(Racquetball likes to eat Cheese. Cheese is not as thrilled.)

So warm...

Something shifted against his back, getting closer even though it felt like they couldn't technically do that. Then it nuzzled against his neck and pressed a soft kiss there, making Michael's eyes jerk open. He could see that he was in Church's room right away considering the nightstand with his alarm clock was only a few inches from his nose... but there was also the smell.

His smell. It was everywhere, surrounding him like the blanket snug around his shoulders.

Oh, right. I fell asleep in his bed.

Without really thinking any further into his situation, Michael sat up... or at least tried to. A firm arm around his chest stopped him with ease, making him flop his head back down onto the soft pillow. He knew now that Church was definitely behind him, holding him. He also began remembering last night, too, and that string of thoughts had his heart sinking into his stomach.

"Let me go," he rasped out, suddenly feeling exhausted all over again. He didn't want him snuggling him after sleeping with someone else last night.

"No."

Church's reply made him tense up. He better not be thinking that just because I was in his bed when he got home, that I want to screw him after what he'd done. He'd fell asleep by mistake there, then when he'd woken he'd felt like crap, then passed out again.

"Let me go. Now, Church."

Michael let his words end in a growl, warning him that he wasn't going to be playing any games.

"No, it hurts," he replied, making his eyebrows furrow in confusion. After a bit of maneuvering, Michael managed to roll himself over so that they were chest to chest. He silently noted that Church was lacking a shirt, but pushed that to the back of his mind when their eyes met.

"What?" Michael asked, his voice barely a whisper in the quiet room. Church seemed to fidget against him for a moment but he could tell that he was actually thinking through what he was wanting to say before he said it. 

Surprisingly.

"I... It hurt. I did something really stupid last night. I th—"

Michael knew what he was going to say before he cut himself off.

I think.

Biting back his reply to that, since Church had managed to not actually say what he didn't want to hear, Michael sighed out a stressed breath and licked his dry lips. He had glanced down to try and calm his mind, but when he looked back up, he could see exactly what Church had planned in his eyes, not a moment before he leaned in to try and kiss him.

Not gonna happen, buddy.

Michael bit his nose, just hard enough to make him yelp a growl of surprise and stop trying to kiss him.

"What was that for?" he questioned, reaching up from beneath the blanket to rub his nose. It didn't really help Michael's resolve that Church's hand skimmed along his thigh, then up to his torso and shoulder before finally getting to his nose.

"I'm not kissing you, Church."

His lips turned into a frustrated frown before he suddenly pulled Michael against his chest again and nibbled at his neck.

"I can make you kiss me..." he grumbled with his normal cocky attitude. Michael honestly expected him to try and do just that, but then he was suddenly wincing and curling up against him, his breath coming in pants.

"Wh-What the hell... is wrong?"

When Church started shaking Michael sat up quickly, shoving the blanket back so that he could get a look at him. All Church did when he removed the blanket was curl up tighter, so Michael shoved him onto his back after a few failed attempts, then ran his hands over his torso to try and get a response. When Church didn't do anything Michael moved his hands up higher, only getting a response when his palm pressed over Church's heart.

How cliché.

Shaking his head, Michael leaned over and pressed his lips against Church's while leaving his palm over his heart. They stayed that way until he felt the demon's body relax again. When he finally pulled away Michael could see the stress in Church's eyes along with a good amount of weariness.

"Church?"

He looked uneasy, but what he did next was pretty damn shocking.

"Are you... crying?"

He immediately shifted to his demon form, trying to dig under the thick blanket but only managing to get his front half beneath it because of his size.

"Awwww, who's an embarrassed demon?" Michael cooed, knowing that he deserved to get a claw to the face for mocking him when he was in his more-dangerous form, but not caring. This time, however, he had a feeling he wasn't going to get aggressive. In fact...

"Come here, you."

His demon peaked out from under the blanket, though its backside was still visible along with its over-long back legs. When he didn't move Michael patted his leg, then opened his arms. After another moment of hesitation the demon scrambled into his lap, then rolled over.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Rolling his eyes, Michael grinned down at it and began rubbing its belly. It was a pretty humorous sight considering that his belly stretched over both sides of Michael's legs as he sat Indian-style.

"I think I like you more than your human version. You should just stay out from now on."

It gave a quiet bellow of contentment, but right as Michael got into giving him attention he suddenly shifted back to its human form... and that's when he noticed that it hadn't been wearing any boxers, either. His face heated up looking down at a very naked Church in his lap... and judging from the smirk on his face he could easily tell, even in the dark room. Michael thought he was going to poke fun at him, but after a minute of staring at each other Church got up and out of bed, slipped on some boxers and headed for the door.

"Hanna's awake," was the only thing he said before stepping out and into the hallway.

He had no idea what he had just been doing. One second he was trying to figure out what was going through his mind and the next his demon was in control and sucking up to the priest!

Michael, his mind reminded him as he sauntered into Hanna's room. The boy was rubbing at his eyes, silently telling him that he was trying to erase the evidence of a nightmare. Instead of just telling him to go the bathroom to get ready to go to the office, since he'd already missed so many days of work, Church carried him into it himself and got the water running in the tub. 

Michael came up behind him after the water began filling the bathtub. He noticed when he turned around on his knees to help Hanna with taking off his clothing, that Michael had already done it and was now staring down at Church with a raised eyebrow. 

"What are you looking at, priest?" he grumbled as he lifted Hanna into the tub. Michael appeared beside him and grabbed a wash cloth, lathering it up with soap before replying.

"I think we can both understand that I'm no longer a priest."

Church smirked at that and licked his lips, earning a nudge to his side before Michael leaned over and began washing Hanna. The guy was much gentler than he normally was and was taking a lot longer, but Hanna seemed to be really enjoying his bath for once.

He must have been zoning out, because suddenly there was a wash cloth slapping against the side of his face.

Michael burst into laughter as Church stared at him in utter shock.

He did not just smack me with a dirty wash cloth!

When Church sent Michael a glare, he suddenly stopped laughing and jumped to his feet to run.

Not fast enough, you naughty priest!

Church grabbed him around the waist and promptly lifted him over his head and then dropped him right into the hot bath, clothes and all.

Michael yelped splashed around in the water before managing to get his balance on the slippery bottom. He was glaring at him a second later, but Church just couldn't help snickering at the fact that he looked like a soggy do—

Why does my leg feel wet all of a sudden?

Looking over his shoulder, Church's eyes widened when they fell upon Max... who had a leg just setting back down on the floor.

"Oh you little shit!"

He was just about to skin the blasphemous cotton ball when arms suddenly hooked beneath his own and yanked him backwards... into the tub. It took him a minute to move around enough to be comfortable but not squish Hanna. There was honestly almost no room, so he just decided to sit in Michael's lap, whether he wanted him to or not. He thought that he could just get Hanna washed now that everyone was in the tub, but of course there had to be a certain cotton ball crashing the party as it flopped into the water with a grunt, face-first.

"Your fuzzy backside is gonna clog the drain," Church said, glaring at the puppy that he swore grew ten pounds overnight.

"Mats!"

The sudden shout had him looking over just in time to see Hanna snuggling with the puppy, a stupid smile on his face.

"I swear I pick up doofus, after idiot, after dork," Church grumbled, shaking his head as he felt arms slowly wrap around his waist.