oneshoot [FourthGemini/GeminiFourth]

FaskaGabriel Part 2

The next morning, as they lay in the soft morning light filtering through the hotel room curtains, Faska reached over to the nightstand, picked up his sleek black card, and handed it to Gabriel with a smirk.

“Here,” he said, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Use it for whatever you want.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow, taking the card but eyeing Faska warily. “And what’s the catch? You don’t seem like the type to hand out unlimited spending just for fun.”

Faska chuckled, leaning back against the pillows as he regarded Gabriel with a mischievous grin. “Oh, there’s definitely a catch. Let’s just say… every time you use it, you’ll owe me something in return.”

Gabriel felt a mix of excitement and nerves. “Owe you something, huh?” he repeated, tilting his head. “And what exactly do you mean by that?”

Faska leaned in close, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Every time you swipe that card, you’re agreeing to pay me back. And let’s just say my preferred method of payment… involves you, right here, with no complaints when I decide to collect.”

Gabriel laughed, the boldness of Faska’s proposition sparking a thrill in him. “So, you’re saying if I go on a shopping spree, you’re going to make me pay it back… in a way that’ll leave me sore?”

Faska’s smirk widened. “Exactly. So go ahead, use the card. But know what’s waiting for you when you do. I’ll make sure to collect every single time.”

Gabriel bit his lip, eyeing the card with a mix of temptation and excitement.

Gabriel scoffed, holding the black card between his fingers as he glanced up at Faska. "Then I don’t want it," he replied, challenging him with a playful smirk.

Faska raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer. “Oh, really?” His voice was calm, but the gleam in his eyes was anything but. “Then here’s the deal, Gabriel. If you don’t use it… I’ll just have to make sure you’re busy with me for ten hours a day. So, what’s your choice?”

Gabriel’s smirk faltered for a moment as he realized Faska wasn’t joking. He glanced back at the card, weighing his options, then looked back up at Faska’s confident expression. The idea of giving in and letting Faska “collect” his payment whenever he wanted was undeniably tempting, but his pride wouldn’t let him give in so easily.

“You drive a hard bargain,” Gabriel murmured, holding Faska’s gaze. “Fine. I’ll keep the card—but don’t expect me to make it easy on you when it’s time to ‘pay up.’”

Faska chuckled, pleased with his answer. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

As the morning sunlight brightened up the city, Gabriel decided to make good use of Faska’s black card. With a smirk on his face, he headed to the upscale shopping district, determined to find some fresh new clothes for his wardrobe.

Wandering through designer stores, Gabriel picked out pieces that caught his eye—sleek shirts, fitted pants, and jackets that exuded style and confidence. Every time he swiped the black card, he felt a thrill, both from the excitement of the purchase and from knowing what it would cost him later.

By the time he finished, Gabriel had transformed his wardrobe into something that matched his bold personality and daring charm. He knew he’d probably pushed Faska’s limits with the amount he’d spent, but a part of him was eager to see Faska’s reaction.

After finishing with clothes, Gabriel spotted the fragrance section and immediately gravitated towards a display of Dior perfumes. The sleek bottles, gleaming under the store lights, called out to him with an allure that was impossible to resist. He picked up one of the bottles and tested it on his wrist, letting the rich, layered scent settle.