Pride • Sloth • Greed • Envy • Wrath • Gluttony • Lust
The Seven Deadly Sins
by Ridley Silverlake
A single look at Tsubasa and something, he wasn't even sure what, but something always took over. Something that made him ache, causing him to feel nothing but torn between this urge and his voice of sense that he always failed to listen to.
Was it love?
More often than not, Natsume would find himself being slammed hard up against the wall; Tsubasa's hands everywhere, sending shivers in more places than one. At that moment, neither of them bother to think.
They were not in love.
Their hands, their feet, their lips, and every other part of them move at the same pace, and their bodies press perfectly together. Taking it slow was never even an option.
Wrapped in each other's arms, each moving in harmony with the other; there was no better way to prove that they were well-matched.
This was not love.
Then, as if on cue, they both find themselves at their peak. Moans are heard, names are screamed, and everything turns white as they release. And when the world finally resurfaces, with one still atop the other, Natsume receives one last touch on his lips and Tsubasa takes his leave.
There was no love.
Author's Notes: Yes, I got feels as well. 8) Haha! I haven't finished a multi-chaptered fic in ages. I don't even know if this counts, because there's no plot and the chapters are really short, but I finished it nonetheless... in less than a week, even! 8D *proud*
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Ridley Silverlake
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