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He saw the demon from time to time, skating along the outline of deep shadows that kept him concealed. He still knew he was there. He’d seen a flash of his red hair once, spilling out of a regency tophat. Long, dangling limbs that flailed like a paper-doll's from the center of gravity in his hips. He could never make out his face.
Aziraphale knew the demon's work was Hellish in nature. Occasionally the foul fiend would undo the angel’s miracles, reversing them on a lark right in front of him. Then he would hear cruel laughter but never sighted the villain. To thwart the demon, just once, would satisfy the angel. Aziraphale didn’t understand then what he was wishing for. Better that he had stayed his course and left well enough alone.
Victorian London at night under an impatient queue of gas lights. The air was damp with lingering drizzle. The angel heard a sob echo from the alleyway and moved toward it protectively. He’d only rounded the corner when his eyes took in the sight of the demon himself, pressed against a woman and her pressed to the wall. Aziraphale watched as the redhead moved lithe fingers up her thigh, parting a sea of silk that rippled in the waves of his touch.
Her head fell back and she moaned. Aziraphale could watch the sinful temptation no longer. He tapped his cane against the ground and cleared his throat, prepared to dole out his heavenly consternation.
“Get back, foul fiend!” he commanded.
The woman looked up at him as if she’d been in a trance and was only just waking up. Her eyes flew back to the face of her captor, black sunglasses tilting down his nose to reveal… She screamed and pushed him away, tearing down the alley without so much as a single glance back.
The demon discarded the glasses and looked Aziraphale full in the face for the first time. Perhaps he’d meant to intimidate the angel with his serpentine eyes, but Aziraphale was made of stronger stuff.
“Now, now,” the demon purred as he approached. “You’ve gone and spoiled my fun. Such a pity.”
“I won’t apologize,” the angel huffed. “You’ve sown tempestuous discord all over London these past three months. I was going to catch up with you eventually.”
The demon tilted his neck, revealing his jugular. “So you did,” he said with interest. He’d gotten close enough now that he could reach out and touch the angel if he so pleased. Instead, he angled back, hips off axis, a study in contrapposto.
Aziraphale took in the still form of his archnemesis, his eyes lingering on the pout of his lower lip. He was a demon of seduction, no doubt.
“Let me ask you something,” the demon continued, his dark gloved hands coming up to trace over the angel’s shoulders. He leaned forward to whisper in the blonde’s ear. “Now that you have me, what are you planning to do with me?”
Aziraphale suppressed an involuntary shudder. The distinct scent of orange, lavender, and basil wafted under his nose. Demons weren’t supposed to smell like that, he thought unsteadily. Unsteadier, now that the redhead was sinking into the angel’s personal space. It was so effortless, the way he moved. Like he was floating underwater. Aziraphale swallowed hard.
“It’s rude not to answer,” the demon said as he walked around the angel and stood talking to his back. The angel realized he’d lost the ability to move.
“The only thing I’m planning to do is thwart your dark plans!” Aziraphale said more bravely than he felt. He was able to clench his hands into fists, hopefully making a good show of it. He tried to peer up and sideways to illustrate his disinterest rather than demonstrate his immobile state.
Suddenly, a hot breath ghosting down the back of his neck. “What if I thwart you first?”
Aziraphale was thrown into the closest wall of the alley face first, his cheek pressed up against the cold brick facade. Hands grasped his wrists to keep him there while a firm, but thin thigh pressed in between his legs.
“Oh, this is fun,” the demon whispered. “Having fun?”
Aziraphale tried to shake his head but could barely move it. The demon’s wiles prevented much range of motion. Evidencing that, the demon’s hands released Aziraphale’s and they stayed where they were on the wall. Those devilish hands, so long and delicate, spider-crawled down the angel’s body until they reached his waist.
“What are you doing?” the angel ground out. The hands were encircling him now, tugging at his trousers.
The blonde’s eyes went wide with alarm. “Stop this!” he commanded. His attempt to regain control of the situation was lost on the demon, who had pushed the angel’s pants down to his knees. The next thing he knew, a wet, hot sensation was licking down the cleft of his ass. The demon was kissing and worshipping his crack while working steadily lower.
“Dear Lord!” Aziraphale breathed out. “Please!” The desperation in his voice was thinner this time.
The demon’s tongue lapped at his hole and the angel trembled, half-shivering against the cold and the alien sensation. At the same time, a hand came up to explore the length of him, inexplicably hard and ready for the demon. Aziraphale felt a deep vibration between his cheeks as the demon hummed approvingly. It caused the angel to thrust forward of his own volition.
The demon’s hand left the angel’s cock and moved to arch a few happy fingers inside of him instead. To this, Aziraphale practically groaned in pleasure.
The demon stood while continuing his motions. “You like that?” he asked sinfully against Aziraphale’s ear.
The angel gasped. His hips were jerking up and down, chasing the fingers as they slicked in and out. “I’ve never…” he breathed. “Oh, please…”
The demon laughed quietly to himself before biting at the angel’s earlobe. At this angle and proximity, the angel could feel the demon’s hard cock rubbing against his lower back.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you, angel?” the redhead asked. His own excitement was starting to show in the gravel of his tone, his faster breathing.
“You’re…” the angel stuttered. “You’re going to put yourself inside me.”
“I'm going to fuck you,” the demon corrected. He added a third finger to his ministrations and Aziraphale positively whimpered. “Mm, I like that little noise,” the demon replied. “I wonder what noises you’ll make when you come for me?”
The angel was pushing himself harder against the wall as if to escape the growing sensations in his body. “Please,” he begged.
“Please what?” the demon tormented him. “Are you ready for me? You’re so wet and open for me. What a filthy, vile angel you are.”
Aziraphale answered him with an uncontrolled moan. “No,” he gasped out. “No, please…”
He heard the demon’s pants rustling and the next thing he knew those clever fingers were long gone. In their stead, a hot, hard, velvety cock teased at his entrance. “I’m gonna bounce you on my cock you dirty slut,” the demon hissed. “And you’re going to ride me, aren’t you?” He pressed himself in and Aziraphale swallowed the tip inside his body. The demon made a practiced tease of dipping just the tip in and out, in and out until the angel started to shudder.
“You want more. I can tell,” the demon breathed. He pushed in a few more inches and used his hands to make the angel’s hips circle around him. The change in direction turned Aziraphale into a whimpering mess.
“Ohh fuck you love this,” the demon exhaled. “I make it so good for you, don’t I?”
“Yes,” Aziraphale’s voice rang out despite himself.
The demon groaned, low and heavy as he bent the angel over, varying the angle of penetration. He slid in to the hilt and snapped back, making Aziraphale gasp. He hovered right inside the angel’s entrance but refused to move.
Aziraphale let out a whimper, straining to look around at the demon.
“Remember what I told you?” the redhead smiled deviously. The angel nodded and couldn't resist sinking back until he was fully seated on the demon’s cock. “Now ride, angel,” came the command.
Aziraphale pushed himself back and forth, slapping against the demon’s waist on every return. He steadied himself on the wall to keep from falling as he drove back again and again. His mouth huffed broken syllables and moans.
“Oh yeah,” the demon grunted as he dug his hands into the angel’s fleshy hips, finally relenting to match Aziraphale’s bucking rhythm. The angel lost himself in their jerking movements that frenzied the bundle of nerves in his prostate.
“Come on,” the demon urged, his strokes becoming sloppy. “Come for me, baby.” He reached down and jacked the angel as fast as he could, finding a brutal pace that had the angel crying out for more.
“Don’t stop,” Aziraphale sobbed. “God in Heaven don’t stop!”
“Fuck,” the demon swore as his own release coiled tightly in his abdomen. Watching the angel rock against him, his round ass wobbling, was enough to send him over the edge. Aziraphale cried out long and loud, arresting his own movements to ride out an intense orgasm. The demon went right with him, pumping his cock inside the angel for two, three more strokes before his knees threatened to give out as he came.
Both practically collapsed against the wall and slid down the side of the building. Their breath fogged into the night and away.
Aziraphale could hardly believe what he’d just done. Or more so, what had been done to him. He’d only wandered in the alleyway to check on someone’s welfare. He’d never expected...whatever the fuck just happened.
He looked over at the demon who was starting to look a little more put together. He’d replaced his glasses on his face and grinned at the angel with abandon.
“That was way more fun than what I’d had planned,” he said slyly.
Aziraphale’s cheeks were ablaze. “I can’t believe you...you tempted me to sin! You truly are the most odious, terrible-”
The demon cut him off by standing over him, rudely adjusting himself over his pants. He noticed the angel’s gaze was definitely lingering on his bulge.
“Now, now,” the redhead sang. “That’s no way to talk to someone who just fucked you into next millennium. Speaking of, I suppose I might see you there.”
“I certainly hope not!” the angel affirmed. He stood to his full height but still fell short of the demon. He scrambled at his trousers as he immediately realized they were still undone. The redhead just laughed to himself.
“Of course,” he said, disbelief plain on his face. “But if I do...I’ll make you beg for it next time. No more freebies, angel.”
Aziraphale opened his mouth to protest but the demon had vanished, leaving behind a cloud of acrid smoke. He straightened his clothes erratically to vent his frustration, but even then something stopped him in his tracks. ‘I’ll make you beg for it,’ echoed in his mind and sent him to shuddering all over again.