Something Different

by idiom

Summary:

Something’s different about Pete. He’s been acting strange lately…not to mention there’s an unpleasant but familiar smell about him that Tankhun can’t quite place. Feeling a bit suspicious, the Omega of the Theerapanyakul family decides to test Pete’s loyalty.

Tankhun sends Pete on a secret mission to the second family’s home. All Pete has to do is sneak in, text Tankhun, then complete Tankhun’s secret task.

How hard could it be?

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Notes:

MOOOORE~ Man I have had some shit awakened in me. After Ep12...I dunno what to say. But I think I write VegasPete more toxic than the show does at this point... LOL

Anyway…The summary makes it sound all cute and fun, but really it’s just more smut. Not as dub-con as Heat / Hurt was because their relationship is now established. I’ma level with you tho…I’m just excited to be here writing more VegasPete smut. LET’S GOOO~!

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Tankhun drummed his fingers on the edge of his chair and glared off into space. He couldn’t quite place what it was, but there was something different about Pete. His head bodyguard had been behaving rather strangely lately. Shifty and uneasy. He’d even started opting for his black, high-collared uniform rather than the looser white button downs most of the bodyguards wore. Black suited Pete, Tankhun and his eye for fashion could not deny that, but why the change?

Pete’s fashion choices aside, the worst new difference was the smell. In the past, Pete always had a near non-existent scent. Lack of scent was an unusual thing for an Alpha, but it was one of the reasons Tankhun had selected Pete for part of his entourage. He hated smelly brutes.

However, over the past few days, Tankhun had noticed a shift in Pete’s scent. His Alpha pheromones had started filtering through whatever products he’d used to block them before. It was disappointing, but it wouldn’t have been such a terrible thing if Pete’s scent wasn’t particularly vile!

He stank in an oddly familiar way, something that immediately irked Tankhun. He just couldn’t put his finger on why.

As much as Tankhun liked Pete, this change in him could only mean one thing. Something was different. Whether that something was personal or work related worried Tankhun. What if that something was just nervous energy? Or what if Pete was hiding something? Had he betrayed the main family in some way?

Tankhun needed to find out what was going on. He needed to put Pete’s loyalty to the test.

Grinning wickedly to himself, Tankhun began formulating a plan. He already had the perfect little task in mind.

~*~αβΩ~*~

Pete slid past the painted green doors into the main corridor of the second family’s residence. In the distant shadows, he could just make out the dark figures of the night guard patrolling the long empty halls. Clad in all black, Pete was invisible where he stood tucked in the shadows.

The first part of his mission was a success. He’d broken into the second family’s residence unseen.

But now what?

Tankhun had ordered the mission rather suddenly. After another long night spent watching his favourite series, the bodyguards were all filing out of the room to finally get some shut eye, but Tankhun stopped Pete before he could leave.

“Pete,” he’d drawled. “I have a secret mission for you.”

Pete had just about had it with the Theerapanyakul brothers and their secret missions, but he couldn’t rightly just say no. This was his job after all. So, without complaint, he took on the task and set out from the main house the next night.

Tankhun’s secret mission involved three parts: First, Pete had to break into the second family’s home. Second, Pete was supposed to text Tankhun for the next step. Third, Pete had to complete whatever task Tankhun had for him.

Pete sighed. It wasn’t a secret mission. It was a fucking test. He could smell a test from a mile away, and this had the stink of a test smeared all over it.

But why was Tankhun testing him? Pete had no idea, but he figured it had to do with his new Alpha scent. The Theerapanyakul Omega had been wrinkling his nose at him quite a bit recently. He thankfully didn’t recognise Pete’s new scent. If he did, he would have realised that the Alpha scent lingering on Pete’s skin belonged to his least favourite person in the world.

After that night they’d spent together during Pete’s heat, Vegas’ scent was forever bound to him.

Tankhun clearly knew something was off, but he wasn’t sure what. Thus the test.

Tucking himself deeper into the darkness, Pete pulled out his phone. He let out a heavy breath and brought up Tankhun’s contact. He texted him for the next part of this test. Whatever the task, Pete had to do it.

PETE

Omega Tankhun, I’m inside the second family’s household.

What is the next part of the mission?

TANKHUN

Good.

Your secret mission is as follows:

[...]

Pete sighed at the little cloud of ellipsis that appeared when Tankhun typed. It appeared and disappeared on his screen a few times as he waited for Tankhun to finish writing out his task. When the message finally came through, Pete’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

TANKHUN

Go into my cousin Vegas’ room and take a picture of him while he’s sleeping.

Make sure it’s embarrassing. See if you can catch him drooling on his pillow or something.

Pull his covers off if you have to.

This’ll be great. I’ll hold this over him for months.

Pete stared at the words on his phone, unable to digest what he was reading for a long while.

“Oh my god. He’s insane. He’s actually insane,” he whispered to himself.

Pete started typing out a message in return, begging Tankhun to think if there was any other thing he could do, preferably something that didn’t involve Vegas, but then he stopped. He remembered…this was all a test. If he even questioned Tankhun’s task, the older Omega would know something was up because he clearly already suspected Pete.

PETE

I will get you the photo, Omega Tankhun.

TANKHUN

:D

With a sigh, Pete tucked his phone away. He’d been hoping to avoid Vegas that night.

It had been two days since he’d last managed to meet with the—no—his Alpha. A few days back, Vegas had made up some hoax of a story about another gang planning to steal from one of the main family’s warehouses. He was manipulative enough to sway Kinn into agreeing that he’d need extra help surveying overnight. Of course, Kinn sent Pete to keep an eye on Vegas.

Pete had kept a close eye on Vegas all right. He kept an eye on him during the entire drive to the docks. He kept an eye on him when he tossed Pete over the hood of his car and fucked him raw. He even kept an eye on him when Vegas pulled out early to jerk off on his face. That had been a bit tricky with come in his lashes, but he’d managed.

Pete shivered, thinking about the car metal on his skin as Vegas slammed into him and the hot seed that he’d licked off his lips. He still had a bruise hidden under his turtleneck where the Alpha had held him down.

Vegas was not what anyone could describe as a gentle man. Pete was sure, if they ran into each other, tonight would be no different.

With a sigh, Pete crept down the hall and entered Vegas’s room through the main door, not even bothering to sneak in. The Alpha was inside and awake. The dark silk robe wrapped around his body fell open halfway down his chest, revealing his sculpted form beneath.

Pete swallowed hard.

Lounging in bed, Vegas sat propped up against his headboard with a book in hand. As the door closed behind Pete with a soft click, Vegas glanced up from the pages. He seemed completely unsurprised to see Pete standing in his room dressed head-to-toe in infiltration-black.

“Sneaking around again, are we?” Vegas asked with a nonchalant smirk.

Pete let out another heavy sigh as he pulled the balaclava off over his head. “Vegas, I need your help.”

“Another favour?” Vegas chuckled. Already seeming bored with Pete’s presence, he returned his gaze to his book and turned the page. “It’s as if you like getting into trouble,” he murmured. With an amused huff, he continued reading as if Pete wasn’t even there.

Pete stepped into the middle of the room, anxiously squeezing his phone in his hands. “It’s Tankhun, he’s getting suspicious of me and he sent me on this ridiculous little errand to prove my loyalty to the main family.”

Vegas raised a brow, casting Pete a sideways glance. “I know this will be hard for you, but maybe you should try acting less suspicious.”

“Alpha, please,” Pete whined.

Vegas relented with a soft tut. Begging seemed to win him over. His dark eyes finally flicked back up from his book and he met his Omega’s pleading gaze. “All right. Of course, I’ll help.”

Pete lit up. “Really?” he all but cheered, earning himself an amused huff.

“Yes. I promised I’d help you keep your secret, didn’t I?” Vegas closed his book and set it aside.

“Thank you, Vegas! I just need to take a picture of you. If you pretend to sleep it should be fine. Maybe open your robe and mess up your hair a little? You look too perfect right now and that’s not what Tankhun wanted me to—”

“All right. All right.” Vegas stood from the bed and approached Pete. His dark gaze travelled deliberately up and down the line of his body. “But, Pete…just because I agree to help doesn’t mean I’ll do it for free.”

“What? What do you mean? I don’t really have any money on me.”

Vegas smiled and ruffled his hair like he was petting a dog. “You’re so fucking cute,” he said, switching from Thai to English.

Pete blinked at him, a little confused as he mentally translated, but Vegas didn’t give him much time to do that. He grabbed the back of Pete’s neck, pulled him in and kissed him soundly.

Pete moaned as Vegas claimed his mouth with rabid hunger. Rough and untamed, he melded their mouths together.

Pete’s eyes rolled back and fluttered shut as he let the Alpha consume him. Vegas’ tongue dipped between his lips. He whimpered low in his throat because, god, he’d missed the coppery taste of his Alpha’s harsh kiss.

“Vegas.” Pete cut their kiss short, turning his head away. “I—I need to send the picture. Omega Tankhun will get suspicious if I take too long.”

“And who’s fault is it that anyone has to be suspicious?” Vegas murmured. His expression twisted with a slight sneer. “I shouldn’t have to hide what’s mine, Pete. I shouldn’t have to play this game. But I’m doing you a favour. You understand? None of this is how I want things to be.”

Pete shrank in Vegas’ arms shuddering at his words. A wave of guilt washed over him.

Alphas and Omegas weren’t usually apart long after bonding, but to maintain Pete’s secret, they’d only managed to see each other less than a handful of times. Pete always felt a pang of dissatisfaction going to bed alone at night in the main family’s home, knowing that Vegas, miles away in his empty bed at the second family’s residence, felt the same.

“I’m sorry, Alpha,” Pete whispered.

Vegas eyed him, nodding slowly as he registered the apology. “So what are you going to do for me in return for keeping your secret?”

Pete stammered, “I’m—I can—anything you want, Alpha. Anything.”

“That’s right.” With that said, Vegas tugged Pete towards the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress with Pete standing between his legs. He ran his hands over his Omega’s sides and hips as he gazed up at him.

“So how do you want me?”

Pete sucked in a breath. His adorable reaction earned him a raised brow from Vegas.

“For the photo?” the Alpha clarified.

“Oh.” Pete exhaled. “Yes. Um. He wanted me to catch you asleep so maybe if you just lie down and we could just—” Pete ran his fingers through Vegas’ soft dark hair, messing it up a little.

Vegas settled back against his sheets and closed his eyes with a sigh.

“Weren’t you going to bed earlier? Why was your hair styled so nicely?” Pete muttered as he finished ruffling the Alpha. For a finishing touch, he tugged Vegas’ robe open a bit more, revealing one of the man’s nipples, before moving back with a satisfied hum.

Vegas peaked one eye open and smirked. Shaking his head, he settled back against the bed with a sigh.

Pete crouched by the edge of the bed and took a few quick photos. Once he’d finished and righted himself again, Vegas stretched. With a drawn out groan, he slowly sat up.

“Let me see it,” Vegas ordered with a snap of his fingers, again switching to English and making Pete pause as he mentally translated. In that frozen moment, Vegas managed to get his phone from him to check the photo.

“Pretty good,” he chuckled. Tapping on his favourite, he opened the messenger and sent the image to Tankhun before Pete could stop him. “You think your master in the main family will be happy with it?”

“I’m paid to work for Tankhun,” Pete replied with a frown. “He isn’t my master.”

“That’s good to hear,” Vegas grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in. “Because I don’t like sharing.”

Pete gasped when Vegas slipped his fingers against the sliver of skin between his shirt and pants. He smoothed a finger down beneath his waistband, pulling the fabric low on one side, revealing the scrawling words tattooed into his skin. Humming at the erotic sight, Vegas pressed a wet kiss to that line of dark ink, drawing his tongue over Pete’s jutting hip bone.

Pete’s eyes fluttered. Vegas knew he was sensitive there. The Alpha was smirking when he pulled back.

“Take your clothes off,” he instructed.

Pete did not disobey. He pulled his short off over his head and kicked his pants aside, revealing pale skin marred with the fading bruises of their past lovemaking.

Vegas hummed at the sight. He took Pete’s arm in hand and jerked him over his lap.

“Oh!” Pete landed with his chest on the mattress and his thighs over Vegas’ knees, legs kicking uselessly. The Alpha sat back chuckling to himself. He was quick to pull Pete into the position he wanted, splayed prone, ass presented.

“What are you doing?” Pete demanded. He gasped as Vegas smoothed a palm over the curve of his rear, squeezing the flesh of one cheek. It seemed he had his answer.

“I told you,” Vegas started, his voice a smooth drawl. “You’re not getting any favours for free. And don’t you think you should be punished for breaking into the second family’s home? Who would I be to just let some spy come and go as he pleases?”

“But, Alpha—ah!”

Vegas slapped his hand down on Pete’s ass. The sound resonated along with Pete’s surprised cry.

“Vegas! You know I wasn’t spy—ah!”

Vegas cut him off with another smack. “Do you think I care?” He laughed.

Vegas rained another round of harsh slaps across Pete’s cheeks, smiling as they jiggled at the contact.

“Fuck. You’ve got the perfect ass for this,” he whispered, more to himself than to Pete if his switch to English was anything to go off of.

Pete gripped the dark sheets, biting his bottom lip. The overwhelming sensation jolted through him like an electric shock. He rocked his hips forward against Vegas’ muscular thigh on every slap. His cock was rock hard and soon he was gasping for breath.

Vegas was relentless. His spanking blows came down again and again. Smack. Smack. One cheek than the other until Pete’s flesh was burning hot and tender.

Pausing for a moment, Vegas squeezed Pete’s red, sensitive skin. His fingertips traced the crease of Pete’s ass before slipping inside.

“Damn. You’re getting so wet from this,” Vegas murmured as he fingered the tight muscle of Pete’s hole. “Do you like it, Pete?”

Pete whimpered. Unable to find his voice, he nodded.

“Yeah you do.” Vegas hummed. He ran the tips of his fingers through Pete’s natural slick, spreading it up and down between his cheeks. “So wet and not even in heat. Such a slutty Omega.”

Pete jolted when the Alpha smacked him again before slipping two fingers deep. He cried out at the sudden sensation of being filled and sobbed as Vegas moved his fingers in and out at a rapid fire pace. His palm smacked into Pete’s ass with every thrust.

The wet sounds of penetration mixed with Vegas’ hand slapping again and again against Pete’s sopping cheeks filled the room. Long fingers drove in and out, dragging along Pete’s inner walls. His nerves were alight with sensation. Pain mixed with pleasure.

Vegas withdrew his fingers suddenly and slapped Pete’s wet hole.

“Ah!” With a final sharp cry, Pete jerked forward. His cock pressed to the silk robe still covering Vegas’ thigh. He came hard. The white splash of his essence dripped out, staining that dark silk.

He panted into the sheets, his mind in a post-orgasmic daze.

Vegas gently smoothed his hand over Pete’s ass before turning and lifting him into his arms. He moved carefully, setting Pete down in the middle of his massive bed.

When Pete next opened his hazy eyes, it was to the sight of Vegas peeling off his robe. Tossing the silk aside, he revealed his naked, well-toned form.

“Present yourself for me, Omega.”

Pete blushed furiously. A frown creased his brow. “You want me to present?”

The presentation position was strangely traditional and a bit conservative. Even when he was in heat they hadn’t fucked like that.

“Yes. I want you to present.” Vegas raised his brow. “Do I need to drag you into position myself?”

Pete opened and closed his mouth, unsure of what to say to that. Before he could formulate a response, Vegas grabbed him by the shoulder and hip and spun him around. When he had Pete on his stomach, Vegas grabbed his wrists and pressed them to the headboard.

Pete gasped. He hadn’t noticed them before, but there were cuffs built into the leather of the headboard. Bands he’d thought were simply decorative stretched out from some hidden compartment with a whirr of chain before Vegas tightened the leather around his wrists. With a tug the chain locked at a short length, keeping Pete’s arms held high and tight together.

Once he was done with Pete’s hands, Vegas grabbed his hips and lifted them off the bed.

“There we go. Was that so hard?”

Vegas smacked his ass and Pete let out a sharp whine. His spine arched as he pressed back into the sensation. The pain was delicious. He wanted more.

“Vegas,” Pete whispered. He was already hard again, and despite being so far from his next heat, slick was dripping down his thighs.

“You see, this is what happens to naughty Omegas who stay away from their Alphas too long.” Vegas’ voice was laced with amusement. “Should we get you a plug so you don’t drip all over the nice shiny floors in the main house?”

The Alpha pressed his cock between Pete’s cheeks, rubbing his hot flesh through the slick mess between his legs. He pushed the Omega’s thighs together and thrust between them. Reaching around, he took his cock and Pete’s in his hand, stroking them both as he pumped between Pete’s legs.

“Vegas! Alpha please!” Pete cried out. It wasn’t enough. The constant friction between his thighs set him alight with desire, but it wasn’t enough.

“What do you need, pet?” Vegas whispered in his ear before trailing wet kisses down over his neck and shoulder.

Pete’s eyes rolled back as Vegas laved his tongue over his mating mark. “Need—Need your knot, Alpha.”

Sucking in a sharp breath, Vegas pulled back.

His warmth suddenly removed from the line of Pete’s back made him shiver as the chilled air blew over his sweat soaked skin. However, the pressure at his hole brought the fire back with a vengeance.

Pete whimpered in anticipation.

Vegas trailed his fingers down the line of Pete’s spine to the blushing red curve of his ass. He delivered a hard smack to Pete’s hot skin before taking his cock in hand. Without a word of warning, he thrust deep inside all the way to the knot.

Pete pulled against the chains at his wrists as his body tensed. Pleasure shot through him like a bullet from a gun, ripping sensation through his core and erupting from his lips with a harsh cry.

With a rough growl, Vegas fucked him. He pumped his hips forward as he used his hands on Pete’s hips to pull him back. Pete’s ass fit perfectly in the cradle of his lap. The resounding smack of skin on skin echoed every time Vegas drove deep into his tight, wet channel.

Pete dangled from the cuffs at the headboard. He panted heavily, his back dipping and hips tilting all in time with his Alpha’s punishing thrusts. Every fabric of his being was focused on the euphoria only Vegas could bring him.

Vegas’ knot started to grow as his pace picked up. The thickness at the base of his cock tugged at Pete’s hole, stretching him wider as it pulled in and out. He growled and his grip on Pete’s hips grew tighter and tighter, fingers digging into his skin, sure to leave bruises.

“Yes. Give it to me,” Pete whispered, his voice breathless like a prayer.

Above him, Vegas huffed. He pulled out abruptly, leaving Pete’s body gaping. He flipped the Omega onto his back.

Pete gasped as his arms twisted tighter into the chains, locking behind his head as he stared up at his Alpha.

Vegas spread Pete’s thighs wide before fucking back into him with a vengeance. In one thrust he buried his thick cock and swelling knot into Pete before pulling out completely and performing that same move again and again.

Pete was left to melt beneath him, unable to do anything except spread his legs wider and take it. Take it all.

Vegas pressed his chest to Pete’s. His hands trailed over the Omega’s sides. His thumbs flicked over his pebbled nipples. Slowly, he leaned back, one hand on Pete’s hip while the other palm smoothed up the centre of his chest with purpose.

Pete moaned at the caress, not realising its intent until Vegas’ hand on his throat cut off his cries. He opened his eyes wide and tried to gasp, but barely a breath could slip through.

Vegas smirked down at him, not letting up. His sweat soaked body glistened in the low light as he thrust harder and harder. His grunts and the wet slap of skin on skin was the only sound in the room as Pete’s moans were strangled from him.

Pete’s eyes rolled back as a light headed sensation set in. His body tensed, growing more sensitive from the lack of oxygen. He rolled his hips against Vegas’ thrusts as the adrenaline kicked in sending a rush through his entire being. His body clenched around Vegas’ growing knot, almost too big to pass through his hole now.

For a moment, Vegas’ hold on his throat eased. It was only the slightest release of pressure. Pete barely had time to inhale.

Vegas’ dark eyes were on him the entire time.

“Say my name with your last breath,” the Alpha demanded.

“Vegas,” Pete rasped out as best he could.

“Good boy.” Vegas smiled. Then his grip on Pete’s throat tightened once more.

The Alpha thrust hard one last time, driving his hips in deep before coming inside Pete with a low growl. His knot swelled to its full girth and caught on Pete’s hole, stoppering the immense amount of come flowing into him, keeping every drop inside. The liquid heat warmed Pete inside as pleasure set his nerves on fire.

Pete shuddered as orgasmic ecstasy flooded his body. His cock twitched between them, erupting across his stomach and dribbling over the black ink etched into his hip. His legs trembled where they were draped over Vegas’. His body shook through a very literal little death as the grip on his neck remained in place, asphyxiating him as he climaxed.

A moment before darkness overwhelmed his vision, Pete felt the pressure on his throat ease. Slowly Vegas backed off his chokehold, but not fast enough for the lack of air to already start taking its effect.

“Rest,” was the last thing Pete heard before he passed out.

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Pete woke with a sore throat and the warm tingle across his skin from a recent sponge bath. He sucked in a deep, ragged breath and let out a shuddering exhale. His body seemed surprised to be alive. Slowly, he glanced over to where a nearby weight made the bed dip slightly.

Vegas lounged along his side, staring at his phone. The Alpha’s face was lit from below by the eerie, blue light of the screen. His smirk was extremely concerning.

“Maybe I should send this picture to Tankhun as well,” he said with a low chuckle.

Pete squinted blearily at the screen as Vegas turned it toward him. He gasped audibly at the sight. It was fucking pornographic.

After he’d passed out, Vegas had snapped a shot of him from his position looming over his body. Pete’s head was tucked against his own shoulder, his arms raised by his tied up hands. His sweat-soaked chest was coated in the messy splattering of his own come and his spent cock rested in the crease of his wide-splayed hips. He could just make out his legs hooked over Vegas’ muscular thighs. Between his cheeks, the Alpha’s massive knot stretched his hole.

Utterly obscene.

“Vegas!” Pete screeched. He reached for the phone, but Vegas was too quick.

He pulled back and hummed thoughtfully to himself. “Hm, you’re right it might be a bit too filthy for my poor cousin. I’ll just have to keep it for myself.”

Pete bit the insides of his cheeks. “Vegas. Please delete it,” he said softly. The earnest Omegan tone usually worked on Alphas, but Vegas wasn’t just any Alpha.

He only smiled at Pete’s sorry attempt at persuasion. “No, I don’t think I will,” Vegas replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “I need something to keep me company. It’s hard not having my Omega in my bed every night, you know? Gets lonely.”

Vegas leaned over Pete’s body and wrapped his fingers around the side of his neck. His thumb gently traced over the plump swell of Pete’s kiss bruised lips.

“I don’t know if I’d survive being in your bed every night,” Pete replied with a half-amused laugh.

Vegas, however, wasn’t in a joking mood. By his unchanged expression, he was deathly serious. His thumb drifted from Pete’s lips to the other side of his neck. The pads of his fingers smoothed over the raised skin of Pete’s mating mark before he gripped Pete’s throat tight.

Pete swallowed around the palm pressed to his Adam's apple. “I’ll admit everything to the main family soon. I will,” he promised with a shaky exhale.

A twitch of a smile crossed Vegas’ angular features. Leaning in, he kissed Pete’s lips with a threatening tenderness. Gripping his soft cheeks, Vegas whispered, “Good boy.”

~*~αβΩ~*~

Notes:

Your comments try to explain why Pete's walking with a limp to Tankhun~ ;P
Your kudos survive spending every night in Alpha Vegas' bed~ ;P

 

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Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of KinnPorsche Omegaverse