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Vegas will be the first to admit that when he was getting close to Porsche it was because of the orders his father had given him and sticking it to Kinn was just an added bonus if you asked him.
However, somewhere along the line's things changed. Somehow Vegas realised that Porsche was technically an innocent. Someone who was forced into this life all because he had no choice not someone who signed up the moment word reached them, not someone who showed off their skills so that they could have a chance to work outside the law.
He had a brother to raise, bills to pay and the likes. Unlike the other bodyguards who were ordered about like the perfect little soldiers, Porsche followed his instincts and that was what made him so much better than those who had been training for years. That and his kindness. Vegas doesn't know when or if he's ever received a kind word much less a smile from the Major family, but Porsche somehow always had one for him.
His kindness, Vegas had realised, was genuine in a way others had never been. No ulterior motive, no vendetta just kindness.
He didn't do it because he was ordered to, he didn't do it because Vegas scared him, he did it because it was who he was. Vegas realised Porsche was different, especially when he apologised to Macau at their gathering shortly after Kinn got shot.
He was so sincere in it, asking Macau if it still hurt, if he was doing okay and telling him that he was not within his right to use so much force or any force on him at all for that matter. No excuse made, no trying to justify it. Something the Minor Family had gotten used to with the Major family, which is why everyone was so surprised when they heard Porsche, one of Kinn's head bodyguards, apologise so openly and without shame.
After the diamond auction Vegas thought that maybe Porsche would keep his distance.
Porsche was a dropout, but he dropped out of university not high school like most thought when they heard about it. A university he got into because of an academic scholarship. Taekwondo was another scholarship, and he only dropped out because he had to look after his little brother and between working at Yoks and studying it made everything more complicated. Porsche also having to grow up without his parents and looking after his brother because their uncle was out every night gambling away any money they had was what made him grow up faster. It also developed Porsche's street smarts, how to talk to loan sharks, how to negotiate, all of it.
Vegas knows for a fact Porsche knew it was him that night at the diamond auction. Knew it was Vegas who hovered over him, knew it was Vegas who kissed his colour bone and he most definitely knew it was Vegas who grazed his scent gland with his canine. He knows Porsche knows because the next time Porsche saw him was when he took Porsche out on his motorcycle, and he saw the realisation in his eyes he thought that he'd lost his chance entirely. However, Porsche still went with him.
Still trusted Vegas and for the first time in a long time Vegas felt like he wasn't some monster. Like he was actually someone who could be cared for because Porsche had cared for him. All of this, the acceptance, the kindness, the humbleness, the way he looked Vegas in the eyes even after everyone flinched from him was what made Vegas want him. Made him want to pursue Porsche Pachara Kittisawad and hand everything he had, everything he was over to Porsche for the Omega to do with as he pleased.
However, after what happened in the bathroom Vegas pulled away entirely, too afraid of what else he'd do because Porsche wasn't one of Kinn's escorts, he wasn't one of Kinn's boyfriends, he wasn't anything like Tawan.
Porsche was unlike anyone he's ever met, and he didn't want to ruin him.
Didn't want to taint the kindness nestled in the Omega's heart with the anger and hate in his. However, when he heard the Italians were moving forward with their plan to take down Kinn and they were using Tawan to do it he freaked out.
Kinn was smart, that was true, but he was also a fucking moron. Tawan pulled the wool over Kinn's eyes for years and only when Kinn was shown physical damming evidence of Tawan's involvement did he suddenly become wise to the foxes' holes. Tawan still had that hold over Kinn, the way he acted with Porsche was a testament to that so Vegas set a plan in motion. Porsche, his sweet and kind and lovely and genuine Porsche was in danger because of a viper.
Gun had retracted all support from the Italians after they overstepped at the clubs and so Vegas knew he had to get to his father first. Tell him what he knew, and they would take it from there.
It was no secret that Korn and Gun had a younger adopted sister, Nampheung and that the day she and her husband died was a sad day. But no one knew Nampheung had children because on the birth certificate she had filled she had given two very different names of the parents in an attempt to protect both her sons from being pushed into the life of the mafia. Vegas was lucky to find this out only because his father got drunk a lot and he always talked about Nampheung.
So, the moment he saw the names Namphing Kittisawad and Gun Kittisawad on the birth certificate he realised his aunt was probably as cunning as the rest of them and she just hid it better. Nampheung played with her name a lot and it also helped that Kittisawad was not a widespread name and there had never been a Namphing or Gun within the Kittisawad family tree he saw through it.
It also helped that she used Guns name because if he had seen it he'd have known. Gun called her Phing because he struggled to say -peung when he was younger.
Bringing the information to his father had been a mission in itself because at the end of the day he had no idea on how his father would react. Would he smile his usual cocky smile? Would he scowl? Would he go quiet? Would he shout? Would he be shocked? Would he burst and direct his anger?
It was none of them because for the first time in his life Vegas had watched his father burst out in tears. Actual genuine tears as he poured over the information given to him. Probably grieving the sister, he lost, and the children left behind.
It was about an hour later when his father had washed his face and read through everything again that he sat Vegas down and told him they needed to get both brothers to safety. The first would be Porchay as he was considered the most vulnerable in all of this.
An omega alone, in a big house surrounded by people who close their windows and lock their doors when shouts and gunshots ring out was a risk. If Tawan's plan worked, which it would because Kinn was a moron who followed his knot more than anything else, Porchay would be the first to get hurt. Porchay getting hurt would send Porsche into a frenzy and anything could happen after that. Porchay was a sitting duck with no way to defend himself.
Or so he thought.
Walking into the Kittisawad residence and telling a lone Omega he'd have to go with them so that they could protect him would be the dumbest thing to do ever because he's pretty sure that's how Omega traffickers get most Omega's to come with him. So, it was decided Porchay would be taken, and everything would be explained the moment he was at the Minor Family compound. It would be easy.
Boy was he wrong.
Porsche talked about his baby brother a lot, how smart and kind and sweet he was but Vegas forgot that Porsche raised Porchay.
Porsche, the smart, well endowed, strong as fuck especially for an Omega, punched people in the dick if there was no other way, raised another Omega while the threat of loan sharks and men coming into their house to rough them up hung over their heads and fuck Porchay was just like his brother.
Vegas has never seen fully grown men be so scared of a seventeen-year-old boy as they had been with Porchay. He'd never seen someone actively try to rip someone apart with their bare hands. Never seen someone who barely reached Vegas's shoulder throw a man twice his size against a wall. What the fuck did Porsche feed this kid?!
Vegas can't move his arm right because Porchay bites and when he bites he latches on. He almost lost part of his forearm!
At least he knew Porchay would not be pushed around by Kim when his younger cousin finally realised him sticking to Porchay wasn't because he wanted to keep gathering information on Porsche.
Yes, he knows about that, he wants Porsche, he's going to know about everything important to Porsche. Porchay is the most important thing to Porsche, so Porchay is also the most important thing to Vegas.
Vegas doesn't know how he's going to win over the little brother after he tranquillised him, but he'll figure it out. Besides the tranquilliser was necessary to his survival. Vegas's survival, Porchay was a fucking menace, and he knew it.
Porchay was taken to one of the main rooms and he wasn't tied up per Vegas's orders. They really don't want to agitate the boy more than they already have.
When he woke up Vegas was the first to be informed and he was the first to enter the room because everyone else refused to do so.
Walking into the room, wrung tight and a little nervous Vegas looked at Porchay who sat on the bed with a raised brow, and it was raised higher when Vegas lifted his hands in the air to show he was safe.
"My name is Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun. I'm a friend of your brothers," he introduced.
"You know my hia?" Porchay asked as he looked over Vegas as if he was considering if he was worthy being in Porchay's presence. Oh fuck, this kid was probably meaner than Porsche was. How was he going to survive this? He's never had Porsche's pettiness directed at him, but he's heard stories and now Porsche's mini-me was going to do it.
"Yes, I do. Porsche is in some trouble because of a let's say person but it's a little way off. Porsche would have wanted you safe first before anything else were to happen," Vegas explained as he stepped closer and took a seat. Close to the door and far enough that Porchay couldn't lunge at him.
"So, you're telling me that my brother is in danger but not yet and that it is so much of a problem that in the event that this danger does play out I needed to be taken out of the line of fire?" Porchay asked.
"Yes."
"What exactly is this danger?"
"What did your brother tell you about the new job he has?" Vegas asked and Porchay crossed his arm.
"Only what he was allowed to tell me I guess. Some rich dude with shady dealings offered him a job because of his Taekwondo background. That he couldn't contact me because of said shady businessman having strict rules that were enforced as often as possible," Porchay said.
Vegas looked bewildered. Since when does the major family allow any of their bodyguards to give out so much information? Korn was paranoid as fuck about things like that.
Porchay noticed his bewilderment and sighed heavily before answering.
"Two Omega's in one house in a high crime area, loan sharks coming every few weeks because of a drunk uncle and not to mention Hia had to work to keep us fed. We use punctuation marks to talk to each other in the event we can't say anything out loud. You do know my Hia, and I are traffickers preferred targets, right?"
He did know that he just didn't know Porsche or Porchay knew that. He just liked Porsche more and more. The smartest Omega he's ever met.
"Okay so here's the thing the shady businessman, his name is Kinn. Now Kinn and your brother have been in a situation ship ever since Porsche started working there, but Kinn has yet to put a name to it because of his ex-Tawan. Tawan betrayed Kinn and now he's back and he has his hooks in Kinn again. Tawan knows it won't be long before Porsche gets back control, so he is going to implicate Porsche in a series of crimes that my family do not tolerate."
"Why don't you just get my Hia out now? Or does this Kinn need to keep him on a leash?" Porchay asked.
"In the next two to three days I'll be able to get him out but until then I need you to tell him you are safe if he does contact you."
Porchay nodded his head before sighing.
"I guess I'll be staying here then?"
"Yes. Hidden but secure. If I think it's too dangerous, I'll take you to one of our safe houses."
"Then I'm going to ask you to call me Chay. What do I call you?" Chay asked.
"P'Vegas is fine or Khun Vegas."
Three days, it took three days after telling Chay he'd get Porsche out of the Major family house for word to reach him.
Kinn had listened to Tawan and now Porsche was sitting in a cell waiting for his trial, which would actually not be a trial because Tawan's got his claws in Kinn, and he knows how to play puppeteer. Not to mention Khun Korn saw the effect Porsche had on Kinn and he would do anything to ensure Kinn stayed his perfect weapon. Killing Porsche was one way to go about it.
He was gearing up to go to the Major Family compound. The plan simple, get in, get to Porsche and get him out of there as fast as he could. The main objective being that Porsche needs to get out unscathed. He was putting on his shoes when Chay stormed into his room with a fretting Macau on his heels.
As soon as his little brother discovered they had a step cousin who was younger than him, by a few months mind you, he was at Chay's door within the second and Vegas doesn't know if he likes it. The two get along like a house on fire, something Vegas is afraid they'd actually do because Macau indulges Chay to no end and Vegas has come to realise that Porsche raised an actual menace to society, and he did it on purpose. Which, Kudos but still.
He really wants to know how their children would turn out when or if he even gets Porsche to agree to mating with him.
Would they be sweet little angels or would they be like Chay because Vegas is pretty sure Chay has been put on this earth to eviscerate the mere idea that Alpha's are superior to omegas. His mission helped along with Porsche raising him to twist nuts and rip out throats.
Chay storming into everyone's room has become somewhat expected over the past three days because Chay's gotten so used to doing it with Porsche as the two brothers had an open-door policy and no boundaries and he has no fear on what he might walk in on. He will give you unwanted advice on anything he walked in on.
"My Hia has been thrown into a cell?!" Chay asked as he came to a stop in front of Vegas.
"Yes, he was."
"Why was he still at that house in the first place? Weren't you supposed to get him out of there?"
"I didn't count on Tawan realizing what a threat Porsche could be to him so fast. I was planning a different way to get Porsche out of the compound. But I'm going over there now and getting him out, don't worry," Vegas said as he got up and fixed his sleeve.
"Right now?" Chay asked.
"Who's coming with you?" Macau asked.
"Yes, I'm leaving right now. No one's coming with me. Too many people from the Minor family in the Major family compound could incite a gun fight. Tensions are high right now."
"But what if the guards see you? What if they start shooting at you?" Chay asked.
"They won't see me. I've snuck in before and Chan has yet to realise there's a blind spot. I'll get Porsche and I'll get out. No worries," he placated as he ruffled Chay's hair and let his calming scent wash over the Omega. Macau narrowed his eyes at Vegas before huffing.
Three days here and Macau's already acting like he and Chay are den brothers. Snapping at anyone who looked too long. Spreading his scent around like he was showing people Chay was under his protection. He growled at Vegas last night after Chay hugged him, unprompted and unexpected.
Little shit.
It was less than two minutes later that Vegas was putting on his helmet and grabbing another before he was off to the Major family compound.
There was a door at the back of the compound, used by the kitchen staff when they got deliveries or wanted to go on smoke breaks. It was never left open, but the door had a old lock so all he had to do was jiggle it a few times before he could get in. He discovered it when he was thirteen, freshly presented and irritated with everyone and everything around him.
Getting to the holding cells was a little harder but he had perfect timing as the guards where exchanging shifts. He thanked whoever was looking out for him up there because that was just pure dumb luck.
Porsche sat in his cell, head down and arms around his legs as he sat freezing. This was a very different picture to the Porsche who stood tall and firm, dominating any alpha in the room with his mere presence. It made Vegas feel green with sick. This was not Porsche who challenged him head on and who could probably kick his ass. He has not gotten the omega mad enough to try.
"Porsche?" He called and when the Omega looked up, sluggish and glass eyed Vegas sank down onto his hunches and held his hand out, beckoning Porsche forward with his scent.
Vegas doesn't know if his brother exaggerates when he says Vegas smells like expensive red wine and cigarettes, but he hopes that it's comforting enough to get Porsche to come closer.
It took a minute, but Porsche got up on shaky knees and walked towards him before holding onto the bars of his cell as he got on his hunches and took a hold of Vegas's arm.
"Why are you here? You're not supposed to get in here. How did you get in?"
"I have my ways, but I'll tell you them later. We need to get out of here. We don't have a lot of time and sooner or later someone's going to catch a whiff of my scent."
"Where will we go?"
"To the minor family compound. The moment you are behind those doors the compound will go into lock down so that no one can come in or out. But we have to go now," Vegas urged.
"I can't." Porsche murmured.
"Why not? What is it? Are you hurt?" Vegas asked.
"They'll hurt Chay if I leave. On foot or on a bike they have people watching the house, probably since yesterday, I'd never make it to him in time. If I leave, they'd take Chay, or worse hurt him," Porsche said as he fretted with the bands around Vegas's arms.
"No, they won't. Chay is at the minor family compound. Has been for the past three days. I knew Tawan would pull something, so I took Chay. He's safe. I promise."
"He is?" Porsche asked and Vegas nodded his head, waiting for another question but he received none.
Porsche looked at him for a few seconds before nodding his head and getting up. Allowing Vegas to pick the lock before being led out of the cell with a hand wrapped tightly around his.
Vegas guided him through the corridor, ducking and hiding every time a guard came close, and Porsche followed.
It was like walking around with a corpse, but Vegas would deal with it when they got to the compound.
Getting to the bike was easy, getting Porsche on it was easier, getting out was not as easy as the second he started driving three bodyguards came running out and Vegas hightailed it out of there the moment they drew their guns.
A few shots were fired before he heard a voice sounding distinctly like Kinn's ring out and he sped up. It wouldn't be long before Kinn would follow, and he'd need to make it back faster than Kinn.
He pressed call button on his helmet, it was linked to his phone and so the number that was typed into the keypad was the one it dialled.
"Vegas?"
"Papa get started on the lock down. I have Porsche and Kinn's not far behind. I'll be there in a few minutes," he said as fast as he could before taking a sharp turn.
Gun hung up after and Vegas was quick to turn his head just a little to see Porsche. He looked more alert, his eyes moving from side to side as they went, and he only relaxed slightly when the compound was in sight.
The garage door shut closed the moment Vegas drove in. Porsche got off first, moving on instinct before he let Vegas take his helmet off.
"Porsche?" Vegas asked as he got off the bike and put his helmet and Porsche's on the side table.
No response.
"Porsche?" Vegas asked as he took a small step forward waiting for Porsche to back away or look at him.
No response.
"Porsche?" Vegas asked as he brought his hands up to cradle Porches face.
No response.
"Porsche?" He asked as he bent down to look into Porsche's eyes from bellow.
"He said he doesn't trust anybody." Porsche whispered.
Vegas stayed quiet and waited for Porsche to continue.
"After everything that happened. After I helped him, after I forgave him, after I almost died for him, and he doesn't trust me?" Porsche asked.
Vegas had no idea on what to say because Porsche didn't need an answer. He didn't need someone to give reason to Kinn's actions. He didn't want someone to justify someone else's shitty behaviour towards him. He just needed someone to hear him. Someone to be quiet and understanding.
So, Vegas got up and he got closer before pulling Porsche into a hug. Tight and warm and safe.
Porsche falling into the hug and clinging to him like he was so afraid Vegas would let go only made him press harder.
Porsche crying into his shoulder got him on his knees as he continued to cradle him.
Two weeks later and Kinn was still trying to get into the compound, trying to get to Porsche specifically, but Gun and Vegas had been having meetings with the head and Heir of the major family on the opposite side of the compound.
Almost a sorry I broke into your house but not sorry for taking the Omega you hurt type of situation. The meetings were the only thing keeping the Major family from storming the compound. Macau and Chay had been keeping Porsche company through all of it.
When Porsche realised Chay was okay, out of the line of fire and had security all around him it was like he came alive a little more and Vegas was relieved, immensely. Porsche in a near catatonic state had him worried. Loud, confident and teasing Porsche, Vegas could handle with ease. Quiet and lifeless Porsche felt wrong and more like Vegas was holding and talking to an actual corpse.
Then Chay walked into the room and suddenly Porsche was a little more himself. And Macau smelling like Chay had Porsche practically adopt the younger Alpha into the mix. Vegas following after and it felt odd in a way.
There were never any Omegas in the compound, Vegas and Macau's mother was a Beta and she left first chance she got, not to mention neither Macau or Vegas had, had an Omega fretting over them. Never had an Omega fixing their hair or checking up on them and they'd never had an Omega who was so quick to cuddle them. Now they had Porchay who punched you to check up and inspected you to make sure you were okay and Porsche who fretted over you like a mother, or a wife.
Porsche was more mother hen than anything else and Chay was more like an annoying little brother who kicked you out of your own bed because his wasn't warm. Speaking of, Chay punched like a professional boxer maybe he needed to sign him up for boxing lessons. That might get him exhausted enough to go to bed early.
Porsche was staying in Vegas's room, something Vegas was smug about, but with Porsche an addition to his room came two more.
Before Porsche, Vegas could count on one hand how many times Macau slept in his room and all of them happened when he was younger. Now it's been every night for two weeks straight because where Chay goes, big bad Alpha brother Macau has to follow. Vegas loves that the two of them get along and them getting along has Porsche and Macau getting along. However, Vegas thinks he might have been an extreme example when it came to being a brother.
Vegas was protective over Macau, that was his baby brother, he knew Macau was just as protective but now there wasn't an Alpha, a being programmed to be aggressive, he needed to protect but rather there was an Omega, a being that quite literally shouted at everyone around them to look after them, who needed to be protected. It was exhausting because apparently Vegas can be just as overprotective of Chay, never mind the fact the kid almost took Vegas's arm off the first time the met.
However, back to the topic at hand, Porsche, Chay and Macau getting along ensures that Vegas has four people, him included, in his bed every night.
Luckily Vegas is not in the middle, Porsche and Chay are because they prefer it that way, but still he's used to a lot more wiggle room.
Added bonus, Vegas always smells like Porsche because, and Vegas did not know this neither did anyone else until Chay explained it, Omega's scent their pack mates during the night. Their scent releases into the air and mixes with the scents of their pack mates and boom.
Vegas smells like Porsche every day.
It pissed Kinn off so bad that he wanted to attack Vegas the first time they sat down for their meetings. Something he still giggles about.
He also smelled like Chay, the little brother he suddenly got, because in packs, another thing he didn't know, the Omegas follow the lead of the head Omega. Porsche scenting them has Chay doing the same.
Tangerines and sunflowers, Chay, mixed with Caramel and fresh rain, Porsche, followed him everywhere.
Porsche's scent was more present, but Chay's was still there.
Which if he thinks about it was funny because the moment Kim walked into the room he perked up in alarm as he looked around. His face scrunched up into a "I know what that is but can't put a name on it" way.
So, Vegas knew this would be a fun meeting. He wanted to laugh when Thankhun walked in and shot him a glare. Never got a smile from the nut job, not even when Thankhun was in a good mood.
"Maa Vegas, why do you smell like our Porsche? Are you taking advantage of my friend?" He asked with his serious face.
Vegas just smiled. Smirked more like.
"I'd never do anything he doesn't agree to first."
Thankhun huffed before plopping down on the chair given to him. Kim, Kinn and Korn following after him. Kinn throwing him a glare as he sat down.
"When can we see Porsche?" Kinn started, every day the same question.
"When he wants to see you," Vegas answers like he does every day.
"When will that be?"
"Whenever he feels like it."
Kinn's chest rose and fell, calm was never a Theerapanyakun virtue, not in any of them. Well maybe Kim had more calm and patience than the rest of them did but his outburst were always the worst. Thankhun was confetti that turned out to be metal shards anger, Kinn was the calm before the storm anger, but Kim was the whole storm.
"Can I see him then?" Thankhun asked. Well, more demanded but Thankhun never learned how to ask nicely.
"Depends on him. Porsche is a grown man with his own autonomy. He decides who he wants to see. He decides who he wants to stay." Vegas said and Thankhun huffed before waving a dismissive hand at Vegas.
"Then call him and tell him I want to see him," he said, and Vegas rolled his eyes but took out his phone anyway.
Porsche's number was at the top of the list so he just pressed it and put in on speaker because Thankhun would have demanded it of him either way.
On the second ring Porsche picked up.
"Yes?"
"You are on speaker."
"Okay? So are you."
"Thankhun wants to see you. Demanding more like." Thankhun threw him a glare.
"Khun Nu's here?" Vegas could hear the smile in his voice. Porsche loved Thankhun and it was another thing Porsche was genuine in.
"Porsche, tell Vegas to let me see you. I want to make sure he's treating you well," Thankhun said with a whine.
"I'm sure Vegas will bring you to me after-"
A crash cut Porsche off and Vegas almost jumped up, wanting to get to Porsche because a crash and glass breaking usually meant trouble, but he stopped short when Porsche let out a frustrated growl.
"Macau! How many times have I told you cheating in poker is going to get you hurt! Chay get off him!" Porsche reprimanded.
"Porsche what's happening?" Vegas asked,
"Chay is about to rip Macau's hair out because he likes to cheat in Poker. I have to go. Khun Nu can come see me any time he wants. Bye. Chay let go of Macau's ear! I swear I'm-"
The phone was put down and Vegas sighed. Macau likes to cheat in poker and up until now he hasn't been reprimanded when caught, Vegas will be the first to admit he lets Macau get away with a lot, but Chay doesn't, and Macau has yet to learn.
"Chay?" Kim said aloud and Vegas sat back and looked at his younger cousin. Waiting for him to figure it out.
Vegas looked and he waited and waited and then Kim's head snapped up, his eyes narrowed, and his teeth barred at Vegas.
"Porchay? You have Porchay!" He snarled as he stood up, his chair falling over and when Vegas's guards went to draw their weapons, he held up his finger. Porchay would be devastated if Kim got hurt and Vegas does not want to be remotely apart of that mess.
"Yes. He's been here for a little more than two weeks," Vegas said.
Kim's shoulders hunched and a growl ripped through his chest.
"What have you done to him?! Have you laid a hand on him?! If you hurt him, I swear-"
"Porchay has been taken care of, and I can tell you right now that Chay scares more of my bodyguards than the other way around." Vegas cut in because Chay has never been a damsel, and they have all learned it the hard way.
"Why is he here then?!"
"Chay was brought here the moment I heard Tawan was at the compound. I knew he had something in mind and anyone wanting to go after Porsche knows that Chay would be their preferred target. How none of you know that is beyond me but I knew Porsche would be hesitant to go anywhere if there was even a chance that Chay could get hurt."
"That doesn't exactly explain why you smell like him!" Kim growled.
"Chay follows his head Omega's every move. Porsche scents me and Chay does too. It's an Omega thing. I'm finding out a lot more about them now that there are two of them living here."
Kim didn't calm down, but he looked less likely to rip Vegas's throat out. At least Kim was sincere in his care for Chay. Had he not been this would have been an entirely different conversation.
"Where is he?" Kim asked and Vegas wanted to laugh but he stopped himself.
"You know what, why don't I take you to him. The rest of you can stay or even follow but if Porsche tells you to leave you leave."
Ten minutes later and Vegas was standing at two double doors that led right to his and Macau's rooms. Well, it could technically be considered a separate house if you think about it and the only thing connecting it to the big house are the doors.
Opening the doors he was almost knocked off balance by Kim flying past him and Thankhun short on his heels.
He shook his head and jogged after them.
He only knew Thankhun got to Porsche when he heard Thankhun let out a squeal. You'd think he was an omega with how he acted more than half the time but no. Alpha through and through.
He walked into the kitchen, the kitchen that smelled of spicy food and it felt so warm, Macau was sitting on one of the stools that surrounded the dining table with Porsche dabbing an alcohol wipe over the cut that was just above his eye.
"What happened in here?" Vegas asked.
"Macau cheated at poker again and after I got them separated Chay decided throwing a vase at his head would be the best course of action," Porsche grumbled.
"It made him stop cheating, didn't it?"
"Chay you are supposed to be quiet for ten minutes and facing the corner. If I find you facing me again, I'll make you stay, there for an extra twenty minutes." Porsche reprimanded.
Chay groaned before turning back and putting his head against the wall.
"Any of you try to get him out of the corner I'll put you in one. I'm speaking to you specifically Kim," Porsche said as he looked at the Alpha reaching for Chay.
Vegas would have cackled had he not been surrounded by so many people.
Oh, this was amazing.
"Who do you-"
"If you finish that the way I think you're going to don't even. I am the brother to the boy you are trying to date. Chay has six more minutes before you can take him and talk but I will tell you this, you will go no further than the water fountain if you want to talk. You will stand in the corner too if you don't listen. So don't even try protesting."
Time Skip
Two days later and Chay had been smug ever since.
To say he was pissed to know that Kim had been spying on him was an understatement, but he had made it clear that he was willing to forgive as long as the Alpha was willing to grovel. Vegas has a new bouquet of roses on his patio every day and not to mention sweet treats, only the kind Chay adores, and plushies because Kim realised Chay loved soft things. Vegas checked for cameras in the plushies before he allowed Chay to have them.
Macau had been looking over every gift received with such a critical eye you'd think he was an expert. Porsche just shook his head at it all and moved on.
Tonight was different for Vegas.
Chay and Macau were told to go to sleep in their own rooms, Porsche told them to do so, secondly, he and Porsche went to his room earlier, third Porsche showered earlier than he usually did.
Chay and Macau would have already showered and they'd be in bed by ten, Vegas and Porsche went upstairs by ten and there would usually be about thirty minutes left before Porsche went to shower and get dressed and as soon as he got out Vegas would jump through, and they'd go to sleep about an hour later.
It was weird but he didn't comment on it because maybe Porsche was just tired, so he sat down on their bed and scrolled through emails while he waited. Then Porsche walked out of the bathroom, hair still wet and a button up.
One of Vegas's button ups.
The Alpha has never had his brain stop working so fast that he almost got whiplash.
Porsche looked at his shocked expression and he smiled before he walked closer and plopped himself down on Vegas's lap, a thigh on each side of Vegas's hips. Closing him in, which is funny because he would not be anywhere else but right here. He fit so perfectly it was almost like he belonged there.
Porsche's arms circled around his neck as he looked down at Vegas.
Porsche was really tall for an Omega, which made people question if he was an Omega in the first place. However, Vegas loved it. He hated feeling inferior but when Porsche looked down at him it was like having a God look upon you and Porsche always held kindness in his eyes. Always looked so fondly at the lowly man Vegas was and he reveled in it. It made him feel powerful. So, fucking powerful.
One of Porches hands cupped his jaw and and moved up until one of Porsche's fingers were on his pulse point. The way he was held was like Porsche was telling him to not look away.
As if Vegas ever could turn away from him.
He leaned forward and the moment their lips met all bets were off. Vegas felt himself move before he realised it. His hands flying to Porsche's waist, digging his fingers into the curve and pulling him as close as he could. All this while Porsche had his tongue down Vegas's throat. The hand cupping his face moved up and grabbed hold of his hair grabbing hold and pushing forward.
Porsche leaned forward, his body weight pushing Vegas down and onto his back. Vegas's hands trailed down to bare thighs. Smooth and so soft. Porsche trailed kisses from the Alpha's lips down to his collarbone, nipping and sucking marks that would show on him so prominently tomorrow.
Porsche pushed himself up, resting on his thighs again as he took off the shirt, one excruciating button at a time. His Omega was a tease, Vegas realised, and he groaned.
Olive skin, pretty stretch marks and hard nipples are what got him to sit up. Both his hands flying right to Porsche's chest, groping one breast while his thumb circled the other nipple. The reaction was immediate. Porsche jolted before letting out a small whimper.
He smirked before he leaned up to capture those pretty lips again.
The hand playing with the nipple was removed and circled that beautiful waist before pushing Porsche closer. The buckle over Vegas's belt meeting the clothed bump of Porsche's heat, digging into it. This was the right thing to do since Porsche's head flew back and his back arched so beautifully.
That's when the real fun started. Vegas moved his hips in an upward position, thrusting both his clothed erection and the buckle up and the sounds his omega made were some of the most beautiful melodies he's ever heard.
Porsche moved with him, every movement mirrored and by the time Porsche was pushed to his first release Vegas's pants were soaked through, whether it be slick or cum he didn't care all he knew was his Omegas keened so sweetly as soon as he came.
Vegas following shortly after.
He was given less than ten seconds recovery time before Porsche came at him full throttle. Unbuttoning his shirt, as he pulled Vegas into a heavy kiss, throwing the shirt somewhere across the room as soon as it was off before moving down to Vegas's belt. Pulling it through the loops before it too was thrown to the side. Porsche unbuttoned Vegas's dress pants, and pulled down the zipper before he pulled away, breathing heavily, chest heaving in such a hypnotic way that Vegas almost missed him leaning closer to his ear.
"The faster you remove your pants the faster I can get your knot in me," he whispered before nipping at his ear and it took only a few seconds for Vegas to process before Porsche had stood up to remove his underwear and Vegas shot up after him. Nearly ripping his pants off with his underwear following after before he had Porsche invading his space.
Pushing him onto the bed with little force because his Omega knew that where he directed Vegas would go.
Porsche sat himself down on Vegas thighs before he took Vegas in hand. Spreading the precum all over the bulbous head before he leaned down and kissed Vegas. Fuck his lips where so soft and his mouth so warm. How could Kinn trade in this perfect Omega, this goddess of an Omega for a few seconds of comfort from Tawan?
Vegas pulled Porsche closer by his hips, positioning him as close to his erect cock as he could before one of his hands moving down to Porsche's inner thigh cupping the small mound in between.
Porsche was sensitive it seemed as he arched his back again. Sensitive was good because sensitive meant so much to play with. So much to explore.
He moved his fingers between the folds, slowly, he wanted to commit to memory every single detail before he opened Porsche up but he wrist was grabbed and removed entirely. Vegas thought that maybe he messed up. Maybe Porsche didn't like being touched there but Porsche just smiled at him before holding both of Vegas's hands above his head before he came back down to look at him.
"If I wanted so much foreplay, I would have given us more than a few hours. Why do you think I was in the shower so long?" He asked and Vegas threw his head back the second Porsche sat down.
The air ripped itself from his lungs and he saw stars. He'd dreamed so many nights of this. So many nights of being restless. So many nights of fisting his cock in search of a release at the mere vision of the prettiest Omega he's ever seen.
Porsche sunk down onto all of him and brought his hands to Vegas's shoulders, leaning down to kiss the Alpha on the mouth before pulling back and it was over from there.
Porsche used him like he'd never been used before and he fucking loved it. The slide, the skin slapping, the clenching every time he was sheathed.
Fuck the God's hated sinners but they sure as fuck knew how to please them.
His Porsche, his pretty, his smart, his amazing Porsche.
At some point Vegas started meeting the Omega halfway. Started thrusting up as hard as he could because that was what Porsche liked.
Fuck!
He was perfect.
Vegas is a little ashamed to admit that his knot came faster than it usually would. He felt like a teenager again. A few minutes in and it's already forming. That did not deter the Omega.
In fact the moment he felt the knot form he sped up, he went further and timed it exactly so.
The moment Vegas's knot caught on Porsche's womb the Omega let out a loud moan before the flood gates that was Porsche's cum all over it.
Porsche fell forward and buried his face in Vegas's neck. Panting and whining.
It took them a good few minutes to recover and still Vegas's knot was not going down.
"Not that I'm complaining but what exactly brought this on?" Vegas asked.
Porsche looked up at him with flushed cheeks and wide pupils before smiling.
"Kinn would have never let me bring Chay to live at the compound." He starts off.
"He would have never let me spread my scent around so thoroughly as you did. He'd never let Chay invade his space and he'd never let me do as I pleased. things that border on disrespect when taken out of context. You indulge me to no end and you have my full trust." Porsche answered and Vegas felt bad.
He felt really bad.
"You do know I was the one who drugged you at the auction, right?"
Porsche nodded his head.
"How can you trust me after that? I drugged you, I took you to a room, I kissed you. Fuck! I almost marked you. How-"
"But you didn't. You still pulled away when you realised what was happening. You could have given in to your nature but you didn't. You did what Kinn couldn't. Had you not, this would be a very different and very much unpleasant conversation for you and it would have involved a very dull knife taken to your privates, repeatedly." Porsche placated and isn't that fucking weird.
His cock was just threatened and he still feels at ease. He had no reply for what Porsche said so he just pulled the man into a kiss. Soft and kind because that's what his pretty Omega deserved.