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Warnings: Slash.

Chapter 6 – Paradise Lost

When Harry woke up, he felt incredibly comfortable. He didn't remember falling asleep the previous night and he knew he wasn't in his bed, but he felt so warm that he just didn't want to move.

He opened his eyes and smiled when he saw the tuft of turquoise hair. However it was the strong arm wrapped around him and holding Teddy close that caught his attention.

He glanced up, seeing Lucifer's sleeping features, and he felt a wave of happinesswramthfondness crash over him. He couldn't put a name to it. It was overwhelming, and intense, and far too strong for a relationship that was less than a day long. It was far too strong for someone he had only met a few days back.

He wouldn't lie to himself and say that he didn't want this. He did. He wanted it so much that it hurt. The longing was so strong that he feared it would consume his entire soul.

He knew it was far too early for him to have these feelings.

He knew that.

But he couldn't help it.

His entire being ached to be with Lucifer.

And he was still Gryffindor enough to jump in head first.

Lucifer woke when he felt the body he was holding start squirming. He opened one eye and looked at the messy, raven locks that were tickling his neck.

"Good morning," he mumbled, and the slight body stilled.

There was a small shift and an emerald eye peeked up at him. His lips twitched when Harry turned a little and he saw the cherry red blush painting Harry's cheeks.

"Slept well?" he asked, enjoying Harry's shyness far too much.

He grinned when Harry threw him a glare that looked far more adorable than Harry had probably intended.

"Shut up," Harry grumbled, hiding his face in Lucifer's neck, and Lucifer chuckled.

"No need to be embarrassed, little one. I enjoyed having you sleeping in my arms. If it were up to me you would sleep nowhere else." Lucifer meant every word.

Harry groaned, hiding his face even more.

"You can't just say that," the wizard complained, and Lucifer grinned.

"Would you rather I lie?"

Harry pulled away and glared at him.

"No, I don't want you to lie. But you can't just say those things."

"Why not? It is what I feel, it is the truth."

"We barely know each other. It's too fast, too soon."

Lucifer sighed, his head falling on the back of the sofa. He knew that Harry not knowing who he was would cause this kind of situation. However he wasn't willing to risk telling Harry the truth about himself, at least not at the moment.

He wasn't ashamed to admit that he was afraid of how Harry might react.

He knew how Harry felt about him. He had heard it in Harry's prayers often enough. However it was one thing to trust in an ethereal being that was nothing more than an idea, and it was a completely different thing to realize that the being that is said to bring about the Apocalypse was real, was there, was more than just an idea.

What if Harry thought that he was far too dangerous to be near Teddy and sent him away?

It was something he wasn't willing to risk.

"Does it matter?" he asked. "Does it matter how long we have known each other? Can you tell me that this doesn't feel right?"

"I.."

Lucifer kissed Harry's forehead when the wizard trailed off.

"Please, Harry, give this a chance. Isn't happiness worth the risk? If it doesn't work, then it doesn't. But imagine that it does. Can you see just how utterly perfect it will be? It will be a little slice of paradise. It's something I believe is worth pursuing."

There was silence, then Lucifer felt Harry interlacing their fingers. Harry sighed, leaning back against him.

"Damned silver tongue." His tone was slightly petulant, but Lucifer could feel the smile against his neck.

He chuckled and pulled the wizard tightly against him, closing his eyes.

Teddy was still sleeping, they could afford to laze about for a little while longer.

Days after that fell into an easy routine, mornings would be spent playing outside, while they had lazy afternoons indoors, either reading or playing with Teddy. Aside from the first couple of days where they went back to the Burrow to get to know the new addition to the family.

Lucifer had to admit that he had enjoyed the sight of Harry holding a baby far too much.

But aside from that small change in their routine, the three of them would spend most of their time together. It was fascinating to Lucifer to see how they were becoming a small family of three.

Teddy sought him out as much as he did Harry, and he realized that he wasn't just indulging Teddy because he wanted to keep Harry happy. He had truly come to care for the young wizard, and he knew that he would protect him even if Harry didn't ask it of him.

It was a novel experience for him, but one he didn't regret in the least.

Harry and he had fallen into their relationship naturally.

There were no awkward moments. It was perfectly natural for them to be together. Harry didn't even blink when he would just hold him while Harry was making breakfast. Nor when they were on the sofa reading a book, and he would lean in and kiss the messy, raven locks.

It felt natural.

It felt right.

So when a month went by and Harry casually pulled him into Harry's bedroom, and both changed into their night clothes and slipped into bed, it felt normal.

It felt as if they had been doing it all along.

"Why is Teddy sulking?" Lucifer asked, walking into the living room.

Harry groaned, and buried his head in the small mountain of pillows that were on the floor beside him.

"We were watching a show, it had a zoo in it. Now he wants to go to the zoo. He's sulking 'cause I said we couldn't go." It took a moment or two for Lucifer to decipher the mumbled words, but he eventually got the gist of it.

"Why can't we go?" he sat on the floor on Harry's other side, his hand going to caress the silky hair.

Harry sighed, turning in his mountain of pillows – that Lucifer was fairly sure had been a fort at some point – and looked at him.

"There have to be dozens of zoos, in the States. I haven't been to any of them, so I can't apparate, or make a portkey, to any of them. I don't have a car, nor do I want to brave the public transports to get to one, especially since I don't know how far we are from one. I would have to look into those things before we could even try and organize a trip to the zoo. Try explaining that to a four year old..."

Lucifer chuckled at the adorable pout that had formed on Harry's lips.

Unable to stop himself he leaned in, placing a chaste kiss on those pouting lips.

He nibbled on Harry's bottom lip and he could feel Harry melting into him.

Harry moaned, turning around and wrapping his arms around Lucifer's neck. Lucifer pushed Harry back against the pillows, easily slipping between Harry's legs.

The chaste kiss quickly turned more demanding, Lucifer letting go of his tightly held control and devouring the wizard below him. Harry's decadent moans urging him on.

He growled when Harry wrapped his legs around him, brushing their groins together. Harry ripped his mouth from Lucifer's, throwing his head back, trying to regain his breathing. Lucifer continued his relentless assault, latching onto the pale throat that was exposed to him. He grind down against Harry's erection, delighted when it elicited the most beautiful sounds from his wizard.

Even though they had been sleeping on the same bed for a little over two weeks, they had never gone further than a few kisses here and there, and Lucifer was honestly at the end of his patience. He wanted to claim the wizard. Wanted to have Harry writhing underneath him, moaning his name, and begging to be taken.

And now he had his beautiful wizard right where he wanted him.

"Daddy? What 're you doin'?"

And everything came to a screeching halt.

Slowly Harry's legs fell from around him, while Harry's hands untangled themselves from his hair. Harry turned – and Lucifer was sure he had rubbed right against his erection just to torture him – and looked at the little boy standing in the doorway, a confused look on his little face.

Harry let his head fall against the pillows and groaned.

Lucifer's lips twitched, finding the situation far more funny than he should.

"Your daddy and I were just playing," Lucifer replied, knowing that Harry had no wish to explain sexual relationships to his four year old son.

Teddy frowned slight, then he nodded seriously.

"Can I play too?"

"No!" Harry's head had snapped up so fast that Lucifer thought it would pop right off. "This is a game only for grown-ups," Harry added when he saw the pout forming on Teddy's lips. "You can only play this game when you are older, and you can only play when you find a very, very, special person."

Teddy looked unconvinced for a moment.

"Lucifer's special?" Teddy asked.

"Lucifer is very special."

Teddy nodded slowly.

"I won't play til I find someone special like Lucifer, Daddy. I want a snack, Daddy. Can it be chocolate?" Teddy's little face lit up, talk about playing complete forgotten, and Harry sighed in relief.

He wiggled from under Lucifer, not helping with Lucifer's rather large problem at all, and smiled at Teddy.

"Of course. Run along, I'll get something ready for you in a little bit."

Teddy cheered, and raced to the kitchen leaving both males alone.

Harry glanced back, his eyes locking with Lucifer's smoldering ones.

"You better go, Harry." Lucifer's husky voice made him shiver. "Before I change my mind and drag you back here, and have you squirming beneath me." Harry's eyes darkened, his cheeks tainted by a beautiful red, and Lucifer groaned, looking away.

He heard Harry make his way out of the room and slumped back on the pillows.

Sometimes life was truly unfair.

"Why are you smirking?" Harry asked when Lucifer walked into the kitchen the following morning.

"Is the little menace up already?" Harry narrowed his eyes when the man refused to answer.

"Yes, he's in the play room. Why?"

Lucifer sat at the table, and put a few leaflets on it, pushing them towards Harry.

Harry looked at them, his brow furrowed, and looked back at Lucifer; silently demanding an explanation.

"I've been there," Lucifer told him. "I can take us there if you want. My family and I don't use apparation, but I'll be able to carry both of you with no problem."

"You... you did this for Teddy?" Harry murmured, his eyes locked on the leaflets.

"I did it for us. I want us to spend time together. I want us to be a family. This is just me taking my family out for the day, to have fun and just enjoy our time together."

Harry smiled, looking for all the world as if Lucifer had just given him the moon and the stars.

"We found him."

"Shit!" Dean cursed, bringing the Impala back to the right lane and barely avoiding colliding with an incoming car. "Cas, how many times have I told you not to do that?"

Castiel tilted his head, and Dean gave it up as a lost cause.

"Found who?" Sam asked, turning to look at the backseat of the Impala.

"Lucifer."

"Lucifer? Lucifer Lucifer? As in the Devil Lucifer?" Dean glanced into the rear-view mirror, turning into an old, abandoned side road and parking a little further in.

"There is only one Lucifer as far as I am aware," Castiel replied, and Dean almost groaned. Why did he even try?

"How did you find him? Where is he?"

"One of my brothers saw him, recognized his Grace, and alerted the other angels. I will be taking you to his current location."

"Now?" Dean tried to mask his apprehension, but from the look Sam gave him he knew his brother had noticed it. But come on! Could anyone really blame him? They were going to confront the freaking Devil, with no plan whatsoever! Anyone would feel apprehensive.

"Yes," Castiel replied. "We cannot risk losing him again."

Then Castiel grabbed both of them and with the flutter of wings they were gone.

"Dude!" Dean exclaimed as soon as he had his bearings. "My car!"

"It would have taken too long to get here by car," Castiel stated casually, completely missing the point.

"I'm sure Castiel will bring us back to the car once we're done here. Right, Castiel?"

Castiel nodded, looking from one brother to the other.

"Samuel is correct. If we survive this encounter I will take you back to your car."

"Oh, yeah, 'cause that just filled me with confidence, didn't it?" Dean grumbled, looking around for the first time.

He gaped slightly when he noticed where they were. When Cas had told him that they had found the Devil he had expected an abandoned church, or an old warehouse, maybe a creepy cemetery. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought that they would be in a place like this.

"Is..." Sam cleared his throat, and Dean was pleased to see that Sam looked as stunned as he felt. "Is this a zoo?"

"Yes."

"What the Hell is Lucifer doing in a zoo?" Dean was looking around, trying to find something, anything, that screamed Devil! But nothing popped up. It was just a normal zoo, full of families enjoying the day.

"We do not know."

"Are you sure that Lucifer's here?" Sam asked, his voice gentle, and Dean almost snorted. Only Sam would worry about hurting the angel's feelings in a moment like the one they found themselves in.

"Yes. He is right in front of us."

Dean stood straighter at that declaration, he could feel Sam having the same reaction. Both of them scanning the small crowd. There weren't that many people around, only a few families, nothing more. Nothing that screamed: I'm the Devil!

"Where, Cas?" his gun already in hand, and he could see Sam doing the same. He was rather thankful that they seemed to be in a slightly more isolated part of the zoo.

"Right in front of us, the blond. I can barely feel him, and I'm standing so close."

Dean followed Cas' look and he almost lowered his weapon when he saw Cas was following the steps of a tall blond man, who had his arm wrapped around a smaller raven haired male, and had a little kid with black hair sitting on his shoulders.

All three of them were smiling, and the blond, apparently Lucifer, leaned down and gave the black haired male a chaste kiss. The kid on his shoulders far too enraptured with the animals to notice.

Dean saw his brother faltering as well, and he turned towards Cas – who was still looking at the small family – and asked, "Are you sure?"

Because, well, out of everything he had thought the Devil could be doing, playing house certainly wasn't one of them.

"Without a doubt."

Then Cas was moving, and Dean could see movement from all around them, and before he knew it the little family was surrounded. From what Dean could see half of the ones surrounding the family were demons.

Dean and Sam followed after Castiel, having their weapons on hand just in case. Though they both felt slightly uncomfortable when the little kid looked at them with wide, frightened, sky-blue eyes.

The blond, Lucifer, had a snarl on his lips when he looked around, while the shorter man had his eyes narrowed at them, a twig in his hands.

Dean was slightly curious about the twig when he saw the man handle it as if it were a weapon.

"Lucifer." An angel stepped forward, and Dean knew that that one was probably the head dick.

"Zachariah." Lucifer inclined his head just a fraction, taking the child from his shoulders and putting him between both adults.

"We have been searching all over for you Lucifer."

"When you did not find me, that should have been your fist clue that I did not want to be found," Lucifer stated casually, though his rigid stance belied his tone.

"Not want to be found?" Dean didn't think it was possible to sound more condescending. Either the angel had balls of steel or he was severely deluded. Dean was more inclined to believe the latter. "Lucifer, you were not released from the cage so you could play house with the hairless apes. You have an Apocalypse to start."

"What did you just say?"

Dean was surprised by the British accent, and every eye turned to the small man standing beside Lucifer. Dean would swear that he saw Lucifer wince.

The Head Dick, Dean firmly believed that his title should be capitalized, sneered at the man, and Dean saw the brilliant green eyes narrow.

"Stay out of this, ape."

Before Dean could even blink a bright red light slammed into Head Dick, flinging him a few feet away, and the man disappeared, only to reaper with a sword in his hand and holding it to an immobilized Head Dick's throat.

Everyone was frozen in place, demons and angels looking at the man wide-eyed.

"I was having a wonderful day." The British voice washed over them. "I was enjoying a nice outing with my boyfriend, and my son. You just had to show up and ruin it." Dean was sure he was gaping. Boyfriend? The Devil had a boyfriend? "And if that wasn't enough, you go on about the Apocalypse, saying that my boyfriend has a hand in it. So, please, could someone tell me what is going on before I decide to see how quickly this blade can kill whatever you turn out to be?"

Everyone was still frozen in place.

Dean sighed and took a step forward, ignoring Sam when his brother tried to pull him back.

"Listen man, the guy over there: he's Lucifer. The Devil. Evil Incarnate. Whatever you want to call him. He's out of his cage, meaning he's going to start the Apocalypse. I don't know why he's with you. He's probably just playing you."

There was a ferocious growl, then there was a shiny weapon against his throat.

"Watch your mouth, Dean Winchester," the Devil snarled, the shadow of six gigantic wings spreading behind the tall blond. "I may have postponed the Apocalypse, that doesn't mean, however. that I will stop myself from ripping that tongue out of your mouth. Do not even think about it," Lucifer hissed without turning around, though he glanced from the corner of his eyes to a demon that was making its way towards the child.

The demon instantly froze on the spot, just in time to have a sword ran through him.

Dean didn't know who was more surprised out of everyone present when black goo started oozing from the demon's mouth, forming a puddle of demon goo. The British man pulled the sword from the body, and it fell over. The man was looking at the puddle of goo in disgust, before he pointed his twig at it, a green light hitting the goo and dissolving it into nothingness.

The Devil chuckled, and Dean felt a shiver run down his spin.

"It looks like you can kill demons, little one." Lucifer sounded so very pleased. "I wonder if it will work on angels."

The man walked over the body, not even glancing at Lucifer, and picked the child up.

"Take us home." The man threw at frosty glare at the Devil and in the blink of an eye Lucifer was beside father and son, another blink and they were gone.

Before Dean could even do anything at all there was a flutter of wings, and both siblings found themselves in the Impala.

They sat in silence for several seconds, both brothers far too lost in their own thoughts, trying to make sense out of what they had seen. When they had managed to get their thoughts in seemingly working order Dean voiced what was running through both brother's heads.

"We're so fucked."

A.N.: Hey all :) I hope you enjoyed this. Next chapter things start to happen, and Gabriel will finally make his appearance ;D

Thank you all for reading :) I hope you continue to enjoy this. It will have slightly darker parts, though there will still be fluff. Harry is a little darker in this, it will be explained why. He's not dark, but he did go through a war, and he still isn't over it. So his actions may seem a little extreme, but for him they aren't. His priority is keeping Teddy safe, he'll do anything he can do achieve that. Though that isn't the only reason why he had no problem killing the demon. That will also be addressed in the next chapter.

Until next chapter :)

Oh, I recommend you all go read The Wishmaster by lokilette. It's a great read :D