"Just came from chapel." He sat on the longseat beside Starbuck.
"Ah. I never go."
"You should. Father Jonah preached a whole sermon about you today."
"Little ol’ me? I’m flattered," Starbuck answered facetiously.
"It was all about the seven deadly sins." Apollo paused.
"Seven deadly sins? How is that about me? I don’t even know what they are."
"Pride, avarice, envy, lust, gluttony, sloth and wrath," Apollo enumerated helpfully.
"Okay, so you know them. How the frak do they relate to me?"
"You’ve made me guilty of all seven. Let’s look at each one individually. We’ll start with an easy one."
"How about avarice? You’re tight with your cubits, all right."
"I was thinking more along the lines of how greedy you make me." He leaned closer to the his friend.
"Greedy?" Starbuck asked, confused.
"Greedy to spend as much time with you as I can."
"Somehow I don’t think that’s what they’re talking about, 'Pol."
"In the origins of the word, in the ancient Kobolian, it means to satiate one's self," he said straight into the other man’s mouth. They locked in a warm kiss for a few centons.
"I guess I can take credit for that," Starbuck said breathlessly when they finally broke. "I know how pleasant my company can be." He grinned to let Apollo know he was teasing.
"Next would be pride."
"Okay, I can see that. You’re a proud man from a proud family, but you said that I* made you guilty of all seven," Starbuck said questioningly.
Apollo smiled warmly at his best friend and lover. "I’m proud to have such a beautiful lover."
The blond blushed. "Thanks, 'Pol. It’s nice to hear once in a while."
"Now for the next one -- wrath."
"How about wrath? I’d say your temper has more to do with that one than me."
"Why do I get angry?"
"I dunno. Lots of reasons."
"What can make me the angriest?"
"Me flirting?"
"Precisely," Apollo answered, giving him a kiss on the nose as a reward.
"Okay, let’s move on. What’s the next one?"
"I thought sloth would be good for the next one."
"Don’t tell me, let me guess; it’s because I’m such a good lover."
Apollo raised an eyebrow. "You want to expound on that?"
The blond leered at him. "I make you want to laze around in bed all day, don’t I?"
"Good answer. That’s not quite how I would have phrased it, but it’s accurate." This time as a reward, Apollo pulled Starbuck’s shirt off over his head and kissed his chest and nipples.
"I think I like the way this is heading," Starbuck panted, caressing his lover’s dark head.
Green eyes smiled up at him.
"What’s next? Envy? How about envy?"
"Well, that’s one that I really don’t have ..." Apollo started.
"Aha! So you admit you were wrong, huh?"
The Captain shook his head. "Not exactly. I make other people envious ... envious of my beautiful lover," he said gently.
Starbuck grinned. "Well, there is that. So what now?"
"Boots, I think," pulling off Starbuck’s boots. He began massaging the slender feet, eliciting moans of pleasure from his lover. He concentrated on each foot individually, then kissed each toe tenderly. Starbuck was purring with pleasure by the time he finished.
"That wasn’t actually what I was asking, but I’m not complaining," the blond whispered breathlessly. "That was incredible, 'Pol."
Green eyes twinkled up at him. "Thank you. I think gluttony is next."
"Ah, can’t get enough of me, can you?" Starbuck teased.
Apollo laughed. "You aren’t exactly modest, are you?"
"It’s part of my charm. So what’s my reward for getting this one right?"
"Who says you get a reward?" Apollo asked, unfastening his lover’s pants and tugging them down. Positioning himself between the other man’s legs, he began to lick and caress, paying special attention to the tender flesh behind his knees. Still between the blond’s legs, he looked up at him seriously. "And the last one ..."
By this time Starbuck had forgotten the purpose of their discussion. "Wha?"
"Possibly the easiest one of all, lust."
The lieutenant smiled at him eagerly. "That is an easy one. Lust is defined as intense or unrestrained sexual craving."
Apollo nodded with a smile.
"Well, I don’t see the need for restraint when I’m in bed with you either," Starbuck said suggestively.
In lieu of a verbal answer, Apollo slid one hand up to his lover’s backside and caressed it lovingly. The other hand reached over to the night table beside the bed and pulled a tube of lube out of the drawer.
"Please?" Starbuck panted.
Wordlessly Apollo smeared a generous amount of the lube on two of his fingers, then plunged both fingers into his lover’s waiting entrance.
Starbuck cried out as the two fingers entered him, startled by the double invasion. He didn’t need much stretching, but Apollo had always gone slow with him. He closed his eyes and wiggled his astrum to get more of the fingers inside him. After a few centons of stretching and teasing which drove Starbuck nearly insane, Apollo finally slid up so he could make love to his best friend.
As they lay snuggled together afterward, Starbuck began to quote lazily, "How quick Diabolis is to rise, and take us by the bridle, and throw his glamor o'er our eyes, and lead us off from paradise, for he is never idle. He leads us up the hill of Pride, to the volcano Wrath, and down again the other side, to Envy's nets where we are tied, and contemplates our path, thence to the pasture lands of Greed, Idleness, and Lust, and Love of money, yes indeed, he seems to know our every need, we children of the dust."
"I thought you said you didn’t know them all?" Apollo teased contentedly.
"Hush, 'Pol, I’m not done. But lo an angel is at hand, I hear his wings above, to lead us to the promised land, where all good things for us are planned, for us who follow love. Por amor vincit omnia, whatever may befall, the seven sins will have their way, but they will all be swept away, for love will conquer all."
"Now can I say something?"
"No."
"No??"
"Now you can love me, ‘por amor vincit omnia.’"
Apollo laughed and snuggled close to his lover.