"Hmmm~?" {closed}

Trigger Warning: Actual Child Abuse and use of enclosed spaces as punishment, Underage Drinking, Mental Illness/Insanity, Implied Incest, and PDA

With the even warmer weather of summer making an appearance, it was a perfect day. The courtyard was filled with groups of friends catching up, students walking to their next class or studying under a tree, and-—

Wait.

Sheltered under the shade of a large tree, two figures lay together. Or rather, one figure was resting its back against the trunk of the tree while the other straddled the waist of the first.

At first glance, the two appeared to be having a simple conversation. Had one looked longer, they would be able to tell that, no, it was not a conversation. The two boys were kissing quite heavily, if the feverish moans spilling from the first boy were any indication.

The boy straddling the other pulled away for a scant moment before going back in, easily snogging the sense out of his prey-- friend— until they both needed to breathe.

Dulce smirked wickedly at the boy he'd chosen this time-- he was so adorable when he was half out of his mind with lust~

Dulce didn't bother insisting they stop to at least move to a private room. He was perfectly fine with performing in front of an audience, and, well, his friend was too out of it to care, hands wandering up the dark-gray-haired boy's thin shirt.

Oh yes, enrolling in the Academy was the best decision he'd ever gone along with.

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Dulce turned to see who had called his name, his mind immediately supplying an image of his little brother smiling sweetly at him, childish voice demanding he entertain him because he was bored. Mentally shaking the painfully wistful image away, he barely registered the other boy's whimpers at the loss of Dulce's attention. Turning back to the boy, he gave him another mind blowing kiss, his exotic features telling his friend that, should he be patient, they would have a wonderful time.

With his new friend grumbling yet accepting of the promise, Dulce stood-- and from his disheveled state it was obvious what he'd be doing-- and hurried towards the Sin of Wrath, bright teal eyes roaming the other's, making sure he wasn't hurt; his baby brother was still in there, after all, deep down.

"Decency? Says the one who had a tantrum in one of his classes. Rumor spreads quickly, Wrath." He scoffed softly, rolling his eyes in a manner that said this happened all too often. "This is a school, they're not gonna take well to your temper. You should hope they don't call home because of that."

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A small scowl tugged at his slightly swollen lips, a myriad of emotions welling up at the reminder of how their father saw his habit of having fun with 'friends'. No one could know why he insisted on such an attitude, no one. It was a dark secret, one he kept as close to his heart as... as that time.

He tried banishing away such thoughts-- it would do him no good if Dad heard him, and the man had an uncanny way of knowing what Lust was up to--, and it helped that Wrath continued to speak. The boy's voice was intrinsically similar to his beloved brother, but had such a rougher, meaner tone. If he focused on that, then it was fairly easy to separate the two in his mind, even though his scowl deepened steadily with each word the other Sin spoke.

He did snort softly at the small mistake, but he knew Wrath would refuse to admit that Micah was still there, or that Wrath himself felt anything more than irritation for Lust, or absolute hatred for Greed.

"I do not sound like that!" He muttered, eyes narrowing at the other boy. "Why you little brat." He closed the distance between them, pulling Wrath into a head lock and proceeding to give him a noogie in revenge. "You caused property damage that the school can force Dad to pay for. I don't think he'd care much about a slight to his reputation when he has to take money from his fortune to pay for the damage you caused." He whispered, though his manner softened slightly. "So tone down the temper, squirt, especially when teachers willing to notify Dad are involved."

And if he'd snuck a quick ogle at Wrath's body, even altered, in that skimpy outfit, well, there was no one to tell on him.

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"That's not the point, pipsqueak!" He huffed, tightening his hold just a tad to get his point across before letting go just enough so that Wrath could wriggle his way out of his arms. "There will come a time when you won't be able to get out of the consequences of your actions!" He felt he knew this all too well, though wasn't sure how. He still hadn't gotten strong enough to break through the mental barrier separating the previous incarnations of Lust and himself.

"No, but I am your brother, regardless of what you wish to believe. Regardless of what things may seem like, I do care for you, Wrath." He just wanted innocent, little Micah more. "Now, get back to class or whatever you do during the day."

Without another word, he turned back to his new friend, ushering the boy to the path that would lead to downtown Manta Carlos. It was a bit early, but he needed the soothing comfort of limbs tangling his own, of the sharp taste of alcohol, to drown out the bitter memories and thoughts and heart-wrenching yearning.

He would sneak into one of the clubs, collect anyone who was willing, and have one hell of a time. It was better than arguing with the little shit that had been forced to take over his baby brother or thinking about what their father would say when he returned to the Manor, after all.

Only Wrath and Greed could get under his skin like this. It was irritating beyond belief.

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The lust in the air thickened a tad as Lust's anticipation increased. The boy beside him reacted near instantly, tugging at the other's clothes even as they continued walking, a soft whimper escaping him. Lust simply shushed him with another smoldering look that promised more, on the look out for anyone who might be welcome to his advances.

At least, until Wrath decided to follow them and ruin all of his fun. He just knew Dad was somehow involved. The man could cockblock with the best of them, though the only one who could do so successfully and not have a pouty, whiny Lust on their hands was Sloth. He was sure not even Envy could hold negative feelings for the wonderful little Sloth.

He resigned himself to his fate. He wouldn't hear the end of it if he tried ditching Wrath, and while he knew he most likely wouldn't get any with his brother playing interference, at least he could get the alcohol. And so, he simply growled quietly to Wrath's intrusion. The change in mood reflected in his 'friend', who woke out of his lust-filled delirium and blinked at Wrath in confusion, but still followed Lust like a lost puppy.

He led them to a bar on the border between the nice part and the shadier side of town, run by a man that didn't care your age so as long as you didn't start any fights and paid in full. He frequented this place, though the bulk of the other bars he liked were dingier places run by less scrupulous individuals.

It normally didn't matter to him-- he only needed his sex and alcohol fix, so what did he care about establishments--, but now he had his brother along for the ride, and he would surely tell all to their father. Fun.