Who Ya Gonna Call?!

"Then why are you marrying her?" he asked, plopping down onto the ground. "Do you love her?"

"Of course I love her." He said, sounding sincere for the first time since they'd started talking. "I have plenty of other prey outside of her. I don't need marriage just to get laid."

"But won't you have to cheat on her?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you honestly think you can keep a wife as well as...other activities?"

He sighed heavily.

"...I'm trying to stop seducing women, really, but it's so hard when you're an incubus. And I need that energy. Regular sex with the same woman might do me good. I hope."

Priestly smiled.

"Why should I believe you?~"

"Because if you kill me, you'll make her infinitely more sad than if I actually try." He spat bitterly.

Shrugging, Priestly pulled out the spike.

"Good answer. But if you cause any trouble, I will kill you--stay away fro virgins from now on, and congrats on the marriage." He grabbed Mars by the hand. "Come on, Marsy, let's go."

Mars just nodded, though he seemed troubled.

Derek groaned, beginning to whine about his suit and everything as they left.

One they were in the hallway again, Priestly kissed Mars on the forehead.

"That went well."

Mars, in turn, smacked him across the face.

"Would you tell me before you do something like that, next time!" He said, pouting.

He frowned, pulling Mars close.

"You didn't think I'd ever let someone touch you, did you?..."

Mars shoved him away.

"Of course not! I mean, don't just randomly touch me like that, you jerk!"

He grinned.

"Come on, I had to think of something quickly! Besides, I thought you enjoyed my touch..." He slid his arm around Mars's waist.

"That's the problem!" He exclaimed, exasperated. "I need a cigarette..."

He chuckled.

"Marsy, we haven't even had sex yet--now's no time for cigarettes."

"Shut up and go buy me a pack." He said, crossing his arms.

"Oh, but you have to earn it~" he teased, kissing Mars's fingers.

"I think I earned it already, with what you pulled. Jerk." He added, pulling his hands away.

"Rather, I think I owe you the full treatment before we do anything else," he purred.

Mars blushed slightly.

"No. I'm going home and taking a nap and when I wake up, I expect you to have bought me cigarettes."

"Of course. All after the sex," he purred, groping Mars.

He squirmed.

"N-no..." He resisted weakly. He might as well have not resisted at all, seeing as how he knew he was just going to give in anyway.

He nuzzled Mars, squeezing his perfect ass.

"Come on--I swear we'll only go for a little bit." He was lying, of course, but that didn't matter right now--sex was on the line.

He sighed, predictably giving in.

"Fine, fine...But only a little bit!"

He patted him on the rear.

"Good boy. Now, where can we find a storage closet..."