HK: So apparently Mikifer is now the answer to my boredom. :P So you can expect a lot more of that later!

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Supernatural, not even my cracky little AU where Michael and Lucifer build a house in Hell. Sorry guys.

WARNINGS! Incest (only just noticed, sorry), fluff, apparently it's a little smutty. Who knew?

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Lucifer was perfectly happy to walk around naked. They were in the Pit, there were no witnesses, and clothes were such an inconvenience. Unfortunately Michael still had that irritating modesty that Lucifer couldn't help but find adorable, and he insisted they wear something.

Lucifer didn't want to start a fight, so instead he did his best to make as much of their clothing as dirty as possible so they had nothing to wear. Michael countered this obvious sabotage by creating a washing machine and dryer with a small smile on his face.

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Michael was filling the washer for the third time that day (Lucifer had managed to dump an entire pan of spaghetti sauce over them both, then promptly run upstairs to shake his shirt off on as much of their clothing as possible) when the door opened. He glanced up, giving Lucifer a smile.

"If you want to get them dirty again you'll have to wait about an hour for them to get out of the washer," he told his brother in a mock serious tone. Lucifer grinned back down at him, folding his arms and leaning against the door frame.

"Maybe I just like watching you on your knees?" The smile spread into the smutty as Michael blushed and rolled his eyes.

"I'm not on my knees, Luce." He tossed another sauce splattered shirt into the machine. Lucifer chuckled.

"Close enough babe. You're on about the right level..." the devil leered, giving his older brother a once over. Michael threw a sock at him and shut the machine, standing up to turn it on. The laundry room was small, barely big enough for both angels and the machines, but at least it smelled nice in there. Like clean laundry and dryer sheets.

Lucifer moved in behind him as he set it to go, wrapping his arms around his brother's waist. "You know I love you." Michael rolled his eyes again, turning in his brother's arms to kiss him gently.

"Then why are you constantly attacking my clothes?" He was trying to sound annoyed, but the smile on his face belied the tone. Lucifer smiled back, wrapping his arms around Michael a little tighter as he lifted him up and sat him on top of the washing machine.

It was just starting, and Michael jumped a little as the machine began to rumble under him. Lucifer laughed, leaning in to kiss him again.

"Maybe I love you too much to let this beautiful body be covered by clothes," he teased, tugging at Michael's shirt. Michael faked a put upon sigh, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside.

"Better?" he asked, only to have Lucifer descend on him and kiss him breathless. When they separated a few seconds later, still close enough that their noses were touching, the younger brother grinned at him.

"You're always perfect, Mike. Always."

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HK: Oh, the fluff. The fluffy, fluffy fluff. Maybe someday I'll get past first base with these two. XD Then again, maybe not.