Love And Life And Demon Hunting

He placed the remote down, his attention focused on Mars.

"...What's wrong? I apologize, if I offended you...I don't just see you as a sex object. I would love your friendship."

He shook his head, frantically trying to wipe his eyes dry. This tactic, however, was pretty useless as he couldn't stop crying.

"...It doesn't matter. You've already ruined my life, you know." He let out a long, rickety sigh. "...You, of all people, have tempted me so completely, I feel it impossible to refuse...My life is over."

"There's always the Lord's forgiveness," he said. "That's what saved me--I was very promiscuous in my childhood. Though I suppose you've had your share of sexual ventures--we're about the same age, right?"

He wasn't sure what was more embarrassing; the fact that he was actually a virgin, despite being fairly close to his thirties, or that he thought being a virgin was a good thing. He was so conflicted.

Either way, he had absolutely no intention of telling this to Priestly; it was all too embarrassing.

Priestly smiled gently.

"...Do you want sex, Mars? Is it something you crave?"

He lowered his gaze to the floor, nodding ever so slightly. He couldn't believe he was actually going along with this. Certainly it was a bad idea.

"Come join me on the bed, then," he said calmly, beckoning Mars closer.

He shook his head frantically.

"No, I can't!" He insisted, looking up at him. "Never, ever."

"...So you don't want it?" he asked, confused. This man certainly didn't enjoy making sense.

"It's not as simple as that, stupid!" He groaned, frustrated. "If it were, don't you think I would have just done it by now?!"

"Then what's your reasoning?" he asked, lounging on the bed.

"...To start, homosexuality is wrong." He mumbled. "Moreover, I barely know you. Thirdly, I swore celibacy. Do you want me to go on...?"

He sighed heavily. He felt so ashamed.

"Then you should definitely do it," he said, smiling.

"But...what?" He asked, completely lost. "B-but...why?!"

"It'll be fun--afterward you can repent if you aren't a homosexual. Become a renewed virgin in the Lord's eyes. A try won't hurt, right?"

"Y-you can't just repent for something like that!" He insisted. "Repenting is for small things, not things like this!"

He looked at him with surprise.

"...Mars, repentance is only for the biggest of sins. God doesn't care for petty temptations of man--he made you, and he understands."

He just shook his head.

"There are some things you can't repent for." He said definitively. "...things like this."

"Then don't repent," he said, getting up and wrapping his arms around Mars. "Do somethig for you just once. You're God's faithful servant--he'll allow you just one test."

He closed his eyes, sighing deeply.

"...why are you so persuasive?" He muttered, looking up again to meet his eyes. "I want to say yes, but I..."

He kissed him on the lips, chastely but with passion nonetheless.

"Then please say yes. I will give you the best night of your life."

He wrapped his arms around Priestly, pulling him into another kiss. He didn't want to say yes; he hoped this was answer enough.

No longer restraining himself, he licked Mars's mouth and unzipped his pants, pulling them down. He reached greedily into his underwear, his fingers groping lecherously.

He squealed, quite surprised by the sudden change.

"W-wait..." He attempted to say, but it as pretty much lost in his other surprised noises.

"Should I slow down?" he asked, gently sucking on Mars's neck. He felt so warm and soft, but his build was that of a grown man--such a glorious combination. He couldn't help it; he wanted Mars to dominate him, to hold him and press him down with his deliciously warm body. As his thoughts grew more and more vivid and perverted, his hand motions sped up to match.

Thoroughly aroused, he heard his blood pumping in his ears.