Title: Seven
Author: Ligeia
Fandom: Die Ärzte (RPS)
Pairing: Bela/Farin
Rating: Between PG and R
Category: Romance
Summary: Forgive me father, for I have sinned.
A/N: A ficlet consisting of seven drabbles, one for each Deadly Sin. I originally wanted them to be 100 words long, but things got a little out of hand, so I just made round figures: 100, 110, 120 words etc. Not in ascending order, though.
The following story is a mere work of F I C T I O N, meaning it is 100% made up. None of the situations described here ever happened, and even if they did, I have no way of knowing. This is not about spreading rumours or, worse, libel. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I am NOT claiming they did what I wrote. I use their "public personas" and build stories around them as if they were fictional characters.
GLUTTONY
"Another ice-cream, Jan? Be careful with those, you'll get a paunch."
"Are you speaking from experience?"
"Arsehole."
Bela ignored Farin's cheeky grin and walked up to him. "Well, at least let me have a taste."
"I thought you didn't like pistachio."
"I'll eat it just to spite you." He didn't wait for Farin's permission and gave the ice-cream a long lick. "Awful. How can you stand it?"
Farin couldn't answer. His throat had locked up at the sight of Bela's tongue sliding over the ice-cream and then licking his lips.
All of a sudden he was hungry for something else.
PRIDE
Flirting between songs. Hugging, kissing, the occasional groping. Fans went mad. Rod just smiled, shook his head and kept playing. It was an act, a funny game to be played on stage.
But Farin knew things had changed. His thoughts were always wandering to Bela and so were his eyes. Bela had caught him staring a few times. He had looked at him straight in the eye, as if daring him to make the first move. And Farin had always looked away. He would never admit he had a crush on his best friend. He was an adult, not a hopeless teenager. But there was nothing he could do to stop the green eyes that haunted his dreams every night.
ENVY
Groupies coming and going. Pretty punkish girls with hands all over him. Dyed hair, colourful tattoos, skimpy clothes. Every night the same old story. Bela would wind his arm around the lucky one's waist and walk away with a smirk.
Farin hated them, every single one. It wasn't their fault, they only wanted to spend a night with their idol, wanted to be able to say "I shagged Bela B. of Die Ärzte." Quite understandable, really.
But when he saw Bela in the morning, happy and relaxed and positively glowing, he couldn't help staring at the fresh lovebites on his neck. None of them had the shape of Farin's mouth.
WRATH
He couldn't stand it anymore. He grabbed Bela by an arm and dragged him in a corner of the dressing room.
"What the fuck are you thinking?" He hissed, trying to keep his voice low. "That one's barely of age. She could be your daughter, for God's sake."
Bela raised an eyebrow at him. "Since when are you such a prude?"
"I'm not a prude. I just don't want a scandal."
"She told me she's eighteen."
"That usually means she's sixteen at most."
"Well, what do you propose I do? Ask her to show me her ID?"
"I propose you choose someone a bit more... mature."
"What about a forty-year-old guitarist who has a crush on his drummer but hasn't the guts to tell him? Is that mature enough for you?"
Bela didn't even see the fist hitting his face.
GREED
"How long have you known?"
Bela shrugged and put more ice on his bruising cheekbone. "I don't know. Weeks. Months maybe. You were pretty obvious."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Why didn't I tell you before? Why didn't you tell me before?"
"What was I supposed to say? It's not normal to suddenly develop a crush on your best friend."
"Well, it's me we're talking about. I'm irresistible."
"I'm trying to be serious."
"Then stop being jealous of groupies and start acting like an adult."
"I'm not jealous of groupies!"
"Oh yes, you are. I've seen the way you look at those poor girls."
Farin looked away. "It's just that... They get backstage, throw themselves at you and there, they have you."
"You could have me too. But you've never asked."
"What if I asked now?"
Bela smiled. "I'd say it's time you finally get what you want."
Bela's lips felt just like he'd imagined. Soft and warm and utterly wonderful. And now that he'd had a taste, he couldn't get enough.
"Greedy, aren't we?"
Farin leaned down and kissed him again, only one thought on his mind: 'Mine'.
LUST
Skin. So much skin to explore. Hands and tongue, touch and taste. Addictive.
"Jan..."
That voice. Deep and trembling and calling his name. Fingers threading through his hair. Farin ran his tongue along the red flame surrounding Bela's nipple, making the drummer arch his back off the mattress.
"God, yes..."
Legs tangling together. Hands sliding down his back, pulling him closer. Farin lifted his head and looked down. Bela's face was flushed and his eyes half-closed, his hair spread in wild disarray on the pillow.
"You're beautiful."
Bela snorted. "We're in bed, we're naked and you're on top of me. You don't need the sweet talk."
Farin grinned and stroked Bela's cheek. "But it's true."
Bela rolled his eyes. He pulled Farin down and shut him up with a kiss.
SLOTH
"Good morning."
Farin blinked sleepily. Bela was lying on his stomach with an elbow bent and his head propped up on his hand. He was looking at him with a smile on his face.
"What time is it?"
"No idea. Way too early to get out of bed, though."
Farin closed his eyes again. He felt Bela shift beside him until he was lying with his head against Farin's shoulder and an arm draped across his chest.
"Fancy lying here all day?"
"Sounds great."
Bela ran a hand down Farin's side and kissed his neck, which slowly progressed to licking, then to biting.
"Are you trying to wake me up?"
"You can go on sleeping if you want. I'll just have my wicked way with your helpless body."
Farin opened his eyes and smiled. "Is that a promise?"
Bela slid a knee between Farin's legs and grinned. "That's a threat."
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September 2005