Lucifer Morningstar, The Mary Sue From Hell

After keeping his smile up all day, going from one place to another to talk, shake hands and laugh politely at jokes that weren't funny, Alastor's relief to be finally left alone in a room with his new wife was inmense. That is, until he asked where his passport was. They were supposed to be on their way to the airport in order to start their honeymoon.

"Oh, I hide it," said Rosie casually, putting on her necklace.

"Very funny, dear," said Alastor. When she didn't even smiled, he raised an eyebrow. "We are going to get late for our plane."

"No, I am going to be on time for my plane," said Rosie, turning to him finally and fixing her skirt. She already had a summer hat and sunglasses between her long ears, perfect for the sunny beach at the resort they had their reservation. "You can go somewhere else or stay here, but I won't have that sour face of yours ruining the first vacations I could take in 5 years."

"Sour face?" Alastor could feel his face tensing up in a grimace. Him? Sour? That was about the most ridiculous thing he had heard in his entire life. Especially when he had done nothing but go out of his way to put his best face forward, for her, his mother, everything. With what right she went out now to call him sour? "I think you confused me with someone else, dear."

"Sure, you can keep that pretty smile of yours on, I will give you that," said Rosie calmly with a shrug. "But that is about it. I can't stand that look you get when you think nobody is watching. All that sighning and wistfully looking at the distance, thinking of that lyzard man you were seeing to. What, did you seriously thought I didn't know?" Rosie laughed at the widen eyes of Alastor. She laughed so hard that she had to whip a side of her eyes. "Please, dearie. Don't insult my intelligence. In any case, so what?" she crossed her arms, a roll of her eyes lightening the air. "We both knew what we were getting into. I got my own fun in the side too. I am not judging."

"That is over," said Alastor, struggling between being mortified or outraged. Either way, his face was redenning under his fur. Both served to bury the pang in his chest, the one he had to ignore with all his strengt.

"Again, I know. It's the only thing I can imagine that would turn you into such a bore." Rosie clicked her tongue as she walked to get her purse from the bed. "I thought that being married with you at least would be fun, Al. A good man that I actually want to be around with. What else could a girl want? But all these last weeks, my goodness, you made it so hard for me. You were barely there to help me with anything for the wedding and when it's finally here, it's like you aren't there. Now, don't get me wrong, I love organizing a good party, but that wasn't what I signed up for. Not with you. If I wanted a man who made me feel like that, honey, I had options already."

"I think you are exaggerating..."

"Am I?" Rosie turned to him. Under that direct, black stare, Alastor almost took a step back. Despite that, her voice came out calm, matter of fact. "What flavor was our cake, Alastor? The one I made you try on all those samples for."

Alastor shook his head. What did that mattered? He tried to remember, but nothing came out. "I don't know, Rosie. I didn't had a chance to eat because I was busy attending our guests."

"Exactly. You treat it like a business meeting, not a party." Rosie sighed deeply, putting a hand on her waist. She looked so tired for a moment, before she took a breath and put her sunglasses down. "Anyway, that is why you are not coming with me. I don't know what relationship drama do you have with that lizard, but either you solve it and bring back the Alastor I know or you and I are going to be on separate houses. Get it together."

"You can't be serious." But Rosie was already at the door, not looking back. Alastor turned the house outside down, without ever finding his passport. By the time he realized there was nothing for him to do, the sun was already coming down.

Their new home was huge. The day they moved in, that is when Alastor had decided that enough was enough and should compromise himself to the life he was set up to be. Be a grown adult meant leaving behind certain things. Habits. People. ut if he wasn't going to be good at that either, not even with sacrifices, what was the point?

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"Excuse me."

The snapping turtle behind the counter could be forgiven for looking confused. Alastor couldn't even imagine that many deers came around on their own two feet, a sign hanging from their necks announcing a prize that would make it seem they had bones of gold, dressed with othing else but an old t-shirt and baggy pants. Especially not one that would come directly to speak to him. This, unfortunately, wasn't really part of his plan.

After walking around the place for half an hour, Alastor had to accept that one single visit, years ago, late at night, running away as fast as he could, was not enough to have any clear idea about how big the Black Market was or its layout. Not even when he was a fawn about to be sold for consumption could prepare him to walk down those streets. Rather that keep making a fool of himself, and risk some kind of scene, finally Alastor resigned himself to do the last thing he ever wanted: help from someone else.

How humilliating.

"I ain't interested in buying," said the old turtle, eyeing his prize with suspicion. As if he could be a undercover cop or something.

"I am not selling," replied Alastor, for one reserving his smile for himself. That would only make him look unhinged in front of the man. "I am a especial delivery for one Lucifer Morningstar, but I am afraid I wasn't sent an adress. I was just told to come to the Black Market. Could you point me as to where I need to go?"

"Morningstar, huh?" The turtle raised his head, looking him over. "Are you sure that is who you want to find? Those probably will want to chase you down and keep your antlers for themselves. They won't make it easy for you."

Alastor nodded. He had heard some things as to how Lucifer and his grandpa managed the market. Mostly from Lucifer himself, while others were rumours that reached well beyond the place. If just half of it was true, the words of the turtle were to be expected.

"We had a deal," he lied with a straight face. "I just need to know where to find him."

The turtle stared at him for a long time. He looked very old, his skin leathery, full of tattoos and scars that were probably there since before Alastor was born. His heavy claw tapped over the wooden counter, while cuts of meats hanged just behind him. Alastor forced himself not to stare at any of them and keep his focus in the eyes of the man, showing his lack of fear. That probably wasn't the kind of reaction that would make sense for a deer that was sold, but there was so much of his dignity that Alastor was willing to bend. Perhaps that was the reason why the turtle finally shook his head.

"Sorry, I don't know," he said, but there was a tiny smile that Alastor caught instantly. He knew. Everyone in that market would know, even more so the sellers. The only reason they could have a business in the first place was because the Morningstars allowed them to. The turtle just didn't trust him. "You will have to ask someone else."

"Can you contact him?" asked Alastor, tightening his jaw.

"I could, maybe," said the turtle. He now was openly smiling. "But why would I? Maybe if you give me some fingers. I wouldn't say no to that fluffy tail you deers have either."

Alastor's eyebrow twitched. He was hoping to avoid this exact kind of situation. Luckily, because of that, he had also come prepared. From the waist of his pants, he took out a gun and pointed it at the head of the turtle. The frozen state of the seller brought a genuine smile to his face. He tried to play it nice and it didn't work. Now he could be as unhinged as he wanted to. He made sure the turtle saw him unlocking the gun with his thumb.

Outside of the market, he had to care about his reputation and image. He would never get away with doing something like this. Here on the market there was no need to worry like that. There he was just a deer. Nobody was going to call the police or the papers because a deer had a weapon.

He just had to hope that turtle didn't have a gun to respond in kind. That could get messy so quickly. His heart was still stammering, and not with fear. This was the most excitement he had in weeks, in what already felt like years ago.

"I am afraid you didn't hear me," said Alastor, squinting his eyes. "Make sure to bring Lucifer Morningstar to me, as fast as you can, or else you won't ever taste any kind of meat again. Which one is going to be?"

The turtle sneered. "Fucking nutjob," muttered under his breath. Alastor filled the chamber, calmly, without even blinking as he stared into the eyes of the reptilian. "You wouldn't dare."

Alastor shoot. One time over the shoulder of the turtle. Another over his head. His smile was stretching almost like it had a a will of its own. Oh, he almost wanted the turtle to have a gun, a bate, anything to try to attack him, just so Alastor could have that excuse. Lucifer had killed so many people before. Why couldn't he get to have at least one?

The sound had been loud. Big enough to cause some murmurs on the streets, probably as to move away as far as they could. Nobody was going to try to come save the turtle. Every man for himself, just like in nature their ancestors had been. There was something beautiful about it. Something freeing.

The turtle jumped back, rising both arms. "Okay, okay! I will tell you where he lives! Now put that shit down!"

Alastor pointed next to his head. A tinge of dissapointment that he had given in so easily. "No, I changed my mind. I rather you call him over."

"Fuck ass crazy deer."

But he did made the call and that was all that mattered.

---

Lucifer didn't appear until around forty minutes later, followed by a small ground of felines, all wearing the same kind of suit like an uniform. Alastor was sitting on leaning against the wall of the small meat shop, while the turtle was standing in the other, as far away from him as he could. Alastor saw first the surprise going over Lucifer's face, as if somehow he had assumed that it had to be another deer threatening people in order to see him, followed immediately by something else he put aside, in order to look at the turtle first.

"There you are! What the fuck took you so long?!" said the turtle, who surely was more than tired to not be receiving any clients and losing business for this long. If some part of him wasn't also just irritated that a deer, out of everything possible, was making this mess in his place, Alastor almost wouldn't blame him. If anything, it would make his enjoyment all the better. "This guy says he is to be delivered to you!" continued the old seller, pointing to Alastor. "Take him the fuck out of here! I don't wanna see him."

"Such a rude disposition," couldn't help Alastor to add. "Is that how you treat your clients too? No wonder it was so empty when I came."

"The fuck did you say?! With such a shitty head all your meat must taste like ass!"

"Good thing that you are never going to find out then, right?" Alastor grinned. Taunting and irritating that guy was easier than to deal directly with what he actually came to do.

Lucifer sighed deeply, pinching the space between his eyebrows. Probably fostering a future migraine. "He is mine," he said without looking at anyone. "We will be taking him now. Thanks for telling us."

The turtle was only mildly pacified by this. He just have a curt nod and made a gesture to kick them all out, now. One of the felines that came with Lucifer, a huge black panther, came inside with a hand about to grab Alastor. Alastor flinched instinctively.

"No," said Lucifer. The black panther stopped mid step and turned his head to the white komodo dragon. "Don't touch him. He will come willingly with us. Aren't you?"

Alastor nodded. He expected to be told to put his gun away, but neither the felines nor Lucifer said another word to him. They just gave him space as he moved outside of the store, surrounding him, keeping close, but not making any contact. Lucifer walking directly at his side, face upfront, expressionless. He was irritantly good for that, being a reptilian and all. After a while, Alastor did save the gun back into the waist of his pants. He didn't need it anymore.

"We will be going to our quarters now," said Lucifer, and he could be speaking to the black panther or Alastor. "Then we can talk."

Alastor was both thrilled and repulsed by that. It was an strange combination to be suffering now, after he went through all of this just so he could talk with Lucifer. He thought the words would spill easily from him, but the lump that was already there when he got out of his house was still present. An invisible hand choking as he saw the familiar shine of the shun over those pearly white scales, the movement of the long tail behind Lucifer.

Why did he ever thought that he prefered to not see any of that anymore? That decision had made sense at the time, but now he couldn't remember how. It just seemed insane that there was a version of him who could cut all of this out just like that. He regretted it the second he saw Lucifer move away from him, but at that point it was too late. He was trying to do the right thing. The responsible thing. A Beasters who not only cheated on his wife, but did it with a criminal? What would the world think?

Lucifer haven't even argued with him about it either. He knew they were on borrowed time. Sooner or later it could come to that. It was inevitable. A simple good luck were the last words they spoke to each other. Alastor wanted to slap him, throw him a chair, scream, anything, because where was the predator that was supposed to go after his prey? Where was the man whose family would slaughter the man who kidnapped Alastor and ask for an offensive tongue only because it had touched him? Why wasn't he fighting more?

Ever since, that irritation was still there, nagging him from time to time. It didn't matter that much for him. That was the easiest explanation Alastor could come up with. Not a prey worth chasing. It was painful, but it was a logic he could hide behind. If Lucifer did not wanted him, that was even better, because it meant Alastor definitely had no excuse for wanting him at all. In fact, he would be an idiot for even thinking about it. A complete fool that should grow up and accept reality already.

All of that was still there, under the surface. Buried by an even stronger, heavier, louder sentiment that had always been just bubbling under the surface ever since he met Lucifer. That feeling that out of everything he did, everything he worked for, everything he accomplished, why shouldn't he get this one thing? Why should he be the one depriving himself? Lucifer had hope in him, but didn't had those kind of expectations on him. He could relax around the komodo dragon like he couldn't anywhere else. And once that was gone, what did he gained in return? What good did to him?

"Mmm, tasty deer. Don't you prefer to come serve the plate of someone with fur? I bet you I have better teeth."

They were in a populated area of the market. Alastor was entranced by his thoughts, but still had noticed the wolf walking near him. His words, however, took him by surprise and he felt a full body shiver of pure disgust. He went to grab his gun. Just as his fingers wrapped around it, he felt some movement at his side. Before he could react, Lucifer had already impulsed his body with his tail to throw himself into the air and cover the muzzle of the wolf with his open hand. With the impact taking the man out of balance, Lucifer quickly moved his tail between the longer legs so both of them end up in the ground. The wolf over his back and Lucifer standing with a knee over his chest.

The komodo pressed the muzzle against the floor. The pressure of that grip ripped a yelp from the wolf, a few driplets of blood when the claws digged in. Despite the difference in size, Lucifer didn't seem to have any trouble to keep the wolf down. His tail was pressing down on the arms against the ground, making them useless to fight him off. The costumers of the market instantly moved away from them. A few rushed to leave them behind, while others stayed to look. Lucifer only had eyes to stab the wolf with, growling just above his face with all his teeth in full display.

"Let me be fucking clear right now, with you and every single fucking loser who is listening." Lucifer lifted his head, glaring every face that dared to look back at him. "That deer is mine! If any of you as much think to touch him or even look at him, I will fucking rip your intestines out through your eyes and make you feed on them. See if you like the taste of your own shit! And that will be just me starting" Lucifer hissed, getting his face back near the wolf. From his mouth, the venom was overflowing to the floor near his face. "Did I made myself fucking clear, you piece of shit?"

The wolf was unable to talk. When prompted by another growl, the wolf finally let out affirmative sounds. Lucifer rised up, stood up and kicked him right on the nose. Blood splattered the ground and shoes. "Now get the fuck out of my face." Lucifer spit in his direction, just as the wolf was moving away. A single drop that the wolf avoided quickly, running away as fast as he could.

Only after the wolf dissappeared from his sight, Lucifer turned away. "Let's go", he said, again without looking at anyone. The small group they were in followed him. Alastor did too, but his eyes stayed behind a moment longer. The blood didn't impress him nearly as much as the spot near to it, where the drop of venom had consumed the ground, leaving a small crater.

Lucifer was skipping his supressants. Alastor had never known him do that before. Only one time, at the Academy, Lucifer had moved away from him, hands covering his mouth, because he was out of his pills and needed to ask more from the school nurse before he could feel comfortable even touching Alastor. He had seemed legitimately scared of himself, of what he could do if his venom was left alone.

"Are you coming or what?" called Lucifer. He had stopped a few steps forwards. Alastor gulped down and nodded, regaining his place next to Lucifer. Now the costumers were moving out of their way.

The headquarters was a house near the edges of the market. There was a surprisingly lush and beautiful garden at the front. Inside, the intense aroma of all the predators that regularly passed through was like a flicked over his forehead. The impulse to buckle his legs and throw himself to the ground came and was immediately rejected. Yes, the scent was overwhelming but not dangerous. There was no reason to hide here.

Lucifer, wordlessly, made a gesture for him to accompany him to the second floor.

"Boss?" asked the black panther.

"Everything is good, Husk, don't worry," said Lucifer without turning. "Order some burgers for everyone for dinner, would you?"

Husk's yellow eyes briefly went over Alastor, like he wanted to ask why did they brought a deer over if they weren't going to eat him. Rather than doing so, however, he just shrugged and went to the kitchen. On the second floor, Lucifer opened up a door and waited for Alastor to pass before closing behind it. Before Lucifer turned on the light, Alastor already knew that this was his room. Every inch of it smelled so close and familiar for him, that seeing the shelf full of duckie figurines was only the final confirmation.

"Alastor, what the hell are you doing here?" asked Lucifer with a sigh. His tone wasn't angry or impatient, but Alastor flinched. So they were really going to go directly at it. "Where did you even get a gun?"

"After my impromptu bringing here, I got it. It turns out I actually had a good eye for target practice. Who knew!" commented Alastor, shrugging with a movement that felt like slushing through concrete.

"Right." Lucifer leaned against the door of his room, arms crossed. "That still doesn't answer my first question. If you wanted to talk, you could have just called me. Or text. Or whatever. Anything before just getting yourself here to offer yourself up like a piece of meat. What the hell would you have done if that guy had a shot gun or actual friends to help him out?"

Alastor took a deep breath and turned to face him. "You are not taking your supressants," he said, because that felt easier to handle. Easier to admit that he considered calling or texting the entire time he made his way there, but in the end realized he rather face the market with it very real dangers than the possibility of Lucifer just not answering or discovering that he had blocked his number. It would be understandable if he did, after all. That is what most people would do after someone told them they wanted to cut them out of their life.

Regardless, it was a relief to hear that Lucifer had not done so.

"So?" Lucifer shook his head, incredulous. "Is that why you came here? To check on the state of my venom? Seriously?"

"No." Alastor took a step forward, but stopped when Lucifer lifted a finger. His other hand stopped on the way to cover his mouth the moment Alastor stopped.

"Don't come any closer."

"It won't hurt me just for being near," said Alastor, a little exasperation coming through. He had read all about it at school, of course. He had investigated everything he could about komodos.

"Still. Don't."

Alastor exhaled and took a chair from the nearby desk. He took out the sign hanging from his neck announcing his ridiculous prize and put it to a side before sitting down. "Fine. I will stay here." Lucifer relaxed just a little bit, crossing his arms again. "For your information, that offering myself up was the best way I could think of so no one would think twice about an alive deer walking around. You would think that finding the head of the whole Black Market would be easy, but I had no such luck. I had to take another measures and, would you look at that, it worked."

"But why?" Lucifer groaned, rubbing his own face. "I really don't get you. One moment you tell me I am a hidrance in your life, the next one you are coming here to seek me out."

"I never said that," cut him out Alastor. "Don't you dare to put words in my mouth, Lucifer."

"Yeah, well, you may as well!" Lucifer nostrils flared up as he finally, for the first time since Alastor entered the market, looked him in the eye. Alastor had known many reptiles, but none that had eyes just as expressive as Lucifer. He saw all the hurt, all the exhaustation, the anger, and even worse than that, the resignation painting everythng like an ugly cover. It was so raw that Alastor couldn't stand keeping contact and broke it first. "Congratulations for the wedding, by the way! I saw all about it on the television, like everyone else. I hope it was everything you wanted for and more, Al."

"Please," said Alastor, gripping his thighs, digging his blunt nails in the fabric.

A beat of silence until Lucifer relented, liberating a longer sigh than the previous one. "What do you want, Al?"

Alastor swallowed, his pulse thumping in his chest. The words felt foreign and gravely in his mouth, but he had to let them out. "I... I am sorry."

"For what?" Lucifer chuckled, genuine amusement. "For not cheating on your wife?"

"It's not cheating if she knows, and she does," said Alastor. Lucifer seemed taken aback. "Our marriage is purely platonic. Neither of us ever had any expectation of anything else. You know this. I told her I was seeing someone since our engagement became official."

Alastor kept for himself the part where Rosie even knew about Lucifer specifically. That wasn't important now.

"Then why...?" started Lucifer, but Alastor continued forward.

"I thought," he said, closing his eyes for a moment. He could hear the beating of his own heart. If he did, Lucifer most certainly did too. "I thought that was what I was supposed to do. I thought that if I wanted to do a good job, I should let you go." He didn't have to see Lucifer's eyes to feel the hurt on them, so he shook his head. "And maybe that is true, but I don't care anymore."

"Don't care about becoming a Beastar?"

"No, that is not what I mean," said Alastor, looking up, a conviction that haven't weavered in years. "I will be a Beastar, Lucifer. I won't ever trust anyone with that position but myself. That is not a debate or a silly dream. I will make it a reality," he relaxed his shoulders, taking a breath. "But I am tired of pretending like that and what I want are truly incompatible. It's ridiculous even. How can I hope to unite carnivores and herbivores when I won't even try to make it work out between us, a carnivore and herbivore?"

Alastor rose from the bed. He wanted to reach out, but he knew Lucifer wouldn't allow it in the state he was now. The irony of that, of their roles reversed, was almost enough to make him laugh. "I know it will be difficult. It won't be easy, but when has anything ever been easy for any of us?" He took a step forward, just one. Lucifer winced, but didn't tell him to keep away. "Even so, I will have everything. You and Beastars. I won't let anyone tell me I have to chose."

"But you did," said Lucifer, the accusation only softened up by his own hurt. "You chose already. You got married and someday you will have a kid with her. What it will matter any of this then?"

"It will matter," insisted Alastor, taking another step. When Lucifer's only reaction was to look away, he took another. "It will always matter. Even if you aren't there, because I will never be able to be with her."

"You are both young deer, of course you..."

"No, Lucifer. I can't." Alastor bended over and took the shoulders of Lucifer. "I tried. One time when we moved in together. Everything about it felt so wrong I puked my guts out before we had even done anything. I couldn't be with her even if I wanted to."

Lucifer saw where the hands of Alastor were and suddenly blinked, as if surprised to finding him there. In one quick movement he slided under Alastor's arm and stepped away.

"Is that true?" he asked, hand hovering over his mouth.

Alastor nodded, a slight blush creeping up his neck. That wasn't one of his most dignified moments, sure, and he would rather take that secret to his grave. But Lucifer had to know anyway. He had to be aware that Alastor was never going to fit neatly in the role he had been assigned to, with or without him.

"Then how the hell are you going to have kids?" asked Lucifer, frowning, as if that could be the biggest issue to tackle.

"Lu, there is plenty of other methods nowadays. We don't even have to touch at all." Alastor reached a hand to him. Lucifer looked at that palm and moved his head no, lifting a finger in the air. He moved quickly over to his nightstand and took out a bottle of alcohol and some tissue. After throughfully desinfecting his hand, he turned to Alastor to offer his palm up.

Alastor did not hesitate. He squeezed Lucifer's fingers gently and the weigh on his chest lighten up at the response. Lucifer too seemed to find himself more comfortable at the contact, however it was. There was a heavy note in his brown eyes, however. For it, Alastor let the silence last as long as it needed to be, comforting himself with the touch of his scales.

"You know I love you, Al" said Lucifer finally, as if defeated, like there was no even a point into pretending otherwise. Maybe Alastor knew, despite his denial, but the words liften him above the ground all the same, " but I can't go through you ditching me like that again. I thought I would never see you again. That all I would ever see was your pictures posing with her. I was ready to accept that, but you coming here... " Lucifer took a step closer, his shoulders sagging. "I need to know you are serious about us. That whatever happens, we will try to work it out together. You have your life, and I get that, but I can't... I don't want to lose you again."

"You won't." Alastor joined his other hand to take Lucifer's, enclosing him in the strongest cage he could make. "Why do you think I came here? I tried to live a normal life and I did not want it. I am not cut out for it either. I understand that now." He kissed the the white fingers peeking through his own. Lucifer winced once, desinfected or not. This was the most Lucifer ever allowed him to touch with his venom active, so Alastor did not go any further even if he wanted to. "I belong with you. Always with you. I am sorry I didn't realize that sooner."

"I really didn't like that, you know."

"I know, I am sorry," Alastor kissed each one of his falanges, every knuckle. When Lucifer remained just as calm as before, he gave the claw of his index a tentative lick. Lucifer shivered, just a tiny amount, but it was good and it gave him a different kind of warmth in his belly. "Would you forgive me, my dear?"

"Dont leave me like that again."

"I won't." Alastor put on the claw on his open mouth and sucked on it slowly, deliberately. As he made contact with his Lucifer's brown eyes, he recognized the smoke rising from them. "Ever."

"Do you love me?" Lucifer asked, stiffening his shoulders straight. Alastor could see the struggle of holding on, of keeping his control in tact and that only increased his own desire to see it destroyed. "And don't say yes, say it right."

"I love you, Lucifer." He brought the fingers deeper in his mouth, the whole claw scrapping the middle of his tongue and moving it ever so gently, sucking on it. The taste of desinfectant lingered in his mouth. "Tell me you forgive me," he whispered, kissing the knuckles again.

"It's not fucking fair you are doing this the day I can't even kiss you," complained Lucifer, eyes smoldering already.

"You can kiss me other days," said Alastor easily with a little shrug, moving to the next finger. "But only if you forgive me."

"You know already that I do, you dick." Lucifer took a breath. Before releasing it again, he freed his hand from Alastor's grasp and gripped his by the collar of his shirt. His lips impacted against the palm of Lucifer, pressed against the lips of it's owner to act as a protective barrier. Alastor closed his eyes, just like Lucifer, and imagined for a moment that there was no barrier at all, that he could feel Lucifer's lips, Lucifer fangs, the taste of his venom at the tip of his tongue. He was so entranced by his fantasy that he didn't even realize when Lucifer lifted himself up in his tail, reaching just the right height so Alastor wouldn't have to bend any longer, just before Lucifer pushed him against the door. Alastor only had time to gasp before the hand silenced him again, this time the body of Lucifer pressing against him with a hunger that ignited his own, even before the clawed hang grabbed his ass.

Still covered by Lucifer's hand, Alastor responded as best he could. They rubbed against each other, at first clumsy with both of them fully clothed, until Lucifer thigh slotted between Alastor's legs and that felt so right that they both moaned. Muscles that Alastor haven't even thought about in weeks clenched inside of him with a surprising strenght. The smell of his own arousal was always a little bit humiliating, but as soon he smelled Lucifer's, more intense, all he was able to do was tremble like an ice statue seconds about to collapse, steam rising from the cracks. Lucifer's cocks pressed against him, perfectly recognizable despite their pants on the way, and Alastor could swear he could feel them pulsating, warmth irridiating from it to his own body.

He hold him back, not trusting his own legs to keep him up, and his hand blindly end up gripping the size of the komodo dragon. The familiar muscles, hard and reliable under the jacket of the suit, and under that, the round shape of Lucifer's ass moving, thrusting into him. Without a single thought, Alastor bended his knees and opened up his legs further, pushing his waist forward. Lucifer's covered erections brushed him just right, at the perfect angle to scratch the itch he didn't know he had. A bleat escaped his lips. Lucifer was so big, like a fist. Was he always that big?

Somehow, his mouth found the way to Lucifer's fingers and he sucked on it, with a growing need to feel him any way possible, as much as possible. "Fuck, Al," groaned Lucifer, separating just so to watch him, eyes squinting as if to contain the heat on them.

Alastor lifted his leg and pressed Lucifer against him, getting him closer, trapped, condemned to only being able to ondulante gis waist and rub him again in the place Alastor most needed him to. In some place of his head, Alastor knew he was acting desperate and would feel embarrassed by it. But there was no space for such thoughts with his head as it was now, boiling on a rapid rising fire that was about to consume him.

How could he ever imagine he could just walk away from this? That he could just ignore the part of him that wished for this, that became alive and roaring like any other beast that demanded to be recognized. He should have realized already that he never stood a single chance. He was always going to end up there, no matter what.

Lucifer let out a growl. That was the only warning that Alastor got before he was unceremonously pushed to the bed. He landed over his hands and chest, confused for a second until he felt Lucifer planting a hand between his shoulder blades, keeping him down with barely any effort.

The komodo opened up Alastor's legs with his own, sliding his long tail under the waist of the deer to elevate his ass. Before Alastor could react Lucifer was thrusting again, rubbing his clothes body against his own covered up. A pathetic whimper resonated in his throat.

"Lu, please," he hissed, aware that his own tail was pointing to the sky high, making more than obvious his availability for more than that.

"I know, I know," groaned Lucifer, pressing his buldge right between his cheeks. "But even if I take my suppressants now, it won't do anything for another hour and I need you now. I won't risk you either so don't ask for it. It's your fault you got me like this, so you better take responsibility, Al."

Alastor moaned with another thrust, his body moving on its own to match the movement. His entrance clasped down ay nothing as he bit his lip. If this was his punishment for doubting, then certainly there were worst ones. Like not having this. Not touching Lucifer ever again, uncovered or not. Not seeing him at all.

"I guess I have no choice then..." He muttered against the bed, surrendering. His ears pulled back as Lucifer's movements dragged him to the limit. His skin tingled all over, the hot smell of Lucifer invading all his senses. He grabbed the nearest pillow he could and brought it to his face, burying himself on it. The pillow where Lucifer slept in every night, clean, but so market by it's owner that Alastor could recognize it without sight. Above him, Lucifer grunted while still keeping him in place, spreading him wider, reaching deeper, searching for any crevices he was capable of teaching to reclaim it again.

Just as the tension in his lower half became too much, too tough, like he was made of wood or steel, Lucifer only speed up further. In the end, with a strangled moan, Alastor shook underneath and dissolved entirely. Lucifer thrusted some more against his over sensitive parts, lost his rhythm and then stopped with a dark exhale. Alastor missed feeling on his last moment. The feeling of that release inside of him making him marked, owned.

With a final gasp, Lucifer fell on his back. The komodo dragon wasn't light as a feather, and all his body felt stuffy, his clothes were probably a mess now, he was a mess, but for one moment, for now, all of that could wait. There was no other place he would rather be. There listening to both of their breathing and feeling the weight of Lucifer so present, so real, so his.

"Why..." started Alastor after a while, his heart still thumping in the space between them, "did you stopped taking your suppressants?"

A few seconds of silence. At last, a sigh. "I guess I didn't see the point if I didn't want anyone close to me." Lucifer spoke softly against his spine. "No one that wasn't you. You are the only one, Al. You always were."

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?"