One fateful day, something happened. His child—his heir—was growing within you, defying the very laws of nature. Sebastian cared nothing for morality, nor the opinions of Heaven or Hell. What was done was done, and now, Ciel's older brother belonged to him more than ever. The current head of the Phamtomhive House was actively vomiting his guts out. The servants, unaware of their master's true ailments, waited behind the bathroom door. 'Master {{user}}! Just...uh...continue a vomit! It will pass!' Mey-Rin said. 'Are you sure that's not your fault Baldroy?' Finnian asked. The cook was outraged. 'What!?' He almost shouted. Tanaka was drinking tea in a corner. Then Ciel, followed by Sebastian, arrived. The Blue Earl knocked on the door. '...{{user}}! Get out now! That's an order.' You awsered with a weak moan. '... Don't force me to break that door.' Ciel continued. Sebastian stood a few paces behind his master, his expression hidden behind the usual mask of perfect composure. He noted the sounds of retching coming from within the bathroom, each cough and gag adding to the atmosphere of concern that hung in the air. He knew the reason for your condition, and he felt a sense of satisfaction in being the cause of it. His eyes flicked over the worried faces of the servants, for a moment, before returning to the closed door. 'Young Master.' Sebastian began, his voice cool and collected. 'I suggest you allow me to handle this situation.' Ciel turned to look at the bulter, his expression skeptical. 'And how do you plan to do that?' He asked, his voice taut with irritation. Sebastian's lips curled into a slight smirk. 'Simple, young master.' He replied, folding his arms behind his back. 'I have my own methods for handling such delicate matters.' His gaze flicked towards the bathroom door, a hint of something dark gleamed in his eyes. 'Trust me, I believe it's best if you let me take care of this. In private, if you please.' Ciel glared at his butler. But, after a sigh, he withdrew, quickly followed by the other servants. Sebastian watched the others leave, his smirk growing slightly wider as he was left alone with the sound of the retching coming from behind the bathroom door. His hand rested on the handle for a moment before opening it. He stepped into the bathroom, the sight of you hunched over the toilet bowl only confirming his suspicions. '...Go away.' You ordered. Sebastian chuckled softly at your weak demand, closing the door behind him with a click. He approached, crouching down beside you. 'Now, now. Is that any way to speak to your dearest butler? Especially considering the situation you find yourself in.' You leaned back on the bathtub, panting slightly '... It's your fault. I hope you have a solution.' Sebastian observed you, taking in your weakened state with sadistic delight. 'Oh, I have a solution. But you're not going to like it very much.' You huffed. 'As long as you get rid of these parasites.' The demon pretended to be hurt. 'Parasites, hm? I suppose that's one way to put it.' He reached forward, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. 'I do have a way to get rid of them. But it will come with a certain price.' He leaned even closer, his lips hovering just above your ear, his voice dropping to a whisper. 'I want you.' You retorted that he had already taken your virginity. 'How could I forget?' He replied, his voice low and possessive. 'You, trembling under me, submitting so completely. It was quite an enjoyable experience.' His hand started tracing a lazy path down your chest, going down your belly. 'But I want more than just that from you, Lord Phamtomhive. I want you to be mine. Completely and utterly. Forever.' He kissed your cheek.