AN: Thanks to everyone who put in their opinions on what should happen to disrupt the date, I took it all into consideration and well... you'll see what disruption was chosen. 

Pierre was pacing his chambers as he waited for Michael to come and spirit him away for their date. He hoped the devil would come soon because his parents had unfortunately heard that he had a date (no they didn't know about Michael being the devil) and kept sending up maids every five minutes to "help him get ready". Honestly, it was driving him mad. You'd think after the third time they'd get the memo but noooooo their baby boy definitely still needed help.

He was nearly at his rope's end when he felt arms go around his waist.

"Hello, my lovely." The familiar voice whispered in his ear.

He turned in Michael's hold to look the devil in the eye, smiling in relief. Of course, Michael noticed the slightly stressed look of his lovely and asked. "Stressful day?"

He nodded tiredly. "I let slip to my parents that I had a date and now they won't stop bothering me..."

Michael chuckled kissing his forehead. "Come now, lovely, it can't be so bad."

"I've had to send away ten maids." Pierre said flatly.

"... Your parents are overkill." Michael said after a moment.

"Yes. Yes, they are." He nodded.

"Well then, shall we go on our date before they send more?" Michael asked as he pulled away only to offer his hand. Pierre gladly took it even as he said. "Please."

They disappeared in a whirl of black smoke, a maid coming in a couple of minutes later and asking an empty room if he needed anything. 

Traveling through the shadows was an... interesting experience. To Pierre, it almost felt like a couple of tiny hands were tickling him, making him giggle in the devil's arms. Michael just looked down at him fondly before sweeping him into a bridal style hold. 

"M-Michael!" Pierre yelped with a bright red blush on his face. 

"Trust me, my lovely." Michael told him and then they exited the shadows, Michael landing gracefully with Pierre still in his arms. Of course, Michael didn't just put him down, not until Pierre asked. "Can you please put me down?"

"Of course, my lovely." Michael gently sat him down before explaining. "I would've just let you land yourself, however, most people who are new to traveling that way tend to fall on the ground the first few times, and I didn't want you to as well."

"Well thank you then." Pierre decided to be polite. "A little warning though would be appreciated."

"But your reaction was adorable." Michael cooed, making Pierre blush turn a deeper shade of red. Michael chuckled and put an arm around him before saying. "Come now, my lovely, our table awaits us."

Pierre nodded and let Michael lead him as he looked around. He had an idea of where they were just judging by the decor. Of course, the devil would take him to Hell for their first date, what else did he expect? Though seeing a restaurant in Hell was interesting, I mean who knew that Hell had fine dining?

Michael slid out a chair for him making him smile at the gesture as he sat down. Michael sat across from him before waving over a waiter. They quickly ordered and as the waiter walked away, they just sat in silence for a moment. 

"So, my lovely, why don't you tell me more about yourself?" Michael decided to ask. Pierre chuckled and asked. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that, Mr. I'm-the-devil-I-know-everyone?"

Michael let out a laugh and said. "Just because I know most what you've done in the past, doesn't mean I know your thoughts and opinions on everything, that my precious mortal, is up for you to tell me."

"Fair enough, as long as I get to ask you the same of course?" Pierre asked with pleading eyes. 

"Why, of course, my lovely." And so they talked, about anything and everything, even the little things. Though Pierre did giggle upon learning that Michael hated anything to do with water. 

Soon enough their food came and they slowed their conversation slightly so they could enjoy their meal. All in all, it was going pretty smoothly up until...

"And that's why-" Before Michael could finish his sentence there was a puff of smoke beside the table making them both cough at the suddenness. 

"Boss, I-"

"Imp, may I ask what is so important that you interrupted my date?" Michael asked glaring at his ginger-haired servant, who gulped, seeing what he had just interrupted. After all, no one interrupted a devil's date and expected to live...