I legitimately do not understand why so many people pretend like "no sew" patterns are supposed to be easier for beginners when in fact they have to make so many different kind of stitches for one work, when they could get the same effect just as easy by sewing pieces together. Like, I seriously don't get it why is sewing viewed as harder??? Embroidery sure, I never got the hang of that either, but sewing in crochet is literally just like connecting dots with a needle.
Listen, I am a degenerate and all, but I still think that writing Omegaverse and go out of your way to make Mpreg impossible goes against some kind of law or something. Like, what are we doing. What is the motherfucking point of writing omegaverse then. Why call it omegaverse if you go out of your way to take away one of the aspects that makes omegaverse interesting for some people.
Artistic expression, artistic freedom, breaking of norms, subverting expectations, yes, yes, we support all of that. But also, I wanted to relax with a nice mpreg book and in one of the first pages it already said that omegas are born sterile. The absolute betrayal. Mislead. Tricked. Scammed even. Fuck me.
You know what I wanna see in the third season? Alastor bullying the fuck out of Lucifer now that he knows Lucifer can't do shit to him, only for Charlie to go full demon mode and tell him to knock that fuck off. Making it so Alastor has to tip toe around Charlie if he wants to do anything to Lucifer
I am so fucking tired of the trope of Charlie defending Alastor in front of Lucifer. Like, that was fucking everywhere for a while there. Time to turn it around and Charlie call out Alastor for the (petty, egotistical, secretly insecure as fuck) bully that he has always been.
"No need to wait for me," said Lucifer, a white komodo dragon in the back. His scaly face was calm, the two red spots on his cheek barely moving at all, but anyone who knew him would have noticed the way his hand was fidgeting with the the end of his open jacket over his business suit.
The black panther that was his driver, Husk, did not even need to see it to know that is what was happening. It was the same deal every time that he had to bring Lucifer there. But he was going to be the last person to bring it up. Not because he thought Lucifer would truly retaliate necessarily (if anything, he would just deny it), but out of genuine respect. That and because it had been a while since Lucifer's face lit up when checking the message in his phone. They had been doing a good job lately, keeping everything in order at the Black Market. The boss could give himself a treat.
The other members of their group would go to a stripper club with a herbivore dancer and get drunk in order to unwind. Lucifer never stopped them, but also never indulged himself. Besides his weird collection of ducks everyone pretended they knew nothing about, this was the only thing he did that wasn't related to work.
"What do I tell your grandpa?" Asked Husk. Retired or not, the big leon that was the previous leader of their gang liked to be updated on everything. That very much included his last remaining living relative.
"Tell him I will message him later," said Lucifer after a resigned sigh, rolling his brown eyes. It was clear he didn't appreciate being looked over, but had given up fighting about it. Goliath Morningstar was just as stubborn as his grandson. "He knows where I will be anyway. I sure hope you all can hold down the fort while I am away."
"Of course, boss," said Husk, finding a good parking spot. Once he got himself in the situation, he opened up the locks to let Lucifer get out. He had barely touched the button when the young scaly was already out, his long tail the last thing to touch the seat and dragging on the floor. Lucifer fixed his suit and looked at himself in the reflection of the car window.
"How do I look?" he asked, fidgeting with his blue tie. The pull on it was stronger than expected. Lucifer was smaller than the average men of his species, but it would be a mistake to think that made him weaker. Hissing at his ruined accessory, Lucifer pulled the entire thing out of him and shoveled it in his pocket. He opened up a pair of buttons from his dress shirt, revealing just a hint of the tattoos hiding underneath. He was still waiting for a response.
"Sharp as usual," answered Husk with a grin. When they were at work, it was easy to forget that Lucifer was merely 25 years old, but now he looked exactly as he should: just a young man about to have a big date that he didn't want to ruin for anything in the world. It was enough to make an old man feel nostalgic. "You will knock him out, Lu."
His words calmed down Lucifer, bringing out his signature smirk back.
"You know it," he said with a wink, straightening up. "See you later."
"Good luck," said Husk, although Lucifer didn't need it, driving away.
Once he saw the black car disappear in a corner, the smirk vanished from Lucifer's face as he stared again at the building. An apartment building that was at the edges of town itself, away from the black market and from the center of everything. The first weeks after their arrangement had started they would reunite in random places like that. It was only lately that they had stayed with this one. Not in small part because the neighbor was practically empty and the building itself only had a few residents that were away working most of the day. Making it absurdly easy to come and go without no one ever knowing. It was a hassle, for sure, having to make the long travel each time, but Lucifer was never going to be one to complain.
It was the best they could do after all. Whistling to himself to try to calm down, Lucifer made his way inside with the key he always carried in his pocket, whether he received a message or not. Once he was inside the elevator, he leaned against the wall as he read the words in his phone again. The number was not in his agenda, had no profile picture, but Lucifer knew exactly who it was.
"Is this the curry place? I need a small order to take out. As tiny as you can," were the words, followed by a rabbit emoji. Lucifer should be annoyed that there was always some reference to his height, but he could only muster up a small bounce in his step. Once the doors in front of him opened up, Lucifer took a big breath and walked the hallway to the last door at the left. He typed out with one hand, his forked tongue already coming out to scent the air, delighting himself on it.
"Wrong number, bud," he sent out, adding an angry wolf emoji in the end. That is how the other side would know it was him and not just some rando who had picked up his phone. Confirming his words, as soon the text was marked as read, Lucifer heard the door of the apartment turning.
In front of him stood a young deer, his antlers poking the sky. His big green eyes seemed surprised to see him already there, but that was quickly washed away by pure unfiltered relief. Only for a second later compose himself, lifting his chin. Lucifer had seen such changes so many times before, but he was fascinated by it every single time. No matter what was the situation, the circumstances, in front of what predator he was facing, Alastor would rather lose his life than his dignity. Lucifer had met lions with less pride than that deer, and he loved him for it.
"Look who decided to finally show up," said Alastor, crossing his arms. He was wearing a simple shirt over some casual black pants. No presence of the elegant and expensive suits that Lucifer was used to seeing him in during any of his presentations in the media. "I was starting to think you were skipping today. But since you are here, I guess you can come in," he finalized with a shrug, making himself to a side to let him in. Lucifer squeezed both his hands inside his pocket as he was let on, fighting against every urge he had with everything he got. His tongue jumped out between his teeth like it had a mind of his own, relishing in the scent of the deer all over that place.
That was also the reason why they had chosen a specific place, although none of them would say it. A room where only the two of them enter was going to be impregnated with their scent. It would feel truly theirs. Their own nest to do as they pleased, where nothing else mattered but get lost in each other. It was enough to make Lucifer want to jump that tall figure and rip his clothes away, but there was no rush. If anything, now it was that he could truly relax.
"Sorry, I wanted to surprise you for once," said Lucifer, offering a smile. As soon the front door was closed again, he wrapped an arm around Alastor's waist and brought him against him. "You knew I was going to be coming anyway, pretty thing. The only thing that would stop me if I got killed."
Other herbivores would tense up at the sudden movement, in the presence of some heavy claws gently gracing their vulnerable side. Alastor, instead, relaxed just the tiniest bit, arms still crossed.
"As dramatic as always," he commented, even though Lucifer's arm could feel the gentle swag of his tail over his pants. Lucifer had to repress the impulse to grab it and pull on it, hungry for the sounds he knew would make. "For the next time, a warning would suffice."
"Aww, you got worried, babe?" Teased Lucifer, letting his hand rest over an asscheek and hold it, a finger near the point where the legs joined. A shiver ran down over Alastor, but even after a slight shift, he refused to know anything in his face but annoyance. Lucifer could smell something else in that reaction, a sweet note that almost had him growl with burning desire. Alastor was in heat or at least the starting of it. Lucifer had imagined it already, with it being the right season for it and everything, but it was nice to receive a direct confirmation. It meant that Lucifer was definitely not going to be back home for the weekend. He grinned with satisfaction.
"You smell nice today. Real, real nice," he commented, nuzzling his side. The warmth that nothing else in his life could help to compare it was irresistible. "Don't you feel all stuffy with all that clothes on, babe? I can help alleviate that."
Alastor trembled again, even more evident than before, but he shook his head strong and took the hand over his waist on his.
"I am sure you can," he said, without meeting his gaze. "But before any of that, there is something I want to discuss with you."
"Okay?" Lucifer let himself be taken to the table in the living room. They were never going to receive any guests so there were only two tables available. Alastor made him a gesture to sit down. Lucifer did, hoping that Alastor would sit on his lap before bringing over some dinner he had gotten already, but Alastor sat on his chair instead facing him. With him putting his hands over the table, joining them together, suddenly Lucifer got the impression they were in a business meeting. Even the posture of Alastor seemed to suggest so, pulling his shoulders back. "Is everything okay?" asked Lucifer, concerned when only silence followed.
"Yes," said Alastor, releasing some air. "I apologize, this is not easy for me."
Lucifer straightened up at that. What did it mean? He reached over to cover the hands of Alastor with his, the short soft fur always so silky against his scales.
"Just talk to me, baby," he asked, managing a smile. "And preferably soon, before I lose my mind here."
"I will," said Alastor, not moving at all as he met his eyes for the first time. "Remember our second to last year of high school?"
Lucifer jolted at that, but forced himself to remain calm. There was no way he could ever forget that. Not only the year in which he and Alastor started hooking up, but also the one he had been kidnapped by a gang of the Black Market, confusing him for a runaway prey. Lucifer hasn't visited the place since he started high school, but he came with his own gun in hand and demanded to be given his deer back.
It was extremely lucky the gang in question knew about him and his grandpa. If they killed Lucifer, as it was their first instinct, that would be an outright declaration of war. It was far easier for everyone to let Alastor go with him. Upon finding out the leader of that gang had the audacity of licking Alastor's neck, talking about how delicious he was going to be, Lucifer had made a call to his grandpa. Goliath had a strict policy at the Black market to never let underage prey be caught or eaten in his territory. Adults were fair game, but anything below that was a death sentence. On top of that, someone Lucifer cared about, which had no small influence in the anger that radiated from the old lion through the phone. Lucifer only asked his grandpa to bring him some of that leader's meat after they were done.
He had brought Alastor to a love hotel. For once with no plan to have sex at all. Alastor was still too shaken up to want to see anyone at school or call his adoptive mother to pick him up, despite his best effort to pretend he was okay. Lucifer didn't want to leave him alone. They stayed watching cartoons on his phone until Alastor finally asked him why they just let them leave.
Everyone at school knew he had been raised by his grandpa, that his parents died when he was too small to even remember what they smelled like. The part Lucifer didn't share was the one involving the black market and how he was expected to work for it as soon as he graduated. Lucifer explained all of that to Alastor, who deserved the truth if nothing else after everything. The whole competition against Alastor for lead roles in their drama club was fun, but it was never going to be more than a mere hobby.
"And who were you talking to now?" was the only thing Alastor asked that night. Before then he had just nodded along. It was a lot to digest so Lucifer was willing to process everything as long as he wanted to. If Alastor wanted to sever any contact with him or never have him touch him as a result, Lucifer was willing to accept that. Most people didn't even want to hear about the black market, and now knowing someone they were... well, not close to, but intimate with, was part of it would be a tough pill to swallow for pretty much everyone.
Pretty sure that they borrowed time, Lucifer explained what he talked about with his grandpa. "Don't worry, neither he or his group will ever bother you again," assured Lucifer, hoping that could be a relief at least.
"Are they going to eat him?" asked Alastor, looking away, gripping Lucifer's jacket around his shoulders.
"In the end they will. Grandpa really doesn't like people breaking his rules. He doesn't have that many, but expects everyone to take them seriously so he is going to take his time." And then he added, not knowing why. Maybe just to hammer home that he wasn't different from that world. He was made from the same cloth after all. "I asked his tongue for me. For licking you."
Alastor stared at him for a long time. In other circumstances Lucifer would have relished making the charming lead actor of their club into a mute, mock him about it, but that night all he knew about was the restraining in his chest and how loud his heart was. He knew that whatever the two of them had was never going to last. Not only because of his own path, but because Alastor was on his own way to become the heir to Antlers Industry, a media conglomerate whose numbers Lucifer couldn't even imagine. There was talk about him someday becoming the next Beastar, the link between all species to keep peace in the city. An actual relationship between them would be suicidal. Lucifer was aware from the start, telling himself that some fun on the rooftop of the school during lunch was more than enough, but looking at him there, with the smell of those men still lingering around him, more vulnerable than ever before, it became obvious that he was just kidding himself.
He was never getting rid of Alastor, even if Alastor moved on to change the world. The scent of the deer was going to haunt him no matter what he did. What a fucked time to learn that. His timing was always shit.
When Alastor gripped the front of his shirt to kiss him, it took a while for Lucifer to even react at all. It was usually him the one to initiate those gestures. This time, he was the one who got laid down in the bed as Alastor rose above him, straddling him with those long beautiful legs Lucifer wanted to bite into as much as caress them.
They had sex before, many times, but that was the first time they actually made love. They said to each other all the stuff they never did before, letting all of it spill out of them without any care or fear for the future.
"I remember," said Lucifer carefully. That was a good memory, but it came with so much grief before and after that he had no idea why Alastor was bringing it up.
"Right after... that night, you know I... Became pregnant," continued Alastor.
Lucifer squeezed his hand. He had been so shocked back then, he didn't manage to say a word in before Alastor dropped the next bit of information. That he wasn't going to keep it, that he couldn't. Lucifer nodded along. He accompanied Alastor to the doctor and was with him the entire time. It wasn't easy, but they knew it was for the best.
"Yeah," he said, not knowing what else to say but wanting to encourage Alastor to continue.
"I don't regret it," clarified Alastor, as if that was ever a thought. "We were two stupid kids who had no idea what they were doing. We had no way to provide for a child by ourselves. I would lose everything and you..."
"I would have done everything to keep you and them safe," insisted Lucifer, inclining forward.
"Would you have given up the Black Market that easily?" Alastor said it with a smirk, like that was absurd, but Lucifer held his stare.
"Without a second thought," he said seriously. Alastor eyebrows shot up and Lucifer saw the implications of his words and rushed in to add: "Anything you wanted to do I will support it, though! You are right anyway. We were just some kids. It was for the best."
"Not to mention the possible complications," said Alastor, like a knowledge he had repeated to himself many times before. Lucifer never had a single doubt that Alastor had thought about that and more, which is why he became so sure in his choice. "Your genetics... no offense, darling, but they are a mess already."
Lucifer shrugged. There was no point arguing with the truth.
"Add to that a herbivore parent was unheard of. Even if everything was as it should be during the birth, we could not be prepared to care for a hybrid on our own."
"Babe, I know that," said Lucifer, keeping his voice gentle but only more confused the more this went on. "I am sorry, I just don't know why we are talking about this now."
Alastor, to his surprise, smiled. He moved his palms up to hold and squeeze his hands back.
"I am trying to tell you we are not some stupid kids anymore." He pulled away, grabbing a bag that Lucifer hadn't even noticed before. It looked similar to the one he carried around at school. And just like it did at school, he pulled out a bunch of folios to let them neatly place in the table in front of him.
Lucifer almost let out a laugh. Alastor looked so proud of himself as he accommodated them in the right order, whatever it was that only made sense for him. It was endearing, like watching him distribute his notes before a study session. The only thing missing were his reading glasses, but otherwise it was perfect.
Once it was all set up, Alastor put a hand on the first manila folio.
"These are the floor plans for a new apartment that has just been finalized this week. It's a safe location with multiple exits available that won't be easy to spot at once. All the windows in the last two floors will be tinted. Visible from the inside but not the outside. Those last two will be connected through an elevator and will count with all possible amenities. Four bedrooms, two offices, three bathrooms, a dining room and entertainment room," he said calmly, moving his hand to the next. "These are the contracts for in-house doctors that will be available at any hour of the night and day. Both herbivore and carnivore doctors, with full medical equipment at the ready. This is a list of all the personal security that will keep watch at all times, with all the points they will be looking at. They will never let someone that wasn't authorized inside before hand. You are free to examine any of them for your consideration. You can even bring over men from your own group, the most trustworthy you have at hand, if that makes it any easier for you."
Lucifer frowned, utterly lost now. Alastor may as well have talked in pure gibberish. He saw that Alastor was satisfied with himself, but for the life of him he couldn't see why. There was a specific conclusion on the horizon, but he refused to come to it, in case it was wrong.
"What... is supposed to be easier for me?"
Alastor smiled, joining his hands in front of him.
"Making me a fawn," he said, as if it were that simple. Lucifer didn't want to stand up so quickly that his chair was pushed back. He just did, in front of his favorite deer in the world laughing softly at it. "I talked with my mother and she agreed to all of it. The fawn will legally be known as yours, with the other parent unknown, and they will be my godchild. The apartment will be our new residency. I will be living with you, but able to get up when necessary for business."
"Wh-what about?" said Lucifer, emphatically pointing at his own ring finger. Alastor looked briefly at his own, where his own wedding band shone gold.
"Rosie agreed as well," said Alastor, his voice firm and confident like delivering a speech on stage, but it wasn't at all like it. On stage Alastor would have never been caught barely managing to contain a smile. "She never had an issue with any of our encounters anyway. She knows our marriage is purely for business. As long as I help her make a fawn to continue our names, something we don't even have to touch for, and we manage to keep our reputations intact, she is willing to come live with us to keep up appearances. She would have her own space to do as she pleased, of course, but there will be times in which we will have to present our faces in public. Both children will be afforded all the same resources, just as much as they decide to take on the business or not. They will never lack a single thing. Ever. I will make sure of it," added Alastor and for a moment he stood still.
Lucifer wanted to say so many things, but contained himself by squeezing his fist. He knew about Alastor growing up in the Black Market, before his grandpa tore that part of the place down for selling children, and how he was saved after being adopted by his mother. The kind of confession that only happened once and then changed everything about how they thought about each other, only to make them feel closer than ever before. One night when they were so comfortable with each other that touching each other's scars did not hurt at all. An investment, she said, and up until now Alastor had done everything in his power to keep it that way. Lucifer was not surprised that she would agree. She owes it to him.
Alastor took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"The only thing left is you," he said, lifting his eyes up to Lucifer. "Ever since that incident, I have wondered about it, you know? What it would be to grow up your fawn. I don't care how they come out, with scales, fur or feathers somehow. I just want it to be ours. I know we can't get married legally, and you always hated that, but I can do this."
"Hey, that is not true," said Lucifer, reaching over to take one of the hands of Alastor and hold it tight as he knelt beside his chair. "I always valued what we have. As long as you want me here with you, I will be one happy guy. I will take what I can get however you can give it. You don't owe me anything."
His words had the instant effect of soothing something on Alastor's face. It was mostly true too. Did Lucifer have the fantasy of walking around with Alastor on his arm like his official mate, to have a wedding and have family dinners every night? Yes. Of course. It would be foolish to deny it. But Alastor was doing some important job and he would never ask him to abandon that. He could have ended things between them a long time ago and it would have been easier for both of them, but somehow that was never a real option. They just invented new ways to find each other, however convoluted and absurd.
All the plans of Alastor were the very definition of absurd. It was so risky that Lucifer still didn't believe he fully grasped it. But it was clear that Alastor had thought about it from every angle possible.
"Even so." Alastor touched his cheek, his thumb drawing a gentle circle over the pattern of his scales. "I want this. Would you accompany me?"
"Babe, you could go straight to Hell and I will be glad to go with you." Lucifer finished his line with a wiggle of his eyebrows, which never failed to bring either a chuckle or a fond rolling of eyes from Alastor, before Lucifer would dare to actually touch him and even after it became clear for him that Alastor wanted to be touched by him. Now, years after that, he got a soft snort as Alastor came to find his lips.
Lucifer let it be soft at first, becoming familiarized once again with the round teeth and the lack of any fang. The earthy taste of whatever plant Alastor had eaten for lunch. Thanks to his mess of genetics, Lucifer was exclusively a carnivore. He could eat other things, but things like plants and tofu were tasteless in his mouth, like eating wet cardboard, no matter how well prepared it was. His only true exceptions were the occasional sweets and Alastor, and sometimes Lucifer couldn't even tell there was much of a difference. A fresh soft delicious piece of chocolate cake could make him feel all warm and satisfied, just like a kiss, but at that moment Alastor only left him hungry for more. He groaned, incapable of containing himself, as he pushed himself forward more.
He gripped the high of Alastor and moved his legs to have them in front of him, adding a bit of pressure from his claws over the deer's pants. Most carnivores were taught from young to try to be gentle with herbivores, to be considerate of their physical difference. Never use their full strength, hide fangs when smiling and keep claws away from sight whenever possible. Lucifer had so many things about his past to hide that he internalized all of it. Anything that could avoid unwanted attention on him was a good thing.
All of that came to nothing when he met Alastor. The first herbivore, or person for that matter, who was offended at those gestures, who insisted that they couldn't ever consider themselves equal if only one of them felt the need to perform in such a way, that Lucifer shouldn't have to pretend anything less than what he was born to be. A part of Lucifer fell for him right there and then. The rest was still repelled because Alastor followed that with calling him a coward and a failure.
Pricked on his own pride, Lucifer had opened up his mouth and grabbed that annoying tall deer from his lapel to his knees, glaring at him. His venom was completely harmless as long he took a suppressor every day, which he did religiously as soon as he woke up, but he let it drip from his mouth anyway, something that no one was ever supposed to see. The thick purple liquid overflowed and fell to the ground between them.
Grandpa had put him at a real school with the hope of having socialized with other kids his own age, instead of being surrounded by adults like he had been his entire life. Lucifer knew that, personally, his grandpa would be proud of seeing him defend himself. As an adult, however, he would need to remind him he couldn't be doing stupid things like that, not even for show. Especially not with the golden boy of the Drama Club, who was also the heir of a rich and powerful name. That was exactly the kind of thing that created unnecessary trouble.
Lucifer just didn't care, though. The big eyes of Alastor followed the trajectory of his venom, the scowl gone from his face, replaced with an open morbid fascination.
"Who is the coward now?" Taunted Lucifer with a growl, grinning with his sharpest teeth in full display. Only then Alastor looked at the rest of his face, entranced. "What is wrong, Bambi? Did a big mean cat get your tongue?"
That is when Alastor lunched himself forward to him. The first kiss that Lucifer ever had in his life, with another tongue than his lapping up at his venom like it was the filling of their favorite pastry. Sucking on his fangs with soft lips that could get cut on them so easily. Lucifer, back then, had pulled away in shock. In a daze, still on his knees on the floor, Alastor licked the venom left in the corner of his mouth and smiled.
"I never knew that it would taste like that," commented the deer, tilting his head. "Surprisingly sweet."
That is when the rest of Lucifer fell in, head first. He only realized that in handsight, for sure. At the time he was just stunned, blushing without understanding why. Alastor then blinked, as if surprised himself, and stood up as fast as he could, leaving the room with a rushed excuse. Neither of them was able to handle what had happened. Stupid kids indeed. Lucifer was the first to get over it, though, doing everything in his power to pursue the deer. He was a predator, after all. It took some time to find the right balance, to walk that line between showing he could do harm without actually doing so. Sometimes that meant that Alastor would have a few bruises, some bite marks he would have to hide, and on one occasion a broken arm. For some reason, that never stopped him. He just went looking for Lucifer with a cast, stomping his foot and demanding to know why Lucifer hadn't searched for him before. Lucifer was convinced there had to be a predator down the line of Alastor's lineage too. That would have been the easiest explanation for him chasing him around.
All prey grew up knowing that they could be eaten. They were well acquainted with fear as a result, learned to blend it, fuse with it, and make it part of everyday life. Alastor was the whole reason how Lucifer learned that fear wasn't necessarily something to be avoided or pushed away. It could also be a source of amazement attached to it. A strong and firm reminder that they were alive, and more importantly, that they wanted to keep being alive. Alastor was never about suicidal ideation nor looked at him for some massochist enjoyment. Pain and pleasure just ended up as natural consequences of living anyway.
As he gripped the ass of Alastor over his chair, Lucifer did not plan to make it hurt. But if it did, even for a little bit, he was going to make sure Alastor enjoyed it so much that he wouldn't even care. When their lips parted, Lucifer nuzzled his cheek with his muzzle, scenting him through his forked tongue. That musky scent shot right through his chest into the bottom of his belly, lighting him up.
"So, double checking, just to be extra fucking sure that I got this right," he said, gripping him harder, closer, managing to swallow a bit. The legs of Alastor parted so easily to make space for him, welcome him. "You want us to make a kid, right?"
"Yes." Alastor nuzzled him back, his hands gripping his forearm, his shoulders. "One is fine but if more come, it's okay."
Lucifer shuddered with a violent, clear vision slapping him up front. Multiple kids. Many opportunities to see Alastor carrying his babies.
"For how long have you been preparing all this?" he asked, throwing a glance at all the papers on the table.
"Since last year," affirmed Alastor, kissing the corner of his mouth. Lucifer's brows came together.
"When did you get married?"
"Yes."
"You were already planning to have a kid with another man while getting married?"
Alastor frowned, pulling apart to look at him too.
"I told you I was thinking about it since school," he said, releasing a little sight at having to repeat himself. "I told Rosie that I wasn't going to have any fawn without any of them being yours first."
Lucifer groaned deeply, pulling him for another kiss. Oh, he could imagine that Alastor's mother would have hated to hear that. Rosie too couldn't have been pleased. But him? He was over the fucking moon. He pulled on the back of the deer until he fully lifted him in his arms. Alastor gripped to him, his chest completely covering Lucifer's face as he stood up. Covered in his shirt, it was still the softest thing Lucifer had ever felt against his face. Blinded by it, Lucifer made his way to the living room and tapped the floor with his tail until he found the corner of the couch. As soon as he had it located, he patted with one hand until finding the armrest and placed Alastor down, who couldn't stop laughing softly at his antics.
"Is that a yes, I suppose?" Teased the deer, laying over the cushions.
"Take your shirt off right now or I am ripping it off," said Lucifer with a grin, throwing his own jacket away and going for a few buttons. He lifted one knee over the couch, his bulge already horribly restrained by his pants. "You know what happens when I breed, babe," he added in a low hiss.
The eyes of Alastor also noticed the change on him, a delectable biting of his lip following as he took off his own clothing. He didn't do it as quickly as Lucifer, but he didn't need to in order to make his desire evidente. The more of his body got revealed, the intense aroma of his heat would climb up Lucifer's nostrils, injecting itself into his veins. His mouth literally watered at the feast that surely awaited him between those long elegant legs that would be all his.
"I know," said Alastor with a gulp, a tint of red creeping in through his short fur. Once one of those wide shoulders got exposed, Lucifer inclined forward to lick it, to leave a mark early on as much as to perceive him all the more clearly. It was like his entire body did not have the capacity to contain all of that smell, but god how he wanted it so. Who needed breathing when they could have this. "Anxious, aren't we?" Said Alastor, fumbling to take out his own belt. While he was doing so, one of his fingers knocked against Lucifer's crotch and soon enough his whole hand was there, cupping him.
"You haven't seen anything yet," assured Lucifer, a subtle but strong movement of his hips rubbing against that hand. "If you want to touch it so badly, then do it. Open my pants yourself and see what is going to make you round with my fawn. I will have to warn you, though: some of it I will definitely let drip down your legs. But don't worry, if everything goes according to plan, you won't be able to walk anyway."
Alastor closed his eyes briefly and sighed deeply, no doubt smelling too that his mate was full of hormones that would have only one target, one singular goal. His skin got even warmed in response.
"Promises, promises," huffed Alastor, fumbling blindly to take out his belt and letting it fall to the ground. Lucifer had to chuckle with how quick and easily he found the way to open up his pants, proof of how many times they did this. The sound got strangled out in the middle of his mouth, however, when the hand of Alastor did get wrapped around his two cocks. Another one of those fist that his mess of genetics had left him with, but one he was never going to be complaining about.
Alastor neither, because as far Lucifer could remember, the deer not once had contemplated his discovery with any kind of fear. At least not any that someone like Lucifer could read. Some apprehension was completely to be expected, but on that afternoon, for that one day, his gaze lit up with such glaring desire that the deer actually gasped. His cocks were both equally long and thick, throbbing under the knowing touch of his mate. Alastor actually licked his lips.
"Come on now, don't be shy," said Lucifer, barely containing himself. "Ask for it like a good boy."
That is when the eyes of Alastor lifted to meet him and a glint of mischief passed through that Lucifer was plenty familiar with. The deer pulled back, his grip instantly regrettable for Lucifer, only to finish pulling down his pants alongside an already soaked underwear. With his legs now free, he got on his four over the couch, ass pointing to Lucifer while lifting his short tail up, the white fur contrasting with the brown surrounding it. With the spots of white lighting up with the ones on his thighs, it looked as a heart in which center there was a blinking, soft entrance calling him in. That was where the strongest scent was and for a second Lucifer could only drink it up, his cocks twitching at the same time. He could even see some wetness glistening down those legs.
"Come on now, don't be shy," repeated Alastor over his shoulder, directing him a grin while pulling back his back. With one hand, he holds his asscheek to a side, demonstrating his pussy. "Ask for it like a good boy."
Lucifer huffed, his heart squished by the familiarity of it. On another day, Lucifer would try to double check by teasing him a bit first. But on that day, Lucifer quickly grabbed the back of Alastor's head and pushed it down into the cushion.
"How about I take it anyway like a bad one?" he growled into his long ears, that flickered in the air. The smell of his arousal grew stronger if that was possible, torching every nerve in Lucifer's body. His hands tried to lift himself a little, but Lucifer's hand was heavy and firm. That wasn't a real attempt to set himself free, if the wide grin in his face was anything to go by. "Would you have any problem with that?"
Alastor grunted, pulling his face to the side to manage to look at him. His ears pulled down, the expected sign of submission.
"I guess that works too," he let out, breathlessly.
That was all Lucifer needed. With a final huff, he let go of his head to grab at his waist while pulling himself behind. He licked him right at the center of his pleasure, long and hard, devouring every drop like that alone could feed him for the rest of his life. The tender flesh opened up easily for him, to his fingers and tongue. A few times he let his fangs scratch the skin around, right before he gave some playful bites on the inside of his thighs. Just little ones, just enough to draw out a bit of blood to combine with the wetness of his heat. It was, no doubt, just about the most intoxicating combination that Lucifer had ever met. No meat he had ever tried could even hope to top this. He pushed him further into his face, tongue pressing down onto the clit in quick, hungry movements before drowning himself on his pussy again.
He was in paradise just like that, but the whine of Alastor filled the room anyway. The insides of the deer were twitching as Alastor struggled to form words.
"D-darling, please!" he yelped, one of his hands gripping the one of Lucifer over his ass. He didn't say anything else, but Lucifer recognized the tension on his muscles he was trying to smooth away with his breathing alone. He didn't want his first orgasm just from that.
Climaxing helped with conception. Lucifer had no idea where he had heard that before, but he was pretty sure that was right. It made the body more receptive. But even if it did, those words alone would have been enough to push him.
"Now that is a good boy," couldn't help saying, gripping the wagging tail in his fist and holding it tight. Alastor whined, but when Lucifer pushed his first dick, he became pliant almost instantly.
A long sigh left the deer, a profound itch inside of him finally being scratched. Lucifer grunted at the overwhelming warmth that surrounded him. Every time they saw each other, Lucifer had to wonder how the hell did he survive without doing this every single day. In the morning before going to work and at night before going to sleep. It was like everything in the world could be better, go well, as long he could fuck the braints out of his fierce mate. With one hand, Lucifer steadied him for a few thrusts. The sound of their bodies encountering each other was so loud, the music for which Lucifer knew the rhythm by heart.
Alastor's chest fell to the couch, his hips moving subtly to meet him, electrified with energy buzzing right under his skin. Words were not in his vocabulary anymore. The curvature of his slim waist could easily be held in Lucifer's hands. Lucifer gripped him tightly, his claws surely to leave some scratches and marks for later. All the better for both of them.
"Ready for the other one, babe? I think your pussy is. If you really want that fawn, you know what you have to do."
Letting out discordant squeaks, his deer nodded emphatically, eyes tearing up. Lucifer pulled back to line up his two cocks together. Alastor had received him like that many times before, simply for fun. Usually a moment of adjustment followed it, but right the moment Lucifer pushed himself in, his body only seemed to react positively with a helpless wailing. Alastor quickly accommodated him, his hands gripping to the couch. If he had more than a blunt nail in his hands, the cushion already would be turned into shreds.
Lucifer gripped at the tail again and pulled, keeping his balance with his other hand over Alastor's back. His hips moved by instinct, unrelenting. Alastor squeezed stronger at the very entrance, but tightened him up once again when Lucifer buried himself fully, his dicks reaching further inside of him something that sent shockwaves across his entire body.
It wasn't long before Alastor convulsed, the toes of his feet curling as he let out a loud scream. Lucifer hissed at the sudden restriction around them, only for it to relax a second later. He didn't stop, though. Soon enough that characteristic smell of Alastor's pleasure appeared again, as if it had never diminished at all. Blessed be heats.
There had only been a handful of times that Lucifer had fucked him in these days. Always with contraceptives, condoms and being mindful to not finish inside, even with one dick, just in case. Now, Lucifer could hold on to his antlers to keep him in place as he let himself go all out.
"Tell me you want this, Al. Tell me how much you want me to finish inside."
Alastor whined loud, defenseless to do anything else but flail at the couch to show his desperation. As Lucifer let his movement slow down, holding him down when Alastor's hip tried to search for him again.
"Tell me, Al. Tell me exactly what you want. I want to hear it."
"Yes!" said Alastor, gritting his teeth. Tears of pure pleasure and now frustration were running down his cheek. "I want your cum, Lucifer! I want your babies! All the one you can possibly give, I want them! Please!"
"Is that so?" Teased Lucifer, increasing his speed only slightly. "Are you sure?"
Alastor tried to rub himself on him. A quick pull of his tail stopped him in time, helping at the pain. With a final grunt, Alastor fell down again, his face almost hidden by the couch.
"Please..." He let out and Lucifer smiled, inclining over him.
"That is what I like to hear," he purred, moving his hips again. "Such a good boy, Alastor. With such a tight hot wet pussy, do you even know how long I have wanted to breed you properly? To fill you up? Everytime I see you, ever since I met your smug face, all I wanted was to have you like this, about to be full with my cubs."
"R-really?" Alastor trembled, looking at him with one steamed up eye.
"Yes, of course," he whispered, kissing his shoulder right before a specially strong thrust. "Now that is a deer who needs to have a cock up his ass and every hole instead of the stick he is carrying on. If that cock is mine, that is all I could ever want." Alastor whined wordlessly. "I love you," said Lucifer against his hot skin, thrusting once, twice.
At the third, the shock went through him and he shuddered as he finally let himself spill. Alastor groaned, twitching under him with another orgasm, this time smaller. He gripped Lucifer's knee, but there was no need to tell him to not move: Lucifer was going to stay there all that was needed, nuzzling him between his shoulder blades. Gradually Alastor relaxed, slumping down. For a moment all they needed was to try to match their breathing.
Alastor said something. It came out as a murmur.
"Mmm?" Asked Lucifer.
"I said... I should lay on my back," said Alastor, closing his eyes. "That has the better chances to make it take in. That is what the doctors said."
"You really did your research." Lucifer smiled.
Alastor nodded. "I don't want to take any chances."
"Is there any reason why you want it right now?" Asked Lucifer, rubbing his side with one hand. They were still connected. His cock was somewhat hard even after that, but for now there was no need to move.
Alastor sighed. "The family of Rosie expects her to give them a new heir. After one year of marriage, they were surprised we didn't have one already. This whole arrangement was my one condition."
"So... Right off the bat, our fawn is going to have a little sibling. I kinda like that. That way they will always have someone to play with."
A moment of silence followed. Slowly, Alastor opened up his eyes again to see him.
"Do you really not mind? That they won't be yours."
"But it will be yours anyway," said Lucifer, like it was the easiest thing in the world. "That is enough for me. Not to mention, if you think I am not going to pamper the hell out of that kid and be their favorite uncle, you have another thing coming, babe."
Alastor chuckled. The sound vibrated on his ribcage, against Lucifer's face.
"Sometimes I truly don't understand you," said the deer after a while. "I would be furious if you tried to have a child with another. I was ready to argue with you that was the only way to make my family accept it."
"Mmm," Lucifer hummed, thinking it over. Not because he didn't know, but rather to try to make it into words. In the end, he sighed softly. "I guess I am just too happy to care. Unless I really misunderstood something, you want us to live together to raise our baby, right? In that apartment you built."
"Yes..." Alastor caught the wrist of Lucifer over his waist and squeezed him. "I wasn't going to ask you to make me a fawn to not raise them with me. It wouldn't be fair for them."
"See? That is exactly why I couldn't be mad," said Lucifer, leaving a soft kiss over his spine. Without separating, he added: "I mean, it doesn't hurt either that you vomited the one and only time you tried to be with your wife."
Alastor groaned, hiding in his hand.
Lucifer chuckled. A confession during one night of drinking that he had kept close and tight to his heart ever since. It was in that period after graduation, when they thought they could live on their set paths without any further distractions. It didn't take long to come to the conclusion that couldn't be the case for them.
"You are never letting that one go, aren't you?" said Alastor.
"If you are going to cheat on me, at least I know it won't be with a herbivore," joked Lucifer, only for Alastor to hit him with an elbow on his side. He made contact, but it didn't hurt.
"Keep talking nonsense like that and I will get another carnivore here instead."
Lucifer bites his own lip to not laugh again. Instead, he nibbled his shoulder without breaking skin. Alastor huffed and let a moment longer pass before he relaxed again. His whole body seemed to dissolve under him, making Lucifer's heart flutter with devotion.
"Let's move to the bed," he proposed in a whisper. "Get you all nice and relaxed in your back while I fuck your heat away until you fall asleep. If you wake up, I will fuck you again. Doesn't that sound like a good plan?"
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