AN: This one-shot was suggested by @NachtaraGirl. Hope you enjoy!

Michael growled as he tried to call his imp for the third time and got no response. Where was that Imp? He knew that he hadn't sent him out to do business so why wasn't he here? Getting up, the devil swore there would be punishment if he found that the imp was ignoring him. 

He went to David's room first, sure that if he was slacking, the imp would most definitely be there, but found nothing. After checking his library, he traipsed downstairs, irritated beyond belief. It wasn't until he walked into the kitchen that he finally saw his imp. 

He almost stopped in his tracks when he saw that the imp was asleep standing up. The only thing that was keeping his imp from falling on the floor was the broom in his hand. With a frown, Michael paced forward to get a better look at his imp. 

He was shocked to see the dark circles, that usually only appeared under his own eyes, surrounding his imp's eyes. Had his imp not been sleeping well? For some reason, the thought irritated him, though he didn't know why. Though he did know one thing. If his imp wasn't sleeping well, he didn't want to wake him. But he also didn't want to leave David there either.

An idea came to his mind. With a glance at his imp, Michael severely hoped the other didn't wake. He would never hear the end of it if he did. He gently pried the broom out of his imp's grip before swinging the smaller into a bridal-style hold. Setting the broom to the side, he started carrying the imp out of the kitchen and up to his room. 

As he was carrying him, he felt David snuggle subconsciously into his chest and a blush spread across his face. What was this feeling? He didn't think it could be- he cut his thoughts off there. He was not going to let his thoughts stray there just in case it was true. 

Just when Michael reached the top of the stairs, the imp's eyes fluttered open. Michael didn't notice however at first until he heard a gasp. Instantly, his head snapped down to look at his imp, who was staring at him in surprise. 

"Um, s-sir?" The imp stuttered, a blush forming over his cheeks. "W-what are you doing?"

"Carrying you, what else does it look like?" Michael asked, trying to play it off. 

"U-uh, w-why sir?" David stuttered, the blush getting deeper. 

"Maybe because I found my imp passed out in the kitchen." Michael said raising an eyebrow at David, who looked away. "Care to explain why?"

Looking back at Michael, who had yet to let him down, David sputtered for a moment before saying. "I-I don't know. I was just working as I normally do and then I guess I must have fallen asleep cause the next thing I know, y-you're carrying me."

Michael sighed. "You must take better care of yourself, Imp, I do not want to find you passed out again."

He phrased it like an order but you could hear the concern in his voice. David nodded before wiggling a bit. "C-can you put me down, sir?"

Michael blushed a little, shocking the imp, before saying. "Why, yes, of course. Though I would like you to go get some rest before continuing your duties, Imp."

David nodded even as Michael set him down on the floor gently. With one last look at his lord, David walked to his room. Michael headed to his own study, trying to fight the blush on his face. Upon reaching their destinations, however, both wondered what this feeling could be. 

AN: And that's it, if you have any suggestions, leave them down in the comment section below, I do accept ship suggestions as well, and while I may not get to them straight away, they will eventually be done!