revenge
title. Revenge
pairing. Fink & Twitch
rating. R
words. 229
disclaimer. I only own the plot.
notes. For my prompt table: 25 "panic"
Fink tried to hide the tears slipping down his face. He was pinned against the brick wall, rubbing his bare skin raw; mask fallen to the ground and glass protruding from his forehead, blood seeping from the wound and raining down his face.
“Revie, please,“ he moaned, his body slumped against his partner.
“Whatcha get Finksy. Yous tried to harm me, so yous gettin’ your body thrown to the tracks baby doll,” Twitch replied, kissing Fink’s sweaty and bloody cheek.
The Reverend stared deep into matching green eyes. “Rev, stop. You don’t wanna do this,” he gasped, pain becoming overbearing. But he watched as his duplicates lips curved into a demented smile, one that didn’t belong on the Reverend’s face.
Fink shuddered against the Lush as he was penetrated. Bloodied fingers pushing and shoving against Twitch, as he was fucked roughly against the bricks, blood starting to drip from the wounds creating themselves on his back.
His tail didn’t swing. Fink couldn’t breathe. Twitch fucked him harder. Panic flashed through Fink’s eyes, boring into the others, but he made no connection with the pained gasps or the tears collecting around his chin.
“I hope you rot in Hell, Finksy. Yous too bad to be roamin’ free, sugarsnap,” Twitch murmured, breath hitching as he rode his orgasm out, filling the devil up. “drop down and suck me dry baby doll.”
pairing. Fink & Twitch
rating. R
words. 229
disclaimer. I only own the plot.
notes. For my prompt table: 25 "panic"
Fink tried to hide the tears slipping down his face. He was pinned against the brick wall, rubbing his bare skin raw; mask fallen to the ground and glass protruding from his forehead, blood seeping from the wound and raining down his face.
“Revie, please,“ he moaned, his body slumped against his partner.
“Whatcha get Finksy. Yous tried to harm me, so yous gettin’ your body thrown to the tracks baby doll,” Twitch replied, kissing Fink’s sweaty and bloody cheek.
The Reverend stared deep into matching green eyes. “Rev, stop. You don’t wanna do this,” he gasped, pain becoming overbearing. But he watched as his duplicates lips curved into a demented smile, one that didn’t belong on the Reverend’s face.
Fink shuddered against the Lush as he was penetrated. Bloodied fingers pushing and shoving against Twitch, as he was fucked roughly against the bricks, blood starting to drip from the wounds creating themselves on his back.
His tail didn’t swing. Fink couldn’t breathe. Twitch fucked him harder. Panic flashed through Fink’s eyes, boring into the others, but he made no connection with the pained gasps or the tears collecting around his chin.
“I hope you rot in Hell, Finksy. Yous too bad to be roamin’ free, sugarsnap,” Twitch murmured, breath hitching as he rode his orgasm out, filling the devil up. “drop down and suck me dry baby doll.”