A "Random Final Fantasy 7 Yaoi Pairing Generator" crackfic. Rude.
Money
It
isn't the worst thing he's done for money. Probably not the worst
he'll do. He doesn't consider himself immoral but there are a lot
of things he'll take cash for that other guys
won't. A lot of
things he'll do for less, because he isn't so worried about
getting caught. It'll only get him tossed in jail, and that's
probably nicer than the place he's staying now.
He's
killed people before, a few. No kids, but he'd still be able to
live with himself if it came to that. He's sold drugs. He's sold
laced drugs to junkies who'd never wake up again.
He's stolen
things; cars, gil, jewelry, information. He's had a couple of legit
jobs but sometimes the shit they made him do was worse.
Still, he feels dirty and ashamed when he gets up on the bar and takes his clothes off, swaying a little to the tinny, unrecognizable jukebox music so he can make a couple more gil.
It's
about control, he thinks. Up here getting naked, he doesn't have
much. Anyone can look at him. Anyone can touch him, if they're
willing to risk broken bones. A million
different fantasies are
playing out behind their greedy eyes. He'd feel better if he was
getting paid for sex because at least he could control which
direction the fantasies were going in,
at least he'd know.
The pay would be better too, but he doesn't want to catch some
disease. But
money is control. With money, he controls his life.
So he takes off his boxers and keeps dancing.