Sebastian sought his lover out with the single-mindedness of a man in love. He wanted to take her swiftly in his arms, carry her back to his bed, and finish what he had started. He wanted her to transition. He wanted her forever. He wanted a child.
Baldroy stood in the way of him turning down the small hall to the servant's quarters, away from his own. His arms were crossed and had a hard look on his face. Oh dear, Sebastian thought, I have to deal with him first? Is it not already hard that I have to deal with him at all?
"Baldroy," he addressed the cook.
"Mister Sebastian," he said smoothly back.
The men stood in the hallway, like a stand off. One would win. And odds always favored the demons when faced by humans.
"She has not stopped crying. For three. Whole. Days," he said, punctuating the words by jabs at Sebastian's chest. "What in the name of holy things did you do to make her cry?"
"Why do you assume it was me?"
"Don't play coy, Mister Sebastian. She came out of the bath screaming your name. And I raced up there thinking you had your hands someplace, and she is weeping about how she was sorry and how she just wanted to talk to you."
Sebastian felt the crushing emotions close around his heart and his brain went back to telling him to forget the maid, forget the past five months. It was a toy he had broken and had to cast aside - Baldroy was better for her anyhow.
"I did nothing inappropriate for the situation," he said at last, even while cringing. He had panicked. He had pulled out, he had fled and left her on the floor, almost fully satisfied once more. He had given her his seed and enough of it to become pregnant. He paled. Could she already be with child? He knew that she would welcome his child growing inside her, but… he looked back at the cook. "I need to see her."
"She is crying - again - because I told her you were back."
"If she wished to talk to me, then why would she be crying again?"
"I have no bloody clue! She's a woman!" He barged past Sebastian and threw another look at the butler.
Sebastian turned and walked into his own room, but did not stay there. He turned into his un-bodied, smoky demonic form and floated quickly down the hall and under the closed, locked, bedroom door. He returned to his corporal state and watched as Mey-Rin was indeed sobbing into the pillows. He sat slowly on the side of the bed and placed a hand delicately on the back of his lover.
"Mey-Rin," he whispered.
"Don't tease me, Bard!"
He stiffened. Why would she say his name when it was he who was saying it? Anger boiled and he grabbed his maid and flipped her over so she was staring, startled, into his face. "I am not Baldroy," he growled. "And if he touched you -"
"What? You will run again? You make the young master panic? He was in a frenzy after Bard found me and we realized you had left. You left. For a week no one knew where you had gone. I was… I still am, hurt. No not hurt. Enraged. You promise to give me a child, to make me yours, change me - whatever it was - and you get me to tell you my heart's desire is to have all these things - and with you, only you - and you leave."
She wrenched herself out of his grip and turned away. She slid off the bed on the other side and turned her fierily, reddened eyes towards him. "Go to hell and stay there!"
His anger flared and he leapt across the bed, pinning her hard to the wall, making the small picture of some pastoral scene shake on its nails.
"I did go to Hell. I did want to stay there. I wanted to stay there and punish myself. I needed to punish myself for all the things I feel for you. I am a demon! I am to be feared! And I take in a human into my mind, my body, my heart? Damn you Mey-Rin! I love you. I love you - I love you!" he growled, dark and needy. His emotions came tumbling out even as his form did. "I planned to punish myself for hurting you but I was brought back by the young master. I was brought back because no amount of punishment I can inflict on others, upon me, can compare to the hurt that I cause to you."
Her soft brown eyes were hard and shocked. He wanted to kiss her, rip her apart, slam his cock deep into her body, draw out pleasure, have her utter that she loved him. He wanted his life back before he had met her and let her smile and body stupidly gain control of his own resolve. He wanted their eternity to have started and hold their child, looking deeply in each others eyes as they planned another one. But nothing was said. Nothing moved. He dug his nails into the wooden wall behind her and growled, pushing off and turning away.
"Don't leave," her small voice said in the barest of whispers.
He turned and his heart busted. "I couldn't even if I wanted to."
Her hands clawed at his face as she pulled him down and kissed him. He pulled her close and kissed her back. There was so many unsaid things in the kiss and he simply stood there, kissing her. She undid his shirt, his coat back in his room, and he let her undress him. She was the one he had hurt, she drew out his desire and would be the one to forgive him or not. She stroked his chest, the newly healing lines on his chest and back tinged under her fingertips. Mey-Rin's eyes flashed; if there was punishment to be met, she would inflict more happily. He sighed; he would happily take it all.
"Get on the bed."
He moved and moved onto the bed, stretching on the mattress he had taken her on several times. He stilled his arms as they itched to move to his pants, removing them. Her eyes flashed and she undid her simple dress, slowly letting it flow over her now almost naked body. Her breasts were held up by a severe corset and her sex barely hidden by a small skirt. He smelled her. She was angry, dangerously angry, but she was also aroused. Sebastian licked his lips; his cock suddenly tenting the little room he had in his pants.
"Don't touch me," she commanded as she moved to straddle his hips, her sex on his cock, the fabric straining to reach and slip inside her warm body. "I hate you."
She slapped him, firm and with meaning. The sting was like the one he had received when he had scolded her in this very room for her foul language. Now they freely took the commoners tongue when they took each other. She reached above him, her straining breasts in his sight and he drank in the round globes of flesh as they passed above him. His cock started weeping. She sat back and huffed, feeling the slight wetness and stiffness in his pants. Her hands revealed the riding crop he had hidden in her room.
"You will not touch me unless I ask," she said, the crop now singing in the air. "You hurt me so much. You don't want to have me with child - but I could already be, couldn't I?"
He nodded solemnly.
"Do you want me to be?"
"Yes," he hissed as the crop landed on his cheek. "I want you so badly to carry my child and we can be together."
She slammed the crop down on his already bruised chest, making him wince. "I could be carrying a demon baby. I could be empty. I could be anything but together at this point."
The crop came down again in the same spot, but his wincing was from her words, not the pain of his flesh.
"I love you - deeply."
"And I love you," she said, slapping him again and grounding herself against his erection. "But I can't be with a man who doesn't trust me with his feelings."
"Mey-Rin, I have - I just…" he paused and grabbed her by the waist, flipping her and pinning her to the bed, breaking her command. "Your status here matters. If the staff or the young master suspected we were lovers," he drew out the word, making her shutter, "we would both be in trouble. You are a lady, I am a demon. These are not acceptable things one thinks of as being together."
"But no one knows you are a demon," she pointed out, trying to gather enough strength to get from under his body.
"The young master and you are the only ones, yes. But Baldroy and Finnian do not know. They fear me as a butler, not as a demon. I love you as a demon and a butler, and wish to take you right here as both," he said, kissing her roughly. "We made a promise and had not thought of the consequences. If you are pregnant, how could I protect you? I can't - you would be seen as a loose woman who became pregnant while in London. I didn't think of securing you to me in human terms, only in my own demon ones, and in our mutual desire to continue to be together."
She stilled as he talked, explaining his actions as best as he could. "If the staff and the young master knows we want to be together, would that make it better? Would you feel better?"
He blinked down at his lover. A human caring about his feelings? A human craving his harsh words and touch still and wanting him? "I want you happy and not have a blemish on your reputation."
"But, if I am yours forever, and I assume demons last forever, would my reputation right now matter?"
He smiled and kissed her softly. "No, I suppose not."
"You are a uniquely old fashioned, Sebastian Michaelis." She giggled, and added cheekily, "for an old man."
He snorted and shifted, her sigh letting him know she appreciated his reminder that his body was not old. "I have had my share of delights of the flesh. I have taken my fair share of souls. I have been messy and dirty. But, I rather like the delicate and delicious. I'm not old fashioned," he said, raising an eyebrow and looking down at her straining breasts and licking his lips. "I'm simply cultured."
Her laughter tumbled out of her mouth, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Well, that explains many things, Mister Sebastian."
"My dear Mey-Rin, am I forgiven for my horrid behavior?"
"Can I have your cock in me and get me pregnant?"
Sebastian had to order a whole new suit and corset over the weekend after his pants and his lovers delicate fabric were ripped to shreds and he did his best to fulfill his lovers requests.
