Him
Title; Him
Pairing; Twitch/Fink, implied!Billie/Fink
Rating; PG-13
Word Count; 152
Disclaimer; I only own the words.
Preview; “I swear that I didn’t, alright?” The Reverend spat at the heathen perched in front of the dumpster...
A/N; For my prompt table .17
“I swear that I didn’t, alright?” The Reverend spat at the heathen perched in front of the dumpster. It was another fight, another guy who praised that he was fucked by the good man.
The blonde boy didn’t know what else to say, for he was speechless at the fact that he was being accused. A stupid accusation of something that never even happened.
Twitch stood his ground against the red devil. For he had done nothing wrong, he hadn’t committed any sins that would be questioned by his lover, the little heathen that he was. Fink’s tail swished in the air behind him, fuming slightly at the Reverend.
“Why don’t we go out drinking? Forget about the man.” Twitch suggested, stepping towards the angry devil.
Fink snarled, his red tail whisking and the vinyl crinkling as he folded his arms across his chest. “You know he only comes out at night.”
Pairing; Twitch/Fink, implied!Billie/Fink
Rating; PG-13
Word Count; 152
Disclaimer; I only own the words.
Preview; “I swear that I didn’t, alright?” The Reverend spat at the heathen perched in front of the dumpster...
A/N; For my prompt table .17
“I swear that I didn’t, alright?” The Reverend spat at the heathen perched in front of the dumpster. It was another fight, another guy who praised that he was fucked by the good man.
The blonde boy didn’t know what else to say, for he was speechless at the fact that he was being accused. A stupid accusation of something that never even happened.
Twitch stood his ground against the red devil. For he had done nothing wrong, he hadn’t committed any sins that would be questioned by his lover, the little heathen that he was. Fink’s tail swished in the air behind him, fuming slightly at the Reverend.
“Why don’t we go out drinking? Forget about the man.” Twitch suggested, stepping towards the angry devil.
Fink snarled, his red tail whisking and the vinyl crinkling as he folded his arms across his chest. “You know he only comes out at night.”