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Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here

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"Hey Pride."




"Hyungwon! Hyungwonnie! Wonniiiiieeee--"


"When will you let me fuck you on your throne?"

In the background, Gluttony choked on his lunch. Wrath looked on curiously, not really surprised. Greed hissed "LUXURIA!" and attempted to cover Envy's ears. His hands were promptly swatted away.

"I'm not a kid! And it's not like I didn't already know that they're fucking!"

"Yeah, 'cause you always have to know everything about everyone, don't you?" Sloth helpfully supplied.

Envy grinned. "It's why I exist."

Pride pretended to mull it over.

"Never." he said simply before returning to his book.


"And if you keep whining, I won't ever let you come within a 5-kilometer radius--"


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Their arrangement started with a fight.

Lust had strolled in late to their meeting as usual but Pride finally snapped.
They've known each other the longest, but that doesn't excuse Lust's lack of respect, he had said.
Lust tried to shrug it off and made a flimsy excuse. Pride was having none of it.
He called his oldest comrade many names, recounted many of his transgressions in front of the others, and it was so bad that Wrath contemplated on stepping out of the room to ease his influence on their young king.
Lust kept uncannily quiet throughout the whole ordeal. When their leader paused to take a breath, he asked, "Are you finished?" and was answered with a glare. Nonetheless, Pride found himself out of steam. Lust then took it as an opportunity to pull him by the wrist and out of the door.

"Should I follow them--"

"No need, Envy. Let them talk it out."

"Aw, Wrath, so innocent. There's no way they're gonna just talk it out--"

"He's been trying to get into Pride's pants since, what, that epic failure of a lay with Sloth?"

"Ha ha funny, Gluttony."

"Can we all drop this subject now? I think I'm gonna puke."

"Aw, Greed, so delicate."



The door closed behind Lust with a tiny click.

"I know you think I'm stupid, which is sometimes true, I know, but whatever. I was somehow hoping that with all we've been through together, you wouldn't throw me under the bus like that--"

"Yeah you're stupid for thinking I wouldn't."

Lust stared at him with hatred he's never shown before. It made Pride swell with twisted satisfaction. It also made him burn inside with something else; something familiar, a little fire he's always felt towards the other but didn't dare stoke.

The next thing he knew, the small flame has become an inferno, and he had Lust's tongue down his throat. Their kiss was so messy it could hardly be called a kiss. They were animals licking, biting, scratching at each other with their teeth. They grabbed and clawed and carved ribbons into each other's skin. He found himself on his back, his spread legs shaking as Lust pounded into him like there was no tomorrow.

It was supposed to hurt.
But Lust's eyes were glowing, and in Pride's half-crazed state he knew the other was using his powers to make the whole experience more pleasurable, to make him want more and more and MORE.
It was the best excuse he could come up with for why he came so hard he blacked out.

He woke up with the thought that he had to be bleeding in places, but for some reason he didn't really care. That's gotta be the best sex he's had in years. In millennia.

"I should've done this a long time ago. I don't remember why I haven't tried."

"What, fucking me into submission?"

"Hah! That would take a whole lotta centuries and a whole lotta fucking."

Pride had no answer to that.

"Nah, I meant... we should've done this a long time ago, you know?"

"No, I do not know. You have to elaborate."

"I meant THIS!" Lust's arms flailed wildly between the two of them. "Releasing stress! See, you're back to your sassy self! I got to use my powers, you got to use yours--"

"No I didn't--"

"Yes, you did! It's what pushed me to perform like that! I felt like I could do anything!" Lust wiggled his eyebrows up and down. "Turns out we're veeeery compatible!"

Pride scoffed.

"I'm not letting you off the hook just because you're a good lay."

"I'm not a good lay, I'm great! Excellent! Perfect!"

"Can we please stick with the subject?"

Lust pouted.

"I'm sorry I was late today and all the other days before. Any reason I'd give would just be an excuse, but please know that I'll make it up to all of you by working harder."

He looked sincere enough; he had to be if he could meet Pride's cold stare for so long that Pride had no other choice but to look away first.

"Alright," he sighed, resigned.

He was met with Lust's gummy smile.

"Great! Now that that's out of the way..." the other man creeped closer, his hand disappearing underneath the sheets. "I know other things we can stick with."

Pride rolled his eyes but lifted his arms to wrap them around Lust's shoulders just as the other man hovered over him.

"You make the lamest puns."

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"If you keep sighing like that, I will be obligated to ask you what's wrong."

Pride turned his gaze to Greed for a second before breathing out another heavy sigh.

"Okay, let's pretend this is not going to be awkward: spill."

The taller man exhaled again and plopped on the dining table before talking.

"Say... you want to get rid of a leech--"

"I'm automatically assuming the leech is Lust." Greed interjected.

"You want to get rid of a leech... without hurting it, so what would you do?"

"All that sex tiring you out? Weakshit."

"Just because you haven't been laid in centuries--"

"Who said I haven't?"

Pride's stare didn't deter Greed's sleazy grin at the slightest.

"If you don't wanna have sex anymore, tell him. Or better yet: order him to stop bugging you. But seriously? I think it's good for you both. I mean, it's just sex, isn't it?"

Greed pretended he didn't notice Pride looking away and ignoring the question.

"It's just that... why me? I'm pretty sure he's flirted with everyone and can charm anyone into going along with his whims."

"You've known each other the longest out of all of us."


Greed shrugged. "I dunno. But.. I think it works between the two of you because, one: you've known each other since who-knows-when, and two: your powers complement each other?"

"I complement all of you."

"Yeah, but together, you and Lust bring the best out of each other, you know what I mean?"


"Or you're pretending not to know, stupid brat," Greed thought. It was his turn to sigh. He was low-key regretting ever asking.

"Okay, I'll give you reasons for why it's you and not any of the rest of us--"

"Yay, I'm the sacrificial lamb." Pride said in a dead monotone.

Greed levelled him a look.

"Wrath will burn him alive if he ever attempts using his powers on him. Then we have Gluttony who would rather eat his own foot than get into bed with him. He knows not to touch Envy lest I tear him a new one. And we all know the only reason Sloth had slept with him--"

Greed did not miss Pride's minuscule flinch

"--was because he's too lazy to fight back."

A beat of silence.



"And you? Have you ever slept with Lust?"

Golden eyes met cold steel.

Greed's answer was a smirk.

Pride rolled his eyes, sighed, and stood up to walk away just as Envy came swaggering in.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out! Why don't you ask him?"

Pride threw Greed a look over his shoulder.

"Are you forgetting who I am?," he asked coldly.
Then he left.

Envy whistled the best he could while munching on a burger.

"Should I be worried about my position? That jealousy level was crazy!"

"Yeah I'm not you but even I could sense that."

"What'd you say to him? What's that all about?"

"Nothing. You just have to keep away from him for a while; you're rubbing off of him too much."

Bits of bread and meat flew as Envy spat out,

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Everything was red.

He stomped away from the dining room, eager to get far from Greed and his questions.

His blood was boiling but he didn't know the exact reason for it.

"Oh, hey Pride--"

He immediately swung his fist backwards, caught Lust by the collar, pushed him down and promptly sat on his crotch.

In an instant, they've teleported from the hallway and onto the top of the other man's bed.

Lust, a little out of breath, looked up at him with wide eyes and a grin.

"Weeeeell, hello to you too!"

"Shut it with the niceties."

"I'm always nice when I'm about to get laid!"

This man and his irritating smile, Pride thought. He reached downwards to unzip the other man's pants.

"What, no foreplay?" Lust whined.

Pride gave him a condescending look.

"Your intimidation tactics don't exactly work that well when you have your fingers wrapped around my dick---AAAAAHHG!" the redhead screamed when Pride squeezed the tip of his erection.

"You already hard is exactly why we don't need foreplay," the taller man said. He lifted his hips just enough to take his own pants and underwear off and fling them away. He turned back to Lust and saw that he was looking at him with a strange expression. It seemed suspiciously akin to concern.

"Hey," Lust started, planting his hands on Pride's thighs. "What's wrong?"

Everything and nothing, Pride's mind supplied. It feels like you're consuming me, and I know I should be scared but this feels familiar, comforting even.

But instead of answering, he slapped Lust's hands away.

"Hands off. If you move, I'll leave," he warned scathingly before looking away and arranging himself on top of the other. Lust had looked like he's about to protest, but eventually didn't push him.

Thorned black branches materialized out of thin air and wrapped around Lust's wrists.
Pride raised an eyebrow at him.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." The redhead grinned assuringly as the branches attached themselves to the grills by the headboard, effectively trapping him. "All yours now."

Pride's chest tingled with something parallel with "I wish."

He dismissed the thought and focused on sliding down the other man's cock.
Inch by inch he sheathed him, hissing at the stretch. He could never get used to the amazing feeling. The thighs beneath him trembled, straining to keep still as he took him to the hilt. He took a chance and looked at Lust's face. The man had closed his eyes, savoring the moment, but as if he felt Pride's gaze, he opened them.

"You good up there?" Lust asked, panting.

Pride answered by grinding down hard and smirking, eliciting a groan from the other. He began bobbing up and down in an excruciatingly slow pace.

"You're killing me..." The red-haired man moaned.

"Pfft, you're... aah... immortal."


Did Pride imagine it? A flash of hurt had streaked across Lust's face. But in the next second that he blinked, the sad smile had disappeared.

"But you know they call orgasms le petit morte so I guess it's fitting--"

"I changed my mind; one more word and I'm pulling off of your dick."

Lust grinned one last time before shutting his mouth and letting Pride take everything he wanted.

It wasn't enough.

Pride reveled in the feeling of the thick, hot cock inside him, bouncing on it, driving it harder and deeper into him with reckless abandon. But for some reason every stroke, every motion was not enough to satisfy him. The other man had taken his promise seriously and never moved an inch, didn't help Pride in chasing his pleasure.

He couldn't fuck himself on Lust's cock the same way Lust fucked him.

"What?" Lust asked breathlessly when Pride stopped moving on top of him.

"It's not... aahhnn..." Pride moaned as he tried once more, rolling his hips for delicious friction. He threw his head back in frustration. "N-not enough..."

"What... what do you want me to do, baby?"

He braved it this time and met Lust's gaze head-on.

"Fuck me."

In a flash, Lust was free. He caged Pride in a tight embrace and licked his way into the other man's waiting mouth. They drank hungrily from each other, teeth, lips, and tongues clashing.

"This... is why... I'm Lust, not you." Lust groaned by Pride's ear as he pounded obsessively into the other, hitting his prostate ever single time, making him scream.


"You're so... delicious... FUCK!" He cursed as he thrusted particularly hard.
He panted heavily as he pressed open kisses down the other's cheek, licked long wet stripes down his neck and collar bones. He grabbed his partner's ass with two hands and rammed into him repeatedly, impossibly harder, impossibly faster.

Pride was reduced to whimpers, hanging onto Lust's shoulders for dear life as they both chased their peaks.

And when it came, it came to them like tidal waves, slamming the breath out of their lungs. Pride surged closer, shaking violently, his untouched dick spraying both their chests with sticky come. Lust shivered, nuzzling into the other man's neck as he emptied himself inside him.

For a moment, only the sound of their breathing filled the room.

"You sought me out first this time."


"I think I wanna know why."

Pride scoffed. "I don't owe you shit."
He then proceeded to pull away. Come trickled down from between his legs and he nonchalantly wiped it off on the bedsheet as he went to pick up his pants.

Lust didn't stop him, and opted to stretch back onto the bed, not caring that his dick was still out.

"Yeah but I wanna know so I can exploit the reason for next time--Oh wait, let me fuck you on your throne next time!"

"There will be no next time," Pride snarled before walking out the door slamming it shut.

Lust, unperturbed, smiled darkly.

"Oh, believe me, Hyungwon; there always is. You'll seek me out again soon."

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"Say my name."


"Say it."

Pride's eyes flashed dangerously. "Why don't you beg first?"

"As if." Lust laughed and pulled out of him completely, making the other man whine in displeasure.

"Asshole." Pride cursed as he dug his fingers into his own palms. He tugged violently but his bindings won't give. Cursed Lust and his fancy thorns.

Lust chuckled.
"I'm pretty sure I'm the dick in this relationship." He accentuated his statement by rubbing the tip of his cock against Pride's hole. "Come on. You want this, right?" He teased. "Say my name."

"Fuck you."

Lust pretended to think it over.
"Hmmm, close, but not quite."

"Lust..." Pride growled.


"L-lu...Luxuria---Ahn!" Pride jolted when Lust thrusted back into him with a smile on his face.

"Almost there! Ah... fuck..." The redhead moaned as he rolled his hips to grind deliciously into the other. "You can do it, come on..." He leaned closer so that they were eye to eye, their breaths mingling.

The next words were merely a whisper.

"My name, Hyungwon..."

Hyungwon could swear his non-existent heart had stopped. The world stood still as they stared into each other's eyes. Nothing else existed, only he and the man above him, the man inside him in more ways than one.

If Hyungwon's heart did not exist, what made his chest hurt so much?

He averted his eyes.

"Shut the fuck up and fuck me..."

Lust scowled at the words, but the blond man wasn't finished.


The world began spinning once more, powered solely by the light of the other man's smile.

"Gladly, Your Highness."

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His skin burned with a fever unrivaled.

His gasps stuttered as long fingers slowly worked him open, as they prodded and pressed insistently on the bundle of nerves that had him writhing in ecstasy.

His mouth hung open as he frantically chased his own breath, delirious with mind-numbing pleasure.

"You feeling good, Won? I bet you can come just from this." His lover twisted his wrist just right, and his back came arching off of the sheets, a silent scream on his lips.

"No..." he protested weakly.

"Yeah? But you're already so close."

"No no no no. I want... I want to feel you---uunnggh..." he pleaded. He pushed at his lover's arm and tried to squirm away.

Relenting, the other boy pulled his fingers out and captured his lips in an open-mouthed kiss.

"Are you sure?" he asked when they separated. "I can just get you off like this." His hand strayed downwards and gripped Hyungwon's cock loosely, gave him an experimental tug.


"You can suck me off if you want; we'll try the other thing next time--"

Irritation flared inside him. He grabbed his lover's face and stared at him straight in the eyes. "I want you. I want you inside me. Do you understand?"

Fear flashed across the other boy's face.

"But... but what if I hurt you? I don't want to hurt you, Wonnie."

"I'm not going to break that easily." he stated. He closed the distance between them and let his lips and tongue convey what his words couldn't. His hands roamed, sliding up then down his lover's body, until he reached his cock. He gave it a gentle squeeze and played with the tip to coax him back to hardness.

"Nnnggh..." the other boy began thrusting slowly into Hyungwon's loose fist. Wanting to reciprocate, he slid his fingers back inside Hyungwon.

The dark-haired boy jolted out of their kiss. He threw his head back, closing his eyes, instantly lost in the haze of pleasure.

"You're so beautiful." his lover murmured against his skin.

Skillful fingers pushed him towards the edge, demanded that he fall into the sweet abyss.

"Can you come for me like this, Wonnie?"
He was so close, he couldn't control his own body anymore.

"You'd look even more beautiful when you come untouched."
He could barely understand the words, but he could hear his heart screaming to be one with the other boy.

He opened his tear-stained eyes.

"Minhyukkie. Put it in. Please."

The white-haired boy stopped, captivated by the other's warm, loving gaze.

"Okay." he answered after several heartbeats.
He knocked their foreheads together gently and took a deep breath. "Okay."

Hyungwon's skin prickled with nervous anticipation as the other boy arranged himself between his legs. His hand was grasped tightly, their fingers intertwined, his lover stared back longingly into his eyes and finally, finally----

Pride bolted awake.

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The sheets on Lust's bed are crisply new and pristine white. Beside him, they are also cold.

In his dream, the sheets had been old and torn and dark, but filled with warmth.

Pride stared emptily ahead, his bedmate long gone, trying to decipher the scenes he had seen while asleep.

Two lovers.
He supposed he was meant to be half of the couple, but his dream self had dark hair. The other boy sported snow-white locks.

A declaration.
"I love you, Hyungwon. I love you very much."
A warm hand had cupped his cheek. The statement was accompanied by a bittersweet smile on a beautiful face.

His dream self had closed his eyes then, and said a single word.

A name.

He concentrated hard, but for the life of him he couldn't remember what it was.

Groaning at the incoming headache, he pushed himself up and off the bed.

It was time to see Acedia.


"I need you to do something for me."

Sloth was having a wonderful day until he had heard those words.

That morning he had dutifully influenced several high schoolers into skipping classes. Seeing a classroom half-empty was satisfying for him.
On his way home, he had tampered with a random office worker's dream, thus having him stay in bed longer than necessary. The ensuing spat between the employee and his boss had Sloth skipping with glee.
He had wreaked a kind of havoc that would make Wrath proud, and in turn avoided both Pride and Greed's disappointment.
The sun had barely risen when he had gone home and straight to bed, with the thought that his gym routine can wait until later. He was very pleased with himself.

Not an hour later though, he was sat at the living room, staring at Pride's deep, dark under-eye circles.

The other man had come up to him and gave him an order, one he couldn't refuse simply because of pity. Their young king had looked dead on his feet.

Sloth personally thought the liaison between their leader and their resident troublemaker was mutually beneficial; what with Pride being more composed and less likely to snap at the littlest mistakes and Lust being a little less obnoxious than usual after their trysts. But looking at Pride right now, he wondered if he had to re-evaluate his thoughts. Was Lust perhaps feeding too much off of his energy?

"Say that again? You want me to enter your dreamscape?"

"Yes." Pride had replied simply.

"To do what? Just... watch everything and report to you after?"

"No, I want you to make me conscious enough in the dreamscape to observe with you."

"B-but... You realize we haven't exactly tried our powers on each other, right?"

"It's fine. Nothing bad will come out of it."

"My powers work on mortals but I don't know--"

"Can you do it or not?"

"YES I CAN! But you're not listening to me: there are so many ways this could go wrong! I'm trying to look out for you!"

Pride had been so surprised that he shut up and the condescending look dropped from his face. He had stared at Sloth with wide eyes.

Sloth had sighed.
"Look... I know we all have our differences. But in the end... You know... We're a family, right?" he reached out and placed a hand on the blond man's shoulder. "I don't want anything bad happening to any of you."

"Thank you, Sloth."

It was the dark-haired man's turn to be surprised.

"I guess we don't always appreciate your efforts, but I am truly grateful for your presence. Thank you for being our protector."

Sloth began blushing.

"I... T-that's... Well..."

"I've been losing sleep over some annoying dreams." Pride sighed. "I wanted them to stop, that's why I wanted you to take a look."


"But if it will endanger me... if it will endanger you too... then I guess I'd rather stay awake the whole time." Pride stood up from the couch. "Sorry for taking your time."

"No! Wait! That's super unhealthy!" Sloth had protested and grabbed the other man's arm. He didn't see the small smirk that painted Pride's face.

"Okay, okay. I'll help you. I'll take a look into your dream; but be warned, with me in there, some elements in your dream might change."

"It's alright." The blond man replied. "It's what I'm hoping to achieve actually." he whispered to himself.


"Nothing. Should we start then?"

"Yeah. And remember, it's your dream, so inside it you're more powerful than me. Kick me out and wake yourself up if you feel anything bad happening okay?"


To say that what's happening now is bad is an understatement.

Sloth was stuck under a bridge inside Pride's dream, bleeding from a flesh wound on his arm, and being shot at by unknown men in dark uniforms. His powers were useless against them; in here he was as mortal as the humans the seven of them played with.

He was not sure why the bullets affected him; he was supposed to be the influencer, not the other way around.
Maybe the dreamscape was different for special beings like them.

His wonderful day had decidedly become un-wonderful, he could not find Pride in the dreamscape, and he wondered if he could get out of there in one piece.

He should have gone to the gym first.