A/N: Thank you all for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and alerting! Brotherly drama ahead.
"Sir?"
Lucifer looked up at the new bartender, Drew, and arched a brow. "We've talked about this."
"I know but there's a woman on the phone and she sounds pretty upset, she was asking for you."
Grumbling Lucifer removed himself from the couch and made his way through the dancing bodies and behind the bar before grabbing the phone. "What Detective?" he growled irritatedly. He had been trying to bury all these emotions that had come from seemingly nowhere and get back to his normal apathetic self, which was difficult with her calling and trying to talk to him every single night. Since when was she so needy?
Her voice was hysterical, sobs between every word and he felt fear race down his spine. There was no way to tell what she was trying to say and when he asked her to calm down it only made it worse. "I'll be there soon."
Bursting in the door with no idea what was wrong or happening he scanned the surroundings for anything amiss and made his way upstairs where the anguished cries could be heard. Pushing open the bedroom door he stared at the woman in an oversized t-shirt hugging a pillow and crying into it. Quickly moving towards her he touched her shoulder and gathered her into his lap when she clung to him tightly. "You must calm down. Tell me what's wrong, are you all right?" he asked firmly. "Is the baby all right?" he asked, not understanding the waiver in his voice. She didn't answer but did nod against him and he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know where it came from but it was almost instinctual to begin to rock her back and forth, fingers gently running over her smooth legs. They stayed like that for a while, her head chucked under his chin, the cries eventually dying down and leaving small shuddering breaths and hiccups behind.
"What happened darling?"
"Dan came over."
Thank goodness she wasn't looking because he couldn't stop his eyes from blazing red. "What did the douche say? I need to know so I can carve it into his gravestone."
She sniffled. "That he doesn't understand why we can't work everything out and be a family again. He said I'm the one that's standing in the way of all of us being happy." Grasping his shirt tighter in her fists she sucked in shaky breath. "What's going to happen when I tell him I'm pregnant and it's yours? He hates you. What if he tries to take Trix away from me? What if he tried to go after you?"
"Don't let the douche upset you, he's hardly worth it and you're thinking of scenarios that will never happen. Now come on, lie down and get some sleep. It's late." Shifting he moved her to the bed and pulled the blanket up, clicking off the lamp but leaving the television on.
"Please don't leave me alone," she whimpered.
"I don't-" he tried but instead just sighed. Kicking off his shoes he moved closer but paused when she gagged.
"You smell like cigarettes, I was too stuffed up to notice before."
She looked so pathetic lying in the large bed all alone with tear tracks on her face and eyes swollen and red. With another sigh he began to unbutton his shirt and slide off his pants, tossing them in the hallway to not upset her sensitive nose. "Better?" he asked, only dressed in boxers, but she shook her head.
"Your hair."
After staring at the wall for a moment debating whether this was worth the trouble he walked to the attached bath and washed his hair in the sink, towel dried it, and returned. Holding out his arms he again asked, "Better?"
She let her eyes slide over his long legs and narrow hips, flat stomach and sharp shoulders before finally looking at his expectant face and damp locks. "Yes."
Pulling the sheets back he moved under them on the far side and wondered what exactly he was supposed to do here. Was just his presence wanted, or did she want to be touched? A sniffle pushed him to scoot closer and pull her to him, his arm around her waist and hand over her still flat but fuller stomach. Leaning over her for a moment he grabbed the remote and turned off the tv before settling in for the night.
"Goodnight Lucifer."
"Goodnight Detective."
Lucifer was awoken by the sound of retching and frowned at his unfamiliar surroundings before remembering where he was and who he was with. Unable to ignore the sounds of her suffering he rose and stretched before walking in just as she sat down on the floor against the tub and groaned. Not quite sure how to help he slid down the wall opposite her and ran his hands over his face and through his hair, yawning and looking at her blearily. "You're like the 'I only drink once a year' friend no one wants to bring along."
She smiled weakly. "I really can't complain, this has only happened a couple times. I just need to get this taste out of my mouth."
He hummed in response and let his head rest against the wall, eyes closing. "That's what she said."
"You're so gross."
He pried his eyes open. "As you've said. Can I assist you with anything?"
"Not really," she groaned and pushed herself to her feet, walking over to the sink and brushing her teeth.
He followed suit but walked from the bathroom and out to the hall to grab his clothes. "I'm heading back to Lux then," he shouted as he dressed, afraid to step any closer for fear of making her sick again. It didn't feel right to leave her but it was too confusing being here, one moment she was yelling at him and the next she was wanting to have sex. Emotions weren't his forte, or attachments really, but something was happening every time he held her and got to kiss her and he knew he wanted to feel it more but the painful things filling him when she rejected him made him weary.
Dressed in wrinkled pants and a half unbuttoned shirt he made his way down the stairs and to the door, turning at the last moment and starting her coffee pot. Chloe liked her coffee in the morning. Decaf he had read so useless sludge it was.
Walking into Lux only a short time later he made his way into his penthouse and after stripping lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. He was drained in more ways than one. The sheets shifted and he blindly reached out and pulled a body closer to him, wrapping his arms around it and yawning. "Why is everything so hard Mazie?"
The demon smirked, "I thought you liked it hard."
"Ha ha, you know what I mean," he mumbled into her shoulder.
"I do and I don't know. It seems everything with you is hard."
He grinned, "Damn straight."
She laid awake and fully dressed under the covers, keeping a watch over the Devil wrapped around her sleeping peacefully. A child was never in the design, never even a possibility yet here it was and though she was unsure about how it would work she was almost excited. The person she obsessed the most about would have an heir. It would be disgusting and needy for some years but that was only for a drop in the bucket of time for an immortal such as herself, then after that phase it would be another Lucifer. Let the fun begin.
Her brows drew together in thought. Would it be immortal or mortal, male or female, all powerful or human? Would Lucifer's family try to take it? She'd die before that happened. The offspring was a piece of the fallen angel she had taken an oath to, she would protect is as she did him which meant for the time being Chloe Decker was under her watch. The brood was growing and stretching her thinly, she may have to see if she could get another demon up here.
With a small sigh Lucifer cuddled closer and Maze held him tighter; giving him the peace of mind he needed to properly rest. She wasn't blind to Lucifer's changing habits and how he seemed to be gravitating more towards the human woman and the only thing that truly bothered her was that this woman didn't even appreciate who was showering her with affections. To be under Lucifer's care was an honor, one that had been bestowed upon herself for a good chunk of time, and this mere mortal was pushing him away while carrying what was his. It was wrong.
"Brother."
Lucifer sighed and looked over at his brother walking towards him, wings retracting behind his wide back. "What?" he griped, continuing on his way to the bar after his shower, fiddling with his cufflinks and white pressed shirt.
"I see the human isn't here," Amenadiel prodded as he fully entered the space.
Taking a swig of his drink he slipped on his jacket. "No she's not, what's it to you?"
The angel chuckled at his defensiveness. "She doesn't want to be with you does she? The all mighty Lucifer, rejected by the human that's bearing your child. That must hurt. Did she finally see what you really are?"
Lucifer's eyes sparkled with malice. "What's that, Dad's favorite? Oh yes, how's Hell? I remember it being quite warm this time of year."
"I will send you back myself," Amenadiel growled and crossed the room, coming to stand in front of Lucifer.
Smirking he set down his glass and stared into his brother's eyes. "I dare you."
Lucifer blocked the first punch but the second made him see stars. They scuffled, much like they had for millennia, both unwilling to let the other win no matter what the fight was about. The Devil was strong and agile, able to get in more hits in quick succession, but Amenadiel was older and much more of a heavy hitter so when he did finally land a good hit Lucifer went down.
Rolling over and laughing, blood staining his teeth, Lucifer pulled himself back to his feet. "Is that it? Finish it you feathered prick! Send me back to Hell! We both know I'll just crawl right back out."
The angel did know because his little brother was a lot of things and persistent was at the very top of the list, closely followed by overly curious, dickish, and spoiled. He had always been the favored son, even after he fell because of pride and wrath, and their father had showered him with so much affection and opportunity that he now thought the universe owed him something. In other words he was a brat. A thought crossed his mind and he grinned. "I won't send you back, I'll even stop trying because once the child comes you'll beg me to take you back to Hell. You won't be able to stand the thought that everyone will shower that child with affections instead of you. You'll be second, to one of the things you despise most."
Walking to the patio and still laughing he spread his wings. "And that's only if it comes out human. Imagine what your precious mortal will think when she realizes she's given birth to the anti-christ."
"That's not a real thing," he shouted towards the sky, fists clenched. "You're a liar, that's why dad loved me more! You're the real prince of lies!"
He hadn't expected him to come back, and especially not at full speed.
No words were spoken this time as Amenadiel just began to pummel Lucifer, the lithe man getting in quite a few of his own good hits. There was always a line that they were careful not to cross, the line that separated a brotherly scuffle from an actual knock down drag out. The line had been crossed exactly two times in their entire existence and this was starting to look like the third.
Amenadiel finally was able to grab the hissing, spitting, out of control man and jerked his arms behind his back before moving to the spa and shoving his head under the water. Lucifer began to thrash, legs kicking against the tile and bubbles breaking the surface of the water.
The Devil sucked in a harsh breath and laughed. "You'd kill your own brother? Good for you! Didn't think you had it in you."
"You just keep talking don't you?" the angel spat and shoved his head back under the water, longer this time. His brother's laugh was the most irritating sound in the world, filled with cockiness and conviction, and it seemed to bring out the worst in him. Jerking him upright once again he waiting for him to try to breathe and asked, "Are we done now?"
Lucifer's eyes burned brightly, anger and humiliation staining his cheeks. He tried to kick his brother but it didn't connect, the angel moving just in time. "Falling as I did brother? Don't worry, I've saved a special spot for you."
"Ok, one more time and I won't be going to Hell. That's where Dad sent you," Amenadiel smirked and shoved his head back in the water, holding it firmly until Lucifer's movements began to slow. A war cry met his ears and he turned to see Mazikeen charging towards him and with a gust of wind he spread his wings and left. His message had gotten across.
Maze jumped into the water and hastily pulled Lucifer's head up, it lolling to the side. She drug him out and onto the tile, unsure of exactly what to do. He was still, his face lax and water was pooled in his mouth. Knowing she needed to do something seeing as he was, as far as she could tell dead, she punched him in the chest. Thankfully that seemed to do the trick and he choked before rolling over and expelling all the water from his mouth and lungs. Sucking in deep breaths between coughs he slumped to the tile in exhaustion, lying in a puddle of chlorinated water and shame.
"How'd your brother beat you?" Maze wondered, sitting next to him and drenched from the chest down.
Lucifer coughed again. "He gets lucky every once in a while. I needed that, though I planned on winning."
"You deliberately pissed off your brother to make him attack you just to let out your frustrations?" she asked with an arched brow. "You could have just let me beat the shit out of you."
"I planned on winning Maze!"