Come bedtime, one predicament arose without even pointing it out. The still-wrapped mattress that Marcus was supposed to use was still leaning on the wall. It was a weighty one since it was a king size.
“Hmm, what do I do with you?” he asked, looking at the huge inanimate object in his front.
Unwrapping the mattress wasn’t a difficult task as it could be done by just one man alone. However, placing it on the four-poster bed frame would be a feat, needing at least six men to carry it from its present position to the intended location across the room.
Putting his arms akimbo, he stared at the towering foam and sighed deeply.
“I may have to ask Sir Heron’s help on this,” he stated to himself after remembering the man’s parting words before he left to choose a room for himself in the first floor, ‘I’m just a call away. You don’t need to knock on my door.’
As if on cue, Marcus felt a cold draft in his back and heard a sudden footfall. He turned to look behind him, and found Heron standing with a white towel wrapped around his waist. “You called for me?” was his question then.
“Oh darn! Sir Heron!” Marcus scrambled to open the gap wider. His back was pressed against the wooden cabinet and his eyes in wide saucers. The hell are you wearing?!
“I didn’t call for you!” he shouted.
“Yes, you did,” Heron answered, tugging a smile on his lips. His face was wet, his hair was wet, and his torso was wet from a shower. His feet was bare and yes, Marcus was flustered seeing how inadequately dressed the butler was. “You said you wanted my help, so here I am, willing to help you.”
“I--I just wanted this mattress installed in that bed frame, that’s all,” was the boy’s shaky reply.
Heron gave him a fleeting glare and quietly scoffed, “Huh, so easy.” He neared the mattress, tore the plastic wrapper in two quick moves and hoisted the huge object up in one arm.
Marcus stared at the sight in awe. “Wow, I feel like my muscles are puny,” he commented, looking at the demon as he crossed the room.
Heron chuckled a lovely tune. “Oh, you’ll get yours when we train again,” was his reply, whilst putting the mattress down on the frame.
Marcus sheepishly smiled. “I don’t think I will have mine like that. I mean, com’n you’re a demon with supernatural strength, Sir Heron.”
“Huh,” Heron straightened and crossed his arms on his chest, “thank you for the compliment, boy.”
“You’re—you’re welcome,” with blushing cheeks he said.
Silence fell abruptly. Both of them stood as they were and waited for the other to speak.
Marcus, finding it awkward, dragged himself into a cabinet and though he didn’t exactly expect to find linens and pillow cases there, he did to his relief.
“Well, uhm, thank you for the help. You can leave now,” he said, not looking at the wet demon.
But Heron didn’t leave. He continued watching the boy as he passed by him and arranged the bed covers and pillow. Marcus was just within his reach, very easy to just push him in the mattress and...
And Heron did without a second thought.
Marcus made a startled gasp when he felt a light push of his back. His face hit the mattress first, his hands making an awkward spread and made the well-fixed linen wrinkle on the edges.
“Goodness, what are you doing?!” he yelled as he rolled to face his attacker.
Heron made a pleased growl as he launched himself on top the boy. His strong arms jailed him in between; their faces in line with each other and one glorious knee touched the boy’s crotch.
Marcus’ breath hitched, his heart beating madly. “I—I mean it Sir Heron, you can leave now.”
The demon though only closed his eyes and whiffed the scent of adolescence clinging in Marcus’ neck. His nose was inches away from the tingling skin and his lips hovered on his earlobe. “I missed you Marcus,” he said gently into his ear, “I really do.”
Marcus cleared his throat. “Huh, don’t joke around,” he said and shifted his head away from him. Hot and tight was his pants now.
“I don’t joke,” was Heron’s hushed reply.
“Won’t you just leave already. You are still wet. The water in your hair is dripping in my face. I bet you were in the middle of your shower when you teleported here.”
The image of Heron showering naked inside the bathroom slipped suddenly on his thoughts. Of all the things, that naked vision wasn’t a welcome for him, but it did produce an angry blush on his cheeks.
What a sight it would be huh?
And then the vision came true.
The demon grinned with playfulness. “You know I was,” he said, still leaning near his ear. Inadvertently, the towel covering his bulging part fell off in Marcus’ waist.
The boy felt heat rush up his head. Not good... Not good!
“Oh, Marcus,” Heron purred, making a trail of his fingers from his jaw, to his throat and down the indent of his collarbone, “the things that I could do to you right now...”
Marcus closed his eyes, unable to keep up with the shooting delightful sensation of his fingers. Does he know that he was sensitive in that part?
And then the sensation abruptly ended. Heron pulled himself out of the mattress and stood up smirking, watching the dumbstruck Marcus.
“Sweet dreams, boy,” he greeted and then disappeared.
Marcus’ stared into blank space, remembering how Heron stood in his beauteous butt form. It was a sight to behold, especially with the magnificent display of his manhood on salute, but it was a thought he’d rather want to bury in the back of his head, and bury it deep.
The white towel Heron had intentionally left was still on his waist. He took it but not knowing what to do, in the end, he just left the fluffy thing at the bottom of the bed.
His breathing was still ragged, so he stood up deciding to take a shower to calm the heightened senses Heron had evoked on him.
The shower didn’t help though, for he never had a good night’s rest after that.
Two days after, the same routine happened. Marcus minded his own business, and so did Heron. The kitchen shined like new and not a grime was seen. The living room was cleaned; its furniture was tidied. The music room adjacent to it was also brought to life; the curtains were changed and the piano wiped of dust.
Yes, as Heron ordered, Marcus did buy the bunny apron and wore it every time he cooks their meals. Though the demon was busy with his chores, Marcus couldn’t help but feel two dark green orbs glancing at him from time to time.
During meal times did they have a decent conversation. Marcus tried to keep the content basic, keeping it close to the cleaning topic as possible and not what had happened to them that night on the first day. Heron was cooperative with it, to Marcus’ lucky relief. But he could never miss out the mischievous glint in the demon’s eyes.
When Marcus started cleaning his bedroom, that’s when Heron teleported and offered his help. The boy adamantly refused, but the butler forced his will anyway. Nothing untoward happened that time. Nothing at all except for the fact that Heron offered to launder his clothes and boxer briefs that were gathered in a laundry basket.
“No, I can do it myself, Sir Heron,” Marcus stated, flustered by the fact that the butler held a heart-printed boxer like a flag.
Heron grinned. “Oh, you will? If I remember correctly Marcus, you hated laundry.”
“Well, I do, but I have the decency to wash my own undergarments.” He approached him and took the basket out of his hands. “I’ll take this to the washroom downstairs.”
“All right, I won’t keep you to that privilege anymore,” Heron stated, putting his hand up.
Marcus gave him a fleeting look and stalked out of the room. Taking a short route to the washroom, he descended down the narrow stairs located beside his bedroom hallway. He had tried using this route only once and so he wasn’t well-acquainted with it yet, especially the twists and turns of the hallways at the end of the stairs.
Once on the first floor, he chose to pass through a hallway purposed for the staff of the house. This one led up to the kitchen and the laundry area quicker than the other opposite it.
“Where is the washroom exactly anyway,” he mumbled to himself, wishing he had asked Heron first before going down.
After finding a door in his right, he opened it and saw that it was a storage room. He shrugged his shoulders and went to open a second which revealed to be the spices room.
‘Now that’s convenient for me,’ he thought to himself, smiling.
He ambled to the third door his eyes had caught sight of. Opening it gently with his free hand, he found that this was a normal bedroom. It was simple and had simple furniture and light fixtures. He placed the basket down a table and walked around the available space, examining the room further.
Odd. For a room, this one is very clean. No dust at all.
And then it hit him. Come to think of it, I don’t know where Sir Heron’s room is. Is this possibly his?
Wanting to find a single evidence or a butler suit maybe to prove that he was right, he strolled into a door, thinking that it was a walk-in closet or a bathroom. But as soon as he twisted the doorknob, Heron materialized in his front with a scowl.
“Don’t open this door,” said he in a grim tone.
“Sir Heron!” Marcus exclaimed, surprised. He stepped backward and looked at him in confusion. “Why? What’s behind that door? Wait. Is this your room?”
“Yes, obviously,” Heron answered with due frankness.
It isn’t obvious at all! What the hell?
“I—I see,” Marcus cleared his throat, “Why do you forbid me to open that door anyway?” He shot his gaze onto the closed door and raised his brows.
“Because I just don’t want you to, understand?”
Marcus put on a stern look and crossed his arms on his chest. “To remind you, I am the master of this house. I have the power to open any spaces as much as I want to.”
Heron stepped away from the door and stated after a cold smirk, “Well... be my guest, master." He bowed low and looked at the boy with daring eyes. “Be my guest. Open it. But know the consequences first. I will have to tie you up and gag you, if you open it. I don’t want you laughing when you see what’s behind this door.”
Suddenly, the threat deflated Marcus’ show of haughtiness. He raised his chin though as a mere facade and turned around almost quickly after he said, “The offer is tempting, but no thanks.” Taking the basket on his arm, he walked out of the room without a backward glance... without seeing that Heron was already smiling from ear to ear.