Michael was older, stronger, and he knew every move Lucifer could use because he taught all of them to him. They always ended up here, with Lucifer flat on his back, arms and wings pinned.
"Give up." Lucifer wriggled underneath him. Michael chuckled.
"Never." But despite his struggling, Lucifer couldn't break himself free. Eventually, he stopped, out of energy. Michael leaned forward, pressing butterfly kisses down his forehead to the tip of his nose.
"You did well." Lucifer beamed at his praise, preening with pride. "One more time?"
"I'll win," Lucifer declared as Michael let him up.
He never did.