Who Ya Gonna Call?!

He nodded.

"Of course."

"Then help me find the demon who cursed me." He said instantly. "That's all I want."

"And then I can have you as my lover?" He smiled, but his tone was suddenly serious. "You'd pledge yourself and your body to me?"

Mars shifted uncomfortably, having no intention of promising that.

"...yes." He lied quickly, looking to the side.

"You do realize that this kind of contract is binding, right? I'm not joking--I want to own you in exchange for my help." He did his best to smile kindly. "I'll be a very good Master, though--I'll always treat you gently."

Mars swallowed nervously. Even if it cost him this, he was willing to give it. Or at least lie. He was sure he could get out of it later, anyway. Somehow.

"Yes, I promise." He said. "Once the demon who cursed me is dead, or once this curse mark is gone, I'll be...yours."

"I have just one more request, then," he said cheerily. "I want something before I catch your demon, as insurance--so if you're lying, I don't get jipped completely."

He frowned.

"...what is it?"

"...I want to have fun with your pretty scar," he said dreamily, lounging on the bed.

Mars looked mildly relieved before he looked mildly creeped out.

"You want to do what with my scar?"

"Nothing too bad--agree or I won't help you."

"Fine." He decided, though he was still slightly creeped out about the whole scar thing. Even he didn't know much about it.

Chuckling, Priestly beckoned him closer.

"Come here, Mars--I promise I won't hurt you."

Mars scooted a fraction of an inch closer, completely reluctant.

"Come on~ All the way over here. Sit with me." He patted the space next to him on the bed.

Still completely reluctant, he moved to where Priestly specified.

"Can't you at least tell me what you're going to do?"

"If I explain it, it just sounds weird," he said, pinning Mars to the bed.

He felt his face flush slightly.

"D-do it anyway."

Priestly reached into Mars's shirt while kissing the scar. Slowly, sensually, he ran his tongue along it while feeling up Mars's chest.

At first, he was mainly shocked. After that wore off, he just squirmed and hoped Priestly would stop. Not because it felt good or anything, because it was just awkward, of course. That was entirely the reason.

[[Also, teehee, Mars is wearing a sissy nightgown, so he had to reach ALL the way under it~]]

((Inorite? XDDDDDD))

"Mars," he cooed softly, "Are you wearing underwear?"

Mars felt his face flush completely red.

"I-I was j-just going to bed, s-so...!" He tried to explain futilely.

"...Is that a no, Mars?"

Slowly, he nodded.

He moved his hands lower on Mars's body.

"I can make you feel good right now, if you want."