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Nest. Lucifer needed to make a nest. It was his primary thought.

Nest.

Nest.

Nest.

Nest.

Needed to make a nest. Needed to attract a mate.

If he did a good enough job his mate would lay an egg or two and then he'd have babies.

Lucifer needed to prepare for babies.

His ducks were shoved aside for his need as he grew his nest.

Mattresses went missing and Vaggi ordered new ones. Blankets, rugs, curtains, throw blankets, pillows, the cushions off the couches. All of it started going missing and she ordered replacements.

More. Lucifer needed more.

He climbed through the tunnels of his nest towards the windows. There his hung his shinys. Bottles and crystals, anything that caught the light and made rainbows dance across the play space for when he had hatchlings.

All the soft stuffed ducks he'd collected over the years filled the space now. Everything soft, only soft things, has to be soft, the thoughts circled around each other as he built.

Feathers, he decided one day when no mate had yet come. Lots of feathers. He need to pluck his feathers. Piece by piece he pulled them out. It would help. He needed to attract a mate. The feathers would help, the feathers would help, the feathers-

Charlie stopped him. Her voice was soft and loving. His precious hatchling. His only daughter. His only egg. He rubbed his head against hers as her words flittered in one ear and out the other, "your nest is beautiful, dad, you don't need to pluck your feathers out."

She held onto him and Lucifer covered her in his wings. His hatchling would be safe under his wings. Lucifer wiggled to get comfortable and yawned as the light of day faded.

He needed to sleep. Tomorrow he would build more.

Lucifer awoke alone and grief sat in his chest like a stone.

Hatchling gone.

Gone, gone, gone.

She was grown, Lucifer knew that, but still, hatchling gone.

Climbing through his tunnels of soft things, Lucifer found the bed chamber of his nest. It was down in the dark where even his sight struggled to make out shaped. Perfect for sleeps. Perfect for safety.

Nest.

He needed more nest.

Lucifer climbed down to the entrance and out the door.

Beating his five good wings, Lucifer flew, a bit sideways, and knocking into walls, but he flew.

The elevator took so long. So long. So long. So long.

Feathers ruffled as each floor passed slowly by.

He paced.

He moved from floor to ceiling to wall.

The doors dinged open and Lucifer burst out in a fluster of feathers and snaps at the beast he'd ridden in.

Nest.

Needed more nest.

No mate yet.

Needed more nest.

More- Smell.

Smell?

Following the scent, Lucifer circled the rug by the door.

Smell.

Good smell.

He rolled in the scent. Mate scent.

It was strong.

Very strong.

Fresh.

The trail lead Lucifer to the front desk.

Straight to the tail feathers of the scent.

Face. He knew that face.

"Adam." Lucifer flared out his wings. Adam smell good.

Like, like, ready to lay egg.

"Nest?" He asked Adam. Giving the large man a a bump with his head on the arm. "Nest?" He asked again.

Adam cocked his head, Lucifer didn't understand the tone, just the word, "nest."

Lucifer hopped backwards, his wings shimming, towards the foul elevator.

He waited.

And waited.

He shimmied again.

Adam stepped closer.

Bit by bit Adam followed him up and into the nest.

Looking over the nest, Adam looked pleased. "Dark." He commented and Lucifer beamed.

He stayed as Adam climbed through the nest's tunnels to make sure it was good.

Lucifer hoped Adam liked the nest.

More feathers better?

He started to pluck a second wing.

Several new feathers lined the nest when Adam returned. He crawled towards Lucifer, the ceiling of the nest too short for him to stand.

Settling in the middle of the sleep portion he allowed Lucifer to be nearer and nearer until Lucifer rubbed his head against his mate's.

Adam's cheek was soft against his and Lucifer dipped his head to nip at Adam's neck. Adam turned his head to allow Lucifer access.

He rubbed more vigorishly.

Adam rubbed back.

They peeled each other's clothing off and Lucifer spread his mate's legs. The cloaca was slick and inviting, begging Lucifer to press his own against it.

His unsheathed cock filled the warm hole and they ground against each other.

He thrusted and they nipped at each other, hands pawing. Lucifer kneaded Adam's tits, they would grow heavy soon.

Adam panted and moaned. Thrusting back and grinding for more still.

As the warmth began to milk him, Lucifer joined Adam in the grinding once more, spilling himself into Adam.

They nuzzled in between rounds. Forming a bond as Lucifer's cum bubbled and dripped from Adam's hole.

Time had been meaningless to Lucifer since he started nesting. Now it mattered even less.

When they were finally ready to rest, Lucifer tucked Adam under what was left of his wings and nuzzled Adam once more.

Resting until Adam groaned. He shuffled and picked his head up.

The movements woke Lucifer and he held onto Adam as Adam moved to squat.

Squawking, Adam bore down.

Lucifer watched as Adam cloaca spread as the large egg pushed its way out.

Adam screamed as the widest part of the egg began to pass.

The egg landed with a soft plop and Adam moaned softly in relief that didn't last long.

A second egg passed through him and Adam swore, loudly.

Checking out Adam, Lucifer nuzzled the now puffy cloaca, making Adam wince but moan, low and full of need. Softly, he lapped at it to sooth and clean Adam.

When he was done cleaning Adam up, Lucifer covered the eggs with a blanket to keep them warm. Adam still smelled so good.

Adam felt good on his prick as he slid it into Adam's newly stretched hole. The puckered cloaca worked to milk more from Lucifer's cock. Squeezing and drawing as Adam shook and moaned and came over and over from the overstimulation.

"More egg." Lucifer stated. He wanted more eggs.

Thrusting until Lucifer was too drained to keep going, Adam rolled on top so his spasming cloaca could keep milking him.

Lucifer wasn't sure how much more he could cum when Adam pulled off him.

Cum dripped and ran down Adam's messy thighs. Lucifer watched again as Adam cried out and pushed.

Another egg landed safely on the soft surface of the nest between Lucifer's legs. Lucifer stuck it with the others.

Adam's shaky legs gave out and he laid down on the soft nest. The spread legs were an invitation Lucifer refused to not enjoy and rolled over to bury his head between them.

He lapped at the sticky mess of Adam's legs. Wiping them clean of their cum and the slick of birthing their eggs. Prodding the puffy cloaca with his tongue, Lucifer slowly fucked the soft hole, enjoying how little it took for Adam's pussy to pulse.

"More egg." Adam moaned, tugging Lucifer up for a kiss to share the taste of themselves.

Lucifer wasn't sure how much longer he could keep going, but Adam's warm and inviting hole welcomed him with a shuttery orgasm and Lucifer was going to keep going even if he died.

They could only really grind lazily against each other now, exhaustion dug deep into their bones. Lucifer came until it hurt, then came again.

Adam pushed him off, turned onto his stomach and started pushing their fourth egg out. Lucifer kissed and nipped as Adam's backend when the egg became stuck. Digging his fingers in and turning the egg slightly so it finished laying.

It was smaller than the others. A little oddly shaped. Lucifer nuzzled it sadly, then set it with it's siblings to hopefully grow before joining his mate.

Sleeping where he'd collapsed after birth, Adam didn't stir as Lucifer cleaned him up. He moved the eggs under Adam's jet black wings and rest his four and a half feathered wing over both as he lay on Adam's back and between Adam's legs to protect his mate and eggs as he slept.

-

Adam stirred first, the nesting urges wearing off. He was long used to such urges but groaned from the hunger, thirst, and soreness. Every hundred or so years a male angel built a nest to attract a mate to lay eggs in it. All female angels within a certain distance were triggered by the nesting, which was why when a male wanted to nest they migrated to the distant towers subconsiously. Any chicks that wanted to mate simply went within the zone and let themselves be over come.

For centuries Adam had migrated to the towers to build his nest, fucking until exhausted, then he and his mate raised the eggs in his nest for the next two decades.

This was the first time he'd been attracted to the nest of someone.

His turned golden at the colour of the wings over his and the memories of that angelic prick and his cock inside him, the birth was fuzzy, and mostly he just remembered pain before relief and then more sex.

He'd been in denial for months. Closing his eyes as he touched himself in his shitty little apartment, pretending he just couldn't get it up, pretending he didn't notice the extra nipples. His secondary pair of tits was already coming in. Adam had laid too many eggs and caused them to begin to engorge with milk for their young.

Shifting, Adam tried to figure out how to get up. Maybe he could take the eggs? Leaving them behind was out of the question. He needed to stay with his eggs. But Lucifer lay protectively over all of them.

Scooting up slowly to his knees, Adam bit back a moan as Lucifer's half out prick rubbed against his cloaca, then froze.

Lucifer stirred, grinning absently, then more purposely as he woke up.

Adam's poor overstimulated pussy was once more stretched as Lucifer found purchase and filled him.

He could only dig his fingers into the bedding of the nest and moan as orgasm after orgasm was pulled from his body. Tears sprang in Adam's eyes. It felt so good. He wanted more, but the pleasure was turning to pain as it was quickly becoming too much.

Hot cum filled his bird puss once more before Lucifer pulled out and slumped behind him.

"Adam?" The man groaned. His nesting phase was over. He'd mated and had eggs.

Groaning, Adam felt the familiar feeling, this time sober from the pheromones, he was laying another egg.

"Did we nest?" Lucifer sounded as tired as Adam but Adam couldn't focus on that. Only the churning inside him.

His insides pulsed, different than cumming, it was tugging and pushing and Adam followed his instincts and pushed. The egg came out as Adam cried the piercing shriek of a hawk, he took a shuttery breath and pushed again.

Two more eggs joined their clutch.

Adam rested on his forearms, his ass in the air, and let Lucifer lick him clean.

It was instinct. Lucifer couldn't help it and the saliva turned the stinging into relief. Adam pushed back against the tongue and if he was still fogged from instinct himself, he'd beg to be mated again.

They already had six eggs though. He was far more fertile than most angels if he'd birthed six eggs. One or two was the norm, three or four if a couple was really going at it. Which, they had been.

Exhausted with himself, Adam wished Vaggie wasn't a lesbian and immune to the nesting pheromones. Adam had thought he was. Despite his body, he liked women. It wasn't though he harboured some long crush on Lucifer. He was attractive, sure, but everyone thought Lucifer was the more beautiful of the angels.

Maybe he had jerked it a time or two to the thought of Lucifer bouncing on his cock, but everyone did.

Right?

The more he thought about how often exactly he'd fisted his dick and stroked himself to completion thinking about Lucifer, the less certain of that normality of it he was.

It wasn't like he was gay. He never jerked off to or fucked other guys. The nesting didn't make you fuck anyone, the pheromones attracted women that liked how you smelled, the nest had to be well done too. A poorly constructed nest turned women off.

He really liked Lucifer's smell and nest. Proof that he didn't just bang chicks, but maybe Lucifer too.

Adam pushed back on that tongue still cleaning him up. He whimpered, wanted cock in him again. Biting his lip, Adam looked back over his shoulder and forced his voice to work. "Condom?"

Lucifer stopped, his face wet from his task, and started digging.

He could hear the sound of a drawer under all the blankets and mattresses opening and closing. Lucifer was careful for put the layers back and he came back up into the nest.

In the near blackness, Adam watched Lucifer open a small square package and roll the condom over his cock.

Covering the eggs with a blanket, Adam lay on his back and spread his legs so Lucifer could access his pussy.

Feeling that cock slide in, it quenched an ache inside him and his eyes pricked with tears. He felt whole in a way he never had as a man on Earth or angel in heaven. He'd been happy, he'd loved sex. But this, this was, better.

Better because he was with Lucifer. Because it was Lucifer. How long had he thought of hell and been angry and jealous? Lucifer, even when he was happy, darkened his thoughts and his heart had ached.

Had he been in love with Lucifer? Or at least lust? Infatuation?

That prick plowing into his fertile fields, made him cum with little effort. He was sure no bitch he ever fucked came as much as he was doing. It was like hell made his cloaca just for Lucifer and at long last it was being happily claimed by it's owner.

Adam shuttered as his body pulsed fully at that idea. Being Lucifer's. Being more than just mates for the next twenty years as their babies grew.

He wanted Lucifer in him every night, every morning, he wanted to drip his lovers cum.

"Mine." Lucifer groaned out, filling the condom and making Adam ached.

'No, more babies.' He scolded himself desperately to stick to it.

Still.

"I need it." He whimpered without meaning to as Lucifer pulled out. "More."

Lucifer wavered, then pulled the condom off and slid back into Adam, feeling that cum smear on Lucifer's cock made Adam cry out. That as it. He needed it. Needed more of that cum.

"Please," he begged. "Cum in me."

Again and again until Adam felt as if his pussy could burst from the volume within him, Lucifer came. They passed out between rounds, Lucifer's dick still in him, waking up in the perpetual near darkness to fuck some more until they were hungry and thirsty enough to overcome their desires for each other.

Lucifer foraged for them, already a good mate, while Adam kept their six eggs warm and turned and tended to them instinctual.

He was fed between kisses rich foods.

Fats, Adam remembered from once being the forager. Lucifer was feeding him foods to plump him up further. So he can nurse their babies.

Lucifer was going to need to get him a lot of food.

"Six eggs," Adam moaned over the salmon bites. "Six!"

"It's a lot." Lucifer agreed. "Sorry. I just, I couldn't resist you."

There was silence in the dark before Lucifer seemed to gather his courage to speak again. "How are you here? Alive! You- you died."

Adam shrugged, knowing Lucifer could make him out.

"I died. I felt myself die. Then I burned, like... like-"

"The holiness was being burned away?" Lucifer offered, grimacing as if he knew the feeling all to well. Adam supposed Lucifer did.

He nodded slowly, his heart beating hard at the words that alluded him for months being presented to him. "Yes." He slipped a hand between his bare legs, to almost hide what hell did to him.

"Forms in hell are... complex." Lucifer offered as a life line.

"I like it." Adam admitted softly, then shook his head. "No. I mean..."

Lucifer touched his arm gingerly.

He was so tired. They'd had so much sex that he almost felt broken. Like he didn't have the energy to pull away and call Lucifer gay. To hide.

Had he been hiding?

Adam didn't know.

Not on purpose.

He liked chicks, he really liked chicks, but had he ever been as happy with a chick as he was now?

Could you like just one guy? Like being able to have kids with him? Adam didn't know but felt like he could.

He could taste himself on Lucifer's tongue and shut his brain off. Whatever he was, right now and the next twenty years, this was going to be his life, he had time to figure his shit out.

-

Lucifer climbed up through the tunnel, passed the bed portion of their nest and up to the play room.

Adam picked his head up from where he had been half dozing, and shifted a wing to let Lucifer com close enough to feed him as his hands were busy.

Four hungry mouths nursed on Adam's large breasts and Adam had to hold them as he lay down for all of them to feed at once. As they ate from him, Adam ate the rich fatty food Lucifer brought for him.

Those plump lips sucking on Lucifer's fingers. If not for the babies, Lucifer would ravish Adam where he lay.

Instead Lucifer kept feeding Adam as their four children finished up their meals one by one and went to explore their world of softness and light.

Heather crawled into the rainbow of light to curl up and take her milk coma. Oakley searched for his favourite toy to roll around with and squeak at. Sienna and Finn giggled as they started to play together.

Lucifer was a little glad two of their eggs were unfertilized. The oddly shaped one and the last one that came quickly, they had realized were infertile after a couple weeks.

Four was perhaps their limit of care.

Even with the babies off, Lucifer continued to hand feed his lover until one by one they all took to napping and Lucifer carried them down to the bedroom portion to sleep.

When he returned, Lucifer noted that Adam had pulled up his skirt, the only thing he really felt like wearing anymore.

He licked his lips. "Again?"

Adam was insatiable. At this point Lucifer feared if he ever missed a day of filling Adam full of cum, his nuts would explode.

"Again."