Lucifer was still fuming from his most recent argument with Alastor, face twitching in annoyance, arms crossed as he glared at the closed door, when he felt something move behind him, making him turn his head.

“No, stay right there, sweetcheeks, don’t move!”

Lucifer stopped. He had the distinct feeling that there was something above him, making him look up, despite Angel’s tutting.

Right above his head was a stick, a marshmallow skewered on its end. He squinted up at it. It was noticeably toasted on the side that was facing him.

“...Are you toasting marshmallows over my fire?”

Angel choked on a laugh, making the stick shake. “Maybe.”

 

Turning around, Lucifer pouted up at him. As Angel repositioned the marshmallow above the flame between his horns, he raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, doing that to my face.”

“I was doin’ it behind your back, but ya turned around on me. Made it cold again so now I gotta start over.”

“The horror.”

 

Lucifer reached up, pulling the softening marshmallow off the stick. He popped it into his mouth. It was almost scalding where it had gotten a little too close to the fire.

“Hey, it wasn’t ready yet!” Angel complained, lowering the stick in his hand. Lucifer heard the rustling of plastic, making him look down. Angel had a whole bag of marshmallows in his hands.

“What do you think you’re doing with that?”

Angel stabbed the stick into a fresh marshmallow. “Toastin’ another. Don’t steal this one from me, okay?”

“You know, you could just ask me to light a fire for you.”

“This is funnier.” As Angel raised the stick between his horns, the fire fizzled out. “Hey!”

“Give me one good reason why I should let you do this.”

“S’mores?”

Lucifer tapped his claws against his cane in consideration. “It has been a long time since I last had s’mores.”

“So’s that a yes?”

Lucifer opened his hand, and in a poof of sparkles, he materialised a pack of crackers and chocolate in his palm, the flame between his horns coming back to life.

“On one condition,” he said, holding up a finger. “This doesn’t leave this room.”

Angel grinned. “Sure.” He pushed the marshmallow down until he felt like it wouldn’t fall off, while Lucifer sat down on the couch, one leg crossed over the other. He snapped the chocolate into pieces, handing a piece to Angel, who carefully skewered it on top of the marshmallow.

 

Watching Angel in silence, Lucifer couldn’t help a smile from tugging at his lips at how entertained Angel seemed to be, simply by toasting marshmallows above his head. This whole situation was ridiculous.

As he handed over some of the crackers, Angel caught the dripping marshmallow between them, just before it was about to fall off the stick.

“Be careful with that, I just washed my hair.”

“Mhm. Here.” Handing the s’more over to Lucifer, Angel stabbed another marshmallow and piece of chocolate onto the stick, holding them above Lucifer’s head.

Lucifer took the s’more carefully between his fingers, still managing to get the sticky marshmallow on his fingertips. He raised his other hand to catch any falling crumbs as he bit into it.

 

At the pleased sound he made at the taste, he could hear Angel laugh.

“Ya sound like you’re gettin’ off right now.”

Lucifer shook his head, the smile on his face growing. “Oh, If I were getting off you’d know.”

“What, does it make the ground shake or somethin’?”

“Something like that.”

Angel lowered the stick again, Lucifer handing over the crackers and chocolate to him. As their eyes met, Angel grinned.

“I couldn’t get a first-hand demonstration of that, could I?”

Lucifer felt his cheeks grow hot, and he waved his hand in front of himself as he laughed. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I don’t usually fuck on the first date.”

The stick lowered, almost dropping to the floor. He felt a hand smooth up the fabric of his vest, a finger hooking into his bowtie. “So this is a date, now, is it?” Angel leaned in closer, until his face was all Lucifer could see. “Do ya kiss on the first date?”

“I, uh. Could be open to the idea.”

That was all Angel needed, closing the gap between them as he let the stick clatter to the floor. His lips were hot, Lucifer’s parting in invitation. Angel’s fingers buried in his hair, a hand running down his back. As Lucifer wrapped his arms around his shoulders, he felt Angel’s tongue slip between his lips. The hand on his back snuck in underneath his shirt, pulled out of his trousers as Angel pushed him back against the couchseat.

Angel’s weight on top of him made his body soften, and he pulled him closer, claws burying in Angel’s hair as he felt Angel’s teeth nip at his lip. His back arched as Angel dug his claws into his skin. 

It had been so long since he last made out with someone, he had nearly forgotten how good it could feel.

He couldn’t help but let his hands wander, one slipping down Angel’s chest to push in underneath his sweater, burying deep in his fur. He could feel Angel grin into the kiss.

 

Then, Angel lifted his head, ending it abruptly, much to Lucifer’s dismay. It wasn’t until Angel spoke that he registered the scent of smoke filling the room.

“Holy shit, the couch’s on fire!”

 

Lucifer sat up so fast Angel barely had time to get out of the way, falling onto the floor with a yelp. Lucifer frantically smacked the burning armrest with his hands, until he remembered he could use magic, summoning a fire blanket, finally smothering the flames.

He fell backwards, propped up on his hands as he stared at the smoke seeping out from underneath the blanket, until the fire finally died. He let the fire between his horns vanish.

 

“I, uh.” He turned to look at Angel, eyes still wide. “Sorry about that.”

For a while, Angel could only stare at him from where he was sprawled out on the floor, before he sat up. He covered his mouth with his hands, but the laugh still couldn’t be stifled.

“Holy shit, that’s gotta be one of the dumbest ways one of my make-out sessions’ve ended in a while!”

“Hey, it’s not that funny! I just… forgot that my fire was still there.”

 

Laughter turning into snickering, Angel leaned his arms on top of Lucifer’s thighs. “Nah, it’s totally funny.” He reached out, gently flicking him on his flat nose, making Lucifer sputter. “You’ve been down here for how long and ya still forget about it? How much shit’ve ya lit on fire?”

“More than I’d like to admit.”

That made Angel laugh again, burying his face in Lucifer’s thighs. Lucifer pouted down at him. “How long’re you gonna laugh for?”

 

His question only made Angel laugh harder.

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