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Chapter 4

While Crowley went through all his reports, making careful corrections in all of them, he reflected on his current situation. Which was very strange, considering he had never been a too insightful creature, not even when he was an angel. He wasn't thoughtful by nature; most of the time he just went with the flow and did as he pleased or what seem the simplest and smartest thing to do.

However, situations change and he needed to revaluate his views. He had always known that spending so much time with the enemy wouldn't get him anywhere. Sure, both sides benefited on the Agreement and he had gotten quite a few commendations thanks to Aziraphale's classified information. The problem was…

Well, that was exactly it. He didn't know what the problem was. Obviously, the Agreement clearly specified that both sides were strictly forbidden on smiting or tempting or anything alike the other. And while Crowley was a demon and generally didn't play by the rules, he had always felt obliged to honor the deal with Aziraphale.

So, making him Fall was against the Agreement. But said deal also stated that they couldn't mess with the other's direct orders. Meaning that no thwarting was allowed, if they had received clear and specific orders from their respective bosses. So, in a way, he wouldn't be violating the Agreement, would he?

Yet, beyond that, Aziraphale was his friend. And he cared for him. He couldn't do that to him. And even if he could, the angel wouldn't let himself to be tempted and most likely would sense something was wrong if Crowley started flirting with him out of nowhere. So no, he couldn't…

He shouldn't.

He wouldn't.

Right. Because it would go against the Agreement. Not because he had 'fluffy feelings'* for the angel. No, he certainly didn't. Never mind what his Supervisor, his girlfriend and generally people Down There thought, he certainly didn't feel anything for Aziraphale.

He re-read the report he was holding. Although… this certainly suggested otherwise.

Oh crap.

*His way of designating 'love'. He just didn't like the word, especially not used in a sentence that included his and Aziraphale's name.

Karin pinched the bridge of her nose, as she always did when something frustrated her, trying to keep her anger at bay. Lust watched her, pretending not to do so and to be immerse in his analysis of today's paper.

"Anything interesting?"

"No. Some corrupt politicians, but that's hardly anything new. And apparently London's mobile systems keep getting tied up during lunch time" he smirked "Crowley's work, undoubtedly. He was always ahead with the times…"

"Hmph"

"You didn't like him"

"It's just… well; I don't think he deserves Zira"

"Then again, nobody ever does" the Deadly Sin rolled his eyes "If I didn't know better, I would say you're still in love with him"

"I never was!" she argued, crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly "Anyway… I guess there's nothing I can do. If he has chosen him, it's his choice, right?"

"You do realize you're trying to get your friend to Fall?" he put the newspaper down and stared directly into her eyes "That's not a very nice thing to do"

"I would say that love is worth every sacrifice"

"And you're convinced they're in love because…?"

"It's obvious, Louis! You've seen it! It's painfully obvious!" she threw her arms up in the air, pacing around the kitchenette "Right now, they're having lunch at the Ritz, being all lovey-dovey without even realizing it!"

"How do you know?"

"I have my methods"

"Please, do tell me you didn't bug Aziraphale"

"It's for their own sake!"

"Karin!"

"You know what we should do? Go clubbing. Tonight"

"I-I… Y-you… what?! What does that have to do with anything?!" he truly didn't understand how her brain worked, most of the time. That was the problem with Karin; she wasn't an angel anymore but she wasn't a true demon either. She was downright exasperating, that much he was sure of.

"Well, my demon powers could use some exercising. And Zira could use a little push in the right direction. So would Crowley, for that matter"

"I'm definitely not following you"

She groaned "For being Lust itself, sometimes you're pretty naïve, my love"

Aziraphale tapped his new watch. He could swear it was buzzing, but with so much noise around them, he couldn't say for sure. Crowley observed him with middle interest, his actual thoughts somewhere far away. He hadn't got any sleep the night before; his reports grew increasingly disturbing with time. No wonder everyone Down There were sure he was in love with the angel.

"Anyway" the angel said, breaking the rather unsettling silence "You haven't told me about your new orders"

"Huh?"

"I mean, I hardly doubt Louis is just paying you a friendly visit. It doesn't seem like the sort of thing your lot would do"

"Perhaps his girlfriend just wanted to visit you. And we just… sorta ran into each other. By the way, how do you two know each other?"

Aziraphale ignored the question, determined to get the truth out of Crowley "I wouldn't find it so hard to believe, hadn't you called me two days ago, clearly worried about a meeting with one of your Supervisors"

"It's nothing, really. We're just… going through my reports, trying to work out some incongruities…"

"Incongruities?"

"Yes, angel, incongruities. It seems people Down There suspects of our Agreement"

"Oh" the other replied, non-too-smartly "Is there any way I can help?"

Crowley smirked. Oh, the angel was always so polite and helpful… if he only knew what they really thought… "You avoided my question"

"Huh?"

"The girl. Karin, I think?"

"What about her?" the demon arched an eyebrow, in a manner that said 'please'. Aziraphale huffed "None of your business, really"

"Oh? Now I'm more intrigued" he leaned closer, really meaning his words. He also felt something stirring inside him, that if he hadn't known better, he would have called it jealousy. But since he wasn't in love with the angel, why would he feel jealous?

"If you must know, we meet Up There; way before Earth and Time were created" Aziraphale sighed and looked quite sad "We worked together for years… she was one of the Guardians back in the Eden. And then we… kept on working in Earth. Until she met Louis and decided to… eh… how did she call it? Elope"

Crowley grinned "That's because we, demons, are so irresistible"

"I guess so" it might be the place's illumination, or Crowley's rather hyperactive imagination, but the demon was pretty sure the angel blushed slightly "I got really depressed after that. Eventually I figured I needed to move on but… umm… I found it hard not to keep on meeting her, even if it's only every twenty years or so…" this time he definitely blushed "Although I'm quite sure it's just out of friendship, nowadays"

His companion arched his eyebrows, almost sure his ears deceived him "Meaning?"

"Oh Crowley, it does no good to dwell on the past…"

He could have pressed the matter further yet decided not to. He wasn't sure he wanted to know, anyway. Some things are better to be left unsaid… "Shall we order another bottle of wine? This one is almost gone" he said, trying to lighten the mood and forget about their previous topic.

"Sure! But my dear… do you think it would be wise? I mean, with your Supervisor around here, maybe you shouldn't be seen in my company…"

"Well, as he said yesterday, he already knows about us" another soft blush spread across the angel's cheeks and Crowley couldn't help to smirk "I don't think it'll be an issue"

"O-Okay. If you really think so…"

Crowley's mobile phone rang. Which was funny, because he was almost sure he had left it back in his flat, since it had ran out of battery and he didn't feel like recharging it. "Hello? Oh. Right. Eh… yes, I guess. Okay. If you say so but I… I see. Well, in that case… U-hu. Right. Ten o'clock? Sure. Perfect. See you then" he hung up, looking not quite pleased.

"Is there something wrong, my dear?" Aziraphale asked, concerned. Crowley surveyed his companion with careful attention and shook his head. "Nothing wrong. We're going back to your bookstore after lunch, though"

"Eh… not that I mind but, why?"

The demon smirked "So you can change. We're going clubbing, after all"

Most people* would tell you it isn't smart trying to drag an angel into a night club. It's not really his their environment, you see, so most likely, he wouldn't agree to go. And, if by some miracle you managed to actually drag him in, said angel would be sulky** for the rest of the evening, spoiling everyone's fun.

Crowley would have never dreamed*** of dragging Aziraphale into such place, but Lust had insisted. And, who was he to question his Superior's orders?

The angel looked around, already deciding he disliked the place. It was dark, the music was loud and it smelled quite… eh… sinful. No, he definitely didn't like this place. Why had he agreed, on the first place?

A group of girls passed by and eyed them, before bursting into giggles and hurrying away, gaining a dark glare from the demon. Aziraphale tried to stifle a laugh; he knew how much his counterpart hated hearing people giggling. It was undignified and annoying, according to him.

They passed several tables, earning several looks and hushed whispers from their occupants. Aziraphale felt a bit nervous and keep pushing his blond locks away from his face. In front of him, Crowley walked as if he owned the place, not minding all the attention they were receiving.

"I really feel awkward, dear" he whispered against his friend's ear, trying to get the other to hear him above the loud music "And I think we look far too old for this place" he added, looking around and noticing the people in the club couldn't be above 25.

"You don't look that old with those clothes" the demon said, dismissing his worries "and the reason the girls are eying you is because they think you're cute"

"W-what?!"

"You do know you can block out the music's noise, right?" Crowley observed him over his dark lens, smirking widely "so you can hear what people are saying"

"B-but…"

"Come on. We need to find Louis and Karin"

Still red as a tomato, Aziraphale followed him.

*Sane people, that is.

**Which was a mood quite difficult to achieve. Demons might sulk, but angels mostly don't.

***Okay, maybe he had. But he wasn't going to admit it aloud.

After half an hour or so, they found the Deadly Sin leaning against the bar, talking to a rather attractive female. He waved at them "About time! Where the hell have you been?"

Aziraphale rolled his eyes and Crowley shrugged "Hard to find our way around here"

"Ah, I see. Not used to night clubs, Zira?"

"You know perfectly well that I don't do this sort of thing"

Lust snorted "Oh, loosen up a bit! Live a little! It won't kill you!" he roared with laughter, as he had said the funniest thing in the world, spilling half of his drink on the girl's dress "Oops. My bad"

"Never mind it" the female said, in a sultry manner "So, wanna dance?"

"Why, yes of course! I…" by his mischievous grin; it was quite obvious dancing was the last thing on his mind, so, for the sake of the woman's immortal soul, Aziraphale decided he needed to intervene.

"Where's your wife, Louis? I was hoping to have a word with her"

Both of the other males rolled their eyes and glared at him. The female eyed Louis with disgust "You're married? Figures" she slapped the demon and, flipping her hair back, she walked away.

"Ouch" the demon protested, half heartedly, before turning his attention back to the angel "That was totally uncalled for"

"First of all, I'm a Heaven's Envoy. I'm supposed to thwart your evil plans, Hell's minion! Secondly, you're not cheating on my friend!"

"Who said I was…? Really angel! After hanging around with one of us for so long, one would think you would know better!"

"I…"

"There you are!" Karin appeared out of nowhere, smiling widely "Took you long enough! Now that you're here, we should get ourselves a table, huh?" and without waiting for an answer, she started dragging the angel with her. Crowley stared at his boss, who shrugged and followed the other two. Deciding he didn't want to be left alone, Crowley did the same.

"And then he goes and yells 'where's your wife?'! Firstly, we're not married! And even if we were…" Lust was complaining loudly, while Aziraphale was gone, fetching some drinks for Crowley and himself. The other demon just eyed his Superior without interest.

"Well, you know how Zira can be, darling. So righteous and all that… Part of the job description, really" Karin was lazily tracing small circles with her hand, not paying too much attention to her companion's protests. The other rolled his eyes.

"What are you trying to do, anyway?"

"Tempting. Inciting lust, actually"

"Oh? And how is that working?"

"I would say I'm doing just fine. Wanna judge yourself?" she stopped and turned to face him, smiling. The Deadly Sin smirked "Where?"

She pointed with her head and Crowley decided to take a look too. So, following her gaze's direction, his eyes landed on a certain angel, standing by the bar.

Only that he wasn't alone. A young girl, hardly older than 20 was standing close to him. Too close, as the matter of fact. For the second time in that day, something nameless stirred inside Crowley and he clenched his fists, barely holding back a snarl.

"Really dear…" he heard Lust whispering, but it seemed to be coming from a far away land. His whole focus solely on his angel and the female talking to him "You know you're not gonna accomplish anything"

"Well, I just wanted to see if it was possible" Karin defended herself "And it's working. On her, at least. Although I'd admit it has been quite a challenge…"

"That's because you're getting her to lust after an angel" the higher-ranked demon was explaining "Most people's sex-drives get turn off when they have direct contact with a Heaven's Envoy"

"Oh, that sure explains a lot…"

Crowley wondered briefly how truthful the statement was. His surely wasn't. Wait a second. Had he just implied…? Oh, you gotta be kidding me!

Now Aziraphale was blushing madly, as the girl made an advance on him and his eyes met Crowley's among the crowd. His gaze was pleading for help and the demon was immediately on his feet, willing to comply.

Behind him, Karin smirked while Louis rolled his eyes. Trust a demon's possessive nature to get him to do something!

Crowley cleared his throat and Aziraphale looked at him thankfully. The teenager female he had been talking to gazed at the demon, but soon turned her attention back to the angel. Crowley, angered by this fact* coughed once again "Excuse me" he grunted, in a low dangerous tone.

The girl eyed him once more and he could see how much of a good job his boss' mistresses had been doing on her. Still, he was planning on walking back to the table with the angel by his side "You've been taking far too much time to get those drinks, Zira"

"I… umm… well, you see…" the angel was struggling to find the right words that would drive the girl away, without hurting her feelings. Damn him and his polite nature!

"You're far too polite, dear" he stressed the 'dear' as much as he could, without wincing. It just wasn't a very demonic word** but it seemed to be appropriate. And before the angel could do or say something, he placed an arm around his waist and pulled him close "He's not interested" he added, addressing to the female and then took the drinks that were resting over the bar and walked back to their table, his arm still around his friend's waist.

"Umm… Thanks?" Aziraphale murmured, once they were back at their table, not quite sure he wanted Crowley to let go of him. The other shrugged "You're welcome"

*And the fact she was flirting with HIS angel.

**Never mind that in the last few minutes he had heard his newest Supervisor calling his girlfriend by all sort of mushy pet-names. He still thought it wasn't demonic.

"Give up already. You're not gonna win this, cupcake"

"First of all, don't call me cupcake. Secondly, I know I can do this! I'm Lust itself, for Someone's sake!"

Karin laughed merrily and finally took notice of the 'newcomers' "So, how did it go? Did you throw a jealousy fuss or what?"

"I supposed that's how it looked like" Crowley responded, taking his seat "I was merely undoing your job"

"Oh, it's a pity. I worked so hard!" she giggled, earning a glare from the other demon "Darling, please" she said, looking at her lover.

"Okay, I do give up" he drank the rest of his beverage in just one sip, looking clearly disappointed "People this days… some of them are truly impossible!"

"What's going on?" Aziraphale asked, having finally 'recovered' from the 'lost' of Crowley's arm around his waist and figuring that since he was hanging with demons, he was supposed to thwart them.

"Louis here, was trying to get those two" she pointed at redheaded girl talking to an also redheaded male "to hook up. And failed. Miserably"

The Deadly Sin huffed and refilled his glass, empting it shortly after. His girlfriend smiled "Tried to warn you, dear. You can't mess with real love"

"What?" Aziraphale and Crowley were completely lost. What did one thing had to do with the other? They both stared at the brunette female-shaped demon, who snorted.

"Well, you see, the girl's wearing an engagement ring. Normally, people get engage when they're in love"

"Not always" Lust pointed out, with a bit of a smirk on his lips.

"Most of the times" she glared darkly "and you can't mess with that. Love is above everything, isn't it? Which means demons can't really destroy it"

"We can. We just need to work harder"

"Not real love, Louis" she argued "Zira, help me here, would you?"

"Well… Love is supposed to be the Supreme Divine emotion. So yes, I guess it can't really be messed up by demons. Not real love, at least"

Karin seemed satisfied. Lust looked sulky. Crowley felt confused "But love is messy, by definition" he argued "Just look at any famous lovers. They always have their lives turned upside down and they always have a tragic ending! Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolda…"

"You're thinking of literary couples. Real life is not that complicated" Aziraphale discussed.

"Of course it is! Love always finds a way to complicate mortals' lives! Look; since it doesn't distinguish between rich and poor and doesn't follow social's conventions…"

Inwardly, Karin was beaming. This conversation looked so promising!

Once more, Lust rolled his eyes and refilled his glass.

"I don't see why people would like to fall in love, anyway" Crowley stated, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly, indicating the conversation was over "It's just screw their lives up"

Aziraphale looked affronted and about to start yelling, so Karin figured it was time to step in "Do you remember Heaven, Crowley?"

The demon gazed at her, suddenly remembering they weren't alone, nor in Aziraphale's backstore. And this wasn't a drunken conversation like the ones they always had. This actually seemed to have a deeper meaning "No. We're not supposed to" he pondered the question for a couple of seconds "do you?" he questioned, with some hesitation.

"I wake up there everyday" the Fallen Angel explained calmly, earning a gentle nudge from her lover and making Aziraphale gasp dramatically "And that's why humans can spend their whole lives searching for love. They want to taste Heaven while in Earth"

"Now, that's corny" Crowley dead-panned.

"That's blasphemous, Karin!" Aziraphale exclaimed, scandalized.

She smiled secretively "And yet so very true, hon. So very true"

I think I rather like this chapter. Especially the ending. Somewhat corny, I guess, but so very me! LOL

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