Title: Seven Deadly Sins
Author: Deb
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Graphic m/m sexual situations, language. See rating.
Disclaimer: I don't own the pretties, I'm just playing in the sandbox.
Summary: An exploration of Nick and Greg's relationship in drabble form.
Feedback: Craved. I may not always respond to it but I do appreciate it!
Author's Note: For the "Seven Drabbles Challenge." Each drabble is focus on Nick or Greg and their relationship. Based off the Christian concept of 7 deadly sins. Each drabble is exactly 100 words excluding the title word.

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-Wrath-

Greg was angry, rightfully so. He'd been flirting with Sara as always, she was ignoring him like she always did. Everything was fine, normal, predictable. Until Nick overheard Greg's offer of "showing off" his "semen sample." Nick didn't realize it was case related, and Greg hadn't thought anything of it.

Nick was just as angry, but at himself, not Greg. He knew it was harmless flirting, but Greg was his. And no one had a right to Greg's semen samples except him, something he told Greg as soon as they had a moment alone. Greg grinned, and all was forgiven.

-Gluttony-

Greg didn't consider himself a glutton. He was in good shape, he ate well, was known to enjoy good food with a nice wine when both time and budget allowed. He did concede he coveted coffee, would admit to that but not as a character flaw. He couldn't help his addiction to caffeine; it was what kept him awake and alert during the hours when most normal people were asleep. It kept him awake and alert when all he wanted to do was go home and curl up with Nick. Greg was always one cup of coffee over the line.

-Greed-

Nick was a greedy man, he'd freely admit it. Especially when it came to kissing Greg. Greg had a mouth hotter and softer than any man had a right to, silken lips, tempting tongue and a flavor that was impossible to pin down, it hovered somewhere between smoke and spice, coffee and cream, sugar and tartness. And, Nick decided, no one else could have what that mouth offered. Some days Greg's tongue was softer than hot, wet velvet, others it was rough and teasing, almost kittenish with a sandpaper texture.

Either way, Nick wasn't about to share with anyone else.

-Envy-

Greg envied the confident way Nick had with other people. He envied the way that smooth drawl turned even the most unwilling people into eager assistants, he envied the easy way Nick related to people, the way he empathized with them, the way he could walk through a scene and picture what the victim had seen.

He envied the confidence, the control, the power it gave Nick. And he never knew that deep inside like Greg, Nick still felt like a fifteen year old geek, an outsider, a social reject. Maybe that's why they were so drawn to each other.

-Sloth-

By nature, Nick was not a lazy man. Far from it, the way he religiously kept to his regimented schedule of cleaning, laundry and other chores on his days off. Greg was amused by this habit and set out to teach Nick how to relax. Easier said then done, but as their relationship wore on Nick learned to relax; Greg learned to be more careful with his time.

Of course, that didn't apply to lazy Sunday afternoons spent on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket and each other as they pretended to watch some old movie while making out.

-Pride-

Greg was good at his job and took great pride in his work. He knew he was one of the better DNA analysts in the country, in charge of the lab during the crucial Graveyard shift in the nation's second best crime lab. Offers came in routinely from universities and other labs, offering more money, his pick of shifts, benefits most people would jump at.

He let it all pass by, content to stay in his lab, get out in the field, and write his articles for the trade magazines. Greg was proud of his job, proud of his team.

-Lust-

Greg's last coherent thought was that no one could survive this heat. His body ached, his mind was clouded, heart pounding, keeping frantic pace with his pulse. Pale skin was on fire, every nerve ending polarized where rough hands moved over it.

Limbs tangled, mouths crushed together. Hands slid quickly over flesh, looking for and exploiting spots known to bring the victim great pleasure. Moans, groans and words gave way to harsh grunts of need, soft cries of pleasure as bodies merged. It was impossible to hold on to sanity and with one last sobbing breath Greg let himself fly.