***Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters. If I did, it'd be a show on Showtime and rated NC-17.
Holy Hell
Gabriel and Crowley's relationship had gone from a sort of pig-tail pulling (Gabriel being the main instigator, naturally) to a sort of awkward acceptance (after a few months, Crowley realized the angel was harder to get rid of than roaches) to what most humans would refer to as 'fuck buddies'. They were, at the moment, engaging in the more carnal aspect of that relationship.
Crowley had his hand in Gabriel's hair, fingers tightly curled, as the angel went down on him. He liked to say that at least Gabriel's mouth was good for something and he was only partly joking; Gabriel was good. He swirled his tongue around Crowley's length like it was one of those lollipops he favored. The soft moan that escaped from Crowley encouraged him to increase his pace. He enjoyed the feeling of the demon in his mouth; it was unnaturally hot and it made him wish he could taste every single inch.
"Sometimes, I could almost forget what you are." Crowley panted out the words, brushing back a few strands of Gabriel's hair so he could look him in the eyes. Gabriel slowly pulled away, flicking his tongue against Crowley's tip with a grin.
"I'll make sure you won't forget," he said in the tone that meant trouble. Before Crowley could ask what he meant there was the sound of air being forced out of the space it had occupied. He watched as Gabriel's wings unfolded. They were gradient; black going to gray and ending with pure white. The sight filled Crowley with awe and a touch of fear.
"Impressive," he said, trying to keep his voice neutral.
With that impish grin still on his face, Gabriel ran his hands up Crowley's thighs. His wings encircled the demon and pushed him into Gabriel's arms. They came together in a clash of teeth and tongue, flesh and feathers. Normally in their little Arrangement Crowley was tops but Gabriel had the upper hand here and he intended to use it. He took Crowley's cock in his hand and began jerking him off. There was no way for him to move away from Gabriel because his wings held him firmly in place. He arched into the angel's body, hands around his back. Crowley kissed at Gabriel's neck at the same time he was brushing his fingers through the feathers. Cautiously he gave a short tug and the response from Gabriel was interesting to say the least. His hand tightened around Crowley and he moaned into his mouth.
Gabriel pushed Crowley back onto the bed, the tip of his wings on pinned underneath their combined weight. He didn't have to force Crowley's legs apart and he dug his nails into his shoulders as he slid into him. Under him, Crowley bucked up to meet his thrust pulling once again on the feathers of his wings. The sensation was that sweet mix of pain and pleasure that Gabriel loved so much. (That was part of the reason he was fucking a demon to begin with.) He thrust hard and fast, the wings creating a cocoon of heat. They were in their own world; bodies slicked with sweat and that was everything to them. The fast rocking pace. The way it felt to have Gabriel inside him and the way it felt for Gabriel to be surrounded by Crowley. The sharp pain that shoot through his body every time Crowley pulled on his wings, timing it with his thrusts. He came with a cry, forcing Crowley into him with his hands and wings. Then he collapsed on the demon's chest with a sigh of pleasure.
"Holy hell," Gabriel said kissing his skin.
"My thoughts precisely."