Through the Grapevine [ABANDONED]

Club Not A Bar

Lucifer watched as Michael climbed out of his car. He realized with horror that he probably looked like an absolute mess. His hair was uncombed, he had cut his hand on one of the bottles and had his beenie wrapped around the wounded hand to stop the bleeding, and he was wearing Michael's jacket. That he had stolen. He hated himself. 

"Hey," Michael said with a grin. "You look great. You wear my jacket b-b-b-better than I do." 

"I do not look great, you don't have to lie to me," Lucifer said, wincing as he shifted the hat on the wound. He really needed to get a bandage around the thing. 

"What do you mean? I'm not lying," Michael said, raising an eyebrow at Lucifer. When he looked at his hand, his expression went dark. "What h-h-h-happened?" Michael asked. He crossed the porch to kneel in front of Lucifer, pulling the hat from the wound. He looked up at Lucifer, gray eyes piercing in the pre-dusk light. The position filled Lucifer's head with dirty thoughts that made him blush. 

"I cut my hand. I...I had a bunch of shit happen today, and I haven't even gotten ready for our date...I'm sorry," Lucifer said. Michael shrugged. 

"It's fine. I can h-h-h-hang with Cas till you get ready," Michael said. "And help you with this." 

"Mica, everything closes so early here. We aren't going to have time to do...." Lucifer was cut off by Michael placing his mouth on Lucifer's wound. He watched in a near panic as Michael sucked the blood off the wound. He pulled his mouth off and looked at Lucifer. 

"I didn't want you dripping blood all over the floor, I s-s-s-s-s-s-swear I don't have a vampire kink," Michael said with a laugh. "And that is not a sanitary bandage," he said gesturing at Lucifer's hat. "And don't worry about the date. I know a place." 

"Mica..." Lucifer started. 

"Do you want to go out with me?" Michael asked. 

"Of course I do!" Lucifer said quickly. 

"Then trust me," Michael said, pulling Lucifer inside the house. 

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After showering and wrapping up the wound on his hand, Lucifer was standing at the bottom of the stairs in a black button-up and some jeans. Michael was wearing white, which he pulled off amazingly. He raised an eyebrow at Lucifer, who was chewing nervously on his lip. 

"Come on," Michael said, grabbing Lucifer's hand. "Nice hanging out with you guys, don't wait up!" Michael called before pulling Lucifer outside. As he opened the passenger side door, he pressed a quick kiss to Lucifer's jaw. 

"Hey!" Lucifer cried out, glaring at Michael. Michael grinned playfully. 

"What?" Michael asked, feigning ignorance. 

"You missed," Lucifer said, gaining a bit of confidence. Michael shot him a devilish glare. 

"I don't miss," Michael said before shutting the door and walking to the other side of the car. It gave Lucifer some time to breathe before he died of his horrific attraction to Michael. He had honestly figured the more he talked to Michael the less he would want him. After all, he wasn't exactly the type to start flirting or make a move, and he hadn't thought Michael was. 

He couldn't get over how wrong he was. 

"Where are we going?" Lucifer asked as Michael drove onto the highway. 

"Somewhere," Michael said. 

"That's usually what serial killers say to people before they take them to the middle of nowhere, kill them, and dump their bodies," Lucifer pointed out.