Say When
The ghost lay on his back, staring up at the reflection of himself on the mirrored ceiling. The image of him, arms folded behind blond spikes, cerulean depths staring impassively at his partial nudity, revealing toned abs just as fit as his chest. His leather boots dangled off the too small twin sized bed, covering all the magenta bedspread and glanced out the window, the sky already darkened to a navy blue. If he still wanted Teito to think he was screwing some chick at a dingy love hotel like the one was sitting in now, the answer would be yes if he stayed another hour.
But the answer was no, and if the bishop was being honest to himself, he would believe any of the accusations Teito had if he were in the prince's shoes. The guilt was eating away at him. He had come so close to doing the deed- the female kor hadn't wanted to reveal herself until she was fully in the nude. So with an uncomfortable tent in his pants, he brought out the scythe and ate the woman ravenously. Teito's crabbiness didn't help either. So when he had gotten back, his first act of business was to relieve sexual stress. Something that couldn't be done when you were getting an earful. So to shut him up, he had pinned the boy's hands above his head and kissed him until he was silent. When he had pulled away, Teito stared at him through lidded bottle green eyes, completely dazed as he wobbled back to his room silently. Upon the teens expression his 'problem' solved itself. To say the least, he scared himself. Unbeknowest to the church because although he didn't act like it, he never broke his vow of celibacy as a bishop. And that wasn't going to change anytime soon. He had never sexually touched a woman. Sure, he had led the female kors on, but it was just a ploy. But a certain brat wasn't happy about it.
"Hey." Frau greets sluggishly, ignoring the dirty look that the 'brat' gives him as he pulls off his boots, the action alone exhausting him despite sitting in a bed all day. Teito stands behind him, his body so warm it permeates the air. He starts to slouch, even though he knows what's coming next. "Capella was worried about you." green eyes narrowed and the youth crossed his arms above his chest. "...I was worried about you." he glared, flushing that tiny bit at his own words and averted the bottle green orbs. Tiredly, he falls back against the wall, letting his body slide to the ground, surprised by the feel of his own fatigue. "Frau?" The prince is by his side , pushing him back in a more comfortable position. "Were you-" "Hunting." he finishes, oblivious of the boy trying to voice his concerns. He blinked sleepily and saw the boy's emerald eyes looked...relieved. What part of Teito thought killing people was relieving? Suddenly, the warmth on his arms, the feel of breath on his face, his mere presence drives him to blind hunger. "Teito..' he whispers softly, drifting off against his will. His skull felt numb as sleep beckoned to him. "Beautiful, delicious, soul.." his scythe sings to him as he fights against the exhaustion.
"Teito..."