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Part 3: The Lay

Gundham closed the door to the room as Izuru shed his clothes in a frenzy, suddenly much too hot for comfort. He groaned, curling his hands into the sheets of the nest when a light contraction rippled through him, muscles contracting hard around the unborn eggs. He settled onto his knees in the nest, propping himself on the side with his palms and looking at Gundham, completely dazed.

"What -- what's wrong with me?" He asked, voice high. "Why do I feel like this?"

"This is normal," Gundham replied. He rested next to Izuru, reaching towards him. "May I touch you?"

"I don't care," Izuru groaned, closing his eyes. "But -- I thought -- wasn't this supposed to hurt?"

"No. Dragon births and human ones are not the same," Gundham explained. He gently ran a hand along Izuru's spine, rubbing his back while he studied him. "Try to relax. You need to dilate before you can push."

"I -- ah -- don't want to push yet," Izuru whimpered as Gundham gently pushed a finger into him to check his cervix. "Ah, that..."

"Relax," Gundham ordered. "Breathe. You are well dilated, but not far enough yet." He pulled his finger out, and Izuru shuddered. "Get comfortable, get into a position you would like to lay in. I would, actually, suggest staying in the position you are in currently. Gravity will assist you, and the eggs will come much easier."

To tell the truth, Izuru was barely listening by now, panting and groaning softly as he closed his eyes. He hadn't expected it to feel like this, not at all. He had expected pain, but now all he felt was pleasure, immense pleasure he had never felt before. The contractions grew stronger over the next hour while Izuru rested his head on his arms, breathing in and out like Gundham instructed him to. At one point, Javert came home and did try to enter, but Izuru snarled ferally and snapped his teeth, instinct driving him away.

As soon as he was gone, Gundham checked Izuru's dilation once more, then soothed him gently when he pulled out. "Alright, you are there now. Relax. When you feel ready, push."

Izuru trembled when Gundham pulled his hand away. "Please -- keep touching me," he whimpered, legs trembling. He could feel fluid starting to drip from him, lubricating his entrance to make the eggs' passage that much easier. What he really wanted was stimulation, but he was embarrassed enough already, and didn't want to ask that of Gundham. "Just rub my back. It helps."

The other man nodded, gently rubbing between his shoulder blades, down to the middle of his back, and then a little lower, rubbing where the eggs had rested for so long. Izuru groaned, spreading his legs and angling his hips downwards, preparing for the inevitable.

Another contraction crawled through him, slow and easy, building up to a strong peak. Izuru pushed, gently, as he was instructed to, gasping when he felt one of the eggs move and slip into place behind his cervix. He felt open, exposed as he moaned, a little louder than before, finally giving into his body's natural urges and the pleasure overwhelming him. When the contraction ended, he stopped pushing to breathe, to just feel what was happening. Even so, he still felt so ashamed, and his face burned while Gundham rubbed circles on his back. But, he didn't ask him to stop.

He had a feeling he wasn't going to.

Izuru fell into a rhythm, allowing the contraction to build to a strong peak, then pushing, then releasing to breathe. Slowly, slowly, the egg descended into his birth canal, and Izuru gasped as it stretched him out, pushing against his sensitive spots.

"G-Gundham," he stuttered, legs shaking as he tried to hold it back. "Gundham, I'm -- going to --"

"Let it happen," Gundham told him. "No one here is going to judge you."

He let out a sigh of relief, quickly followed by a loud, long moan as his body contracted around the egg inside of him. A part of him couldn't believe it, and the rest of him just didn't care. If this was what it took for him to reach orgasm, so be it. He kept pushing shortly after, rocking his hips and forcing the egg down lower and lower, until...

"Alright, push a little slower," Gundham instructed. "I can see the first one now. Easy. Your body needs time to stretch."

Izuru knew nothing except what his body told him, so he swallowed and nodded, following Gundham's advice and easing up on his pushes. He bit his lip, squeezed his eyes shut when he felt the egg poke him open, as he started to finally lay the clutch that had rested heavy inside of him for four months. He shifted, getting his hips lower to the ground, legs spread wide to help the egg along. He gave a soft little yelp as his body pushed on its own, the egg stretching him wider and wider. He kept expecting pain, but none came.

"You are doing fine," Gundham assured him. "Continue as you are doing. Once the first is laid, the others will come more quickly." He paused for a moment as his jaw tightened, but in the state Izuru was currently in, he didn't notice. He gave a desperate wail, toes curling with pleasure as he pushed, and pushed, and pushed. Gundham's free hand slipped behind him, supporting the crowning egg as it began to fully emerge. And then, finally, there came a quiet pop, and the egg slid free of its father's body.

Izuru fell into a gasping heap in the nest. "Is it alright?" He whimpered. "It -- it isn't --"

"It is fine," Gundham assured him, allowing him to see it. As it had been laid in Light territory, it was a Light egg, glowing brightly and warm to the touch. "Dragon eggs are quite hardy. They do not break easily before they are ready to hatch."

Gently, Izuru took the egg from Gundham's hands, only able to stare at it for a moment. This was his child, he had nurtured it and grown it within himself, and now it was here. His throat closed and his eyes watered with an emotion he couldn't place as he held it close to his bare chest, feeling how warm and alive it was.

He never wanted to let it go.

There was a short break in his contractions, so Izuru rested on his side, keeping the egg close to him in the nest, watching as the small dark shape of what he assumed to be a Coatl moved inside of it. He felt oddly protective over the little life inside of it, and when Gundham moved a bit closer, Izuru growled at him.

"Easy, easy," Gundham soothed him. "I will not take it, I will not touch it. The moments after laying are important for parent and child, you will need to bond with your offspring."

"I... I thought I would hate them," Izuru murmured. "But... instead I wish to protect them. What is this?"

"Love," Gundham answered simply. "You feel an attachment to the offspring you have birthed. That is not uncommon and nothing to be ashamed of." He gently pet Izuru's back. "You will feel protective over them even after they have hatched. They will be vulnerable and need your care for quite some time."

Izuru stayed curled around the egg for as long as he could, until light contractions began to grip him again. He carefully tucked the egg away into a far corner of the nest, then returned to his previous position to lay the next.

Gundham was right. After the first, the rest came faster and easier. The first one had stretched him well, and as he no longer needed to wait to dilate anymore, the others were quick to engage and move down his cervix. He felt the fear and shame start to melt away, and by the third egg he had given in to the pleasure he felt. By the time the sixth egg came, he was barely pushing, and only managed to grunt out "Catch it" to Gundham before it slipped out of him.

He relaxed when it was over, coming down from his high and curling around his brood once more, arranging each egg carefully. Izuru rested an arm around them, at peace for the first time in his life. He half-closed his eyes, watching as Gundham cleaned the nest, removing the dirty sheets and replacing them.

No sooner had he finished, though, than a muffled groan left his clenched teeth, and Gundham fell to his knees, much like Izuru had only a few hours earlier. He panted, then moaned softly, covering his mouth with his hand to quiet himself.

"Gundham," Izuru started to say, softly. "How long have you been in labor?"

Gundham shook his head. "A... a little before I found you. But you were in more urgent need of help, so I..." Another soft moan. "So I helped you first. I seem to have -- have miscalculated how long it would take to dilate."

Although Izuru didn't want to leave the freshly laid clutch, Gundham was going to need him, and the eggs would be fine without him for a few hours. So, Izuru stood, pulled on a clean loose shirt and helped his housemate to his feet. Gundham's legs shook, but he insisted he could walk, so Izuru let him, even though it took a little longer to get him back to his nest in the living room.

Javert had curled up on the couch, but as soon as he saw him, Gundham's odd-eyes flashed and he curled his lip. "Out," he snarled. "Out of the den."

The Coatl looked worried for a moment. "But --"

"Out," Gundham barked out, louder and more forceful. "You do not wish for me to come over there." As Izuru helped to lower him into the nest, Javert wisely took his leave. As soon as his knees hit the floor, Gundham eased himself onto his side, panting softly.

It was time, Izuru supposed, to be helpful.