Love (And Money)
title. Love (And Money)
pairing. Fink/Van Gough
rating. R
disclaimer. don't own
Fink, of all people, did not need the money the pale-faced man offered him after every session. Have it be a blowjob or a good fuck, or any other sexually related act that played between them, Fink always awoke with a wad of money slapped down beside him.
Where Van got that money was beyond him, and Fink would store the cash away until needed, which wasn't very often in his position.
Partly, it offended him. Fink was not a prostitute. He didn't fuck for the money. He fucked because he enjoyed every moment of it, from the teasing foreplay of Van Gough's long, bassist fingers, to the intense waves of orgasms that rocked them both to their very cores.
The masked devil often wondered why he accepted the money. Maybe he just liked hoarding green, he had thougt, with a careless shrug one day.
But deep down he thought maybe, maybe he knew why he kept every bill Van Gough left him.
Because it was like a gift, in a way. A gift from Van Gough. A man who, though Fink would never admit it, had grown to love.
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