Who Ya Gonna Call?!

He shook his head.

"We're a package deal, sorry." He groped Mars, caressing him gently. "It's too bad you don't want it...he's got a really nice ass."

Derek pressed his lips together.

"But I don't need you." He told Priestly. "Besides, I'll get my fix soon enough. I don't even need him."

"Do explain," he asked, frowning.

He grinned.

"No." He scowled. "Now get out."

"Ah, that's too bad," said Priestly, taking off his jacket. "But we're standing in front of the only exit, and I promised Mars a first time--I guess you'll just have to watch."

Mars opened his mouth to protest, but Derek cut him off.

"What is your problem?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're fuckin' weird."

"His name isn't weird," he said, unbuttoning his shirt. "You can either watch or join, buddy."

As much as he trusted Priestly, Mars still tried to resist.

Derek frowned deeply.

"Are you trying to ruin my marriage?" He complained.

"No--this is your congratulatory last fling," he said with a smile. "One virgin, for your enjoyment."

Derek loosened his tie slightly.

"Well, when you put it like that..." He said, beginning to give in.

"Just imagine how tight he'll be, too," purred Priestly persuasively.

Derek pressed his lips together again.

"Yes, that's true..." He mumbled, undoing the rest of his tie in one swift movement.

"Want me to get him ready for you?" he asked, sliding his hand to Mars's crotch.

Mars frowned deeply, turning quite the bright shade of red.

Grinning, Derek shook his head.

"No, no, let me do it~"

"Then get over here!" he said with a wink. "He's all yours..."

Derek nodded, unable to resist anymore. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and crossed to where Mars was.

"You're even cuter up close~" He purred, licking his lips.

It was then that Priestly punched him int the face with a fistful of blessed rosary. He pressed the beads into the demon's flesh, letting them sear and burn his skin.

"Lust is a sin, you know. Though in this case, I suppose it's Envy, too--Marsy here is mine."

He let out an agonized scream.

"You fucking bastard!" He hissed, the flesh of his human disguise melting away to reveal his true, leathery black skin.

He beamed.

"How did you know my parents weren't married? Gee, you must be psychic." Grabbing Derek by his arm, he forced him to the ground and pulled a long, silver spike out of his jacket; he thrust it through the demon's chest, pinning him to the ground.

He smiled fondly at Mars.

"Sorry about that, Marsy--you played along wonderfully."

Derek screeched.

"You don't know anything! You're going to kill me and you don't know!!"

Mars just watched, frowning faintly.

He smiled calmly at Derek.

"Then explain--we've got time."

He grinned maliciously.

"Don't kill me. I'll only tell you if you don't kill me!!"

"Killing you sounds pretty good--safer, you know." He patted Derek's head. "You're what most people would call a rapist, it's really not safe to let you walk the streets."

He growled.

"I haven't ever raped one person, you stupid bitch! If you kill me, you'll never fucking know!!"

"Then tell me, and I won't kill you." he sat down, crossing his legs. "You have my word as a man of God."