It was the third candy shop William had driven past. No Abel. Lovely. Searching all over the sweet shops in Albion for Abel Nightroad definitely was not in the job description Caterina had given him. Sighing heavily, the Professor gave up the search and drove past the long line of shops, occasionally glancing along the side of the roads in search of Abel. Having no luck, he rolled his eyes as he neared the large park. Hm. Maybe Abel would be running around there... Pulling into the open area, he put the attractive automobile in park under a few tall trees, away from the view of the public, for the most part. Shutting the car off, he leaned back in the seat and took a drag off of his pipe.

There was a mission in Albion with Abel and William involved, Hugue had heard. He walked around the streets of Londinium, not exactly sure where to find his Master, but since he heard William was in the area, he had decided to meet him while he was in Albion himself. So far, he had managed to find out that right now, Abel was supposed to be out somewhere looking of information, and William... Well, he wasn't sure what the Professor was doing, but apparently he had his car. That gave Hugue something to keep an eye on, at least.

It wasn't long before the car was full of fragrant smoke and was making William's eyes itch a little. Pressing a button, the windows slid down quickly and let the smoke drift out with the breeze. Really, it was a nice night, breezy and warm, though the breeze was a bit chilly... it was a shame they were here on a mission. Taking another drag, he pulled the lever under the edge of the soft, leather seat and slid it back so he could lean back and cross his legs. He'd given up searching for the bespectacled priest. Abel would just have to find him...

A long while later, the swordsman wandered into a park somewhere around the city. He considered giving up and just contacting Sister Kate to ask if she knew where William was, even if that would have given it away to whole AX that he was in the city. Hugue had, in the end, conveniently forgotten to report for a few weeks again, which was one of his reasons to want to find the Professor. If his loyalty for the unit was less than the other AX members, he trusted William, at least.

A cool breeze blew in through the open windows and ruffled the Professor's hair a bit. Between the sound of the wind in the trees and the crickets trilling and the cool night air drifting the scent of various flower blossoms into the air, it was a wonder his eyes were only half lidded instead of snapped shut, sleeping like the dead. Taking one last pull off the pipe, he held the smoke in his lungs for a few moments before exhaling slowly and snuffing it out, dropping it in a pocket.

Hugue frowned while walking through the park. It was getting late, and he wasn't sure if William was going to be around tomorrow, so this was it. He would have to contact Kate and ask. He stepped off of the path and lowered his sword, taking a moment to activate the AX communicator he did still carry, even if he ignored most of the contact attempts. He knew that the Iron Maiden was somewhere around, and the connection went through... And then he realize he was staring at a familiar-looking car under the trees nearby. He cut the connection before Kate managed to ask him anything and walked towards the vehicle.

A catchy little rhythm was being tapped out of the brake pedal of the car by Williams dress shoes in time to the slow jazz trickling through the car speakers. So terribly boring just sitting there, but the scenery was pleasant and soothing. He might just take a nap. Closing his eyes, he folded his hands on his stomach and got comfortable. Abel really was going to take a few years of the Professor's life, just staring at all the high priced candy he couldn't afford, the masochist...

The swordsman walked over to the trees, smiling a little. He recognized the car, and the driver sitting at the right side. He could hear music as well, and shrugged mentally. William obviously had the car radio on, not that Hugue cared, or wanted to figure out why the older man was sitting there listening to the radio in the first place. He made it to the car and knocked on the left side window, smirking. He doubted the Professor was expecting to see him there.

Well, it was about time the man got back. Turning his head to the side, William expected to see Abel standing there, either being held by the scruff of the neck by an irate sweets shop owner... Or empty handed with tears in his eyes. Snapping his eyes open, he stared straight into Hugue's smirking face, the street lights casting eerie shadows on his profile. He jumped a little and the faulty lock on the seat pedal snapped, causing the seat to slam straight back and his gaze quickly took a detour from the side window to the roof of the car. "Hugue?!"

This had gone better than he had thought, Hugue had to admit, as William obviously had been expecting to see someone else there. "Master?" He had been planning on looking completely casual when the older man noticed him, but with the Professor's seat malfunctioning, he couldn't wipe the smirk from his face. He nodded slightly and tapped on the window again, pointing down. The door was locked.

The Professor struggled to get his seat back upright, but after a few moments, simply gave up and stretched to hit the lock on the passenger side of the car. Sliding back in his now completely reclined seat, he smiled a little and propped himself up against the driver's side door. "You pop up in the oddest places these days, dear boy..."

"I was in the area," Hugue replied while getting into the car. It was, in the end, the truth - if being in the northern parts of Albion and making it to Londinium right after hearing there was a mission with AX involved counted. Actually, Hugue hadn't known the mission involved William and Abel until asking about them today, but he had come anyway, as anything Albion most likely involved the Professor for his knowledge of the area.

William grinned and absently tapped out a rhythm on the door with his fingers. "Well, it certainly is a surprise! I've been sitting here waiting for Abel to find me for the past hour. I think he fell asleep in an ice cream shop somewhere, but there are way too many of those here to bother looking for him..." He sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck and tapped on the door some more.

"Hmm," the younger man mumbled as a reply, glancing at the car radio's direction. He didn't care for the music, but since his Master seemed to listen to almost anything, it would have to do. "Maybe he's in trouble?" He pondered, although he figured that if that had been the case, Sister Kate would have contacted William. It was far more likely that Abel was, indeed, enjoying sweets somewhere.

"Eh, I doubt he is... if somebody did try to attack him while he's on a sugar buzz, I pity the poor fool." William smirked a little and shook his head, enjoying the chill of the breeze as it hit the back of his neck. He caught Hugue's distasteful look at the radio and grinned a little, leaning over to turn it down a bit. "Well, I had it turned up so Abel might hear it..."

"It's fine," Hugue said, taking a comfortable position in his seat. He stuck his sword to the side to keep it out of the way. From the corner of his eye, he studied William's side, unable to keep his thoughts wandering a little. "I came to make a report," he continued, just to distract his mind from going too far into the gutter.

The corners of William's mouth twitched a bit and he halted his tapping to cross his arms and cock his head. "Since when have you been one to report to anybody?"

The blond shrugged. "I'm not," he admitted, knowing well that AX considered him problematic at times for not reporting in - or following orders for that matter. "But you were in the area," he added, turning to look at the older man. "Figured I should." Not that he was being entire truthful this time, since Hugue's true motives for finding the Professor didn't have much to do with reports.

Pale blue eyes narrowed and the edges of the older man's lips quirked upward another fraction. Hugue hadn't gotten any better at telling half truths, it seemed... "Alright then, report."

The swordsman raised his hand and pushed his hood away, undoing the cloak he was wearing and leaving it on the seat under him while he leaned over to William's side. "Soon," he said with a half-smile on his face as he reached to take a hold of behind the older man's neck and drew him closer for a kiss.

William's eyes widened and he drew Hugue closer to him, falling back in the malfunctioned seat rather ungracefully and consequently dragging the blond half on top of him. "Mmmmph... Hugue... Car. Park. PUBLIC. Nuh uh..."

"Dark," Hugue mumbled, nibbling on the older man's jaw. "Late," he added, moving his free hand to undo the clips that held the Professor's robes. "I don't care," he finished, advancing lower on William's neck. It had again been a good month since he'd seen the older man, and Hugue avoided doing anything while on his missions.

"Nor do I, but the nightguards DO care..." William wriggled under the younger man's weight and tried to find a more comfortable position, despite the protests. A loud thump from the front of the car made him grimace as his knees slammed into the steering wheel Hugue was almost sitting on. "Don't hit the horn..."

The younger man sighed and let go of the Professor. "Hmph," he mumbled, moving back to his seat. "Find an inn then," he suggested, not too interested in having to go anywhere, but he also didn't want to start arguing.

One brow lifted high when Hugue relented so easily and he touched his mouth delicately, smirking a bit in the blond's direction. "What money Abel hasn't splurged has to be rationed for fuel for the car... We're stuck." A rather sinister look spread across his face and William chanced a glance over his shoulder at the rather spacious back seat. Well, the soft leather seats and the extra leg room would definitely work in their favor...

The blond looked at the older man and tilted his head a little, wondering what the Professor had come up with this time. The details didn't matter too much, in the end, as long as things went as Hugue wanted. "We could go outside," he said, not that it had been a good idea if William was worried about guards. He stared at the older man for a second then grabbed him by the collar and drew him over to the left side for another kiss.

"Outside? In the grass? I think not." Smirking into the kiss, William clasped his hands on the younger man's waist and pulled him back, working his way to the back seat. "More room back here... Roll up the window..."

Hugue did as told, even if reaching the window took some shifting around. The car was decently spacious, but it was still, in the end, a car. The swordsman was flexible, though, and made it to the backseat without too much trouble. He tugged at his clothes and got rid of his coat, stuffing it to the front seat, then paused to drag the cloak with him to the back. If William was wondering about possible guards, something to cover them was in order.

The Professor snaked his arms around Hugue's waist and tipped his chin up to place a kiss on his jaw. "See? It's situations like...this..." Lips caught the blond's ear and he nipped at the delicate curve. "That should persuade you to come home more often..."

"Yes," the blond replied, pushing the older man against the seat and returned to what he had been trying to do earlier with William's robes. He managed to get his coat open, and he went for the pants next, occupying himself kissing the Professor while trying to undo his belt.

William's fingers were, by no means, idle during all this. Slipping his own gloved hands down the younger one's back, he drove them in Hugue's back pockets and ground their hips together for a moment before removing one hand to grope at him leisurely.

Done with the belt, the swordsman advanced upwards a little to work with the dress shirt William was wearing. He bothered with a button or two before getting too impatient and just ripping the thing open and pushing it out of the way. He stopped to look at the older man's bared chest before returning to nibbling on him.

"Hey, that was a new one-!" William narrowed his eyes at Hugue and attempted to look stern, but just couldn't pull it off with Hugue's mouth on him. "Now what am I supposed to do when we finish...?"

"Doesn't matter, it's under the coat anyway," the blond mumbled against the Professor's chest. He stopped for a moment to undo the tie the older man was wearing and push it out of the way as well for now. Given more freedom now, he gnawed on William's neck, leaving a mark or two.

The older man squirmed under all the pleasant attention and scraped his nails lightly down Hugue's arms before diving into the waves of gold hair falling in the younger man's hair. One hand let go and slid back down the curve of his spine before dipping under the waistband of his pants, squeezing.

Hugue continued on the older man's skin, nibbling and biting gently before pausing for a moment to continue on William's pants. He managed to get them open after some effort then cursed aloud, coming across William's underwear. He decided to leave the white shorts alone for now, though, and settled to caressing the older man through the fabric while moving in for another kiss.

Flicking his tongue deftly over the tip of Hugue's, William's gloved hand migrated from the blond's backside to his groin, squeezing again before pulling out to unsnap the button and tug down the zip. "I take this as a sign that you missed me, then?"

"Yes," came the simple reply, muttered against the Professor's lips before Hugue kissed him again, deeper and more passionate this time. He hadn't really figured out too well how they were supposed to do anything in the car's limited space, but there had to be ways. He pulled his hands away from William's body to help the Professor with the pants, as those were getting quite uncomfortable...

His chuckle was swallowed up by the blond's kiss, and William helped drag Hugue's trousers down his hips. "Ah, I see then... You only want me for my body..." A shrug and a grin. "That's ok, I only wanted you for your cooking."

The swordsman would have chuckled at that, but he was too occupied kissing the older man. Not that it had been easy to get any emotions out of Hugue in the first place, although he did tend to get a little more relaxed around William. Done with his own pants, the blond returned to the Professor's, determined to get that damned underwear out of the way this time.

William grinned wider and gripped the younger man's backside, drawing his hips down on him in a good, rough grind. He did it partly to thwart Hugue's attempts to undress him and annoy him, mostly because... He could. And it would still annoy him, which usually got him more determined, which usually led to he himself getting tied down somewhere...

Hugue wasn't too amused by the interruption, and he squirmed out of the older man's hold, leaning back a little - and succeeded in hitting his head on the low ceiling. He frowned and raised his hand to his head, then just ignored it and went for the Professor's underwear again. William's pants needed to be moved out of the way first, and he tugged those a little, then looked at the older man, somewhat annoyed by his lack of co-operation.

The older man laughed and wriggled his slacks down his hips to help the swordsman with his task. He made sure to squirm more than was necessary to irk Hugue as much as he could. The music on the radio faded from the upbeat jazz to something softer and, apparently in the mind of the band, sensual. William rolled his eyes and winced a bit. Mood killer... "I really hate this song..."

The blond shrugged a little and shifted to reach the front of the car, pushing a button on the radio. He didn't manage to turn it off as he planned to, but it turned to another channel, playing something irrelevant now, and Hugue couldn't have cared less. He moved around a bit, placed a quick kiss on William's lips then went down on the older man's body, nibbling on his skin.

William's breath hitched just a little and he patted the top of Hugue's head lightly, trying to get his attention. "Ah, before you start that... You might want to... Repolarize your back end..." He smirked a bit and rubbed a knee gently against the blond's groin.

"Hmm?" Hugue raised his face and looked at the Professor for a second, then pushed the older man down on the backseat and squirmed around. It didn't have too much room, but the swordsman was flexible and managed to position himself above William. He then resumed what he had been doing, taking the tip of the older man's erection into his mouth.

"That's much better..." William sighed and opened his legs a little more, sliding one hand across the rippling abdominal muscles and up the blond's chest as the other one gripped his hip. He grazed his teeth over one prominent hipbone before pressing a kiss there and flicking the tip of his tongue over Hugue's own hardness.

The swordsman froze for a moment then continued, appreciating the attention he was getting. He pressed his hips a little lower, still careful to stay where he was. He kept himself up with one hand and slipped the other to William's thigh, fondling the older man's skin while taking more of him into his mouth and sucking harder.

The older man hummed, pleased, and smirked a bit before opening his mouth and swiftly taking Hugue in by half. Rubbing his tongue slowly along the underside, he hummed again and petted the dip of his lower back methodically. That ought to get the boy's attention...

Hugue twitched and pressed against the warmth, digging his fingers into the Professor's thigh hard enough to bruise his skin. He closed his eyes and continued what he was doing to William, taking the length as deep into his mouth as he could.

A low purr rose in the back of his throat as he worked at the younger one's desperate erection. Opening his mouth a little wider, William slid a little more of the hot column of flesh down his throat, torturously slow, and swallowed once. He wriggled a bit under the blond's attentions and ignored the urge to move his hips.

That month he'd spent alone sure felt on his body, and Hugue had to pause to take a few deep breaths before continuing. At this rate, he was so going to lose when it came to stamina, but he didn't care too much. He could then finish with William afterwards and then wander off on his own again, without the rest of AX ever learning he had been in Albion. He moved his fingers up a little, caressing between the older man's legs.

William pulled away just enough to free his throat and filled his lungs with air before swallowing the blond down smoothly again. He smirked a bit around his mouthful and scraped his teeth teasingly at his pubic bone before dragging his tongue over the underside and swallowing again. Lifting his palm, he cupped the velvety skin underneath and fondled him tenderly.

Hugue murmured something and continued what he was doing, not knowing anything else was going on...

However, on that particular moment, William's AX communicator came to life. "William, you there?" Kate's voice asked. "According to my data you've been in that same location for a while now. You happen to know anything about Hugue? I'm absolutely sure he tried to contact me earlier."

The Professor moaned faintly and removed his mouth abruptly, cursing Kate and her glorious timing skills. Turning his head to the side, he petted Hugue's hair as he spoke aloud. "Ah, Kate? I... I'm afraid I can't say that Hugue's reported to me..." He rolled his eyes a little and tried to keep a straight face. It wasn't quite a lie... He HADN'T reported to him, really...

The swordsman froze, realizing they had been interrupted. He kept his thoughts to himself though and just squirmed around, giving the older man more space.

"Strange," Kate replied. "I'm sure it was him, and the signal came from near your location. But if you haven't seen him, ah... Anyway, I managed to contact Abel after a dozen attempts. How typical, he'd gotten himself lost, but I gave him your current location. He should get there soon."

The older man groaned again and pressed a hand to his brow in dismay, trying to ignore the insistent throbbing of his lower regions. Perfect timing on BOTH of their parts, drat it, Abel... "Understood, Kate... Thanks for the update." Sighing heavily, he rubbed soothingly at the blond's lower back and shifted. "Gotta get up..."

"What?" Hugue asked quietly, not aware of what the conversation had been about. He shifted around anyway and moved to sit on the seat, pulling the cloak that was lying nearby over his lower body. He gritted his teeth, feeling quite uncomfortable.

"Kate told Abel where we are, so he's coming now instead of..." William cut himself off and shook his head slowly, sitting upright and hurriedly adjusting his clothing again. He winced a little upon refastening his pants and ran his fingers through his mussed hair. "Ah, we'd... Best get decent before he shows up, before he sees and flees." He cast Hugue a pitiful look and firmly refused to acknowledge all the skin the younger was hiding.

Hugue stared at the Professor for a few seconds then muttered a curse in French and reached for his coat. He squirmed around on the seat and pulled his pants up then proceeded to try and get his coat and other things back on. At least he had the cloak to cover whatever didn't end up looking presentable. He reached to pull his sword to the back of the car, hoping he managed to look like nothing had been going on before Abel got there. He cursed the fact that it was too late to try to hide the fact that he had been there in the first place.

William snatched up his shirt and slid his arms through the sleeves quickly. He shoved his tie in his robe pocket and tugged his cassock over his head easily. Pulling out the wrinkles, he pulled on his robes and closed them up as he climbed over the seat and sat down painfully, resuming the struggle with the malfunctioning latch. Once the seat was adjusted, the Professor looked into the back seat at Hugue, he reached back and grabbed him by the back of his head, planting a quick kiss on his mouth before spinning back around and preparing to start the car.

The swordsman folded his arms and leaned back in the seat, shifting a little and trying to ignore the fact that just sitting still felt difficult.

About five minutes later, Abel showed up and got in the car. "Really sorry about that," he rambled. "I was supposed to be going to that place, and then when returning I took the wrong turn and didn't realize where I was until good twenty minutes later, and then it was- Oh, hey," he interrupted himself. "Hugue's here."

The Professor waved a hand, slightly irritable, and nodded, starting the car and fidgeting in his seat uncomfortably. "Yes, he happened to be passing through here, it seems. He came right before you showed up..." He winced at his choice of words and sighed heavily, pulling out from their spot under the trees and turning the car to head out of the park. "I'll need to get you a map tomorrow, then." Pulling out on the nearly empty road, William picked up some speed and headed back to the small church that both he and Abel were offered sleeping quarters in.

"Oh? That's a nice coincidence," Abel said, then proceeded to explain where he had been and what he had been doing. It did, in the end, involve a random sweet shop somewhere in the direction where Abel shouldn't have been.

Hugue sat still and stayed silent. He did wonder how far they were going to have to drive, then mentally sighed. He was uncomfortable, but at least Abel hadn't figured out anything yet.

William nodded absently at Abel's chattering and responded occasionally, but shortly. He would have liked to at least be able to cross his legs, but he wasn't able to do that and drive at the same time. It took about half an hour to get to the church, but it seemed like it took even longer. The painful throbbing in his slacks hadn't even faded a fraction and he was finding it difficult to walk without wincing in discomfort. Once they stepped into the shabby building, William quickly faked a yawn and covered his mouth. "Well... I don't know about you, but I'm rather tired..." He gave Hugue a rather sharp and meaningful look behind Abel's back.

"Yes, of course," the silver-haired priest replied, looking around. He stopped to look at the door of his room, across the corridor from the one William had been given, then turned to the Professor. "Although, well, I think I'll go see if they have any food here. Got really hungry while getting lost. Good night, then. You too Hugue," he said, wandering off.

The moment Abel turned his back, Hugue looked at the doors, trying to figure out which room was William's. He didn't really care, in the end, and just pushed the closest door open, grabbing the older man by the collar and dragging him in, kissing him rather violently while attempting to close the door.

William wrapped a hand in the younger man's blond hair and tugged him even closer as he kicked the door shut a little harder than was necessary. He growled a little and sank his teeth into Hugue's bottom lip as his other hand pressed flat on his groin with a rough squeeze. "We're never doing this in the car again..."

The only reply the Professor was got was swearing in French before Hugue threw William at the bed then crawled on top of him, kissing the older man again and pressing himself against him while trying to get his clothes off. The cloak was discarded somewhere on the floor, followed quickly by whatever else the swordsman had been wearing, leaving him half-naked. He then turned his attention to William's clothes, not bothering to be too gentle with the robes.

The older man slid his hands from Hugue's hair to run swiftly down his back and grope at his backside. He rose up on an elbow and shrugged off his robes, torn dress shirt sliding off one shoulder as well. Running his tongue over the younger man's mouth, he dragged their hips together and hissed at the friction. For the first time in a while, William was in no mood to tease.

"Oil?" Hugue murmured against the kiss, busy trying to get his pants off while kissing the older man. His shoes got in the way, and he kicked them off, struggling a little to get rid of the rest of his clothes. The room was a bit chilly, but the swordsman wasn't paying attention when he felt too hot himself. He ripped at William's pants, not caring if he tore the fabric while at it.

"Damn... I don't... There's a bottle of lotion in the dresser..." William gritted his teeth and batted at Hugue's hands, unfastening the pants himself and slipping them down his hips along with his shorts. He gave the blond a bit of a glare and wriggled under his weight. "You tore my shirt before, leave the slacks alone..."

The swordsman hissed something as a reply and moved away from the Professor. He searched the dresser quickly and found the desired item, glaring at the bottle as it took him a few seconds too much in his opinion to get it open. William's pants were enough out of the way, and Hugue returned to the older man, sitting on top of his thighs. "Don't move."

William narrowed his eyes and fidgeted, but didn't move any more than that. Bright spots of color rose on his cheeks and he bit his lip, watching the blond closely. "Get on with it before Abel comes and starts knocking on the door..."

Hugue glared at the Professor man while rubbing a rather large amount of the lotion on his hands. He then spread some on the older man's erection, and the rest between his own buttocks, gritting his teeth as he pressed a few fingers in to stretch himself at least a little. It would have to do, he decided, moving to William's lap. Hell, he had just spent half an hour suffering, and he needed this. He adjusted his position, taking the tip of the length inside.

William reached up both hands, gripping one of his hips while sliding the other one under Hugue's rear to keep him from simply slamming down on him. He tended to do that when he got impatient and the older man hated the grimace that always crossed the blond's face when he did that... He hissed a bit through clenched teeth and forced down the need to move. "Easy..."

"Shut up," the swordsman snarled as a response, moving a little. He wasn't planning on hurting himself, at least not too much, even if even pain sounded a lot better compared to what he'd suffered in the car earlier. He grabbed the older man's wrist for support while moving to stroke himself with his other hand. He closed his eyes, not caring how pathetic he might have looked. William couldn't have been doing that much better, after all.

"Then LISTEN, and I will," William snapped back as he slapped Hugue's hand away from himself and wrapped his own hand over his erection. Tightening his grip, he stroked his fingers over the hard length in the same pace Hugue had, biting his lip hard and digging the fingers of his other hand into the swordsman's buttock.

The blond didn't reply; he wasn't in a mood for conversation anyway, and if William wanted to ramble during sex, Hugue wasn't going to care. He quickened the pace of his movements, gritting his teeth hard to keep himself from mumbling the Professor's name, or something as pitiful as that. The older man's touch felt for some reason a lot better than his own.

William jerked is fist and rubbed his thumb over the tip of Hugue's erection. He lifted his hips to meet the younger man's movements and his brow furrowed slightly. Lifting up one hand, he drew the pads of his fingers over Hugue's mouth tenderly before sliding them down his neck to his shoulder. Gripping the muscled arm tight, the older man shifted his weight suddenly and flipped their positions with little trouble, still jerking and pulling with one hand. Lowering his face to Hugue's ear, he nipped sharply at him to scold him for his sharp tongue then snapped his hips roughly.

"Guh..." Hugue squirmed under the older man, moving his hands to grab the Professor's shoulders. He wrapped his legs around William, pulling his closer. The position didn't matter; all that did was getting what he needed as fast as possible. He bit his lip, shaking his head to get his hair out of his face.

Fingers dragged through the thick mane of gold hair and pushed it back as William crushed his mouth to Hugue's, actually picking up the pace even more as he scraped his nails up one pale thigh. Angling his hips sharply, he slammed forward and grinned shakily when he nailed the younger one's sweet spot dead on.

The swordsman muttered something unclear in French, probably a curse, while digging is nails into the older man's skin hard enough to draw blood. He shifted a little more, pressing his hips against the Professor. His lips forced a few words, but there was no sound, at least not before he yelled "Master!" quite loudly as his body finally claimed the release it had been needing for a longer while.

William's nerves sang from the sharp stabs of pain the blond's nails left and he growled harshly, biting down hard on Hugue's neck as he came. His grip on the swordsman's crotch loosened and he slumped on top of him, heart galloping against his ribs. Breathing heavily, he pushed a few damp strands of gold hair away from the pale neck and he soothed the angry looking bite mark with his lips.

Hugue lay still for a while, trying to catch his breath. With the uncomfortable feeling finally gone, he sighed, a feeling of drowsiness threatening to take over. He didn't dare to fall asleep though, and a moment he squirmed a little. He needed a bath, or a shower. Anything. "...Move," he mumbled, poking the older man's shoulder.

"Mmm..." William chuckled against his neck and nipped him, rubbing his fingers over the thigh he'd raked gouges in moments before. "I do believe I heard a scream..." He sighed heavily and propped himself up on his elbows, face flushed and grinning down at Hugue.

The swordsman didn't reply to that, and he just shook his head. The position he was in wasn't that displeasing, but he wasn't planning on lying there and have a conversation either. Besides, staying there for too long meant higher possibility of ending up falling asleep. "Need to wash," he said, staring at the older man. He then frowned. Washing would have actually been William's responsibility, in his opinion, after how things had gone.

William grinned even wider and swiped a wet strand of hair out of his face. "Alright, alright, keep your pants... Well..." He raised a brow and shook his head before gripping Hugue's hips and tenderly pulling out. Rolling over onto his back, he dragged himself out of bed and stood, wobbling a bit and unknowing of the deep scratches and the small bit of dried blood on his shoulder blades.

Hugue got up, not caring if he was naked. Figuring that if there was someone around the church, they would, though, he picked up the cloak from where he had dropped it and wrapped it loosely around his waist. "Well?" He smirked a little, his gaze catching the scratches on William's shoulders.

William looked up from fastening his robes over his body and smirked wider. "Well, it's a bit obtuse of me to tell you to keep your pants on, isn't it?" He hissed a bit at the burning tickle on his back, though he already knew what it was. He eyed the deep teeth marks that bruised the tender skin of Hugue's neck and lifted a brow back at him. "Try to walk straight when we leave the room..."

The younger man shrugged, taking a few steps closer to the Professor. As tired as he was feeling, he'd had practice and didn't have that much trouble walking normally. Sure it felt odd, but he wasn't going to let William win this one. "Where?"

The older man beckoned with a hand and opened the door, stepping out and closing it behind them both. Walking down the narrow hallway, he nudged open the door on the right at the end of the hall and stepped inside. Closing the door tight, William shrugged off his robes and walked into the shower, turning on the taps and sidestepping the cold spray, avoiding it until the water heated a bit.

The blond waited for a moment then stepped into the shower as well, not that there had been much room. He washed himself quickly, smirking a little to himself as the shower did give him some not so proper ideas. He was tired, though, and figured the people running the church would not have been too amused to find anyone doing anything in the shower.

Once the water got reasonably warm, the older man stepped into the spray and hissed as the burning sensation across his back spiked to a high sting. He frowned a bit and reached back absently to try to tough the deep scratches Hugue had left. Pulling his fingers back, he looked at the pinkish swirls of dried blood mixed with water and his eyebrows raised, a smirk forming on his lips. "Screaming AND bloodletting... Somebody had fun..."

Hugue shrugged and finished what he was doing, stepping out of the shower before the warm water made him more drowsy. Thankfully there were a few towels available, so he picked one to wrap around his waist and started drying his hair with another one. He looked at the older man, considering just getting his clothes and leaving, but it was late. Spending the night next to the Professor didn't sound too bad.

William washed briskly and slicked his hair back with his fingers. Once he wrapped the towel around his hips, he shivered at the chilly air hitting his wet skin and grabbed another towel to rub dry as quickly as possible. He expected Hugue to dress and leave abruptly, but he wasn't going to fret about it. It really was pointless to complain...

The swordsman returned to the bedroom without bothering to wait and see if the Professor was coming or not. He dried himself properly then studied the bed for a moment before crawling under the covers. He still owed the older man a report, but he could just give a short one in the morning and leave before Abel showed up to ask anything.

The Professor sighed and pulled his robes back over himself before walking back to the small, shabby bedroom. Upon closing the door, he slid back out of the robes and draped them over a chair before slipping under the sheets after Hugue.

Hugue shifted a little, taking a comfortable position next to the older man, and closed his eyes. Staying at the church wasn't such a bad idea in the end. It had been a while since he'd slept somewhere where he felt safe.