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Epilogue
"Good evening! I'm Katie killjoy," the anchor greeted as the broadcast began.
"And I-," he was cut off when she shoved him out of his chair.
"Nobody gives a sh*t who you are Tom. Breaking news! Extermination day is canceled. Charlie Morningstar managed to fend off the attack with more than just nice words. In an unforseen turn of events, our demonic head honcho Lucifer stepped in to save his daughter's ass in the last moment. We're also hearing reports that Adam leader of the Angelic legions, first man and totally f*ckable bad boy, has been slain by a filthy janitor. The janitor said 'Charlie told me to stab so I did'. Anyway, congrats to Charlie and her crew for not being totally f*cking useless for once! In other news, eye witnesses stated that following the battle, the King of Hell was rushed to the Embassy to receive emergency medical attention, where Charlie's merry band of misfits prevented any media coverage until after he was whisked away by cannibal Overlord Rosalena Franklin in her old ass vintage model alongside a shirtless and bloodied Radio Demon, Alastor Hartfelt. My my, certainly looks like we might have a power couple on our hands. Does the mass-murdering media tycoon have our absent ruler under his control? Stay tuned to find out just exactly how f*cked all of us are, right here on 666 News!"
" You know," Alastor hummed, "while I hate this noisy picture box, I must say, Katie does occasionally have a way with words."
Lucifer laughed without looking up. The baby was laying in his lap, tiny hooves kicking in the air as he tickled his tummy and chased his tail with his fingers.
"You think they've got any coverage of the rebuild?" the king asked curiously, " if so, the first footage of Ambrose might already be out there."
The entire time they have been reconstructing the hotel, Ambrose had been strapped to his chest in a carrier sling, either snoozing away, nursing contentedly, or wiggling his arms and legs every time Lucifer dipped in his flight around the construction site.
Alastor waved his concern off.
"I put up the privacy wards before we even started. No need for our little prince to be exposed to such drivel quite yet, Pet."
"Oo, that's a new one," Luci hummed in appreciation, then purred, " I like it."
Alastor set a sultry look on his lover.
"Careful, Darling. Bel hasn't cleared you medically yet."
The blond pouted. The baby was two weeks old and he was feeling much better, but the blood loss was keeping him from regaining his powers quite so quick, and the week of rebuilding the hotel hadn't helped that at all. Bel has strictly forbidden him from any activities that involved his lower orifices until she cleared him. The tearing had been significant, and the stitches were itchy as f*ck, but it'd been worth it. His baby was here, his lover was healed, and soon so would he be.
That didn't change the fact that this was the longest he had gone without sex or even simple physical intimacy since he met Alastor, and the lack of contact was starting to grate on him. The connection he felt when they were together was a balm to the eons of aching pain he'd always had in the back of his mind after his Fall, and he missed his partner's touch. Funny to think a year ago, he didn't understand the notion of missing someone's touch, but now, he's not sure how he ever survived without it.
"Lucifer," Alastor warned, and he squirmed.
Alastor sighed, standing up.
"I think gumbo would be good for dinner, what do you think?"
"I think that I need to send my father a thank you basket for blessing me with a mate who cooks so damn good."
Alastor laughed and kissed his forehead.
"Charmer."
"What can I say- I AM the original temptation," he grinned with a smirk.
"Go put the baby to sleep, and take a nap yourself. You look exhausted, My Pet, and I don't like my things looking any less than the perfection they are."
Lucifer smiled and kissed his cheek.
" Sounds like a good idea, actually. Wake me up when it's time for dinner, " he asked.
Alastor gave him a quick peck on the lips and agreed, pressing his hand to his lower back and pushing him towards the elevator. Once the baby was settled in his bassinet and he was situated on the bed across the room, he stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He groaned and shifted uncomfortably before getting back up, switching the baby monitor on, and taking the corresponding piece with him through the living area and to the bedroom. He laid on the bed his partner had been sleeping in at night at his own volition, not confident in his ability to keep his hands off of his healing lover if they were to wake up in the mood, which Lucifer definitely was. Summoning a token amount of magic, he reconstituted his prick for the first time in over 6 months. It was almost foreign to have it back on his body, but it was mostly hard with his frustration and he needed to do SOMETHING to relieve himself. He gasped as his fingers wrapped around it. It was sensitive, untouched for months, and he bit his lip to keep his sounds quiet so as not to potentially wake the baby. His hips bucked off the bed and he panted as he quickly pumped his length.
"Now now, this will just not do," his partner tutted from the doorway.
He moaned.
"Alastor, I... I need-"
He set a tray on the table in the corner then knelt next to the bed, grabbing his ankles and pulling him to the edge, smacking his hand away and looking at the appendage.
"Hello, my old friend," he cooed at it, kissing the glistening tip, "did you miss me?"
Lucifer groaned, then shoved his fist in his mouth to muffle the loud moan that tore through him as Alastor lowered his mouth onto his hard length. He licked up the under side of the shaft and sucked the tip before lowering his head again, repeating the process only a handful of times before he was ready to blow.
"A-Al, I'm gonna-"
Alastor hummed in approval and sucked extra hard on his next stroke, moving faster and more jerky. He spilled against the back of the demon's throat, and he swallowed without complaint, smirking up at his partner when he pulled off.
"My sweet pet. So impatient for me. So eager for another fawn already?" he teased.
Lucifer groaned, "don't even JOKE about that! I think my body needs a break before we try for a playmate for Brose. I wonder if Bel has developed angelic birth control," he pondered, "if not, I'm going to have to start tracking my cycles and we'll just have to get creative when I'm ovulating."
Alastor lifted his eyebrow, "I was unaware that you have a cycle."
He shrugged.
"It's about twice a year, a little more than. My reproductive system goes dormant for a time, and then my hormones start building for a few weeks or so, then I have a whole week where it's like a heat- I'm super fertile and ovulate three times. As soon as one takes, it's over. If not, it tapers off for about two weeks and then my body reabsorbs all the vitamins, blood, and hormones it stored during my cycle month. It's about 5 weeks in total, sometimes 6. It usually happens at the end of winter and the beginning of summer, but since I just gave birth it'll pop up at a random time. Breastfeeding is suppose to make it stay away longer. When I had Charlie Lilith didn't let me breast feed after she was a few weeks old and stronger, so I had my first cycle about 9 months after she was born. It was... super painful, like my body was remembering labor, and I had spotting throughout my cycle. Lilith decided to try again a year later and-"
Lucifer stopped, swallowing hard.
" You don't have to talk about it if you're not ready, " Alastor reassured, taking his hand and kissing it with a soft smile, " but I'm here and ready to listen when you are. "
Lucifer sighed.
" I... I lost that one. And the next. And the next. By the time Charlie was a decade old, I begged Lilith to stop trying. And... she didn't want to touch me at all anymore. Ambrose... I really thought I was going to loose him, too. It's possible that... I might never have a healthy pregnancy. I was made to have angelic children, after all, so maybe sinners just don't mix well with my genetics."
Alastor frowned again that convoluted smile that was strained.
"What do you mean you were made to have angelic children?"
"Father made Michael and I a pair," he explained, "we were meant to lead Heaven together. We were meant to create more angels to protect Heaven with."
Alastor blanched.
"Your twin?"
Lucifer shrugged.
"Incest wasn't a thing when we were made. He was technically made to be my husband, but I never coupled with him. I was technically still a child when I was with Lilith. I wasn't ready for coupling and babies. We were so close, and if things had been different, I might have been happy ruling Heaven next to him and having his children. But all I ever felt towards him was the same familial affection I had towards our other siblings, just stronger. He was truly my other half, my twin in every way. Our souls were made together and separated into us at the Ether. So don't be jealous. I'm yours for as long as you want me and more."
"Forever," Alastor immediately replied, rubbing his thumb across his naked ring finger, "I told you that I want forever with you."
" Promising to stay by my side forever comes with a lot of responsibility, " Lucifer reminded, "I'm not just any old fallen angel."
"No," he admitted, "you're not. You are so much more. You are God's favorite. You are the morning light, in the evening star. You are creation itself. You are at the breeze in the trees and the ducks in the pond. You are the happiness in a child's laughter, and the fury in a mother's screams. You are everything that is right in beautiful, and heaven was foolish to cast you away. I will not be so foolish. Let me stay by your side, My King. Let me support you. Let me catch you when you have fallen. Let me wipe your tears with my tongue and muffle your screams with my kisses. Let me worship you, protect you, and support you for all eternity."
Lucifer swallowed hard and looked up tearily into his eyes
"Was that... a proposal?"
"If I say yes, will you?"
Lucifer laughed, reaching up to wipe his eyes with the heels of his palms, then cupping Alastor's face with them and beaming as bright as the sun said, "yes. Dad damn me, yes. I want you, too- forever and longer."
In the nursery, red eyes opened suddenly, glowing in the darkness, and shadows swirled like dancers on a stage. Has they not been so preoccupied, they might have felt the dark aura that began to spread from the crib.
The End
