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title: 7 sins
author: chartre
rating: pg to r
pairing: koyashige, ryopi, nishikato, ryotego, tegopi, tegoshige
summary: the seven deadly sins are deadly.
notes: fictional. 7 short drabbles, and none of them (at least if you want to think that way) have good endings. or at least, are not supposed to. XD wrath is my personal fave~ ♥ kaishinyah ~ i'm so sorry i still don't have your tegopi~ D: exams have just finished, and i haven't got the time to write recently, but it's already midway done. :'D
ENVY
ryotego
Ryo doesn’t like it when he sees Tegoshi tagging along with Massu all the time, especially when they go out. He gets ideas like they’re actually dating, whereas in fact, they’re just best friends. He thinks that he’s falling behind for Tegoshi, that he isn’t trying hard enough for him, that he’s never going to find a way to tell him. He wants to get rid of Massu whatever it takes, whatever Ryo has to do just to get Tegoshi alone because he wants him for himself.
The one day Ryo finds Tegoshi alone, is when he finds him on the couch of his dressing room, curled up, and sound asleep. It’s days like this Ryo gives into temptation, kisses the sleeping boy on his lips, makes sure he savors every second of it while no one enters or knocks. But before he even realizes it, Tegoshi is awake; a little alarmed, naturally, but freely gives into Ryo as if it’s learning how to kiss.
They keep up with this for as long as they can, until Massu walks in on them while they’re making out.
GREED
tegopi
Life for Yamapi is hard, especially because he is leader. Leader means being in charge of the members, keeping up the cooperation and formation they all need to work on, making sure everyone gets an equal share. It’s especially hard for Yamapi, because he himself refuses an equal share.
He wants all of Tegoshi, all of him and nothing of him is left. He is forever his and his only. Sometimes Yamapi is afraid that he’s scaring the boy, but he seems alright, and that’s all he cares about. Yamapi is always watching his every move, guiding his every step, feeding his every need that he spoils him. When Tegoshi is seen speaking to someone none other than leader, Yamapi barges in on the conversation and pulls Tegoshi away from it. It’s unfair for the third person, but Yamapi is Tegoshi’s first, and he wants to keep it that way. Yamapi is greedy like that, kissing Tegoshi against the floor, belts unbuckling, dress shirts unbuttoning. He doesn’t seem to mind, because the simple excuse he can quickly think of is that he’s leader.
GLUTTONY
tegoshige
Tegoshi didn’t like it when Ryo teased him about kissing; all he knew was it was the act of pressing lips, a little touch, more pressure, warmth-the share of air. “Go knot a cherry stem,” he said, teased Tegoshi like he always did. He was obviously nerved by this, especially the cherry-knotting bit.
So asking help from his-better-friends was something he often did when Ryo mentioned something incomprehensible.
Shige told him to try out it himself, gave him and himself a cherry each. He told him to knot it with his tongue, “It’s a good way to practice kissing without embarrassing yourself in front of your significant other,” and showed him his knotted piece. He watched Tegoshi do this a few more times after the first, and as if for the first time, he started to feel something new and real, the smell of cherry and everything. Shige saw his complication, wanted to help the boy but didn’t know how.
“You’re doing it wrong,” he said, shove himself a little forward, his hands around the air that surrounded Tegoshi. “It’s-” and his mouth is on his, his tongue slipped in by accident.
LUST
ryotego
He makes a small sound at the back of his throat, cranes his head back and digs his fingernails into his back. He’s hard for Ryo like this, wants more of it, more of him. Tegoshi is small under him, but it’s nothing he complains about, because this body above him loves him like that, kissing, pulling, fucking him hard. Ryo bucks his hips closer to Tegoshi’s and it’s-
“Oh-” he moans, Ryo’s teeth latched on his neck, and it’s a bright, white hot explosion inside him. They find a slow pace at first; go faster each time Tegoshi hears the creak of the bed, the headboard banging on the wall above his head. He desperately pulls Ryo in for a desperate kiss, lets a few renegade tears fall because he can’t take it, can’t take the temptation swelling inside him. It fills him with a thousand different emotions he’s not ready to deal with at the moment, but it’s Ryo he’s with, and it doesn’t seem so complicated anymore.
And this is all he thinks of when he’s having sex with Massu.
PRIDE
nishikato
Just because the maid uniform fits him well, it doesn’t mean he’s already that pretty. Nishikido thinks otherwise, and often tells Shige that he’s a very pretty maid. It’s in the same situation when Nishikido finds any way he can get to look at his underwear, because “I find that piece of clothing very appealing, especially for a man of my age.” Shige asks him why he has to be such a pervert or delinquent, and the only answer he gets is because Nishikido is his master, he bought him, and there’s nothing he can do about it.
One morning, Shige serves him breakfast outdoors. He keeps his skirt low while standing beside the table, watches Nishikido eat his meal. He invites Shige to eat with him, but he profusely refuses. Nishikido starts reminding him again about his power, his wealth over this maid Shige, demands him to eat with him. He has no choice but to sit next to his master, while Nishikido licks the cream off Shige’s lip.
SLOTH
koyashige
Summer Sunday morning, both Koyama and Shige are cleaning up their apartment, carrying baskets of their laundry to the basement. Once everything is cleared, Shige sits on top of the washing machine, cranes his neck back for a little stretching when Koyama stirs forward against the washing machine, against Shige. His long legs are on either side of Koyama’s elbows, his hands ruffling the bleaches of his hair, kisses him on the forehead. It’s hot on that particular day of summer, and there is a compelling reason why Koyama is stripping, why he is pulling Shige’s shirt off his shoulders for him.
They’re slow when they start off, but it’s because of the heat that’s becoming of their attitude. They’ve done this quite a number of times, yes, even on the floor of the basement.
“It’s too hot, Keii-chan; I’m tired,” Shige complains, throws his arms on Koyama’s shoulders. “Just ride me.” And so Shige lies on his stomach, waits for Koyama to do the rest for him.
WRATH
ryopi
And the heart just keeps beating, slower and slower every fleeting second of life. They’re both naked, and it’s all over his body, all over Yamapi’s. There is a pool in the bathtub he’s in, some of the liquid spilling out of its brim as Yamapi climbs out, bare feet on broken glass. It’s like a ghost town: silence; darkness; broken glass with some red smeared on the floor; wind whirling into the house, blowing stained curtains; rain outside, dripping on the window panes on the outside, blood on the inside.
He drops the knife he has in his hand, pulls Ryo’s still body in for one last kiss. He gets it into his mouth, and it’s like the taste of iron. Yamapi shakes back into his clothes, dress shirt soiled with he knows what, as he tries to cover it with his jacket. He looks at Ryo one last time; his eyes closed, a listless expression on his face, and for once, Yamapi thinks he’s peaceful like this, stark naked in a bathtub.
author: chartre
rating: pg to r
pairing: koyashige, ryopi, nishikato, ryotego, tegopi, tegoshige
summary: the seven deadly sins are deadly.
notes: fictional. 7 short drabbles, and none of them (at least if you want to think that way) have good endings. or at least, are not supposed to. XD wrath is my personal fave~ ♥ kaishinyah ~ i'm so sorry i still don't have your tegopi~ D: exams have just finished, and i haven't got the time to write recently, but it's already midway done. :'D
ENVY
ryotego
Ryo doesn’t like it when he sees Tegoshi tagging along with Massu all the time, especially when they go out. He gets ideas like they’re actually dating, whereas in fact, they’re just best friends. He thinks that he’s falling behind for Tegoshi, that he isn’t trying hard enough for him, that he’s never going to find a way to tell him. He wants to get rid of Massu whatever it takes, whatever Ryo has to do just to get Tegoshi alone because he wants him for himself.
The one day Ryo finds Tegoshi alone, is when he finds him on the couch of his dressing room, curled up, and sound asleep. It’s days like this Ryo gives into temptation, kisses the sleeping boy on his lips, makes sure he savors every second of it while no one enters or knocks. But before he even realizes it, Tegoshi is awake; a little alarmed, naturally, but freely gives into Ryo as if it’s learning how to kiss.
They keep up with this for as long as they can, until Massu walks in on them while they’re making out.
GREED
tegopi
Life for Yamapi is hard, especially because he is leader. Leader means being in charge of the members, keeping up the cooperation and formation they all need to work on, making sure everyone gets an equal share. It’s especially hard for Yamapi, because he himself refuses an equal share.
He wants all of Tegoshi, all of him and nothing of him is left. He is forever his and his only. Sometimes Yamapi is afraid that he’s scaring the boy, but he seems alright, and that’s all he cares about. Yamapi is always watching his every move, guiding his every step, feeding his every need that he spoils him. When Tegoshi is seen speaking to someone none other than leader, Yamapi barges in on the conversation and pulls Tegoshi away from it. It’s unfair for the third person, but Yamapi is Tegoshi’s first, and he wants to keep it that way. Yamapi is greedy like that, kissing Tegoshi against the floor, belts unbuckling, dress shirts unbuttoning. He doesn’t seem to mind, because the simple excuse he can quickly think of is that he’s leader.
GLUTTONY
tegoshige
Tegoshi didn’t like it when Ryo teased him about kissing; all he knew was it was the act of pressing lips, a little touch, more pressure, warmth-the share of air. “Go knot a cherry stem,” he said, teased Tegoshi like he always did. He was obviously nerved by this, especially the cherry-knotting bit.
So asking help from his-better-friends was something he often did when Ryo mentioned something incomprehensible.
Shige told him to try out it himself, gave him and himself a cherry each. He told him to knot it with his tongue, “It’s a good way to practice kissing without embarrassing yourself in front of your significant other,” and showed him his knotted piece. He watched Tegoshi do this a few more times after the first, and as if for the first time, he started to feel something new and real, the smell of cherry and everything. Shige saw his complication, wanted to help the boy but didn’t know how.
“You’re doing it wrong,” he said, shove himself a little forward, his hands around the air that surrounded Tegoshi. “It’s-” and his mouth is on his, his tongue slipped in by accident.
LUST
ryotego
He makes a small sound at the back of his throat, cranes his head back and digs his fingernails into his back. He’s hard for Ryo like this, wants more of it, more of him. Tegoshi is small under him, but it’s nothing he complains about, because this body above him loves him like that, kissing, pulling, fucking him hard. Ryo bucks his hips closer to Tegoshi’s and it’s-
“Oh-” he moans, Ryo’s teeth latched on his neck, and it’s a bright, white hot explosion inside him. They find a slow pace at first; go faster each time Tegoshi hears the creak of the bed, the headboard banging on the wall above his head. He desperately pulls Ryo in for a desperate kiss, lets a few renegade tears fall because he can’t take it, can’t take the temptation swelling inside him. It fills him with a thousand different emotions he’s not ready to deal with at the moment, but it’s Ryo he’s with, and it doesn’t seem so complicated anymore.
And this is all he thinks of when he’s having sex with Massu.
PRIDE
nishikato
Just because the maid uniform fits him well, it doesn’t mean he’s already that pretty. Nishikido thinks otherwise, and often tells Shige that he’s a very pretty maid. It’s in the same situation when Nishikido finds any way he can get to look at his underwear, because “I find that piece of clothing very appealing, especially for a man of my age.” Shige asks him why he has to be such a pervert or delinquent, and the only answer he gets is because Nishikido is his master, he bought him, and there’s nothing he can do about it.
One morning, Shige serves him breakfast outdoors. He keeps his skirt low while standing beside the table, watches Nishikido eat his meal. He invites Shige to eat with him, but he profusely refuses. Nishikido starts reminding him again about his power, his wealth over this maid Shige, demands him to eat with him. He has no choice but to sit next to his master, while Nishikido licks the cream off Shige’s lip.
SLOTH
koyashige
Summer Sunday morning, both Koyama and Shige are cleaning up their apartment, carrying baskets of their laundry to the basement. Once everything is cleared, Shige sits on top of the washing machine, cranes his neck back for a little stretching when Koyama stirs forward against the washing machine, against Shige. His long legs are on either side of Koyama’s elbows, his hands ruffling the bleaches of his hair, kisses him on the forehead. It’s hot on that particular day of summer, and there is a compelling reason why Koyama is stripping, why he is pulling Shige’s shirt off his shoulders for him.
They’re slow when they start off, but it’s because of the heat that’s becoming of their attitude. They’ve done this quite a number of times, yes, even on the floor of the basement.
“It’s too hot, Keii-chan; I’m tired,” Shige complains, throws his arms on Koyama’s shoulders. “Just ride me.” And so Shige lies on his stomach, waits for Koyama to do the rest for him.
WRATH
ryopi
And the heart just keeps beating, slower and slower every fleeting second of life. They’re both naked, and it’s all over his body, all over Yamapi’s. There is a pool in the bathtub he’s in, some of the liquid spilling out of its brim as Yamapi climbs out, bare feet on broken glass. It’s like a ghost town: silence; darkness; broken glass with some red smeared on the floor; wind whirling into the house, blowing stained curtains; rain outside, dripping on the window panes on the outside, blood on the inside.
He drops the knife he has in his hand, pulls Ryo’s still body in for one last kiss. He gets it into his mouth, and it’s like the taste of iron. Yamapi shakes back into his clothes, dress shirt soiled with he knows what, as he tries to cover it with his jacket. He looks at Ryo one last time; his eyes closed, a listless expression on his face, and for once, Yamapi thinks he’s peaceful like this, stark naked in a bathtub.