Happy Birthday, Lucy!

I Love You

[LuciferXHades]

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A smile spread across Lucifer's face as he stared down at the birthday card he'd found on his desk with little scribbled misspelled words in pink crayon and stick figures scattered all over wearing geometric clothing. On the back of the card in masculine stern cursive was happy birthday, father, with love from the Versilles Clan.

He closed the card and sat it propped up against the photos of his son, his wife, and their children on the second shelf of photos in his room. He picked up the last card, a heavily decorated card with Celtic knot-work etched into the coarse parchment, and on the inside was printed happy birthday, man from Cerberus and his family. He placed the card on the next shelf beside the family portrait Cerberus and Blaine had commissioned shortly after the twins had been born.

He'd grown accustomed to receiving birthday cards from Hades's children now, and a deep paternal instinct swelled with pride over children that weren't even his. He'd grown incredibly close to the Sons of Hades, even Theo, who had been a difficult little child in the beginning. Theo, as his brothers liked to constantly tease him for, was the baby, despite having two younger brothers. Without openly admitting it, Theo was a daddy's boy through and through, and knowing that someone else now had Hades's attention drove Theo insane for the longest time until Lucifer had finally cornered Theo —not an easy feat considering the redheaded demon child liked to dodge him at every turn— and explained the situation and his feelings for Hades, which resulted in a childish "ew gross" and "fine whatever".

Now Theo had even sent him a birthday card... a card made of snakeskin with gold scales and when the card was tilted at just the right angle, some of the scales flickered green and read birthday or something. It was amusing, and quite creative, so Lucifer had added it to the shelves in his room.

Shelves overflowing with family photos, birthday cards, graduation certificates.

Hades had often taunted him for it, calling him a pack rat and a sentimental nutbag. However, Lucifer knew Hades was just keeping up his protective front and would never admit to have an entire desk drawer dedicated to silly collections from his children, including a crudely made doll with a missing arm that had belonged to Theo as a child.

Yes, it would seem Lucifer wasn't the only sentimental nutbag.

Lucifer smiled at the thought of his lover, who had yet to contact him today. He wasn't too surprised. The Greek god liked to pretend he forgot because he was too busy, but in actuality, Lucifer knew Hades spent all day thinking about it before making his move.

"Looks like you got a pretty gift from everyone, except your gross bed-mate." A voice said snidely. Lucifer sighed, raking a hand through his blonde hair before turning around to see St. John coiled up in his snake form on the bed, his head lifted to pin Lucifer with reddish-pink eyes that spoke lengths of his judgment directed toward Hades.

"Just knowing that he's thinking about me is enough." Lucifer replied calmly, but St. John snorted and Lucifer briefly wondered... how did a snake snort? The angel shook his head at the snake and turned back to the shelves to admire his collection and the newest additions.

"I hope you go out with him," St. John said, in a more dryly spoken grunt, "That way I get the palace to myself." Lucifer smiled at that, turning to look at him.

"You get most of the palace to yourself anyway. Why don't you wonder more?" He asked. St. John sniffed, sticking his nose in the air before vanishing. Lucifer chuckled at St. John's abrupt dismissal of his comment and turned to give the shelves on last longing gaze before his phone buzzed on the nearby nightstand. He picked the phone up and his heart skipped a beat at Hades's number on the screen. He'd desperately wanted a photo of his lover to appear instead, but getting the Greek god to hold still for a two second photo was like trying to bathe a cat. The four times Lucifer had managed to snap a photo of the god, Hades had "accidentally" knocked the phone into the toilet or thrown it over the balcony into the Black Sea. Or the time there was a "random spontaneous kitchen fire that swallowed only the phone".

Yes, Lucifer could definitely see where Theo got his personality from.

He picked the phone up and drew it to his ear.

"Hades." He greeted warmly.

"You sound oddly sensual," Came Hades's bored tone and Lucifer laughed quietly, turning to sit on the bed as Hades continued, "Anyway, I just got back from Olympus. I wanted to phone you before I went to bed." Lucifer tensed.

"Olympus?" He asked, his voice coming out a lot harsher than he intended. He couldn't help it. The mere name of the Greek realm infuriated him. For several long centuries, probably longer, Zeus would call upon Hades to come to Olympus with the excuse of holding important family meetings or reunions, but it turned out to always be a trap to ensnare Hades and force him to bend to Zeus's will. While those happenings had recently come to a screeching halt with Lucifer and Hades's relationship becoming public, Zeus still tended to try and drag Hades to Olympus.

"Oh, calm down," Hades snapped irritably, "Nothing happened. Just lots of yelling, something about a devastating earthquake in the human realm because of Poseidon. If anyone was getting fucked in the ass, it's Poseidon. The asshole wiped out almost ten thousand people for no reason." Lucifer frowned.

"I saw that on the news. That was terrible. Are the souls all right?" He asked.

"Yeah, as alright as they can be. Yama contacted us to let us know how things were going over there and Stanton also made a few personal calls to the population. Anyway, that's not why I called. I called just to let you know I've been caught up all day and that's why I didn't stop by. I heard Theo stopped by, though. He didn't burn anything down, did he?"

"No. I actually didn't even see him. He just dropped off a birthday card and left."

"That's suspicious. You might want to check on your townspeople. You know, if you care about that."

"You know I do. Anyway, are you coming over now?"

"I don't know," Hades answered, and there was a long pause that followed, one that was filled with tension on Hades's part and Lucifer couldn't resist smiling, which blasted into a full grin when Hades growled, "I know you're doing that creepy thing where you just smile like you're getting a kick out of this."

"I am not." Lucifer lied, to which Hades scoffed.

"I can hear it in your voice."

"Why don't you come over and check? Just to make sure."

"... Just to make sure." Hades agreed and hung up a second later. Lucifer laughed as he hung up and set his phone aside, getting to his feet to clean the room before Hades arrived. Normally one would be furious that Hades had manipulated him into being the one to ask him to come over, but Lucifer found it adorable. Even after a couple years of dating, Hades still tended to be a bit bashful about wanting to spend time together. Instead of asking outright, Hades would dance around conversation until he tricked Lucifer into being the one to ask.

Cute. Lucifer thought as he dimmed the lights in the room just as the air in the room rippled and pulsed with power. A second later, Lucifer turned to see Hades materialize into the room. The Greek god was a stark contrast to the room designed in golds, whites, and brown. He towered at an impressive seven feet tall, with black biker boots decorated with skull buckles that added an extra two inches to his height. Long silky black hair fell down his back and over his shoulder, a skintight black t-shirt and matching leather pants that hugged long muscular legs. And his blue eyes glowed eerily, like fireflies that blinked every so often in the dimly lit room.

Lucifer's body instantly reacted to the god's presence, heating, hardening, stealing the breath from his lungs in a soft sigh.

"See," Hades said, deep accented voice rumbling through the air with a husky tinge, "You have a big stupid smile on your face." Lucifer tried to fight back his big stupid smile, but he couldn't. Seeing Hades just made him want to smile even more, even though his cheeks hurt.

He approached the Greek god, who at one time had flinched and shifted away from him. Now the god stood absolutely still, blue eyes following him like a pair of spotlights. Lucifer paused in front of him, reaching out to cup the god's face and Hades's breath hitched for a split second before Lucifer gave him a gentle kiss on the lips and Hades practically turned to putty in his hands. Hades's lips parted, turning the kiss into something more feverish, something hotter.

Lucifer latched onto his mouth and took control, resisting the urge to smile as Hades allowed him. He slid his hands down the god's bare arms, savoring the warm supple skin beneath his fingertips. Hades growled, low in his throat and shoved against Lucifer's mouth, stepping closer and trying to pin him to the bedpost. Lucifer broke their kiss and Hades frowned, tilting his head against Lucifer's palm the still fell against his cheek.

"I want to do something slower," Lucifer murmured, lips still brushing Hades's, teasing the god in a way that made his blue eyes darken, "Are you going to give me that?" Hades studied him for a moment, lips pursing slightly before he rolled his eyes and stepped back, folding his arms over his chest.

"Fine." Was all he said. Lucifer smiled, pushing off the bedpost and unzipping his jacket to toss it over the curved hook on his bedpost. Hades's blue eyes flickered over instantly, as if drawn by a magnet to Lucifer's ripped abs emphasized by the tight white Henley the angel wore. Hades finally drifted over to sit on the bed, lifting his leg to unbuckle his boots, but Lucifer came over and waved his hand, flicking the belts open and sliding the boot off Hades's foot, sock and all.

"Never figured you for a foot guy." Hades said dryly, watching Lucifer run his fingers along the underside of his foot. Lucifer smiled, particularly pleased the way goosebumps crept up on the god's olive skin. His tongue slid across his bottom lip as he removed Hades's boots and watched the god rip his shirt off over his head, throwing it across the floor so it slid right up to the door.

Lucifer smirked, moving between Hades's legs, leaning down until he had Hades lowered down on the bed, black hair an oil spill against the gold sheets. Lucifer felt a shot of white hot desire all the way to his groin, and he reached out to slide his fingers through Hades's hair, savoring every smooth strand that whispered between his fingers.

"I love your hair." Lucifer murmured, hypnotized by the way the locks wrapped around his fingers. Hades watched him, head slightly cocked, blue eyes heavy-lidded. He tongued his fang, wondering briefly why Lucifer wanted to go so slowly today. He already felt hot and heavy from thinking about this all day.

He'd never admit to it, though. Lucifer's ego was already the size of his realm. He didn't want to feed the archangel anymore power than he already had, and it gave him a tiny sliver of fear to think how much power Lucifer had over him, but his power was nothing like Zeus's. Zeus was filthy and harsh and cruel, terrifying and borne from the darkest depths of Zeus's own bitterness. Lucifer's power was silky and sweet, so incredibly powerful that Hades sometimes couldn't muster up enough fight to keep it at bay, enough to make him wonder why he bothered fighting it.

"I love you, Hades." Lucifer whispered lovingly, his electric blue eyes dark with dilated pupils. Hades only swallowed silently at that, watching Lucifer's expression crumble from erotic to pure adoration. He still wasn't entirely used to that, even more so, entirely used to hearing those words accompanied with real feelings. He'd used to use the phrase often with Persephone and with his children when they had been infants, but the phrase had become warped and twisted over the years, especially when Zeus said it.

"You know I love you, Hades." Zeus's words from the recent meeting on Olympus made Hades's skin crawl. A very tiny part of him believed those words, wanted to believe that his little brother wasn't the sick twisted son of a bitch he was, but the rational part of him, the logical part, knew that Zeus was a true psychopath and loved no one, nothing, except himself, and even then, he wondered if Zeus's ego was even as big as he pretended it to be.

But this moment with Lucifer, this wasn't about Zeus or about the words I love you. It was so much more than that. This feeling, this tightening in his chest, the swelling of his heart to the point where he thought it would explode in his chest and choke him to death... It was delicious.

He had never felt this before, even for Persephone. Oh, he loved Persephone, but now Persephone was just one of his greatest friends. Lucifer had reached a place inside Hades he never thought existed, and this moment was sharing that place with the archangel.

"Are you alright?" Lucifer asked, concern flickering in his eyes as he watched Hades's eyes take on a dull glazed stare that indicated the god was off in his own little word. Those blue fireflies blinked at him, coming back into focus.

"Yeah." The god's voice was hoarse. Lucifer leaned down to touch his nose to Hades's, rubbing it for a moment before he kissed the tip and leaned back.

"Stay here," He murmured, making Hades's breath hitch again as he slid his lips along the god's jawline, "Pay attention to me or I might start to get jealous."

"And I won't like you when you're jealous." Hades said in a mocking tone that made Lucifer laugh quietly before he captured the god's lips in a deep, sensual kiss that rocketed euphoria straight to Hades's toes, making them curl. The god moaned as Lucifer's tongue slashed his mouth with passionate vigor.

Oh yeah. Hades thought blissfully as he drew his arms up around Lucifer's neck, sinking his fists into the archangel's thick blonde curls. He savored the way those curls wrapped around his fingers and teased the tips of them. He couldn't count the amount of times he'd waited until the angel was asleep so he could bury his face in them, all the way to the angel's neck so he could inhale and suckle there, leaving a satisfying bruise that only he knew about. Not even Lucifer noticed the tender hickeys there that marked him as Hades's.

Not that Hades would ever admit to those either.

No one needed to know the insecure side of the god that was afraid of losing the angel.

There was a low grumble of thunder overhead that illuminated the windows across the room for a moment made Hades pause in his desperate kissing to glance at the white curtains that glowed under the lightning flash before fading. Lucifer glanced at the window that had snatched his lover's attention and dipped his head down to touch his lips to Hades's exposed throat.

The god growled and started to turn his head, but Lucifer nudged his nose at the underside of his chin, making him keep his neck arched. Lucifer ran his tongue flat along Hades's throat, sliding over his adam's apple and along the underside of the god's chin. Hades groaned, fisting Lucifer's hair and yanking on it until the angel had reared his head back to look down at Hades, who was breathing hard.

"If you keep doing that, I'm just going to push you and take over." Hades warned, and Lucifer just smiled, reaching up to lay his hand over Hades's in his hair. Hades loosened his grip almost instantaneously, because he knew how it felt to have someone control him by pulling on his hair.

It was why, for the longest time, he'd wanted to cut his hair. Just chop everything off in the worst way possible, maybe that would make Zeus leave him alone, but he knew Zeus didn't corner him and attack him because the god thought he was attractive. Zeus didn't give a shit. The only reason the king god attacked him was because he felt threatened, because he loathed Hades's defiance. Anyone who dared to meet the god's eyes infuriated him.

Shit, there you go again thinking about stupid shit. Focus on the fact that an angel is preparing to suck your dick. Hades chided himself, and he gasped a curse as Lucifer unzipped his pants and dipped his head down to take him in his mouth. Hades groaned, tilting his head back against the sheets, arching his back and closing his legs around Lucifer's head.

Lucifer knew the moment Hades had started to space out. Saw the darkness descend in those glowing blue eyes, and he would be damned if that god thought about something else when he was with Lucifer. To show Hades that this was his reality, that this was the most important thing, he ripped the god's pants open and engulfed him in a single motion.

He kept his fangs at bay to avoid nicking the sensitive smooth skin, a deep possessive growl starting in his throat as he tasted Hades against the back of his tongue. The god moaned, eyes flickering shut and fangs baring. Lucifer wrapped his lips around Hades's cock and sucked a slow rhythm he knew was driving the god insane. Hades started to lift his hips to speed up the pace, but Lucifer caught his hips and forced them down and Hades sank his fist in his hair again, but Lucifer ignored the desperate tugging as he drew Hades closer and closer to his peak before he finally pulled his mouth away and Hades snarled in frustration, dropping his head back down on the bed.

"Fucking tease."  He snapped impatiently, reaching down to touch himself, but Lucifer caught his wrist and pinned it to the bed. A quick flash of fear went through the god's blue eyes, so Lucifer loosened his grip and slid up Hades's long body to arrive at his face where he placed a chaste kiss on the god's lips.

"You're all right, Hades. I'm right here. I want to take my time," Lucifer added at Hades's annoyed glare, "I want to savor you slowly. I want to spend all night in this bed with you. That would be the best birthday gift too, since you haven't gotten me anything yet." Hades scowled, looking almost a bit embarrassed by the reminder.

"I told you I was busy."

"Yes, you did, but it's not midnight yet and I still have another four hours before my time is up. So give me this," Lucifer urged, and for emphasis, he reached down to cup Hades between the legs and the god released a long sigh, "Let me lick every part of you, let me touch every part of you. Let me make love to you until you can't move in the morning and we spend the day in bed. I want to talk to you." Hades's eyes glowed at that. He wanted to scream in the angel's face, and it was more than just the sexual tension building up in his cock, begging to be released. He wanted to scream for more. He wanted to scream.

Yes, fuck yes, please. Anything you want. Touch me. Talk more. I want to hear your voice. I want to hear you say my name.

Instead, he kept his mouth shut and watched Lucifer staring down at him as if he were unspeakably precious, another thought that made him swallow.

Hades's silence told Lucifer everything he needed to know. He could see it in the god's blue eyes, feel it in the way the god tensed, and shifted ever so slightly so his cock rubbed against the front of Lucifer's jeans. He licked his lips and leaned down to clamp his mouth on Hades's throat. The god beneath him tensed to the point where Hades felt rock solid, but Lucifer licked the skin tenderly, moving his hands along Hades's rippling six pack until he reached his nipples, sweeping his thumbs over them.

The god gradually relaxed enough for Lucifer to scrape the god's throat with his fangs before he reached down to guide Hades's hand to his jeans. Hades's fingers, with a slight tremble, drew the angel's zipper down in a quick fluid motion, drawing the angel into his palm so he could smooth his thumb over the sensitive slit that oozed pre-cum. Lucifer gasped quietly, then nuzzled Hades's throat as the god fondled him with a surprising gentleness Lucifer hadn't expected.

Lucifer drew his head up to gaze into Hades's face, watching a strange warm tenderness glow in the god's eyes. He tried not to smile, tried not to make a comment about how docile Hades had become over the past few months.

Hades wasn't fighting him anymore.

If that didn't say I love you, Lucifer wasn't sure what did.

Unable to stave the building hot pleasure inside him, Lucifer took Hades's hand away and drew the god's pants down until he could toss them away, rubbing himself before he conjured a tube of lubrication, something that still made Hades roll his eyes, as if it was unnecessary, but Lucifer wasn't going to be like the bastards who'd simply taken Hades to take control of him.

No, Lucifer wanted to make love to Hades, slowly, sensually, lovingly.

Lucifer dabbed tender little dots along Hades's thighs before fingering the god in a way that made him melt on the sheets, purring and driving himself down on top of the angel's fingers. Lucifer could do this all day, enjoy the silky depths, but he wanted to enjoy them in other ways too, so he slid up between Hades's legs and leaned on top of him, watching Hades wrap his arms around Lucifer's, tilting his head to the side to place a kiss on the inside of Lucifer's wrist.

Lucifer trembled at that.

Hades never really took the time to kiss his body. He was afraid of doing something so intimate, but the god had finally given and done something that nearly brought Lucifer to the brink of climax. He had to bite his fangs down into his tongue to keep from coming. He took deep, shuddering breaths before he penetrated the god slowly and Hades tensed for a split second before relaxing, sighing and closing his eyes.

"You feel so good," Lucifer murmured, and Hades peeked an eye open to look up at him, as if to confirm Lucifer's words by his expression, and Lucifer smiled, leaning down to kiss the god's temple, "So soft and warm. Hades, I love you." Hades simply closed his eyes and moaned as Lucifer plunged himself in to the hilt and he settled there for a moment to let the god become accustomed to his size before he began a steady pace that had Hades squirming on the bed, panting softly. Lucifer spread his hand across Hades's cheek, pushing his hand through the god's hair, leaning down to sniff a lock that filled his senses with the scents of ash, smoke, leather, and something that reminded Lucifer of a doctor's office with its sterile crisp smell.

He could just bathe in those scents.

He buried his nose in Hades's hair, inhaling deeply and letting the scents wash over him like a heady aphrodisiac. He wrapped his arms around the god and pulled him up into his arms, turning them so that Lucifer was sitting on the bed and Hades was slumped in his lap, arms wrapped around him tightly. Lucifer lifted Hades's hips and dropped him back down on top of himself, impaling him hard enough to make Hades gasp and throw his head back, arching his back.

Lucifer growled, his blue eyes darkening until the color faded to a deep bloody red. He gripped Hades to him tightly, pressing his face against Hades's chest, breathing in his scent and urging Hades to roll his hips down on top of him. Hades moaned, raking his hands up through Lucifer's hair, dipping his head down to sniff at him in turn.

A sweet combination of vanilla sugar cookie, the faintest hint of cinnamon and warm leather.

He often teased the angel about the smell, calling it girly and a silly scent for a demonic angel, but in all honesty, Hades loved the smell. He wanted to extract it and bottle it up and spray his pillow with it so he could smell it all night long, let it lull him into a deep sleep of peace. How odd that he found the nights when he slept with Lucifer to be the only nights he slept without nightmares.

On the rare nights he spent alone, either because work or terrorists got in the way of his coming to Lucifer's place, he found himself restless, plagued with nightmares, cold and lonely enough to actually get him to leave the house to wander the city streets in search of a good drink.

On the nights he spent with Lucifer, he felt... safe.

Although, a small tingle of fear betrayed that sensation when he felt Lucifer's fangs brush his throat. He tensed for a moment, gripping Lucifer's hair, breathing hard against it as he felt Lucifer's hot breath fall across his throat, the fangs there preparing to sink into his skin. He didn't want Lucifer to bite him. He didn't want to feel the burning sting of those fangs in his flesh, drawing out mouthfuls of blood. At least, not right now he didn't. Once the fangs were embedded in his skin, he knew he would unravel.

And he did.

Lucifer's fangs punctured his skin and Hades bit back a cry of ecstasy, his mind wrestling with the white hot ribbons of pleasure searing through his veins. He felt the aching tug of Lucifer swallowing his blood, feel a little bead of the red liquid running down his neck and between his pecs. And he managed a low moan as Lucifer's tongue chased the droplet down, and another to his nipple where the angel suckled before sliding his tongue all the way back up to Hades's throat where the puncture wounds throbbed with equal amounts of pleasure and pain.

A particularly hard thrust to his prostate and a deep gulp of blood from his throat undid him and Hades almost screamed as his body spasmed with release, spilling contents out between them onto Lucifer's stomach, making the angel growl and a second later, Hades felt the deep pulse of Lucifer filling him.

And it didn't stop there as Lucifer spun them around and pinned him to the bed, pulling out just long enough to harden again, the blood from his feeding fueling another raging hard-on. The refractory period was unheard of with this angel and Hades groaned, both with frustration that he couldn't keep up with the angel when he was on a blood high and relief that Lucifer wasn't finished with him and would most likely spend the night teaching him several reasons why walking was for chumps.

It wasn't until well past midnight that Lucifer had finally caved in and slumped to the bed in defeat, arms cocooning Hades in a way that normally would've had the god growling and shoving him away. Instead, Hades lay in sated silence, listening to Lucifer's labored breathes blasting against the back of his neck. Then he heard a few little withdrawals of air that indicated Lucifer was sniffing him and he snorted.

"What're you doing?" He asked, reaching behind him to bat Lucifer's face away, but Lucifer caught his hand and kissed the inside of Hades's palm before laying it down on the bed again. Hades relaxed, closing his eyes and breathing out a long sigh.

"Are you alright," Lucifer murmured, "I think I got carried away those last two times." Hades almost snorted. Carried away? Hades distinctly remembered telling Lucifer he had to piss, only to have the angel insist he follow Hades to the bathroom... where they proceeded to fuck in the shower twice, then stumble back to the bedroom for yet several more rounds of sex.

"I'm never going to walk again," Hades decided simply as he snuggled down beneath the covers, "Forget it. I'll just stay here." Lucifer smiled against the back of Hades's head, kissing him there before snuggling down against him.

"That's fine by me." He responded. There was a long pause after that in which Lucifer simply savored Hades's body in his arms, listened to the god's breathing return to normal. And Lucifer whispered softly, "I love you." Hades didn't answer and Lucifer sighed.

"You could just say it once, you know."

"Words are cheap. Actions are priceless." Came Hades's sleepy grumble. Lucifer rolled his eyes at the god's favorite saying. He hated that the god saw words as meaningless. He knew why, of course, and he never blamed Hades for it, instead blaming everyone else who had turned those words into a weapon instead of an endearment. So, Lucifer sighed and hugged him.

"Well, I know you love me, so I suppose that's all that matters. I think your cute little kiss earlier was the priceless I love you action you mentioned, am I right?" He asked. Hades snorted.

"What little kiss?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"I have amnesia. Who are you again?" Hades asked dryly. Lucifer laughed and squeezed Hades to him tightly, nuzzling the god's neck before kissing him under the ear, making the god squirm.

"Ticklish?" Lucifer teased.

"Oh, please. I'm Hades, god of the Underworld, Lord of the Fuck You, Lucifer."

"Oh yes, you are," Lucifer agreed, and nuzzled Hades in the same spot again, making him hiss and wriggle in his arms, "You are ticklish. Now that's an interesting new development. What happens if I do this?" He leaned in to suckle the space and Hades made a noise unlike Lucifer had ever heard, causing both blonde eyebrows to shoot up as Hades writhed in his arms.

"All right," Hades exclaimed angrily, burying his face against the pillow, "All right, yes, I'm maybe a little ticklish there. Now stop before I bite you."

"I don't mind." Lucifer offered, leaning in to tickle the same spot, only this time Hades whipped around in his arms and nipped at his nose, making Lucifer's eyebrow quirk up at the challenge. Hades smirked at him, nipping at his skin again before Lucifer captured the god's lips and took control before Hades broke the kiss to gasp for air.

"Okay," Lucifer said, "You want to go another round? I can do this."

"Ugh, no, my ass is killing me." Hades groaned, pushing on the angel's chest. Lucifer smiled, leaning in to kiss Hades gently on the forehead this time. The Greek god eyed Lucifer warily before closing his eyes and sighing.

"I'm going to sleep." He said.

"Sounds good." Lucifer murmured, watching Hades sigh, body relaxing. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, then leaned in to touch his forehead against Hades's, and the god peeked an eye open to stare at him before letting it fall shut. His lips moved against Lucifer's, but not in a kiss; a silent phrase that made Lucifer's heart flutter.

"I love you too." Lucifer whispered, pulling Hades close, listening to the Greek god growl low in his throat, bringing a smile to the archangel's face.