Sebastian's heart broke as they made love. He could tell there was no passion in Mey-Rin's eyes as she took his thrusts and seed into her body. Her body orgasmed, and she merely sighed as he pulled away, getting up and replacing her clothes where they had fallen, and wondered around the small garden he had planted. He would lay in the bed, alone, cold, and restless, listening to her down below in the kitchen, on the porch, sitting in a chair, book open, but staring. He would wish he was back in Hell. He could take out his anger and hurt on some damned soul and could deal with his own pain. But he bore it, silently, as she bore hers.
"Mey-Rin," he said, grabbing her wrist in the third week of the love-less sex they had every morning and every night. They were going to go to London with the staff to take in a show that Phantom Candies had sponsored for orphans. Ciel had made the offer to assist the orphanages by casting their children in a play about their lives, in hopes that they would attract couples who wished to adopt them.
She turned and he saw the dead eyes of his once alive and emotional pursuer. "Yes?"
"Oh darling," he said, pulling her back on to the bed. "My sweet assassin."
"We need to go," she said coldly, not bothering to acknowledge his pet name for her when he was trying to get her into bed again.
He released her wrist and bit his lip as she walked away. In a flash he was standing, naked, in front of her. "Mey-Rin," he said in a harsh tone. "I need you."
"You had me - twice - this very morning. Surely you can beat your own need," she said, harsh words dripping from her silver tongue. "Why bother? I am not conceiving! You have bound your hopes to me, and my earthly life to a dream. I should simply die and release you of the emotional burden I am!"
He blocked her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "You do anything to harm yourself…"
"What? You eat my soul? Fucking have it!"
She shoved him. He let himself be moved. She beat his chest. He let himself feel the pain. She yelled as she kicked him in the crotch. He doubled over as a wounded man. She elbowed his back, and he went down. She cried and sat down, hard, next to him, curling her legs close to her body and sobbed. He looked up from where he was left sprawling and longed to kiss the salty tears, but dared not move.
Her eyes were red rimmed as she lifted them from her arms thirty minutes later. He could feel the emotions vibrating off of her and wished it was the secret passion they had held for each other, the secret moves they made when they were around each other, the secret looks they pretended the other did not steal. It had been almost a year since he slipped into her room. A year of his emotions being turned on. His feelings being satisfied. His body taking and giving. His mind at rest. And now, now his beloved woman, the reason all of this was happening, was in pain. Utter pain. He had six months to impregnate her and he knew under the best of circumstances it could take longer for his demonic seed to take to her human egg and produce a baby. Produce the change they both so secretly longed for.
"My love," he ventured as she wiped her face. He watched as the watery brown eyes slid towards him and she licked her dry lips. "My dear, love," he said, his disappointment lacing his words.
She launched at him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her breasts tickled his hard chest as he held her close. The sudden warmth in her arms, in the way she turned into his neck, made him smile and his heart break in a new way. Oh he loved her. So deep even the fires of hell would not satisfy him as well as her arms around him, would. The whips and chains would not satisfy the longing as her naked body, pressed so hard to his, would.
"I am so sorry. Please, Sebastian, please, forgive me!"
"Oh my darling, you have been forgiven so many weeks ago. I only wanted to be in the pain with you, not be set against you and have you go through the mindless motions," he whispered into her ear as she cried into his neck. The delicate pricks of her hair flowing into his chest danced as she turned her head. Her hair was getting long now.
"You should have said something."
"I did."
"Oh."
"But I knew you heard none of it because you were in pain. And I gave you space."
She pulled back and he felt the slow rise of determination come back to her body and her eyes. "Don't leave me in that space alone. Please… I am so lonely."
He pulled her tightly to him and breathed in her scent. "I never could leave you. Even if I tried. We have dealt with the pain on our own and are not doing so well."
"No we pretty much messed this up. And we have only been married for three months," she said with a shallow laugh. "And we want eternity together?"
He snorted and kissed her nose lightly. "Ah, my dear Mey-Rin, our lives are unique. As is our love. We want to be together and are willing to sacrifice everything - but I'm not giving up on you and our love to produce a beautiful red-headed little demon."
Her eyes went round. "Will it be a demon?"
He laughed, a real, genuine laugh. "I don't know, but with you as its mother, I think it will be too afraid to come out as a demon."
She looked at him and blinked slowly, as if she was waking up from a dream. "Do you think the young master would mind terribly if we were late for duty?"
The heat was building as he laid her on the floor, his cock growing hungry for her sex. "Not at all," he whispered as he placed his fingers into her, drawing out her wetness, a familiar enough act her body responded. "I just have to tell him I was fucking my wife and he will stop asking questions."
"Sebastian Michaelis!" Mey-Rin scolded. "I hope you don't discuss our personal live with him!"
He lifted and eyebrow. "He is bound to me to give up his soul to me, and that time keeps getting longer. I almost think he enjoys the torture. A tortured demon is a dangerous one," he breathed. "Things slip out. Things are said. Things of delicious sinfulness."
"Oh gods, please, my love!" she whimpered, now bucking into his hand as she once did. "Please!"
He grinned and growled, "What is your pleasure, mistress?"
"Fuck me!"
He licked her ear and purred, "Yes, my mistress."
The house was filled with the solid cries of satisfaction as Sebastian entered his wife, lover, partner for eternity, and drew out her happiness and sadness as he swiftly took her sex with his cock. For the first time he came happily burying his seed deep into his lover, listening to the lewd sound of their bodies slapping together and panting out their proclamations of undying love.
Broken Mey... it's so sad to see her like that... but, well, who wouldn't after all this time? But she has this really handsome and patient guy who will wait for her to come back around. *le sigh*
