The Black Saint is My StalkerCh135 - Maybe he was being a bit unfair

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The world slowed to a halt when the arm stopped Han Li’s advance. His pulse was in his skull when he looked up, seeing the concern and upset plastered across Graham’s face. EdBAc8

He blinked rapidly, taking a moment to understand the situation. Han Li straightened. He must have looked like a mess. “I-I…” he began, trying to find the right words to string together. “I lost control.”

Not a good explanation, by far.

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“I can see that,” Graham sighed. There was something in his voice, his face that painted disappointment. Han Li could feel his heart dropping all the way down to his stomach. His head really, really fucking hurt.

He shook his head, his hair swung wildly. “I— Shit. There was an incubus.” f9KtJy

Graham perked up, but the frown on his face remained. “An incubus. I thought you were out with your friends.”

“I was! But… I don’t know…an incubus showed up. I didn’t realize until it was too late.”

“Too late,” Graham repeated.

“Y-Yeah. Fuck I almost—” Ugh. Whatever. At least no one saw anything inside the hotel room. “I got rid of him. And I lost control. So I— I came back.” Han Li panted between his words, his breath still ragged as though he had run a hundred miles and more.

Graham scowled, feeling a headache forming the more Han Li spoke. He reached up and rubbed the spot between his eyes hoping that it would bring him reprieve because from what he understood was the following:

Han Li went to see his friends, met with an incubus, brought the demon to a hotel room before dispatching it. And also came home with swollen lips and a neck covered in love bites and simmering miasma that polluted the entire penthouse.

The Saint of Eternity sighed deeply, trying to quell the dark emotion that threatened to rise in his heart. “I see. So you’ve returned to me to have your miasma dispelled.”

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Han Li felt a stab. But he had no idea why. So he replied stupidly, “Yeah.” mW09dA

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Han Li hesitated, noting that the Saint of Eternity’s posture was stiffer than usual. What…? Did he do something wrong? But Graham told him to come over didn’t he? Han Li fought against the strange anxiety that he felt, and closed the distance between them.

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Divine power funneled down his throat and he lapped it up hungry despite the splitting pain that felt like it was tearing his body apart from the inside out. He trembled and whined against Graham’s lips, hating the distance between them, hating that he didn’t have Graham’s familiar form to lean against. S9r4dP

But it was too selfish of a request and he couldn’t swallow his pride to make it. Han Li only stood there awkwardly, receiving the usual dose of divine power that kept him feeling sated, full. That kept the hunger, the wrath and the insanity at bay. But he’d be an idiot not to notice how this kiss was unlike the others that he had shared with Graham. For it was cold, almost mechanical and hurt Han Li more than the throbbing pain of his aching soul.

When they finally parted, a glistening bit of saliva connected their lips. Han Li stared at it absently, watching it break before his consciousness failed him, and he fell like a puppet without strings.

Graham caught him before he fell, his face masked with a dark and complicated expression. He sighed deeply, unsure of how he felt, but first things first. He needed to bring Han Li to bed.

The kid reeked of alcohol, but that shouldn’t be a problem with his nature. Graham carried him up the stairs. sdbXW

But that darkness that he held in his heart did not go away so easily. Was it jealousy that Graham felt? He wasn’t too sure. Because Han Li’s room was rather messy, and Graham felt bad leaving him in the guest room, their normally shared master bedroom felt like the only choice.

Han Li was always really pretty when he slept, and all his anxiety and worries disappeared from his face, making him appear youthful and relaxed. Graham, familiar as he was, changed Han Li out of his clothes, not even noticing that the jacket that Han Li wore was originally his own.

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But seeing the expanse of marks on Han Li’s torso only made Graham’s heart stir even more. He sighed again, mostly at himself.

The truth was, they had never discussed their relationship to be exclusive. It was never part of the equation— because Graham didn’t realize it would affect anything between them. 4rt lH

He didn’t realize that he would have cared. That he would loathe to see Han Li with another person.

Berating himself for his own foolishness, Graham quickly found a set of clothes for Han Li to sleep in, hand-me-downs from his own closet, because Han Li never bought sleepwear for himself, preferring to steal items from Graham instead. And Graham, being a fool, grew used to this arrangement.

They needed to talk about this later, Graham realized. If Han Li didn’t want to be exclusive…

Then Graham would have to cut off their current physical relationship. He did not feel sound with it. Did not think it was right. pYTLP3

His heart clenched and Graham quietly brushed the hair out of Han Li’s face, neatly tucking the strands behind his ear.

Dread took hold but it was an emotion that Graham didn’t mind shouldering. Just because he would have to cut off their current arrangement, did not mean that their friendship would have to end. Because compared to sharing Han Li’s body, Graham despised even more the idea of letting him go completely.

It was a strange feeling, he gathered. Graham wondered if the emotion was one spurred on by the loneliness of immortality. He chuckled bitterly at himself, for not even centuries could remedy the foolishness of his own heart.

But no matter how much he loathed partings, Graham knew more than anyone the power of their inevitability. So he could only do his best to assure that such partings were at least made without too much grief. l89IZv

“Always such trouble, aren’t you, my heart?” Graham said to the sleeping person who had no way of hearing or answering him. Maybe he was being a bit unfair.

In hindsight, perhaps he should have never been tangled with this little half-demon like he had, greedily basking in the intoxicating feeling of his touch, his heat beneath Graham’s palms.

Lightly chiding himself, Graham stood from the bed. Though this was his own room, he left it that night and slept in the guest room after taking a shower, making sure to scrub away the remnants of sea salt and caramel off his body.

When Han Li woke the next morning, he felt terribly cold, and desperately clutched the blankets around him, breathing in familiar scents. Even though his mind and heart hadn’t yet understood, his body knew that something had changed. a0CuxX

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When Franz woke, he was sore all over, his throat parched beyond belief. His mind was heavily muddled and the room he was locked in was dark.

Wait no, this was his room. Yet why did he feel so terribly uncomfortable in his own abode? He tried to move and it soon became clear. Chains rattled, startling him awake. He craned his gaze, his vampiric eyes cut through the darkness with ease. The shackles around his limbs were dark, almost black with a slight crimson sheen. There were shackles of blood, and the source was one that he knew of intimately.

Franz’s mind swam with confusion. dTJ30K

Why would his master keep him chained like this? Like he was some rabid animal, or a corrupted blood newly turned. He was centuries old, for heaven’s sake! And hadn’t experienced bloodthirst in ages yet!

When he tugged against the chains, he confirmed that it wasn’t some sort of prank, he was really stuck there. Not only were blood shackles incredibly difficult to break, but they also severely limited his strength. Franz was no stronger than a normal human, and the bed on which he lay was more than enough to keep him in place.

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Whimpering, he closed his eyes, trying to work through the headache to recall what led up to this situation in the first place. It was then that a wispy cloud of rouge invaded the room. Its shape morphed into that of a man’s and Iszak quickly stepped out to join his servant’s bedside.

“Franz,” his voice was unusually hurried but a pitying smile took to his lips. “I’m sorry, my child, for keeping you like this. But it is for your own good.” rGHDa1

“W-What? Have you gone mad?” Franz asked daringly, used to speaking up against his master. His eyes reflected as much anger as confusion. “…Master?”

“…” Iszak sighed deeply. “Please wait here. I shall go and seek the nemesis who dared to mark you with their dirty paws. Once it is safe, I shall set you free.”

“…? What are you talking about?” Franz’s anger turned to worry. His master was…going to hunt? The lazy young lord of the Meglatoras clan? That couldn’t be a good sign. “Wait! Take me with you, I—“

“No.” Iszak snapped sternly, his eyes narrowing. “I will not let you get close to whatever that thing is. You will remain here, child, as it is my wish. But first, you must eat.” UT5Gam

The noble blood rolled his sleeve, presenting his arm to Franz.

A telling hunger swarmed within him and his throat itched for moisture, but Franz pulled away nonetheless. “Master, this is ridiculous. Please. Whatever the issue is, let me help. After all, I am your servant!”

Iszak clicked his teeth in clear displeasure. The sharp gaze in his eyes alone was enough to send chills down Franz’s spine. “Drink,” he commanded.

Franz’s body jolted from the compulsion, his jaw unhinging without his consent and he bit down on Iszak’s arm. Sweet, delicious blood filled him and he missed the chilling warmth on Iszak’s face. “That’s it. Drink up my child, so that you won’t be hungry while I’m gone.” nGB2v1

Franz was completely powerless, watching his master leave without him.

Author: *readies self for the pitchforks* ……………………………… T___T ugh ugh pleaseeeee guys, please have some trust is me AHHHHH ;-; this is important for character development and stuff *vague hand gestures* Seriously though, seriously….I’m super excited for the future of this arc so I ask that you have patience with the story I promise it’ll be fun!!