This one is a bit small and it's set before the events that happen in Lust.
It may not be as good as Lust but I quite like it and hope you all do too
Next up is Sloth
And a couple of them will link with the slashy contents of Lust, not sure if Sloth will but if I can find a way for it to link then I'll go for it
Anyway, enjoy :) xx

Greed

Greed is when somebody wants more things than the person needs or can use

He wanted some new clothes; he always wanted new clothes. He loved going into a shop and browsing the rails, pulling out T-shirts, un-folding jeans, holding garments up to his chest to test the sizes or laying them over his legs to check the lengths but mainly he was checking how they would look on him. Checking to make sure they would look good in his wardrobe.
If he saw it, if it suited him, if it stood out from the rest and if it was his size, he would get it.
Sometimes he didn't even care if it wasn't his size, as long as he had it.
In a way he was only decorating his wardrobe which was already bursting with clothing and accessories, half of the stuff in there he never actually wore.

In his arms he had bundles of clothing, seven pairs of black drainpipe jeans hung over one arm while a mass of colourful T-shirts hung over the other, accessories dangled from the fingertips on one hand while the other carried three pairs of shoes, somehow. Before making it to the dressing room he had spotted a jacket that caught his eye, one that he had immediately wanted the minute he saw it causing him to push the clothing into the arms of an assistant. He had run to the jacket, picked his size and gathered his clothes back into his own arms. The assistant had mumbled something about a limit but he wasn't listening and instead had hurried off behind one of the doors and locked it.

The clothes did fit him.
Well most did, some hung limp and baggy while some seemed too tight. The high knee boots had slipped on perfectly and he could walk in them, a pair of Converse, his sixtieth pair to be exact, were also fine but would drop to pieces if he wore them too much and the black boots suited him perfectly.
The drainpipe jeans were tight fitting but he liked them that way claiming they were 'cool' even though he found it hard sitting down in them because the waistline would slip down his backside revealing his boxers. He took this as an excuse to try on several different belts which he had gathered up from the shop floor in under five minutes, a new record for him.

After he changed back into his clothes he wore to the shop he paid for everything he had tried on, the total coming to a huge number well over a hundred.
He even bought two of the same jacket, the only difference being the colour; one was black while the other was white.

With several carrier bags labelled 'Top Shop' in his hands he had finally departed and made for home, his arms were dragged down and nearly torn off from the insane weight the clothing offered.

More than half the things he had bought he didn't really need.
'My wardrobe will like them.' He thought to himself while he had examined several T-shirts 'And they will look great on the floor tonight.' He had pondered while checking a pair of jeans looked good on him in the mirror 'The belts will look amazing if I hang them over my bed post.' He grinned when the shopkeeper had stuffed his purchases into a plastic bag 'And the jackets will look great next to each other hung up.'

Before making it home, however, another shop had caught his attention. One that sold make-up more than anything.
He had stopped outside, set down four carrier bags and had reached into his jeans pocket pulling out a black tube. He removed the cap to check how much eyeliner was in it, more than half.
'Oh, I need a new eyeliner.' He shrugged when he picked up the bags and headed into the shop.
After all, he needed to look good for later when he would be going out for a drink with his best friend.