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I SUMMON YOU

Chapter 3 Day Two and Three: Shirts, Steaks and Bunnies Part Two

Word Count: 1907    |    Released on: 05/03/2019

he still-wrapped mattress that Marcus was supposed to use was still

he asked, looking at the huge

ne. However, placing it on the four-poster bed frame would be a feat, needing at least

he stared at the towering

mbering the man's parting words before he left to choose a room for himself in

all. He turned to look behind him, and found Heron standing with a white t

ider. His back was pressed against the wooden cabinet a

ll for you!"

and his torso was wet from a shower. His feet was bare and yes, Marcus was flustered seeing how in

stalled in that bed frame, that's

o easy." He neared the mattress, tore the plastic wrapper i

eel like my muscles are puny, " he commented,

yours when we train again, " was his reply, w

ll have mine like that. I mean, com'n you're

rossed his arms on his chest, "t

come, " with blush

f them stood as they were and

abinet and though he didn't exactly expect to find l

lp. You can leave now, " he sai

d by him and arranged the bed covers and pillow. Marcus was just

without a se

ack. His face hit the mattress first, his hands making an awk

ing?!" he yelled as he rol

y. His strong arms jailed him in between; their faces in line

rt beating madly. "I-I mean it

n Marcus' neck. His nose was inches away from the tingling skin and his lips hovered

around, " he said and shifted his head away

" was Heron's

water in your hair is dripping on my face. I bet you we

enly on his thoughts. Of all the things, that naked vision wasn't

ht it woul

he vision

e said, still leaning near his ear. Inadvertently, the t

ush up his head. N

from his jaw, to his throat and down the indent of his co

e shooting delightful sensation of his fingers.

pulled himself out of the mattress and stood

, " he greeted and

It was a sight to behold, especially with the magnificent display of his manhood on salute

is waist. He took it but not knowing what to do, in the en

d up deciding to take a shower to calm the

ugh, for he never had a go

IS

shined like new and not a grime was seen. The living room was cleaned; its furniture was tidied. The

e he cooks their meals. Though the demon was busy with his chores, Marcus c

to the cleaning topic as possible and not what had happened to them that night on the first day. Heron was coope

refused, but the butler forced his will anyway. Nothing untoward happened that time. Nothing at all except f

s stated, flustered by the fact that the bu

ll? If I remember correctl

garments." He approached him and took the basket out of

that privilege anymore, " Hero

d down the narrow stairs located beside his bedroom hallway. He had tried using this route only once and so he

rposed for the staff of the house. This one led up to the kit

" he mumbled to himself, wishing he h

at it was a storage room. He shrugged his shoulders and w

t for me, ' he though

found that this was a normal bedroom. It was simple and had simple furniture and light fixtures. H

his one is very cle

k of it, I don't know where Sir Her

, he strolled into a door, thinking that it was a walk-in closet or a bathroom. Bu

door, " said he

ed backward and looked at him in confusion. "Why?

Heron answered wi

ous at all! W

u forbid me to open that door anyway?" He shot h

don't want you

hest. "To remind you, I am the master of this house. I

nd looked at the boy with daring eyes. "Be my guest. Open it. But know the consequences first. I will hav

around almost quickly after he said, "The offer is tempting, but no thanks." Taking the basket on his arm, he w

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“"Oh, Marcus, Marcus, Marcus..." the demon drawled. "I don't like how you ignore me earlier you know." "When have I ignored you?" Marcus felt his skin hairs raise when Heron grazed his lips on the plane of his neck. "This lunch." "I didn't!" But then Heron's hand moved to pinch the skin on his chest. This ultimately made Marcus whimper, "Ahh... Sir Heron!" "I couldn't fucking fight this battle anymore, Marcus. I'm done being patient." His hands left the boy's shirt, traversing up and into Marcus' tensed face. "Oh, how I love the way your lips quake Marcus. Let's begin our training shall we?" And with that, Heron closed the gap of their mouths for the first time. ~ 0 ~ With Marcus still deciding if he should pursue becoming an exorcist priest or not, he was left with an ancestral house to care for. He needs all the help he can get to clean the house spic-and-span and the demon general of Infernal Armies, Bael, posing as a human butler, Heron, is willing to help him do so. However, surely enough, cleaning is not the only thing the demon wants to do the whole day... WARNING TO THE READERS: This is a manxboy spin.off story of Marcus and Heron, my supporting characters in SANCTUM. Please don't be confused because this story is in no way related to Sanctum although the names, setting and characters are the same. Think of this as in a parallel universe. Marcus definitely didn't become gay before he became a priest and met Ysabelle in Resurrect Thy Heart. I made this story to satisfy my other readers rooting for Heron and Marcus's relationship. And just as always, I never want to disappoint my readers. So if this story is not for you, then please don't read. However, you'd find a very surprising ending in the end. Thanks!”
1 Chapter 1 Day One: Dusts and Reunion2 Chapter 2 Day Two and Three: Shirts, Steaks and Bunnies Part One3 Chapter 3 Day Two and Three: Shirts, Steaks and Bunnies Part Two4 Chapter 4 Day four, five, six: The Toast, The Siblings and The Secret Room5 Chapter 5 Day six and seven: Marked, Claimed and Feverish6 Chapter 6 Day Eight and Nine: Training The Master7 Chapter 7 Day Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve: Pleasure, Bliss and an Uninvited Guest8 Chapter 8 Day Twelve Part One: Rescue and Fight9 Chapter 9 Day Twelve Part Two: To Have a Second Chance10 Chapter 10 Epilogue