Who Ya Gonna Call?!

Mars just stared at him, though it was obvious he was conflicted to no end.

Taking that to be a yes, Priestly kissed Mars on the mouth, slowly and gently moving his hands to a certain area.

However, as soon as he did that, Mars forcefully shoved him off. He pulled his nightgown back over his legs.

"Get out!" He barked, his voice shaking.

Priestly just smiled, sitting on the corner of his bed.

"Ah, why'd you have to ruin our moment?"

"I hate you!" He hissed angrily. "Just leave me alone!"

"...But I didn't get to finish," he said, grinning mischievously. "And are yourself and say that you don't want it?...the demon thing, I mean."

"I don't want you to finish! I don't even want you to touch me!" He growled, gritting his teeth. "You didn't say anything about that in the deal, so get out already!"

He chuckled.

"I was only going to touch your lovely scar, but you let me go further."

Mars slapped him across the face, but he didn't say anything else.

Naturally, Priestly tackled him onto the bed; he only frowned at him, not pulling any perverted moves.

"You really like being difficult."

"I'm the difficult one?!" He shouted at him.

He nodded.

"You don't even go through with your agreements."

"What are you talking about?!" He hissed angrily.

"You agreed to let me have my way with your scar--I want it even more now, because I feel like you'll try to cop out of our agreement once I get your demon."

In an act of defiance, he licked Mars's scar again.

Mars couldn't stop his shudder, which was definitely not helping his cause.

"Stop tainting my pure body!" He shouted uselessly.

"I'm not tainting you," said Priestly softly. "Love only purifies the soul, didn't you know?"

"B-but I don't love you..." He said, much quieter this time.

He sighed deeply.

"...But I love you."

"You barely even know me." He replied, somewhat surprised to hear those words. It was definitely how he thought he'd hear them for the first time.

His smile returned.

"I know, isn't it insane? Isn't it wonderful? I'm completely smitten already--this hasn't happened before."

"And you're ruining any chance with me you have." Mars said bitterly.

"Tell me how to get you legitly and I'll do it," he said, kissing Mars's scar again. "Because otherwise, this is my insurance for our deal."

"...I'll go on a date with you." He decided. Anything was better than feeling so horribly conflicted and dirty.

"...Do you mean it?" he asked, pausing.

"...If you'll stop touching me." He insisted. "For real this time. I mean it. Otherwise, I'll just leave and find someone else to help me."