hi hi hi thank you so much! here is a lil snippet of the VegasBig you mentioned the other day... as a treat 😁💖🍬
Big is alone when he reaches him, as Vegas knew he would be, sat on the ground with a half-empty bottle of something amber coloured at his side. His face falls instantly as Vegas approaches; disappointment plain, his usual controlled façade stripped away by the drink.
Vegas doesn’t need to wonder who he was hoping for. Vegas never needs to wonder who everyone wishes that he was.
“Khun Vegas.” Big greets him coldly.
“Ai’Big.” Vegas keeps his voice soft as he comes to stand over him, looking down at him. Considering.
Despite how long Big has been around, Vegas has interacted with him surprisingly little. Ever since they were children, Big has always been right behind Kinn; sidling up beside him at every opportunity, tagging after him like a kid with a crush.
Kinn’s hand-reared human shield. Raised from a pup to be unwaveringly loyal, practically bred for compliance. Devotion instilled into every fibre of his being. Keeping him pining was a nice touch on Kinn’s part, unfulfilled infatuation certainly more of an incentive to dedication than the inevitably disappointing reality of fucking.
Kinn has moulded himself the perfect little lackey.
Vegas knows he can break him.
Not in the way he’s broken Ken; pulled apart until Kinn’s secrets spill from the cracks; but in another way; the way he’s been breaking all of Kinn’s loyal devotees, one-by-one, since the day he turned sixteen.
Big is drunk. Vegas can sense his misery in the air like a pheromone.
He’s almost disappointed.
It’s going to be so easy.
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