A cool wind whipped through the open window, and Dan shivered. Lucifer quickly and quietly rose to ease it shut. On his way back to the bed, he grabbed a light throw to add to Daniel's side. He climbed back into the middle, pulling Dan in closer to share some of his abundant body heat.

Visibly and audibly relaxing at the added warmth, Dan began to snore lightly. Lucifer chuckled to himself. His friend was like a cat when he slept. Deep sleeps, big stretches and constantly searching for warmth.

To his other side, his wife slept fitfully. Their son, it seemed, was a night owl like his father. His midnight acrobatics often woke Chloe multiple times a night.

Right on cue, Chloe struggled and sat up, placing her left palm against her side.

"Dang it, child. My ribs are *not* monkey bars!" She kept her voice low, trying not to disturb her men. Lucifer watched her rubbing her offended rib, and murmuring softly to their boy. Her hair was a mess, her nightgown hitched up around her hips from her tossing and turning. She was heavily pregnant, belly so round that it was easy to convince people there were two babies in there.

From his spot on the bed, Lucifer reached up and began massaging her lower back, which surprised her.

"I'm sorry, babe! I didn't mean to wake you!"

"You didn't. I haven't slept well in weeks, to be honest. I have 4 bed mates doing their best to take up all the space," he teased gently. Turning suddenly serious he said "And I worry. A lot. Trying to coordinate 2 concurrent births is frankly a nightmare, especially when one of them is Daniel. It's only 4 weeks away. Your blood pressure, Dan's, well, masculinity… There are a lot of potential complications, and a lot of ways this could go horribly wrong."

"Lucifer. You need to have faith." He scowled at the notion, opening his mouth to argue. Chloe silenced him with a gentle hand. "Not in Him. We both know He won't get involved anyway. In me. In Dan. In our children." She moved her hand under his chin, lifting his face so she could look him in the eyes. "In yourself. You are an amazing partner, a wonderful friend, and the love of my life. You are going to be fantastic."

"But what if I lose you. Any of you? Dad forbid, all of you?" The emotion in his voice was raw. He'd gotten a lot better at letting down his shields around her, and she could tell this was breaking him.

"Baby, I'm not going anywhere. I'm okay. He's okay. Dan and your girl are okay." She laid next to him and placed her hand over his heart. "We're all going to be okay."

Without opening his eyes, Dan mumbled "not getting rid of me that easy," and rolled over pressing his backside into Lucifer to warm it. His toes touched the other man's leg, causing Lucifer to jump. "Love me, love my toesicles," he muttered before dropping back off to sleep.

"Douche," Lucifer whispered. He turned back to his wife, to find that she had fallen back asleep as well. He sighed and tried to still the worries in his heart and get some sleep.

He was still the first to awaken in the pale early light. Scooting up in bed until he was sitting against the headboard, he surveyed his lovers and their burgeoning, ripe bellies. He hated to use the M word, he really, really did. But what other word was there for this but Miracle?

Placing a soft kiss on each forehead, he carefully climbed out of bed. Not quite carefully enough it seemed, as Dan's eyes fluttered open at that moment. "Breakfast? We're starving."

Lucifer let out a heavy breath. This should prove to be entertaining. "What will it be today, my Fruit Bearer?" Dan rolled a sleepy eye at the pet name. It wasn't worth arguing about when he was this hungry.

"I need a bear claw from that little shop, you know the one. And some black olives. And hot wings."

"Is that all?" Lucifer was surprised. That was fairly tame recently.

"And a large cherry ICEE."

"Everything bagels and lox. Extra cream cheese," came Chloe's sleepy request. "And coffee," at this Lucifer made a noise of protest, so she continued "fine,*decaf* coffee. And a hard-boiled egg."

Making a mental shopping list and itinerary, Lucifer pulled on a pair of pants and a clean shirt, kissed them both goodbye and set off in search of the requested buffet.

Dan and Chloe snuggled closer, each missing the weight of their angel in the bed. Chloe turned over in an unspoken request to be the little spoon. Dan attempted to oblige, his large belly preventing the kind of closeness they had shared in their own marriage.

Wiggling around to make it work caused his ever present morning wood to press into Chloe's rear end. She pressed back into it hungrily. She rolled over again, throwing a leg over his hip, pressing her belly into his. A few giggling attempts to make something work found Dan laying on his back, Chloe leaning over to lick and suck his throbbing erection.

He reached up under the edge of her nightgown and began to stroke her already wet slit. She moaned low around his cock, the vibrations cutting him to his core. "I'd really like to be inside of you right now," he grunted.

She gave him one last long, hard suck and rose to stand on the bed. She turned around to face his feet, straddling his hips guiding him to her opening. She sank down on him, thick and hard, not as big as her husband, but still absolutely satisfying. Chloe moaned in pleasure and began to ride him in earnest.

Dan reached down, massaging her buttocks as she plunged herself down onto his cock over and over. His hips were rising to meet hers with every thrust. She leaned forward, bracing herself on his thighs, tempo picking up. She reached between her legs and began to rub her clit, building up to a very strong orgasm.

As she let loose, Dan grabbed her hips and started guiding her up and down, slamming hard into her with every thrust. Chloe continued to scream.

Lucifer opened the door, tray in hand, and took in the wanton sight. His wife straddling her ex, nightgown pushed up past her waist, nipples just visible, dark and erect. Dan, strong legs thrusting into her, hands gripping her hips, pulling her in and in and in to him. Suddenly, he was jealous of them both.

He rested the tray on the dresser, and shed his clothes faster than a blink.

Seeing him, Chloe waved him over. She took his erection in her hand and started stroking. She removed herself from Daniel's hips, and he groaned in protest. When he saw Lucifer with that frustrated, left out look on his face, he understood.

Chloe laid down in the middle of the bed, legs splayed, and called Lucifer to her. He crawled up between her thighs, dragging one leg over each shoulder, placing his mouth on her sopping lips. *This* was what he was hungry for.

Dan, now feeling left out himself, scrambled to his knees with some difficulty. He climbed around behind his lover and began to eat his ass like a starving man. Lucifer moaned in delight. Dan's talented tongue teased him, opened him, made him ready. "Yes, Daniel, fuck me my love."

Dan sat up, taking his still wet cock in his hand, and positioned it on the puckering hole. He pushed forward slowly until the head popped past the tight ring. Lucifer gave a primal groan and pushed back against him, never letting up his attentions to his wife's pleasure. She was moaning hoarsely at the feel of his tongue probing her, licking her, painting patterns of bliss on the canvas of her body.

Dan began to inch forward into his lover's eager asshole, feeling it clench at the intrusion. The added tightness spurred Dan on further, until he was buried to the hilt in his master. He paused here, relishing the feel before slowly, torturously pulling back out again.

Lucifer was dizzy from the sensations. Being filled and then left bereft, only to be filled once again; it was sweet agony. The slight burning sensation of the tight muscle served as a counterpoint to the pleasure. A low harmony that serves to elevate the melody.

Dan began to move faster, his desire to please giving way to his own need for release. Lucifer moaned with every thrust, sending vibrations down his tongue to Chloe's sensitive clit. She screamed as she came, hard, and the scream ramped up in pitch and volume as Lucifer slid two fingers into her and began curling them, massaging her g-spot just so. She was quaking and having trouble lying still under him, juices squirting from her into his waiting mouth.

Dan continued his assault on Lucifer's backside, faster and harder, faster and harder, gripping his lover's hips, digging in with bruising force until his fingers ached. "I'm going to come, master. Master, may I come?" he grunted, punctuating his words with forceful thrusts.

Lucifer couldn't answer as his own orgasm hit, sending his seed spraying onto the bed. Chloe awkwardly but eagerly moved around, placing her head beneath his cock, licking the tip, collecting the moisture that remained there, squeezing his balls gently, sending him into another spasm.

His asshole clenched around Daniel's painful member and he again begged, panting "Please, master, mistress, may I come?"

Chloe removed her mouth from her husband and answered, "Yes pet, empty into him, make him come again."

With a hoarse, graceless scream, Dan loosed his load into Lucifer's sore, punished ass. When Lucifer felt the hot semen splash his insides, he came again, nothing left in his balls to expel, but still they clenched. Chloe sucked him, hard, until she felt his knees shake. She pulled off of him with a loud pop as his front sagged to the mattress. Dan's softening cock still buried in his friend, his hands still holding tight to narrow hips, supporting him, not ready to let him go yet.

One final thrust, then he withdrew. He spent a moment lapping up the cream oozing from the gaping hole before collapsing to the bed. Lucifer slowly lowered his hips to the mattress, savoring the soreness in his ravaged ass.

They laid in a heap for a long time, enjoying the reverberating tremors still occasionally wracking their bodies.

When Dan's stomach began to growl, they remembered the abandoned breakfast tray. Lucifer rose to retrieve it, wincing slightly with his first few steps. He didn't bottom often, so he felt it pretty acutely for a while afterward. The three of them sat cross legged on the bed, tray in the middle, sharing food and companionable conversation.

When breakfast was over, Dan rose to shower first, as he had to get to work. His daughter gave his bladder a swift kick making him gasp. Lucifer was at his side in a flash, hand pressed to belly, concern all over his face.

Dan laughed, covering his friend's hand with one of his own. "We're fine. She's just playing soccer with my insides. She'll be a good forward." Lucifer relaxed a bit, though worry still tinged his thoughts.

"What the everloving fuck."

They all turned in surprise to see the leather clad Mazikeen gaping from the doorway. Her eyes traveled from Lucifer's gooey expression, to his enfolded hand, lingering on Dan's extreme roundness, uncamouflaged by clothing.

"Maze!"shouted Chloe, the first to recover her wits. "Have you ever heard of *knocking*? Of privacy? Oh who am I taking to, of course you haven't." She let her temper fly, trying to paint over the embarrassment of the situation. "This is our *home*! You can't just waltz in whenever you want!"

Maze narrowed her eyes at the shrilling blonde. Through gritted teeth she hissed, "You asked me here. To take the squirt to school. Remember?"

Chagrin flooded Chloe's face. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry," she whispered softly. A moment's awkward silence passed before Maze stated "Right, well she's going to be late, so I have to go. But I will be back. And we *will* talk."

Lucifer protested "Dan has to go to work."

"*Danielle* here can call out sick. Be dressed when I get back. I'm down for a *lot* of kinky shit, but this crosses boundaries, man."

She turned sharply on her heel and left the room. They heard Trixie yell "Bye Mommy, bye Daddy, bye Lucifer, bye babies! I love you!" as Maze quickly ushered her from the apartment, elevator doors sliding shut.

Well, shit.