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“Alright, I’m ready.” Aziraphale came out of the back of the bookshop looking exactly as he always did. Crowley groaned with an exaggerated roll of his head that ended in a very familiar expression.
“Come on angel, we’re going to an exclusive club to drink very expensive wine, you could at least attempt to dress the part!” Crowley circled him, plucking at his tartan bow tie.
“What? I wore a new tie, and this vest is tailored completely different than my regular vest. Do… do you not like it?” He looked down at himself, Crowley softened a little at his adorable self-conscious expression.
“I know what’s different. You have new shoes as well, which are quite nice, but despite how nice you look it’s not precisely a club outfit.” Aziraphale pouted, pulling at his vest.
“I don’t own anything different, well except my previous styles, which I didn’t think would be appropriate.” Aziraphale looked so self-conscious which had not been Crowley’s intention. He hooked his fingers under the collar of Aziraphale’s jacket slipping it off his shoulders. Aziraphale froze as his hands brushed down his arms.
Crowley set it aside, and took his hand. He unbuttoned his sleeve, rolling it up before taking the other hand to do the same. Aziraphale bit the inside of his cheek, desperately trying to remember to breath lest he realize how much such a simple touch effected him. Then he ran his fingers through Aziraphale’s hair, tousling it, and Aziraphale’s heart nearly stopped beating. He stopped breathing altogether when he untied his tie, slipping it off to undo his top button
“There, very fetching.” Crowley nodded at his handy work.
“Th-thank you.” He choked out, following him dumbly out to his Bentley. They got to the club inexplicably fast, partly because Aziraphale still felt a bit dazed, partly because Crowley drove like a lunatic. By the time Crowley opened his door for him he had some semblance of sense about him again, and he realized Crowley had changed his hair for the occasion.
“You’ve changed your hair.” Aziraphale paused in his space as he got out. Crowley looked uncomfortable, preening his hair.
“A bit, I’ve been experimenting with back combing.” He mumbled, Aziraphale gave him that smile that stopped his heart.
“It looks gorgeous.” Aziraphale hadn’t meant for his compliment to be quite so emphatic, but he meant it so he decided to go with it, brushing his fingers gently through his hair before hurrying away. Crowley turned red, covering his face with both hands. How could he turn his insides to knots with one little compliment.
Aziraphale eyed the line of well dressed men, and women under the cheque sign that simply read the garden. If they had to wait in line it would take quite some time to get inside. Crowley shook himself from his embarrassment, and came up behind Aziraphale, hooking his arm through his Angel’s, towing him towards the door.
“But the line!” Aziraphale yelped, Crowley waved his worries away weaving past the bouncer with a snap of his fingers.
“Oh! It’s quite dark! How am I meant to read a menu in this light?” Aziraphale kept a firm hold on Crowley’s arm as they tried to make their way through the swell of the crowd to the VIP section. The music thrummed with the lights on the dancefloor. Despite not caring for the music the fluidity of the dancing intrigued him.
“You’re not. They’ll read the selection if you ask, but I already had a vintage in mind Angel. It’s the entire reason we’re here.” Crowley said, though that wasn’t entirely true, he’d brought Aziraphale here in hopes that the alcohol, sensual atmosphere, and maybe even a little dancing would help him finally work up the nerve to make a move. The sharply dressed men making out in the near by booths of the fancy gay bar would also ideally help put him in a receptive mood.
“I feel underdressed. Can you even see?” Aziraphale noted that Crowley had to look over his shades to find his way up the stairs.
“It’s not like I can keep them in my pocket angel, and you look perfect, if not a bit eccentric.” Aziraphale paused him before they could slide into a booth and took his shades. Crowley went rigid, unsure what he meant to do. Aziraphale folded them, and hung them from the v in his shirt, the sharp contrast like a signal flare claiming him as Crowley’s at least in his addled demon brain.
“Much better. You have such lovely eyes.” Aziraphale smiled, Crowley stuttered out a string of incoherent noises while he took a seat.
“Oh, yes, my friend is the one who chose the wine.” Crowley shook his head, realizing the waiter had already arrived. He ordered, and sent him away. He couldn’t take his eyes off Aziraphale, who watched the dancefloor in rapture. Before he could get enough of Aziraphale’s look of awe three bottles of wine showed up. Crowley waved off the server, and poured for them.
“Angel?” he held the glass out, Aziraphale turned back to him to take it. He took his time, enjoying the scent, and full body of the wine with a sinful moan.
“This is absolutely scrumptious!” They drank without reserve, quickly falling into a nice buzz. Aziraphale's gaze caught on something a few booths away, for a moment Crowley thought it was the couple in the midst of a discrete hand job.
“See something you like angel?” Crowley asked, Aziraphale pointed past the table Crowley had assumed had caught his eye.
“They have nibbles! I’m going to ask the wait, wait… server for something I can nibble on!” Aziraphale shot out of his seat a bit unsteady. He sauntered a bit when he’d been drinking, and Crowley was impressed he didn’t spill his wine. Aziraphale made it to the waitress, but on his way back a tall man with a sleek hairstyle bumped into him.
“My apologies.” He spoke in a deep voice while Aziraphale stumbled over his own apologies.
“That’s quite alright, nothing spilled, no harm done.” He smiled, and the man put his hand over his heart at the sight.
“I, I’m sorry, I just have to say you look like an angel!” The man threw out his best line, and to his surprise Aziraphale began laughing hysterically. The guy took a step back, and Aziraphale used it to escape the amusing encounter, but to his surprise Crowley also had a man speaking to him. Aziraphale slugged down his wine, even it tasted somehow wrong while he watched the man touch his Crowley’s arm, and laugh.
Crowley found the softer man's attempt at flirtations amusing, and let it continue when he knew it would be rude. He had after all came here with Aziraphale, and would certainly leave with him, but he was evil, so why not get the man’s hopes up. He touched Crowley’s arm, and he noticed the small vial in his vest pocket that he seemed to be trying to slip into his drink. Now that was unacceptable. Before he could do anything however Aziraphale slid into his side of the booth and kissed him on the cheek.
“They’re bringing the nibbles dear, oh, oh I’m sorry. I didn’t see you. Can we help you?” It all sounded so innocent, but Crowley had known Aziraphale for 6000 years, and he had never acted like this. Was he jealous.
“Yes, well, Anthony and I were talking. You could get me a wine though dear.” He held his empty glass out to Aziraphale, who puffed up like an owl.
“Oh, my dear, sweet boy. So naïve. Anthony has plenty of people to fraternize with, and you could never hold his attentions.” As he said it Aziraphale raked his fingers through Crowley’s hair, tugging ever so slightly at the nape of his neck, and wresting an involuntary moan from Crowley. He hadn’t allowed himself to touch Crowley very often, but he knew a few little things that always made him melt. This one had been learned when his ring had snagged in Crowley’s hair while he absently stroked it reading on his couch decades ago. The man huffed, but left the table.
“Angel!” Crowley gasped when he simply returned to happily sipping wine from his once again full glass.
“Yes dear?” He looked up, innocent as can be.
“What the he… what on earth was that?” He tried to keep the squeak out of his voice, but failed.
“I’m sorry, were you interested in that man?” Crowley didn’t miss the offence in the question.
“Of course not, he’s human, but you came over here, and all but put a collar on me. You were jealous!” Crowley rubbed his neck where Aziraphale had manhandled him, trying to calm the raging hard on that it had caused.
“I have no idea what you could possibibi… possibib… I have no idea what you mean.” Aziraphale turned an adorable shade of red. Crowley eyed him, he’d matched him drink for drink, but Aziraphale seemed much more inebriated.
“You do! You don’t want me fraternizing with anyone but you, admit it.” He couldn’t help pursuing the topic. The idea of Aziraphale being jealous of someone hitting on him was delicious.
“Fine, I didn’t care for it. Is it so wrong to want to spend my evening with you without intrusion?” Aziraphale gave him a wounded look that softened Crowley’s teasing immediately.
“Of course not. I’ve just never seen you so harsh angel.” Crowley smirked, Aziraphale felt firmly wasted at this point, and he didn’t want to sit around getting teased.
“Hush dear, come dance with me.” It wasn’t a question, he took Crowley’s hand as he went to stand.
“I thought angels didn’t dance.” Crowley followed him none the less.
“They don’t, stupid pidgins! That’s why I’ve never had anyone to dance with.” Aziraphale grumbled, getting harder to understand as they got to the stairs. Crowley couldn’t help laughing at the image of Gabriel as a pigeon.
“Are you alright angel?” Crowley tried to ask, but as they made it to the dance floor his voice was lost in the music. As soon as they set foot on the floor men jostled to dance closer to his angel, and he found it bothered him tremendously. He moved them towards the wall of mirrors, boxing him in, and away from the other dancers.
Aziraphale giggled when Crowley put himself between him, and the dancers. The whole room had begun to spin, the music seemed to wash over him the way emotions often did. This place was full of so much love, and the fog in his head had him feeling lose, so he started to shimmy as the other men did. Crowley gasped when Aziraphale turned his back to him, and started to grind up on him.
“You’re playing with fire angel!” Crowley put his hands on his hips unsure if he’d heard the warning. Feeling him pressed flush against his chest made Crowley lose a lot of his ability to think clearly. Aziraphale moaned, and dragged his hands down his chest to frame his crotch. Crowley would only have to move his lips half an inch to kiss his neck.
“Crowley! This feels so good! You feel so good!” Aziraphale yelled over the din, and it set off all Crowley’s warning bells. His angel didn’t sound right, his voice trailed off here and there as if he struggled to hold onto it. Even at his drunkest his angel didn’t sound like that. He turned him around in his arms, trying to look at his eyes. The pupils were blown out, leaving only a sliver of their beautiful blue.
“Aziraphale, are you high? Did someone give you something?” Crowley held his face and Aziraphale grinned reaching up to touch Crowley’s chin.
“You’re so sweet, so fetching, always.” Aziraphale hummed, Crowley scowled, he’d clearly been slipped something.
“Come on angel, why don’t we sober up?” He brushed his thumb over Aziraphale’s cheek, since he still had his face in hand.
“No! I feel nice like floating in the clouds with you! I’m always so uptight, so afraid…” He trailed off, seeming to zone out while watching Crowley’s face, then before Crowley could realize what was happening Aziraphale kissed him. His tongue found entrance when Crowley gasped, he seemed to be doing a lot of that tonight. The kiss was quick, and sloppy, not at all how Crowley had imagined their first kiss.
“You taste spicy, and like wine. Like spicy wine. I always wondered.” Aziraphale giggled again, and it set Crowley off, he had no idea how much that kiss had meant to Crowley in this state. It was all just a joke to him. He pulled him out into the crisp fall air, pinning him roughly to the alley wall.
“Aziraphale! Sssober up!” He hissed, Aziraphale gave him a wicked grin, shoving him back with ease, and pinning him to the opposite wall. He forgot sometimes that Aziraphale had the same raw celestial strength as Crowley.
“Ask nicely.” His voice rumbled in the same baritone he'd spoken of the kraken in, only now his breath tickled his ear, he couldn’t know what he was doing to Crowley, could he.
“Please Aziraphale, whatever it is you’re thinking, I don’t want to do this while you’re not yourself.” Crowley’s voice shook while he whispered, not trusting his voice enough to raise it. Aziraphale searched his golden eyes for a moment before leaning his head on his shoulder to sober up. An ache arose in his head, and he still felt fuzzy, but the alcohol was gone.
“I think it would be wise if we went home.” Aziraphale shook against him, without being able to see his face he couldn’t tell if it stemmed from panic, or anticipation.
“Okay angel, come on, I’ve got you.” Crowley wrapped his arm around his waist, and lead him to the Bentley, snapping his fingers to by some miracle rid the club of whatever drug had been used on Aziraphale. The angel didn’t need much help, but he liked the steady feeling of Crowley wrapped protectively around him. They drove back to the bookshop in silence, though Aziraphale curled in on himself, letting his head rest on Crowley’s shoulder.
“Do you need me to walk you in?” Crowley didn’t do many drugs, so he had no idea how they would hit Aziraphale. He did not need help, his head felt mostly clear.
“That would be nice.” He whispered, he had no idea where they stood now, but he knew if he let Crowley leave it could be a century before he got to kiss him again. Crowley went around, and opened the door for him, helping him out. Aziraphale played up his inability to get stable, leaning into Crowley as they weaved through the maze of bookshelves in the dark. They both knew every inch of this shop blindfolded.
“You should try and sleep, it’ll help.” Crowley took him up the stairs, having to turn on the light since he’d never seen the upstairs.
“You’re probably right. I’m so sorry I ruined the evening dear.” Aziraphale lead him to a large puffy bed with a tartan comforter.
“No! No, it’s fine. It’s been ages since I’ve danced.” Crowley smiled, Aziraphale shook his head sitting on the edge of the bed. Crowley knelt down to carefully remove his shoes. He watched him set them aside neatly, one hand firmly holding his calf, and it wasn’t enough. When he stood Aziraphale snapped his fingers changing into a pair of soft tartan sleep pants, and a white tee.
“Would you, if it’s not too much trouble, you certainly don’t have to, I just… I don’t sleep well and I thought, if you wanted…” Crowley waited, with an unusual display of patients, for Aziraphale to gather his words. Crowley had never been so nervous, or excited for the end of a sentence.
“Would you stay?” He finally whispered, Crowley tried not to grin, but he couldn’t hide the joy in his eyes since Aziraphale had miracled his sunglasses to the neat stack where his clothes were waiting. Crowley nodded, snapping his fingers to change to only a pair of black silk trousers before slipping into bed with him. Aziraphale curled up on his chest as if it were the normal thing to do, and not something that made his heart race, and his cock hard as oak.
“That man drugged me didn’t he?” Aziraphale spoke after a long moment, his hand tracing absent patterns in Crowley’s chest hair.
“Yes. If you were anyone else you would have been unconscious.” Crowley stroked his hair, wishing he could control the inappropriate thoughts caused by having Aziraphale in his arms.
“Why would anyone want that, you… oh… those men give humanity a bad name, I hope every one of them gets vd.” Aziraphale tensed when he realized what they’d meant to do to him. Crowley held him closer, burying his head in Aziraphale’s blond curls.
“Oh I’m sure they’ll get theirs. I would never let them do that to you angel.” Aziraphale could feel his lips move against his hair.
“I know. I always feel safe with you Crowley.” Aziraphale closed his eyes, he really could use some sleep. They could talk about the kiss in the morning. Soon Aziraphale snored softly, but Crowley didn’t sleep. How could he with Aziraphale pressed up against him he’d waited 6000 years for this. He instead spent the evening memorizing how it felt to have him so close, in case it never happened again.
“Are you watching me sleep?” Aziraphale mumbled his words into Crowley’s chest, making him squirm from how much it tickled.
“No, I’m making sure you aren’t drooling on me.” Crowley hid his embarrassment by tucking his face against Aziraphale’s hair.
“Oh, I see.” Aziraphale almost sounded disappointed. “We should talk about last night.” He forced himself to sit up, and Crowley swallowed his protests.
“You were drugged angel, you don’t have to explain anything.” He looked around, wishing he had his shades on.
“I’m not trying to explain anything. I… well you see, I’d very much like to know if, well if I offended you with my actions, or if perhaps we would like to revisit them now that we’re both of sound mind?” Aziraphale twisted the comforter in his hands, unable to look at Crowley when he spoke, his face had turned very red.
“Revisit which actions in particular?” Crowley said, his voice tight, and his mouth drier than the world before rain.
“I suppose any action you would like to revisit. Dancing with you was quite diverting, though the particular action I had been inferring…” Aziraphale trailed off, taking Crowley’s hand to make him look at him. Crowley’s golden eyes searching his for any flicker of hope, still not sure Aziraphale wanted what he hoped he did. Aziraphale reached up to touch his cheek stroking it gently before slipping his hand into Crowley’s hair.
He stopped breathing altogether when Aziraphale pulled him closer. He rested his head against Crowley’s, breathing in the smokey sent of leather, and spice that he always had, a small smile playing across his lips. He could see how Crowley trembled at the nearness of him, and it made him brave.
“May I?” Crowley could feel the ghost of his words brush his lips they were so close. Crowley could only nod his head slightly, but Aziraphale felt it. He tried to go slow, but as soon as his lips touched Crowley some half starved part of him couldn’t get enough. The chaste and gentle kiss turned desperate, and ravenous. Crowley’s forked tongue tangled with his, while he gripped at his shoulders, and his hair, his hands couldn’t decide where they wanted to be. Crowley pulled back, breathing hard, his head swimming. It was all too much.
“I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” Aziraphale looked so scared that he had offended him that Crowley couldn’t resist kissing him again, just for a moment.
“Just the opposite angel.” He managed his voice shaking, and tight. He wanted to be able to savor this, to feel every touch, but every time Aziraphale touched him his mind shorted out.
“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long Crowley, wanted to taste you on my tongue, and feel your hands on my flesh, I love you.” There was that same, deep, commanding voice from the night before that made Crowley turn to jelly.
“You have such a dirty mouth angel.” Crowley managed, Aziraphale smiled, a wicked turn of his lips while he raked his nails over Crowley’s back gently.
“Would you like to see what else it can do dear?” He moved his leg over Crowley’s lap, kissing his neck slowly. Crowley’s hands went to his hips bucking up into him when he found the sweet spot just bellow his jaw. He reached between them to take Aziraphale in hand, but he took his wrists, pinning them over his head with one hand.
“Not yet dear, I want to feel ever inch of you before I’m finished.” Aziraphale grazed his teeth over his neck, enjoying the large mark left there. Crowley let out a whimper, but didn’t protest while he moved down his chest. Aziraphale took his time, going torturously slow before he took him in his mouth with an impressive amount of skill.
“Aziraphale!” He tugged at his hair desperate not to let it end so quickly. Aziraphale looked up at him releasing his member with a little pop.
“You sound so sweet when you beg Crowley. Do you want to be inside me, watching me ride you when you finish, or do you want me to work inside you until I fill you past your breaking point, and you spill your seed between us, begging for more, my name on your lips like a wanton whore?” Aziraphale trailed his tongue up his shaft after he spoke making it very difficult for Crowley to think.
“Well? Which is it?” Aziraphale nipped at his thigh, earning a sharp groan of appreciation.
“A, wh, I… f… ngk! fuck me, please!” He managed after a string of unintelligible noises, Aziraphale grinned, wetting his fingers before pressing gently at his rim.
“Are you certain dear.” Aziraphale swallowed him down again strangling the yes on his lips. Aziraphale moaned around his cock before plunging his fingers into him.
“Angel please, please!” He writhed under him trying to get closer, to feel more of him. Aziraphale waited until he hovered at the edge of climax before he pulled away. Crowley whimpered his hips rising up to try and reclaim the sensation.
“Not yet my dear.” He moved up his body, leaving his mark behind until he could taste his lips again. As they met in a kiss, heavy with lust Aziraphale pressed against his entrance slowly. Crowley wrapped his legs around his waist, pulling his cock fully into him.
“Crowley!” His head fell into Crowley’s shoulder as he enveloped him, as if for the first time in 6000 years he found where he belonged.
“Aziraphale! I… I love you!” Crowley struggled with the words, he would have even if it were not for the fog of ecstasy and lust, that enveloped him like a nebula of perfection. Hearing them sparked something in Aziraphale. He lost all control. He wrapped a hand around Crowley, fucking into him hard and fast until he found just the right angle.
“Crowley! Cum with me my love!” He whispered against his lips, and they fell together over the precipice, their names gracing each other’s lips. They lay together, still coupled, but sated in a way neither had been since the beginning of time.
“That was surprising.” Crowley stroked his hair gently while his soft form pressed down into him. Aziraphale sighed, reluctantly rolling free before looking up at him.
“How so?” He stretched, and nuzzled into Crowley’s chest, once again the soft, submissive side of their dynamic.
“Have you ever done that before?“ Crowley asked rather than answering him. Aziraphale shook his head.
“I’ve had lustful thoughts about you since… well if I were honest since the garden, but I’ve never given into such temptations before. Not even by my own hand.” Aziraphale blushed against his chest, suddenly feeling bashful despite what they’d just done.
“Never?” Crowley leaned up in shock, he’d certainly fallen to sin by his own hand hundreds of times over Aziraphale in the past 6000 years, maybe even hundreds in the last eleven years.
“No! It seemed so… sinful. You made it very difficult to reside in this body, and remain pious.” Aziraphale hid his face in Crowley’s chest, Crowley chuckled, laying back.
“I would never have known, I thought you might bring in whips and chains any minute angel.” Aziraphale looked up at him a bit offended.
“I would never hurt you, though I admit, the idea of having you completely at my mercy does peak my interest. Like I said, I’ve been planning this for 6000 years, and when I kissed you… all the sweet, tender things I wanted to say, and do to you vanished, and left me with only my… more carnal urges.” The words carnal urges on his Angel’s lips made Crowley, spent as he was, twitch in appreciation.
“I am happy to be at your mercy any time angel.” Crowley smirked, but the moment hung in the air, meaning more than he had meant it to. He trusted Aziraphale, he may be the only being in existence that he trusted, and if his angel wanted to be in control he was happy to oblige.
“I wouldn’t mind a balance of power.” Aziraphale held his wrists together to indicate he would enjoy submitting to Crowley’s every carnal desire just as fervently.
“Is that so?” Crowley craned his head to steal a kiss, then wrapped himself around Aziraphale much like the snake he was.
“This is our side after all, things should be equal between partners.” Aziraphale wiggled, trying in vane to get closer to him.
“I like the sound of that angel.” Crowley let his eyes drift shut, maybe he could use a little sleep after all, and when he woke he would start making up for an eternity of missed opportunity.
-The End ;) just as things are finally beginning