Life in a "Ménage à Trois"

"Then do it, now!" He snapped.

"No, after sex," he said, pulling up Mars's shirt and kissing his back.

He frowned.

"Noooo. Tea gets me hot; go get me some first!"

He lightly licked his neck.

"Then call me 'Tea'~"

-xxx-

Mars looked even more irritated than before, now.

"I still. Want. My. Tea."

He nodded, pouring him a cup.

"Here you go, sweetums--it's hot and ready just for you, like my cock~"

When he finally got that tea, he poured it all over Priestly.

"Fucking jerk."

He moaned.

He just glared.

"More tea." He demanded.

He grinned devilishly.

"Lick it off."

"Fuck no." He growled.

"But I thought you wanted tea~"

"I want clean tea." He barked.

"The only thing that's been on my chest this morning is this tea and your seed--I think it still counts as clean," he said matter-of-factly. "Besides, you taste delicious."

"...so you enjoy the taste of rotting flesh. Good to know."

He shook his head.

"No, your ejaculate is very much alive because a new batch is produced by your body every day--it tastes just like you used to."

"...that is honestly the most disgusting thing you've ever told me." He informed Priestly, looking quite disgusted indeed.

He licked his lips.

"Marsy, the human body is not something to be afraid of--especially not your own."

He shuddered.

"No, it really is. I'm disgusting." He said it fairly casually, but he still seemed bitter.

Priestly grabbed Mars's hand, kissing it gently.

"...No form that houses you could ever be anything less than beautiful and holy. Don't you dare deny that truth."

He yanked his hand away and pinched Priestly.

"I can and I will, because I'm disgusting like this. I can't wait to die." He replied even more bitterly.

He frowned, looking away.

"...I'm sorry...but God has something in store for us."

"I wish we could get it over with." He mumbled.

"I know..." He sighed deeply. "I don't want to see you so unhappy."

"It's not like it's your fault." He sighed. "...well, it sort of is, but that's beside the point."