The mission had been going a lot better before he had gotten the word from Vatican about needing to report to another AX member. It also had been going a lot better until Hugue learned who it was. It just figured it had to be William. Normally he wouldn't have minded the older man's company - on the contrary, he would have welcomed it, but not now, not when the vampire he had been tracking down had showed up and attacked them. The fact that the weather was miserable didn't help too much, either.

William gripped his cane a little tighter than he would have liked to admit and stared at the place where Hugue was poised to stab at. He looked around quickly and clenched his jaw. Just because he couldn't see the fellow that had tried to jump them, didn't mean he couldn't sense his presence. Only problem was, he could pinpoint exactly WHERE he was...

Hugue kept looking around, waiting for the damned vampire to strike again. He would have rather taken the battle away from where William was, but his opponent wasn't giving him a choice. It didn't matter; Hugue was determined that the vampire would die the next attempt he made at attacking. Or would have, Hugue had to admit only a few second later, had that attack not been aimed at William. The swordsman did the only thing he could and stepped in the way, receiving a cut to his side. He sliced at the attacker while at it, though, pleased to hear the vampire growl in pain and curse loudly.

The older man jumped in shock and managed to give his cane a good swing in the vampire's direction, but he missed gloriously. He heard the sounds of clothes ripping and a snarl of pain on the vampire's part, but he was confused as to what exactly had happened. He set his jaw and scanned the area in vain, reaching out to snatch at Hugue's shoulder.

"It's wounded," Hugue said, drawing his fingers over his side and then looking at his hand. There was blood, but the blond figured the pain wasn't that bad. He had experienced much worse before, and this wasn't enough to stop him. He glanced at the sky, frowning as he realized the slight rain from before was getting worse.

William swore rather colorfully and gripped his shoulder tighter, prodding the cut delicately with one gloved hand. "YOU'RE wounded. And you're still losing blood, if it isn't cleaned and stitched up then it will get infected, and this is your fault, you should have stayed out of the way! Enough, we need to leave." He gave the swordsman's shoulder a sharp tug, careful of the nasty wound in his side.

"No," Hugue replied coldly, pulling away. William could have been right, but another scar didn't mean a thing for the blond. "It's trying to escape. The rain's getting worse; I'll lose the trail. I'm going after him." With that, he ran into the rain, leaving William behind.

The older man cursed again but knew better than to attract unwanted attention by calling after Hugue. Also, it was useless. He may as well be yelling at a brick, for all the positive response he got. Ugh, the rain was getting heavy... He reached up and ran a hand through his hair, plastered wetly to his skull, and called the blond just about every crude name he could muster in rank, gutter tramp Albion. Stomping off down the narrow road, he made his way back to the local church and stormed into the room he and Hugue had to share.

It certainly wasn't a pleasant task to track down a vampire in the heavy rain while wounded. Hugue's prey was wounded as well, though, and in the end, the swordsman didn't care. His mind was already set, and his only target was to kill the vampire, no matter what. It was evening and the scenery slowly turned dark, but that wasn't going to stop Hugue. Nothing would stop him.

Damn the boy! He should have known better than to jump in the way of a weapon, no matter who was going to bear the brunt of the attack! Hugue knew that, he knew why and he certainly knew better, but he NEVER listened... William closed the door and ripped off his scarf almost violently, draping it over the rickety chair in the corner, doing the same with his wet robes and cassock. Well, at least his dress shirt was still somewhat dry in most places... Shaking his head, he drove a hand into the small pack he had brought and went through the medical supplies he'd brought along. If the boy came back alive, he'd definitely need stitches...

The vampire proved to be a tricky prey, as it took Hugue several hours to track him down. The battle didn't take for long, though - while the swordsman had stopped bleeding for the most part, the vampire could still smell fresh blood and came at him, trying to bite. That was where it ended - with his inhuman strength and speed, Hugue brought the blade at the vampire, cutting his head off. He stared at the dead vampire at his feet then took a deep breath. It would take him at least a couple of hours to make it back to the church.

It seemed everything was trying to go backwards. Instead of his temper cooling off with time, he only grew hotter under the collar and angrier by the minute. Where the hell was he? Hadn't he had his fun yet? Gritting his teeth, William jerked the chair to the side and stood up violently, clasping his hands behind his back and beginning to pace.

Hugue felt relieved when returning to town and getting the church into view. Nearly six hours had passed from the point he had chased after the vampire, and while he didn't care too much about his injury, even he had to admit the rain was starting to feel uncomfortable. He was completely drenched, and spending the rest of the night warming up next to his Master had started to sound like a good idea a few hours ago. He made it to the church and to the guest room, and he entered without bothering to knock or check if William was still awake in the first place.

The older man heard the doorknob turn and he froze, back turned to the door. He was almost afraid to turn and even look at Hugue. Tightening his hands into fists behind his back and straightened his back and clenched his teeth. While he had quite a few things he intended to say, he just didn't trust himself to say them just yet. God help the boy, because his blood was positively boiling...

The blond nodded at the older man, pleased to find him still awake - although nothing could be seen from Hugue's face. This did, however, mean there was a chance for another type of warming up, and the swordsman certainly wouldn't have minded some. "Master," he greeted, placing his sword against the wall.

William clamped down on his words and continued to stare at the wall, trying to get a grip on his anger. Really, he was no overemotional young one... He walked coldly to the dresser and picked up a dry towel he had placed there, flicking it silently in Hugue's direction and refusing to turn around.

"Master?" Hugue said again, his tone now a questioning one. It was unusual for William to just be gazing at the wall like he had been minding his own business. He shrugged and started removing his wet clothes, feeling a lot better as he got the wet fabric away. His shirt had stuck to the wound a little, and he winced as he removed it, but he continued stripping, taking all his clothes off before taking the towel and starting to dry his hair.

William snorted and unclasped his hands, crossing his arms firmly across his chest and glanced at the wound on the younger man's side. It was deep, he could already tell. At least it had stopped bleeding though, blood crusted as it was. He huffed again and spun his eyes back around to glare violently at the wall again.

Hugue stopped to stare at the older man then continued drying himself until most of the cold, damp feeling was gone from his skin. He sat down on the bed and studied his wound then sighed and looked at the Professor. He wasn't perhaps too good at reading emotions, but with William usually being the most cheerful person around, this one wasn't hard. "Master," he said, his voice as indifferent as ever. "Why are you so angry?"

"Because you don't LISTEN!" The older man barked as he spun around on his heel. The faint lines around his eyes deepened considerably and his mouth was pulled into an unpleasant glower. He crossed his arms even tighter across his chest as spots of color rose on his cheekbones. "Have you not taken in a single thing I've taught you, or do you just not give a damn?"

"...Yes?" Hugue replied, not exactly sure what William was talking about. All right, so the Professor was angry about him going after the vampire wounded. The blond couldn't figure out what that had to do with him not doing what William had taught him, though. "I killed the vampire," he continued, not sure what he should have been thinking. William rarely, if ever, lost his temper.

"Yes," William hissed, "Of that, I had no doubt." He spun back around on his heel and stomped over to pick up the box of medical supplies he'd been fortunate enough to bring along. "You had no business even getting yourself in this state in the first place! And then you take off AFTER him? After I specifically told you not to do it?!" He clamped his mouth shut and yanked out a roll of gauze and a bottle of alcohol and stomped over to where Hugue was sitting, dragging the chair behind him.

The blond blinked, finding the situation ridiculous. "I always finish what I start," he replied. "The vampire was still alive, so I tracked him down and killed him." He decided not to add more, as he had no defense for ignoring the order. His loyalty to AX wasn't too high, but if going to details, William would have been higher ranking - not to mention the Master part.

The Professor opened the bottle alcohol and doused a swab of gauze with some, grabbing Hugue's upper arm a little rougher than intended and dragging him closer to the chair. "Don't move," he growled at him and pressed the sterile dressing directly on the wound, swiping off the dry crust of blood before setting to the task of cleaning out the cut directly. Tossing the blood saturated gauze aside, he soaked another one and rubbed at the torn edges of skin.

Hugue gritted his teeth a little, as William's medical care for some reason hurt a lot more than receiving the wound originally. "It's not that bad," he said, his words more or less the truth. He had had worse, and it was in the end jut a cut that would heal back to normal in some time. He could have cared for the cut himself and would have done so had the Professor not been around, but he stayed still and didn't resist in any way. After all, it was better let William take his mood on something, even if it wasn't very comfortable.

The older man pursed his lips and concentrated on the cleaning task, rubbing the last of the blood away before driving his hand back into the pack and pulling out a curved needle and a ball of smooth medical thread. "I need to sew it shut." He clipped shortly, and sterilized a new piece of gauze, rubbing the needle down with it and threading it.

"Fine," Hugue replied, wondering if this was really necessary, but since he wasn't going to argue, he sat in place and let the older man do whatever with the wound. It would hurt, but Hugue wasn't one to complain about pain. "Is there anything to eat here?" He asked in an attempt to change the subject. Besides, he was somewhat weakened from losing blood.

William huffed and dragged Hugue closer, planting one palm against his ribs. He really hated to even be near the boy at the moment, but it needed to be done... "I can't get to it properly unless... lap. Now."

The blond stared at the older man for a moment then smiled a little. He didn't know why exactly he needed to end up on William's lap for this, but whatever his Master told him. He shrugged and obeyed, noting that the Professor felt comfortably warm.

The Professor gave the swordsman a positively glacial look and flattened his palm on his ribs, pinching the torn skin and sliding the sterilized needle smoothly through the flesh. Quickly tying off a tight knot in the thread, he lowered his face to the cut and snapped off the excess thread with his teeth. Well, that was one.

Hugue frowned but refused to show signs of pain otherwise. The older man was really being less gentle than usual. "I could do that myself," he offered, just to check how angry William really was. For now, the Professor hadn't tried to avoid caring for him, at least.

"If you can't even follow a simple request, then you are definitely inadequate in treating your own wounds. Be quiet, this is your doing anyway," William snapped brittly as he slid the needle through again, repeating the whole process and pulling the spare bit of thread from between his lips.

"Master?" Hugue asked, a hint of a smile on his lips again. "Who do you think treats my wounds when you're not around?" He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as the uncomfortable feeling on his side got stronger momentarily. He then relaxed a little, shaking his head. "My doing?"

"At the moment, I don't really care. If you don't give a damn, then neither do I." The Professor stuck the needle through extremely slow to punctuate his remark, and knotted the thread, biting it off and spitting the excess to the side. "And YES, your doing- you know exactly what I'm talking about, you should have stayed out of the way, And it wouldn't be nearly as painful if you'd just listened to me for once! Now. Be QUIET."

Hugue shrugged. "I listen to you," he replied. "As for my doing. The vampire was trying to hit you. By getting in the way, you stayed unharmed, and I got a clear hit at him." Well, perhaps there was something more to that, like Hugue simply not wanting to see William get injured while there was something he could do about it, but he wasn't going to say that.

"Bah, liar, you don't listen at all." The older man knotted and snapped a few more threads and paused to swipe off the excess blood, then resumed stitching up the wound. "That's exactly why it was your doing, you should have stood aside and let him HIT me." He jabbed Hugue almost violently with the needle and snatched it through, tying it off and pausing to rethread the needle.

"Then you'd be the one needed to be treated," Hugue said, sounding unconcerned even if with the matter in question, he happened to care a lot. "It also would have required for me to calculate my strike differently. It was easier to hit him the way I did it." He winced a little, as the sudden sharp pain on his side made him consider moving away and finishing the stitches himself.

"Yes, and it would have been done hours ago, and we'd be asleep by now. The fact is, you're in a state and it's your fault, and be QUIET, Hugue-!" The Professor glared at Hugue again and gripped his hip tightly. "Don't you dare move..."

The blond looked at the older man and shook his head shortly. "I'm not moving," he said, not too happy about it, but as he had decided before, if this was really what it took to get the Professor to calm down, then so be it. He didn't say anything else and just stayed still while William finished his work.

William remained silent after that and finally finished stitching the tear, swiping the rest of the blood and fluid away before snatching up the roll of tape an linen wraps. He rubbed some salve onto the freshly stitched wound before tearing off a bit of tape and rolling up a wad of fresh linen, sticking it none too gently on it and taping it there. Once he finished, he poured a bit of alcohol into his hands and rubbed them together briskly. "There, it's finished. And I've stayed up all night and half of the morning waiting for you. I'm going to bed. You do what you like." William ripped back the covers on the small bed and climbed between the sheets, turning his back to Hugue and closing his eyes. Maybe the boy would go hunt something to eat and leave him in peace.

"Night, Master," Hugue said as he stood. He figured that the older man might be in a better mood later, so he just picked up a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around his waist before leaving the room to find something to eat. It was past midnight, and nobody was awake anymore, so he settled to getting some bread and making himself tea. He eventually returned to the guest room and lay down next to the Professor.

William didn't answer Hugue as he departed, merely laid there and pretended to be asleep. No matter how tired he was, he just couldn't sleep in this state. He crossed his arms in the bed and stared at the wall in grave discontent. Gritting his teeth, he snapped his eyes shut again and kicked to top cover off of him, unbuttoning his dress shirt and draping it over the chair. Maybe he would sleep better if it weren't so warm. When Hugue came back in, he stayed very still and fought to even out his breathing to pass off as being asleep. Damn that boy... he was going to get killed one of these days...

Hugue glanced at the Professor, not sure if he was sleeping or not. Things hadn't exactly turned out as expected since the older man was angry at him, but it couldn't be helped. He edged a little closer and leaned his head against William, trying to find a comfortable position. At least it was warm there.

The older man's muscles tensed as tight as a bowstring, silent and glaring at the wall. If looks could kill, the walls would have been dust by now. The last time he'd been this furious with Hugue was... never, that he could recall. Pressing his lips tight, he snapped his eyes shut and firmly refused to reach over and touch the blond. He didn't know whether he would caress him or slap him for pulling this stunt.

"...Master?" Hugue asked quietly. From William's reaction he could only presume that the older man wasn't sleeping, after all. "Can't you sleep?" He inched a little closer, careful of his side, and wrapped an arm around the Professor. He figured William wasn't in a mood for sex, but it didn't hurt to try - and if not, it was still comfortable to be close to the other man.

William snorted and scowled darkly at Hugue over his shoulder. "No, I can't, thanks to you..." He had half a mind to shove the younger man off of him and throw the sheets over his head, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. So, he just lay there and turned his head to stare at the wall again, making no move to touch him, but not bothering to shrug him off.

The blond studied the Professor for a moment, then mentally shrugged. "I see," he replied, settling to lie where he was for now while he tried to figure out what exactly it was that kept William from sleeping. Was it him being there in general, William being angry at him, or his attempts to caress the older man? If it was his presence - well, there was not much he could have done, as the bed wasn't all that big. He sighed silently and closed his eyes, deciding to just enjoy the warmth for now.

The older man narrowed his eyes and continued to stare at the wall for a moment, then sighed heavily and closed his eyes, grudgingly reaching a hand up to touch the hand Hugue had wrapped around him. He made no move to speak of make any other attempt to touch him, but he had begun to regret a bit of his harshness, if only the part where he treated the wound too roughly. He stroked his fingers lightly over Hugue's knuckle before drawing them back and relaxing a bit. But it didn't mean he wasn't still angry. Certainly not.

If something could be considered mixed signals, this was that, Hugue concluded. First the older man was pretending to not care that he was there, and now... "Master?" The blond whispered, just wishing to confirm what exactly was going on. He nuzzled the Professor's neck then kissed his shoulder lightly, wishing to know what the reaction was. In the end, if William was still angry, it would at least give him a moment to pay back for all those time the damned Professor had been teasing him.

William huffed and gave Hugue another chilly look, but his face was a bit softer when he did so. He pursed his lips in irritation and squirmed at all the cuddling. Hugue only wanted one thing when he got like this, and he wasn't going to do it... He really wasn't...

The blond stopped and leaned over the older man's shoulder, curious about the reaction. The Professor looked a bit less annoyed now, and unlike Hugue, William didn't usually hide his feelings as far as the swordsman knew. He smirked and started nibbling on the man's ear, just to take this a bit further.

Oh no, absolutely not. He wasn't a randy teenager anymore... Well, not in this case. A little nibble wasn't going to have any affect on him. No, not at all. William bit his lip and firmly ignored the little shiver that ran up his back. His fingers tightened into the sheets that was wrapped around him and froze, not even thinking of nudging Hugue away from him.

Hugue couldn't help but to feel amused. Under normal circumstances, William would have been rambling at him and making him generally uncomfortable by now, but the older man was just lying there and pretending to ignore him. The fact that the Professor wasn't wearing a shirt made things easier as well. The blond ran his fingers over the older man's side while continuing to nibble around, moving down to William's neck.

The older man jumped and fidgeted again, snatching at Hugue's fingers and batting at them. As familiar as this all was, he was used to being the one tormenting the boy, not the other way around. "You keep your hands to yourself or I'll tie you down and leave you that way..."

"You could try," the blond replied, some amusement in his voice. In the end, William couldn't have tied him down, at least not in the current circumstances. It was, after all, hard to tie down and hold someone with cybernetic arms. It also wasn't like William could have pushed him away, and Hugue decided to go a little further. He drew the older man against him and held him there. "Warm."

"Hn, perhaps not so much tie you down, but I could wait until your cybernetics go on the fritz again. I'd gladly get you worked up, then leave you like THAT. Wouldn't be able to do anything..." The Professor shot Hugue a glare and tried to wriggle in the opposite direction and out of the blond's grasp.

"You could," Hugue mused, gnawing on the older man's shoulder gently. "But you wouldn't," he continued. "It's not too likely that my arms fail right now, and on any other day, you won't be angry at me." He loosened his hold a little, somewhat afraid of hurting the Professor in case William decided to start fighting.

"Oh, I'll remember this though, since that's going to leave a nasty SCAR..." William scowled angrily and squirmed again, then jerked and shuddered a bit when the younger one sank his teeth in his shoulder. "Stop that..."

Hugue paused what he was doing and stared at the Professor's neck for a moment, then placed a gentle kiss on it. "All right," he said. William sure deserved any teasing he could come up with, but in the end, the blond had to admit he wasn't too good at this. Direct approach was more of his thing, and even with the situation being what it was, he couldn't continue doing anything that the older man didn't approve of for too long.

William stayed still for a moment then sighed heavily, craning his neck to stare at the blond. "NOW you actually listen to what I say? Unbelievable..." Rolling his eyes, He flipped over on his side and rolled the younger man onto his back, being mindful of his wound, which was probably twice as sore due to his none too gentle treatment of it. He clenched his jaw and gave the swordsman a very chilly look. "I should have just poured the whole bottle on it..."

"Would have been waste," the blond replied. "Told you already. It's not that bad." He stared back at the older man, his gaze quite calm. "Master," he then added, raising his hand and reaching to touch William's face. "You're overreacting. It's not the first time I've fought while wounded. Why this treatment, now?"

"Would have hurt and you'd have deserved it." William clipped shortly but let the fingers of one hand ghost across the younger one's shoulders, tracing over a scar here and there. He propped himself up on his elbow and frowned deeply, smoothing out the edges of the tape on his side. "You got yourself cut needlessly, then took off blindly after him after I told you not to do it. You came back weak from blood loss and soaking wet, and that cut is going to be infected tomorrow since you didn't get it cleaned immediately, the rain, on top of the grime on your clothes will make it take much longer to heal, and all of this could have been prevented had you had the sense God gave you to stay out of the WAY. THAT'S why I'm angry." He cut off his tirade and removed his hand, suddenly angry all over again, and flipped back over to cool his nerves.

The blond stared at his Master then shook his head. "I've been through worse. It's only a small cut, and you're making a way too big deal out of it." He traced over the older man's jaw then withdrew his hand and lay still, appearing almost bored. He wished William would've cut the nonsense and had just yelled at him, if that was what it took to stop this. "Fine," he then said. "I apologize. Can you now stop this?"

"Consider it stopped- good night." And the older man closed his eyes again and tugged the sheets back over them, managing to relax a bit but still unable to fall asleep.

Hugue studied the older man's back for a second then shrugged and got out of the bed. "That's not 'stopping'," he commented as he went to get his clothes. He studied them, frowning deeply as he found they were still wet. He couldn't, however, think of too many options. Just being there kept William awake and angry, and he didn't want that. He was bad enough dealing with his own emotions; the Professor's were way beyond him to handle. "I'll find another place to sleep. Sleep well, Master."

The older man turned on his side and shot upright abruptly. He reached out a hand and jabbed his finger down to the spot next to him and when he spoke, his voice was firm and no nonsense. "Absolutely not, get back over here NOW, boy..."

"You can't sleep because I'm here," Hugue replied, turning to look at the other man. "And if this wound is as bad as you keep claiming, I could just as well go find a doctor." He considered adding another reason - the fact that he had never seen William this angry, and he didn't know what to do. "I'll come give my report in the morning when you're calmer."

"I won't be able to sleep with you off wandering the halls, now get back here before I drag you back." William caught himself and sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair wearily. This really was getting out of hand... "Come back to bed, Hugue... A doctor wouldn't be able to do any more than I already have. Come to bed."

"I shouldn't," the blond said, shaking his head. "You're angry," he added, picking up his sword. It wasn't much of an excuse, but he couldn't think of anything else. Besides, it was the truth, as it was the main reason Hugue wanted to just escape for a moment.

William's face softened and he lifted a hand and crooked a finger, beckoning to Hugue. "I'll say no more about it, tonight. Come to bed before you tear your stitches." He pulled back the sheets and patted the spot next to him, beckoning again. "I'd hate to have to re-stitch all that. Come here."

The swordsman sighed and put the sword back down. "All right," he said, although he was still uncertain about what he should be doing. However, if William said he wasn't going to bring it up anymore, he liked to believe that. "They wouldn't tear," he said as he sat down on the bed. "I've had worse."

William bit down on any retort he may have wanted to say and slid over to give Hugue a bit of room. He flipped over on his side with a sigh and reached out absently to smooth out the tape on his skin again. "Is it still painful, then...?"

"No," Hugue replied, not exactly telling the truth, but to him, whatever his side happened to feel like didn't count as 'painful'. He lay down on his back and pulled the covers over himself, then shifted around a little until finding a comfortable position near the older man. He closed his eyes, not feeling like talking, as he wasn't sure if William was, despite of what he had promised, still angry.

The older man sighed and moved his hand up, brushing Hugue's hair out of his face before moving it back down to rest warmly on his stomach, scooting closer and resting his chin on the blond's shoulder. He still had a ton of things to say, but he didn't have the energy to even bother snapping at him anymore. The only time he'd ever run Hugue out of bed before was when he was trying to coax him into trying that little toy he'd developing a while back... He really must have been ugly to him.

"Master? Are you still angry?" Hugue asked after a moment, not sure if he actually wanted to know, but he happened to like straight out answers. William was usually easy to read, but tonight had just been strange. He turned to look at the Professor, his green eyes studying the older man closely, trying to figure him out.

"You scared the hell out of me, do you realize that...?" William sighed heavily again and shook his head slowly, pressing his mouth to the blond's shoulder. "Enough of this for now..." Fingers brushed gold hair back from Hugue's neck and he placed a tender kiss on his throat.

Hugue stared at the Professor for a second then smiled slightly. "You could have told me before, Master," he said quietly, finally sounding less indifferent. "All tonight I've been wondering what it was that made you so angry..." He raised his hands to William's shoulders and pulled him closer, nuzzling against him. "I'm sorry, Master."

"Hn," was all the older man said when he nibbled at the younger man's earlobe, stroking his fingertips lightly over the blond's stomach. "It couldn't have been that difficult to figure out..." He huffed and bit down sharply on his neck before soothing the sting with a lick.

"It was," the blond admitted, turning his head to the side to allow the older man better access. "I'm not good with things like this." He slid his hands down to William's back and idly traced his skin, letting the Professor do as he pleased for now. Hugue didn't in the end have anything against what was going on; on the contrary, he had been planning on something earlier anyway.

The Professor gripped at the ends of Hugue's hair and tipped his head back, nipping at the swordsman's jaw before trailing his mouth down the column of the blond's throat, stopping at the collarbone and savaging him there. He sank his teeth into the crook of the younger man's neck and slid his other hand slowly down his belly. Well, if he couldn't yell at him...

"Master?" Hugue whispered, then smiled and closed his eyes. So this had been in his original plans what to do tonight - and if this was what it took to get William to stop rambling for a few minutes, the swordsman was happy to comply. He squirmed a little and moved one hand to the older man's hair, taking a gentle hold.

William smirked a bit against the smooth neck and tickled his fingers even lower, circling one slowly around the younger man's navel. He nipped once more at the hollow of his throat before biting his chest. "Hm?"

The blond dropped his hand away from the older man's back, shaking his head shortly before pushing some hair out of his face. "Nothing," he said then squirmed a little before relaxing against the sheets. "Comfortable," he added, his fingers playing with the Professor's short hair.

"Oh, not for long..." He paused for a moment before sliding his hand past Hugue's navel to give him a good, firm grope through the sheets. Planting his mouth over a nipple, he nipped it until it became a tight, painful nub. He flicked his eyes up to the blond's face and lifted an eyebrow before turning his head and starting in on the other. There were other ways to get a point across.

Hugue looked at the Professor, having to admit feeling quite curious now. Did William have a punishment in mind or something? At least the older man seemed to be back to his normal self, and whatever that brilliant mind could come up with now, Hugue didn't mind. He shifted on the bed, moving his hands onto the older man's shoulder again, holding onto him.

The older man paused for a moment to think before a flickering light caught his eyes, he peered out at the small, flickering candles that line the shelves and the small table in the corner. A small smile tugged at his mouth but he quickly suppressed it as he reached out to the chair he draped his clothes over. Tugging at the damp scarf he had pulled off earlier, he gripped Hugue's wrists and placed them above his head, staring down at him questioningly.

"Hm?" The blond allowed himself to be tied, tugging the bond a little afterwards to test it - pretty much to check how much he could squirm around while his hands would still stay bound. Considering with the strength the cybernetics gave him, he could have easily pulled himself free. "Master?" He asked with a half-smile, curious to see what the older man had come up with.

"Be quiet," He admonished in a perfectly calm voice and pinched a nipple roughly. He sat back on his heels and tapped his lips with a finger, seemingly lost in thought, though it was all an act. "Hm... what to do with you..."

Hugue nodded slightly and settled to just watching the older man, quiet. This was probably a punishment, but knowing William, it was one they'd both enjoy. The blond knew what the Professor was capable of, and while the teasing would most likely test his patience, he wasn't planning on resisting.

The look on the Professor's face was the picture of calm and disinterest as he trailed a finger along the blond's stomach. "Well, there has to be some way to get you to listen to me in the future... but what...?" He tapped his chin again and pretended to think.

The swordsman smiled to himself, not capable of keeping himself from being amused by the Professor's rambling. It wasn't like there actually had been a way for William to do what he was pondering about - at least not as long as vampires were involved. Otherwise, Hugue did whatever the older man wanted anyway. He played along and looked at the Professor questioningly.

Narrowing his eyes, William looked very deliberately over at the long, thick candle sitting, half melted, on the nightstand. He slowly turned his head from the flickering source of light and the cool facade faded into something slightly more sinister. When he reached over and lifted the column of wax, the corners of his mouth tilted upwards a fraction and he studied it closely.

Hugue raised his eyebrows as he watched what the older man was doing. The look on the Professor's face gave it away quite well that he was up to something, and the blond had to, in the back of his mind, think that he liked William better this way, when compared to the mood from before. He glanced at the candle then back at the older man and gave him a half-smile.

The older man smirked a little deeper and lifted the candle curiously, as if it interested him more than the blond did at that particular point in time. He passed his hand smoothly through the tall, jumping flame and rubbed his fingers together before flickering his eyes boredly in Hugue's direction. He dipped a finger into the candle, next to the wick, and hissed a bit when he pulled it out. The melted wax was thick and took a bit of time to cool and harden again. He smirked a bit more and rubbed the wax off his fingers, staring at the blond in a very meaningful manner. "Hm... Could be interesting..."

The Professor sure seemed to take time pondering on whatever he was up to, not that Hugue couldn't guess. He lay still and studied the older man's actions, appearing almost bored. If William was going to take his time playing around, Hugue wasn't going to give him the pleasure of seeming interested.

William caught the idle look and lifted a brow, hiding a smile as he crawled up to straddle the blond's hips, tugging the sheet from around his waist as he did. "Bored with me already?" He shrugged a little then tipped the candle right over Hugue's chest, spattering several drops of scalding hot wax across the expanse of pale skin. The wax hissed and sizzled for a moment, and took several seconds to cool off, much to William's satisfaction.

The blond smirked a bit as William commented on him being bored, then frowned as the droplets of wax hit his skin. It stung, the burning feeling fading after a moment. He shivered a little, keeping his gaze at the Professor. Then again, this certainly wasn't the first time William had come up with strange things for sex. "Hmm." Hugue tilted his head and waited to see what else the older man was going to do.

William grinned and petted his fingers over the blonde's chest for a moment. Pulling his hand back a bit, he leaned over and bit down on one nipple, teasing it back to a tight, sore bud, then straightened back up. Swirling the candle wax around, the older man tipped out a drop of the wax, landing it right on the tender point of flesh. His lips quirked in amusement. That had to sting...

Hugue twitched, his frown deepening for a moment before he returned to just staring at the older man. It sure had hurt more than the first bits of wax, but then again, the blond had quite a high tolerance for pain. Besides, it was William doing it. In some cases, pain could be found pleasurable, and the swordsman shifted on the bed, waiting to see if the older man was going to continue.

"Ah, don't tell me that actually hurt...." The Professor smirked down at the younger man before having a bit of pity and brushing the dried wax off of the tender nub. The older man leaned over again and soothed the sting with his mouth before straightening back up again. He paused for a moment to swirl the candle again and melt some more of the thick wax. "Still burn?"

"A little," the blond replied, not like he had cared about the slight stinging. The gaze of his green eyes followed closely what the older man did with the candle, and he smiled a little again, then closed his eyes. What William was doing did have certain effects on him...

William looked at the candle curiously, just to see what amused Hugue so much, then rolled his eyes with a light grin. Figured... He drizzled several drops in a trail down the blond swordsman's belly to stop at his navel. Pausing, he let the burn of the wax set in before reaching out with his free hand to pet over his skin again. He leaned over and nibbled at Hugue's lips, catching the bottom one in a tender bite before biting his jaw. "Hn... guess I'll have to try harder."

The swordsman opened his eyes when feeling more wax on his skin and watched the Professor continue playing with it. After a first few drops, he knew what to expect and it didn't hurt that much anymore, although it left a hot feeling on his skin before cooling down. "You're cleaning that," he commented under the older man's caresses.

"I'll clean the wax if you clean the rest." William grinned as he sucked leisurely on the younger man's neck. Nipping at his collarbone sharply, he licked over it before starting in on his ear.

"If there being something else to clean is your fault, then it's your responsibility," the blond mused. He tugged on the scarf holding his wrists, knowing well he could have freed his hands, but unless he did it carefully, it would have been waste of a good scarf. Besides, he figured he could just as well let the older man have his fun - for now.

"Has it ever not been my fault?" Teeth caught the soft lobe of his ear and grazed over an earring. Pressing a kiss to the ear, William slid his mouth over his cheek and kissed him again before pulling away abruptly. Sliding his fingers down his ribs, he shifted his hips and dripped more wax along his lower belly, careful of the thick bandage he had taped on his side.

Hugue turned his head a little as the older man gnawed on his ear. William so liked those earrings he had, and the blond smiled a little, closing his eyes for a moment when kissed. He then returned to staring at the Professor again, shivering slightly when the wax hit his skin.

William lifted the candle to stare at it before sighing, appearing bored, and swirled the candle in his hand. Reaching down a free hand, he tickled his fingers on his groin, petting over soft curls.

The blond let the older man continue for a while, then shifted his position and looked at him. "Had enough fun yet, Master?" He asked, tugging on the scarf again. It wasn't tied too tight in the end, although there was no need to be careful, since Hugue's wrists couldn't exactly end up hurting. After all, he didn't have much feeling on his hands.

William shrugged. "Well, I can't help but think the church wouldn't appreciate the depletion of their only source of light... Entertaining though it is." He grinned a little and winked, continuing to pet the younger man's skin.

Hugue gave the Professor and half-smile, then sat up and drew his hands free. The scarf fell off, ending up discarded by the pillows. "Yes," he said, reaching out and picking up the candle from the older man's hand. He put it back to its holder on the nightstand and looked at William. "Planning on doing something tonight, or should we just sleep?"

The older man sighed and pushed the blond's hair back, landing another kiss on his throat. "Told you, can't sleep. Nerves, I suppose..." The mouth slid across his throat to latch to the side of his neck and raise a bright love bite there.

The blond shrugged and wrapped his arms around the Professor's shoulders. "Then you need to calm down," he said, idly caressing the older man's back. He turned his head a little to let William do what he wanted, not that the older man was going to get away with that...

"I'll calm down when those stitches are ready to come out, until then, you'll have to deal with it." William narrowed his eyes and raised another hickey on the other side of Hugue's neck, groping him firmly before pulling his hand back teasingly.

Hugue shook his head and grabbed the older man by the hair, pulling him away to stare him in the eyes. "I already told you. I've had worse." He drew his fingers through the Professor's short hair then took a good hold and pulled him close for a kiss.

The comment was met with an annoyed grumble, but the liplock stifled any more protest. Relaxing a little, William reached down and gripped Hugue's hips, sucking on his lower lip. Pulling up on his hips, he grinded down against Hugue before breaking free and sliding his mouth down his chest. "Yes, well, it's bad enough as it is..."

"You'll have to be careful, then," the swordsman commented while wrapping his arms around the older man's waist and pulling him closer. He grabbed the Professor by the hair again and kissed him, then let go and leaned against the headboard. "Hmmh. This stuff..." He glanced down and picked some of the wax off of his skin. "Needs to go."

"Well, keep picking at it, it's wax, not glue..." The voice was muffled somewhere in the vicinity of the blond's ribs as William was content to amuse himself there. Nipping at his navel, he reached up with one hand and peeled off a bit of wax.

Hugue shrugged and brushed his hand over his chest for a few times rather roughly. There were light marks on his skin, but those would fade soon, and it wasn't like he had cared. "Master?" He asked. "How exactly did you plan on doing this?"

"Hm? Doing what?" William nibbled along his stomach a little more before pulling back to stare at Hugue.

The blond smiled a little, then took the older man's hand and drew it to his face. "This," he replied, kissing William's fingers one at the time. He then proceeded to gnaw on his index finger, while keeping his gaze on the Professor.

"Ah.... I see..." William grinned a little and arched a brow, watching Hugue's lips cover his finger all the way down to the last knuckle. Well, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out the innuendo behind that... "Trying to drop me a hint then, dear boy?"

"I don't hint," the swordsman murmured, moving to nibble on the Professor's fingertips. William knew well enough what he was talking about and they both knew it, and Hugue cursed the fact that the older man liked to play around a lot before actually getting to the business. He was more straightforward himself, but if this was what it took to get his Master to get to the point...

Narrowing his eyes, the older man took back his hand and slid it under the blond's bottom, lifting up on his hips and sliding down easily. "Point taken, then..." Pressing his mouth tenderly to the bandage on his side, he ducked his head and bit down on the swordsman's hipbone. "Hm... now what was it you wanted again?"

Hugue shook his head and looked at the older man, a reprimanding look in this eyes. "You're impossible, Master," he said before grabbing the Professor by the hair again and forcing his head towards his crotch. "That."

The Professor chuckled and stroked his fingers over his hip. "Oh, THAT... You should have told me that sooner..." Tilting his head, he opened his mouth and scraped his tongue just over the head of the younger man's erection. His other hand, still under Hugue's backside, stroked idly across his skin as he took his time teasing Hugue with his mouth.

The blond glared at the Professor for a moment then settled to adjusting his position a little. He had been waiting for long enough, and William still playing around annoyed him. "Hopeless," he mumbled, stroking the older man's hair. "Next time I'll just take care of it myself."

William pulled back a moment and gave the blond a glare of his own, though it was only half hearted.. "Oh? Still not doing it right? Alright..." Pulling back even more, he gripped the blond's hips tight and brought up one hand, sucking on a finger before returning it under Hugue's rear. "Well then, tell me when I get it better than you did your first time..."

"Slow," Hugue said, glaring at the older man again. "Too old or what?" In his mind, he sighed, irritated. Did William really have to start having casual conversation every damn time they had sex? There sure weren't too many things that could make his Master shut up, and it wore his patience fast. He squirmed and backed away a little, then looked at the Professor almost angrily. "And get some damn oil."

"Young, impatient, next to no stamina. Keep complaining and I'll turn over and go to sleep." William bit down on his ear roughly in retribution and pulled his fingers back. Leaning over, he snatched at the chair next to the bed before digging his hand in a robe pocket, finally procuring a bottle of oil. Slicking up his fingers, he planted a hand on Hugue's hip and slid his hand back underneath him.

"You talk like I'm fifteen," the swordsman retorted, annoyed. "I'm not that easy." He shifted his position a little while speaking, mostly because the Professor wouldn't really get to touch him too well if he was sitting. Mumbling a quiet curse, he stopped to stare at William for a short moment then grinned a bit. "Fine, old man. Go to sleep. I can do this myself."

William paused just as he slipped a finger in and flicked it against his prostate. Looking up, he raised his eyebrows mildly and shrugged, pulling back his fingers entirely and sitting back on his heels. "Alright then. Sleep well."

The blond frowned from the sudden feeling of something entering him and then leaving a few seconds later, but he then just shrugged and moved to the other side of the bed, lying down and pulling the covers on top of him. "You too, Master," he said, sounding as indifferent as he could. He turned to his side and waited for a moment to see what William would do. If the older man was going to be completely stubborn, he would just take care of the problem himself.

William faked a yawn and tugged the covers up over his shoulders, fluffing his pillow a bit before falling right back down on it. Sighing heavily, he closed his eyes and rubbed the fingers of his still-slick hand together. He was rather interested as to how this would go...

Hugue glanced behind him, coming to the conclusion that the Professor was going to be stubborn. Fine with him; he slipped his hand onto his crotch and started stroking himself, the act somewhat mechanical, but in the end pleasing, and he could keep up quite a different pace compared to a normal human, thanks to his cybernetics. He stared at the wall and kept silent; William was so not going to get the pleasure of getting to hear anything.

William smirked and chanced a glance over his shoulder, listening to the faint creaking of the bed with amusement. Really, the boy never could tell when he was stringing him along. He turned over on his other side and rested his chin on Hugue's shoulder, gently slipping one oiled finger inside of him and grasping Hugue's wrist to halt his movements. Pressing his lips against the blond's ear, he nipped at his earlobe and ran the tip of his tongue along his neck, stretching him tenderly. "Pitiful..."

"No. Practical," Hugue mumbled as a reply, not completely capable of keeping himself from pressing against the older man's touch. He did, however, just want to get over with it, and letting William play with him for another half an hour was so out of question. "Also," he added, pulling his hand away from the Professor's hold with ease. "Doing just fine by myself."

The Professor chuckled and cupped the swordsman's groin lightly before he could intercept him. "But not nearly as fun. Be still, I won't tease anymore..." Flexing one finger, William loosened him up just enough to slide another finger past the ring of muscle. Nibbling on his ear, he managed to add a third before pulling them out and opening the front of his trousers. Grabbing the forgotten oil bottle, he slicked himself up with a hiss and positioned himself at the small opening, pausing to check for any resistance.

The blond lay still, pretending he didn't give a damn anymore. Not that he had to pretend, as it was how he felt - he was beyond caring if his damned Master decided to do something or not, as long as things got done before he lost the remaining bits of his patience and just had his way with the older man. "Fine. Get on with it, then."

"Hmph, impatient..." Gripping his hip tightly, William jerked Hugue back against him, sliding in a few inches. Freezing entirely, he petted the younger man's hair and grit his teeth, holding fast to his patience. "Pain?"

There was slight pain, but Hugue didn't care, and by now he considered the question a stupid one. He reached to grab the older man by the hip and pulled him closer while squirming closer to meet him. "No," he hissed, glaring at the older man over his shoulder. "...Stop talking."

"Don't DO that, you'll rip something," William growled into his ear even as his hips snapped up into the blond. Pulling back, he smirked a bit and held Hugue steady with his hands as he eased back in slowly just to irritate him even further. Sliding one hand around, he gripped the younger man's length and stroked him just as slowly.

Hugue shifted a little then grabbed William's hand, placing his own over it and continuing what the older man had just been doing, although on considerably faster pace. He was too irritated to care what the Professor though about it. "This is supposed to be no teasing?" He murmured, pausing to take a few deep breaths. He continued, with a hint of mockery in his voice. "Then you really are getting old, Master."

"I'll show you old-" Biting down hard on the nape of his neck, he rolled the blond onto his hands and knees, mindful of the injury, and drove into him at a considerably faster pace. Jerking his fist rapidly, he pulled at the younger man's desperate erection and snapped his hips forward again. "Old? I'll make a wager on who finishes first..."

"No deal. You're not the one who's needed this for half the night because some people here are OLD and slow!" Hugue snapped at the older man, then gritted his teeth, wanting to strangle the Professor or something. He couldn't in their current position though and just settled to pressing himself against William's movements. He cursed under his breath, not really up for a conversation either, but he couldn't just let the older man get away with it.

William nearly choked on his laughter as he grabbed at Hugue's hair and snapped his head back, sinking his teeth into his neck as he pounded into him in earnest this time. "Yes... Well... You brought it on YOURSELF."

The blond mumbled another curse as a response but said nothing. There hadn't been too many instances of William ever losing when it came to words, well, none that Hugue knew of, and he wasn't feeling like arguing when he had better things to do. That, or he was too occupied to think of an answer. He closed his eyes and grabbed the headboard for support.

Biting down harder, William tightened his grip on the blond's erection and thrust even harder. Clamping his mouth shut, he listened to the cursing and the rhythmic thumping of the headboard against the wall and grinned against his neck.

Having to wait so long had been too much, and Hugue couldn't take much more. The older man's caressed and the feeling inside him were more than he could deal with, and he mumbled something unclear as he climaxed, pressing against William and gripping the headboard so hard that he left marks on it.

A few rough thrusts later, the older man spent himself and sighed, panting a little in the blond's ear as he froze there to catch his wind. Pulling out gently, he pressed several kisses to the dip of the younger man's back and let go of his groin. Sucking a finger clean, the Professor reached towards the chair and grabbed a handkerchief out of one of the robe pockets, wiping his hands. Once done, he cleaned Hugue up quickly and rolled onto his back in the bed and sighed heavily.

Hugue collapsed onto the bed afterwards then lay still for a long moment before he managed to compose himself. He inched closer to the older man and wrapped one arms around him, unable to suppress a yawn. "...Am I forgiven yet?" He mumbled sleepily.

William caught the yawn from Hugue and pressed a hand to his mouth to stifle it. "For calling me an old man that hasn't got the efficiency to keep up a reasonable pace, or for getting yourself cut open?"

The swordsman grinned to himself as he leaned on the older man's shoulder. "Both?" He murmured, placing a quick kiss on the Professor's skin. "Although you deserved the old man one." He yawned again and bit his lip a little, not wanting to fall asleep before William did.

The Professor wrapped one arm around the blond's waist and the other lifted to stroke at his hair. "I haven't decided yet, but for now, no complai...n..." He broke off with another yawn and covered his mouth again before resuming petting the younger man's hair. "I take it you like me again...?"

"A little," Hugue mumbled, shifting around a bit before finding a comfortable position by the older man's side. William felt warm, and that was all he'd wanted since returning. He tugged the covers and got them over them both - then he just closed his eyes and dozed off, unable to care anymore.

Sighing again, he let go of the blond curls long enough to reach over to the nightstand. Licking his fingers, he neatly pinched out the candle on the table and wrapped his arm around Hugue's shoulders, resting his chin on the top of his head and falling asleep not long after. It seemed he'd have to save the real lecture for tomorrow...