ds_flashfiction | Seven Deadly Sins Challenge (Reply)

Fraser, overachiever that he is, decided to go for all of them in one fell swoop. Big thanks to

thehoyden for the beta and always to

nowlive for just being there. Here we go, 614 words

The Seven Deadly Sins

If one subscribes to Christian dogma, I am surely guilty of all of them. For the love of Ray Kowalski, I would willingly face the fires of hell for eternity. And in the eyes of some people, that love alone would condemn me.

Envy

I was envious of Assistant State's Attorney Kowalski. She had Ray's love and devotion, and she threw them away. I have never understood how she could do that. I have been envious of several other people. Not for their possessions, but for their manner, their ability to freely show their emotions and not worry what others might think of them. Not giving a thought to being strong or what duty might dictate. I have been guilty of envy, yes indeed.

Anger

I have felt a great deal of anger in my life. Toward my father, for abandoning me when my mother died and later for his ill-timed intrusions into my life and his worse advice. I was angry with Gerrard, my father's killer. So angry that I put a boot to his chest and threatened to kill him. Muldoon is another I would have gladly killed with my bare hands but for my sense of duty. I was angry with Ray Vecchio for the bullet that is still lodged against my spine, and angry when he too abandoned me. More than once I felt anger when ASA Kowalski rebuffed Ray's attempts at civil conversation with hostility and contempt.

Lust

Oh my, yes. My lust knows no bounds regarding Ray. I lusted before Ray, to be sure. But those few occurrences pale to insignificance in comparison. I lusted for Ray in secret for years. I lust for him openly now that I know that he seemingly returns my lust ten-fold. All it takes is a look from him or just the thought of his warm, lean body under mine, the feel of those beautiful hands on my body...

Gluttony

Which brings us to gluttony. I was never prone to it before. Now, I'm insatiable for Ray's touch, for his kisses. I feed on his love like a starving man. Loving Ray is banquet of which I never tire.

Sloth

Ray leads me to slothfulness. I'm reluctant to leave our bed in the mornings. There have been occasions when we didn't rise from bed all day except to heed nature's call. Of course, those occasions have all coincided with Diefenbaker's absence from our home; else I'd never hear the end of it. Sometimes I can almost hear my grandmother tsking from the doorway, "Benton Fraser, still abed at this time of day? Up, boy! Daylight's a wasting. There's wood to be chopped and chores to be done." I turn to Ray and do my best to ignore those memories.

Greed

I'm a very greedy individual. Not for money or material things, but for time. I've come to begrudge every moment I have to spend away from Ray. Retirement can't come soon enough for me. I no longer seek long patrols and weeks out on the ice and snow. Now that I'm the senior officer at this post, I can assign that dubious honor to others.

Pride

I'm proud to be a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. I take pride in my uniform and its appearance. I was proud to represent the Dominion of Canada in Chicago. Nowadays, I feel more pride in walking down the streets of this small village with Ray by my side. I'm proud that I found such a man with whom to share my life. I'm proud that he gave up his life and home to be with me here.