A whole multiverse of other worlds out there. Countless possibilities. Every story God ever cooked up.

Lucifer would be content with finding just one other one where he lived.

It doesn't feel like it should be such a big ask. How many worlds does Michael make it to the end? Or the Winchesters, both of them? Or even Raphael or Gabriel? And Lucifer spends a little time in each one only to hear about how he was tossed aside. To be honest, he's getting a little desperate. More worlds, more searching, and it's rough on his grace the further he goes. He knows he's going to have to rest at some point, but he pushes himself until finally, he collapses in a random universe.

At least it's warm here. Comfortable, too. Lucifer's landed in a soft bed of leaves and moss, big enough for him to stretch out and spread his wings over himself like a makeshift blanket. He'll rest his eyes, let his grace recharge, and he can keep going.

Even if it'll only mean more disappointment.

He's not sure how long it's been when he hears rustling nearby, a steady sweeping sound. He rouses himself, bracing for whatever is coming.

And then it's there. The eyes that stare back at him are his own.

The intruder narrows those eyes. Lucifer is too busy taking in the rest of him to notice. The upper half of his body is human, mostly, though his tongue flickers out forked and scales decorate his cheeks. The bottom half of his body is all snake, pure, powerful muscle to move him through the forest.

"Dad has a sense of humor," Lucifer thinks aloud. The other him hisses.

"You're in my nest," he says. "What are you?" He looks Lucifer up and down. "Shapeshifter?"

"Angel," Lucifer says. "If you even have angels here." From the blank expression on his double's face, he thinks they may not. The snake's gaze drifts over Lucifer's wings. This wouldn't alarm him, normally, but he's looking too closely. Like he can actually see them.

"Little bird," the snake murmurs, "your feathers are all messy."

Lucifer takes offense. He's comparable to whole countries in size. His wings flap, and the snake seems enchanted with them, watching closely.

Lucifer's feathers would match the shade of his scales, if not for the wear and tear of his stint in Hell.

"I've been traveling for a long time." He stands. The snake comes closer. Without asking, he lays a hand on Lucifer's wing. The contact makes Lucifer flinch. No one has touched them in a very long time, and even longer with any sort of kindness behind their intent.

"Looking for what, pretty bird?" That makes Lucifer pause. The way the other him says it, so soft and affectionate, almost adoring. He's heard himself use that voice so rarely. It feels… really nice to be on the other end of it.

"For you," Lucifer says. "For us," he corrects a moment later, "any other version of us."

"You found me," the snake says. His hand drifts back into Lucifer's wing, and this time, Lucifer lets him touch. It's obvious the other him has no real knowledge of wing grooming, but the gentle petting feels good nonetheless.

"And only you," Lucifer says. There might be more. He can keep searching.

"I'm enough." Oh, the pride is familiar enough that Lucifer smiles. He turns to look directly at the snake, and…

And he's not sure…

The other him moves closer, hypnotic gaze fixing Lucifer to the spot. His grace is strong enough again that he can recognize this for what it is, a spell being cast that he could fight and escape if he really wanted to.

But…

His wing is still being pet. There's a gentle hand cupping his cheek, too, making sure he's meeting the eyes of his mirror. "Stay here, pretty bird." The voice strengthens the pull of the spell. It doesn't feel dangerous. "No one ever takes care of you, do they?"

Lucifer's wings shiver, feathers rustling.

He is so tired of searching.

Lucifer lets the spell overtake him. It feels twice as good that way, lazy joy spreading through his limbs. His grace is subdued without his will behind it pushing to fight.

"There you go," his counterpart says. "Relax." It's so easy to let the spell in further, let it put all of Lucifer's paranoia and hurt to rest. He only has to feel good here. "What am I going to do with you? A temptation already in my nest…" The nest is so comfortable. Lucifer sits again, looking up only to watch the snake's eyes, otherwise his head would feel too heavy to lift like the rest of his limbs. Even his wings have splayed open and vulnerable at his sides. He gets more petting as a reward, his wings stroked all over with curious hands. He can't help but moan at the touch.

"Do you want something, pretty bird?" Lucifer nods. He wants. "If you get rid of your clothes, I can touch the rest of you." Lucifer does. A snap of grace and he's naked. The snake laughs, dragging sibilants. "Useful trick."

Lucifer is open to his touches now, first the exploration of their near identical torsos, forked tongue flicking over Lucifer's nipple, and then lower. Lucifer's wings flap heavily. He's not expecting the mouth the closes over his hard cock. He throws his head back. It bumps into the snake's tail. When did that loop around his back? His cock slides deeper into his double's mouth, and he forgets all about the coils surrounding him.

He doesn't even have to thrust in. He's being taken care of, in every way, and the snake finds exactly how to make him feel good. There's a constant massage of tongue against the head of his cock. Sloppy, deep suction that leaves Lucifer floating away into ecstatic heat. He's not even aware his orgasm is building up until it happens. His body tensed and jerks. His spills into his double's mouth and feels him swallow around his cock.

And afterwards, he collapses. His head is spinning, pleasure and exhaustion mixing in the best way.

"I don't think you want to leave anytime soon." Lucifer nods, agreeing without a thought in his head. This is exactly what he needed, where he should be. "Let me make sure of that." Lucifer tilts his head. He should have a question about that, but no words come to mind. He feels as his thighs are pushed up, spread, and his double's mouth slides down his cock, over his balls, to his hole. Barely recovered from his first orgasm, Lucifer's newly assaulted with the pleasure of the snake's tongue working its way inside his ass.

It's thicker than a human tongue and flexible. The snake pushes it in deep, licking along nerves that make Lucifer's legs shake. When a finger joins his tongue, it should hurt, too soon to squeeze it in, but Lucifer is so relaxed that it feels like nothing at all. He can't tell what reaches deeper, the tongue or the finger, but both of them hone in on his prostate when they find it. (It's obvious, from the way Lucifer writhes just from brushing against it.)

One finger becomes two, two becomes three, three becomes four, and Lucifer doesn't feel any pain from them. Only pleasure and a growing fullness. He wants more.

The snake's cocks hang out, slipped from the slit where his crotch would be if he were more human-shaped. Lucifer looks at them and hungers. They could fill him up so well.

But the snake takes his time. He stretches Lucifer's hole until Lucifer is begging for it without words, squirming and whining.

Lucifer isn't very helpful when his counterpart wants to move him around. He flops, his wings only more dead weight, but there's no complaints as the snake lays him over his tail, ass up, cock rubbing against the cool scales. He's praised instead, told he's pretty and perfect. Even as the snake lines up one of his cocks to Lucifer's hole, the thick tip ready to plunge into him, he spares a few moments to focus on Lucifer's wings again. The delicate touches are almost teasing.

The snake fucks Lucifer like his whole body was made for it. He covers Lucifer, back to chest, pressing him into the coil below him. The muscles beneath the scaly exterior move and flex with each thrust, extra friction for Lucifer's cock. The second cock only adds to the sensation, sliding under to frot against Lucifer as its brother sinks into him. The first few thrusts are as gentle as every other touch, but, it gets rougher, faster, and Lucifer's an angel. He can take that and worse and still only feel pleasure. His double begins to realize this. Lucifer gets fucked harder, losing his mind as his hole is pummeled from one side and his cock is massaged from another. The only thing missing is something for his mouth to do beyond moaning loud enough to scare anything else in the forest away.

He comes fast, spurting over the pure white scales below him. His double pulls him back onto his cock with each thrust, driving in as deep as he can.

Lucifer just has to take it when he dumps his load inside.

As though he's complaining.

He hangs limply over the coil the snake laid him on. His stomach feels wet, covered in his own come and his double's, smearing it over the scales beneath him. The snake hasn't pulled out yet, plugging all his come deep inside Lucifer. Lucifer wonders for a moment if that will do anything. The thought flits across his mind, a little brother or sister for Jack?, before he's being tugged back again and it vanishes. He flaps his wings in protest. He was comfy!

"You aren't going anywhere," the snake repeats. Lucifer gives in. With whom could he be safer with than himself? He's hauled back, turned around (an ordeal with his wings, though the other him handles them with care), and laid against the snake's chest. He's loose now, so when he's pushed back down onto his double's cocks, he takes both of them with only one sharp exhale. He's kept close, warming them for whenever he decides to use Lucifer again. (And if he does, that hypothetical second kid might not be so hypothetical anymore. It's… not a bad thought. Lucifer returning to where he came from knowing there is someone out in the multiverse like him, someone alive and happy and willing to let him drop by for a while, and with a nephil growing inside him, all his own. This couldn't have gone better, really.)

For now, he rests. He's completely and utterly content.