes. Kim is a good fighter, a natural one, he gets praise from Chan, and nobody except Pete gets praise from Chan. But his father is a cunning man, and when Kim gets attacked by Big, Chan and some burly dude he has never seen before, it only takes them a few minutes to win.
"Who was that?" he asks later when Pete ices his sore jaw and tells Kim what mistakes he made during the fight and what he needs to work on next.
"Game," Pete says because Pete knows everything. "I've seen him with Khun Vegas."
Ah.
~*~*~
"What do I get out of it?" Vegas asks because Vegas doesn't do favours, not even for his family.
"You can pretend I am Kinn and beat the shit out of me?"
Vegas snorts and ends the call.
~*~*~
Kim trains harder than ever and still loses. Fucking Game pulls a knife on him, slaps him, and fights like he has no honour. This time Pete is silent as he holds an ice pack to Kim's bloody nose.
~*~*~
"No," Vegas says instead of hello.
"What would it take?" Kim asks because he hates the house he lives in, hates the chain on his neck, and hates not following his dream.
There is a long silence.
"Why?" Vegas asks in English.
"I want to get out, and he won't let me leave otherwise."
Vegas laughs, but it sounds hollow. "Sucks to be you."
He ends the call but messages Kim two days later. The message contains nothing but a time, date and address. Kim has three days to figure out how he can sneak away; he has a feeling Vegas does not want witnesses.
~*~*~
Vegas is two years older, taller and stronger. He fights to win, and he fights dirty. He enters the abandoned apartment with a scowl and wastes no time with pleasantries, dropping a bag and going after Kim like his life depends on it. He pushes Kim into the broken coffee table with a kick in his stomach, and it's on. Twenty minutes later, Kim is on his back, bleeding from at least ten different places, and he isn't sure that a few of his ribs are not broken. His head hurts, and his wrists are firmly pinned above his head. Vegas grins with bloody teeth, and something in his eyes makes Kim realize that maybe it was not a good idea to show up alone, with nobody to protect him.
"See you in two weeks," Vegas finally says, disappearing before Kim gets enough strength to sit up. He stays like that for a while, wrists still above his head, and if he closes his eyes, he can still feel Vegas's hands around them.
~*~*~
It takes a while to unlearn some of the things Big and Pete have taught him, but Kim is a quick learner. Where Vegas might be stronger, Kim is faster, and where Vegas is more aggressive, Kim can use that momentum against him. That and he learns to use anything and everything around him to fight Vegas. The first time he throws an old vase, Vegas actually stops and laughs, looking at the broken pieces around him. Kim punches him in the jaw to shut him up. Later he yields to Vegas when they roll, and the ceramic pieces cut up Kim's back badly enough that he needs stitches.
~*~*~
Five months in Vegas shows up with a bruise on his face, his lip swollen and bloody.
"Cheating on me?" Kim asks, pushing Vegas against the wall with a strength he didn't have months ago. Vegas growls like an actual animal and swaps them around so viciously that Kim almost loses his balance. His head hits the wall with a loud thud. Kim's so used to the pain, he ignores it. Vegas goes for his stomach, and Kim risks leaving it unprotected. He punches Vegas in the mouth, splits the lip open again, and Vegas stumbles backwards.
Kim wastes no time, aims for legs and kicks hard enough that Vegas falls, and the adrenaline rush from knowing that this might be the first time he wins is so heady that Kim almost falls himself. He knows he is not strong enough to make Vegas yield just by pinning down his arms, so he uses his body to pin Vegas down, punches Vegas in the mouth once and then twice and then the third time, enough to make Vegas dizzy, to make him forget who is stronger.
"Yield," he orders, looking down at the blood smeared all over Vegas's mouth.
Vegas looks at him. It's a strange look, like he's calculating something, and Kim pushes his knee deeper into Vegas's stomach. "Yield."
Vegas surges up and bites Kim's lips with such strength that the blood that Kim tastes is his own. He yelps in pain and surprise, and the next thing he knows, Vegas flips them around, grinning like he always does when he knows he's won.
"What the fuck," Kim turns his head, breathless still, and spits blood on the floor. He should have aimed for Vegas's face.
Vegas, the crazy motherfucker, leans down and licks Kim's jaw like Kim is some prey to be eaten.
"See you in two weeks," he says, leaving Kim on the floor, covered in their blood.
~*~*~
Kim disarms Chan, Game and Big four months later and gets his apartment keys. If Vegas is surprised to see him a week after, he doesn't let it show. He pushes Kim against the kitchen counter, and Kim breaks a dish against Vegas's cheek. It's on.
first of all, before i go any further, this is in reference to my tags on a previous post about kim and vegas bonding through violence:
second of all.... TUMSA????? TUMSA. YOU'RE LITERALLY INSANE FOR DUMPING THIS MASTERPIECE IN MY INBOX 😭😭😭
well idk what i'm even supposed to say gdhfsdjfhsdf. i'm glad you volunteered for the sake of "inherent homoeroticism" bc you are going to be the reason i put the vegaskim? kimvegas? (probably both. they're fighting for dominance after all) tag on my blog for the first time 🥲 thank you for your service bestie <3333
I’m not crying you are
I lost my main KimVegas moot. Who do I talk to about my batshit indulgent kinnporsche murder AU now
If you're still taking 'should they fuck raw' asks: VegasPorsche, KinnTay, PetePorsche, KimVegas
I'm Kissing you on the mouth anon ✨
VegasPorsche - Always. There's no excuse. When Vegas invites him out on the ducati and Porsche goes with him to spite Kinn. Oof. I know in my heart that Porsche should have ridden more than that motorbike. Be On Cloud, please know I will never forgive you for taking this from me. Fuck Raw rating: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥/5
KinnTay - I love it. I love it. Childhood-Friends-to-Lovers is cute but it's ELITE as a platonic (platon-ish?) revengefuck with Tay getting back at Time's cheating. I read a fic like this a couple of months ago and it changed me as a person. I see KinnTay and immediately feel like a somellier swirling a fancy glass of wine. "An exquisite pairing..." 🔥🔥🔥🔥/5
PetePorsche - Kissing is for people we like only, and who do we like more than our bestest bestest friends. I've said it before and I'll say it again. I think it should have happened (Donkey Kong Voice:) *once*. I'm not convinced they're actually compatible, but I love a friends with benefits, besties making out cause theyre drunk and bored, laughter-while-fucking kinda vibe. Also prison fight scene make brain go brrrrrrrrr. 🔥🔥🔥🔥/5
KimVegas - THEY'RE COUSINS?!?!?!?!?! - ..........Is what I would say if I were fucking boring.
Listen. I don't *condone* it. But GOD. Kim and Vegas are both completley unhinged, violence-hungry, and deeply manipulative to the point of self-destruction. They're warped mirrors of one another, willing to tear themselves apart in an instant to get what they want and compelling in any interaction. Vegas is already canonically psychosexually obsessed with Kinn, it's barely a jump for him, and Kim in all his homme-fatale, perfect-proxyfuck glory doesn't strike me as the type to turn down that kind of leverage if it would protect his family.
Obviously, they shouldn't fuck raw. They shouldnt. But what's one more sin between two men believing themselves far beyond redemption. Less of a question of whether they *should* but whether god would win if he tried to intervene. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥/5
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Send me your unhinged blorbo combos and I'll tell you whether they should fuck raw 💌💕✨
KPTS Prompt Fest: Day 3 Masterlist
Thanks for participating in Day 3 of the Kinnporsche Prompt Fest! Here's the fic that was posted yesterday: Trope #3: Fake Dating
Kim/Vegas reluctantly undercover as boyfriends by Anonymous
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
This fic is ongoing!
Today's tropes are
Arranged marriage/marriage of convenience
Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse
Mommy/daddy kink
Looking forward to seeing what you create for Day 4!