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Pride
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler: The Pack (kinda)
More of a ficlet then drabble...

Xander strode through Sunnydale with his pack at his heels, yipping as they commenced the first hunt of the night. He could feel the sexual energy thrumming through the air as they neared one of the clubs that was located in Sunnydale. One of the few clubs besides the Bronze. It was called ‘Red’ and Xander had no doubt it catered to a slightly more cagey population then the Bronze did. Suddenly he sensed a scuffle in an alley and saw a vampire finish draining his victim. “Go inside.” He ordered Kyle and the others. “I’ll join shortly.” Smirking he swaggered into the alley, a definite roll to his hips. The vampire looked up at him, and the gold eyes shifted back to blue, as the game face faded Xander found himself looking at a pale but incredibly handsome man. “Hiya.”
“Yeah, what’s it you want.” The vampire demanded, lighting up a cigarette and offering him one. Xander’s surprised, usually with vamps it’s fight first think second. But the nights young and he’s feeling the power throb through him.
“Was thinking. Maybe a fuck.” Vamp looks up now, eyes glinting and suddenly Xander’s against the wall looking at a game-faced demon. He allows his own power to show, eyes glittering ghostly green and aura flickering around him like flames. Then the vamp was on him, kissing him for all he’s worth and Xander cann feel the alpha vibes coming off him. He fights for dominance, against the hold the vampire’s got on him and the kiss but he looses. The vampire knows what he’s doing and Xander’s lost it.
“You gonna behave if I take you back to my hideout pet?” The vampire asks and all Xander can do is whimper. His pack will find him tomorrow, but it’d be beset if they didn’t see him like this. Under the control of a vampire, under someone who wasn’t pack. His pride may be gone but he’ll keep his dignity.

Greed
Pairing: Wes/Lindsey
Rating: PG-13

Lindsey knew it was greed, to want all of Wesley to himself, to want to control his waking hours like he did his sleeping ones. He can’t help it. His nature makes him greedy, makes him want it all. He’s got Wesley’s kisses, his body, his cock but he doesn’t have Wesley’s mind, his heart, his soul. And Lindsey wants them, wants them like a child who’s only allowed a piece of the chocolate bar and knows there’s a huge gigantic bar out there that he can’t reach. Wes comes to him, at dark, after finishing the ‘saving the world’ routine. He opens the door to Lindsey’s apartment, strips off and crawls into Lindsey’s bed. Then, after they’ve fucked and Lindsey has lapsed into a post coital doze, he showers and leaves. Lindsey knows it’s greedy to want more. It doesn’t stop him from wanting Wes, just once, to stay.

Envy
Pairing: Draco/Ron UST, Harry/Ron
Rating: PG-13

Draco hates Harry Potter. Really honestly truly hates him. He’s got money, fame and friends. He has two things Draco doesn’t have and something that Draco desperately wants. He has the Weasel. Sure, that shouldn’t be something to be envious of, but Draco is. Weasley with his poverty and his too ragged clothes and too large family. Weasley with his boundless enthusiasm and a goofy crooked smile. Weasley who may have fights with Potter but was always, always, at Potter’s bloody side when the true danger came. So Draco is envious of Potter, not because of the fame, or fortune or even the friends really. He’s jealous because he knows that Potter’s got Weasley’s arse in his bed.
And Draco doesn’t.

Anger
Pairing: Angelus/Xander, mentioned: Angel/Buffy, Angelus/Darla, Angelus/Dru, Angelus/Spike

Angelus was angry. He was angry because of a lot of things. For one, his stupid fucking idiotic souled counterpart had fucked a slayer! It was like… Darla all over again. Angel… Liam… couldn’t resist a blonde whore. So Angelus was angry at his soul, for not ripping the bitch’s throat out, for not gorging on her blood and mostly, for trying Not. To. Hurt. Her!!!! He could understand Darla’s appeal, after all she was his sire, and not only that she curves at least. But Angelus far preferred the brunettes. So he was angry about that too. His soul, and that fucking slayer, had hurt his two youngest childer. Had hurt his beautiful insane, brunette Drusilla. Had hurt her while she was weak and couldn’t fight back. And Angel had hurt his William… and maybe Angelus could understand that. This newest incarnation grated on his nerves. William had clearly forgotten who was in charge of their family. He challenged Angelus and got right down snarky, and he’d died his hair. Blonde.
So Angelus was pissed off. He was angry. He was having a royal snit.
And stumbling upon the only brunet Scooby, alone and Slayer-less, smelling like blood and pain and anger was too good an opportunity to miss.
Maybe what Spike needed was a little brother….
Lust (from same universe as 'Brown' and 'In need of a Lobotomy')
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG-13

Lust would be his kitten’s downfall. Spike knew that. He had spent so much time hating vampires that being under the control of one must be killing him. But Spike knew that pride wasn’t the sin his kitten would fall to. His kitten had been kicked way too many times when he was down so he knew how to recover from pride. His kitten had no one but Spike around so there was no-one to envy but his master and Spike knew his kitten wouldn’t do that. Greed though, and gluttony, and lust. Those Spike could master and those his kitten would fall to. Fall like the pretty little angel he was, fall into Spike’s arms so Spike could replaced those bright white feathers with devil’s wings.

Gluttony
Pairing: Xellos/Zelgadis
Rating: PG-13


Xellos knew he was being gluttonous but Zelgadis was just too good a meal. Zel-chan’s pain came in so many different flavors, and as he watched Lina, Gourry, and Amelia eat his pain was that delightfully sweet tang of pain mixed with longing. Zel wanted to eat like they could, Xellos knew that, he wanted to glut himself on human food, to gorge until he couldn’t move. But Zelgadis’ body couldn’t process much human food, Xellos had seen it when Zelgadis had pushed it too far and ended up vomiting in the nearest toilet. Then his pain was mixed with despair, and hatred and self-loathing. It was bitter and sharp and slid down just the right way. Xellos knew that if he took Zelgadis away, took him back to his room on Wolf Pack Island then Zelgadis could feed him and Zellas until they were always full. More Xellos might just be able to convince Zelgadis he would never be human again, and that he was better then that. That he was beautiful and far better as a chimera. And maybe, maybe, if he drove the pain in the right direction. If he mixed the pain with lust and hatred and jealousy and fear and longing then he could convince Zelgadis to loose the mortal coil. (Though as a chimera he was really more immortal then not wasn’t he? Something to ask Zellas maybe) To give into the drow demon inside of him and become Mazoku. Standing up from the table Xellos gave them all a grin. “I’m full.” And then vanished before they could ask questions, but the look in Zelgadis’ eyes before he left told him all he needed to know.
It might be gluttinous, but whenever he needed a meal Zel would always be willing to oblige.

Sloth
Pairing: Gunn/Wesley
Rating: PG (...I actually wrote a PG fic. I *refuse* to write PG slash! It shouldn't be possible!!!)


Gunn groaned and reached over a hand to smack off the alarm clock before dragging the skinny pale man who was sharing his bed back to him. “Charles. I’m afraid that we need to wake up.” Gunn growled slightly and nuzzled into Wes’ neck.
“Don’t need to English. Boss man might just get a little snippy if we’re late.” Gunn mumbled and felt more then heard Wesley’s chuckle.
“Be that as it may,” and her that oh so proper voice became decidedly prim. “Sloth is a sin you know.” Gunn growled and turned off the bedside lamp that Wes had decided to turn on in the beginning of his dastardly plan to get out of Gunn’s nice warm and comfy bed. Gunn was not gonna deal with being Wes-less tonight.
“No. Getting up at this hour and going to work where we will once again end up slime covered, bruised and for you probably bleeding is a sin Wes. Sloth is a blessing that we are both going to enjoy.”