"There, much better," William said, placing his tools aside. Hugue, sitting on the bed half-naked, raised his left hand and studied it for a moment then tried to move his fingers. He smiled slightly when he found himself able to do so; his hand appeared to be fully functional again.

The older man nodded approvingly. "That should do it. Of course, with the vampire thinking you make a good target, I need to do some fixes to the skin later and all, but it works, and that's all that matters for now. I might see about adding some better protection against that kind of attacks too, can't have you disabled all of a sudden and I might not be around all the time to-"

"That's okay," Hugue replied. It wasn't really that he had anything against upgrades; more like, if he didn't cut in on the older man soon, William would ramble on about technical details the swordsman didn't understand anything about for another ten minutes.

His other reason for not listening the rest was more simple; he didn't want to even consider the part about William not being around. Hugue had decided to stop lying to himself after the incident today - the older man was too close to him, too important to him, and that had nothing to do with any upgrades. He had lost too many things in his life already.

William looked at him and smiled. "All right then. Well, we'll think about that more when we get home. Right now..." He frowned slightly then shook his head. "Hmm. Getting some rest might be a good idea. It's late, and I'm a little tired after all that."

The blond didn't say anything for a moment then finally asked, "How?"

"How?" The older man tilted his head and grinned slightly. "Oh, it was not like I had fainted from getting thrown at the wall. Sure it hurt, but I was pretending the rest. Had to, in order to... Well," he paused. "You would have stayed to see that I'm safe if you had noticed that I'm not unconscious, hadn't you, Hugue?"

"Yes," the swordsman replied. William was right; had the man not seemed to be unconscious, Hugue knew he would have stayed to watch that the older man was safe before worrying about his own safety.

William gave him a gentle smile and reached to pet his hair. "That's okay. It shows that you're human, dear boy. Protecting the ones you care about is only natural. Right, you were asking how I got out of there..."

He stood and walked to the window, removing his coat as he spoke. "Well, you were doing great job at distracting the vampire, so I managed to sneak away. And I got lucky, because Kate contacted me just then and said you and Tres had been looking for me. I told her that you were fighting the vampire, and then I circled a couple of streets away from where you were fighting and made it to that square. I met Tres and Abel there; Tres had dragged poor Abel over for backup. We were on the way to meet you at the town hall, but... Well, you know the rest."

The blond merely nodded as a response then lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. He needed to rest. Something dawned to him then, and he looked up and at William. "Master?" He asked. "Are you staying for the night?"

"Well, yes of course," the older man replied. "I got thrown around enough by the vampire, would like to get some sleep tonight, and I'm really not feeling like making it back to Iron Maiden at this hour. That bed is kind of small, but I'd think we'll manage."

Hugue didn't answer but just moved to the other side of the bed, making room for the other man. He closed his eyes again and tried to relax. The bed certainly wasn't too big, but he didn't mind. William was close to him, and it wasn't the first time they were sharing a bed. Besides, a similar bed had sure been big enough for Abel and Tres the other night. He frowned and made a mental correction, as he suddenly realized that it sounded like the bed behind the wall was serving the same purpose tonight as well.

"Oh my," William noted while unbuttoning his shirt. "What are they up to? Guess the walls really are as thin as you said." He smiled and turned to glance at the wall.

The swordsman turned to his side, facing the wall next to the bed, and did his best to ignore their neighbors. It wasn't exactly hard to figure out what was happening in the next room, from the way the bed was squeaking, and how Abel was mumbling Tres' name. He wasn't disturbed for the fact that he knew what was happening; what annoyed him more was the fact that he wasn't interested in listening.

William didn't seem too bothered. He continued removing his clothes, placing them on the chair by the desk. "I think I need to teach Tres a thing or two about tactfulness sometimes," he noted, glancing at the wall again. "Some people might want to sleep, and that..." He smirked then picked up his cane. "Hey," he called in a louder voice, banging the wall with the cane a few times. "Quiet down in there, will you? Some of us want to get some sleep tonight!"

The neighboring room went completely quiet for a moment, then Tres' voice replied with a simple, "Positive."

A few seconds later Hugue did pick up Abel's voice, complaining something about them hearing, but it appeared the silver-haired man got silenced soon afterwards. There was a soft thud, which made the blond wonder for a little, but he discarded the thought when he felt someone crawling into the bed next to him. "Good night, Master," he said quietly, without turning to look at the older man.

William mumbled some sort of a reply then turned off the light on the nightstand, and the room turned dark. Hugue felt the older man shifting a little before finding a comfortable position next to him. William, dressed only in his underwear now, felt quite warm, and the swordsman relaxed, finding himself oddly content.

There were some quiet sounds from the next room, but Hugue continued to ignore them. His companion apparently didn't, as William raised his head a little and looked at the other room's direction in the darkness. "They weren't disturbing you, were they?" The older man asked in a low voice as he lay back down, so close to the blond that he could feel his master breathing calmly.

"No," Hugue replied. It was more or less the truth; he had after all already tolerated them for a night a few days earlier. Abel and Tres could do whatever they wanted, and he wasn't at all interested if they were having sex or not. What they did had no effect in him; all he wished was that they would have been a little more quiet while doing it.

Finding himself fully awake when he was supposed to rest, with William lying right next to him did, however.

Hugue opened his eyes and stared at the nearby wall in the darkness, frowning at the realization. He had to admit that it had been a while since he had done anything. It had been several months since he had last been back to Vatican to make a proper report, and while out on a mission, he had more important things to worry about.

"Good then," he heard William mumble behind him. "Wouldn't want those two to..." The rest was unclear, not that Hugue had really been listening. He closed his eyes again and shifted his position a little in hopes of moving away from the older man. Whatever his body was up to, he decided he could ignore it. William needed rest, and Hugue wasn't going to disturb him with anything.

His attempt to get away from William turned out to be in vain when only a moment later the older man turned to his side and inched closer to him, wrapping one arm around the blond. "Hey, you get back here, boy," he complained. "You're warm. Ah, so much better."

The swordsman found himself holding his breath at that moment. Better for one of them, was all he could think about. The Professor's touch was certainly something he didn't need in his condition - or perhaps it was what he needed, and missed - but he settled to lying still and hoping William would fall asleep soon.

"Hugue," a gentle but worried voice by his ear whispered. "Are you really all right? You sure those two doing their thing didn't bother you?" William stroked the younger man's arm softly as he spoke, certainly not helping Hugue feel any more comfortable in his situation.

The blond sighed, defeated. "It's not them," he replied.

"Well, that's strange then," William continued. "I could swear I noticed you reacting to it. I mean, you..." He slipped his hand lower on the younger man's body as he spoke. Hugue froze and grabbed the Professor's hand quickly before he got anywhere. "Ah. I was right, wasn't I?" The older man added, his voice taking an amused tone now.

"It's fine," Hugue said quietly. "I don't mind. You should rest." He pushed the older man's hand away and tried to move away from him again, only to find himself against the wall.

William sat up and placed his hand on the swordsman's shoulder. "But Hugue," he said softly. "You need rest too. And you can't sleep because of, well, that. Not their fault huh?" He glanced towards the wall of the other room, then smiled, not that Hugue could have seen it. "Well, if you're sure it's not them, the only other reason for that I can think of..." He patted the younger man's arm. "Ah, but that makes it my responsibility," he added cheerfully. "Come on then, turn to lie on your back."

The blond tried to come up with a way to decline, but he couldn't think of anything at all. He also had to admit that William would have thought of a way to counter anything he would have said anyway. He still wasn't planning on moving, but the older man grasped him by the shoulder and pulled him down before he could make up his mind about what to do next.

He hadn't been expecting finding the older man moving to sit by his legs and suddenly finding a warm mouth around his erection.

"...Master?" He asked, raising his head a little then falling back down, drawing an arm over his face. He gripped the sheets with his other hand, his body tensing. William certainly knew what he was doing, and Hugue found himself wanting it. All that mattered was that it was William touching him, and he had missed that touch.

There was no reply, for a logical reason since the Professor was in no position to be chatting. Hugue pressed his hips up a little and closed his eyes, not wanting to think. It wasn't like he could have done so, though, as his mind wandered, and the only thing clear was William touching him. He squirmed a little, unconsciously moving his hand down to grab William's hair, and that's when he snapped back to reality, as his fingers came across a small lump on the back of the older man's head.

"Master?" He asked, sitting up and drawing his fingers through the older man's hair. William noticed him moving and glanced up, then raised his head. He stared at the blond for a moment before raising a hand to where Hugue held his.

"Oh, that," the Professor said after realizing what this was about. "Hit my head when getting thrown at the wall. Absolutely nothing to worry about!" He smiled reassuringly and petted Hugue's hand gently. "It'll be gone by tomorrow, so stop giving me that look. You just lie back and I'll have this little..." He poked at the younger man's erection, making Hugue wince. "...Or not so little problem taken care of!"

Hugue tried to think of a reply but again could come up with nothing. He didn't want to lie back down, though, so he leaned against the wall on his side and grabbed William's short hair as the older man leaned back down to continue what he had been doing. The swordsman didn't dare to look away, as he was feeling worried about the older man for no particular reason - or was it just really worry he was feeling. He asked himself the question in his mind, knowing the answer even if he still, after everything he had thought about tonight, refused to give the feeling a name.

"Gah..." He gritted his teeth, gripping the older man's hair harder. His lower body felt awfully hot, and he tried to press himself against William's caresses. He bit his lip to stifle any further sounds, as he found himself sounding somewhat pathetic. It didn't help, and he slapped a hand over his lips, just in time to keep himself quiet as he came, the feeling taking over his body unexpected, and he fell back down against the sheets, exhausted.

The older man moved to lie next to the blond, reaching to pet his hair before relaxing. "Better, then?" He asked with a low voice. "You shouldn't frustrate yourself like that you know. Maybe you should stop by home a little more often if just me being here makes you react like that. You're not doing anything when out on the field anyway, and..."

Hugue missed the rest of the Professor's rambling, as he closed his eyes and dozed off. He didn't know if he fell asleep or not, or how much time passed - not too much, he could judge from the way his body felt - but he opened his eyes again after a while because he felt something between his buttocks. "Uh? ...Master?"

"Oh, what now?" William asked, moving his fingers a little, pressing them inside the younger man, and Hugue realized there was something slick on them. He glanced to the side and noticed a small container of oil on the nightstand. That was all he had time to notice, as William's fingers pressed deeper, brushing against something that made the swordsman's eyes widen, and he arched his back and grabbed the headboard of the bed for support.

"Ah...!" He caught himself before anything else left his lips and silenced himself again, then looked questioningly at the older man.

William stopped what he was doing and looked back at the blond. "Yes, boy? What is it, I though... Oh." He stared at the younger man for a moment, his expression turning concerned. "You... didn't fall asleep, did you? Darn. I apologize, Hugue, I thought-" He was about to remove his hand, but Hugue caught it and shook his head. "Well that's totally your fault," the older man continued. "You're always so damn quiet in bed that I can't tell when you're sleeping and when just... lying there."

"I'm fine," Hugue mumbled as a reply. He then glanced down before looking at William again with the questioning expression.

"Oh, still wondering what I'm doing?" The older man said, then looked at Hugue. "Oh. Not that? Then, you mean what I'm doing, as in, why... Well." He caught himself before ending up rambling, and nodded down. "You know, I was touching you and all and, are you expecting me to not like it? After all, I am your, how did that vampire put it again? Lover, or something."

Hugue shook his head again, almost smiling. He didn't find the expression fitting - to him, William was and meant a lot more. He didn't voice his opinion though and just gave his Master a slight nod. "Continue," he said, sliding his fingers over the older man's wrist and relaxing.

The Professor gave him a smile before continuing. Hugue's gaze found wandered to the older man's lower body, and he noticed William had gotten rid of his pants at some point. He closed his eyes and silenced himself again, biting his finger to keep himself from moaning as his Master's fingers pressed against his weak spot again. He tensed and squirmed a little, his body warming up again.

"More?" William asked, moving his fingers some more. "You seem to like this," he pointed out, moving his other hand along the younger man's side, stroking his skin. "Not enough to be hard yet, but I suppose that doesn't matter..." He trailed off and continued his caresses. Hugue wanted to reply something, but he found himself busy trying to keep quiet. No, it certainly didn't matter if he was reacting or not, when his body was burning anyway.

"No... more," he managed to mumble after a while. "Can't... take any more," he panted, trying to catch his breath. He felt William pull out the fingers and the hand moving to his crotch, stroking him for a little. This time, there was a definite reaction.

The older man shifted his position and leaned to kiss the blond. "Well, I can't really either. So if you don't mind...?" As a reply Hugue shook his head shortly and wrapped his arms around his Master. He bit his lip, unable to think up a coherent reply. He didn't mind, if that was the question. He wanted it, and he needed to feel William close.

"I suppose I have no other choice than to think you're okay with this," William said with a gentle voice. "I'll be careful." He moved on top of the younger man and positioned himself between Hugue's legs; in the end he was still working on his position when the blond growled and wrapped his legs around the Professor's waist, drawing him closer. William chuckled at that, squirming to get a little closer before pressing into the blond.

"Ngght..." Hugue mumbled, biting his lip again. He grabbed a pillow from the side and stuffed it under his lower back. William paused for a moment and looked the swordsman to check that he was fine, then continued moving. The swordsman pressed his body against William's movements, cursing himself in his mind for needing it so much.

The Professor whispered something Hugue couldn't hear as he continued in a steady pace. Some sane part of the swordsman's mind reminded him on that moment that he had heard the bed in the neighboring room squeaking while Abel and Tres had been doing anything, and he quietly hoped the bed they were using wasn't that bad - even if he knew it was, and in the end, he didn't care.

"Hugue," William whispered, slowing down his movements for a moment and leaning in to kiss the younger man. "You do know," he said in a low voice, sounding way too serious all of a sudden. "That you need to be careful out there? I can't lose you, dear boy, you're too important."

"Master?" Hugue asked, staring at the older man for a second. He then smiled a little and grabbed the older man behind the neck, pulling him in for another kiss. "Yes," he whispered against William's lips. Whatever the Professor had meant by that was enough; to Hugue it defined what he had been wondering about for half of the day.

"Well, that's good!" The Professor said, his voice taking the usual cheerful tone again. "You do know you make me awfully worried, always with that fighting..." He shifted his position a little, slipping a hand between them and wrapping his fingers around Hugue's erection, stroking him. "Oh but that's probably not what I should be rambling about when we, you know. Right, then!" He picked up the pace again, continuing a little faster than he originally had, and Hugue closed his eyes, letting his hands slice down on the older man's body. He grabbed William's arm with his left hand when the older man moved in a way that felt particularly good.

William paused for a moment and shook his hand free. "That is so going to leave a bruise," he commented, sounding a little tired by now. "Well at least it proves I did good work fixing that! Ah, yes, where... was I...?"

Hugue glanced at the older man's arm, a little embarrassed from not remembering to control his strength better. He couldn't do much at that point, though, and he grabbed the sheets next to them instead, letting the older man continue. The steady thrusting had already forced him to his limits. "Master..." He mumbled, forgetting about trying to stay quiet. He was beyond caring anyway, and he arched his back, trying to press against the older man and take him deeper as he came. "Aaah, Master!"

The older man smiled, removing his hand from Hugue's crotch and just continuing for another short moment before mumbling something unclear, accompanied by Hugue's name, and collapsed on top of the blond, spent as well.

"...Phew. Tiring, that," William mumbled after a moment, moving off of his student and lying down next to him. "Hugue...?" He sighed and raised his hand to stroke the younger man's face gently, moving a couple of stray strands of hair away from the blond's face. Hugue was sleeping, with a peaceful expression on his face, like he had been somewhere safe.

"Ah. You just sleep. You sure deserve it," the Professor said, leaning over to kiss the swordsman before sitting up. If Hugue was going to sleep, it was his problem to wash them.

He only then realized that someone in the next room was banging the wall. "And you're complaining we make noise!" Complained Abel's voice. "Honestly, do you mind? That's... immorality! Priests shouldn't be so... so unchaste and...!"

William shook his head and laughed.