"We're lost, aren't we?" The Professor asked almost cheerfully. The forest they were in was dark, even with the moon somewhere above the treetops. The current mission of tracking down some vampires that had attacked a monastery had gone fine until the point when William, Hugue, Tres and Abel had been ambushed. The Professor's usual cheerfulness wasn't, however, slightened even by the fact he was holding his side where one of the attackers had managed to cut him. That, and they were so, very, lost. "All right, break time, dear boy," he added. "I can't walk further."

"Hn." The blond halted in his tracks and stared hard into the dark, tightening his grip on his teacher's arm and on his sword at the same time. It was highly unlikely that they had been followed, considering all the havoc that Gunslinger and Crusnik had to be wreaking. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something in the trees that could easily be out to finish what they'd started. Turning around, Hugue spotted a small clearing that was almost completely hidden by heavy sheets of moss hanging from low branches. Hm. It would have to do. "Come on. Over there."

William turned his head to look where the blond was dragging him to, and he smiled. "Thank heavens," he mumbled, closing his eyes for a moment as his side chose that particular moment to start hurting sharply. His legs gave away when they got to a tree, and he sighed, leaning against the trunk. The place was more or less dry, at least. "We'll be fine for now," he said, looking at Hugue. "Abel and Tres should keep them busy. Let me catch my breath just for a moment." He slumped against the tree, shivering a little.

Narrowing his eyes, Hugue marched over to his Master silently and tugged off his cloak, wrapping it around the older man. A twig snapped somewhere out in the darkness of the woods and he tightened his fingers on the hilt of his sword. After a pause, a small squirrel darted over the swordsman's feet in terror and Hugue rolled his eyes slightly, relaxing his grip a fraction. "Be still. I'll be back."

"Huh? Where are you going?" The Professor asked, raising his gaze and studying the younger man for a second. He then shrugged and tugged the cloak, thankful for the warmth. It wasn't that cold in the forest, but William was smart enough to know that he might have been in a slight shock from getting sliced. "Just make it quick, I think I need this bandaged and- owww!" He twitched and gritted his teeth, pulling his hand away, as he had just ended up pressing his side a little too hard.

"Need firewood. Stop touching it." Another crackling sound from off in the distance and Hugue jumped, hand instinctively fingering the hilt of his weapon. Another pause met by more silence. Relaxing, the blond turned on his heel and glanced over his shoulder. "Probably needs stitches. With that, he turned back around and disappeared into the brush in search of dry wood to build a fire with.

The Professor shot a disapproving glare at the younger man's direction "Touching? Well excuse me, young man, I'm just trying to keep myself from bleeding to-" He went silent at that point, gritting his teeth again as the pain on his side flared up. Besides, Hugue was already gone, and he sighed, shaking his head. "Hmpt, probably," he muttered to himself, then turned his head, looking for the blond. "Needs stitches maybe, but we don't exactly have a medical kit here with us, do we? Hugue?! Are you even listening to me?"

Hugue grit his teeth as he lifted up an armload of dry wood he'd scraped up here and there. "Hn, yell a little louder, the leader of the Empire didn't quite catch that..." Muttering under his breath, the blond stepped into the clearing again and dropped the wood onto the ground.

William grinned. "I'd question that logic, Hugue. You're the one making a fire here." He squirmed a little, feeling uncomfortable, then managed to get the cloak under him and behind his back, making his position a little better. He frowned, looking down at his side, then started removing his coat. It was better to at least check how bad the wound was.

"I need light to see how bad it is..." Frowning, the younger man reached into one of the Professor's pockets and plucking out a small book of matches. After a few moments, Hugue had a small fire going and was staring out into the dark brush again. After a moment, he turned abruptly on his heel and stepped close to his Master, helping him out of his coat and peering at the blood seeping through the torn shirt.

"What, light? I thought the fire was for warmth. Which is kind of nice, yes," William replied while carefully removing his shirt. "I mean, if you wanted just light, could've said so, I have this!" He picked up his coat and pulled something that looked like a pen out of the pocket, then flicked a light on it on suddenly, grinning. "Quite handy in dark places, this- gah, oww..." He placed his fingers against the wound then looked at them. "Ah good, not bleeding that badly, great, won't bring every vampire in the forest here..."

Hugue rolled his eyes slightly and took the pen, slipping it back in the discarded coat before pushing the older man's hands out of the way. "Warmth too." Finishing unbuttoning the torn shirt, he tenderly peeled the stuck fabric from the wound and pulled it off William's arms. Cool fingers brushed over the torn skin and Hugue's frown grew even deeper. "It's deep... but it doesn't need stitches."

"Oh, that's good to hear," the Professor replied, managing a slight grin despite the pain. He winced a little as Hugue checked the wound. "Got any bandages? Need to cover it with something," he said thoughtfully, glancing at his coat. He wasn't, unfortunately, prepared to getting wounded, but his expression turned brighter, and he picked up the coat again. "Aah, there it is," he declared, pulling out a small bottle. "Brandy," he explained to the younger man with a victorious smirk on his face. "Should work for cleaning it."

Hugue stared at the small bottle for a moment then back at the older man. "You bring alcohol on your missions?" Shaking his head slightly, the blond took the bottle and pulled a roll of gauze from his cloak pocket. Soaking a swath of gauze with some of the brandy, he handed the bottle back and focused on the wound. "You should drink some of that. This will hurt."

The older man looked at the blond a bit questioningly, but took the bottle then and drank a bit. "What's so strange about that anyway?" He asked. "It came in handy, didn't it? And there's always the chance that you might be on a mission and end up in a dark forest needing for something to warm you up a little. You should carry some too, you know." He took a deep breath, then nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose."

"Alcohol lowers the body temperature. Be still..." Pressing one hand flat on his Master's ribs, he dabbed lightly at the cut with the sterile gauze. His hair fell into his face as he worked and he tossed it back impatiently, trying to get the whole thing over with so he could get it bandaged up.

"Bah, nonsense," William replied, gritting his teeth. The wound stung, and he writhed a little, grabbing Hugue's thigh for support. "It's still useful to have some," he added. "Never know when you get cut by vampires... Ow. Done yet with that?" He closed his eyes for a moment then opened them again to look at something that made a sound further away in the forest.

Hugue frowned and turned his head to stared ain the direction of the noise. After a long pause of silence, Hugue made a small noise and resumed cleaning up the wound. Once finished, he placed the bloodied gauze in his pocket, to keep any followers off their trail, and unwrapped some more clean straps to cover the wound. Pulling out a roll of medical tape, he tore off a strip with his teeth and bandaged up the torn skin neatly. "Done"

William smiled, looking at the younger man. "Well, well, Hugue. You're better prepared than I thought. Or should I actually think the opposite and teach you how to evade attacks better, if you get hurt so often that you've taken a habit of carrying medical supplies?" He relaxed a little and leaned heavily against the tree before reaching for his coat and checking the pockets again, this time for his pipe.

"Hmph. This coming from the one who's bled through his shirt... And his coat." Hugue lifted up the forgotten waistcoat and held the dark red stain close enough for his Master to see. "I think I'll manage." Noticing the familiar patting down of the pockets, Hugue reached into one and pulled out his pipe grudgingly, handing it over to him before getting up to put more wood on the fire.

"Why thank you," William replied, taking the pipe. He got some tobacco from somewhere and worked with the thing for a little while, then lit the thing and raised it to his lips. "Ahh... Much better," he noted, mostly talking to himself. "I wonder if Abel and Tres are all right?" He mused, watching the younger man. Getting stuck in a dark forest with his student wasn't that bad, even if the situation wasn't the greatest. He turned to look up at the sky, his eyes catching something small and dark against the night sky. Bats, he figured.

Hugue poked at the fire a bit before standing up and settling down next to the older man. He continued to hear small cracking noises out in the woods and his fingers tightened reflexively on his sword, then relaxed, then tightened again. A loud noise shrieked above the swordsman's head and he leapt gracefully to his feet as a small bat swooped down then twisted an odd flight path back up into the trees.

The Professor sat still, smoking peacefully, but he kept his eyes on the younger man, and tilted his head at Hugue's sudden jumpiness. "Just bats," he commented. "A bit paranoid, dear boy? The vampires shouldn't get this far. If there's any of them left anymore anyway. I thought I heard gunshots..." He frowned a little, then grinned. "Exactly what I was talking about," he added, pointing at the dark forest with his pipe. There was a sound coming from somewhere in the distance. "Tres must be somewhere around there."

The blond narrowed his eyes again and peered in the direction William was pointing. Too dark, he couldn't see. Hugue continued to stand for a moment and listen hard. After a moment, he became irritated with the situation and sat back down next to the older man with a huff. Although he was sitting, he was no more relaxed than before and his hand was still hovering over his sword. He tried to hide that fact from the Professor.

William shook his head but continued smoking quietly, not commenting more on the matter. It wasn't like he hadn't noticed the younger man being very much on the edge and jumping at the slightest noise by now. "Move a little closer will you, Hugue?" He told his companion after a moment, giving the blond a warm smile. "I'm sitting here half-naked. The fire's warm, but not that warm."

The corners of Hugue's mouth quivered for a moment, but he scooted over anyway. "You have my cloak," he pointed out, relaxing a little. Another squirrel ran out from somewhere and the blond tensed for a moment before relaxing again. The silence was beginning to grate on the younger man's nerves. Something either needed to jump out and attack already, or go away. Then again, his Master might have been right and there was nothing there but small animals any way.

"I'm sitting on your damn cloak," the older man replied. "The ground is cold and I'd rather not freeze my behind." He inched closer to Hugue, taking a comfortable position next to the swordsman. "And would you stop jumping at every small animal that runs by?" He asked, some annoyance in his voice. "My side hurts, and you tensing like that isn't making things any better here." He sighed, then leaned on Hugue, staring at the fire and ignoring any sounds, even those coming closer.

One hand reached out and brushed some of the older man's hair out of his face before a heavy thump caught his attention. That. Was no small animal. Leaping to his feet, Hugue swiftly drew his sword and stepped in front of William, listening for the direction of the sound. Once he determined it, he took off like a shot and immediately found the source, pressing the cold edge of his blade to the nearest vital point he could find.

Hugue's move was met by dual guns pointed at him; the weapons were then lowered, and the owner of the guns looked at the blond. "Sword Dancer," he commented in a monotone voice. "Is the Professor with you?"

"Ah, Tres!" William noted, watching the scene. "What a relief. If you're here, this means we're not totally lost anymore. Done with fighting for now then? And put the damn sword down, Hugue, see, it's just Tres." The Professor smirked then rambled on about something irrelevant.

Pale brows puckered in mild irritation as Hugue lowered his weapon and sheathed it again. "Yes." Turning sharply on his heel, he marched back over to where his Master was and looked around. He couldn't see or hear anything besides the wind in the trees and the crunch of dry leaves under their feet. The swordsman figured it was safe for now, if the cyborg didn't detect anything, so he resumed his place next to William, sliding closer than before.

"Positive," Tres replied, stepping into the clearing and looking at the two men. He was still holding his weapons, ready to fight any moment. "Two enemies still remain. Father Nightroad is tracking them down."

"All right, that's good," William said. "We better stay here and wait till the area is clear. Maybe you should try finding Abel? He should be fine on his own, but he could probably use the backup. Or someone to drag him to a safe place after he goes all out on them... Ah, hope he didn't have to," he added, appearing thoughtful. "But we'll be fine here, Tres. Go. I know you want to, anyway."

The cyborg replied with a simple "Positive" before turning around and heading out of the clearing, vanishing into the forest a moment later.

Hugue tilted his head a little and listened out for any further sounds. Two vampires still lurking around. Hn. Not nearly as bad he had first figured. Hearing nothing beyond the wind whistling in the trees, the swordsman got back up to poke more wood into the fire before sitting back down.

"Well, down to two then, from original... How many of them were there, seven? You killed two of the ones that attacked, Tres took down one that we saw..." William paused for a moment, raising the pipe to his lips. "They're doing fine, anyway, as long as they just find those two. Might take a while. And you get back here right now, my boy, I get cold with you jumping at slightest sound all the time and moving away. Come on," he added, grinning and patting his lap. "Warm up your old Master for a bit."

The younger man's lips quirked again and he crossed his arms even though he slid forward and rested his chin on the Professor's shoulder. "What happened to every slight move... hurting your side?"

"It got better!" The Professor exclaimed a little too cheerfully considering the circumstances. "And besides it only hurts when I walk," he added, raising his hand to pet Hugue's hair. He placed his pipe to the side, next to his coat, and wrapped his other arm around the blond's waist. "Hmm. A lot warmer this way, at least."

Hugue shifted more and climbed into the older man's lap. Really, it was useless to say no or protest. If he didn't do it himself, his Master would simply risk further damage and drag him in his lap anyway. "My wounds don't get better so fast," he said dryly, breath tickling William's neck.

William shrugged at that. "Oh fine, so it's not completely better yet. But," he continued with a grin on his face. "This way, I get to keep you from jumping at every sound. All right, so it could be a vampire, but I really doubt they'd come here. I'd say they have other things to worry about." He continued stroking the younger man's hair, pushing it out of the blond's eyes. "Stop complaining."

"I'm not complaining..." Sighing a bit, the younger man pressed his face into William's neck and pressed a chaste kiss to his skin. He wiggled a bit to get comfortable and neatly avoided brushing against the bandage taped to his side. He tactfully ignored the first comment about him being jumpy and stroked his fingers absently over the older man's ribs.

"So you say now," The Professor said, letting his hand drop to the younger man's face. "But then again you've never complained about ending up on my lap... Or have you?" He gave the blond a knowing smile while moving his other hand to the swordsman's hip, his gaze dropping down for a moment. Well, Hugue certainly seemed a little more relaxed. He glanced up a second later, noticing a bird jumping into flight from one of the trees above, and he grabbed a better hold of the blond.

The younger man would have jumped at the sudden rustling in the trees if he wasn't being held so firmly. Huffing lightly, Hugue shook his head and fidgeted a bit to get more comfortable. "I don't complain. Sometimes I protest." He narrowed his eyes and gave William a dry smirk. "Not that you listen..."

The Professor gave the blond an almost annoyed look. "I don't listen? Bah, look who's talking, I was just earlier today telling you not to jump at the vampires and just look who did and, eh, never mind that right now..." He smiled, moving his hand a little and poking at Hugue's coat. "You could, ah, take that off you know..."

Hugue shrugged and appeared calm as ever, but his eyes danced with amusement. "Which, in turn, drew their attention to you." He tapped the gauze covering the wound and crossed his arms, knowing exactly where this was headed. Only his Master would try to get him naked in the middle of nowhere. "I could..." He smirked a little more. "But why?"

"Because I like watching you half naked!" William replied, grinning. "Or how's this, because it'd only be fair since I'm already without a shirt here and you look better without one anyway. Or how about because I just want it gone? Your pick." He tugged on the coat a little, appearing thoughtful. "It could be intresting, in this forest, you know. This position's sure not the best for such ideas but..."

Hugue's eyes widened slightly, and the corners of his lips jerked. He knew of several reasons why he should tell William to behave himself, but in the end, it was rather pointless. He'd never been able to refuse him before, this time would probably be no different. Shrugging again, he unbuttoned his coat and slid it off of his arms, tossing it on top of William's shirt. "Happy now?

William glanced down. "No, you still have that bit, and your pants for that matter. Ah well, maybe they don't need to be completely gone but you know, kind of in the way..." He tilted his head, studying the younger man. "And you're thinking I'm crazy by this point, aren't you my good boy?" He added with a wide grin, petting Hugue's hair again. "And I might just be. But you have to admit..." His drew his fingers down on a lock of blond hair going over the swordsman's face, and stopped his hand on the younger man's lips. "You want it."

A faint rush of color rose up in the younger man's face, but it was likely obscured in the faint light of the fire. Trying to appear nonchalant, the swordsman shrugged again and nipped lightly at a finger. "Insanity, I can handle..." He shifted in the older man's lap and resumed petting William's sides. "We'll likely get caught."

"Oh well, I don't care," the Professor replied in his usual cheery tone. "And you..." He took a hold of the blond's jaw and pulled him closer. "You couldn't care even less. It's nothing Abel and Tres haven't seen or done before anyway!" He grinned before slipping his hand behind the younger man's neck and pulling him closer for a kiss.

The kiss was met with enthusiam, to say the least. Hugue's nerves had already been singing from battle and the slight rush of panic when William had been cut. Well, it would take the edge off... Opening his mouth, the blond drove deeper and scraped his teeth over the older man's lips.

The older man mumbled something against the kiss but whatever it was too muffled to be understandable. He tangled his fingers into the swordsman's hair and kissed him deeply while moving his other hand to the front of the blond's pants and working on opening them without too much success. He sighed mentally, breaking the kiss. "Hugue, those really need to go you know," he noted, pointing down.

Hugue cursed mildly and slid back to his feet. Brushing his hair back from his face, he tugged open his top and let it fall in the pile of clothes that had already been started. Eyes glittering, he turned around, mockingly scanning the area before bending double to slowly pull off his shoes. Straightening up, the blond unfastened his now uncomfortable trousers and slid them down his legs, kicking them to the side. Looking over his shoulder, Hugue raised a brow at William. "Happy?"

"Quite," William commented with a silly grin on his face. The sight before him was certainly something to see, he had to admit. So the location wasn't exactly the best possible, but he wasn't worried about enemies. Knowing who was after them, there most likely weren't any left by now - and what came to getting caught, he really didn't care. "Getting cold here alone though..."

Turning around, Hugue quickly climbed back into William's lap and immediately attached his mouth to his neck. Squirming around to get more comfortable, he nipped teasingly over the older man's jugular and slid a hand down to grope the front of the Professor's slacks.

The Professor smirked and wrapped a hand around the younger man's waist again, reaching to the side with his free hand and pulling his coat over, drawing it around the blond. Maybe he didn't care about getting caught, but he did have a little decency left. "Hmm. A lot less cold now," he mused, idly fondling the swordsman's thigh.

"Hush." Biting down on William's neck, Hugue nibbled a path down his collarbone and across his chest, squeezing the hand on his crotch before sliding it under the pants. The other hand pressed into the older man's leg enough to shift over more comfortably, then set to unfastening the slacks. "Oil?"

"Oh I have some, right over... here..." The Professor reached over for his cane, which had been discarded by the tree. He worked on the thing for a short moment then raised a small bottle to Hugue's view. "Must be always prepared!" He declared victoriously. "Although this stuff is actually for swords. Doesn't matter, it's one of my personal oil mixes and also good for, ah... Other uses." He chuckled and opened the bottle. "Here you go..."

Hugue sighed heavily and clapped a hand over William's mouth to silence him. Wriggling uncomfortably, he managed to get the older man's pants and shorts out of the way before drawing his legs underneath himself. Knees on the ground, the blond held himself straddled over his Master's lap and pressed his face in his neck. "Get on with it..."

William laughed a little then added some of the oil on his fingers. He didn't mind if Hugue was going to make him do all the work, even if he considered complaining about being injured. He slipped his hand between the younger man's legs, pausing to fondle his skin a little before continuing for his target and slipping one finger into the blond carefully.

A faint line creased the younger man's forehead at the intrusion and he opened his legs wider. Opening his mouth, Hugue latched onto William's ear and suckled on it while the older man did as he pleased.

"Heh, enjoying this maybe?" William commented, turning his head a little. "And here I was thinking you thought this was a bad idea..." He withdrew his fingers for a moment to add more oil then continued, prepareing the younger man gently but with skill. "Lazy. You could at least do some work here you know," he said, nodding at the small bottle he was holding and glancing down.

The blond glared and pried himself off of William's ear long enough to grab the bottle and pour a small puddle of it in his palm. Reaching down, he gripped the Professor's length firmly and slicked him up quickly before gritting his teeth and bracing one arm against the tree they were coiled up against. "Who did you say complained again?"

The Professor gave the swordsman a short glare, pretending to be insulted. "What, are you accusing me of complaining? I was merely pointing out that it takes two to do this. Well," he cut himself off. "Unless you're touching yourself of course, which means it only takes one, but that's not my point here. My point was... Hm, that feels rather nice," he smiled, stopping to stare at the younger man. "Right. Done here."

Hugue rolled his eyes heavenward and switched hands against the tree, firmly covering William's mouth again. He let go briefly in order to guide himself down on the older man. Nibbling at his lip, the swordsman finally pressed flush in the other's lap and stayed there for a moment before lifting himself back up and sliding back down.

"Ah heh..." William grinned as he studied the blond on his lap. The swordsman looked quite lovely, and he couldn't help but to stare. Hugue's movements felt great, and the Professor wrapped an arm around the younger man's waist, slipping his other hand between them. "So impatient," he said. "As soon as I said I was done you couldn't wait for- Hm?" He froze, turning to look at the forest.

Something - rather, someone - staggered into the clearing at that moment, making quite a lot of noise while doing so. "Oh, Professor," Abel greeted, stopping to look around. He had some blood on his clothes and looked like he had been in a fight. "And Hugue too. So you're both okay. Uh... Tres isn't here yet?"

Hugue felt an unpleasant chill run up his back and he froze entirely, swiveling his face around to stare at the other man over his shoulder. The scowl he gave him would have turned Abel to ash, could looks do real damage. Lowering his arm from the tree, he simply focused on William's shoulder and tried to ignore the discomfort. Best to let his Master talk his way out of it.

"Tres..." William cleared his throat. "He stopped by some time ago. Went that way," he nodded to the side while raising his hands and pulling the coat properly over Hugue's shoulders. "He was actually looking for you."

"Oh," Abel replied, staring at the two. He tilted his head, apparently wondering why Hugue was giving him such a death glare. "I, uh," he looked at the two again. "You know, Professor, why is Hugue- err..." The white-haired man's face turned red, and he took a step back. "What are you, t-that's," he started, ending up rambling something incoherent before mumbling something about Tres and running off.

A low, displeased growl rose from the blond's throat as he turned back to face the older man, dark scowl still firmly in place. Shaking his head, he snapped his hips up again and dropped back harder than before. Slamming his hand back against the tree, Hugue crushed his mouth against William's and grabbed his hand, pulling it against him the way it was before the other man stumbled in.

The older man responded to the kiss, although he pulled away after a moment. "Well," he said with a low voice. "I, ah, really should've seen that coming. Bah, what hasn't Abel seen before..." He wrapped his fingers around Hugue's erection, stroking him. "Tres can calm him down, should he go all freaked out about this. In any case..." He grabbed Hugue by the hair and pulled him in for another kiss, although a lot more gentle than the one before.

Hugue didn't respond in words, merely twisted his hips and grinded down roughly. Due to their positions, speed wasn't exactly going to happen, so all the younger man could do to compensate was nip impatiently at William's mouth and dig his fingers into his thigh. Pulling back abruptly, the mouth found a spot just underneath his ear and suckled a dark bruise on it.

"So yes, what was I saying about impatient," William mused, petting the younger man's hair. In his position, he couldn't move much, which kept him from pressing against the blond. As far as William knew, Hugue would've liked it, but that wasn't going to happen. The idea of pushing the younger man to the ground didn't sound too appealing, either, and he concentrated on fondling his student. "Should probably take care of your needs properly when we get back to an actual bedroom."

"Stop. Talking." Hugue sighed heavily and sucked harder on the bruise that was already forming, fully intent on turning it black by morning. It would be difficult to hide as well. The younger man smirked a bit before nipping at it and struggling to pick up the painfully slow pace. No luck.

The Professor chuckled at that and shook his head a little. "Always the same complaint. Come up with something new would you, boy?" He squirmed as much as he could, hoping to make things at least a bit more comfortable for Hugue. While doing so, he thought he heard something and turned his head to the side. "Oh," he commented. "I think Abel found Tres. Freaking out on him, I'd think."

"Couldn't care... less." Gritting his teeth, Hugue simply gave up and clamped his muscles down tight around his teacher, reaching up to exploit every sensitive spot that he could reach. He scowled down at William and rocked his hips against his hand. At this point, he didn't care that the man wanted to talk. So long as his hand didn't falter.

"Ah... I'm quite sure Tres can deal with him," William replied, gritting his teeth a little and shutting up for just a short moment. He liked to ramble even during sex, for the simple reason that he always did so - and if not, it gave him a way to keep his thoughts clear. "Not our problem in any case," he continued with a lower voice, closing his eyes for a moment. What Hugue was doing felt quite nice.

A thin sheen of sweat was forming on the swordsman's brow and his lower back was starting to feel a bit tight. And that damned coat that was about to stifle him from the heat of the fire. Tightening his mouth, he tossed the coat to the side and tensed his inner muscles around William again. If it could make him pause for a moment between every other word, he must certainly be doing something right.

William grinned a little, noting how the coat got discarded. He couldn't help himself as he had to pause and stare; the swordsman looked just too captivating on that moment. "Lovely," he murmured, leaning forward to kiss a random scar on the younger man's body. By now he was thankful for the fact that he wasn't wearing much, as he was feeling hot. "So... very... lovely..." He turned his caressed a little quicker, knowing Hugue couldn't take much more.

Fingers wound in short, dark hair as the younger man grit his teeth and closed his eyes, hips snapping roughly, even though the pace was still torturously slow. Clamping down on the hard flesh inside of him once more, the lines in Hugue's body grew taut and a shallow gasp for air passed through his lips as he painted his Master's fingers in hot, pale streaks. "Master-!"

"Well," the Professor mumbled, sighing. "Done with that, at least. Aheh..." He cleared his throat and waited a moment until Hugue was done then raised his hand and looked at it. He smirked before licking his fingers clean. "Now then, I'd prefer if we, ah..." he glanced down. "Finished this."

Hugue leaned forward and rested his face against William's throat, continuing to rock his hips against the older man. He felt drained, and his muscles were limp and feeling rather shivery, but he could take a bit more. The movements were not nearly as harsh as before, but he clenched his inner walls repeatedly. The mindless chatter had died down considerably. He must not have been too far off...

William mumbled something unclear and closed his eyes, leaning back against the tree. Now that his main priority wasn't to get Hugue to come first, he could allow himself a break. "Doing... just fine," he muttered, gritting his teeth again. He was feeling awfully warm by now, and kind of tired as well. His side hurt, reminding him about being injured, but that was the least of his concerns.

One hand slid across William's torso, seeking out random spots. Fingers tickled over ribs and Hugue's knuckles brushed over a nipple repeatedly as he nipped and kissed over the Professor's neck and shoulders. Mustering up what energy he had left, Hugue tightened around William again just as he pressed his mouth to the other's.

"Hugue..." The older man mumbled against the kiss, gnawing on the younger man's lips. He caressed the younger man's back, tracing the scars on the swordsman's skin with his fingers. His side was still bothering him but he barely registered it anymore; Hugue felt just too warm and what he was doing felt too good, and William muttered something under his breath before freezing. "Uh," he said, trying to catch his breath. "Move. I can't... You know... We don't have any water here."

Breathing in mild relief, the younger man lifted himself off of William and settled his weight against his thighs. Really, the man could have thought of this before he... Shaking his head drowsily, Hugue rested his head against the older man's chest as he wrapped his hand around him and jerked roughly.

William closed his eyes and buried his face against the blond hair. His side stopped hurting for a moment, at least, he noticed as he let his hand drop on top of the younger man's while grabbing Hugue's shoulder for support with his other hand. The swordsman was rough, maybe, but it didn't matter; it was more than enough. He bit his lip a little to keep himself from giving Hugue the pleasure of hearing him mumble anything as he came.

Hugue continued petting the older man for a moment before pressing a kiss to his neck and letting go. Mimicking William's previous act, he began licking his fingers as he rested his weight against his Master, carefully avoiding the wound on his side. "Warm now?"

"I'd say yes," the Professor replied, relaxing against the tree. He felt a little exhausted, but not so tired that he wouldn't have picked up his pipe from where he had put it and lifted it to his lips. "Considerably warmer." He grinned a little, then turned more serious. "Get dressed, boy. The fire might feel warm but you'll catch a cold like that. And I'd prefer if I managed to somehow get my coat back on..."

The younger man sighed heavily and finished cleaning off his fingers before wriggling a bit and dragging over the Professor's shirt and coat out of the pile. Hugue rested his face against his chest for another moment before dragging himself off of William's lap and getting up gingerly. Stepping over to the rest of the clothes, he began pulling them on leisurely, bending double to fasten up his shoes, much like he'd done when he took them off.

The Professor got his coat back on with some difficulty then worked with his pipe for a minute before starting to smoke again. "Wonder what's taking Tres and Abel so long?" He said, his gaze following Hugue's every move. "Ah well, I'd guess the vampires are taken care of, anyway. And those two do know where to find us, which means there's actually a chance of getting out of this darn forest tonight..." He smiled at the blond, raising his hand. "Come sit here with me, Hugue. If those two are taking a while, could just as well rest here for another moment."

Hugue finished buckling his shoes and straightened upright before running a hand through his hair and returning to the tree. He winced a little as he sat down next to his Master, resting his bottom on the ground gingerly. A loud snap echoed somewhere in the dark. The swordsman ignored it in silence.

William reached to pet the younger man's hair, smiling to himself as he sat there, smoking. Abel and Tres would show up sooner or later, and they could leave. For now, he was quite content sitting there. It was sometimes hard to get Hugue to just stay still and rest for a moment.

The corner of Hugue's mouth quirked a bit as he sighed and leaned back against the tree, letting his Master pet his hair. He really didn't have much to complain about, despite the fact that the fire was dying down and they were stuck out in the woods somewhere with no clue which way to go. Shrugging a little, the blond scooted closer, trying to make it look like he was simply getting into a more comfortable position. Hn. William's previous comment about taking care of his needs sounded somewhat interesting at the moment. He'd have to hold him to it when they got out of the damned forest.