On public front, everything in the club they were investigating seemed to be fine. The disappearances of a couple of people without any authorities investigating it had alerted AX, and the more things were looked into, the more it appeared that vampires were involved. There was no proof though, and William sighed, tapping his pipe impatiently. Guess this meant they would have to infiltrate, although the only AX agent available at the time had been him and Hugue, and he wasn't much for infiltration himself. "Kate dearest?" He said aloud, attempting to open contact to the Iron Maiden. "Tell Hugue to get back. I need to give this some thought."

Hugue sighed from his hiding spot in the alley across the nightclub they were supposed to be investigating. Nothing overly interesting. Men and women sauntering in and out of the club. Some were in ridiculously garish costumes that would make fashionistas cringe, but that wasn't what the swordsman was interested in. Some of these people seemed innocent enough. Many more had a look and air that set off alarm bells in Hugue's head. Vampires, obviously. He frowned as his communicator alerted him and he considered ignoring it. Sighing after the third attempt, he crossed his arms and frowned. "Speak."

"Professor wants you back at base," Kate's voice told him through the communicator, referring to William by code name because this was mission related. "I'm not sure what he's found out but didn't sound too convincing. Just get back there?"

Back at the church they were using as a base, William went through the documents again and shook his head. Infiltration would be a problem, as the club was for couples who were into... certain kinks. A couple consisting on a man and a woman, to be precise, and the Professor frowned, getting more and more frustrated with the matter. There were no female AX agents available, and getting a invitation to enter the club alone would cost money, connections he didn't have in the Kingdom of Franc which was where they were, and most importantly, time.

"Acknowledged," Came Hugue's terse reply and he cut the connection quickly. Hn. If even his unflappable Master was having trouble working this one out... It was going to be a long, slow mission to accomplish. Pulling his hood down further over his head, the blond slipped into the shadows of the narrow alleyway and headed off quickly for their base. After about half an hour of walking, Hugue slipped into the small church and closed the door behind him. Slipping his hood from his head, he ducked into William's room and noticed the irritable look on his face. "What is it?"

"Found out anything new?" William asked, his gaze still on the papers. There had to be something he could come up with, and he was not one to give up. "Any public information on them is too clean. We're going to have to get in there somehow and maybe sneak off to an office somewhere and manage to snatch some evidence. However, I can't for the life of me figure out how to get in."

Hugue nodded and set his sword down on the bed. "Crawling with vampires. Most likely responsible for the disappearances." He shrugged a little and looked over William's shoulder at the papers in mild interest. "Everything else you already know." A long lock of blond hair slipped from the swordsman's loose hair tie and brushed William's collar and neck. Hugue brushed it aside impatiently.

"That's exactly why we need to investigate," the Professor replied, sighing for the tenth time in the last five minutes. "Problem is, you can't get in alone. Or you can but that requires an invitation and the fastest I could get that would be... I don't know, a week maybe. We don't have that long if there are vampires. Also, I checked with HQ. No female AX operatives are free, and Kate, well..." He picked up his pipe and stared at it. "Also, finding an escort... No, an outsider won't do. We couldn't endanger a civilian."

The younger man's brows furrowed slightly as he rounded the small table and sat down across from William. "That... is a problem." Answering with a small sigh of his own, Hugue swiped another offending strand of hair from his face and gave up the fight. Reaching back, he pulled the tie free and slid his fingers through his hair, pulling it back more neatly and tying it back in place again.

The pipe was lit a moment later and William started smoking, his expressing serious. If there weren't any female operatives they could use, and... He stopped then and stared at Hugue, tilting his head. "Hugue dear boy..." He said, a weird smile on his face all of a sudden. "Wait wait wait... Take that thing out of your hair. Let me see something here."

Hugue gave the older man an odd look and raised a brow. "Now isn't really the greatest time for this, Master..." Shrugging in resignation, he reached back and slipped the ribbon out and letting his mane of pale blond hair fall around his face. He blinked and brushed a bit out of his eyes and tilted his head. That smile was almost always backed by some insane idea... Hugue didn't like this one bit.

"But wait, you could pass for a girl!" William stated victoriously with a wide grin on his face. "Admitted, for a tall one, and a bit strong-looking... Need to get your arms covered too..." He got up from his chair and stepped closer, studying the younger man. "Still, with some make-up and, well, something on the chest area and maybe some padding on the hips and..." He rambled on, plotting more on his idea. "And if you were with an older man - me, of course, shouldn't be a problem..."

"Pass as..." Hugue frowned deeply and leaned back a little as his personal space was suddenly a bit cramped. Granted, on any other occasion, William was more than welcome in the blond's personal space, but he had that sinister grin plastered on his face... Hugue glared and crossed his arms firmly across his chest. "You're a lunatic..."

The older man stopped rambling and folded his arms, giving the blond a firm stare. "Look, I understand you're probably not too hot for the idea, even if I do think you'd make a pretty girl. But let me ask you this, then, dear boy - do you want to get in there without waiting for a week, or not?" He smiled like he would have known something his student didn't.

Green eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak, froze and shut it again with an audible click. "Master... this won't work," He hissed softly as if he were afraid they'd be overheard. With a heavy sigh, he felt his face grow a bit hot and he shook his head, resting his palm against it. He already knew he had no choice in the matter but... Where the hell did he come up with these mad schemes anyway? "You... are enjoying this idea of yours..."

"Maybe a little bit," William replied. He then shrugged and shook his head. "Oh well, guess I'm getting too excited about my ideas again. You do have some masculine look on you, it wouldn't work... Fine, let's think of something else then." He sat back down, the pipe returning to his lips a second later. "I'll contact my sources in Albion. They might be able to organize something in a week... Hmm, maybe five days if..."

Irritation rose swiftly up in the blond unexpectedly and he shook his head and held up his palm to silence William. There was no arguing with him and they both knew it. Giving the Professor a harsh scowl, Hugue huffed and ran a hand through his hair in disbelief at what he was about to say. "A week is too long. Make the arrangements and pray it works."

The older man continued the mumble to himself but looked up when the blond spoke. "Hmm? Well but I could get..." He paused then and smiled a bit. "What arrangements are you talking about now?" He asked, like he didn't know what Hugue was referring to. In William's brilliant mind, the plan was already working perfectly.

Hugue scowled even harder and made to get up from his chair, fully prepared to disappear into his own room and lock the door. "Make the reservations." He enunciated slowly, as if speaking to someone completely daft, which at the moment, he was sure his Master was. "And I am not picking out a damn dress. That will be on you."

"Oh, well," the Professor replied, the grin returning to his face. "In that case, we'll have to look into this. You're going to need some make-up, and... Hmm, a dress." He stared at the younger man for a moment, then tilted his head. "I do suppose you noticed people... wear all kinds of fantasy costumes to go there. While I'd love to get some of my better-looking suits, what I'm wearing will be fine. Presuming we can find a nun's habit of your size."

"Hmph." Hugue snorted and crossed his arms, shaking his head. "Fine." He quickly grabbed his hair tie from a pocket and pulled his hair back again.

William nodded and turned to glance at his papers again. The plan was somewhat crazy, but it didn't matter. The other AX agents considered a lot of the things he came up with crazy anyway. "We'll do it tomorrow night then. Need to prepare first... Apply for membership, and yes, need to find you something to wear..." He chuckled, tapping the papers. "I'll contact Kate and have her help me. You just... go to bed or something. Need to rest."

Hugue rolled his eyes a little and rubbed at his temples before turning on his heel and heading silently for the door. He cast a look over his shoulder at William and huffed. Completely mad... "Goodnight Master."

"Night..." William mumbled as a reply, completely ignoring the world in general by now, concentrated on his work. He had things to be taken care of.

By the next day, most of those things were done, some shopping included, but as Kate sometime late in the afternoon stood in the Professor's room, she could only shake her head. "This has got to be one of the crazies ideas I've seen you have, William - and I've seen them all. Bah, might just as well get done with it." Her holographic image flickered a bit. "Hugue? Sit down. I'll explain William how this is done."

"He... doesn't know what he's doing..." Hugue muttered as he dropped down in a chair and stared from Kate's flickering image to the Professor's disturbing smile. Gritting his teeth a little, he shook his head and sighed. "Get it over with then..."

"Oh don't be silly, I know perfectly well what I'm doing," the Professor declared. "I've done this before, for Kate!" He glanced at the holographic image of the woman and grinned innocently - and anyone who know the two better could have read from Kate's stare that obviously William had... And had also messed up at least once. "Just some make-up, not that hard," he added, studying the various make-up items they had gotten earlier. "Tie your hair back now, all of it, so it doesn't get on the way," he ordered.

Hesitantly, the swordsman reached back and pulled his hair back tight. Frowning a little and fidgeting in the chair, he stared at the unnecessarily large pile of cosmetics on the counter and shuddered inwardly. "Touch me with that glittery stuff and all plans are canceled."

The older man's expression turned questioning. "Uhh, what are you- Oh that... Heh, no worries, boy, wasn't going to. Kate already told me it that, ah, it wouldn't work." He picked up something more normal looking and studied it for a moment. "Well then..."

"No, William. You start with that," Kate commented, pointing at something on the pile. "And as he said, don't worry about all that stuff, Hugue. He only had that glittery stuff because someone here," she gave William a meaningful glare. "Didn't know what to buy even after I made a list, and so he has a bunch of useless items."

Hugue winced and stared at the older man for a second, then back at Kate, trying to avoid looking at whatever item the Professor had in his hand. He really had no clue what he was doing... Clamping his mouth shut, he frowned even more and slumped in his chair in dread.

The Professor stepped closer, but Kate raised his hand. "No. For foundation, William? The lighter shade. That other thing you got is way too dark for Hugue's skin... And..." Kate rambled on for a moment, explaining details. Some time later they finally had proper colors and whatnot picked from the pile.

William didn't dare to comment anything while Kate explained things, either. "Well. It's obvious you know more than I do about this... Good thing you're here, Kate." He grinned again, moving to sit on a chair in front of Hugue. "Now still, as I said... So this went on first..."

Hugue frowned and quelled his desire to lean back into the chair as far as he could get as William got closer to him with the powder caked sponge in his hand. He would have closed his eyes, but thought better of it. He wanted to see what was coming...

After having to stop to argue with Kate for a moment, the Professor got on with trying to apply the foundation. He did appear to know what he was doing, he just was quite slow doing it. "Hang on. Ah yes, this should do!" He moved away and studied his work. "Now then... eyeliner?" Ha glanced at Kate and smirked. "See, I do know what I'm doing."

"Eyeliner...?" Hugue suppressed a wince at the thought and leaned back in his chair a bit as he dabbed at some of the annoying makeup on his jaw. "Is it necessary?"

"Yes. If we're trying to make you look pretty, everything counts. Shut up and sit still!" William smiled and set to work, adding more make-up on the blond.

About ten minutes, William messing up a couple of times and Kate yelling at him until things were fixed, the younger man was starting to look... pretty. "That'll do, don't touch it more, William," Kate said, stopping the Professor before he messed up anything else. "Lipstick and you'll be good to go. If you can figure out how to get that," she pointed at the nun's habit. "On. I can help with that too if necessary."

Hugue stared at the clothes then at Kate and held up his hands slightly as if to defend himself. "No thanks I can manage." He glared slightly at William, mouth pursed tight. He didn't see how women could stand it. It felt like there was a layer of grime on his face...

"If you say so," Kate replied. "But feel free to ask me if anything feels weird. Outside, well, those," she added, looking dubiously at the padding William had come up with.

"You look fabulous," the Professor said, grinning. "Now then, that habit. Oh also," he said, picking up something from the table. "Give me those earrings and put these on," he ordered, holding up something a bit more shiny and dangly than the simple gold earrings Hugue usually wore.

Continuing to frown, Hugue reached up and plucked out the small earrings he always wore and placed them in William's palm as he took the glittering chandelier ones and fastened them in their place. The slight weight to them felt almost as uncomfortable as the cosmetics smeared onto his face.

The older man smirked, putting the earrings in his pocket. "I'll take good care of these. Now then, the clothes?" He picked up something and tossed it to Hugue. "Also, proper underwear. You can't go around wearing your normal stuff, you know. Ah, Kate, if you would...?"

The holographic image of the nun rolled her eyes as she saw the female underwear William had bought, but she then vanished.

"This... is proper?" Hugue scowled darkly at the lurid scrap of red cloth William had chosen for him and held it up with his thumb and forefinger as if it were a snake ready to bite him. He rolled his eyes and gave up, simply opening his shirt and taking it off and peeling off his pants. Still glaring, he slid into the panties and fidgeted when they rode up obscenely high and fitted tight against him. Rouged lips tightened into a thin line as he eyed the nun's habit and he picked it up. Now how... did this thing go?

The Professor's grin turned even wider, and it was quite obvious he was enjoying the sight more than he should have. "Yes it's proper, for women. For you it seems to..." He nodded down, chuckling. "Not cover as much as it, ah, should, but can't be helped. And you're forgetting these." He picked up a bra with some padding he had come up with. "Put this on first, then we'll see about that habit."

Green eyes narrowed dangerously as he glared daggers at the Professor and his damned padding. Face hot with embarrassment, Hugue took the brassiere and stared at it, turning it in different angles in confusion. Huffing, he stared at the older man and arched a brow. "Care to tell me how this thing works?"

"Oh come on, haven't you ever seen a woman put this kind of a thing on?" William asked, then tilted his head. "Or well, maybe that doesn't quite cut it. Women are skillful creatures, indeed, wearing all those kind of things..." He took the thing from Hugue and shrugged. "Oh well, let me show you then. First you..." He rambled for a moment as he put the bra on the younger man, setting it carefully. "There, see, not hard."

The blond flushed even darker and growled at William, resisting a sudden urge to kick him in the shin. Rolling his eyes, he squirmed against the uncomfortable straps. "Didn't pay that much attention," He muttered grudgingly as he picked up the nun's habit and attempted to put it on.

"Ah, let me help you with that..." The older man stepped closer and took the garb, helping Hugue to put it on. He adjusted thing for a while before appearing satisfied with the result, but he then frowned and looked around. "Right the shoes... Ah here." He picked up something and handed them to the younger man. "Don't worry, I'm not so thoughtless that I'd pick you some insanely high-heeled ones. See, uh, Kate said you trying to walk with those would give you away in half a minute..."

Looking at the shoes in slight relief, he bent to slip them on and reached back to untie his hair again. Sighing, Hugue resigned himself to his fate and strapped his sword to his hip before staring at William in irritation. He fidgeted a bit, highly uncomfortable, and resisted the urge to swipe the back of his hand across his lips. "Fine. Are we done?"

A moment of studying the younger man and a couple of slight adjustments later, William nodded. "Quite done, yes. I just need to take some things with me and then we can get going." He picked up a few papers from the desk and adjusted his own clothes. "Kate?" He called, opening the communicator line. "So what do you think?"

The holographic image of the woman appearing in the room, and Kate studied Hugue for a second, unable to hide her smile. "Looking quite... pretty, I'd say," she said. "Just don't talk much, Hugue? Your voice would give you away."

Nodding silently, the blond gave William another short look and ran a hand through his hair. He really didn't like this hair brained scheme of his Master's, but he had agreed to this so... "Let's go."

"Just remember how the rest of the plan goes," the older man reminded his student. "We get in, observe things, sneak to staff area, find their office, get some proof, and get out before discovered. Kate will pick us up afterwards. Well then, shall we?" He grinned and picked up his cane.

"I'll be at the meeting place," Kate said. "And I'll have your things from here retrieved so don't worry about that. Just make sure you don't get into trouble. Especially you, William." She gave the older man a look, then vanished.

Huffing slightly, the blond spun on his heel and stepped across the room to the door, fiddling with the head piece of the nun's habit to get it in place and swiping some of his hair out of his face. Tossing an inquiring glance over his shoulder at the Professor as he walked, he pursed his mouth and asked, "Taxi?"

"I suppose we should," William pondered, looking around. "We can find one from town. Also, wait, are you going to drag that thing along?" He pointed at Hugue's sword. "Oh well doesn't matter, I'll just come up with some explanation for it. Well, let's move on."

"Yes. I could just say that you enjoy being beaten." Smirking faintly, the swordsman winced uncomfortably and cursed, sliding the back of the dress up and adjusting the uncomfortably tight undergarments, not caring that he was giving William a show.

The older man's face brightened, and he nodded. "That'll do perfectly! Well then..." He smiled, his gaze following the blond closely as Hugue adjusted his clothing. "Let's try to make it to a bit deeper into town before finding a taxi." He continued walking for a while, studying the streets while they went forward. It was evening by now and not too many people were around. "Ah, hey, there we go," he said, signaling for a taxi to stop.

Snorting a little at the older man's pleased response to the suggestion, Hugue clamped his mouth shut and slid into the taxi once it stopped, having to pause and adjust the skirt of the habit neatly over his legs just to remain somewhat decent. How... did women manage to learn to do all these things? Shaking his head, he folded his hands in his lap and decided to leave the talking and the exchange of money to William.

William chatted with the taxi driver shortly before settling down next to the younger man. "Exciting isn't it?" He whispered, smirking. "Well then, just sit still and, well, don't draw too much attention. The driver thinks you're a woman, at least, so I think we're doing good." He grinned a bit and patted the younger man's thigh, then ended up having pointless chitchat with the driver. The trip itself wasn't longer than fifteen minutes, and they made to the club without problems. "Well then," the Professor said, studying the entrance after paying for the taxi. "Shall we?"

Sighing heavily, the blond stared out of the window at the building and inwardly cringed. It was worse than he thought. The music was pounding loud enough to rattle his teeth. Gritting his teeth and giving William a death glare for dragging him into this, he resisted the urge to simply turn and walk back to the church.

Smiling in a somewhat weird way, William led his companion towards the entrance. The music was too loud for his tastes, but it couldn't be helped. "Come on, don't look at like that," he said, turning to the younger man. "We're a couple who came to this club to... have some fun. They're not going to buy it if you look angry." He wrapped an arm around Hugue's waist and pulled him towards the club. There was a line with a few other couples, dressed more or less normally, and the Professor smiled at them.

Hugue sighed again and tried to quell his discomfort. Softening his face, the blond looked around silently at the mass of people gathered around the entrance to the club. They hadn't even set foot into the club and the music was already starting to make his head ache. Glancing past William, he attempted to ignore some of the looks they were getting and focused on finding something, anything, that might be considered physical proof of the disappearances being caused by vampires.

"Not too bad, huh?" The older man asked with a quiet voice, giving a smirk to the couple in front of them - a younger man and woman dressed as a doctor and a nurse. He couldn't help but to notice that the man was studying Hugue in an interested way, and while he for some reason found himself annoyed by that, at least it meant that people were actually buying the costume. It took another moment for them to advance in the line; William quickly showed the man at the door their invitation, and explained that they were new.

If there were any interested looks being cast Hugue's way, the swordsman didn't notice, as he was too busy scanning the area for vampires or anything about the place that could be considered evidence of a vampire haven. Ignoring his urge to touch his face and wipe some of the uncomfortable weight from his face, he glanced at William as he showed their pass to the doorman and caught a girl's eye as she looked at him as well. The dark glint in the younger man's eye made the woman blink and spin her gaze away quickly.

It took the Professor only a second to figure out that Hugue has somehow caused the minor scene. "Come on now, I already told you to stop looking like that," he whispered to the younger man. "Stop acting like you're working and remember we're supposed to be here to... relax. Hmm? Well now, let's go get something to drink." He dragged the blond to the bar section of the club, ignoring a couple of people attempting to hit on them. "So what are you taking?"

"A bullet to the brain would be preferable." Huffing a little, Hugue attempted to paste a more relaxed expression on his face and slid into a chair gingerly, taking extra precautions with the shirt portion of his nun's habit. He waved a hand slightly at the older man to indicate that he didn't care what he had to drink.

William shrugged and was about to order when the bartender stepped over and placed a couple of colorful drinks in front of them. Before the Professor had the chance to ask, he was told a couple over to the side had paid for them. "Ah. Well, that's quite nice of them," William replied, managing a grin. He looked to the side and nodded that the couple - a pair of people probably Hugue's age who were wearing... Something rather indecent that William couldn't figure out what it was supposed to be. "Well, drink up, but don't give those people the idea we'd like to get acquainted. Let's just pretend it's too early for that or something."

Hugue glanced over at the couple out of the corner of his eyes and sipped at his drink a little, dipping his head slightly in the couple's direction. He wasn't sure what to make of their outfits really, but he did know what to make of the way their eyes tended to linger from himself to William, then back again. He glanced away quickly, careful not to let his gaze linger any longer than necessary.

"See anything interesting?" The older man asked, the meaning of the question of course referring to their work, but the surroundings considered, he didn't mind if anyone heard them. "I could..." He started to say something, but frowned as he felt a hand on his thigh. He turned to look, finding a younger man smiling at him, and asking if they were into threesomes. "Uhh... Well yes we are, but..."

Hugue scowled, but stopped himself from saying anything lest he give himself away. Remembering the excuse he presented for carrying his sword with him, he threw himself into the role of the cruel, silent mistress and lifted his sword to slowly slide the end of the scabbard across William's chin, jabbing his head up. The blond shook his head silently and glared to make his point clearer.

"Aheh..." The Professor backed away a little and smiled. "As I was saying, into threesomes yes but I'm afraid, ah, she is kind of possessive if you get my meaning. Some other time perhaps?" He smirked as the young man seemed to buy the explanation and left them alone. "Phew. Well, guess it was to be expected that people would be somewhat eager and curious, with us being new here and all. Nicely handled, anyway." He gave the younger man a warm smile, inching a bit closer to him.

Nodding shallowly, the younger man lifted his drink to his lips with one hand and held his sword against the Professor's lap with the other. To anybody who might have happened to see them, Hugue was obviously the one in charge and anything William might have wanted to do or anybody he wished to speak to had to be cleared by the blond. Glancing at William from over the rim of his glass, Hugue licked his lips and looked around quickly. "See anything?"

"Outside finding that you suddenly acting so controlling is very much turning me on?" The older man asked with a wide grin on his face. "The entrance to the staff area seems to be over there on your right but don't turn to look at it just yet there's a..." He trailed off for a second then turned away and sipped his drink. "That large guy over there looking this way is so a vampire. Also there's a couple dressed up in leather who are trying to hit on me."

Rolling his eyes, the younger man polished off his drink on one final gulp and placed the glass on the bar to be taken away. "Heel," He ordered in mild amusement before glancing to the door of the staff room subtly. Hn. Getting in there would take some doing. A large hand appeared on Hugue's left side and lifted up a thick lock of blond hair, rubbing it between the fingers. Hugue jerked and tossed a glance over his shoulder to see a rather intimidatingly large man leering at him. The blond scowled back and tightened his grip on his rod.

Another pair of drinks appeared on the counter the moment Hugue finished his, and the Professor gave the bartender a questioning look. He was pointed towards the couple he had mentioned to Hugue just a moment ago, and he shrugged. "Eager and curious, indeed," he mumbled, studying the drink. He leaned a little closer to the younger man as a couple dressed up as... something involving a lot of feathers, making William think of birds, sat next to him and smiled at him.

A sudden thought occurred to Hugue and he felt a slight chill run up his back as he stared at the new batch of drinks. "Don't touch it, Master," Hugue mumbled under his breath so nobody would hear him. Leaning close, he pressed his lips to the older man's ear and feigned a nibble as he spoke to throw any eavesdroppers off. "Vampires spike the drinks to pull off the abductions."

"They might, yes," the older man replied. "But don't you worry about that!" He added with a victorious tone. "I suspected as much, and I have an anti-drug I developed a few months ago just for that! Not that I was touching this one anyway," he continued, poking at the odd-colored drink in front of him. "Way too many colors for my taste. I prefer my drinks simple. I wonder if they serve tea here? Anyway..." He nuzzled Hugue's shoulder a bit. "I do think they have a couple of private room around there too. See, people come and go at times. Hmm..."

"If they have women dancing in cages suspended from the ceiling," The blond began, teeth grazing over the outer edge of the older man's ear. "Then they'll have private rooms, yes... " Hugue frowned a little and snorted, wiping a trace of lipstick from William's ear. "Now, how are we getting through that door?"

The Professor looked thoughtful for a minute before his expression turned brighter. "Well, we'll just need a room for certain activities, of course! Don't like doing this but... Hmm," he glanced around, then grinned. "Come along. Not a good idea for us to separate here, would get all kinds of unwanted company..." He got up from the chair and moved away, slipping thought the flock of people to the edge of the dance floor. "Hi again," he greeted the young man who had offered a threesome earlier. "The mistress changed her mind. You still interested?"

Hugue stood easily and stepped beside his teacher, sword held at the ready should he have the need to restrain William to thwart any 'unwanted company'. When the Professor accosted the young man on the dance floor, the swordsman's eyes widened in surprise and he bit his tongue to prevent anything from slipping. Was he out of his mind?

A quick chat later, the young man led them towards the back, nodding to the man at the door whom William had deemed to be a vampire. There were stairs leading to the second floor, and the Professor paid attention to a door near the stays with an 'off limits' sign on the door. Offices, obviously; he grinned to himself as they followed their young companion to a cozy room with a couch and a bed. "Well then... I do have to warn you," he told the young man. "The mistress likes it... rough. If you would?" He turned to Hugue, and whispered to him. "Bed. Hold him still."

The blond frowned slightly and gave him a confused look but didn't say anything, merely nodded and stepped over to the bed and crawled onto it. Resting his weight on his hip, he reached out a hand to the young man and beckoned him over with a finger. Once the youth had eagerly climbed onto the bed, Hugue gripped both of his wrists with only a quarter of his full strength and pinned him down to the mattress, one hand on his arms, the other pressing down on his chest.

"This will be so much fun," William said, stepping closer. He placed his cane away and leaned over to the young man, pretending to kiss his neck - and a second later the man went limp on Hugue's arms. The Professor shrugged, looking up at his student. "Just a mild drug, will keep him sleeping for an hour or so. What? I'm not completely heartless you know. Undress him or something and put him to bed. We have work to do."

Hugue gave William an odd look then stared down at the poor fellow that lay passed out on him. Shaking his head, he moved out from under him and let him sprawl out on the bed, stuffing a pillow under his head and tugging off his shirt. Tossing the shirt onto a nearby chair, Hugue pulled the sheet over him and stood, smoothing the wrinkles out of his habit.

The older man nodded approvingly and moved to the door, glancing outside. "Good, nobody around. Come on, let's try get this done as quickly as possible. I sure hope you can fight in those clothes if we were to run into trouble. Sure hope we don't." He signaled to the younger man and sneaked outside, making it back downstairs. Nobody still around; he checked the door to the private area, finding it locked. Shrugging, he pulled a small device out of his pocket and worked with the door for a moment, grinning at the blond. "A pity, I'd explain what this does, but no time right now. Well then." He pushed the door open and slipped into the corridor. "Ah, there it is," he pointed at a door marked 'office'.

The blond's mouth twitched at the corners and he shook his head slowly. This was getting too easy... Looking around swiftly to see if they'd been seen or followed. Seeing nothing suspicious, Hugue slipped forward and tried the office door. Locked.

William shrugged, studying the door for a second. "Shouldn't be any harder than the other lock," he said, his gaze wandering back to the entrance to check nobody was coming in. "Move, I'll handle this..." He dug out the device again and was about to start working on the door when it was opened. A dark-haired man looked at them questioningly, and the Professor grinned. "Ah... Heh, wrong door!" He glanced at the swordsman, giving him a 'do something' look.

Hugue jumped slightly in surprise, then caught William's look and nodded curtly, swinging out with one fist and landing a solid hit on the man's temple, rendering him unconscious. Blinking at how easily the fellow went down, the blond crouched and looked at him closely. Still breathing and no marks. Standing back up, the swordsman swept some of his hair out of his face and turned to the door. "Let's be quick."

"That was the plan here," the older man muttered, kneeling down as well. He studied the man for a second, then smiled a little. "Well hello there. Proof number one: seems their office keeper is a vampire." He pointed at the man's teeth. "Seems we got lucky and he wasn't expecting that blow, else he wouldn't be down now. Point being make it quick." He got up and picked up a folder from the bookshelf, giving the contents a quick look. "You should know what we're looking for."

Nodding again, the younger man opened a drawer and began rummaging through it. Finding nothing of importance, he shut the drawer and started in on the file cabinet right next to where William was plundering. Bending over to tug open the bottom drawer, Hugue's underwear rode up again and he growled in annoyance, jerking the skirt up and adjusting them again. He tossed a glare at the older man over his shoulder before bending back over to continue the search.

Unable to hide his amusement, the older man leaned over and patted Hugue's behind before continuing checking the bookshelf. He didn't find anything of interest and continued to a shelf that was locked. A quick search on the vampire that Hugue had knocked out got him the keys, and he went though the folders on the shelf. "Ahh, this is interesting," he said, showing the folder to his student. "They're keeping member records. However, I'd be really interested in these notes here. Prices. Slave trading perhaps? Keep looking, there has to be something to connect these numbers and the disappearances..."

Hugue rolled his eyes at the gesture and continued to plunder around in the file cabinet. A few more minutes of rummaging in the drawer ensued before Hugue grasped an envelope and pulled out the thick piece of paper inside. One eyebrow lifted slowly as he quickly scanned through the contents and he tapped William on the shoulder and handed the paper over. "I've got it."

"Hmm?" William turned and took the paper, checking the contents. His eyes were starting to hurt by now from the lack of his reading glasses, but he managed to make out what was needed. "What do we have in here, a bank statement. And these transactions here... How interesting, seeing everyone with half a brain would know this name here happens to belong to a vampire organization that specializes in kidnapping and selling people... I think we've had enough. Let's..." He went quiet as there were noises from the corridor. "Not good."

Hugue froze and listened to the sounds of footfalls and voices coming down the hallway. Grabbing the older man by the shoulder, he dragged them both behind the door and pressed him against the wall, reaching up to flick off the light and pressing his hand to William's mouth firmly. They weren't completely caught yet... perhaps they wouldn't check the office and they'd be spared a fight, if only for a few minutes. If not...

The older man shook his head, pushing his student's hand away. "Try to not make any bodies?" He whispered, gripping the cane in his hands. If it came down to a fight, he could handle it, although he preferred to leave things to Hugue. A moment passed; the sounds then died down, and he nodded. "I think they're gone. Let's get out of here, better not waste any time." He opened the office door cautiously and glanced around then gestured for the younger man to follow him.

Breathing a small sigh of relief, Hugue gripped his sword tight and crept out behind William, glancing around sharply as they walked and listening hard for any footsteps. Stepping over the unconscious form of the vampire he'd floored Hugue glanced back at him and frowned deeply but didn't make any move to do any further damage.

There were no signs of anyone in the corridor, not that it stopped William from being paranoid. They had their proof now; it was all about getting out with them now. "Doing good..." He muttered, stopping at the door leading to the stairway area. He opened the door and stepped out, waiting for the younger man. "We should-" he started, then grinned innocently as he realized the door guard had stepped in and was staring at him. Another man stepped in from the corridor behind Hugue. "Well, darn."

Hugue spun around on his heel and glared at the man behind him, not wasting any time on trying to talk their way out of the situation. Gritting his teeth, the swordsman tossed out his fist and gave the guard a powerful punch to the side of the head, sending him sprawled out on the floor with no difficulty.

Finding out the hard way that he had been right about the door guard not being a human was not what William preferred, especially when he suddenly found himself grabbed by the vampire and slammed against the wall. He gritted his teeth but managed a grin as the vampire cursed him. "Well, if you'll... excuse me," William said. "But you happened be looking at my property's behind earlier." He bought the cane up all of a sudden and slammed it on the vampire's face. "Hugue, get him!" He called to the swordsman as the vampire staggered back, cursing.

A scowl raced across the blond's face as he rushed forward and drew his staff, cracking it soundly over the top of the man's skull once, then again when the vampire staggered and didn't fall. The second time caused the brute's eyes to roll back into his head and he crumpled to the floor at their feet. Snorting a little, Hugue tossed some of his hair out of his face and smirked a little at the Professor. "I'm property now, Master?"

"Oh forget that," William mumbled, adjusting his clothes and trying to ignore the fact his left arm was hurting. "You wouldn't think of anything too great to say either when a vampire grabs you like that. We need to get out before they recover." He stepped around the fallen vampire and went through the door, looking around. The club action still looked the same, including the fact that the moment he stepped out, a nearby young woman patted his arm.

Hugue, hair ruffled and cheeks flushed a little from all the action, gave the woman a blistering glare that had sent many a man fleeing and pressed into his Master's side. Glancing around discretely, he noticed no signs of discontent in the crowd, so he could only surmise that no word of their intrusion had made it's way into the main rooms yet. As soon as they neared the bar, the large fellow that had touched his hair before pretended to stumble and gripped the blond's buttock painfully tight. A rush of angry heat spread over Hugue's body and one hand clenched into a tight fist.

The Professor turned to glance back at his student right on that moment, and he stopped. "Oh no you don't," he said. "That's mine, so you'd better keep your hands to yourself, good sir." He gave the man a rather evil smirk, which didn't seem to stop the man, as he was obviously trying his luck and tried to grope Hugue some more. That was enough for William, and he hit the man on the knee with his cane. The man swore at him and tried to punch him, which the Professor evaded. "Uh oh, time to leave," he noted, his eyes catching the sight of one of the vampires at the door.

Growling angrily at the offending man, the blond ignored William for a moment and pulled his fist far back, swinging it at the large man's throat and sent him stumbling into a couple behind them and splashing a robust, curvy woman's generous bosom with a frosty drink. Her male companion lost no time in throwing a punch of his own at the rude fellow as the woman shrieked. Hugue flinched and stepped back several paces as the two vampires began shoving their way through the crowd. One girl was shoved to the floor with a yelp and that was all it took for pandemonium to erupt in the nightclub. A small grin broke out on the young blond's face as he grabbed William and made a run for it, pausing only long enough to notice a rather heavyset, square jawed woman gripping his assailant in a powerful headlock and choking him heartily.

"All right, absolutely the best time to take our leave," William noted as they made it towards the front door. The bouncer stepped in to see what the chaos was about, giving the two AX operatives a chance to slip out without much trouble. "Well then... Taxi!" The Professor called, stopping a taxi that had dropped off a couple of customers and was leaving. He wasted no time getting in and giving the driver the location they were heading to, outside the town.

Slipping into the taxi right behind William, he slumped against the door, breathing a sigh of relief as he brushed his hair out of his face. "Never again," Hugue hissed under his breath at the Professor as he attempted to adjust his skirt and underwear without attracting any attention. The appalling way he'd been groped had caused the panties to ride up even higher than before and the blond was more than ready to just take them off and fling them at his damned Master.

William shook his head and slumped against the seat, trying to relax a little. He glanced out of the window, relieved to find that they weren't being followed. "Oh you can say that again," he mumbled to Hugue. "That was so the second and last time I ever enter any kinky fantasy sex club." He sighed and smiled, then looked at the younger man. "Don't ask," he added quickly.

Giving the older man an odd look, Hugue kept silent and shook his head, not daring to ask. Frowning, he fidgeted even more in the seat and sighed again. Hell, it was dark in the vehicle and the taxi driver was focused on the road. Huffing, he lifted his bottom a few inches from the seat and slid his hand underneath himself to adjust the lacy scrap of cloth.

The older man's gaze wandered over to study what Hugue was doing, and he smirked to himself. He didn't bother commenting since they weren't alone, and besides, getting away from the vampires was the main concern right now. He patted the younger man's arm and leaned to look out of the window, still paranoid about being followed. There was nothing following the taxi, and nothing showed up during the twenty minute ride, either.

Content that they weren't being followed, Hugue leaned back into the seat and remained quiet. Crossing his legs at the ankles, the younger man closed his eyes briefly and grudgingly allowed himself to lean slightly on the Professor's shoulder, if only to get some of the breeze coming from the driver's half opened window. The minute they got back to actual civilization, the entire outfit was coming off, right down to the earrings and the dreadful lipstick.

The driver pulled over after a long while, and William paid for the ride. The driver was actually not too convinced as to why they wanted to be dropped off in the middle of nowhere, but the Professor just smiled to him. "Well then," he said to Hugue. "Kate's somewhere around here. Eh, well," he added, glancing towards the sky. "Not too hard to miss. Come on, let's go. Once we're aboard, we can finally relax."

Swinging his legs gingerly out of the door of the taxi, the blond stepped out of the vehicle and straightened his skirt. Glancing around quickly to make sure the area was clear, he followed closely behind William and tried to master his intense discomfort at the idea of being seen in such a ridiculous state.

The taxi left them, and William studied their surroundings for a moment. "Looks clear to me, and it's just a matter of time before Kate notices we're here. Ah, and speak of the dev..." William caught himself and didn't finish his sentence, as Kate's hologram appeared close by, shaking her head. She did know better than to start reprimanding the Professor right then, and so she just made sure the two got aboard the airship.

"Well then," she said as she escorted the pair to the cabins where they could rest. "I don't know if I should be surprised or not that you're still in one piece. Ah well. Go get some rest; we'll be back in Rome before you know it." She smiled a little, then vanished.

Giving a curt nod, Hugue spun on his heel and set off through the door to their cabin. Stopping at the first door he saw, he opened it and went straight to the bathroom, plucking out the painfully heavy earrings and wetting a cloth in the sink so he could wash his face. "I'm never doing this again."

The older man smiled at that, wandering over to remove his clothes. "Well, suppose you won't have to. This was kind of... Unconventional means, even for AX. Oh well, it's over now and you can get rid of those damn clothes. Although," he smirked to himself as he placed his coat away. "You did look quite pretty in those."

Hugue glared into the mirror as he inspected his face, swiping off a stray bit of makeup here and there. He kicked off the uncomfortable shoes and sent them skidding across the floor in irritation. Reaching up to pull the nun's hood from his head, he tossed it next to the shoes and walked out of the bathroom, fumbling with the tricky clasps on the habit and considering shredding it just to be free of the damn thing.

"Ah, let me," the older man said, moving over to help his student. He could see how irritated Hugue was with the outfit by now but just ripping it off was out of the question. Kate had already complained to him how finding the habit in Hugue's size had been hard enough. "There you go, just careful with it now." He stepped back and pulled his pipe from the pocket of his coat. He hadn't smoked since leaving the church, and by now really needed it. "I have to say, I am somewhat disappointed you're not willing to figure out how to sexily remove that, but..." He grinned and shut up, in case saying anything else would have made Hugue to hit him.

"You haven't had enough excitement for one night?" Hugue sniffed in disapproval as he stepped quickly out of the outfit and bent to pick it up. Folding it up, he placed the habit on top of the dresser and stared down at the death trap of a padded brassiere and managed to wriggle out of it and toss it on top of the pile of clothes as well. "I've been groped enough tonight to last me a lifetime."

The older man sighed, then smiled a little, putting the pipe away. As much as he wanted to smoke, that would get to wait. "Groped enough to last a lifetime? A pity, does that mean you don't like it anymore, and I don't get my share?" He gave the blond a somewhat innocent grin and stepped closer, slipping a finger under the waistband of the lacy underwear Hugue had. "Hmm. I so could, ah, remove these. Probably getting a bit uncomfortable and all... Well, unless you really do think that I've had enough, what was it, excitement? And if you'd just prefer to sleep."

The swordsman narrowed his eyes and stared at William from over his shoulder, freshly scrubbed mouth quirking as he fidgeted and stepped closer. "Incorrigible."

"You can't blame me for being at least a bit amused," the Professor replied, tracing his fingers over the lace. "Oh well, fine I understand, you hated this evening and would just like to sleep." He patted the younger man's hair then dropped his hand lower, tracing over the swordsman's abdomen. "Can't help but to be curious though, what would all this lacy stuff look like if you happened to be... Ah fine let's not go there."

Snorting, the blond thrust up his chin and placed a hand on William's chest, pushing him backwards in the direction of the bed. "Hmph. That was the reason you picked these out in the first place." Frowning a little when the incriminating undergarments slowly crept up again, Hugue sighed and stuck a hand in William's pocket to retrieve his old pair of earrings.

William grinned, shrugging. "What can I say? Curious. Also, the other pocket," he added, picking out the earrings from his pocket. "Not that I minded you sticking your hand there, but, ah..." He handed the earrings to the younger man then sat down on the bed. "You could quit complaining anyway. So this whole dressing up was ridiculous, but we got what we went there for."

"Not complaining." Pulling the back clasps off of the tiny earrings, the swordsman tilted his head just enough to slip the jewelry back into their rightful place, then he slid onto the bed next to William. Crawling up a little, Hugue pulled the covers down and beat on the pillows to fluff them up and sat back on his heels to adjust those annoying panties again.

The Professor couldn't hide his amusement as he moved to remove the rest of his clothes; whatever Hugue had been saying before about the disguise or certain clothing items he had been made to wear... Well, the younger man was in the bed now and still wearing the lacy garment that quite failed to cover anything, in the end. His clothes out of the way, William lay down next to his student and patted the younger man's thigh. "Well. I take it that you do want to get rid to those, then..."

Hugue smirked faintly, even if he was still annoyed at William for putting him in the situation, and wriggled a little in a feigned attempt to get more comfortable. He remained quiet and made no attempt to take anything else off. Hell, his Master had bought him the awful things just so he could take them off of him again. Do it himself and what was it all for?

The older man glanced up at the blond's face and smirked, moving his hand onto the swordsman's crotch and fondling him. "Hmmhmmhmm..." He shifted to lie lower on the bed and studied the younger man's reactions, then grinned. "Well this is a rather lovely sight," he commented, slipping his fingers under the waistband of the garment and stroking Hugue's skin.

The swordsman nibbled on his lower lip and squirmed under the pressure of his teacher's hand, a faint shade of pink dusting his cheeks. Slender hips lifted to meet the caresses and Hugue shook his head with a sigh. William really had enjoyed himself entirely too much.

A moment of caresses later, William pulled his hand away and gave the younger man a meaningful smile, then leaned down and caught the waistband of the lacy undergarment with his teeth. He crawled lower on the bed and pulled the thing down, picking it up when he got it off of Hugue's legs. "Quite nice," he commented, raising the thing and looking at it. He then grinned and tossed it to the floor. "But enough of that. I think I have... things I need to take care of."

Feeling much more comfortable without the dreadful underwear cutting off his circulation, the blond flushed even warmer in the face at how William had went about doing it. For the life of him, Hugue could never figure out where the older man got his mad ideas and his questionable plots, and he really had outdone himself with this one. He had a lot of making up to do, and the younger man was quick to tell William so.

"Well," the Professor pointed out. "At least now I'm not the only one enjoying this, or am I now, dear boy?" He returned his hand where it had been before and caressed the blond while lying by his feet all casual, studying the swordsman's expression. "Oh well," he then admitted. "It's probably better you don't dress like you did today. I was having ideas I don't remember I was capable of having, and that's... kind of scary."

Hugue snorted, amused, and rolled over, pushing William on his back and crawling on top, leaning down to kiss him. Nibbling on the older man's bottom lip, he reached down and slid his hand down the older man's stomach to his groin, gripping him lightly and grinding his hips down against him.

William grabbed the younger man by the hair and pulled him close for a kiss, then leaned back and studied the blond. "Heh. I also did point out I found your controlling back at the bar quite... interesting. In the mood for that perhaps, then?" He smirked, sliding his hand down to the swordsman's hips. "Hmm, I suppose I do owe you one after all the things today."

Hugue smirked right back at him and leaned down to nibble on his ear, reaching around the grip the older man's backside and grind their hips together harder. "Yes... and then some," the blond growled in his ear then bit his neck to punctuate his statement.

Squirming a little under the blond, the older man leaned his head to the side. Hugue certainly liked leaving marks on him, but then again, not like he was any better himself. "Ah. I'm all yours," he replied. "What would you have me do, mistress? He chuckled, tracing a scar on the younger man's body with his fingertips.

Sucking a small bruise over the place he'd bitten, the younger man leaned up and rolled his eyes. "Wrong gender." Leaning back down, he caught William up into another kiss and shifted one of his hands to grip him firmly on the groin again.

"Fine fine," the Professor replied, shaking his head. "Come on, where's your sense of humor, boy?" He grinned and relaxed on the bed, letting the younger man do as he pleased. Since he owed Hugue one, the blond would get to have whatever he wanted. That didn't mean William wasn't about to caress the swordsman as much as he could though, and he petted the younger man's thigh, keeping his gaze on the blond and waiting to see what he was up to.

Shifting his weight a little, the blond reached up and swept his hair from his face. Sighing, he leaned back down to kiss William's ear before nibbling on it lightly. "Where's the oil this time?"

The older man grinned and nodded towards the nightstand. "In the drawer, where else? I keep the places where I'm going to be sleeping well equipped..." He raised his hand to stroke the younger man's hair while his other hand advanced on Hugue's thigh, sneaking towards his behind. So the blond be in control, but that really didn't stop the Professor from seeing how far he was allowed to go.

Resisting the irrational desire to smack William's hand, Hugue wriggled in his place and leaned over to drag open the drawer, fishing out a small bottle of oil. Shaking his head in mild amusement, he unscrewed the cap and coated his fingers liberally, slipping a hand underneath the older man and seeking out that one particular spot that required his more thorough attention.

William spread his legs to give the younger man better access, squirming a little from the touch. He settled to caressing Hugue's thighs for now as their position didn't allow him to do more. "Now I'm kind of interested to see how patient you manage to be tonight," he commented, drawing his fingers over the swordsman's thigh. "After all, you usually complain something about slow..."

Frowning a little, the blond gentled his hand and eased one finger inside slowly and with unusual care. Yes, too slow for HIM... not the other way around. "Not going to be rough," Hugue mumbled grudgingly as he set to working that finger a little deeper. Patience was not the swordsman's strongest suit, true, but he wasn't some fumbling teenager either.

"Ah... Didn't think you would," the older man replied, grabbing the sheets with one hand for support while idly caressing Hugue's side with his other hand while trying to relax. He gritted his teeth and pressed slightly against the younger man's touch, then looked at the blond, giving him a half-smile. "Well, that's sure..." He cleared his throat and grinned widely. "I taught you well, that I sure did..."

Huffing, the younger man remained quiet after that and concentrated on loosening the Professor up more. Once he felt he could take it, he slipped another finger in to accompany the first and twisted them deeper, crooking the digits slowly to get him used to the pressure. Flickering his gaze up from his task, he studied William's face closely and gave him an inquiring look.

The Professor took a deep breath and nodded. "Should do, unless you want to continue a bit more," he said. "Come on, ah... Not like this was the first time you're doing this. I'll be fine anyway, not like the first time I was doing this!" He chuckled then squirmed more, closing his eyes. "Ah, hmm..." His fingers traced over the blond's skin softly before he let his hand drop. "You... doing something there...?"

Shaking his head, amused, Hugue curled his fingers once more before pulling them back entirely and pouring more oil into his palm and reaching down to glide the fluid into his skin quickly. Hooking his Master's knees over his elbows, the younger man positioned himself against William and pressed in slowly, gritting his teeth tight as he did so.

"Gah..." William grabbed the younger man's wrist, frowning. He was enough used to this to not consider it to hurt, but the initial feeling was somewhat uncomfortable. He breathed slowly and relaxed, letting himself adjust to the pressure. "Ah, heh, still managing to stay calm?"

Generous lips tightened thinly and the younger man sucked in a slow breath through his clenched teeth as he rolled his hips gently once, then forced himself to pause for a moment, desperate to give William a moment to adjust. "Are you?" He growled lamely and leaned down to chew on his collarbone, moving his hips again to ease some of the discomfort.

After the moment it took to get used to it, it felt considerably better, and William gave his student a smile. "Why wouldn't I be? Takes a lot more than this to get me to... not be calm." He raised his hands and buried his fingers in Hugue's hair, attempting to move his hips up to meet the younger man's movements. "I'm fine here, boy. You don't have to hold back."

Smirking a little as an idea crossed his mind, Hugue nodded and snapped his hips forward slowly, then gradually picked up the pace. Leaning up, he pressed a rough kiss to William's mouth, then pulled back to catch his breath for a moment. "A lot more... Master?" Lips twisted into a devious little look, he tugged up on the older man's legs a fraction and suddenly folded himself double to flick his tongue over the tip of William's erection, giving him a particularly deep thrust to go with it. Hm... wonder what reaction he'd be getting now?

"Ack..." The older man blinked and squirmed under the sudden increased stimulation. Sure, he was well aware hot flexible Hugue was and knew the blond could do this, but it was still quite something to end up being the receiving end. "A... lot more," he mumbled, having trouble keeping his breathing regular. "Although I'd... say you're... doing good at... getting there."

Smirking, the swordsman tugged William's hips up a bit higher and slid his mouth over a good portion of his arousal as he snapped his hips in a more even rhythm. Suckling gently, he slid one hand across the older man's chest and frowned at the heat pooling tight in his lower belly. Not so soon...

By now the Professor was somewhat regretting telling Hugue to not hold back, seeing the way the situation had turned out, and it sure wasn't the younger man who had trouble keeping calm. "Goodness, Hugue," he muttered, straining on the bed. He couldn't move too much, and he settled to tugging the swordsman's hair, closing his eyes.

Hugue quelled the urge to wipe his hair out of his face as he struggled to keep his pace relatively slow and not too rough, lest he injure them both in the position he was in. It wouldn't do to pull a vital muscle just because he couldn't restrain himself long enough to get his Master to climax. Then again, he doubted William would finish first...

The older man mumbled something under his breath, wondering what his student was up to in the end, not that it had been too hard to guess. The blond happened to be younger and more likely to be done first, and William knew how much Hugue complained - not that he often actually voiced the complaint - the older man liking to take things slow. "Aah, Hugue, I think we're... just about..." He didn't finish the sentence, as he had to cut himself short and concentrate on breathing.

The heat pooled in the younger man's stomach flared hotter and Hugue would have grit his teeth had his mouth and throat not been full. It only took a couple more strokes to cause him to spend himself, but when he couldn't make any noise or clamp his jaw to stifle himself, he contented himself to tightening the pressure with his mouth and swallowing.

"Darn it, Hugue..." William mumbled, unable to control himself any longer. He wasn't sure if the younger man was done yet, but it didn't matter. It was too much for him, and he came, pressing his hips up a little as he did so. He slumped against the sheets afterwards and tried to calm his breathing. "Good heavens, dear boy, that was..." He trailed off again, almost falling asleep before catching himself. "Quite impressive, I have to say."

Shivering a little, the blond detached his mouth and swallowed, easing the older man's hips back onto the mattress and wiping his lips clean. His lower back felt tight and a bit sore, but he ignored it to lean over and press a kiss to William's neck. He felt incredibly tired, probably more from the events at that awful place they'd infiltrated, but it was his turn to do the cleaning. Once he'd gotten up and filled a basin with water in the bathing room, he settled back onto the bed and gently swiped them both clean.

William lay still while the younger man cleaned him, idly thinking of the fact that he had wanted to smoke earlier. He considered getting his pipe now but ended up deciding against it. After today's events, he was too tired, and he sure didn't need it to calm his nerves. "Hmm. Could really use some sleep now," he mused, studying the blond lazily. "Come here, boy. I deserve to get to hold you while sleeping..."

Too tired to make much of a reply, Hugue nodded and set the basin aside on the dresser and crawled into the bed next to him, dragging the covers over them and sliding one leg over William as he tucked his face into his neck and rested a palm on his chest. "Satisfied now, Master...?"

"What could I say to that?" The Professor asked, laughing. "Come on, is there really much I can say to that? I taught you well, and you have some tricks of your own. We finished a mission that went perfectly, and I got... very good sex. And you still have to ask if I'm satisfied..." He smiled and petted the younger man's hair, then yawned. "Satisfied and very tired. Mmh..." He shifted closer to the swordsman and closed his eyes.

Mouth opening into a yawn of his own, the blond stifled it against the back of his knuckles and shook his head slightly, not finding a suitable response at first. Then his eyes wandered blearily and he caught sight of the lacy, wrinkled undergarment William had made short work of and huffed, mildly annoyed, but still amused, though he hid it well. "Next time, you get to wear those..."

William chuckled, patting the younger man's shoulder. "If you insist. Maybe." He yawned again and shifted his position a little. "I'll think about it when we get home..." He mumbled a few more words but they turned unclear as he fell asleep.