Meeting in a Motel Lobby

He laughed heartily.

"You're right, I might as well get a shower while I'm here. Don't mind if you hear me moaning, I'll just be touching myself to thoughts of you," he winked. "Feel free to join in."

"As if," he sneered, turning off the bedside lamp. "Good night, sir."

"Yes, sleep well, don't get the sheets dirty, I plan on sleeping in the bed with you," he cackled, going off to shower. When he returned, he had slicked back his blond hair, licked his lips and pounced on the bed.

"Rawr," he exclaimed playfully, pulling the sheets off. "Come on, let me in, too~"

Ulric, who was already half-asleep, groaned and reached for the blankets.

"...What on Earth?" he mumbled grumpily, missing the warmth of the covers.

Ace pressed against him, still damp from his shower.

"Mm, this is just a dream~ A gay dream where you give into all of your fantasies~~" he told him, already letting his hands wander. "Ooh, yeah, go ahead, touch me if you want, God doesn't care if it's in your dreams."

"I'm tired," he snapped, shoving him. "Let me sleep, be this a dream or something else."

Ace sighed, shrugging.

"You're no fun!" he complained, squeezing into the bed next to Ulrich, pulling the blankets over both of them. "I talk in my sleep, sorry, habit. Well, not really, I never used to talk at all until my girlfriend cursed me. Blah blah blah you know the story. I mean, basically, I just talk a lot in general but you should know this. So, sorry, I guess, not really, I mean it's not like I have to deal with it."

He mumbled to himself more as he turned over, actually trying to sleep now.

Ulric rolled over, stealing most of the blankets. He mumbled something about sinning and having no respect for the sleeping.

-x-

He never got up before twelve, that was until he became a demon hunter. He stood up, stretching and muttering off the usual list of things he thought of in the morning to remind himself of everything he needed to do.

"Stretch, work out, shower, brush teeth..."

Ulric stirred, groaning.

"Shut up, I'm trying to sleep," he murmured. "Stupid fucking..."

Ace grinned.

"Wake up, you lazy ass," he replied, kicking Ulrich in the side. "Come on! I'm already up before you! Also I liked the cuddling last night, it was really nice. You cuddle your girlfriend like that? I bet not, I must be special, oooh you're gonna make me blush!"

"Cuddling?" he mumbled, sitting up straight at once. "What the blazes are you talking about, sir?"

"Oh, don't play dumb, I had to pry your arms from around my waist when I woke up," he replied, winking devilishly.

"...You lie," he said, glaring. "Nothing happened between us last night. Lying is a sin, you know."

His eyes lit up suddenly.

"Oh, you don't remember? The night filled with passionate moans~" he cooed. "You in my arms, looking me in the eyes, telling me how wrong it is for us to be doing this~

"Then, when it was all over, you and I held one another, falling asleep to the sounds of crickets in the night.

"Very romantic, you see," he replied, cackling.

Ulric's face turned red.

"I...I think I'd remember something like that. You're lying." However, he couldn't help but shake an image he remembered seeing,a s if in a dream: Ace pouncing on him, naked and for some reason wet. Had he not pushed him away?

Ace struggled to keep himself from spilling the lie, instead, spilling as many face details as he could, "yes, yes! After I got out of the shower, dripping wet, my muscles glistening in the moonlight. I woke you up, or maybe you were just pretending to be so sleepy as I forced myself onto you. At first you protested, but then I kissed you, and kissed back and I pressed against you and it was all good from there on out,"

he took a breath, forcing himself to stop talking but it was so difficult, he just didn't want to tell him it was a lie. Not yet.

"...That was rape," he said, glaring at him. "That was wrong--you raped me, you used me against my will! I could--I could have you arrested."

"Are you going to admit to being raped?" he asked curiously. "See your manhood go down the drain, to see people laugh at you for being too much of a faggot to fight back, to mock you for obviously deserving it, for wanting it?"

He paused.

"By the way I was lying," he replied, a sinister grin appearing on his lips.

He frowned, confused.

" ...You mean to say I didn't fight back?"

Ace almost giggled with glee. This was more than he could wish for. This poor, poor priest wannabee.

"Oh my God!" he laughed loudly. "You...you really want it, don't you?!"

"...If I gave you that impression, it was obviously an accident!" he insisted, though his face said he didn't believe it, either.

"Wow! I may as well come clean, I was lying about everything! Nothing happened, but dude if it had, I can guarantee you it would be so good you would've remembered it, you little fag," he cackled.

His entire face turned red.

"...I should kill you. I should kill you, right now."

"You really are how I predicted, aren't you?" he replied, grinning widely. He slicked back his blond hair, licking his lips. "You're pathetic, just like I thought you were! How amusing, for me to be so very right about some stranger I just met! This is a once in a lifetime thing, we must be soul mates."