Title: The Sins Of A Demon
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Fandom: Buffy
Email: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
AN1: Written for the challenge community
stagesoflove - one drabble for each deadly sin.AN2: This is a continuation of the 'verse set up in 'A Demon's-Eye View Of Love', written for the first challenge - The Five Stages Of Love - links to which can be found here.
Pride - superbia
1. An excessive belief in one's own abilities, a desire to be important or attractive to others or excessive love of self (holding self out of proper position toward God or fellows); It has been called the sin from which all others arise. Pride is also known as Vanity.
2. A sense of one's own proper dignity or value; self-respect.
3. Pleasure or satisfaction taken in an achievement, possession, or association.
Xander rose just eighteen hours after his final breath, and Spike was filled with a father's prideful joy. The boy had jerked awake, had gasped just once then licked his lips, and turned adoring, hungry, lustful eyes upon his Sire.
He'd waited, still as stone, for Spike, for Sire, to call him close, to offer up a second taste of liquid immortality. His eagerness to please, his blind obedience, his love - everything was written on his face. He truly was a perfect, flawless childe.
As Xander suckled, Spike planned their triumphal return to the very mouth of Hell, to Sunnydale.
Envy - invidia
1. the desire for others' traits, status, abilities, or situation.
2. resentment of others for their possessions.
Xander's new unlife was filled with love and lust and Sire's blood and pain enough to please. His pampered status soon became the envy of the house, every minion jealous of his 'luck'.
Spike was well aware of the gossip and the glares, and watched with eager bloodlust in his eyes. He knew his boy was building up a pretty head of steam, incensed more by their disrespect for Spike than for himself. He knew that soon his quietly volcanic love would blow.
. . .
The whispers afterwards were filled with fear, respect and awe. He truly was the progeny of Spike.
Wrath - anger/ira
1. Inappropriate (unrighteous) feelings of hatred, revenge or even denial, as well as punitive desires outside of justice.
2. Forceful, often vindictive anger.
"We'll..."
A roundhouse punch is blocked, returned and countered with a tight Half Nelson.
"Show..."
The hold is disengaged with ease and the combatants fall back to try again.
"That bastard..."
A kick, the swing so fast it has its own sound, is ducked, the drop-down motion morphing into an ankle sweep.
"How..."
A flurry of blows drives the opponent back, deflecting most but certainly not all.
"A real..."
Flip. Throw. Pin.
"Sire..."
A stake is pressed an inch into flesh.
"Treats..."
A hard, violent kiss is shared.
"His Childe."
"Thank you, Sire."
"You're ready, Xan. Let's go and pack."
Lust - luxuria
1. The word lust means sexual desire (this meaning is sometimes metaphorically extended to other forms of desire, e.g. lust for power).
2. Intense eagerness or enthusiasm: a lust for life.
Look at him - my Childe, my perfect, wicked boy. Watch him as he wanders about amidst those sheep. I'm so very bloody tempted to ditch this stupid plan, to go down there and fuck him on the dancefloor, just to see the blinkers fall from their blank eyes, the brainless gits. And it's not like they can't tell he's somehow different from the way he was, but Sunnydale has a blindness all its own. They're drawn to him, there's even some who try to touch my boy, but he's loyal, he is, he never lets them near. He craves my touch.
Gluttony - gula
1.wasting of food, either through overindulgence in food, drink or intoxicants, misplaced desire for food for its sensuality, or withholding food from the needy.
2. "Excessive love of pleasure" was Dante's rendering.
It had been the work of moments to trip the locks and jam the doors, and then the frenzied feasting had begun. One hour later not a soul was standing in the Bronze, and Sire and childe were glutted and replete.
They'd fed and fucked and fucked and fed and fed and fucked some more, allowing one or two to flee the carnage. And then they waited, sated, and anticipated tasting their next course.
As if on cue the door flew off its hinges and they turned, watched as Buffy, Angel and the others shuffled in.
"Ready for dessert, luv?"
Sloth - acedia
Xander stretched and scratched his chest, sluggish from the frenzied feast and fuckfest they had shared.
"Now that we've killed Buffy, Sire, what do we do next? I feel like I could take on half the world."
"You're flying high on Slayer's blood; enjoy it while it lasts. I only had a taste of her myself. That Watcher bloke had chaos in his veins and your girl was sweet, full of untouched magic, full of power."
Spike tugged Xander back into his arms.
"We'll make plans to rule the Hellmouth, later, Childe. We've got all the time in the world."
Greed - avaritia
"Greed" (avarice, covetousness) - an excessive desire to possess more than one has need or use for.
"It's been three months now, Sire. When are they going to send us a shiny new Slayer to play with?"
Spike surveyed his pouting childe and ruefully shook his head.
"Not too sure they'll send another one out this way for a while, Pet, not after what we did to that Kendra bint and the other one. What was her name again?"
"Her name was Faith." Xander purred happily in fond remembrance. "She squirmed."
"Hardly surprising, love, what with you on top of her like that. The point is we've taken out three Slayers in a year."
"I want another!"
Originally posted here: Pride, Envy, Wrath, Lust, Gluttony and Sloth and Greed.