Seven Deadly Sins

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The sins: pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, hatred, sloth.
Pairings: G/J R/C, L/L, G/R/C, D/W D/all C/B


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*A dark stage… two pinspots light two empty stools, mics on stands. A whisper of footsteps… two men sit down, wrapped in their own thoughts.*

Pride
(Jeff/Greg)

Duet in Armani

Look at him.
(Look at him.)
I don’t believe it…
(I don’t believe it…)
He’s intelligent, wicked and gorgeous…
(He’s intelligent, wicked and gorgeous…)

-~both: Look at him!

(So lucky to have him…)
So lucky he said yes…
(He’s always impeccable…)
He’s so undressable…
(I love to strip for him…)
Oh, god, when he strips for me…

-~both: Heavenly!

Still, I wonder…
(Sometimes I wonder…)
What does he see in me?
(What does he see in me?)
I’m so much older…
(He’s so worldly, so wise…)

-~both: I wish I could see through his eyes!

(But when he holds me…)
But when I hold him…
(The world disappears…)
Nothing else matters…
(And when we make love…)
And when we make love…

-~both: No fears… and the world disappears!

He makes me feel young…
(He makes me feel worldly and wise…)
I love the taste of him on my tongue…
(I see the love in his eyes…)
I’m the lucky one!
(I’m the lucky one!)

-~both: He’s mine!
All mine...
(Mine...)

-~both: Look at him!

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“Helping Hands” provides an opportunity to claim his property…
Ryan/Colin

Greed

I don’t want to share,
You’re mine!
To hell with the show!

(Hush… I don’t mean that… I know it brought you to me…)

But, you ARE mine!

So I do what I dare,
Marking your body as mine…
Wrapping my arms around you,
Rubbing my scent all over
Your trembles tell me you know what I’m doing.

You’re MINE!

I know how everyone wants you.
I’ve seen the way they look at you…
Everyone wants to touch you, to taste you.
So I look into their eyes
As I suck on your fingers.
Taking them in deeply
My eyes close halfway, and the fingers become
A different part of you.
(Oh, yes.. they know it – I’ve watched them squirm...
Wanting you.)

I hear you moan,
Vibrations ripple through my chest
Your teeth biting, marking me, too.
I press back against you
Promises made
To be collected later.

Because you’re mine.

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Lust

A Musical Interlude

(Linda/Laura)

They never really think of us…
We’re there in the background,
Backups, silent voiced, our fingers do the talking.

But, oh, I watch you
Wrapped in your music, enraptured.
Let me wrap myself around you,
And we’ll hide in the music together.

I watch your fingers as you play
Rough pads pluck beautiful sounds
From strings that shiver at your touch.
Let me be the strings you pluck!

I want to coax the music from you
Sweet moans as my fingers
Perform a glissando down your spine.
Little arpeggios of sound
Building to a delicious crescendo.


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Envy


Sometimes envy is best expressed in black and white.
Pairing: The eternal triangle of Greg/Ryan/Colin

Love’s Lie

He should have been mine!
I met him first!
Erotic lightning struck with the first touch.
Burned his body into my memory –
Seared into my flesh
Leaving me hungry for more.

He should have been mine!
I knew that he wanted me,
Why else would he pull me closer~
Flesh on flesh, clothes-be-damned…
Stroking my skin
I wasn’t playing ‘Helping Hands’…
How could he NOT have known?

He would have been mine!
But when I opened myself up to him,
He told me he wasn’t gay.
(He lied)
He said he only loved his wife…
(Poor woman, he lied to her, too!)

I should have forced him to listen to me…
Pulled him down like a leopard
(No small ocelot here!)
Ravaged and ravished him,
Fucked the resistance out of him…
Made him surrender to me.
Taken him far away –
And devoured him in private.

But no, I didn’t…
(Dumb fuck)
I was a gentleman, backed off…
(Fuckin’ idiot – how’s that for ironic, Alanis?)
Left him alone
To be seduced by a cow-eyed Canuck.

And now? And now?
I sit up there with them…
(Fuckin’ masochist, can’t stay away)
I watch them touch,
Hear their whispers,
See the love in their eyes
(His eyes… they should have been looking at me!)
And, God help me…
I still think he should have been mine.

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Gluttony

(Despite what your parents said, sometimes you * have * to play with your food.)

For Drew… you know who. (Love, WB)

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Moveable Feast


Take off your glasses,
Let me lose myself in your eyes.
I know why you hide them…
Blueberries ripe,
Juicy tears to be licked before they can fall.

Your hair tickles
Raw honey-colored fluff,
Spun cotton candy against my cheek
Sweet.

Let me unwrap you.
Clothes peel away,
So many layers until I reach
Your creamy goodness.

Oh, yes!

I’ll work my way with you,
Nibble down your neck…
Lick shivers from nips that beg
To be taken… slowly.

Your moans are sweet
Little bonbons of sound…
Delicious.

My body glides across yours
As I reclaim your mouth –
Easy…
Like taking candy from a baby.

My hands run down your body,
What have we here, hmmm?
Hard candy, salty/sweet
Begging to be licked,
Sucked into submission.

Shall I continue?
How long can I make this last?
Your hands reach for me…
As far as the bonds will let them.

Sweet torture.

Cum for me, now!
Like a cat, I’ll lick up the cream…
Purring as you submit
Your body melting, sweet…
Vanilla ice cream,

Delicious contrast.

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Hatred

Hatred burns brightest when hidden, but can consume more than we are willing to pay.

(Drew/All)


The Thing in the Basement

Oh, I’ll play the game, won’t let them see how much their jokes hurt.
I’ll watch them pair off, huddling in darkened corners,
Stealing kisses, whispering promises, planning their rendezvous,
Forgetting I’m here ~ or God forbid, pitying me.

But when I’m alone…
They don’t know what I do to them when I’m alone!
Furniture breaks, and I hear bones crack
Glass shatters, empty bottles in shards that cut as easily as their words do.
I’ve melted their pictures, watching them curl up and blow away.
Oh, yes, I’ve killed them all…

Damn them for their greed!
Wives, children, picture-perfect…
But does that satisfy? HELL NO!
Not enough for them to have one mate, they’ve stolen each other as well!
Paired off, squared off, shut out, and closed in…
Why not me?

Why not me!?
I’ve kissed them all…
Felt them up, too…
(Gotten a rise out of each of them, if you know what I mean)
So why don’t they want me?

I’ve got hair; I’ve got money,
So what if I’m a little bit plump?
None of the guys my age look that great, either.
And the young punks don’t really count…
(Not that I’d kick ‘em out of bed – at least not until I was done.)

So instead, I use them
Wrap my fantasies around them
The way my hand wraps around me.
Oh, yes… take it all - you know you want it, Stick-boy!
Fuck them for their pity!

I make them serve me – feel them lick my feet…
Ram, bam, thank you ma’am,
Use them up one by one, then kick ‘em out on the sidewalk
Leave ‘em naked and crying for more, crying because I dumped them.
Oh, yes!

Sweat-soaked, chest heaving, spent…
The sour smell of twisted dreams clings to my skin
As I rise from the basement…
Just good ol’ Drew taking out the trash of bitterness and broken dreams.


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Sloth

(Colin/Brad)

~It was just a lazy, hazy kind of morning lying in a cuddle clump on top of a hotel room bed…~


Good crowd last night.
(We’ve been really lucky, you know)
I love it when audiences come prepared.
(Mmm… but come on, now… “The Garbage Man and the Ground Hog”?)

Thank god we don’t have to perform tonight!
(Travel is the hardest part of this gig)
Room service, or go out?
(I’m not getting dressed for anyone, I’m on strike!)
That’s all right, I’m not really hungry.
(* smile * Oh, really?)

Well…
(I’ve got something you could nibble on…)
. . .
(I love it when you look at me that way.)