I Use the Term "Missionary" Loosely

This time, he felt no guilt.

"You should be, because you're a fucking moron." He said bitterly. "If you would just have faith in Him, then you'd realize there's no need to burn the skin off your hands."

"...So when I'm alone, I'm not allowed to feel close to God?" he said quietly. "I'm not allowed to do anything to stop the loneliness from gnawing at my soul--I am to sit there and wait for someone to finally find me again."

He shook his head, sighing.

"...Goodnight, Priestly."

He forced Mars against a wall, trapping him with his body.

"...I'm willing to love you even if you become a rotting corpse, but I disgust you because my devotions has left marks on my hands?...just how much do you love me, Mars?"

"You disgust me because you've put marks on pure, beautiful skin that I only wish I still had, and all for nothing!" He barked angrily. "You're not any less holy than you were before, and if God thinks you're so important that he sent an angel to meet you, then why are you doubting him?!"

He seethed angrily, glaring daggers at Priestly.

He smiled sheepishly, pulling Mars into a hug.

"...So I don't disgust you? And you don't hate me?"

Mars pinched him using his functioning hand.

"No, I just think you're stupid."

He kissed Mars deeply.

"Then please shut up and just let me hold you..."

He sighed reluctantly.

"...Let me sleep, at least..."

"Only in ym arms, after you've been thoroughly pleasured to the point of exhaustion," he purred into his ear.

Mars bit his lip.

"Noo..." He replied.

"But I won't give you a choice," he chuckled. "You've been oh-so cruel and distant, but I'm stronger than you--we're doing as I say." He scooped up Mars in his arms, kissing his forehead. "I want to make you feel good again."

He struggled slightly.

"N-no!" He cried, clinging to Priestly out of habit. "B-but my hand!"

"I'll sew it on first," he insisted, smiling.

"A-and nothing too rough, either!" He reminded him.

He nodded.

"Of course--you can handle a climax or two, can't you?"

"W-we'll see..." He mumbled.

-xxx-

Priestly spat into the trash again, wiping his mouth.

"How do you feel, dear?~"

"...Exhausted." He admitted quietly.

He pulled Mars into a cuddling position, gently stroking his hair.

"Then let's rest."

He nodded, frowning still.

"Goodnight..."

-xx-

The next morning, Mars did his best to sneak into the bathroom before Priestly woke up. He really, really needed a cold shower...

Of course, Priestly was there waiting for him.

Just kidding, he was actually still asleep in bed, sleep-thrusting.

Thus, Mars sat in the cold shower until Priestly woke up.