Lucifer stifled a groan as he rubbed his face in exhaustion.

Transforming into a snake, he carefully slithered out of Angel’s arms, turning himself back as he reached the edge of the bed.

He didn’t know why he bothered trying to sleep without his medication at all anymore. He’d been doing so well lately, he’d forgotten that it was all thanks to Belphegor’s medicines in the first place.

Now, half the night had passed, and he hadn’t gotten even a moment of sleep.

 

He slid off the bed, stepping close to the windows overlooking Pentagram City.

In the distance he could see a fire, smoke billowing from a building. The sky was dark, a red so deep it was almost black. Heaven’s bright gates were as hard to look at as they always had been. His old home, a place he’d never be able to step foot in ever again.

With a quiet sigh he turned his back to it all, sliding down the wall next to the window, wrapping the bottom of the curtain around himself. The fabric was thick, heavy, soft against his cold skin. He pulled it tighter around himself as he turned his eyes toward the room.

 

He’d practically moved into Angel’s bedroom by now, all but officially.

He liked Angel’s room. It was cluttered in a different way than his own, toys of both pet and adult variety in dozens of boxes, mountains of clothes, polaroids of Angel and his friends everywhere, stuck into the edges of every picture frame and mirror.

The heart string-lights cast the room in a warm, pink glow, softly lighting up Angel’s body as he slept, deep and heavy from how many hours he’d spent at work.

Angel’s fur was a mess, hair standing on end, making him smile.

 

At a quiet squeal he turned his eyes down, finding Nuggets in front of him. His smile grew as he ran his hands down his back, scratching his chin with his claws.

He felt Nuggets rub his snout against his palm, grabbing his long sleeve between his teeth, pulling.

“Alright, alright,” Lucifer laughed quietly, getting back on his feet, pig in his arms. He made his way back to the bed. As he set him down he watched Nuggets walk over to Angel, looking at him expectantly.

Lucifer lowered himself down beside him, raising Angel’s arms to get closer. Angel’s arms tightened around him, pulling him to his chest.

 

“Did I wake you?” Lucifer whispered, brushing Angel’s hair out of his face as his eyes fluttered open.

Angel only hummed, just barely awake. Lucifer smiled as he felt him press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, clearly not quite what he was aiming for. He found Angel’s lips, as warm as his embrace. The kiss was brief, chaste, but it still managed to make his lips tingle.

“Go back to sleep, love,” he said, voice soft, arms wrapping around Angel. He buried his face in Angel’s chest. He was so warm, it was a shame it wasn’t enough to put him to sleep.

 

His cheek nuzzled into Angel’s chest fluff as he turned his head to look down at Nuggets, who was settling down between their legs.

He could feel it as Angel drifted back to sleep. He probably should have taken the chance to take his meds while he was up, but he didn’t feel like getting out of Angel’s embrace again.

Lucifer’s eyes slipped closed.

 

He knew he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, but at the very least, he was comfortable. If he could spend hours in Angel’s arms, he didn’t mind not being able to sleep as much as he would have, otherwise.

In an embrace this warm, he didn’t mind it at all.

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