Creating A Family

by VampAmber

Summary:

They've been together long enough that the inevitable eventually happens, and the subject of having a child together comes up. Alastor had been thinking about it lately, and Lucifer has never stopped. The mechanics of having a child when you're both male is a bit tricky, of course, but when half of the couple is a (fallen) angel of creation, that definitely helps. A bit of miscommunication, a bit of sex in Lucifer's true angelic form, then the ramifications of said miscommunication, and the two finally start on making a family for themselves.

Written for the Eldritch Extravaganza being put on by titanic_trash!

Notes:

I may be a day late, but I think I made up for it by writing a pretty damn good story. It was initially supposed to be a pwp, but my brain insisted on adding a fuck ton of plot. Oops? Also, my apologies about all the tags I can't add, my tablet only lets me use the pre-established ones. *pouts* Damn it, how is Monsterfucker Alastor not a tag yet?

Anyway, huge shout-out to titanic_trash for hosting the Eldritch Extravaganza, and congrats on your delicious as fuck fic's one year anniversary! ❤️

It all actually started with an innocent, wistful moment of Lucifer's. The newest resident of the hotel made Niffty look tall in comparison, and Charlie was having the time of her life babying her.

“I met a koala one time, and I swear, you remind me so much of them,” Charlie said as she petted the soft fur on the sinner's head (after having painstakingly received express permission to be allowed to do so, at Vaggie's reminding).

“I think I might be one,” the sinner responded, her accent a much lighter version of the Australian twang they'd grown used to with Cherri Bomb having moved in not long after that fateful battle.

“You do kinda look like one,” Angel Dust added. He'd never had the chance to see one while he was alive, but the million or so pictures on Charlie's phone from her otherwise disastrous trip to Heaven had been forced down his throat more than enough times after the aftermath of the Last Extermination had been dealt with that he practically counted himself as a koala expert by now.

Alastor let out a derisive snort as the bulk of the hotel staff doted on the new resident, all because she was deemed adorable. You wouldn't see him making a fuss over something cute like that, even if the cute thing was his partner Lucifer. He made an exception in those cases, but only enough to allow himself to marvel over his looks in the privacy of his own mind. He considered it beneath him to act so idiotically.

Lucifer, on the other hand, obviously didn't agree. “So cute,” he said softly, followed by a longing sigh.

“It's just an animalistic sinner, nothing to be charmed by,” Alastor complained. “You'd think you'd seen more than enough of them by now.”

“Huh?” Lucifer asked in response, turning a confused look to his lover. It took a moment, but then it dawned on him. “I didn't mean Crystal, I mean Charlie,” he explained, not that it made any sense to the Radio Demon.

Alastor scrunched his nose up. “Charlie overreacts like this all the time, dear,” he said, once again befuddled by the strange little king and his incomprehensible thought processes. They'd been together for almost six years now, and Alastor still didn't understand him half the time.

“She looks like a kid, and I was just thinking how great a mother Charlie would've made,” Lucifer stated, clearing up only some of Alastor's confusion.

“Hmm, perhaps,” Alastor said, neither confirming nor denying the statement. His own mother had tried her hardest and still managed to raise a serial killer, and she was by and far the best parental figure he'd ever seen. If even someone as saintly as her could raise a thing like him, what hope would Charlie have, really?

“I always wanted to have more kids, you know?” Lucifer continued, lost in his own little world, judging by the tone of his voice. Alastor's ears perked up, curious where this was going. In all the time they'd been… whatever their relationship counted as, never once had Lucifer mentioned a family. Not past his own unofficial step-fathering of Charlie, that is.

“Lilith, she wasn't fond of motherhood, not that she wasn't the best mother ever, of course,” Lucifer babbled on. “She was amazing, but even convincing her to try for Charlie took a few millennia,” he said with an awkward laugh. “I wanted a big family, like I used to have, you know? Charlie deserved some siblings.”

Lucifer wanted more children? It made sense, the man was particularly childlike in personality. The real question here, was if he was just saying these things as a random topic of conversation, or if he meant something with it. Something that, as his lover and… boyfriend, as tasteless as the term may be, Alastor had a duty to find out. He did love the man, after all (against his better judgement), so wanting to make him happy made sense. He'd had the occasional thought or two himself of a little blonde fawn running around, not that he was willing to admit it. Yet.

“And do you still want more children?” Alastor asked delicately, at least four different possible responses at the ready, depending on how Lucifer answered.

Lucifer's head audibly snapped in Alastor's direction, he turned so fast. “You're asking if I want kids?” He asked, obviously fully aware of just how important this conversation had suddenly turned.

Alastor had to will himself to not visibly roll his eyes at the response. “Did I not speak clearly enough?” Dumb as a brick sometimes, but still he loved him.

“I just… you and… I was hoping… wanted to…” Lucifer stuttered out in a display that made Alastor want to burst out laughing. But right now, drawing attention to them was the absolute last thing he wanted. A child was something that should be decided by Lucifer and himself and no one else. Especially with how overly chatty and annoyingly opinionated Charlie, Angel Dust, and Vaggie would inevitably be in such a situation.

“I've… given it some thought,” Alastor said slowly. He had, he most definitely had. Long, agonizing hours over the past few months of his brain not shutting up about it, going over all the pros and cons of fatherhood. How his own father had been an utter waste of genetic material, and how terrified he was of ending up like him. How his mother was the most wonderful person to ever exist, as far as he was concerned, and how much he wished he could be like her, could raise a child in a way to have them turn out as a person she would've been proud of. How mixed together those two opposite ends of the spectrum were in his life, affecting him even now in ways almost unimaginable.

“Yes,” Lucifer answered, though what exactly he was answering specifically, Alastor wasn't certain.

“Yes?” Alastor repeated, raising one of his eyebrows in a somewhat condescending manner. His way of telling Lucifer that he sounded like an idiot without having to say the words themselves; a common occurrence in their relationship, unfortunately.

“You're saying you want to have a baby, right?” Lucifer replied, nodding his head enthusiastically as he spoke. While the man may have been best known for his disguise as a snake, both him and his daughter were more often than not quite puppy-like in their actions. As someone formerly ripped apart by a pack of hunting dogs, it took everything in Alastor to not react negatively to it, thankful that it was just the actions and not the physical appearance (to this day, he still couldn't stand to be in the same room as a hellhound for more than a few seconds).

“I was asking if you wanted to,” Alastor reminded him. Should they have a child, he'd make sure to leave plenty of offerings to the Loa for them to inherit his intelligence.

“Then the answer’s still yes,” Lucifer said, his manic smile softening at the reassurance. “I didn't want to say anything, because I knew you didn't have the, uh… best of dad situations, but I've been thinking about it, too.”

~~~

A few weeks of many intense and often difficult conversations later, and here they were. Most of said conversations had been about who, exactly, would be carrying their offspring. While being what was termed the bottom in their sexual exploits was his preferred position, the thought of actually carrying and birthing a child disturbed the very obviously male demon more than he was willing to admit, even to his own lover. The feminization aspect wasn't what bothered him, no, it was the creation of life inside his own body that did something to his stomach and soured his thoughts.

“I can create life, but I can't carry it,” Lucifer had finally explained, much to Alastor's disappointment. Caring for his lover for nine months as he gestated their child sounded like something Alastor could easily get behind.

“You could… create the correct parts,” Alastor had suggested with a vague wave of his hand. They'd experimented more than once with Lucifer's shapeshifting abilities, and he knew that everything about him felt the same whether his body was male or female. Couldn't he just shift into having the correct internal organs?

Lucifer had chuckled, before patting Alastor on the shoulder. “It doesn't work like that, Al,” he said, making Alastor want to bite his hand in response. “Even if I gave myself a womb, it wouldn't be able to sustain life. I don't need to eat or breathe or anything like that, but the baby would need all those things and more. Angels were never meant to have baby angels; hell, I had to twist around a fuck lot of magic just to be able to get Lilith pregnant, and she had all the right equipment. You, I'll have to start from scratch.”

Alastor gulped at the implications. Not only would he be carrying a child, a literal new life, in his otherwise dead body, but other things would need to be created to help him do so. He was starting to feel like a pack of dogs would be preferable.

“If it's so complex, maybe we shouldn't do it,” Alastor muttered, finally letting his fears voice themselves. The thought of having a child, maybe even children, with the first person who had managed to make him feel a romantic interest, the only person who could have, was wonderful. But as a man, the idea of being a mother in a literal sense…

The imagined little blonde fawn had never seemed more unrealistic, unreachable.

The stag let out a woosh of air as Lucifer all but tackled him in a suffocating hug. “I'm so sorry, darling, I'm making it sound so horrible, aren't I?” The fallen angel said into his neck, nuzzling him in a way both knew by now would help calm him down. “It all seemed so easy before, but I'm just providing the magic, you'd be doing all the real work, carrying the thing for eight weeks and all,” he babbled onwards, squeezing intermittently to show his care.

But for once, his babbling wasn't useless. “It only takes eight weeks? I thought a pregnancy lasted nine months?” Alastor pulled away from Lucifer just enough to look him in the eye. For some reason, eight weeks didn't seem near as unbearable.

Lucifer blinked once, twice, then laughed. “I forgot to mention that bit, didn't I?” He said as his chuckles died down. “Yeah, since the whole thing’s basically one long piece of pure magic, it only takes about eight weeks for the baby to finish forming.”

Alastor stared at the man he loved, and thought about things with the new greatly reduced timeline in mind. Eight weeks, only two out of the usual nine months. That… it didn't seem quite as bad. He'd undergone seven years of literal torture after he'd foolishly sold his soul long ago, that was eighty-four months. Compared to that, what was two months of pregnancy? In his time on Earth, he'd met many women in all different stages of it, and they'd all seemed perfectly content. Well, he usually met them because they were very uncontent with their abusive husbands, but that would never be an issue with Lucifer. There was one downside for them all, though…

“And what of childbirth?” Alastor asked. While he may not have felt a need to be sexually active until he'd met the man he was currently planning a family with, he did know enough about the female anatomy to know how a child came into the world. While the feminization aspect of this potential pregnancy didn't really bother him, the idea of Lucifer needing to alter his own genitalia in order for him to give birth made him feel nauseous at just the thought. It'd taken him years upon years just to get used to having deer features like ears and a tail, how awkward would it be to be forced into having a vagina? Not to mention how many women he'd known of that didn't survive the birthing process itself.

Lucifer smirked, something Alastor made sure to make note of so he could get some semblance of revenge for later; for now, he tolerated it. “Magic, of course,” the blond barely explained. One haughtily raised eyebrow later, Lucifer rolled his eyes. “When the baby's done gestating, we'll both know, and I bring it out of you the same way it went in.”

“So we won't be creating it with sex?” Alastor asked, befuddled by the insane biology of it all.

“Oh hell no, I am definitely fucking a baby into you,” Lucifer responded, his eye colors inverting as they often did when sex was concerned. “But the magic goes in and comes out the same way, without causing any damage whatsoever. Way easier than how humans usually do it, I gotta say.”

“We don't usually have a choice,” Alastor bit back, feeling as if he needed to defend humanity at least this much.

“You do now, and I would never willingly let you go through all that suffering, even if you'd been a woman. I did the same with Charlie, you won't feel much of anything, definitely no pain. Just there, then not there.” Lucifer lovingly ran his hand along Alastor's slim stomach, as if to prove his point.

All his fears were being laid to rest, but Alastor was still hesitant. “I just…” He wasn't sure how to phrase his doubts, but Lucifer understood them anyway.

“Just think about it,” the blond had promised, and hadn't brought it up even once since. He'd been beyond ecstatic when Alastor had finally come to him with a decision, that he would be able to endure eight weeks of anything, even pregnancy.

They'd gotten started right away, Lucifer waving a hand at the door, the magic blocking any sound from leaving, and anyone from entering. His smile matched Alastor's normal one, something a body usually couldn't do without magical stitching to make it so wide. His tail whipped eagerly behind him as his horns manifested, something that usually waited until he was near orgasm. Alastor definitely wasn't complaining about it, though, since he was at his most turned on when the King truly showed his powers. Knowing that this display was for him, because of him, did things that no mere mortal alive or dead could ever come close to.

Lazily removing his jacket, going slow on purpose just to tease his impatient lover, Alastor chuckled. “I take it you're ready, then?” He asked, voice just shy of a purr. Having such power over the most powerful person in all of Hell made him feel unstoppable, unbeatable. He should've known, long before now, that his ego was his most sensitive erogenous zone of all, but the reminder was always nice.

Lucifer snapped his fingers, and they were both naked as the day they were made. “More than ready, my little stag,” he said, before pulling Alastor in for a kiss. As that forked silver tongue maneuvered its way into his mouth, he felt a jolt of sensation as their genitalia finally brushed against each other. His own was larger, but that had never been a problem for Lucifer; in fact, he often praised it for how perfectly it fit down his throat, how beautiful it was standing so tall and proud as he made the man crumble under his exertions.

A small nip of pain, and their mouths flooded with the iron taste of Alastor's sinner blood, and a moment later the ambrosial gold of Lucifer's own blended in a cocktail Alastor would gladly become an alcoholic for. They frotted against each other, desperate as horny teenagers, before the shorter of the two pulled back. “Now are you ready?” Lucifer whispered into Alastor's ear, followed by an enthusiastic nod from the demon. He could feel the skin under his fingers changing shape as Lucifer grew in size, his wings bursting out and encompassing the whole room. Eyes burst into view, ones that were normally hidden and ones that only ever existed in his true form. His horns grew and curved, wrapping around his head almost in a bastardization of a crown.

Another strange fact of angelic conception, that had taken years of trial and error to figure out, was that it could only happen in his original physical form. The phrase, “Be not afraid” had been necessary for the original angels, since the hulking beast before Alastor was almost three times his size now. Three full sets of wings, as well as ethereal suggestions of dozens more spread out as would a peacock's tail. His now monstrous face smiled as Lucifer looked down at him with all the love an immortal being could convey.

Alastor stared in awe at his lover. This wasn't the first time he'd seen this form, not even the first time they'd used it for sex, but the sheer majesty of it never failed to take his breath away. Holding up his hand, the demon ran his fingers along the top edge of one of the lowest wings, bringing out a sigh from Lucifer, who shook the rest of the wings at the pleasurable sensation.

“Alastor, you know what that does to me,” Lucifer moaned, his voice echoing in both the room and the demon's mind, existing on more levels than he could ever even understand.

“Yes, my pet, why do you think I do it every time?” Alastor replied, his voice devout and worshipful. He'd never put stock in religion before, but his love for Lucifer was a test of true faith. With one last claw through a random patch of feathers, he looked up at the main conglomeration of eyes, on what would be the fallen angel's face if he were in his more human looking form. “I wish for you to feel even a fraction of what you make me feel,” he explained, as he always did.

“You have no idea just how much you already make me feel, my love,” Lucifer responded, as he always did; never quite understanding what Alastor was trying to get at. It was almost a ritual at this point, and each participant was more than willing to follow it.

Alastor reached his hand down, past all the wings, both on this plane and others, and brushed his fingers along the throbbing length that lay between his lover's legs. It was so large that it took spell work just to make sure it didn't literally rip him apart, and it was far more sensitive than anything on Lucifer's smaller form. Making brief eye contact with a few of the lower set ones, the stag reached over and ran his tongue along the full length of it, causing Lucifer to shudder in delight.

“Fuck…” The angelic creation hissed out between bitten lips. “I need you so fucking bad right now, Bambi,” Lucifer whined, reaching an enlarged hand down to run along Alastor's ears, trailing it down until he reached the tail. He skipped over the nub of fur to feel at the wetness between the demon's legs. Nudging at the hole, he poked the tip of his finger in just enough to test the stretch. Nothing beat magical lube and prep.

Alastor felt the slight tug, and shivered with anticipation. Lucifer laughed as he felt the shaking through their minuscule connection. “Impatient, are we?” He whispered into the deer's ear, causing the shiver to increase and the deer to cry out his want. “Well, if that's what my love wants…”

“Lucifer, please,” Alastor panted, staring up at the giant beast with lust blown eyes. Just seeing the angelic visage was enough to get him hot and bothered, but being touched like that, it caused a raging inferno underneath his chest. He let out a small squeak that he would deny to the ends of Hell and back as Lucifer picked him up and carried him to the reinforced bed.

They'd quickly learned the first time that a special room with special furniture was needed whenever Lucifer let loose in this specific way, the ceilings now tall enough for something as big as his original form to maneuver around without mishap, the bed strong enough to hold their weight and stand up to their punishment. Alastor settled into his spot, made special for him to be able to literally as well as figuratively bottom even with all the added angelic bulk. He let out a debauched groan as the fallen angel started to slide in. Every inch stretched him impossibly out and filled him in ways that had nothing to do with physical space. The ridges along Lucifer's current dick dragged along Alastor's inside, a keening cry ripped from his mouth as they glanced against his prostate. “Lucifer, more, please,” the Radio Demon begged, pleaded, pathetic for the Devil and no other.

“Hold on tight,” Lucifer warned, before sheathing himself the rest of the way in one quick stroke. Alastor wailed as his body magically rearranged itself to hold the gigantic cock, nerves that never would have existed otherwise thrilling with the feeling of being so far beyond capacity that he wouldn't have been able to hold still to save his life. “Fuck, so tight, I love how tight your little ass is for me,” Lucifer cooed down to him, pulling out slightly to slam back in. No matter the devil's size, his demonic lover always liked it rough, and who was he to deny him anything his twisted heart desired?

“Only little because you cheated,” Alastor taunted, getting his words in before his very IQ was fucked out of him by the giant above him.

“You love it when I'm bigger,” Lucifer volleyed back, the words almost as erotic as the act itself. One did not love the Radio Demon without loving his snark. The fact that he even got off on the insults when they were having sex only sweetened the pot. He pulled out and slammed back in again to prove his point.

Alastor choked on a moan as that oversized dick hit him square in his prostate. “Only… because it's such a… rare treat…” he gasped out in between thrusts. He may have been working on his stamina for over half a decade by now, but something about Lucifer's true form threw all that practice to the wayside. They'd barely been going a few minutes, and he was already starting to feel his orgasm bubbling to the surface. “Fuck!” He cried, out of both frustration and sensation.

Lucifer paused at the cry. “Everything okay?” He asked, the concern looking out of place on this version of his face. “I didn't hurt you, did I?” Even after all this time, he'd still check on Alastor whenever he thought something was wrong. It was equal parts endearing and annoying.

But Alastor was too wound up, too close to cracking, to get out a witty quip. Instead, he grunted, “Don't stop, close.” He snapped his hips upward, as if that could do anything against the immovable creature he'd given his heart and body to. When that inevitably didn't work, he went for a plain old yell. “I said move!” He bellowed with all his measly might. Thankfully, the direct approach worked, and he let out a pleased sigh as his lover started ripping him apart again.

“Bitchy bitchy,” Lucifer pretended to complain as he did exactly what the smaller demon insisted on. But speaking soon became too difficult, as Lucifer sped himself up to meet his lover at the finish line. His ragged breaths blew Alastor's hair back as the deer started bleating as if it were mating season.

“More, more, more more moremoremoremore!” Alastor yelled before his mind went blank and his body tensed, his spend flowing freely and drenching both his stomach and Lucifer's thighs. One, two more thrusts, then Lucifer was following suit. Only, unlike the previous times they'd had sex with him in this form, his ejaculate kept coming, filling Alastor in a way he could've never imagined. When he could finally open his eyes, he stared in shock as his stomach slowly started to expand from the immense load.

Before Alastor could ask any questions, Lucifer ran his hand shakily over the bulging skin. “That's our child…” he said, his voice as shaky as his hand. “That's how this… works,” he continued, being interrupted by a grunt as he was still technically orgasming. “I love you,” he whispered at Alastor, when the demon placed his hand on top of Lucifer's.

Trying to ignore the odd feeling of his body expanding in such a new way, Alastor looked into Lucifer's main set of eyes and smiled, a real one and not one he showed to anybody but him. “I love you, too.” Then he yelped as Lucifer lurched one last time before sliding out of him. He expected the feeling of large quantities of come leaking out of him, but barely a few drops splashed on his legs as the giant above him slowly started shrinking back to his normal size.

When Lucifer and the room were back to their normal proportions, Alastor looked over in confusion, his distended belly moving uncomfortably with him. “What happened?” He asked, trying and failing to figure out why the bulge wasn't going away.

“Well, you're pregnant now,” Lucifer said awkwardly, his tone asking Alastor how he didn't already know this.

“But how long until this goes back down?” Alastor threw back, starting to get aggravated. He certainly looked pregnant now, at least eight months along in fact, but he was only a few minutes along in reality.

Lucifer looked at him as if he'd just asked why the sky was red. “Eight weeks, like I said,” he said slowly, as if talking to an idiot, or Alastor talking to him on a bad day.

“But I'm barely pregnant!” Alastor fought back. Nothing was adding up, and he was starting to worry that the one wrong here was him. Even a pregnancy of eight weeks shouldn't have him showing for quite a few more days.

Lucifer ignored what Alastor said, instead putting his hand on the engorged stomach. His hand glowed lightly gold for a moment, before he looked up at his obscenely pregnant lover with glee. “And the baby is doing just fine.”

Alastor was getting angry enough that he wanted to strangle Lucifer. “And why is the baby so damned big already?” He shouted, not even caring that the magic keeping the room soundproofed had disappeared when Lucifer returned to his current form. He'd scream for Charlie and even Vaggie if he had to, to get an actual answer from Lucifer right now.

The devil in question just laughed, as if his lover wasn't currently panicking at the unnatural state of his body. “The baby's still itty bitty, silly,” he explained like he would to a toddler. A particularly dense toddler. “The egg has to be big enough for it to grow to full size as it incubates.”

The egg. The egg. There was an egg inside him? “There's a fucking egg inside me!” He shrieked at the top of his lungs, not caring in the slightest just how embarrassing he must sound. Because there was a fucking EGG inside him!

“Alastor, whoa, easy, calm down,” Lucifer said, raising his hands in the air to try to placate the mother of his future child. “I explained that the magic would put the baby inside you.”

“You. Said. Nothing. About. An. Egg,” Alastor ground out, feeling his body start to extend in ways that were much more familiar to him. His antlers cracked as they increased, his body stretching and joints popping as they got longer and thinner. The only thing that stopped him was the bulge that traveled along with the rest of his extending form, the egg fitting neatly underneath his belly button. He let out an ear splitting growl and shrunk back down again, unable to concentrate as that thing mocked him just by existing.

“Wait, I didn't mention the egg?” Lucifer asked, finally smart enough to look guilty. As he should be. This was much more than just a minor accident, no oops, I burned dinner here. No, this was not telling the person you were impregnating that they were going to have an enormous fucking egg immediately protruding out of them.

“No, you didn't,” Alastor huffed. He gently touched his belly, as if he were expecting it to bite or something. It felt soft but solid, only confirming the existence of the egg he'd unwittingly accepted into his body for eight entire weeks.

“Fuck, I'm so sorry, Al. I thought I'd explained everything, and completely left out one of the most obviously important things, fuck,” Lucifer rambled.

“This would've been nice to know beforehand,” Alastor said dully, his anger ebbing away as confusion took its place. The baby, the egg, sat the exact same as a human child would. If you didn't know better, you'd expect to see it kick any second. But instead, it was an outline of a shell underneath his skin.

“I'm so sorry, I fucked up, I know I did, I swear I thought I'd explained it all, how Charlie hatched from her little egg after I took it out of Lilith and looked up at us, blinking in the dim light of the palace,” Lucifer continued begging, his eyes shiny with unshed tears. “I still have the shell fragments, I could show you them if you want.”

“I think I'll pass,” Alastor replied, only partially paying attention to the father of the child currently forming in his abdomen. He pushed again at the curve of the shell, harder this time, and met with the same resistance. Now that he was no longer panicking, his curiosity had gotten the better of him. He felt along the curve of his belly, following it and finding no bumps or edges. It was completely smooth and almost completely round, shaped exactly like a hen’s egg now that he thought of it.

“The shell gives them an extra layer of protection,” Lucifer said, finally done panicking himself. He placed a hand on the skin stretched taut against the very top of the egg, and looked at Alastor. “Since it's created from magic and not biology, it needs the extra room for it to coalesce into a baby.”

Alastor murmured in response, his hand gliding up to join the pale one on his otherwise tanned flesh. “And how big is it right now?” He asked, already feeling connected to this small little piece of himself and Lucifer.

Lucifer's hand glowed once again, then he held his other one up, the fingers held ever so slightly apart. “About this big, and getting bigger by the second.”

Feeling soppy and sentimental, Alastor held his own fingers up to match. “About that big,” he repeated, wondering whether or not those hormones women always complained while pregnant were to blame.

“And getting bigger by the second,” Lucifer confirmed, pulling his partner in for a kiss.

“I apologize for my reaction,” Alastor whispered softly as Lucifer broke the kiss to lean their foreheads together.

“And I'm sorry for being so stupid,” Lucifer replied just as softly.

“You'll have to be more specific than that, my love,” Alastor teased.

“Fuck you,” Lucifer responded, giving a quick peck of a kiss to Alastor's forehead.

“I'm still recovering from the last time,” Alastor reminded him, only now noticing just how much his backside ached. The spells kept him from getting physically hurt, but even at normal size Lucifer could still make him sore for days.

“C’mere,” Lucifer said, grabbing Alastor by the shoulders and dragging him under the covers.

Laughing, Alastor let him. He was feeling the fatigue of both the sex and the impregnation (and the fight afterwards), and was more than happy to curl up and go to bed. “Good night, darling,” he said, hiding his sudden yawn behind his hand.

“G’night deer,” Lucifer said with a chuckle, still amused even after all this time by his lame joke. “And good night to you too, little baby,” he said as he curled around Alastor's new egg belly. “See you in eight weeks.”

Alastor laughed quietly at his lover's antics. “I can't wait.””

“Me neither,” Lucifer agreed.

After a few minutes of silence, just when Alastor was about to fall asleep, he heard Lucifer say, “I hope it's a boy.”

“I'd much rather it was a girl,” Alastor argued.

Lucifer let out a dejected sigh. “Let's not start that.”

“Only because you know I'm right,” Alastor shot back, yawning by the end.

Lucifer just groaned and turned over to the other side. Alastor counted it as a win, and fell asleep with a smug grin on his face.

Notes:

So, I'm like, 98% sure I wanna make this into a series, but what do you guys think? Everybody finding out he's pregnant, the eight weeks of said pregnancy, after the baby hatches, all that wonderful stuff, my brain wants to write it.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of The Magical Art Of Family Creation