AN: Once again, thanks for the reviews and followers.


Lucifer started Michael off by telling him the talk that had gone between him and their dad. However, he left out anything about him liking Michael. One step at a time. He'd explain what was hopefully not one way love to Michael later.

Then, having to be careful about how he was wording this, told Michael of the dreams. He didn't go into details about them, just that there had been a crack in his memories that needed healing and that Chuck had helped with that.

Michael listened and after Lucifer had finished stayed silent for what Lucifer considered to long. Then he hit him upside the head.

"Ow! What was that for?" asked Lucifer as he rubbed his cheek.

"You should've told me! Don't get me wrong; I'm glad you're talking to dad again. But I shouldn't have been left in the dark! You really scared me Lucifer. I didn't know what was wrong with you and there was nothing I could do," Michael replied.

Lucifer looked down, sorry for making his brother worry, but when he looked up he couldn't help the surprise pass over his face. "Michael please . . . please don't cry—"

And then before he could finish Michael had enveloped him in a hug, fingers gripping his shirt as hot tears fell. "Don't ever suffer alone Lucifer. You don't have to suffer alone ever again."

"I thank you for that," replied Lucifer, still honestly surprised, "but you shouldn't be crying! I'm alright now."

"Maybe so but you scared me Luci. You're my little brother and now that I have you, I don't want to lose you."

Lucifer bit his bottom lip as he wondered if this was a good idea to tell now. No, he needed to speak his mind at this moment or else he'd never get the courage again. He was already deathly afraid at the moment.

"Michael," Lucifer said softly, "there's one last thing I need to tell you."

Michael pulled up, wiping away his tears and smiled as he said, "It better be good news or I'll hit you again."

"Well . . . I mean it could be considered good . . ."

"Lucifer," Michael murmured.

"Sorry, right. Anyway it's just that I need to tell you something important." Why did this have to be so hard? "Just promise me you won't laugh or freak out of anything like that. Let me say all I have to say before you either agree or disagree."

"Alright," Michael said, waiting for Lucifer to continue.

"Well you know I love you—"

"I thought we—"

"Michael."

"Sorry. You were saying?"

"I was saying," said Lucifer, "that I love you. But . . . what if I loved you in a different way? What if—"

"I don't understand."

Yeah, you defiantly don't understand the meaning of let me finish first, thought Lucifer but he didn't point it out. Instead he continued and said, "What would you do? If I said I—no, there is no if. I am saying it. I love you Michael. I've always loved you and you're certainly the most important thing in my world."

"Lucifer I don't under—"

"Then maybe this will clear your head."

Lucifer leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Though he didn't go any further, he didn't move either.

"Um, Lucifer . . . what was that?" asked Michael and Lucifer could hear the tremor of uncertainty in his voice.

Lucifer's chest beat frantically but he forced himself to calm down. One of them freaking out was enough as is. "It was a kiss Michael. Surely you've had one before."

Michael quickly shook his head, his cheeks steadily growing redder by the minute.

"Well here's your second kiss," and Lucifer gave him another soft kiss. "And your third and your fourth."

Michael still didn't react.

"Please . . . say something, do something," Lucifer finally said when there wasn't a reaction.

"What does one . . . really do in a situation like this?"

Lucifer resisted the urge to sigh, staying where he was. "Well it depends. I first have to ask if you're revolted by this. Are you?" Lucifer slightly dreaded the answer.

"I . . . no I wouldn't say I was . . . revolted," Michael finally got out. "What do you do if you're not revolted?"

"Well normally the other person kisses back," replied Lucifer.

Michael leaned forward as Lucifer's heart seemed to beat even faster which honestly didn't seem possible. Michael was only centimeters away and if he had wanted to, Lucifer could've captured him then and there. But he didn't. He waited for Michael to make the move.

But Michael didn't move forward, he moved back and Lucifer felt like his heart had sunk through the floor. However, he was surprised when instead Michael said, "I really can be to much of a coward sometimes."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning I'm to afraid to make a move so kiss me. Please, kiss me again."

Well this was different, thought Lucifer. The way Michael looked right now, flushed, innocent, ready to let Lucifer make a move again . . . the younger just wanted to take him now. But he didn't. Instead, he leaned forward and gave him another soft kiss, this one lasting longer. He allowed his hand to cup the back of Michael's hand, holding him still. He let go for a bit and then kissed him again.

Michael at first was pretty stiff but he eventually eased up a bit, moving with Lucifer's lips. Finally, Lucifer pulled away, a small smile on his face. They hadn't even been kissing that long but Michael's face was even more flushed.

"I . . . think, I like kissing," Michael said, sounding very much like a fourteen year old boy who'd just had his first kiss.

Well, he wasn't fourteen but that had been his first kiss. "Are you alright with this then? Me being your brother and all?" asked Lucifer quietly, waiting for a reply.

"I-yes I think I am," Michael admitted with a huge sigh. "But what . . . what about father?" And here came the heated panic attack that Lucifer had been expecting from the beginning. "What would he say? What will he say!? What if—"

"He's already told me he doesn't mind."

Michael was clearly shocked. "Wait, he said that? You mean he actually said that!"

"Yes," said Lucifer simply. "He actually told me that he'd known that I loved you for practically forever."

"You've loved me for that long?"

"Yes," replied Lucifer, his voice strong and sure. "Even after the fall I loved you. I was just to stubborn to do anything about it."

"Lucifer?"

"Yeah Michael?"

"I think . . . I think I've loved you for a long time to."

The smile that showed on Lucifer's face was the brightest of any angel's ever.


For the first time, Chuck completely stopped watching over Lucifer and Michael. He felt that they probably needed some time alone. Truthfully though, he had probably felt just as relieved as Lucifer when Michael hadn't pushed him away.

They both deserved a happy ending after everything.

Yes, God would wait for some time until they both came accustomed to this new turn of events. Maybe a few days, not anymore than a week defiantly. Until then, he hoped his boys had fun and enjoyed themselves.


Michael had finally made a move and had kissed Lucifer back, easing up more and more. They were still on the couch, legs slightly entangled as Lucifer rested his head on Michael's chest. He was happy, truly happy for the first time in so long. He'd remember this day forever.

They lay there for some time, both content with staying there when Michael asked, "Hey do you want to watch a movie?"

"A movie?" questioned Lucifer.

They had a TV but neither had really used it before. Michael liked reading his books and Lucifer usually would walk or simply sit in his room the music on though. "Yeah, I got you a few things that I thought might cheer you up because you were feeling bad. Excuse me for a moment," Michael then said, getting up to go grab.

Lucifer stayed where he was, curious at what Michael would end up bringing him.

Michael walked back, a small bag in his hand and sat down beside Lucifer. He took out two DVDs and a book. "I know you said none of the books I had interested you but I thought you might like this. It's called Hamlet. Well, the full name is the Tragedy of Hamlet the Prince of Denmark."

"Michael, are you trying to say something?" asked Lucifer with a playful smile.

"No! I simply thought you'd like it and it looked interesting. It's a play so it's not really like a book with all those boring details as you put it."

"They were boring details. Exactly what does the fact that a couch is red or that a character has two pairs of black shoes and only one pair of flip flops help story line go along? Hmm? Anyway, what else did you get?"

"Well this movie is a comedy, Hot Fuzz, and this one is a science fiction/action film called I, Robot. What do you think?"

Lucifer looked at both, cocking his head to the side. "Let's watch both?"

"Really?"

"Yes really. I don't know if I want comedy or something that'll keep me on the edge of my seat so we're watching both. Besides, they both look good too," Lucifer replied.

Michael rolled his eyes but set everything up and put in Hot Fuzz first. Lucifer loved the film from the moment it first began. Michael, having a smaller knowledge range of humans and the way they were, was a bit confused at first but quickly found himself enjoying it.

Michael even shed a tear at the part when they had thought Danny had really killed Nicolas.

Before they went and watched the next one though, Michael and Lucifer got a quick dinner ready. It was simple, only chopping up some fruit and making a sandwich and then they were both back on the couch. At first, Michael was unsure but he eventually put his arm around Lucifer's shoulder.

Immediately, Lucifer curled in, leaning against Michael and completely comfortable with the position.

They both enjoyed this new movie just as much as the last one, just for different reasons. Lucifer started yelling at the screen when he thought Sonny had been killed off and yelled some more when it was hinted at that Sonny might be bad. Needless to say, the robot was Lucifer's favorite character and Michael found it cute how riled up his brother got over the fictional character.

After the movie was over and the dishes were put up, Michael moved to go to his own room and was surprised when Lucifer followed. "Oh do you want something—"

"I just want to sleep by you tonight silly. It's lonely being the only one sometimes," replied Lucifer. He was already in his sleep wear and immediately jumped onto Michael's bed.

"Um . . . Lucifer?"

"Yes?"

"I need to change."

"Your point?"

Michael grumbled something that Lucifer couldn't quite catch and then said louder, "I'm changing in the bathroom."

Lucifer couldn't help the smirk that grew on his face. Michael was soon back and then eased into bed. Lucifer wrapped his hands around him, letting his cheek rest against his chest again. He liked this position. It was comfortable and Michael seemed to smile all the more.