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The man pressed against his torso was quietly snoring while he was making a list of things, sometimes looking into the book, making sure that he hadn’t missed anything. The white-haired man raised his eyes and stared at the wall, examining the puzzle hanging on it, assembled several months ago. He was pulled out of his thoughts by movement from below — yellow eyes of the man were looking at him from there.
— You need to eat. — Deon slightly grimaced, looking back with a disappointed gaze.
This demon has been forcing him to eat more than he was used to for a long time already. Can this be useful at all if he is “in position”?
— I’m not hungry. — Cavert didn’t even blink, continuing to look into his eyes, only with a slightly dissatisfied expression on his face.
The older man wrapped Deon with both arms, rising higher. Deon looked at the other for another moment, and then turned away from him, rolling onto his side.
He won’t retreat so easily, will he? — Deon shoved the list of things under the demon’s nose, stopping his next movement. Maybe he should have kicked him as well, but he had to refrain from that.
— Is that all?
— Yes.
The demon king shifted his gaze from the paper to his wife, but to his disappointment, he couldn’t see his face. He moved the sheet in his hand with the help of magic, and at the same moment the world in front of the human changed. The older man seated him onto his torso, brightly smiling at the picture that opened up.
The demon Arut looked at him in confusion with still puffed cheeks, like a child’s, and the guy’s hands were clutching the nightshirt on his chest from the loss of support in space.
He really does need to eat more. — Despite the fact that the guy was fully sitting on him, the weight was barely comparable to an average person.
«Arut~» The demon wrapped the guy around the waist and pulled him closer to himself, laying his head on his own shoulder. «why are you so light, even if you’re carrying a child? Aren’t pregnant ones supposed to eat more? You eat for two.»
Deon froze for a moment, but then relaxed and allowed himself to be laid the way the older one wanted.
— The child is still small, he doesn’t have to create much additional weight.
— Hm, then today I’ll ask Ben about this. If it turns out that you’re under-eating, I’ll start controlling it.
— As if you don’t already do that. — The human buried himself deeper into the shoulder in displeasure, so as not to let his husband see his facial expression.
From the very beginning it was surprising that they were able to conceive a child at all. Cavert used some kind of magic so that his body changed at his whim. In the end, he is a man! And he cannot be pregnant!
Before, the demon often kept saying something about children, but when he started refuting his words, the other only acted capricious, bringing up the topic of what kind of children they could have. It was very irritating, but soon he learned to ignore absolutely all words of the demon that irritated him, going into meaningless thoughts.
Deon bent his leg at the knee and lowered it onto the bed so as not to accidentally fall off the demon. He slightly turned his head, giving himself a field of view. One of his hands rose higher, already winding a black strand around his finger; lately he had developed too many habits of constantly fiddling with something.
— Why don’t you want to bring back long hair? — The question was simple, but the sharp change of topic had to be caused by something. Sometimes he still couldn’t understand what was going on in that beautiful head.
— They require meticulous care, I don’t want to do that.
— Then I should cut my hair too. — Over several years his hair had grown to a decent length, and, as Cavert said, it required care, only he almost never did it himself; maybe he braided it sometimes, but all other procedures were done by anyone except him.
— No.
— Why?
“If you want to cut your hair because of discomfort, then cut it, but you drew conclusions after I said that I was tired of taking care of mine.”
Cavert hugged the guy, pressing him closer to himself, somewhere distantly stroking his back.
Deon lifted his head, peering into the demon’s eyes with misunderstanding on his face. The hand that had been winding hair pulled the demon’s strand, probably causing discomfort.
— You just said that you don’t like taking care of hair.
— I did. But that was about my hair. Just because they’re yours, I like playing with them.
«…»
Deon finally let go of the demon’s strand and was about to drop his head back down, because his neck had already started to hurt, but right before that something touched his forehead. Cavert kissed him, after which he instinctively pretended to be dead. He dramatically turned his head to the side, closed his eyes and, possibly even more dramatically, stuck his tongue out of his mouth.
«The dead aren’t bitten.» right? Not in our case.
Push him off the bed? Hit him? Bite him?
Stab him.
No! Not now.
And while Deon was throwing ideas back and forth with himself, the demon still opened one eye to check that the prolonged silence wasn’t a sign of fainting. And at that moment he met his wife’s gaze, pulling him out of his thoughts.
Deon jumped up sharply, pulling the pillow out from under his husband’s head. He straightened, sitting so that it would be convenient to beat the other. Several pillow strikes landed on his face, while he barely defended himself, covering with his hands and choking on his own laughter.
Arut, with a reddened face, was sitting on him, trying to beat him with a soft object also using physical force.
Perhaps such a reaction happened because of the restructuring of the body during pregnancy, but before he definitely wouldn’t have reacted so hot-temperedly. Or was he holding the desire back? In any case, it wasn’t something terrible, but rather entertaining, so he didn’t mind.
Another strike landed on him, and the exhausted Deon leaned back, falling onto the bed between Cavert’s legs. Trying to catch his breath, he muttered something unintelligible and stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily.
Several minutes passed, and they were enough for Cavert to calm down and stop chuckling, and for Deon to catch his breath, still examining the ceiling as an example of something interesting.
— And what will we name the child?
For a moment silence hung in the room. Cavert smiled and changed position, lying down next to Deon and hugging him.
— I didn’t think about it. Maybe you have some preferences in names?
— No. I generally thought that you had already thought through such an important part long ago. After all, to rave about this for two years and not come up with a child’s name is strange.
— Ha-ha, really? Then maybe you’ll come up with one? After all, you somehow have more specialization in this, demons usually come up with names for themselves.
— … I don’t know. Essentially, he will be from the line of demon kings, right?
— Half.
— Then what about waiting until he’s born and choosing a name then, when we’ll see not only the sex, but also the appearance?
— Then that’s what we’ll do. I have no objections.
Deon nodded and curled up, hugging the man in return, but bumping into him with an already slightly protruding stomach, frowned.
— This is uncomfortable. I’m already practically sure that after this child you won’t wait for another one. And the birth hasn’t even happened yet.
Deon bumped the demon’s chest with his head, expressing his huge displeasure, to which the older man only laughed, pressing the human’s head closer to himself.
«Ha-ha, I was hoping for at least three, but what can you do.» Cavert gathered all the guy’s tousled hair together, sorting through the strands one by one.
— Are you sure you’ll manage with one?
— We’ll find out soon. – A gentle smile lit up the man’s face, and Deon, looking at it, burrowed into the man’s body even deeper, no longer allowing himself to look up.
«You’re stupid. You can’t treat living beings so lightly, especiall» The human lightly kicked him with his elbow. «your own child.»
Cavert froze after hearing the human’s words. Indeed, Arut himself adhered to this rule: not just treating lightly — he often spilled the blood of enemies unwillingly. That was exactly where they truly differed.
— I’m sorry. — This time his voice sounded serious. He kissed Deon on the top of his head and continued: — I was wrong and I won’t do that again.
The human fell silent for a moment, and then spoke quietly, possibly without purpose, just to be heard.
— You’re strange now…
Cavert was already imagining puffed cheeks and confusion in the eyes on that beautiful face.
— I’ll try to atone for my guilt.
Before, the beautiful commander didn’t even want to see him, often avoiding him. Comparing that dissatisfied, emotionless face when he did find him with the current Deon, it seemed terrifying.
Still, to carve out a place for himself in the heart of this small human, he had to put in a lot of effort, and to take a step in the relationship, he has to sweat no less. How he resisted informal communication, and the wedding?
And only after four, seemingly quite short years, but stretching like millennia, did the human finally begin to trust him, allowing him to do with him whatever he pleased. And he became like this only for him and for him.
The game had gone too far long ago, but it was definitely good for him. There is a secret that can destroy everything, but can he allow his precious one to learn about it?
Of course not.