HK: Another little snippet of Mikifer! A bit darker than usual, but hey. Too tired to come up with something clever. (dies)

Disclaimer: I wish I could make money from these fics. Just saying.

WARNINGS! Fluff

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There weren't many reasons for Michael or Lucifer to leave their little house in Hell. Michael was understandably concerned that Lucifer seemed to be doing the best he could to get him out. Still, checking the walls of the Pit for anything that would set them free was a legitimate reason, so Michael set out to test the boundaries.

It wasn't a particularly difficult chore, which unfortunately left him plenty of time to think.

Perhaps Lucifer had grown bored of him. They hadn't fought since they arrived in Hell, but it could be that Lucifer was tired of seeing his face, having so many topics that were "unsafe" to talk about.

His trepidation mounted as the house came into sight.

Every window was dark. For a moment irrational panic gripped him. Lucifer was gone. He had left him. Again. It was heart wrenching, and he had to force himself to keep going.

Michael didn't think he could stand to walk into the house he had shared with Lucifer, where he had found his brother again, where they had rekindled the love that had bound them so tightly, and see it cold and empty. His hand shook a little as he reached out to open the door.

A huge wave of relief washed over him as faint strains of music reached his ears. Lucifer was still there. He hadn't lost his brother again. Following the soft music lead him through to the kitchen, where there was a gentle flicker of candlelight.

Lucifer was standing beside the small table, which held two candlesticks, place settings for both of them and a slender vase with... A live rose. How had Lucifer managed to make something alive here? It took Michael's breath away and he stared at the flower, transfixed. Lucifer hurried over to put a hand on Michael's shoulder, worry in his eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asked, searching Michael's expression. He was near desperate for approval, and when Michael finally smiled it was like the weight of the world came off his shoulders. The older angel blinked tears out of his eyes, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Lucifer's hand before folding it in his own.

"Of course... More than alright. How did you do all of this?" He let the wonder in his voice show as he gestured around, at the music, the table... The rose. Lucifer shrugged, his entire face lighting up.

"Does it matter love? I did it for you. I would do anything for you," he admitted softly. Lucifer gently removed his hand from Michael's grasp and rearranged them until one of Michael's hands was on his shoulder and he held the other one tight a short distance from their bodies.

The hand that wasn't wrapped in Michael's moved slowly over the older angel's hip to rest in the small of his back, drawing them together from chest to hips. Slowly he began to sway to the music and Michael blinked back tears, nuzzling into Lucifer's neck.

He couldn't stop smiling as they slow danced around the kitchen, just like he couldn't stop the tears. They were a mixture of relief at not being alone again and the warm joy he felt. He knew that warmth was Lucifer's love and grace, filling him until he was ready to burst from the emotions. Lucifer was only ever warm for him.

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