I Use the Term "Missionary" Loosely

As he waited for his hand to be stitched back on, he looked to Priestly.

"You should. I'm not 'Mars' anymore."

"I don't know--Mars was a person I was in a love with, and who loved me back. Cyprus isn't the same."

"Mars is dead, Priestly." He said sternly. "Hardly any of my body is mine anymore..."

He kissed him on the lips.

"I don't care about your body--I love Mars the person."

He glared at Priestly.

"I still don't want you touching me. It's disgusting."

"My body isn't good enough any more?" he asked, frowning.

"No, my body isn't." He replied, frowning. "I don't want you touching this. My arms, my legs, even my internal organs...None of them are mine, anymore."

"Can you feel with them?" he asked simply, looking at Cyprus with interest.

He nodded slightly.

"Yes, but it's...a duller feeling than before." He said simply. "I don't like it."

He gently cradled Mars's face.

"Then I'll just have to pleasure you much more intensely."

He wiggled out of his grasp just as Faust finished sewing up his hand.

"Please don't touch me..." He repeated.

"But this is how I show my love," he insisted. "I don't care about your body, either...I just want you. Please don't leave me alone again."

"Then you can have me. Just not my body..." He mumbled quietly.

"But your body contains you," he insisted.

"Please?" He pleaded. "Don't touch me..."

"But I still want you."

"I'm sorry..." He mumbled. "But I'm going to go to bed, now."

"Then sleep next to me," he insisted, wrapping an arm around Mars. "I miss you..."

He sighed deeply.

"Fine, but I'm sleeping naked because it's fucking hot." He replied, frowning. "And you still aren't allowed to touch me much."

He grinned.

"Rawr. I get to see your cute ass again, at long last--that's still yours, right?"

Sadly, he actually had to stop and think about it.

"...I think so." He said after a while.

He licked his lips.

"It's been five years--you're sure to be nice and tight."

He swallowed roughly.

"I-I said you can't touch me!" He barked, though his face was bright red at this point.

"But that part of you is that same--so isn't it fine?" He slowly slid a hand down to Mars's crotch. "Don't you miss my hands, the warm of my mouth, the feeling of me inside you?"

Weakly, he attempted to shove Priestly away.

"Please, don't..." He mumbled unconvincingly.