I Use the Term "Missionary" Loosely

He grimaced.

"...Please just trust me..."

"...How can I?" he said quietly. "You won't even look me in the eyes anymore."

He sighed deeply, trying to fix his hair, but his gloves prevented this. Even so, he refused to take them off.

"...Please, Priestly? Just trust me. Please..."

"How can I trust you when you refuse to tell me anything?" he asked desperately. "I want to trust you, but..."

He frowned.

"I'm sure you've told me everything about yourself." He said somewhat bitterly.

"...What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't even know if you have a family." He deadpanned. "I highly doubt your real name is 'Giles Priestly' and you claim to be a man of god, but you swear and sleep with people you don't even know. But now, just because I have things I'd rather not tell you, suddenly you can't trust me?"

Cyprus scowled.

"You're a hypocrite. I'm getting a shower." He turned and walked out of the room.

"Cyprus, wait!" he exclaimed.

He hesitated, but he didn't stop in the end. Instead, he locked himself in the bathroom.

"Leave me alone!" He said childishly.

"How can I tell you anything about me if you run away?!" he demanded.

"Maybe I don't want to know, anymore!" He said stubbornly.

Actually, he really did want to know, but he was more concerned with getting out of his terribly hot clothes. He had already stripped off his scarf and sweater, which was a huge relief.

Priestly knocked on the door, frowning.

"Open up! Come out or I'll open the door myself."

He froze, midway between pulling off his pants. Quickly, he began redressing, groaning to himself.

"W-wait, then!" He said hastily.

He sighed, leaning against the door.

"I'm waiting!"

Finally, he had redressed completely. Almost immediately he began to sweat again. He sighed heavily and wished Priestly would just let him shower.

He quickly checked the mirror to make sure that he had covered up everything before peaking out the door.

Priestly pulled Mars into his arms, forcing him into a passionate, drawn-out kiss.

"...There," he panted as he pulled away, "Did you honestly feel nothing?"

Flustered, Mars tried to force him away.

"S-stop!" He gasped.

But, of course, it was too late for poor Mars. All those feelings he had tried to shove down had been aroused again, and now he was desperate for more. He wanted Priestly more than ever...

He kissed him again, this time for a shorter duration.

"...You feel warm, Mars. Are you sick?"

"I-it's Cyprus..." He said quietly. "A-and I'm fine! Just l-let go so I can shower..."

"Let me help you and I will," he said firmly.

He shook his head adamantly until he began to get dizzy, at which point he stopped.

"Just leave me alone..." He mumbled.

He frowned.

"...I will find out what you're hiding from me, Marsy," he sighed, heading back to his room. "I just wish you'd tell me on your own!"

"I'm sorry..." Mars muttered, retreating into the bathroom and stripping once again. He laid down in the bathtub once he was naked, which was cold enough that it offered instant relief.

-x-

That night, Priestly was awoken by sounds outside his window; irritated, he walked outside, half-naked.

"Faust, is that you?!" he called angrily.

Faust, who was indeed outside, turned to face Priestly.

However, Cyprus, too, turned to see Priestly. He was also holding a severed hand, that he dropped upon realizing it seemed quite suspicious.

Insert awkward silence here.