Of the Nature of Daemons and Angels.
Crowley licked his lips and gazed across the bar at Azirvaphale who looked mildly uncomfortable.
"having a good time?" Crowley asked setting a beer in front of Azirvaphale.
"ah… well," the angel shifted in his chair to stop himself seeing the man who had been staring at him for the past half hour.
"that guy bothering you Azirvaphale?" Crowley said half standing up.
"um…. Oh don't start anything."
"no. no cores not." Crowley said walking across the room to the man at the bar. The man was tall 6'2" 6'3" his black hair cut short and earrings running up and down one ear. His eyes flitted from Azirvaphale as Crowley started to walk towards him and picked up his vodka and sipped it. Crowley stopped in front of the man squaring his shoulder blocking the last view of Azirvaphale.
"Look fucker the blond is mine."
"you know some people treat their boyfriends like people not property." The man murmured raising a long thin eyebrow and setting his vodka down on the counter. He stood and brushed past Crowley and walked strait to Azirvaphale who sat running his long thin index finger around the lip of the bottle. The man bent down and smiled at Azirvaphale, " hi I'm Alan. When you get tired of this guy this is my number call ANY time. really." Alan wrote a number down on a napkin and put it in Azirvaphale's pocket flashed a grin of white teeth and walked out of the bar.
Crowley's hand twitched. His first instinct was to walk out the door and beat the living shit out of Alan, his second was to turn Alan in to a pile of toads. Both seamed appealing and both seamed utterly useless. Crowley shook his head and went back to the booth. Azirvaphale blushed and drank his beer looking as if he would like very much to sink into the floor.
"he thought we were a couple." Azirvaphale said looking Crowley in his yellowy eyes.
Crowley's hart raced, of cores it did. It did the same thing every time Azirvaphale brought up love, "funny."
"I thought so."
Crowley looked out the window and saw the clouds massing on the horizon, "looks like we're in for rain"
"so it dose…"
Crowley could have died. Weather! Why in hell was it so hard to tell Azirvaphale he wanted to fuck him? It wasn't like him…. Of cores then again, it wasn't like Azirvaphale to sleep around. A song came on and a smile attached itself Azirvaphale's face, "No Mercy." He murmured as his foot tapped on the floor.
"odd band for an angel to like." Crowley laughed to himself.
"I think I'm going to go dance."
"uh…" Crowley half stood then sank back in his seat as Azirvaphale walked off quickly. Azirvaphale looked like temptation its self dancing, funny that things work out that way, blissfully unaware of the other dancers lost in the music's twisting dreaming.
Where do you go my lovely?
Crowley was on his feet before he knew it, they carried him to Azirvaphale's dancing form and captured his hands twisting him in a twirl.
Where do you go? Whoa-oh-oh-oh-way-oh I want to know. where do you- where do you go?
The guitar picking their steps before they had decided them. Azirvaphale's eyes were shut gently lost in some angelic fantasy. Crowley caressed his face and leaned down to kiss the soft angelic lips of his obsession. The song ended and Azirvaphale opened his eyes. Crowley dropped his hands and straitened his back in a flash and walked out of the bar. Azirvaphale stood motionless in the middle of the dance floor.
Crowley passed back and forth in front of the bar's doors and his hand in his hair hissing softly arguing over the point to himself. The point was that Azirvaphale was driving him mad with sexual frustration. It wasn't just a fleeting desire that puts one off step, it was always there. In the every 10 seconds a human male thinks about sex Crowley thought about Azirvaphale. And possibly the most maddening thing of all was Azirvaphale didn't notice a thing about it. The dam angel took being nice to him in stride. Like everyone just went around being nice to each other. Hell if that was true Crowley would still be an angel.
"bugger." Crowley hissed and pulling his hand the rest of the way threw his hair shoved it in his pocket and strode off in the general direction of his flat. Inside Azirvaphale sat at the booth, he sighed and picked up his jacket and walked outside he looked around briefly then moved in an opposite direction towards his own flat. It began to rain. Azirvaphale put his long jacket over his head and began to run. Crowley flicked up his collar and continued to walk with the distinctive heir of a man that would be going home to nothing special to do nothing special and who would much rather be elsewhere.
A/N: alrighty right. I'd love reviews unless you're going to bitch at me for not having enough description then don't bother. Actually you know what forget what I just said review any way you like. sigh please keep in mind however that my beta is in a coma at the moment and I haven't found a replacement yet. Oh but if under any conditions you tell me to get longer chapters I'll just about shoot myself. The chapter is the length it is too bad if you don't like it. Well I've sufficiently made myself sound like a bitchy preteen shudders ///o adios.
