[Kazuya give small hum of acknowledgement to his words, letting his warmth seep into him, and enjoying the closeness himself in turn.]

You might come to enjoy carrying them, you know.

[It's a big ask, but it also doesn't stop him from trailing a hand around to Basil's stomach, where his brood lay ever so safely nestled inside him. Just a small touch, a gentle reminder.]

I promise you won't be hurt by it.

( Basil reaches then, placing a hand on the one on his stomach, looking back to Kazuya. It doesn’t really matter if it hurts or not. What matters is: )

I just don’t want them to get hurt.

( He isn’t so sure if he’ll enjoy carrying it. It’s nerve-wracking to him. He doesn’t know what to really expect. )

They'll be fine.

[There's no reason to think otherwise, even after they get tossed back into the demon realm. Though whether that's because of their inherent power, or because they're smart enough to hide, who could say?

It'd make everything a lot easier for him if they were simply weaklings who hid. Less of a chance at having to deal with demons getting too big for their britches later on.]

Have you made a deal with someone else like this before?

( How else would he know? It's an innocent question, really. )

Not quite a deal, no.

[He shakes his head, giving a small hum as he thinks about it.]

Would have been the last time I was here in the human world, I think. I got attached to a pair of humans. But that was a long, long time ago. They're probably dead by now, honestly.

... I'm sorry.

( Basil knows what it's like to lose someone so important. He gently reaches, fingers brushing against the other's cheek. )

If they aren't... Maybe you could still see them.

It was hundreds of years ago. From what I know, humans generally don't live past a century.

[Besides, that he'd ever known them at all was enough.

He'll gently grab Basil's hand, pulling it away. Not to be dismissive, but simply to hold.]

You don't need to be sad for me. I'm alright.

( His fingers intertwine with his. )

...

You're... You're strong. It's really difficult to say good bye to anyone special.

( He can't imagine seeing his loved ones going older when he won't age. )

A human might die, but their soul lives on. One day, I'll see them again, even if they're not how I remember them. Only humans worry about dying and death, you know. There's far more to a life than the flesh.

( Everything seems so much more complicated now that Basil has entered the world of demons, to say the least. He wonders how much more things would change for him — beyond what has already changed.

Still, this is a conversation to save for another time. Basil glances up at Kazuya, offering him one last look of sympathy before he speaks again. )

Uhm… I-I’m going to move, Kazuya….

( He’ll start to shift then, lifting himself off of his lap with a soft sound. )

… I hope that… we can stay together for a long time.

[ Basil earns a soft grun as he finally slides off him, his cock having softened considerably since he came.

It's a little disappointing, the other had quite frankly been a wonderful weight in his lap, and a warm spot for him aside. He supposes he'll need a shower now anyway. ]

We'll be together for the rest of your natural life, as was the agreement.

[ Silly human.

Kazuya stretches, a few napkins appearing in his hand to tidy himself up before tucking himself back into his pants. ]

Was there anything else you need before I leave you to get used to your new room?

( Basil can't help but feel his heart sink in disappointment when he announces that he's leaving. Perhaps if these were normal circumstances, he could ask for Kazuya to leave, but the relationship between one another wasn't normal. Besides, he needed to get clean himself.

He shakes his head a bit. )

N... No. I'm okay.

I'll see you later, Kazuya...

( He won't ask when he'll see him again. He knows that it won't be too long now, not when the eggs are coming soon.

And the time when the eggs are ready doesn't take long. Basil can feel the way his stomach becomes heavier in what feels like little time at all, his hunger growing and body becoming all the more sensitive to movement. It feels more difficult for him to walk around without feeling sore, and he feels himself becoming tired far more often. Still, he doesn't leave his room. There's a part of him that's too scared to do that much with other demons roaming around. Even with Kazuya's reassurance, his experience with other demons have left a rather sour taste in his mouth.

On one particular afternoon, he feels a strange sort of pressure that he's not used to in his stomach. Pushing himself to stand from the plant he was tending to, he puts a hand to where the eggs rested, a small sound of discomfort leaving him. He... had to find somewhere comfortable to rest. Did this mean that the eggs were ready...? )

[ Kazuya is attentive to Basil and his needs insofar as he can be while making plans for an absolute demonic take over. There are matters to address, and lesser demons to corral into better positions. Things are beginning to take shape, and it shouldn't be much longer before he makes his first move.

Basil however, proves to be the matter that needs most attending to. Kazuya is a demon, yes, but he makes sure to keep his promises. Their connection through their contract gives him the inkling that something is up to begin with. He doesn't bother knocking, simply teleports right in to the others room to check on him. ]

Are you alright?

[ He's fine, but he knows it's really the only question he can ask in the moment as he moves towards his side to help with whatever he might need or want. ]

( Kazuya appears out of seemingly no where, and Basil jumps a bit and turns towards the other. A hand is at his stomach, but he shakes his head. )

I'm okay, Kazuya-- ( His voice is a little strained. The more time passes, the more he's feeling pressure. )

S-Sorry. I know that you're busy.

Don't be sorry.

[This is, after all, what he wants.

His hands meet Basil's shoulders, and he moves to try and guide him towards his bed, towards a flat surface that he can lay back against, that he can prop himself up against if that's what he chooses.

His comfort is important for this, because it's going to be uncomfortable.]

I'm here to help you with this. You don't need to worry.

( He lets him guide him without any protest, shifting enough to lay on the bed - gently moving to grip at Kazuya's hand.

How much would it hurt? There's no denying the worry in his eyes, despite what's said to him. He isn't ready for any of this. Even so... )

I...

I trust you, Kazuya.

[He'd argue that trusting a demon isn't a particularly good or smart move, but that seems like not the best course of action in the moment, when his attention is split elsewhere like divesting Basil of his pants and underwear.]

It'll be uncomfortable, [He says as he works, presses a kiss to Basil's forehead to try and ease his worries with affection. It's something that's worked in the past, and so he uses it now.] but you can handle it. It shouldn't take too long for you to lay them. You might even find you miss it after.

( His pants are removed, and he doesn't have the mindset to protest. It's uncomfortable, and the pressure--

His thoughts are cut off when he feels pain spike through his body, a soft cry escaping him as he tries to shift - tries to sit up and a hand moves to his stomach, looking to Kazuya almost helplessly. )

H... How? How would I-- ( miss it? If this was just the start, then why would he want this again? Then again, he didn't have a choice at this point in time. )

[He doesn't know. But he knows how things have happened in the past, and that's what he has to go off of. All of what he has to go off of. Another kiss, another attempt to ease his fear and trepidation.]

Relax. Sit back. Let your body do the work, alright?

[He doesn't have anything else to say about it, about why he might miss it. There's more pressing concerns right now, and he tries to ease Basil back down.]

( Another contraction ripples through his body, and a hand moves to his stomach as he cries out. His free hand reaches for Kazuya. The kiss might have been comforting, but he wants him - needs him - to stay close to him. It's pain that he's never felt before, pain that he doesn't think he wants to experience again. Still, his legs spread as though on instinct, and his eyes blur with tears, the sound of his heart beat reaching his ears.

The eggs are coming, he can feel the pressure growing all the more intense each time that intense pain fills his very being.

How? How can he relax? )

K-Kazuya....

[He can tell Basil is in pain, that it's more than uncomfortable, but what is he supposed to do about it? There's no magic that can ease what his body is doing to him, and so all Kazuya can do is stay close, press his lips against him and hold his hand as he is taken away by the pain.]

It's okay.

[He'll be fine. He knows this.]

You'll be alright.

( He squeezes that hand tightly, the pressure building up all the more with what feels like each passing second. Despite everything, it's reassuring to have him with him. It feels like Kazuya's all he's really known lately. Would it be so strange that he'd depend on him like this?

He feels it happen in what seems like an instant, something slick and large passing in between his legs - and a soft noise escapes him. His hand lingers on his stomach, pressure still there, but there's a moment's relief in that pressure. He's panting, trying to catch his breath as his fingers linger exactly where that pressure remains.

How many times would this happen? How many eggs were resting inside of him? )

D-Do you think it's alright?

( Despite it all he pushes himself up to see the egg that had been growing inside of him. )

It's fine, don't worry.

[ He says, trying to soothe the other back down, to not push himself to care about something that-

Kazuya feels no attachment to.

It's very non-human of him, and he knows this. Basil cares more for the progeny of his than he could ever. He's simply not the kind of demon who could or would care. Once everything here is done, they'll be sent back to the demon realm to never bother him again.

Only distantly he recognizes thst as something a little cold. ]

Focus on yourself. There's still a few more left to go.

[At least Kazuya is here for him. At least Kazuya is present, as Basil forces the eggs out of him. He doesn't quite know how to comfort him other than to simply be present, to maybe offer a hand for him to squeeze instead of the bedsheet.

He leans in, kissing his forehead, trying to soothe him.]

You're alright. You're doing good.