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wildestrangerHere is a very short story in a fandom I have never writter before, which is Mike Carey's Lucifer. This takes place after The Mansions of Silence
Dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
musesfool, as it is her fault that I became interested in the fandom and am now woefully addicted. *g*
Title: So heavenly Michael
Pairing: Lucifer/Michael
Rating: PG-13
Words: 500
Summary: A Scottish band comes to play in Lux.
Disclaimer: I don't own these character, I have no permission to use them and I am making no money out of this. No infringement of copyright is intended.
Notes: I don't own Franz Ferdinand either, and have no reason to believ they wear leather to their concerts, as I've never been. Suffice it to say, they wear leather when I think about them. *g*
So Heavenly Michael
Michael frowns.
“Is there a reason you have invited me to come here tonight, brother?”
There is a grin on Lucifer’s face, an obvious grin that everyone in the club can see. Michael doesn’t like it.
“The band. An up and coming rock band from Scotland. I though one of their songs might be of interest to you.”
Michael lifts an eyebrow, which he knows to be perfect.
“You wanted me here for a rock band? You are many things, brother, but you have never been frivolous before.”
The grin is more subdued now, and makes Michael feel a little better.
“Perhaps I have asked you here for the pleasure of your disapproval.”
The music changes, although Michael feels he should be above noticing such things. Yet since his arrival on earth, he finds himself noticing all kinds of strange things. The consistency of baby sweet corn. The vocal frequency of the music on the radio. The texture of Lucifer’s jacket, which is not as decadent as he’d have expected, but no less pleasing for that. He is standing too close, as always, no doubt trying to disturb his equilibrium. And Michael is allowing it, ignoring it, as always, unwilling to show that he can be affected.
“I don’t see your companion here tonight. I hope nothing is wrong with Mazikeen?”
The grin that answers his very polite inquiry is probably blinding the band. Lucifer leans over, more for show than anything else since they don’t need to shout to hear each other even in this club.
“Mazikeen has her own brothers and sisters to handle. She is happy to leave me alone with mine.”
There is something in that sentence that should bother him, but Michael is more aware of the fact that he is aware of Lucifer’s tongue in his ear.
“…this is where I’ll be, so heavenly, so come and dance with me Michael…”
The leather-clad boys (men, really, but they look so very slim and young) on the stage have begun to make strange movements with their hips that seem to have a corresponding effect on the young ladies in the audience.
Then Michael chuckles.
“This is why? Because they have a song about Michael?”
“Listen to the words, brother.”
Lucifer is standing behind him, his hands on Michael’s shoulders. They are both cool in their bodies, despite the heat of the room or the weather outside. But Lucifer is not calm, there is a restlessness that Michael is surprised to be able to see, not merely the usual inclination to tease him. Or to tempt him.
“…beautiful boys on the beautiful dance-floor…”
Michael turns around.
“What do you want, Lucifer?”
Lucifer looks at him, and Michael sees something, a flicker of frustration, a slight scowl of annoyance, and then that smile that makes his wings flutter.
“…so come all over me Michael…”
Lucifer leans in, nods his head towards the band making rapturous noises, and whispers.
“Want to go upstairs and create another world?”
Dedicated to
musesfool, as it is her fault that I became interested in the fandom and am now woefully addicted. *g*Title: So heavenly Michael
Pairing: Lucifer/Michael
Rating: PG-13
Words: 500
Summary: A Scottish band comes to play in Lux.
Disclaimer: I don't own these character, I have no permission to use them and I am making no money out of this. No infringement of copyright is intended.
Notes: I don't own Franz Ferdinand either, and have no reason to believ they wear leather to their concerts, as I've never been. Suffice it to say, they wear leather when I think about them. *g*
So Heavenly Michael
Michael frowns.
“Is there a reason you have invited me to come here tonight, brother?”
There is a grin on Lucifer’s face, an obvious grin that everyone in the club can see. Michael doesn’t like it.
“The band. An up and coming rock band from Scotland. I though one of their songs might be of interest to you.”
Michael lifts an eyebrow, which he knows to be perfect.
“You wanted me here for a rock band? You are many things, brother, but you have never been frivolous before.”
The grin is more subdued now, and makes Michael feel a little better.
“Perhaps I have asked you here for the pleasure of your disapproval.”
The music changes, although Michael feels he should be above noticing such things. Yet since his arrival on earth, he finds himself noticing all kinds of strange things. The consistency of baby sweet corn. The vocal frequency of the music on the radio. The texture of Lucifer’s jacket, which is not as decadent as he’d have expected, but no less pleasing for that. He is standing too close, as always, no doubt trying to disturb his equilibrium. And Michael is allowing it, ignoring it, as always, unwilling to show that he can be affected.
“I don’t see your companion here tonight. I hope nothing is wrong with Mazikeen?”
The grin that answers his very polite inquiry is probably blinding the band. Lucifer leans over, more for show than anything else since they don’t need to shout to hear each other even in this club.
“Mazikeen has her own brothers and sisters to handle. She is happy to leave me alone with mine.”
There is something in that sentence that should bother him, but Michael is more aware of the fact that he is aware of Lucifer’s tongue in his ear.
“…this is where I’ll be, so heavenly, so come and dance with me Michael…”
The leather-clad boys (men, really, but they look so very slim and young) on the stage have begun to make strange movements with their hips that seem to have a corresponding effect on the young ladies in the audience.
Then Michael chuckles.
“This is why? Because they have a song about Michael?”
“Listen to the words, brother.”
Lucifer is standing behind him, his hands on Michael’s shoulders. They are both cool in their bodies, despite the heat of the room or the weather outside. But Lucifer is not calm, there is a restlessness that Michael is surprised to be able to see, not merely the usual inclination to tease him. Or to tempt him.
“…beautiful boys on the beautiful dance-floor…”
Michael turns around.
“What do you want, Lucifer?”
Lucifer looks at him, and Michael sees something, a flicker of frustration, a slight scowl of annoyance, and then that smile that makes his wings flutter.
“…so come all over me Michael…”
Lucifer leans in, nods his head towards the band making rapturous noises, and whispers.
“Want to go upstairs and create another world?”
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Date: 2005-09-14 03:10 pm (UTC)I've never heard of this fandom, by the way. Must investigate.
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Date: 2005-09-14 03:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-14 04:14 pm (UTC)Is the new single any good?
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Date: 2005-09-14 03:58 pm (UTC)“Want to go upstairs and create another world?”
You totally own me. Gah and *snort*
(Wow, that was a really incoherent review, wasn't it? Sorry. I liked the fic though)
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Date: 2005-09-14 04:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-14 07:49 pm (UTC)I have this odd idea that FF wear suits when they perform, but I could be confusing them with someone else.
Anyway, this is quite hot. You should write the part where they go upstairs and have earthshattering sex.
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Date: 2005-09-14 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-15 04:22 am (UTC)But thank you! I'm not sure I can write sex with Lucifer; somehow flirtation seems very much in character, but actual sex? I shall have to think about that a bit more. *g*
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Date: 2005-09-15 04:14 am (UTC)The leather-clad boys (men, really, but they look so very slim and young)
Shall just think about that for a little while...
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Date: 2005-09-15 04:22 am (UTC)But thank you!