Mars and Priestly Get Married

Encouraged by Mars's lack of resistance, Priestly licked his neck.

Mars shoved him away, but it was not forceful at all.

"Knock it off."

"Oh, please," he chided, pulling off his sweater, then his shirt. "I've seen your movements, and I've heard you going to the bathroom in the night to jerk off--it's been too long, and you need help again. Your hands just aren't the same, are they?"

"I'm fine." He insisted sternly. "I'm always fine, I don't need your help. I wasn't kidding when I said I didn't want you touching me with your filthy whore hands."

Even with all his protesting, he didn't attempt to push him away.

He chuckled, reaching inside of Mars's shirt.

"Silly Marsy--I washed my hands this morning."

He sighed. He knew he wouldn't resist. He never did much, anymore. Not when they were alone, anyway.

"...just make it quick."

"You don't want that," he said, kissing Mars on the forehead. "You want it to be long and drawn-out and satisfying. You want to touch me, too, but you'll only do it if I insist."

He laughed, if only to hide his sad desperation.

"Of course not. You just use that crap to justify your own actions." He lied. It was useless, but he felt like it was his only defense now. He felt so cornered.

"C'mon, Marsy," he purred, rubbing against him. "We're married--I know you."

Mars didn't move.

"...I really don't think you do." He responded simply.

"Then I want to know you," he insisted, kissing Mars's neck. "I want to be inside of you, have you inside of me--I want to be as one."

He laughed at that, but mostly to hide his incredible arousal at the idea.

"Trust me, that isn't going to happen. Ever." He scowled at the mere idea, once he could think about it clearly. "...this is sinful enough."

"There's nothing sinful about a holy union between two people," he replied, nuzzling him. He moved a hand to massage Mars's crotch. "Haven't I told you? I want that kind of union with you. Then we can both be happy and whole in the eyes of God."

He adjust his position slightly, mainly so he could look away comfortably. He never liked looking at Priestly during this sort of thing.

"...You're wrong." He muttered, mostly to himself. Priestly wouldn't believe him, and he knew that. "So wrong..."

"You don't want it?" he asked, pulling off Mars's shirt. He licked his nipples gently, not too forcefully.

He bit his lip, to stop from making noises.

"...I never said that." He said quickly, when he felt he could talk without embarrassing himself too badly.

"But you think God will punish us," he replied, grinning wolfishly. "You're so...paradoxical, Marsy."

He frowned deeply, closing his eyes.

"...I know He will."

"Why? Why doesn't God want his children to be happy? The bible says nothing about the sinful nature of loving another man, because it's simply not simple."

He just shook his head.

"...You'll never understand."

"Of course I won't, if you don't explain it," he chuckled. "I've never been punished, and I've slept with all sorts of people--why do you think that is?"

"I don't care about you." He said bluntly. "I only care about my own well-being. You're too far gone..."

He laughed.

"Then I'd be honored if you'd let yourself be dragged down with me...all I want in this world is you, Mars. Surely God will grant me that? I'd be a good boy for the rest of my life, scout's honor."

He laughed.

"You're so pathetic..." He meant it to be derogatory, but it sounded pathetic in itself when it came from Mars.

He laughed again in return.

"Maybe so, Marsy. But I'll be anything if it means I get you. I mean it."