Relief flooded Naraku's eyes, and he nodded weakly as strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him to his feet. He was nudged forward, those strong arms righting him as he stumbled tiredly.

"One step at a time." A soft voice whispered in his ear.

Naraku's face adopted a look of single-minded determination as he fixed his sights on the meeting room door.

They were nearly there when Naraku doubled over, choking back a silent scream as the contractions returned with a vengeance.

He felt himself being pushed around and was unable to resist or comply before realizing he was now leaning with his back against the meeting room wall and his feet a couple of steps away from the wall itself, knees slightly bent as if he was about to slide down into a soft chair.

His feet were kicked apart and he found it a lot easier to balance as he relaxed into the oddly comfortable position.

He felt hands firmly grip his unusually curvy hips, steadying him whenever he slouched or tried to slide down the wall.

Through the haze of pain he could make out golden eyes staring him and firm, juicy lips moving silently as if trying to tell him something.

A strange heaviness between his straining thighs brought his attention downwards before something seemed to burst inside him and a flush of liquid poured out of him.

The pain seemed to lessen at this and he leant his head back against the wall, his eyes closing as he focused on catching his breath.

After a few moments his eyes fluttered open once more, awareness returning to his gaze as he pushed himself away from the wall weakly, hurriedly wiping the inside of his thighs dry with his robe.

The strong arms wrapped around him from behind and brought his forearms up halfway in a firm, steadying hold.

Naraku turned his head to catch sight of this mysterious helper, letting out a surprised gasp when he found himself staring into those golden orbs once more. He opened his mouth to question the silver-haired hanyou but was interrupted firmly as he was guided out of the door and towards his nearby bedroom. "Nearly there."

Naraku decided he didn't care why Inuyasha was still here, the stubborn hanyou was obviously refusing to discuss it and quite frankly Naraku didn't have the energy to try and find out.

They finally stepped into his bedroom and Naraku sighed in relief at the sight of his bed. Kagura had carried out his orders thoroughly (for once), placing stacks of soft, fluffy towels and bowls of clean, warm water next to the bed.

He was guided over to the bed, the top blanket being yanked away impatiently before he felt himself being carefully lowered onto the newly made bed.

He gave a relaxed sigh as he sunk into the comfortable mattress, before a displeased grunt had him looking up at Inuyasha in confusion.

Inuyasha didn't bother to elaborate on the grunt; instead he crouched down in a single, fluid motion and started tugging impatiently at Naraku's obi.

After a few tugs the obi came loose, and Naraku felt his cheeks flush as he admired the triumphant grin on Inuyasha's face. His robes were pulled apart tenderly, almost reverently, before he was pulled forward and a clawed hand pushed the robes off his shoulders.

He was guided back to rest against a hastily constructed mound of pillows before a strong arm snaked its way around his waist and lifted his belly into the air for a moment. The robes were finally removed and discarded carelessly (Naraku snorted with amusement as Inuyasha balled the robes up and tossed them over his shoulder) before his shoes and socks were also removed.

Naraku felt his legs being nudged apart, before hesitant hands started tugging at his soaked underwear. He pulled his legs up towards himself; his feet flat against the mattress, and managed to push himself up slightly so the underwear could be wrestled free and join its companions in the growing pile behind Inuyasha.

Naraku blushed fiercely as he suddenly realized that Inuyasha was kneeling between his spread, naked thighs, but this realization was cut short as another contraction hit him.

This one was different though; the pain was so much more intense, and he couldn't even bring himself to snap at Inuyasha to move somewhere more…dignified. Inuyasha seemed to be watching him with a worried frown, before looking around frantically and yelling for Kagura…for anybody. He didn't know anything about delivering kids!

A heavy pressure had settled in Naraku's pelvis as his thighs clenched and spasmed from the intense contractions.

He pushed himself upright, his arms placed just behind his hips to keep himself up and his elbows locking into place firmly as the urge to push grew unbearable.

He flicked his head to the side impatiently, trying to free his face of the sweat drenched curls before letting out a long, tortured scream and throwing his head back, the recently formed birth canal between his thighs spasming painfully and uncontrollably.

"Get this fucking thing out of me you stupid bastard!"

Inuyasha looking mildly offended at this and Naraku couldn't help but agree. That wasn't a very nice thing for that person to scream at his inu hanyou.

Wait…he was the one who screamed at Inuyasha. Naraku thought about this for a split second before his whole demeanor changed. Ah well, he deserved it. Let's see him push something the size of a watermelon through something the size of a mandarin and see how calm and polite he manages to be!

Naraku opened his eyes tiredly during a brief and rare break from the contractions and noticed with a detached surprise that it was growing late.

He lay back against the pillows slowly as he looked around in an attempt to distract himself from the ever present pain. He caught sight of Inuyasha, and saw that a look of resolute determination had replaced the desperate panic on his face.

Inuyasha had grabbed a towel and was now poised between Naraku's thighs with his hands ready to catch the pup, his tongue sticking out of one side of his mouth in concentration.

Naraku groaned as his eyes rolled towards the ceiling; did that baka inu really think the baby was just going to burst from him with no warning?

Naraku's eyes widened suddenly as he felt something shift inside him; apparently the pup had the same idea as it's father!

He pushed himself up once more, cursing Inuyasha's very existence as he took a breath before screaming and pushing simultaneously with every last scrap of energy in his body as something huge and round was suddenly pressing at the entrance of the temporary canal.

He paused for a moment, gasping desperately for breath before his demanding body forced him back into the painful and thankless efforts.

He gave a frustrated whimper before tensing up once more and clenching his abdominal muscles in a desperate push, his head snapping forward as the sweat dripped off his face to mix with the blood seeping out from between his thighs. He felt something burst and suddenly the pain and pressure lessened. Not by much, but right now Naraku was taking whatever he could get.

Inuyasha had leant forward, a ridiculously goofy grin on his face as he seemed to be cupping something in his hands. "Nearly there Naraku," he murmured absentmindedly, his attention focused on the thing in his hands "the head's already out."

Ahh, so that's what that big, round thing was, Naraku thought to himself weakly, before throwing himself into the accursed pushing once more. When was this going to be over?

It felt like he had been pushing and screaming for hours, and as another wave of pain ripped through him he realized he couldn't remember anything or even think of anything that didn't include this pain.

The screams had reached their peak before suddenly petering out in a harsh groan as he felt whatever was causing him this pain slide out of his body.

At last, it was over! He grinned to himself at this, throwing himself back down in the nest of pillows and closing his eyes.

He was so tired and sticky. His body was covered in sweat and blood and there was a throbbing pain from between his aching thighs. All he wanted to do was sleep, but the shrill crying was making it difficult for him to drift off.

His eyes shot open at this; shrill crying?

His eyes scanned the room curiously as his exhausted body refused to move.

Inuyasha was kneeling next to him now (when did that happen?) and he was proudly cradling a white towel.

No, wait…whatever he was holding was wrapped in the white towel, Naraku's tired mind slowly realized. "Nrrggh?" Naraku groaned, annoyed when his lips refused to form the proper words.

"It's a boy." Inuyasha whispered in answer, a look of awe on his face as he pulled back a corner of the towel to reveal their child's rosy face.