Title: The Seven Deadly Sins

Theme: #17 Scent

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 707 (well, 7 100-word drabbles actually)

Characters/Pairings: DY; mention of Athrun

Author's Note: Very random theme, but oh well. These aren't my favorite, especially since I wrote them at like 6:30 in the morning (stupid AP Euro review sessions), but blah. This is actually 7 drabbles tied together with the theme of the 7 deadly sins, one drabble per sin. They're all 1st person from Yzak's point of view. And I switch tenses for a few, sorry.

start-

Pride:

I growl as I swing harder, spin faster, my number of dead enemies rising. Athrun's still beating me, damn it! But there is still time to catch up—

"Battle Simulation Over," the machine flashes, the illusion vanishing. I swear violently, sticking my head out of the simulator

"One more go!" I shout, my pride driving me onwards.

But you stop me, pulling me from the gods-cursed machine and into the room we share. I fight your grip. I could smell victory before, but not taste it. But I soon come to realize what you have to offer may be better.

Lust:

You don't realize how your presence makes me feel. When you're around, I want nothing more than to violently kiss those soft, perfect lips. I want to make you want my touch as much as I want yours. I want that signature cologne of yours all over me. I want to feel you shuddering with pleasure underneath myself, both of us slick with sweat, filled with unholy ecstasy. I want to feel your bare skin against mine, your fingers entwined with my own.

And as I watch you, I must control myself. I don't know how welcome I would be.

Envy:

I stand watching you, jealousy bubbling within me. I have no right to call you mine, yet I want to. I envy that girl right now, for you're paying attention to her, flirting with her, admiring her, while I don't even exist anymore, not to you. Why? Ever since that day I finally worked up the courage to tell you how I feel, I've been let down, avoided, ignored. I'm more than a stinking heap of garbage, yet to you I am no better than one. Is it any wonder that I envy those you now trust in? Is it?

Sloth:

I yawned, shielding my eyes against the bright light of morning. I so didn't want to get up. I flipped over, pressing my face into my pillow. Why the hell did I have to get up so damn early?

The smell of bacon floated into the bedroom, causing me to roll reluctantly out of bed, collapsing at the small table in the kitchen. Your blonde hair startled me, and brought back the reason for my exhaustion. My cheeks became pink, but I didn't move to help. When I didn't have anything to do, I was lazy, though only for now.

Gluttony:

I gasp as I feel the warmth of your lips trail down my neck, biting gently as they go. My lips part as my fingers dig into your back, drawing blood of the brightest red. You whimper in pleasure as my lips finally meet your own, my tongue darting into your mouth, exploring. I smirk as I withdraw a moment later, my hands caressing your back as you pant, returning the favor. I planned to take more than my fill of you, that's for sure. I can almost smell my victory, our victory, at hand. I must satisfy my desire.

Wrath:

I stormed down the hall in a fury, ignoring the nervous glances given to me by those passing by. You fucking idiot! What the hell were you doing? I cursed furiously in my head as I strode to my—our—room. Why did you have to leave me for those stupid Naturals? I had thought that there'd been more between us, things that ideology couldn't stop. Yet you've betrayed me, joining up with the Archangel. I should've been able to catch a whiff of this before, but I didn't know, refusing to believe you could go. I was so wrong.

Greed:

It is humankind's nature to keep taking, to want more, to attempt to gain all there is to gain. I'm no exception, I'll admit, though only to you. You give me one glance at your true feelings, one glimpse at the hidden bond between us, and I want so much more. I've caught a whiff of your love, but also of your fear. Why do you fear me? For you, I can curb the desire, the greed, the want inside me if you ask. I can watch my temper, if you ask. But what I have now is not enough.

-end

um yeah, i dunno where that came from. i'm surprised Bismarck or Franz Ferdinand didnt show up, since I wrote them during/right after my European history review session (it was about 1850 through World War I that we covered). hmm. but 6:30 in the morning and writing dont mix. blah.

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