Chapter Eleven
Dracius said nothing but walked over, taking Sebastian by the arm and forcing him out of the bed to stand in front of the elder demon. The taller man looked up and down the butler's smaller body and saw that he was, in fact, pregnant. He sighed and looked over at the earl, his eyes analyzing everything about him.
Ciel sat up and got out of the bed, taking Sebastian back into his arms, glaring at the unknown man as he held the demon butler protectively. "Who are you and why are you here?" He asked icily.
"Do forgive me, human. I am Dracius, and I have come for my son." He replied, mimicking the earl's tone mockingly.
Ciel frowned as the demon smirked at him. He looked over at Sebastian, who Dracius seemed to know as Cygnus, looking for explanation. Sebastian made eye contact with the earl and automatically knew what he was thinking and what he wanted.
"When I was but a toddler, my biological parents figured they couldn't take care of me anymore, so they abandoned me on the street. Dracius found me about a week later and took me in as his own. He's been my father figure ever since." Sebastian replied calmly, not wanting a fight to break out between his father and his lover.
Ciel nodded, understanding though it hurt him a bit to hear that Sebastian had been abandoned at such a young age. He couldn't help but picture a smaller version of Sebastian toddling around the streets helplessly, not knowing what was going on or what to do, slowly starving and lonely. He shook the horrid image out of his head and turned back to Dracius.
"So, you are the man who's impregnated my son, marking him as your mate," Dracius observed, sizing Ciel up. "Let me be absolutely frank with you, Ciel Phantomhive, until you prove to me you are worthy of my son, I shall not recognize you as his mate. Until that time you are only the man who got him pregnant." He said icily, staring daggers into him.
Ciel nodded, understanding, though he didn't like the new barrier standing between himself and his lover. He guessed he could understand though, only wanting the best for your son or daughter.
Sebastian shifted his weight awkwardly and looked up at Dracius, not saying anything or knowing what to do. Dracius smiled down at him, turning soft. "Cygnus, my son, until the time Mr. Phantomhive proves to me that he's worthy, I'd feel better if you slept in your own room." He said gently, rubbing his son's shoulder.
Sebastian nodded, feeling rather like a child again. He gave one last apologetic look at Ciel, really hoping the earl understood, before moving out of the large bedchambers and to his own bedchambers down the stairs, in the servant's wing.
Ciel watched him go sadly before looking back up at Dracius. "I suppose you'll be staying with us for a while then, sir?" he said, trying his best to be polite so he could prove to him that he was absolutely worthy of Sebastian.
"Yes, I will. I plan on being here when my son goes into labor." Dracius replied, just as politely. He turned on his heel and moved to meet Sebastian down in his room, bidding Ciel a silent 'goodnight'.
Ciel climbed back into his bed, which felt so empty without Sebastian in it. He snuggled into the warmth from his butler that still lingered in the mattress before slowly falling back asleep.
Sebastian had just climbed into his smaller bed, his heart lurching with sudden loneliness. He pulled the blanket over his shoulders, shivering a bit, missing Ciel's warmth by his side. He heard a soft knocking on the door and looked up. "Come in." he called before laying his head back on his pillow.
Dracius walked into the room, smiling gently down at his son, who had curled up underneath the blanket, his arms cradling his swollen stomach. He sat himself down in the chair that sat beside the bed. "You really like this human, don't you, Cygnus?" he asked quietly, looking into his eyes.
Sebastian nodded silently, growing tired quickly. Dracius nodded, feeling a bit guilty.
"I see. I'm sorry if I've saddened you by taking you away from him, then. Please know, I'm doing this for your own good." He said quietly, gently rubbing Sebastian's shoulder.
Sebastian smiled reassuringly at his father and yawned. Dracius got the hint and pressed a small kiss to his son's forehead before bidding him goodnight. He watched as the younger demon slowly fell asleep, his arms never leaving their position around the ever-growing bump on his stomach.
