Kuwabara screamed in pain, and when the contraction ended, he pulled himself away from Kurama. Kurama just closed the distance. Kuwabara growled deeply, which turned into the helpless cry of pain that came out of his lips. Kuwabara pulled his legs to his chest, and he felt the ripping, but suppressed the cry of pain. Kuwabara held onto Yusuke's hands, Kurama sitting helplessly. Had it been that bad of him to want them out?
Kuwabara panted heavily, and tried to catch his breath. Kurama stood, and got some water, he wasn't going away, and he wasn't just going to watch as his kits got birthed. After a few rejection from Kuwabara, Kurama returned to his legs, and saw the crown of the kit's head. Long orange hair, white ears. Kurama felt it was far enough out to pull the baby out, and latched in to it. Kurama pulled gently, making sure not to harm Kuwabara or the Kit.
Kurama pulled the Kit out, and grabbed the scissors, tying it quickly, and drying the kit off. Kurama quickly put some oil on the slits, making so it wouldn't heal over.
Kuwabara nuzzled the kitten tiredly, this was number two. Kuwabara pet the tail softly, the kit nuzzling into Kuwabara's face, effectively marking him. Yusuke kissed the baby's cheek, and the kit held up his arms to him, wanting to be picked up. It seemed that the kit's understood that it was okay to have 3 parents.
Kurama crawled up to Kuwabara's face, and kissed him softly.
"Sorry, babe." Kurama whispered. "Tell me when you're good to go."
Kuwabara smiled, and kissed Kurama deeply. The five snuggled together for ten minutes before Kuwabara's water broke all on his own. Kuwabara growled, he'd been able to supress the contractions when the kits weren't actively coming out, but now... now was a different story. Kuwabara yelped in surprise, his hands traveling down to reveal little to no pain. Kuwabara sat back after the contraction was done. Kurama nuzzled the boy's stomach.
"Will I ever get my shape back?" Kuwabara asked.
"Normally withing 24 to 48 hours, yes." Kurama nodded.
"Then in two days we'll see how I feel about sex." Kuwabara sighed.
Kurama pushed Kuwabara's legs to his chest, just because the opening didn't close didn't mean that it would hurt much less. There was still the internal cramping. Kuwabara grunted in pain, and held his breath until it was over. Kurama kissed Kuwabara's stomach, he could just barely see the crown of silver streaked red hair.
"I didn't do it this time, babe." Kurama vowed.
"I know. That doesn't make it hurt any less." Kuwabara whimpered. "'Rama. You are NEVER drinking again."
"Is this really all that terrible?" Kurama asked.
"YES!" Kuwabara yeled like Kurama was an idiot.
Yusuke kissed Kuwabara deeply. "Two days better go by fast, 'Bara, cause just thinking about it is making me horny as all hell."
"Not the time for that, Yusuke." Kuwabara chuckled.
"But 'bara!" Yusuke moaned.
"Yusuke..." Kurama growled. "Don't get me worked up. We'll play later, it's expected of us."
"A-ah!" Kuwabara groaned. "What're you talking about?"
"The kits will only be happy if we couple. No one knows why, but when we get in the mood, the kits fall asleep, and won't wake up until we're finished, or a little after." Kurama nudged Kuwabara playfully.
"Ow! Watch it fox! If this Kit comes out defected this is the one we're naming after you!" Kuwabara growled.
"You're naming one after me?" Kurama's eyes widened.
The conversation was put on hold when another contraction started up. Kurama pushed Kuwabara's legs to his chest, and grunted. After just a few moments Kuwabara was howling, and the baby slipped out , and into Kurama's awaiting arms. Kurama cleaned the baby off, he was streaked silver with red coppery hair. Kuwabara held the kit for a few minutes, purring, and cooing.
"She's beautiful." Yusuke smiled. "First baby girl!"
"She's gonna be a heart breaker."
"If we call her Shizuru do you think the big one'll kill me?" Kuwabara asked.
"Shizuru is a wonderful name." Youko kissed Kuwabara deeply.
Kuwabara had the sudden urge to stand. "I... I gotta stand..." Kuwabara handed the Kit off, and stood.
"'Bara-- Is that safe?" Yusuke asked, clearly worried.
"I don't care." Kuwabara stood, finding it easier using the chair.
"Hm. It's natural to stand, that's how the kitsunes first did it." Kurama mentioned.
"How?"
"Squatting, like human women who go into labor unexpectedly in shopping malls, the first thing they do is squat and push." Kurama smiled.
"How am I gonna shower after this?" Kuwabara asked.
Kurama laughed. "You won't 'Bara. That's not how this works."
"What are you talking about?" Yusuke asked.
"It's just not natural for him to do so, when I will take care of him. Not only is it instict, but I may just get him to pound me before this is through." Kurama smiled.
"I don't want to kn-Ah!" Kuwabara growled, and tried to suppress it.
"Squat Kuwa." Kurama ordered.
Kuwabara squat down, and pushed as hard as he could. "Th-This isn't good..." Kuwabara moaned. "Something is wrong, this don't feel like a kit."
"Maybe some afterbirth is coming out, Yusuke, grab that trash bag." Kurama ordered.
Yusuke rushed for the bag, and handed it to Kurama, not knowing what he was planning. Kurama placed the bag open beneath Kuwabara. Kuwabara continued to push, and something fell into the beg. Afterbirth.
"What was that!" Kuwabara yelled.
"After birth, it's the other end of the embilical cord, and everything else inside that sustained the kits inside of you." Kurama noted.
"Didn't say nothing 'bout that!" Kuwabara growled.
"Heh... Oops?" Kurama chuckled.
After several more afterbirths, Kuwabara was exhausted, panting softly.
"C'mon Bara, just four more."
"Just eight more..." Kuwabara whined. "Just... let me rest a while?"
Kurama nodded, and smiled softly. Kurama reached for a kit, and snuggled him close to his chest. Kurama looked down with adoration and awe. Yusuke lay one on Kuwabara's chest, and he himslef held one. Yusuke had never seen Kuwabara more beautiful than at that moment. He had that parental look upon him. It was the first time Kuwabara gazed into his first child's eyes. The kits had woken while being moved.
Kuwabara stared deep into his kit's eyes. The kit smiled and cooed quite happily, nudging Kuwabara's face with his own.
"He's marking you..." Kurama muttered in awe.
"Is that normal?" Yusuke worried.
"Very." Kurama nodded, his eyes lit up with maternal love.
Kuwabara seized up, his water broke, and he put a hand to his head. "Somethings wrong."
"Contractions?"
"No. Something is wrong!" Kuwabara growled.
"What kind of wrong are we talking about?" Kurama asked, eyes immediatley turning to Kuwabara's stomach.
"Something is wrong!"Kuwabara held his head tighter, and Yusuke snatched up the Kit's from the other two.
"What's wrong with the kits, Kuwabara?" Kurama placed a hand worriedly on Kuwabara's stomach, asking with urgency.
Kuwabara pulled away. "I don't know! Something is wrong!"
Kurama didn't even wait for Kuwabara to accept this, but he lid his hands deep into Kuwabara's abdomen. As soon as Kurama's hands got close to the Kit, he too could feel that this Kit was in distress. Kurama latched on to his kit, and Kuwabara passed out in pain.
Kuwabara woke a few hours later, the kits now all born. Kuwabara held his head, he knew something that had grown in him was gone.
"K-Kurama?" Kuwabara called. "Yusuke?"
Yusuke came to Kuwabara's side, tears in his eyes, a kit in his arms, looking at him with a happiness that only a small child could have. Yusuke lay the male Kit down, having just clothed the boy in sweatpants and a t-shirt, the Kit was warm and calm. His hair was orange with silver streaks, he had no Fox Ears, and no tail. He had Suiichi's face, and Kuwabara's blue eyes, and was holding his arms out towards Kuwabara, wanting to be held by him.
"Are they okay?" Kuwabara asked, picking the boy up, laying him on his chest. "All of them?"
Yusuke didn't meet his eyes. "We'll wait until Kurama's awake to discuss this."
"No." Kuwabara said roughly. "Tell me now."
"He said I shouldn't."
"When the hell did you start listening to him?" Kuwabara scoffed.
"Watch your language!" Yusuke growled. "Look, Kuwabara, you passed out almost eight hours ago." Yusuke lay down, and snuggled next to Kuwabara. "And when you passed out they were all alright, even the one you had trouble with... but..."
"But what?"
"The one you had trouble with had some... complications." Yusuke sighed, twirling a piece of Kuwabara's hair in a finger.
"What kind of complications? Is she alright?"
"How did you know it was a she?" Yusuke asked, suspiciously.
"Only Females can cause someone so much pain." Kuwabara chuckled.
"Kuwabara... she.. she..."
"She what? Is she unconcious? Sick? Slow?" Kuwabara asked.
"She didn't make it." Yusuke sighed deeply, burying his head in Kuwabara's arm.
"Thought so." Kuwabara shuddered softly. "Hoping if I didn't say it it couldn't be true."
"There's one more thing..." Yusuke bit his lip.
"What?" Kuwabara asked, looking Yusuke in the eyes.
"Hold on, I'll bring him to you." Yusuke stood, and left the room.
Kuwabara waited a minute, humming and playing with the kit on his chest. He thought to himself 'Someone dressed me!'. Yusuke entered the room, and for the first time in his life, Kuwabara thought that he hadn't known everything there was to know about Demon mating.
The Kit was male, with big eyes, and s devious smile. He wore the same thing the kit on his chest was wearing, but a different color. There was one problem however. His hair was black, and I don't mean any run of the mill colors either, but the same charcoal color of Yusuke's. On closer insepction Kuwabara noticed He had Brown eyes, and was Yusuke's mini-carbon-copy.
"That's... you..." Kuwabara said.
"Kurama said he'd explain it once, 'cause he's beginning to hate repeating himself." Yusuke smiled.
Youko Kurama came around the corner carrying three Kits in his arms, and one on his shoulder. "Did the party start without us?"
Kuwabara forced a smile on, hoping the Youko wouldn't notice. "'Course!"
Youko pouted more, and came and sat down with the others.
The Yusuke look alike began babbling, the way infacts do when they're chatty, except it seemed to have sentences, and a beginning and clear ending. The human looking one on Kuwabara's chest started babbling as well.
"What're they doing?"
"Talking, apparently." Youko smiled, and leaned down to put the Kit's off of his body, crawling over to Kiss Kuwabara's lips welcomingly. "Morning beautiful."
The Babbling seemed to stop instantly, and Kuwabara looked around worriedly, only to see six passed out Kit's laying around the room.
"What the hell?" Kuwabara asked. "Are they okay?"
"Yes, they're perfectly fine. Infact they'll be extremely happy to babble when they wake up, but it seems that someone here needs some relief." Youko smiled. "And I believe it's me." Youko leaned in and captured Kuwabara's lips once more.
"Aww, come on, K'rama!" Kuwabara whined. "Is it not enough that I just gave birth? But now you want extreme exertion from me?"
"Then again, if we left you out, you'd feel abandoned and lonely." Yusuke chuckled.
"Like the last time." Youko smiled.
"I was pregnant and thought you guys were leaving! It wasn't my fault." Kuwabara blushed.
"Sure." Yusuke decided to humor him. "I'm horny and I want you, is that better?"
"Yusuke!" Kuwabara sighed. "There's one more thing!"
"What is it?" Youko asked, nipping down Kuwabara's neck, kissing his jaw gently.
"How did I get pregnant and how can I avoid it?"
"It was my fault. I was in a rut, and the alchohol made it worse. We can only manage such things in ruts."
"'Bara, we tried and we failed, and I suppose that's why, but if it didn't happen then, it isn't gonna magically start." Yusuke chuckled, moving the kits to make room.
"Okay..." Kuwabara smiled. "Is my figure back?"
"Almost." Kurama smiled. "The only thing remaining is a small scar from the slit, and 15 pounds of waterweight you'll lost within two days."
Kuwabara sat up, cringing in slight pain, but realizing this was a hell of alot better than having Kits again. Yusuke kissed Kuwabara's lips deeply, nipping his bottom lip roughly, and moving down to his colar bone.
"We've worked this out Kuwabara..." Yusuke whispered. "We knew what kind of condition you'd be in when you got up."
"What're you talking about?" Kuwabara asked suspiciously.
"No more questions, kay?" Kurama asked, lifting off Kuwabara's shirt.
Kuwabara felt more naked and self-concious than he was when he had the Kits, and fought to keep it on. Kurama growled from deep in his chest cavity.
"Stop that!" Kurama growled deeply. "I've seen you naked a hundred times."
"Not while un-pregnant." Kuwabara blushed.
"Kuwabara!" Yusuke bit Kuwabara's colar bone roughly. "I love your body, and if someone doesn't get undressed here then I may have to start tearing clothing, kay?"
Kurama removed Kuwabara's clothing, nipping down his chest. Yusuke smiled and pulled back, stroking Kuwabara to fullness.
"You won't have to worry about more Kits anyhow. We never said you'd be uke'n it." Yusuke purred.
Kuwabara bit his lip roughly, and brought Yusuke's mouth to his own, kissing him lustfully. Yusuke smiled, and kissed back deeply.
"After all, Kurama can't seem to wait for his pounding." Yusuke nipped Kuwabara's ear, and chuckled, knowing the effect those words would have on Kuwabara.
Kurama had stripped himself while that had been happening, and looked at Yusuke predatorily. Yusuke looked Kurama up and down, and felt himself heating up. Yusuke slipped off what little he had on, and glanced eagerly at Kuwabara's length.
"Me first." Kurama teased, watching Kuwabara's breath get more labored under the intense stares. "He likes being looked at." Kurama marveled.
"Remind me to get a video camera, and a Mirror to put over our bed." Yusuke smiled.
Kuwabara moaned, missing their touch, but too weak to actually move and do anything about it. Yusuke reached over to the oil Kurama had used previously, and motioned for Kurama to turn around. Kurama willingly followed his lead, and bent over, ass facing Yusuke. Yusuke dipped his fingers in the oil, and placed his fingers teasingly over Kurama's entrance.
Kurama pleaded softly, and pushed back on the fingers, taking in two at first. Kuwabara couldn't believe the show he was getting, and watched eagerly, still not sure how he would have the energy to pound Kurama. Kurama panted softly, needing more than that, and screaming as Yusuke brushed that special spot inside him.
It had been ages since he'd felt such bliss, pushing back on the fingers, begging incoherently for more. Kurama almost lashed out at Yusuke for pulling his fingers out, but resided to whimpering softly.
"Okay, Kurama." Yusuke panted out.
Kurama lifted himself up, and turned around to face Kuwabara. He strattled Kuwabara loosely, lifting himself up a little more before positioning himself over Kuwabara. Youko slammed himself down onto Kuwabara's member, causing a scream from both of them. Kurama waited a moment to adjust, and motioned for Yusuke.
"We know the wonders of your mouth Kuwabara..." Yusuke smiled watingly.
"God..." Was all Kuwabara could manage. Kuwabara guided Yusuke's hips right over his face before immidiatley engulfing Yusuke in his mouth.
Kurama began to ride fast and hard, slipping his freshly oiled fingers into Yusuke. Kuwabara was in complete ecstacy, crying out in bliss when Youko slammed onto him.
It was a few hours before they were done with their 3 rounds, and a few more hours before they would wake up to hungry Kits poking Kurama's chest.