Part 3: Crowley & Aziraphale
it only took me three years but i finished it wooo! i also ordered the book so i can. read it. anyway my take on their relationship was crowley always knew what was Up with aziraphale like ofc hes in love w crowley look at him. look at the way he looks at him. but crowley goes tOo FaSt FoR hIm so he was waiting for zira to say something. and thats what i THINK. anyway glad for this to be up and out there, it was a delight to do writing again bc im pretty busy otherwise and its fun to write these two, theyre kinda nuts. anyway enjoy!
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The meeting was awkward at first, to say the least. Neither would make eye contact long enough with the other to make headway into their conversation- in fact, the extent of it was definitely, "Things went well?" "Yep. Still alive?" "Yep."
Aziraphale swallowed nervously and asked, "Anyone around?" Short, clipped.
"Nope."
Silence, then both turned to make almost peripheral eye contact, Crowley reaching out an unsteady hand as Aziraphale does the same. Crowley's too focused on not sweating through his clothes to notice Aziraphale's blush as they grasp hands, then shudder imperceptibly as they switch back, both taking the time to stretch when they're back in their own bodies.
Aziraphale doesn't quite know what's up, but notices something different about his own body, then shakes his head to ignore it. Crowley's doing the same thing, and he can almost feel something in his-
Huh. Maybe the angel did a little exploring, or he hadn't fixed his body up well enough before giving it to the angel and now his angel knows-
He coughs then, interrupting his own train of thought and impending panic attack, hoping Aziraphale won't notice. Aziraphale's having his own crisis, the story of getting Michael to miracle him a towel and asking for a rubber duck dying in his throat as he realizes what's different about his body is it feels… sticky.
Uh.
Fuck, Crowley thinks, distract him, no body talk-
"Could I tempt you to a spot of lunch?" Cool, okay, we've still got it.
The question pulls Aziraphale out of his spiraling train of thought and he gathers what's left of his sanity to joke, "Temptation accomplished!"
The implications of this sentence are either lost on Crowley or he ignores them, getting up to start swaggering towards a restaurant.
Crowley has other thoughts on his mind, actually, wondering exactly how he's going to get his angel to admit to what he's definitely done in his body.
"Have a fun time down in hell?" he asks, slowing to the angel's pace.
Aziraphale starts, then smiles and answers, "Yes, actually. It was odd that the archangel Michael was down there, though."
"Right, I saw one of the demons up with me in heaven. Really cemented their side and the end of the war, though," and our side, Crowley thinks that which needn't be said.
Aziraphale's lips curl up and he says, "Yes, I suppose it did."
"Guess we didn't need all that time though, yeah? Your bookshop's being back was a little miracle of Adam's, I'm sure. I went back there- wasn't sure where else to go."
Aziraphale is delighted, and responds, "Yes, the Bentley's Adam's miracle as well! We must thank him somehow."
"Ah, you went to my flat?"
"Yes. You have the most beautiful plants-"
Crowley spins towards Aziraphale, eyes narrowed behind his glasses. "You didn't talk to them, did you? Say anything angelically encouraging?"
"No, no, I wasn't there long, I just-" Aziraphale interrupts himself before he can say exactly what he did in Crowley's flat, flushing a light pink. "No, I didn't talk to your plants."
Crowley grinned- got 'em. "You know I can sense an almost-lie, angel." Can he really? Unimportant, he's trying to trick the angel into giving him information. "You were there for a few hours. What could you have been doing if you weren't talking to the plants? Surely you wouldn't go snooping, angel."
Aziraphale's blush darkens and he laughs nervously. "Of course not! I- well, you see- I, uh, read books?"
"Nice try, angel, I don't have any books out in the open. Couldn't let someone in and see them, tarnish my spotless reputation," Crowley grins, eyes trained on the increasingly-flustered angel now.
"Alright! Alright, I- I did go- snooping- and I found your books, I thought it was lovely that you kept some from my shop, although I don't know how you got them, no one's supposed to actually own the books from my shop besides me-" Aziraphale trails off, now trying to change the subject.
"And that's all you did, then? Read my books that I haven't read and you can never prove I have?" Crowley asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes," Aziraphale replies firmly. He doesn't love lying, but he also doesn't love Crowley finding out what Aziraphale really did while in his body… at the very least, he'd get teased for millennia, and at most, Crowley would never want to speak to him again.
He couldn't have that.
Crowley hums in response, mulling over options. So, the angel wants to avoid the truth, then? He could present the evidence- so to speak.
"Angel, you know when we switched bodies, we switched bodies, yeah?" Crowley asks, casual enough to catch Aziraphale off-guard.
Aziraphale frowns, but can't seem to figure out why the change of topic or what the demon was playing at. "Yes?"
"So you had my body, and then you gave it back."
"Yes."
"Meaning I got my body back from you, who had it before-"
Aziraphale sighs, "Yes, what are you getting at?"
"So if you were to, say, do anything to my body while you had it, I could feel it," Crowley shrugs.
"As could I, what are you-" Aziraphale stops in his tracks then, as he realizes why his own returned body might feel the way it does now… and a full-body blush takes over.
Crowley just stops and smiles indulgently at the angel in front of him, watching him go through the five stages of denial within three seconds.
Aziraphale stutters, "But- you- I- I did- you- in my body! How could you!"
"Eh, you did the same in my body, angel. It's not like you have the higher moral ground, like you usually do," Crowley grins.
"I didn't- I mean, well, I- your body reacted, I didn't mean to- it's- we're not having this conversation here, Crowley!" Aziraphale exclaims, wringing his hands and avoiding any and all eye contact with the particularly smug demon in front of him.
"Well, all right then," Crowley shrugs, then whips up a miracle to pretty much teleport him and Aziraphale back to Crowley's flat. "Lunch is off, then?"
Aziraphale throws his arms out, winded and startled by the sudden transportation, then puts his hands on his hips to glare at the demon. "That isn't what I meant, Crowley!"
"Ah, right, lunch is back on, then? In fact, I think I see a pretty good lunch right in front of me," Crowley grins as he flirts easily- Aziraphale can leave if he wants, but since he's still here…
Aziraphale flushes an even darker shade as Crowley's meaning sinks in and he argues, "You know what I meant, I- I don't- you think you can just- just- teleport us to your flat and- hit on me? Have your way with me, whatever you want?"
"Wuh- well, I was hoping the other way around, but whatever you want, angel," Crowley's grin widens. "You can leave at any time you want, 'Zira, I'm not stopping you," he continues, starting to saunter towards the angel.
Aziraphale's mouth gapes, as he starts to hesitantly walk backwards- this is all happening very fast, but really, it's been happening for 6000 years, hasn't it?
"Now. Do you want to tell me what you did to my body, angel? I mean, I can feel it, of course, but I want to know. You found my drawer, didn't you?" Crowley's getting close, now, backing the angel up into the wall.
"I- I-" Aziraphale can't even respond, too flustered, and he lets out a small noise as his back hits the wall.
"Oh, don't be so modest, 'Zira. Was it my things that got you excited, hm?" Crowley asks, clearly about the toys, now inches from Aziraphale. "Thinking about me using them? Please, I know my body. Maybe even just seeing them got you excited. Maybe you were thinking about me using them on you… or you using them on me."
Aziraphale still can't respond, brain overloading with information as his eyes unwittingly drop to Crowley's mouth.
"Well, I can tell you I had an absolutely delightful time in your body. I was worried that you would get upset, but clearly not," Crowley's eyes drag down and up Aziraphale's almost thrumming body. "Only wanted to take a nap in that bed you never use for sleep- but it did smell like you." He leans forward, an inch from the angel now, to sniff at his neck. "You can't pretend you're an angel either- well. Do you use it to touch yourself? Think about me, even?"
"N- n-" Aziraphale almost gets out another lie- no- but being this close to Crowley means his words aren't working anymore.
"Oh, 'Zira, you wouldn't lie to me, would you? Angel? I wouldn't lie to you- I explored your body. You make the most delightful noises when you're being touched, angel, and I know how sensitive you are now-"
Crowley is cut off abruptly by Aziraphale's hands latching onto his jacket to yank him down and smash his mouth against the demon's. Very violent.
Crowley's teasing thoughts come to a sudden halt as his brain goes oh he's kissing me kiss back or something, and then he's able to press the angel's body to the wall with his, responding eagerly to the kiss. Aziraphale sighs into the kiss, brain functions at least operating as his mind is suddenly occupied by the feel of Crowley's lips against his.
Crowley doesn't hesitate to slide a thigh between the thighs he had occupied not that long ago- no, not like that- and press up against Aziraphale's crotch. Aziraphale makes a muffled moan, hips slowly starting to rut against the demon's thigh.
Crowley lets out a chuckle, abandoning Aziraphale's mouth- which Aziraphale lets out a wine at- in favor of his neck, lips and teeth attaching themselves to make a mark on his angel. His.
Aziraphale's hips stutter against Crowley's thigh, hands coming up to tangle in Crowley's hair as he chews on his lips to muffle a moan.
Crowley grins as he leans his head back, admiring the darkening mark he made on his angel's neck. "Oh, don't bother keeping those noises in. I heard them, remember? And who knew you were such a dirty angel, hmmm?"
At the comment, Aziraphale flushes and moves his hands to his face to hide in them, muttering half-assed arguments into them.
Crowley tuts and takes hold of the angel's wrists, moving to pin them against the wall. Aziraphale moans at the feeling, eyes shuttering closed as he resumes rubbing up against Crowley's thigh.
"That's it, angel. Feels good, doesn't it? Did you think about this when you thought of me?" Crowley asks, only half-joking/teasing, leaning forward to nibble on the other side of the angel's neck.
"Yes," Aziraphale suddenly gasps out, leaning his head to give the demon better access. "I- I- I did- think about you, I wanted you to- pin me up against the wall like this, or against your bed, do whatever you want to me…"
"That's what I like to hear," Crowley's grin widens, but he lets out a moan as, while thrusting against his leg, one of Aziraphale's thighs brushed up against the demon's tented crotch.
"That's it, dear, let me hear you," Aziraphale all but begs, opening his eyes to watch the demon's face contort in pleasure.
"You already did," Crowley chuckles, but that also turns into a low groan as the angel rubs up against him more purposefully now.
"Darling- please- can we- bed-" Aziraphale gasps out, ignoring Crowley's cheeky comment in favor of grasping the demon's face with both hands to pull him into a kiss, then generally pushing him towards the direction of the bedroom.
Crowley walks eagerly backwards, but then regrets his pants decision as the fabric rubs uncomfortably against his dick. "'Zira- angel- c'mon-" he gets out before unbuttoning his pants with a gasp of relief, then immediately gets his hands in the angel's hair to tug him along. Aziraphale seems to like it anyway, letting out low-pitched moans into the demon's mouth, hands moving to fumble at his own clothing.
"That's it, love," Crowley grins predatorily, backing the angel up against the wall outside his bedroom, unable to keep going because he needs to feast his eyes on the skin slowly revealing itself to him.
"Crowley," Aziraphale whines, but keeps undressing nonetheless, soon bare-chested and panting before Crowley. The demon stands there, gaping at all the bare skin in front of him, before another whine from the angel kicks him into action and he presses his body against the other's, mouth attaching itself to a now visible collarbone.
"Crowley- if you don't- ah!- if you don't stop now, I- I'll- before we even get to the bedroom," Aziraphale moans, going week in the knees at the press of Crowley's definitely-not-100%-human teeth against his skin.
"Right," Crowley groans, regrettably extracting himself from his angel before tearing off his jacket and shirt, then tugging Aziraphale into the bedroom. Aziraphale smiles shyly and sits primly down on the bed- as primly as he can considering he's topless and hard- but Crowley isn't having any of that and pushes him down on his back, then crawls on top of him to straddle him.
"Crowley- I-"
"Tell me what you did," Crowley growls, tented crotch now set firmly against Aziraphale's.
The angel chokes out a moan, eyes rolling back into his head, then manages a, "Hmmm?" that might've been mistaken for another moan.
"Tell me what you did in my body."
Aziraphale's eyes roll back forward just to give Crowley an incredulous look. "You know what I did in your body. You said- you said you could… feel it."
"But I'd like to know specifics, angel," Crowley grinned sharkishly then, grabbing the angel's wrists as earlier to pin them above his head while he grinded almost torturishly against him.
Aziraphale squeezed his eyes shut, a flush crawling down his body as he remembers his time spent in Crowley's body. "I… I… I saw your toys…"
"Yes?"
"And I… I may have touched my- your- whoever's… cock… before using one of the smaller toys…"
Crowley groans, grip tightening on Aziraphale's wrists as the imagery fills his mind.
"I teased… that spot inside your body, and then used one of the- vibrators…"
"Fuck, angel," Crowley gasps, hands removing themselves to remove his own pants, squirming on top of Aziraphale and unintentionally putting pressure on the other's pants tent. Aziraphale groans and starts to undo his own pants, but Crowley beats him to the punch, playfully smacking the angel's hands out of the way and pulling off his pants, and then, with a nod of consent, his underwear.
"You're… not wearing underwear," Aziraphale says- more of a question than a statement, but Crowley grins nonetheless.
"Does that make you uncomfortable, angel? Make you think about all the times you sat next to me, not knowing I wasn't wearing anything under my pants?"
Aziraphale lets out a "hrngkh" sound in response, grabbing Crowley's hips and pulling him forward to brush their cocks against each other. Crowley groans at the touch and takes both their cocks in his hand, stroking them almost in time with his hammering heartbeat.
"Crowley- dear- slow down- I'll- I'm-" Aziraphale gasps out, back arching into the touch as his senses are quickly overwhelmed.
Crowley does slow down in response- he doesn't want this to end so soon after finally getting their clothes off, and getting to touch Aziraphale- and slows his stroking, leaning down to lick a stripe up the side of the angel's neck.
"Crowley, that's not slowing down," Aziraphale whines, but tilts his head to the side anyway to give access to the demon. He can feel the vibrations against his neck as Crowley chuckles, and can't help but buck against Crowley's hand. "Dear, please-"
"Please, what? What do you want me to do?" Crowley purrs into the angel's neck, then slides down to flick a snake-y tongue over a hardened nipple.
"I want- ah- want you to- touch me-"
"I am touching you, angel."
"Oh, you know what I mean-"
"No, I don't," Crowley grins wickedly, moving to the angel's other nipple to bite it lightly, enough to garner a gasp from the body under him.
"Your- your toys-" Aziraphale whispers into his hands, face bright red.
"You're going to have to speak up a little, I can't hear-"
"Your toys, use them on me!" Aziraphale removes his hands from his face and all but shouts, eyes now resolutely glaring at the demon.
Crowley stops moving entirely for a second, shocked enough by the proclamation, drawing a whine from the angel underneath him that spurs him into action. "No, absolutely, right," he murmurs mostly to himself, moving down Aziraphale's body to mouth at his erection.
"Crowley!" Aziraphale does shout then, hips bucking up at the touch and hands fisting in the sheets. "Don't- if you- I'll-"
"I know, I know," Crowley gripes, but keeps his touches light, almost butterfly kisses against the cock in front of him as he miraculously lubes up his fingers to slide them into the angel.
As Aziraphale moans and goes rigid at the touch, Crowley mumbles, "Y'know, the one thing I didn't do in your body was this, but I suppose that's fine now that I get to hear you."
Aziraphale whines out the demon's name, hips starting to thrust down onto Crowley's now two fingers (his hole is definitely miraculously easier stretched than normal), cock slapping against his stomach with his thrusts. Crowley's grin presses against said cock, considering wrapping around it before the demon decides to tease the angel's prostate instead. Aziraphale moans, high-pitched, squeezing around the demon's fingers and arching his back, tossing his head back and forth.
"You make such a pretty picture."
"Mmmm- Crowley- don't tease-"
"You look so good around my fingers," Crowley murmurs, then can't stand waiting anymore and draws his fingers out of the angel (prompting a needy whine) to grab his toys from the drawer.
"You use this one?" Crowley asks, raising an eyebrow as he holds up the vibrator from earlier, as it had been at the forefront of his collection.
Aziraphale mumbles an embarrassed, "Yes," hard cock bobbing against his stomach as he shifts around on the dark sheets.
Crowley gives him that half-amused smile and moves back between his legs, fingers sliding against his hole teasingly ("Crowley!") before finally sliding the vibrator in, pressing it against the angel's prostate and turning it on, then immediately sucking his cock down to the root.
Aziraphale gives a surprised shout, hips almost bucking up except for the demon's grip on his hips pinning him to the bed, pleasure just this side of too much as it all hits him at once, and Crowley really only sucks a couple of times before Aziraphale is moaning out, "Ah- ah- mmm- Crowley!" and he wails the demon's name as he shoots down his throat.
Crowley swallows it down, working the angel's cock until it goes soft and sensitive in his mouth and he doesn't have even time to take a breather, barely has time to take the vibrator out, before Aziraphale is pulling him back up his body, mouth attaching to the demon's and swallowing his moans as Aziraphale fits his hand around the other's cock.
"How are you- even- I just gave you the best orgasm of your life- and you-" Crowley gasps into the other's mouth, feeling Aziraphale's lips curl into a smile as his hand spreads the dribbling precum down his length.
"You liked that, hm?" You're already so close, come the implied teasing words from Aziraphale, but Crowley can only nod and groan in pleasure, hips stuttering against the angel's hand as he thinks about how hot he looked, thrusting against Crowley's face, the noises he made while Crowley teased him open-
"Aziraphale," Crowley gasps out the angel's name in a low groan as he spurts onto his hand, hands fisting in the sheets while Aziraphale strokes him through it. When he's done, all his limbs relax at once, basically melting into a puddle in the bed.
"I suppose… you want to make this official?" Crowley talks into the sheets, half-hoping the angel won't hear him and he won't have to admit anything. Just in case the angel… doesn't feel the same. Oh no, what if it's a one-time thing.
"This isn't a one-time thing, Crowley," Aziraphale murmurs into Crowley's hair, and the demon spares a second to wonder if the angel can read his thoughts, before realizing what he just said. "I… well. We're on our side now, I suppose, I can say it. I love you."
The words take a moment to process in Crowley's head, and then he laughs into the sheets. "I know."
"What?"
"I know, angel."
"What do you mean, you know?"
"Well, I've loved you for 6000 years, you'd think I'd know what pining for the sworn enemy looks like on someone's face. I didn't want to push you 'cause of your… different sides thing. So."
"6000 years?" The angel sounds so softly shocked that Crowley removes his face from the sheets to look into his eyes- of course that's the one thing he picked up on.
"Yes, angel. I love you too," he grumbles- not quite good with words or emotions yet- and steals a kiss from the gob-smacked angel's lips, then settles curled against him.
There's silence, then a smile graces Aziraphale's face and he cuddles close to his demon.