Criminally Vulgar- Admission
A/N: Here's the second of the four companion one-shots, this time featuring Devil Lad! Enjoy!
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Admission
There had been something strange about Finch last October 31st; there had been for a couple years now. Devil Lad knew that, but he had never allowed himself to think too hard on the whys of the matter. Too likely that he'd get his hopes up, only to be crushed by brutal reality.
But now, word on the street was that Finch had landed himself in a gay conversion camp. It was almost ironic, how Devil Lad had seen this coming on some level deep inside him.
Finch would hate that he knew, for seemingly no reason, that he'd been sent there, too. Devil Lad had his sources.
So, what. Finch was gay? Oh, that's nice, Devil Lad thought sarcastically, even as his heart felt like it had both completely shut down and run to the moon and back. There were those damn hopes again, bubbling up in his chest and filling his head with improbable fantasies. Even if Finch was gay, there was no guarantee that he would like him, of all people. They only saw each other once a year. There were plenty of other guys in Turgid Meadows, in the neighboring towns, in the world. Besides, there was a chance that the whole thing was a misunderstanding- shit was known to happen around those parts, especially to Finch and his friends. There was no reason to get all excited just because Finch was in some gay camp.
That was what he told himself, anyway. But he could hardly help the fluttering of his heart at the possibility. The optimistic part of him whispered in his ear, "He likes you best- can't you see that he prefers your company to Mr. Kitty's or Pig Pig's? He likes you best, he likes you best, he likes you." As much as his logic (or cynicism) resisted it, that same level that knew all along that Finch was gay knew that the annoying voice was right. Look at how he's acted around you, look at what he's said about you. Look at where he is now because of it. He likes you, Devil Boy.
Devil Lad smirked. He could just see Finch sitting in front of a balding priest yelling at him about how he's going to hell.
Fine. Come and get me. I'm yours.