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When Enji’s phone rings at two in the morning, he’s tempted to go back to the paperwork he’d been pouring over and ignore whoever dares to disturb him this late. Insomnia had kept him up, but there’s always work to be done.
Yet, as his cellphone continues to buzz facedown against his desk, Enji’s mind is working. Just who would be calling this late? Not Fuyumi or any of his other children. Not Rei, even though their relationship had been mildly patched. Not his agency unless something is wrong—city-destroying wrong.
Enji taps his pen against the wood of his desk, a nervous habit he only does when alone. The ticking is comforting to some extent. Or, it normally is. Now, it’s just making him more anxious. With a huff and a growl, he grabs the phone and flips it over to look at the screen.
Hawks? What in the world is that brat calling him in the middle of the night for? They had just finished an intelligence-gathering mission; Enji was sure that the boy was back in Fukuoka by now.
“This better be—”
“Holy shit fuck ow ow ow!”
Enji freezes. On the other line, Hawks continues to wail. What in the world?
“Hawks?” Enji clears his throat. “What is going on? Do you need my assistance?”
“YES,” Hawks squawks and there’s the sound of shifting fabric, like the phone being dragged across a carpet. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I need you. Uh—I need you to come to the hotel. God damn it, this fucking hurts.”
Enji is already up by the time Hawks’ words peter out into quiet whimpers of pain. Concern burns in his chest, though he refuses to allow it to show through his tone. Instead, he jogs towards the nearest exit of his home while the phone is still pressed to his ear.
“Were you injured? Hawks, tell me what happened.” Enji only just kicks off his house slippers before igniting his feet and peeling off into the sky. Steam slips from his skin as he burns hotter to keep from freezing in the wind chill.
Of all the times to not wear his suit beneath his clothes.
“It’s—Mmh—It’s really weird and I can’t really tell you until you get here and it really fucking hurts.”
That makes no sense. Enji snarls under his breath, fingers squeezing at the heat-protective case of his phone. He wants to push, demand that Hawks just tell him. He reins back his anger, however. He’s only a minute or two away from the hotel anyway.
“I’ll be there soon. Remember to put pressure on any bleeding wound you might have.”
Ignoring Hawks’ irritated squawks of, Do you think I don’t know how to deal with a stab wound, Enji hangs up and shoves his phone into the pocket of his sleep pants before focusing on burning across the sky towards the center of Musutafu.
Much as he had earlier that day, Enji comes to land on the balcony of Hawks’ room. The tiles singe a bit beneath his unprotected feet, but he’ll reimburse the hotel later. Right now, he needs to get to Hawks.
The doors are open and Enji bursts through the entryway, chest heaving. When he spots what’s waiting for him on the inside, both of his lungs freeze in his chest.
Hawks. Naked. Splayed out on one of the beds with a swamp of stained towels beneath his ass. In front of his puffy pink cunt is a single, sizable white egg.
“Haw—”
“Oh fuck, you’re actually here.” Hawks looks awful. Sweat is pouring down his face and body, blonde hair askew on his head in a way that screams exhaustion. Both of his wings are flat against the bed, only fluttering when his belly clenches.
It takes Enji a moment to adjust to the idea that Hawks’ body is much different than he expected—not that he thought about it often—but then he’s rushing forward and coming to stop beside Hawks’ trembling form.
“It’s st-stuck, Enji, it’s stuck!” Hawks is panting, chest lifting and lowering in a frantic rhythm. “It’s never gotten stuck be—Ah!”
His shriek of pain has Enji leaning forward, a hand coming to rest on his knee while the other touches his shoulder. Hawks’ skin is wet with sweat.
Water, Enji’s mind supplies. Water and something warm for his belly.
The situation is obvious, if not a little fantastical. Hawks is laying eggs and one has gotten stuck somewhere in the process. Enji has no idea how birds lay eggs or if that’s even applicable to Hawks in this moment, but all he knows is that his colleague (and possibly his only true friend) is in an immense amount of pain.
Enji’s body is working on autopilot. His left hand heats enough to feel comfortable against the skin and he places it against Hawks’ lower belly. Immediately, Hawks’ eyes flutter and he slumps back into the pillows.
“Fuuuck,” Hawks groans, one arm coming to rest against his forehead. His fingers are shaking. “That feels so nice. Shoulda’ asked for your help earlier.”
“Yes,” Enji grunts. “You should have.”
Golden eyes slit open and focus wearily on Enji’s face. “Thought you’d find it weird.”
“It doesn’t matter what I think, does it?” Beneath his palm, Enji can feel bumps shifting under Hawks’ skin. “Does this happen often?”
“Couple of times every year. Always catches me off guard.” Hawks can barely speak, his chapped lips are soft with pain and exhaustion. “Never any warning. ‘Cept super horniness, but that’s pretty normal when I’m around you.”
That... Enji’s body burns and he has to force it to stay below his flashpoint. Burning Hawks alive wouldn’t help their situation in the slightest. So, he shoves Hawks’ words from his mind and focuses on helping the seizing muscles under his hand relax.
A breath passes before Hawks blinks and his mind seems to catch up with what he just said. Red flares across his face and down his chest. Enji has to force himself to look at his hand to keep from admiring the way his blush turns his brown skin a dusty rose color.
Not helpful.
“Uh—anyw—AH!” Whatever Hawks was going to say to cover up his fumble is cut off as he hunches forward and his belly tightens. It feels like a rock beneath Enji’s hand.
“Breathe,” Enji snaps as he wraps his other arm around Hawks’ shoulder.
The boy sobs, leaning hard into his chest as his body desperately tries to push. It takes a few, heavy heartbeats until he’s slumping against Enji’s body, cries wracking his body.
“How does this go normally?” Enji asks, his thumb rubbing circles against Hawks’ twitching stomach. The eggs inside are still shifting, wanting to get out. When he looks further down, he can see a new puddle of slick coating the boy’s thighs.
“I-I just…” Hawks sniffles. “I just kind of squat and it hurts but they come out normally. I don’t know… I don’t know what’s happening…”
Enji frowns as he moves Hawks back into his prone position. With the hand not warming his belly, Enji picks up the egg that has come out already. It’s white and about as long as Hawks’ palm if Enji were to guess. If he didn’t know better, Enji would think it had come out of a particularly large chicken.
“Can you feel where it’s stuck?” Enji asks. If it’s behind whatever Hawks has that acts as a cervix, then they’re shit out of luck and have to go to a hospital. But if it’s not…
Another contraction works its way down Hawks’ body, though it’s not nearly as bad as the last one. Still, it takes a moment for the boy to get his voice back.
“It’s just—” Hawks pants, chest heaving again.
“Breathe.”
At the command, Hawks sucks in a deep, hitching breath and slowly lets it out. He’s hurting, but still incredibly strong. Enji frowns at the strange feeling bubbling in his gut.
“It feels… like there’s a pressure in my…” Hawks stops, eyes flicking up towards the ceiling as he huffs.
“Where?” Enji grunts with no patience for embarrassment right now.
“In my…” One of his shaking hands gestures towards his lower body. “My…”
Okay. Enji closes his eyes and cycles through the therapy sessions he’s been going to for the last half a year. He needs to figure out how to word this so Hawks can respond.
“Does it feel like it’s with the other eggs?” Enji asks, fingertips tracing the curves of the few eggs that must still be in Hawks’... uterus? This whole thing is complicated and unknown and it’s making Enji’s anxiety crawl up his spine.
“N-No,” Hawks stammers. “I can feel it so it has to be between… there and coming out. Right?”
Enji has no idea but it’s a good guess at the very least. Scooting down the bed, Enji fits himself between Hawks’ legs and ignores the way that Hawks squawks in response. At least, until a flailing wing smacks against the lamp on the side table.
“Careful!” Enji barks and Hawks freezes, wings snapping to his side. “Do I have permission to touch you?”
“I mean you already were—”
“Do I have permission to touch you intimately?” Hawks’ brattiness is going to get him killed one day. Enji will be damned if it’s today.
“Intimate—you’re going to stick your fingers in me!?” Again, that red blooms. From his position, it’s harder for Enji to ignore just how pretty Hawks is with that pink dripping down his body. “I-I mean, this is definitely not how I imagined it—”
Enji snarls, steam bursting from his skin. His ragged shirt is wet with his anxious sweat and the steam that has been leaking from him.
“Hawks.”
“Yes! Yes. You have my permission. Just—” Enji glances up at the boy as his voice hitches. “—be gentle?”
The strange feeling in Enji’s belly is churning now, threatening to spill out. Damn it.
“Relax,” is all Enji says as he turns his attention to the space between Hawks’ thighs.
It’s a mistake. Not because it’s particularly bad or anything, but the sight of puffy pink lips drenched with slick, parted to show soft-looking folds and a clenching entrance—Enji wants to touch. He wants to taste.
Every inch of Enji’s willpower is required to keep him from simply leaning down and dragging his tongue against Hawks’ cute, little pussy.
One of his fingers goes inside of Hawks’ body easily. He’s loose; most likely a bodily reaction to him laying eggs. Still, his channel is warm around Enji’s finger, squeezing it gently as he delves in deep. Above him, Hawks has a pillow covering his face.
Enji wants to growl at him to move the pillow. Show him his face and how much he’s enjoying being felt up by the man from who he wanted help. It’s a nasty thought.
Another inward rock of his middle finger and the tip finally brushes something hard.
“I feel it,” Enji grunts. “I’m going to put another finger inside.”
Hawks shudders, arms tightening around the pillow on his face. Yet, his thighs spread further. Enji has to shift on his shins to keep his hardening cock hidden in the folds of his sweats.
The second finger is a little harder. He has to go slow, nudging Hawks’ entrance open before rocking his fingers inside. Slick oozes around his knuckles the further he pushes in. If he curls them up…
No. Focus.
Once they’re all the way in and gripped tightly by Hawks’ pussy, Enji starts feeling around the egg lodged deep. If he slides his fingers along it, it shifts and draws a tiny wail from behind the pillow over Hawks’ face. Gently, Enji rubs his fingers up and down the egg—it’s sideways. That’s why it’s stuck. It somehow turned on its side and hasn’t been able to right itself.
“Take a breath,” Enji murmurs and waits until Hawks gives a few, good breaths before he pushes against the more round side of the egg.
“Fuck!” Hawks shrieks, sharp nails digging into the pillow as his legs shake. More slick is dripping out around Enji’s fingers. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—”
Enji stops. “Does it hurt?”
Gasping, his mouth barely visible from under the pillow, Hawks trembles out a weak, “Not really…”
… Oh. A bit of flame licks across Enji’s cheek.
“Right. Good.” Enji has no idea what to say. So, he just focuses on working the egg into position again.
Every push against it has Hawks whimpering, his cunt squeezing erratically around Enji’s fingers. The movement of his muscles is helping the egg shift, though it is very stubborn. Much like its sire.
“Almost…” Enji huffs. He can feel the tip of the egg starting to point towards him and push at his fingers. Yet, it still isn’t moving. Is he not slick enough?
Please don’t kick me, Enji silently begs as he places his thumb against Hawks’ clit and rubs firm circles around it.
“ENJI!” Hawks’ scream could practically rattle the walls. It’s a damn good thing they’re in the upper suites. “Oh, oh, more more moremroemoremore—”
He’s chanting, begging for more. Enji shudders. The egg shifts inside of Hawks’ body. It’s in position and slick is gumming around Enji’s fingers. All that it needs is a good push. Enji could just tell Hawks to push and it’d be done. He could.
Hawks’ clit is hot against his tongue. It throbs against the center of the slick muscle. When Enji closes his lips around it, Hawks shrieks, and a hand slams down to fist his hair.
This time, Enji allows himself to curl his fingers and search for that certain spot that he knows has to be there. Hawks is so slippery inside. Slick actively drips down Enji’s hand as he grinds circles into Hawks’ sweet spot and sucks noisily at the thick jut of his clit.
When he looks up, he finds the pillow that Hawks had been grasping torn apart, down spread around Hawks’ head like a halo. His head tilts back, throat working as he moans at the ceiling. He’s in bliss.
Because of me. Enji snarls against Hawks’ pussy and flicks at his clit in tandem with his rubbing fingers. Me. Mine. Mine.
“Enji—oh, Enji.” Hawks is moaning his name, chest heaving as his body starts to shake. “I’m cumming, fuck, I’m cumming!”
Enji’s lips make wet, sloppy noises as he latches onto Hawks’ clit again, slurping at it with clumsy eagerness. Beneath his mouth, Hawks’ body lurches and seizes, rocking with his orgasm as his wails practically echo in the hotel room.
Slick gushes onto Enji’s chin, coating it generously as Hawks squirts. It’s messy. Enji’s shirt is unrecoverable now, stained with Hawks’ cum. But Enji can’t bring himself to lament the loss. Not when he’s lapping up the salty, delicious mess and Hawks’ egg is practically shoving his fingers out.
With a pop, both Enji’s fingers and the egg come slipping out of Hawks’ relaxed cunt.
Ah. No wonder it got stuck.
Enji picks up the new egg in his hand and looks at the first egg to compare. While the first one was the length of Hawks’ palm, the new one was the length of Enji’s palm. It’s a significant difference, one that lent to the struggle Hawks had.
“‘nother…” Hawks mumbles, still panting and shivering. “Comin’...”
Not a moment later, white appears at Hawks’ entrance. Gently, Enji parts his folds and watches with no small amount of awe as another egg plops from Hawks’ body and onto the waiting towel below. It joins its siblings next to Enji’s leg.
The next one takes a little longer, but it’s just as eager to plop out of his body. Same with the next.
“Last…” Hawks is exhausted. His eyes are fluttering and not with pain like before. He’s just tired. “I think. Maybe.”
Enji parts Hawks’ folds again and watches as the egg comes to the opening—and then retreats. Hawks whimpers, tummy flexing. Again, it comes to the edge and slips back inside.
“Relax,” Enji murmurs and tucks his fingers back into Hawks’ burning, swollen channel. A little nudge and the egg falls into his palm.
Six eggs, one larger than the rest, all a brilliant white.
“What would you like to do with them?” Enji murmurs as he gathers them in his hands. They feel so delicate.
“Throw them away,” Hawks grunts as he turns on his side and curls into himself. “Or make breakfast, I don’t care. Sleep.”
With that, he’s out and Enji is left sitting there with cum drying on his chin and six eggs in his hands.
What the fuck.
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They don’t talk about it the next day. In fact, Enji wakes up to the smell of butter and scrambled eggs. Also to the sound of Hawks’ excited yelling.
“Enji! Enji! Wake up, old man, come look at this!” His excitement is irritating this early in the morning, but Enji can’t be angry at it. Not when he saw Hawks in so much pain the night before.
Groaning, Enji forces himself up from the bed and pads over to the small kitchenette at the head of the suite. Hawks is standing there, clothed his time, and holding something in his hands. A bowl.
“Look at what came out when I cracked the big one!”
Blinking with bleary eyes, Enji looks down at the bowl. Egg whites and a yolk… and a whole, second egg.
“Just imagine if that had been fertilized,” Hawks jokes as he plucks the gooey egg from the bowl. “Actual twins!”
Enji only feels a little sick when Hawks cracks the second egg without any hesitation.