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For the first time in decades - maybe even a century - Lucifer was well and truly tipsy.
His angelic metabolism would normally never allow for such a thing, but fuck it: what was the point of manifesting your own physical body if you couldn’t control a silly little thing like metabolic rates?
That being said, he wasn’t drunk, and had no intentions of allowing himself to be. There was once a time when Lucifer enjoyed partying - Pax Romana had been a wild ride, the High Renaissance even more so - but he had a daughter now, and responsibilities beyond the occasional public appearance directed by Lilith. He refused to embarrass Charlie with so much at stake for her and her hotel.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t indulge just a little.
He was lounging across the sofa in the parlour, his boots kicked off to reveal his crimson hooves and his shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows. One arm was thrown over the back of the sofa, a drink dangling from his hand. It was some sort of concoction Angel had insisted Husk whip up for him, and it was strong.
Most of the hotel residents - absent Alastor - were circled around the low coffee table. A Monopoly board was spread out, but the majority of them had stopped paying attention a while ago. Niffty was curled up on a pillow on the floor, Keekee cuddled tight in her arms. Angel and Husk were chatting quietly, and Vaggie was helping a frowning Charlie look over the board. Lucifer watched on with the occasional sip of his cocktail, his thoughts turning pleasantly fuzzy at the edges as he allowed the liquor to infuse his veins.
“I keep tellin’ Val, no matter how many weird-ass potions he brews up, there ain’t no way he can get somebody in the family way. He thinks it’ll make a killin’ to film that pregnancy shit though, so he keeps tryin’, the dumbass,” Angel said loudly.
Husk chuckled and shook his head. “Guy’s a world-class nutcase, Ang. He’ll try anything he thinks will make him a buck.”
Angel shrugged all four of his shoulders. “Dunno. He thinks the princess here is proof a sinner can get preggers, and seems determined to try.”
Charlie looked up, startled. “Oh, my mom didn’t carry me. Dad did.”
Stunned silence descended over them. Lucifer winced and hurriedly sipped his drink, hoping against hope that the flush crawling up his cheeks would be mistaken as a result of the alcohol. Charlie looked around helplessly, her brows drawing inward with confusion.
“I didn’t realize it was such a big deal,” she laughed nervously. “Creation magic is complicated. Do you want to explain, dad, or…?”
All eyes turned to Lucifer. He sighed and sat up, his head momentarily swimming. He managed to set his drink on the table and rubbed his palms over his knees.
The conversation was not exactly one that he wanted to be having with his daughter’s friends - the topic somehow seemed as indecent as discussing what kind of lingerie his ex-wife had preferred. Still, Lucifer had no regrets when it came to Charlie and her conception, and he would not hide from it as if it was some dirty secret.
“Charlie’s right,” he said. “Creation is complicated, particularly when dealing with the creation of life. The elements required to create a child can be extracted from any sinner - your genetic makeup, in other words - but a pregnancy still requires a viable host, which is impossible for a sinner, seeing as you aren’t alive and therefore not truly fertile. So, when Lils and I wanted to have Charlie, I had to carry.”
Charlie and Vaggie were nodding along. Husk looked unbothered; Angel only looked mildly intrigued. Perhaps it wasn’t such a big deal, after all.
“I’ve always thought of having another,” Lucifer surprised himself by saying. He leaned back against the sofa and smiled wistfully. “Of course, that won’t happen now that Lilith isn’t exactly, ah, in the picture. But the joy of carrying a child, of creating something that’s all your own, it-”
“What a lovely little story, sire!” Alastor’s voice suddenly rang through the room, interrupting Lucifer’s evocative rambling. “How very sentimental of you.”
Lucifer glanced over and saw Alastor standing in the doorway of the parlour. He rolled his eyes and snatched his drink back up to take a generous swig.
“Alastor!” Charlie exclaimed. “When did you get back?”
“Oh, just now,” Alastor said with a flap of his hand. “Just in time to catch such a riveting tale from his majesty. Do tell us more.”
Alastor’s eyes were sparkling, but not with mirth or malice, Lucifer was surprised to see. There was genuine intrigue hiding in those ruby-flecked depths. Lucifer couldn’t fathom why. The circumstances of Charlie’s birth weren’t that special, beyond the implications of her being the Devil’s daughter, so Lucifer couldn’t see what was so fascinating to the normally disinterested sinner.
“Why do you want to know?” Lucifer asked suspiciously.
“Colour me curious,” Alastor said, his grin stretching wide.
Lucifer studied him carefully. He didn’t trust that Alastor wasn’t attempting to reap some sort of crucial tidbit of information from him. After all, the sinner did nothing if not for his own benefit.
“No.” Lucifer decided. “I think I’ll head to bed, actually.”
He looked towards Charlie, who was watching the exchange warily. “Night, sweetie.”
Charlie offered Lucifer a little wave as he rose and banished his drink. He opened a portal directly to his room and stepped through with one final twiddle of his fingers. At the very edge of the portal he could see Alastor watching him, his sharp crimson eyes assessing. Then, with a soft pop , the portal was closed and Lucifer was left alone.
•
The knock on Lucifer’s door a few hours later was not alarming. He couldn’t say he expected it, but he was not at all surprised.
He was also not surprised to find Alastor standing on the other side, his signature grin spread wide with mischief.
Lucifer sighed and stepped back. “Come in, then.”
Alastor took the invitation and strode in with his all usual gusto. Lucifer rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him.
Alastor took Lucifer’s seat in the high wingback chair by the window, forcing Lucifer to conjure another with a snap of his fingers. They settled in across from each other, Alastor looking jovial and Lucifer feeling apprehensive.
Lucifer waited for Alastor to begin, but when the demon simply continued to watch him placidly, he huffed out a sigh and flopped back in his seat.
“Did you need something, or are you invading my personal space because you got bored of your own room?”
“Oh, it isn’t a matter of need, per se.” Alastor held his microphone out to the side, and his shadow peeled off of the wall to deftly pluck it from his hand. He crossed his legs and placed both hands on the ends of the armrests, portraying the perfect picture of relaxation and control.
Lucifer, who had never sat well on his foisted throne, couldn’t help but feel a tad envious.
“I've come with a proposition for you,” Alastor went on. “One that is intended to be mutually beneficial.”
Lucifer cocked his brow. “When have you ever done anything mutually beneficial in your existence? If you think that you can come here and propose some sort of deal-”
“No deal,” Alastor interrupted. “A gentleman’s agreement, let’s say.”
Lucifer regarded him warily. He could admit that Alastor had piqued his curiosity, but he also knew that there were endless schemes brewing behind that smile.
“Alright,” he said after a moment. “I'll bite. But fair warning: if you try to deceive me, it will end badly for you. I'm the Father of Lies, demon. Do not press your luck.”
Alastor looked unperturbed. His smile didn't so much as twitch and his posture remained open and relaxed. He looked as though he had nothing to hide, but Lucifer had been around for a long while and knew better than anyone that looks could be deceiving.
“Go on then,” Lucifer invited as he settled himself back in his chair.
Alastor gave him an appraising look before finally saying: “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation in the parlour-”
“Couldn’t help, my ass.”
“-and I find myself intrigued.” Alastor went on stolidly. “I have considered the many merits of your capabilities, which has led me to this proposition.”
Lucifer blinked in surprise. “You mean-”
“Plainly, I would like to offer my services in providing you with another child,” Alastor said. “This venture would benefit us both, as I said.”
“How the fuck would having your baby benefit me? Or you?!” Lucifer exclaimed, perplexed.
Alastor’s smile ticked upwards. “You expressed your desire for another child quite clearly. If Lilith had not so callously tossed you and her throne aside, you may have had many by now. As it is, you have no partner, and no one to give you that which you desire.”
“Uh huh,” said Lucifer skeptically. “I don’t want a child enough to be saddled with a sinner who hates me and is only doing this for his own motives. I also fail to see what you would be getting from this.”
“Oh, you’d hardly be saddled with me,” Alastor said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I shall be involved as little as you like in the process, aside from the occasional necessities required for child-rearing. As for what I want - well, that’s quite simple. Why does anyone want offspring?”
“To experience the endless joys of parenthood?”
“Legacy,” Alastor said. His smile sharpened and the room began to darken, the shadows pulling towards him. “Having a child with the ruler of Hell would instantly elevate me to the highest status Overlord in the Pride Ring. It would ensure I have no challengers and clear away the rabble nipping at my heels so that I can turn my attention towards more advantageous endeavors. Of course, there is the matter of said child being one of the Morningstar bloodline, and all the advantages and power that accompanies such a formidable title. One day, they shall join me among the uppermost ranks of Hell - and you, of course.”
“So you want a child… because you’re a power-hungry narcissist?” Lucifer said slowly.
Alastor’s ears pinned back with a screech of static. The aspiring glint in his eye fell flat, and the shadows immediately retreated back into the corners of the room.
“I would argue that anyone who has a child is a narcissist,” he sniffed. “All these millions of people having children simply because they desire a smaller version of them.”
“I think you’re missing the point that we’d be having a kid, not a dog that will jump when you tell it to,” Lucifer pointed out. “They’ll be their own person and will one day make their own decisions. They may not want to join you. And who says I would allow it? I’m not popping out a baby so that you can use it as a glorified chess piece in your political schemes.”
“They will be your child as much as mine,” Alastor said. Lucifer frowned. It was not as reassuring of a statement as he was probably hoping for.
“I’m not a good father, Alastor,” he said quietly.
Alastor examined him closely for a moment. His posture softened almost imperceptibly; his shoulders relaxing minutely.
“Charlotte is charitable, empathetic, and kind,” Alastor finally said. “Surely you could not have done that poorly, if the woman your daughter has become is the result.”
Lucifer looked up at him, surprised. Something passed between them - the air itself seemed to shift, some greater, unspoken understanding settling into place. It was there and gone again in a fraction of a second, and before Lucifer could blink Alastor was straightening up in his seat, his usual smile fixing itself in place once more.
“Besides, with my influence, our child shall not turn out nearly so naive or toothless. Ha!”
“Watch it,” Lucifer grumbled half-heartedly.
God, was he really considering this? Was he really, honestly turning over the thought of having a child with Alastor in his mind? Alastor was manipulative, cruel, and stubborn to a fault. But he was also fierce, intelligent, and strong… and those perky little deer’s ears would look so adorable on a chubby-cheeked toddler…
Focus, Morningstar, Lucifer scolded himself.
“How would you even want to do this?” Lucifer asked. “I mean, you have no interest in sex-”
Static snapped through the room, loud and abrupt, cutting Lucifer off.
“Just because I do not engage in the paltry experiences on offer, does not mean that I have no interest,” Alastor said. He drummed the tips of his claws on the armrest - a quick, rhythmic click-click-click-click. Lucifer didn’t acknowledge it, but knew a nervous tic when he saw one. “I assure you, the creation of this child will not be a problem. Unless you prefer a less traditional method? If it is simply a matter of extracting my genes, I am sure you can find a way to manage on your own.”
Lucifer swallowed heavily. Alastor had expertly knocked the ball into Lucifer’s court, forcing the matter to be his choice, while simultaneously leaving Alastor blameless in whatever came next. The fucker couldn’t just voice his desires, oh no: of course it had to be a game.
Unfortunately for him, Lucifer had been playing for far longer.
“I prefer the more traditional route myself,” Lucifer drawled. He crossed one leg over the other and rested his chin on his hand, giving Alastor a little eyebrow waggle for good measure. “More mutually beneficial that way, wouldn’t you agree?”
Lucifer watched with great delight as a flush of pink lit up the sharp lines of Alastor’s cheekbones. Alastor shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and Lucifer could tell he was resisting the urge to clear his throat.
“So, are we in agreement then?” Alastor asked a moment later. His voice was slightly raspy, and the sound sent a dirty thrill up Lucifer’s spine.
“We have much more to discuss,” Lucifer said. “Things I would like notarized in a deal, if it’s all the same to you. Do not forget that this child would also be mine, Alastor. A part of me as much as you. They will be powerful, yes, but never as powerful as me, and if you hurt them-”
“I would not hurt a child and never my own,” Alastor said softly. For the first time all evening - and perhaps ever - Lucifer could see the honesty written plain on his face. He could also sense it when he extended his magic and allowed it to tentatively brush Alastor’s. Alastor would not place their child in harm’s way, not even for his own gain. Never.
For the first time, Lucifer imagined the child they could have. The soft, rosy cheeks; the wispy hair that would eventually thicken into lush curls. A child. His child. Theirs.
A deep pang of longing hit him in the chest, the ache so profound that it made him gasp.
“Alright,” he said, agreeing before he even realized he had started speaking. “Okay. Should we set a date, or-”
“I am ready when you are,” Alastor said brusquely. Eagerly, even. They both came to the realization at the same time, and Lucifer’s face heated as Alastor’s ears flattened back against his head. Lucifer would have teased him for it, if he hadn’t found the action as endearing as he did.
“Should we just… I mean, you really want to…” Lucifer gestured lamely to his bed.
He wasn’t exactly sure how to go about this. Sex with Lilith had never been awkward, even in the earliest days. They had learned together in Eden, and even when they brought others into their bed during the many years of their marriage, it had been pre-planned events, with none of the complexities of the stilted, bizarre relationship he and Alastor had fostered over the last few months. Hell, they weren’t even friends: they just barely passed for acquaintances.
“After you,” Alastor invited.
Lucifer rose from his chair slowly and turned to face the bed. It sat innocuously in the middle of the room, the sheets still rumpled from where he had neglected to tidy them that morning. Christ.
He heard Alastor move to stand behind him. Without prompting, he stepped closer to the bed, until he was right next to it. God above, he really hoped this wouldn’t be terrible. He had always imagined that Alastor had some repressed sexual urges lurking beneath that tall, creepy facade of his and sincerely hoped that if he did, they would make some sort of appearance now. The last thing Lucifer wanted was to find himself staring blankly up at the ceiling like some sort of oppressed Victorian housewife enduring her husband's attentions.
Lucifer turned and startled when he found Alastor standing almost directly behind him. He jumped so hard he nearly lost his balance, but was steadied by Alastor’s hand shooting out to cradle his elbow.
“We do not have to do this,” Alastor said. He was examining Lucifer intently, his brows drawn inward. “If it is proving too difficult for you, or-”
“No,” Lucifer interrupted quickly. He took a shuddering breath. “No. I want to. I just… it’s been a while. I’d also like to, y’know, enjoy myself. I’d like us to both enjoy it. I don’t want this to be weird.”
“I’m afraid the very nature of what we’re about to do may be considered bizarre, to some,” Alastor shrugged, “but I do not find it so, and I share your sentimentality that I would prefer it to be enjoyable for us both. Or at the very least, not boring.”
Lucifer huffed out a laugh and looked away, back towards the bed. “Not boring is doable, at least.”
“There now,” Alastor encouraged, “no need for such a fuss. Shall we undress? I understand that is often a requirement for these sorts of things.”
Lucifer looked at him, surprised. “Have you never-”
“Oh, I have.” Alasted waved a hand dismissively. “Back when I was alive. Once with a woman and once with a man. It was not particularly enjoyable either time, but you, my dear, are far more interesting than they ever were.”
It was not exactly a compliment, but Lucifer’s cheeks heated nonetheless, gold rising beneath the red circles and turning them dusky pink.
He turned away and snagged the hem of his shirt to pull it up over his head. Alastor clearly wanted to move things along and Lucifer wanted the entire process to be as painless as possible. Without further preamble, he shoved down his sleeping pants and boxers and stepped out of them, then turned and sat himself on the edge of the bed. He cocked his brow at Alastor expectantly.
Lucifer did not expect the hungry look in Alastor’s eyes as he dragged his gaze across Lucifer’s naked form. There wasn’t much to see with Lucifer sitting on the bed, but Alastor’s eyes were not lingering between his legs: they were sweeping across the swoop of his neck; the delicate line of his collarbone; the softness of his chest and dip of his waist.
Lucifer’s lips parted and he released a small, involuntary, “oh.” Alastor’s eyes flickered up to meet his. The heat in them made Lucifer shudder and unexpected warmth pool deep in his belly.
Not boring, indeed.
Without prompting, Alastor reached up and thumbed open the line of buttons keeping his jacket closed. He shucked off the fabric and carefully folded it before reaching out and placing it on the bed, right next to Lucifer. The brief proximity wafted the scent of Alastor’s cologne towards him. Lucifer inhaled shamelessly, the spice and heady scent of cypress wood making his head swim.
“Patience,” Alastor admonished softly. Lucifer shot him a glare, but Alastor only smiled.
Alastor stripped off the rest of his clothing as meticulously as he had his jacket, folding it all and summoning his shadow to whisk the articles away. Even his underwear was discarded without ceremony, until he was left standing naked before Lucifer, unashamed.
Lucifer could only stare. Alastor was… well.
“How do you not faint every time you get hard?” Lucifer blurted. “I mean, with so much blood rushing into that monster, you’d think that you’d-”
He was cut off by Alastor reaching out and grasping his face with a crimson claw on either side of his mouth. He pinched Lucifer’s mouth shut, forcing his lips outwards into a petulant pooch.
“Do you ever stop talking?” Alastor snipped. “Perhaps I should reconsider my proposal, if there is a chance that our child will be as mouthy as you.”
Lucifer stuck his tongue out between his smushed lips and gave Alastor a loud raspberry. Alastor’s nose wrinkled with distaste and he released him, then slowly and purposefully reached over to his jacket where it was still draped on the bed and pulled his kerchief out of his breast pocket to wipe his hands.
“You know we’re about to have sex, right?” Lucifer teased. “A bit of saliva should be the least of your worries when it comes to bodily fluids.”
“It is your attitude that gives me pause, not your saliva,” Alastor sighed, “but needs must, and I shall endure.”
Lucifer rolled his eyes, but before he had the chance to make another witty retort, Alastor’s hand was curling over his shoulder and giving him a sharp shove backwards. He went sprawling on his back on the bed, his legs still dangling over the edge.
“What-”
“I would like to see what I’m working with,” Alastor explained. Lucifer watched with wide eyes as Alastor took the two steps needed to bring him between Lucifer’s knees. His eyes widened even further when Alastor knelt, the width of his shoulders bullying Lucifer’s legs apart.
“Jesus,” Lucifer breathed.
Alastor hummed in acknowledgement and placed his hands on the insides of Lucifer’s thighs. There he paused and glanced up, seeking permission. Lucifer granted it with a quick nod. Alastor gently parted his thighs, revealing what lay between.
Lucifer blushed when the cool air of the room hit his cunt. He was already wet, and with Alastor so close and gazing at him intently, there was no way to hide it.
“Are you always this way, or do you often change your anatomy?” Alastor asked softly. There was no scorn in his voice - only genuine curiosity.
Lucifer propped himself up on his elbows to look down at Alastor. “It varies. Sometimes I’ll keep the same form for weeks, or even months. Sometimes I’ll change throughout the day. Most often I change during sex, to whatever I want at the time.”
“What do you want now?” Alastor purred. His hands were still on Lucifer’s thighs. Slowly, he slid them upwards, until he was cupping the supple flesh of Lucifer’s hips. Lucifer sucked in a breath, his cunt clenching. A dribble of slick leaked out onto the bed, dampening the sheets beneath him.
“I want…” Lucifer started. He licked his lips and tried again. “I want you to lick my pussy until I come on your tongue, and then I want you to fuck a baby into me. Please, Alastor.”
Alastor visibly startled, his eyes going wide. Lucifer himself was shocked by his own brashness, but he hid it with a salacious little smirk.
“Think you can do that, big boy?”
Alastor’s lips peeled back into a wicked grin and his eyes darkened, his radio dials briefly spinning into place before returning to normal. He didn’t answer Lucifer with words - instead, he ducked his head and licked a long strip up the length of Lucifer’s cunt, from his hole to his throbbing clit.
Lucifer cried out, his head tipping back until his hair tickled the sensitive spot between his shoulder blades. Alastor repeated the motion: slow, languid laps of his tongue across the plush flesh of Lucifer’s pussy. His tongue was slightly raspy, creating delicious friction that had Lucifer’s thighs trembling around Alastor’s head. Fuck, he wouldn’t last long like this.
“Inside,” Lucifer gasped out. “You need to prep me, I won’t be able to take you unless you-”
Alastor moaned between his thighs, the reverberation against Lucifer’s cunt forcing out a whine from deep in his chest. His hands flew up on instinct, but at the last second he remembered Alastor’s abhorrence for touch and he redirected to the tops of his thighs instead. He sunk his claws into his own skin, just hard enough to pierce flesh and send thin rivulets of blood running across his pale thighs. It was maddening, not being able to touch Alastor while he was buried nose-deep in Lucifer’s pussy, but he had no desire to offend the demon before they had even begun.
Alastor’s tongue probed downwards, abandoning Lucifer’s clit in favour of curiously lapping over his hole. Lucifer made a mournful noise at the loss, but no sooner had it left his lips than he choked on it when Alastor pressed his tongue inside.
There was no build-up or finesse: Alastor simply shoved his tongue into Lucifer’s cunt, bullying into the tender, pliable flesh with a single forceful thrust. Lucifer’s arms gave out and he collapsed back onto the bed, his claws still sunk deep into the tops of his thighs. He tried to arch into the dextrous flex and curl of the slick muscle, but there was no leverage to be found with his lower half hanging off of the bed. He was forced to simply take whatever Alastor chose to bestow, gasping and moaning as he did.
A moment later, a different kind of pressure was edging along his cunt. It only took him a second to realize that it was Alastor’s fingers pressing in alongside his tongue, two of them easing into Lucifer’s hole on either side and stretching him wide in preparation.
“Fuck,” Lucifer keened. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Alastor.”
Alastor made a small noise of acknowledgement and pressed deeper, harder, flexing his fingers outwards to open Lucifer up. There was no hiding, not with Alastor holding his pussy open, and Lucifer could feel wetness dripping over his skin and onto the bed, a testament to his arousal that made his cheeks darken and head spin.
Lucifer’s orgasm built strong and fast, the heat of it curling up the base of his spine and pooling between his hips. He tried to warn Alastor, but the only sound he was capable of producing was a garbled moan, his thighs splaying wide apart in anticipation of his climax.
It hit like a punch to the gut, knocking the wind from Lucifer and leaving him reeling. He was unable to control the way his hands flew to Alastor’s hair, gripping the silken strands hard between his knuckles as he rocked down onto Alastor’s face.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Lucifer chanted as he rode out his orgasm. Despite his apologies, he couldn’t bring himself to release Alastor until he was finished. He quickly drew his hands away, not wanting to lose a finger for his infraction upon the sinner’s personal space.
Slowly, Alastor pulled back. Lucifer released a pitiful whimper when Alastor’s tongue and fingers withdrew, leaving him achingly empty. He couldn’t help but look down as Alastor rocked back on his heels, anticipating the angry curl of Alastor’s smile. Instead, he got a full view of Alastor’s messy hair and lopsided ears. His pupils were huge, swallowing his pretty garnet-red irises until only the slimmest ring remained. Slick was smeared across his cheeks, chin, and nose - Lucifer blushed when he saw the way that Alastor’s throat and even his chest was shining with it.
“I’m sorry I touched you,” Lucifer said hoarsely. “I didn’t mean to, I-”
“Nonsense,” Alastor said. “Given the nature of what we were doing, and what we’re about to do, I see no need for such formalities. You did not blunder.”
Lucifer swallowed heavily. “Okay. Should we…?”
Alastor’s eyes glinted in the low light, his smile stretching. “Eager to get on with things, are we?”
“Yes,” Lucifer admitted. “I really, really am.”
“Alright then. Get on your knees at the centre of the bed.”
Lucifer’s whole body flushed hot from the command. He obeyed hastily, crab-crawling backwards and flipping himself onto his hands and knees. He peered over his shoulder to watch Alastor stand and delicately wipe his face with his kerchief, before tossing the soiled cloth aside. Then, he crawled up onto the bed after Lucifer, his teeth gleaming when his lips parted in a predatory smile.
Lucifer gasped quietly when Alastor reached him and raised himself on his knees, setting his hands on Lucifer’s hips. He turned and buried his face into the bedding below, his heart hammering with anticipation.
“Are you ready, ma lumière?” Alastor asked.
“Fuck,” Lucifer whined. The nickname made his pussy clench for reasons he was not capable or willing to examine at that particular moment. He could feel the heat of Alastor against him, and it was enough to make him squirm, despite Alastor having barely even touched him yet.
“Do it,” Lucifer demanded. He thrusted his hips back and up, swaying them from side to side enticingly. “Fuck me, Alastor.”
Alastor snarled, the sound loud and foreboding in the otherwise quiet of Lucifer’s room. His grip on Lucifer’s hips tightened and he bucked his hips forward, the length of his cock bumping and dragging across Lucifer’s tailbone. He tapped his cock against Lucifer’s tailbone once, sharp and firm, right at the place where the rest of his tail would emerge. Lucifer jolted, the sudden spike of stimulation making his claws dig so hard into the bedding that the fabric parted with a sharp rip.
Lucifer’s mouth dropped open, preparing to beg if he had to, but there was no need. In the next second the head of Alastor’s cock was parting his folds and notching at his hole, a threat and a promise in one.
“Give it to me,” Lucifer commanded. “Oh, fuck, give me it.”
“As my king commands,” Alastor said. With a grunt he began to push inside, the steady press almost more than Lucifer could take.
“Fuck,” Lucifer cried. Alastor was stretching him wide - wide enough that there was a sting of pain with the pleasure; wide enough that he was cross-eyed and drooling with it. He hadn’t taken this much in years. He had fucked his clones, but the were the same size as him: generous, but not gluttonous. Lucifer could have made them bigger, of course he could have, but fuck, what was the point? He hadn’t seen the need then - they did the job well enough - but now. Now. Oh, yes. Now he knew what Angel was referring to when the spider joked about size queens.
They both moaned when Alastor bottomed out, his cock fully sheathed in the tight, slick heat of Lucifer’s cunt. The head of his cock was pressed firmly against Lucifer’s cervix, the snug pressure making Lucifer grip the sheets desperately.
“Move,” Lucifer gasped out. “Alastor, please.”
“Needy thing,” Alastor chided. He sounded winded though, and not a moment later he obeyed, withdrawing to the very tip only to slam back inside. The pace he picked up was brutal and demanding, but nothing short of what Lucifer had desired.
It felt like he was being punished.
It felt like he was being blessed.
“Yes, just like that. Take it,” Alastor growled. “Take my seed and give me your heir. Soon all of Hell will know what we’ve done and the perversion you have succumbed to. You will be unable to deny it when you begin to show - when you are heavy with my child. You’ll be unable to hide how you are kept.”
Lucifer sobbed into the sheets. Already he could feel another orgasm building, the ruthlessness of their fucking turning him into a primal, needy thing like nothing else. He wanted it, desperately so. Wanted to carry Alastor’s child.
He wanted to be kept.
“Al-astor,” Lucifer moaned, “‘m gonna, gonna-”
“Yes,” Alastor hissed. “Come for me, angel. Show me how badly you want it.”
His hand shifted from Lucifer’s hip to between his legs. He found Lucifer’s clit and rubbed quick, tight little circles over it, sending Lucifer to the edge so quickly he was dizzy with it. Lucifer came with a scream, his back arching and wings snapping outwards of their own accord, six huge appendages suddenly filling the room with a burst of feathers.
Alastor snarled as he fucked Lucifer through it, his pace rapid and sloppy with his impending peak. The room darkened, demonic howls filling the air before he too came with a cry, his cock pressed as deep as he could muster.
Lucifer could feel the heat of Alastor’s cum spreading within him, spurting across his walls and dripping out onto the sheets. He collapsed forwards onto the bed, Alastor following him down with a sharp grunt.
They turned onto their sides with Alastor still inside and laid like that for a long while, both of them silent and spent. Alastor eventually softened and slipped out, but neither of them moved to clean up. Lucifer was more sated than he had been in decades, drifting in the afterglow. Alastor’s hand was still on his hip, rubbing small, soothing circles into the bone.
“I suppose we shall need some sort of test,” Alastor mused after a few minutes. “I’m sure Rosie could scrounge something up.”
“No need,” Lucifer mumbled. “When I got pregnant with Charlie, I knew immediately. Just give it a bit. If I don’t feel anything by morning, I’ll-”
He stopped, his entire body going rigid in Alastor’s arms. Alastor stiffened immediately, his grip on Lucifer tightening.
“What?” Alastor said. “What is it?”
“It worked,” Lucifer replied faintly. “It worked.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.”
Alastor let out a slow breath across the back of Lucifer’s neck. Lucifer was still stiff, shock settling into his veins. He could feel the tiny spark within him, Alastor’s DNA entwining with his and forming what would one day be their child.
They’d done it.
Lucifer was pregnant.