The Seven Sub-Sins of Lust

"Oof! Ow! My ass!" Luke grunted, rubbing his butt upon his landing in the middle of a flowery field. His eyes bugged out of their sockets. "ARGH! PANSY CENTRAL!" he growled, flopping onto his back, "I hate prissy flowers!"

"Ahhhh!!!!!" a young boy clothed in red cried, landing on top of the Duke's son. He remained still for several long moments, before he finally moved his arm and groaned, "Man, that hurt! I'm never taking shortcuts again!"

"Ah, what the hell! Get off of me, and get your hand off of my down-there!" the cushion-boy shouted.

Lloyd blinked several times before he realized that he had indeed landed on something rather soft. He looked down and saw the red-haired noble glaring at him viciously. "Oh! My bad!" he said, getting off. He blushed at the fact that his hand had been so close to another boy's area, and frankly, he liked it.

"I said, 'Get off of my down-there!' Are you queer!?"

Lloyd quickly moved his hand away. "I said I was sorry!" he cried, blushing a bit. He regained his calm and got up.

"Meh… Whatever…" Luke got up as well and dusted himself off. "Who the hell are you, anyway?" he asked.

Lloyd turned back to Luke and looked him square in the eye. "Give me your name and I'll give you mine."

"I asked you first, damn it!"

Lloyd shot Luke an annoyed glare. "I said ‘Give me your name and I'll give you mine!’"

"Don't patronize me! I'm a Fabre!"

Lloyd titled his head. "What's a Fabre?"

"My family, duh!" Luke barked, "You never heard of us Fabres?"

Lloyd shook his head. "Where I come from, there is no such family named 'Fabre.'"

"What the hell!? You're not from Auldrent?" asked the Fabre.

Lloyd shook his head again. "What is Auldrent? Is it a world like Sylvarant?"

"'Sylvarant!?’ Is that where you're from? I mean, not that I care…"

Lloyd nodded. "Yup."

"Tch… You never answered my question…" Luke crossed his arms and looked away from the other boy. "Who are you?"

"My name is Lloyd Irving. I was traveling with the Chosen One on her journey of regeneration."

"The 'Chosen One?' You mean Tear?"

"Who's Tear? I mean Colette Brunel. She’s the daughter of an angel. "

Luke scratched the back of his head, mildly irritated, but mostly confused. "AH, what the hell!? Fuck it! She's not important!" He looked around briefly. "Anyway, where are we?"

Lloyd looked around also. "I don't really know, myself…" he said, a bit awed by the scenery.

Luke noted Lloyd's two swords. "You're a swordsman?" he asked the obvious.

Lloyd nodded. "I taught myself how to use these swords."

"Heh… Bet you can't beat Master Van!" bragged the noble.

Lloyd smirked. "I bet I can."

"Tch! Yeah, right! Master Van can kick your ass with one hand behind his back!" Luke continued to brag with a huge grin on his face.

Lloyd just shrugged. "I bet I can," he continued to say.

Luke was getting ticked, but he insisted on boasting. "He's the Locrian General of the Oracle Knights! No way you could defeat him!"

"I defeated the angel Kratos Aurion with my sword skills!" Lloyd cried, also getting pissed off.

"Who the hell is Kratos Aurion!?"

"An angel of Cruxis, you idiot! I just said that! Were you not paying any attention?"

"Don't call me an idiot, you jerk!" Luke shouted, rushing at the boy with a fist up.

Lloyd unsheathed his sword and blocked the blow. Grinning, he swung the sword at Luke as a counterattack.

"Whoa!" Luke jumped out of the way, grabbing one of Lloyd's white collar tails and accidentally pulling him on top of him as he fell.

Lloyd cried out as he fell to the ground…and on top of Luke, accidentally kissing him. He blushed furiously.

Luke blushed too and shoved Lloyd off of him, barking, "Argh! Fag! Fag! Get off of me before I kill you!"

Lloyd was really angered by this. He grabbed Luke by the collar and gave him a strong punch to the face.

"You… dick licker!" Luke slapped Lloyd's face.

Lloyd pushed Luke roughly toward the ground, still gripping his collar. "What did you say!? I’ll bet your ass that you don't even know what it's like to see someone you admired sacrifice themselves to save you!" Lloyd cried out, his eyes beginning to fill up with tears. He punched Luke again, making him bleed a bit.

"Ow! Bastard! What the fuck are you talking about!?" Luke questioned, rolling onto and pinning Lloyd.

"Colette was willing to sacrifice herself to save everything in Sylvarant! You'll never understand the pain I went through!"

"What do I care!? I don't know you!" Luke looked around, remembering their location. "Why are we fighting HERE?"

Lloyd stopped for a moment and offered the area a quick look around. He was reminded of more enjoyable memories, and after he had calmed himself down, he looked at Luke again. "I'm sorry…" he said quietly.

"Eh… Whatever… Just don't kiss me again…" Luke grumbled, "Now get up and let's head to that castle-looking place over there." He pointed to his right, where stood a grand castle town.

Lloyd nodded and got to his to lead the way, since he was used to leading.

Throughout the walk to the town, Luke glared at the dual-swordsman. ~That fag boy had better not try anything with me again…~ he grumbled in thought. "Listen… About calling you a queer…"

Lloyd stopped short. "What about it?" he asked.

"Um…" Luke hesitated to apologize, but instead came to say, "I'm Luke… Luke fon Fabre…" He continued walking toward the town, feeling awkward.

Lloyd turned around and smiled. "I'm Lloyd Irving, but you already know that."

"Yeah…" Luke blushed when he saw Lloyd smile. "D-don't… look at me like that…"

Lloyd chuckled a bit. "Sorry," he said before turning back. He didn't know why, but he was somewhat attracted to Luke. It bothered him a little, but he DID like Zelos at one point, so he figured that it might have been a bishie crush or something.

Luke watched Lloyd along the way, making sure he wasn't eyed again. Upon entering the castle town, a duo of thugs stood by, eying the dual-swordsman. Both wore typical street trash clothes, one with unkempt, brown hair, and the other with short, straight, blond hair. Both wielded daggers, one twirling his around his finger. "Well, well, Blake, what have we here?" asked the brown-haired thief, circling Lloyd as his partner did.

"Looks like some fresh meat, Khalid," the blond man replied, licking his lips, "Looks mighty good to me, too."

"Looks pretty strong, too," Khalid added, eying Lloyd's swords, "We've got ourselves a sporty slab of meat, huh?"

Lloyd blushed at this. "What the hell are you talking about?" he demanded in question.

Luke eyed the men, picking up a naughty double meaning to their words.

"Oh? Sounds like the boy doesn't get it, Khalid…"

Khalid reached down and groped Lloyd's boyhood. "This meat right here…" he said, grinning sexily at the boy, "Damn, it's a pretty thick piece!"

Lloyd cried out and made an attempt to draw his swords.

Blake immediately pulled his knife to Lloyd's throat. "Uh-uh…" he crooned, "If you're a good boy, we'll make it feel REALLY good for you…"

Lloyd gulped. He wasn't sure whether to believe him or not.

"Fang Blade!" Luke drew his sword and slashed down and up Khalid's back, sending him flying and drawing attention from citizens of the town.

Lloyd finally managed to draw his swords. He aimed his attack at Blake. "Tiger Blade!”

Blake was also sent flying, into a keg of brew. Oh, he was going to have to pay the pub for that brew…

"Get the hell outta here!" Luke barked.

Lloyd lifted one of his swords up into the air. "Or we'll make you regret it!"

Luke glared at Lloyd. "What the hell can you do!? You were almost the victim, you idiot!"

Lloyd shrugged, "I’ve got my ways, ass."

"Yeah, whatever!" Luke returned.

"Blake, let's get outta here before the pubmaster makes us pay for the keg!"

"Right!" The two men jetted away.

Lloyd sighed. He seriously hated himself right now.

Luke eyed Lloyd's look of irritation. "What are YOU all pissy about?" he asked bluntly.

Lloyd said nothing and continued on walking. Never in his life had he been so violated.

Luke sped up to catch the little guy and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey… Uh… Don't let it get to you…" he said in a calm yet still a bit gruff tone.

"Whatever…"

"Hey, I'm just tryin' to help, damn it! No need for the attitude!"

Lloyd didn't know what to do. Suddenly, he turned around and hugged onto Luke, crying on his shoulder.

"Gaaaah! I have gay cooties!" Luke growled as he thrashed about for a bit.

Lloyd broke the embrace. "I hate you, damn it!" He ran off, hoping never to see Luke again. ~He doesn't understand… What an idiot!~ he thought as he ran.

Ahh… The scent of a teenage crush… How hasty.

Luke shrugged his shoulders and looked around the town… for the inn. "Man, I'm tired!" he huffed, digging into his pocket for his loose Gald.

Lloyd walked into a forest, his eyes dried. He had cried all of his tears, so all that he could do now were sigh in boredom and groan with irritation.

"Room for two," Luke told the innkeeper. Lloyd had nowhere else to go, so the young Fabre figured that he'd be back.

Lloyd continued on his walk. He was emotionally dead at the moment, for his heart felt nothing. He wandered till his legs gave in and just lay where he fell.

Luke looked out through the open door. "Damn, that Lloyd guy's taking forever to get back," he said to himself, walking out. He then sighed. "I guess I'd better go out and look for him…" He headed off in the direction of the dual-swordsman's flight.

Lloyd finally managed to sit up, but refused to get up entirely. He was weak, an emotional wreck, and it was all because of that damn noble.

"…oyd! Where the hell are you!?" Luke called, "I'm messing up my shoes, trying to find you, so hurry up and get to the inn! I got us a room!"

Lloyd heard a voice, but paid no attention to it.

"Lloyd!" Luke approached the dual-swordsman and tapped his side lightly with his foot. "Hey, come on. I got us a room."

Lloyd looked up a bit, his eyes displaying no emotion at all.

Luke was set aback by the strange look on Lloyd's face. "L-look, I'm sorry, okay? Now, quit making that weird face and come to the inn."

Lloyd only stared at the young Fabre. His bottled-up tension heated to the point of near eruption.

"Lloyd…" Luke sat on the ground that he was standing on. "I'm… sorry… for calling you… you know, names and stuff… I'm just not used to having a guy all over me like that… Come on! Let's go to the inn already! I already payed for our room!"

Lloyd silently nodded. He got up and headed to the inn, as if he knew where it was.

"Uh… So… you hungry?" Luke asked while getting up and following, trying to…
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Lloyd shook his head. "No…" he finally mumbled.

"You sure? I can make something for us. Uh… I… can make rice balls… and sandwiches."

Lloyd shook his head again. "I can cook some chicken cordon bleus for the main course."

Luke was pumped with excitement, now that Lloyd was talking again. "Alright! Let's cook up a storm, then! I can make dessert, too! One of the maids from home dropped a recipe for cake in my dining room!"

Lloyd actually smiled this time. "Sure."

Once they got to the inn, Luke [hilariously] gave the cook the boot. "This is OUR kitchen, tonight, Chef Boyardee!" he laughed, pushing the poor man out, "Come on, Lloyd; let's get to work!"

Lloyd let out a small chuckle. "Okay," he said, rolling his sleeves up a bit, "Time to get cooking!"

"Right!" Luke raided the kitchen for the ingredients for rice balls and sandwiches first, and in little time, they were made. "No sweat!" he laughed triumphantly. Two hero's sandwiches, stuffed with bologna, cheese, pepperoni, lettuce, tomatoes, onions, pickles, black olives, and mayo, along with six pickled plum rice balls.

Lloyd sought for and gathered the ingredients to make his chicken cordon bleus. After placing them on the counter, he began cutting the chicken breast, preheating the oven, etc. After approximately 45 minutes, Lloyd extracted his first 8-piece batch from the oven.

Luke looked over at the rolls… and blushed. ~That melted cheese… looks so wrong…~ he thought, his nose starting to bleed.

Lloyd turned to Luke and gasped at the blood. "Um… Luke! Your nose!" he mentioned, offering him a napkin.

"Huh?" Luke snatched the napkin and wiped his bloody nose with it. "Uh… Th-thanks…" he stuttered, turning his back to the cordon bleu. ~That… thing… It looked so wrong, but… why does the melted cheese turn me on!?~ Luke wondered, washing his hands. He decided to preoccupy himself with the baking of the cake. He dashed for the fridge and pantry and grabbed the utensils and ingredients: sugar, butter, milk, eggs, baking powder, chocolate, strawberries, etc.

Lloyd could see a small blush on the Fabre's face. He chuckled and went back to the cordon bleus.

"Let's see… Eggs…" Luke cracked the eggs over a mixing bowl, every now and then, glancing over at the cordon bleus. "You… know what that looks like?" he asked, still blushing.

Lloyd nodded. "I sure do…"

Luke's face darkened in redness. "You're sick, you know that?"

Lloyd laughed. "Actually, to me, it looks like doughnut cream, but it's your fault for thinking what you were thinking of."

"Oh… SHUT UP! I… I meant that it looked like cream puff filling!" Luke continued with his chocolate strawberry cake.

Lloyd laughed again. "Yeah, whatever…” he said with a huge smile.

"Wh-what… are you grinning for?"

"It's the fact that you deny things. There's nothing wrong with thinking that way."

Luke growled, "I-I never said there was! I just… wasn't thinking like that…"

Lloyd chuckled yet again. "It's okay, Luke."

"Wh-what's okay?"

Lloyd just smiled. "Everything."

"You're… weird…" Luke continued about his cake.

Lloyd simply shrugged and went back to making more chicken-and-cheese rolls.

"Is that all that you're gonna make?" Luke asked, feeling uncomfortable with the penises—I mean—Lloyd’s choice of food.

Lloyd nodded. "Yup. That’s the main course, after all."

"Why!? They… look like…"

"They're supposed to. That's how they look like." Lloyd searched through a cookbook and opened up to a picture in a cookbook. "See?"

"I don't feel too comfortable with eating something… that looks like a… you know…"

"Then let me help you with that!" Lloyd declared, snatching Luke's pants down and grasping his dick.

Luke fell to the floor, struggling to escape. "Wh-what the hell are you doing!?" he asked, trying to pull Lloyd's hand off of his boyhood, "Let go of my dick!"

Lloyd dropped to his knees to stay level with Luke and fiddled lightly with Luke's penis, making him harden. "Hm… You have a bigger coldon bleu than I thought, Luke," he tease, leaning in and grinning.

Luke pulled his head away, blushing more heavily. "Gah! I… I told you not to… be gay around me again!" he growled. Luke's erection, however, told Lloyd to continue. Unbeknownst to Luke, his own body was liking the experience.

Lloyd looked down and saw the fullness of Luke's erection. He chuckled wickedly and placed his lips on the young Fabre’s.

Luke immediately pulled his lips away from Lloyd's. "Argh! Get off of me, Lloyd! Don't be sick!"

Lloyd laughed. "Me, sick?" He leaned close again. "Perhaps…" he whispered.

Luke looked down a bit and caught eye of Lloyd's bulge. "H-hey! What the hell are YOU hard for!?" Luke asked, pointing.

Lloyd chuckled again. "Because I like what I'm doing." He lifted up Luke's shirt, pinching one of his nipples.

"But I don't!"

"Your body tells me that you're lying."

"Wh-what do YOU know!?" Luke grunted from the pain of his erection. "Ow…"

Lloyd smiled wickedly. "See? You need me."

"I do not! Lemme go jack off somewhere!" Luke barked a LITTLE too loudly, traumatizing the innkeeper in the lobby.

Lloyd slapped his hand on Luke's mouth. "Shh…" he whispered seductively.

Luke was paralyzed by pleasure. He couldn't lie any longer; he loved what Lloyd was doing to him. He moaned through Lloyd's hand.

Lloyd leaned over a bit more and kissed the side of Luke's neck. "Do you like it, Luke?"

Luke felt so hot that he could have sworn up and down that he saw his breath before him. His face was redder than his hair. "L-Lloyd…" Thus were the last of his words before a gasp caught his voice.

Lloyd chuckled at the sound of his name. "Yes?" he cooed.

"Th-that… feels… s-s-so… good!" the Fabre huffed, finally letting his words out.

"Doesn't it?" he whispered, licking Luke's right ear.

Luke couldn't help but stare at Lloyd's hard-on, buried by cloth. "How… are you so hard?" he asked, poking the dual-swordsman's bulge.

Lloyd let out a small moan. "Because you turn me on." He huffed, grabbing Luke's left hand. "Unzip me," he pleaded.

Out of curiosity did Luke undo Lloyd's pants. He really did wonder how the other swordsman could grow to such a size with such restricting pants on. Lloyd's weasel finally poked out of its cloth sheath. "Damn it, you're big for a little guy!" Luke gasped, poking Lloyd's boyhood again.

Lloyd moaned again a bit louder this time. He took Luke's hand again and made sure that he wrapped it around his erection well. "Now, jerk me off," he instructed

Luke blushed even MORE heavily, but curiosity took the better of him, for he began to jerk Lloyd off. "Whoa! Your skin… is so soft… but you're so hard!" he nearly exclaimed aloud.

Lloyd chuckled as he began to sweat a bit. "That's the spirit, Luke!"

Luke began to jerk Lloyd more rapidly, curious about whether the other boy could take it. "Does… that feel good to you?" he asked.

Lloyd let out another moan, and then grinned. "You have no idea…"

"Wh-what the hell!?" Luke was shocked, but didn't let go when Lloyd started oozing his juices of pre-ejaculation. The juices rolled onto Luke's grip and down his hand.

Lloyd felt a knot beginning to tie up in his stomach. He grabbed Luke's erection again and began jerking him off as well.

Luke stared at Lloyd's leaking erection, his face now its reddest. ~What… does it… taste like?~ Luke asked himself. Determined to find out, he shifted into sixty-nine position and licked Lloyd's dick slowly.

Lloyd shivered at the caress of Luke's lips. He gently licked Luke's erection in return, hoping to give him some more pleasure.

"N'uh! L-Lloyd… That… Damn, that feels good!" Luke grunted, carefully taking the whole erection into his mouth.

Lloyd did the same. He played gently with the Fabre's erection, being careful not to hurt him.

"Lloyd… I… think I'm… gonna blow!" Luke warned a bit loudly.

Lloyd only nodded. "Come for me, Luke. I want to taste you."

"Ng'ah! Lloyd!" Luke did just as requested all over Lloyd's adorable and innocent-looking face, since Lloyd had his mouth was open. "Damn it, that… felt awesome…" he panted, the dick still in his mouth as he shifted back between Lloyd’s legs.

Lloyd chuckled and swallowed what sweet semen he could, instinctively placing a hand on the Fabre’s head.

Luke continued to suck on Lloyd's boyhood. "Whoa! How can you last so fucking long, Lloyd!?"

"Luke…"

"Th-this… doesn't make me gay, got it!?" Luke barked.

Lloyd chuckled, "Oh really?"

Luke looked up at the dual-swordsman, his face still red. "It… It only means… that I'm curious, y’know… but ONLY for you… No one else…" His vivid green eyes showed that he became more passive towards Lloyd. Indeed, Lloyd had him wrapped around his finger. Luke "straightened" himself up and continued to suck Lloyd off.

Lloyd felt the knot getting tighter in his abdomen. He gripped the cloth of his pants and cried, "Luke, you’re gonna make me come!"

Luke was ready. He wanted to know what Lloyd's juice tasted like. He prepared himself for the powerful eruption that was to come. Just before Lloyd could blow, though, Luke got an idea. He reached up to the counter, cracked one of the cordon bleus in half, and poured the melted cheese onto Lloyd's upright dick. "That should flavor it up!" he said with his big trademark grin.

Lloyd felt the melted cheese sizzle on his boyhood. He groaned and came right into Luke's waiting mouth.

"Mmm! That tastes REALLY good!" Luke torturously licked up Lloyd's cock, downing the fresh wad. "Nom nom nom…"

Lloyd blushed. "Glad you enjoyed it?"

"You BET I did!" Luke laughed. He moved up so that he and Lloyd were face-to-face and touched Lloyd's forehead with his. "But… remember… I'm only curious about all of this, so… will you be here for me when I get curious again?"

Lloyd smiled. "Of course I will," he said before placing a soft kiss on Luke's lips.