Author's note: Gasp! i forgot all the legal tidbits first time around! UGH! I forgot, This chapter is dedicated to all of my canadian readers. Thank you!:)

Warnings: SAME-SEX MARRIAGE! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT PLEASE GET OFF OF THIS BOOK RIGHT NOW! Actually, what the heck are you doing all the way in chapter seven in the first place? kissing, infedility, MALE LOVER ANGELS PLEASE LEAVE IF YOU WILL BE EASILY OFFENDED.

Disclaimer: Please see chapter one. Also, i add to that, that i am NOT responsible for anyone who reads this and gets offended. If i offend you with my beliefs in what is okay, don't read my stories. thank you.


After getting this far into Love lane, you come across a fork in the road. Your next step can be one of two options, either you act on your love, like Aziraphale had the first time he fell in love, or you can ignore your feelings, and pretend they don't exist. Aziraphale decided to go with ignoring his feelings. The 1900's had arrived and Aziraphale had become a master of disguising his feelings for Crowley to not only the demon but to himself as well. He was able to do this by bottling it all away deep within himself. One day Aziraphale found himself sitting in a chair near a big picture window, a book lay in his lap flipped open to a page, but Aziraphale was not reading. Aziraphale was studying the feather given to him years and years ago which now hung on a fine golden chain hanging around his neck, close to his heart.

'Maybe I should take a trip up to heaven to try to find him. I haven't been up there in so long, I wonder how it's changed. Then again, it's heaven, eternal and everlasting, it's not going to modernize like the world has been. Maybe he's been looking for me too? Maybe he doesn't know I'm on earth. Except that's silly, of course he does, if I were him, knowing there are less angels down here than up there, I'd start looking down here. No, he knows where I am, Maybe he's been busy then? I have, it's the reason I haven't just gone up to look for him.' Aziraphale thought to himself while running his hands across the feather.

As Aziraphale continued to muse he realized that the feather was much like a wedding band.
'It's just like it, proof of the exchange of a promise, evidence that we exchanged vows. Well, we didn't really exchange vows so much as tell each other we loved each other.'

Aziraphale thought back to the day he'd seen his dear angel for the first time since his First Kiss. He smiled lightly as he remembered Gader'el's exact words,

'I love you Aziraphale, I always will. Do you understand?'

Okay so it did sound like a vow. But he didn't exchange a vow too right?

'I love you too. I always will.'

Okay so they had exchanged vows, and they had given each some sort of wedding band. It wasn't like they sealed it with a kiss like Adam and Eve had.

Aziraphale once again smiled lightly. Sure it wasn't his second kiss, crawly had taken the second, and the third, all the way up to 28. But, it was the first kiss he had willingly given.

Okay, so they had kissed. But, Weddings are only true when done before… God…

"All that is holy, I do believe I'm… Married!" Aziraphale said to no one in particular but his books. He grinned happily.

'I'm married,' he thought to himself. Laughing and giggling with glee. He spread out his wings jumped through the window and headed up to heaven.

"I'm Married to an angel!" he yelled with happiness and glee and so many other good wonderful things that the world was on a happiness high for days afterwards.

Upon meeting Uriel and Raphael, you'd immediately assume two things. One, they were lovers, and two, they were Canadian. One is untrue because both angels were from heaven and were thus Heavenly, not Canadian.

"He's practically glowing eh?" Uriel said as he straightened out his suit jacket. They had been having coffee together and were sitting a quaint little shop where they served every single hot beverage known to man, angel and demon. Including certain... famous... Canadian coffee shops...

"Yup he is, I wonder why?" Raphael pondered as he dusted the crumbs from his beaver tail off his blazer.

"Maybe he's pregnant? I've never seen anyone glow so much since Mary!"

"I doubt it, he's quite the little angel."

"Well yes, then again so were we." Uriel said lightly resting his hand on Raphael's. Raphael smiled at his lover and brought the hand to his lips.

"Nah, I'd know about it if he were, we're truest brothers and all." He said as he lightly kissed the knuckles on the angel's hand.

"Should we duck? He's coming towards the table rather fast." Uriel asked pulling his hand away and miracling a cup of tea and a few biscuits for Aziraphale as Raphael materialized a chair.
By now, Aziraphale had flown practically straight into them and almost knocked down the table the two Archangels were sitting at.

"I'm married! I'm married! I'm married! Hahaha can you believe it! Me, Aziraphale, MARRIED!"

"Calm down Aziraphale, have a seat, uriel got you some tea and- wait, What?" Raphael asked confusedly, he hadn't been to any wedding.

"I'm married! I have been since the Jesus died!" he said quickly doing a sign of the cross for mentioning the death of God's Son. No one really minded, after all, heaven had gotten him back and all, but it was habit. The two Archangels followed suit and quickly asked him questions, all of which Aziraphale answered.

"Are you pregnant?" Raphael asked smiling brightly.

"What? NO! That's-, I didn't-, It was Good Friday, I couldn't have-, Raphael! What kind of question is that?!"

"Sorry little brother but, you are glowing, sort of um… filled with grace and stuff… I just thought.. it was uriels idea really." Raphael said quickly shifting the blame to his lover.

"Wait, what do you mean it was Good Friday, eh? We're in the middle of January! Good Friday hasn't arrived yet!"

"Well, I haven't seen him since I unknowingly married him."

"YOU'VE BEEN MARRIED FOR ALL THESE MILLENIA AND YOU'RE STILL A VIRGIN?!" Raphael screamed.

"Yes?" Aziraphale answered. It wasn't his fault, he didn't know he was married. He told this to his brother.

"And besides, like I said, I haven't seen him remember? That's why I came up here. To ask you to look out for him." Aziraphale said as he pulled out the feather. An angel's feather is like a fingerprint, no two wings matched in color.

"Well look out for him Zirah," Uriel said smiling.

"So, I'm assumming you're the wife?" Raphael said with a playful smile on his lips.

"No, I am no such thing!" Aziraphale said pouting.

Uriel and Raphael smiled, both taking a glance at Aziraphale's perfectly manicured hands. Aziraphale followed their gaze and thus began the argument of why his hands were like that, which lead to Aziraphale's fashion sense or lack of one. By the time Aziraphale got back down to earth, it was getting fairly late. Crowley was waiting inside the bookshop waiting for Aziraphale with a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses. This wine was the real deal though, carefully selected from one of many wine cellars hidden around the world that contained wine many millennia old. This particular wine was from the 13th century. A fine couple of hundred years for wine.

"Where've you been Zirah? Waiting for you has aged this wine more than the last few millennia have!" Crowley said annoyedly, He did not like having to wait to get smashed, but getting smashed alone was sort of sad.

"I've been to hea-,"

"Yes, yes heaven, I can smell it on you, how long were you there? You stink of it."

"A few hours, I was talking to my Brother and Uriel. Really you can smell it on me?"

"Of course I can I'm a demon. It'ss not a bad smell, it's really nice actually." Crowley said uncorking the wine bottle. Soon it would be never-ending, he thought to himself.

"That's nice, Crowley you'll never believe this!"

"You're pregnant." Crowley said after a moment of looking over at the glowing angel.

"No, why does everyone say that? Who would get me pregnant in the first place Crowley? Aside from you, I don't spend much time with many other people, and besides I'm in a MALE body, how am I to get pregnant? (This was before the whole pregnant man thing recently.)"

"Then what is it?" Crowley asked serving the wine as Aziraphale sat down across from him.

"I'm married!"

Crowley blessed as some drops of wine fell away from the cup and onto the table. Aziraphale was talking animatedly about his husband and Crowley couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of the other angel. After listening however he realized that Aziraphale was talking about him. He smiled slightly at the way Aziraphale was all lit up just for him.

'Except,' Crowley thought to himself as he watched Aziraphale. 'He's not talking about me, he's talking about the angel I was.' They were technically the same being, but they weren't the same soul, not anymore. Aziraphale was in love with an Angel, and he was a Demon.

"Let's get drunk Angel," Crowley said and handed Aziraphale the glass.

"You still smell like heaven angel." Crowley slurred

"Well, I've only been back on earth a few hours, hiccup, the smell probably lasts a few days."

"Whatdya suppose Heaven tastes like?" Crowley asked focusing on poring wine into his glass over the rims of his sunglasses. However, the glasses were impairing his vision. So he took them off and threw them to the side.

"Dolphins! Just like Dolphins!"

"You've tasted Dolphins? What is wrong with you? You're an angel! Their Mom Males just like us! Have you no respect for the hairy, live-young-producing, beasts?" Crowley asked incredulously on the verge of tears for the dolphins.

"What? No,no,no, hiccup, what I meant was, heaven tastes sweet, like the personanit-, pershonanit-, pearsonality,- the way that dolphins are, that's how. Heaven would taste sweet, nice, delicious, it tastes too good to be true but there you go, and it's all just for you, but, it's hiccup GOOD for you! Like angel's food cake! But real angel's food cake. Not the kind made from a mix, the kind made from scratch and made of love, just like that! What would hiccup hell taste like?"

Crowley thought for a moment, he wanted to make it sound just as eloquent as Aziraphale's description.

"it'ss the same." He said proud of the way he put it. "But, completely different. It tastes sweet and good and delicious, and very tempting, and it makes you want more and more, even if you know you shouldn't have so much. Like Devil's food cake made sssspecifically by me!"

An idea pops into both winged beings' heads. Immediately after, a plate of their respective cakes along with a pair of silver forks are on the table. The pair slide their cakes towards one another rather um…. Well, let's say alcohol also impairs sliding skills.

Their both about to take a bite when Aziraphale started laughing.

"What issss it angel?" the demon asks, his fork still in the air.

"Wedding cake!" he declares before giggling even harder than before and hiccupping.

"Nah angel, wedding cake is ssupposed to be fed to your spouse by hand. Your groom isssn't here."

"Oh, well I s'pose you're right." Aziraphale said sadly before hiccupping again.

"I could feed it to you. Pretend I'm your angel!" Crowley said before gesturing to the chair, and making it come closer to him until they are side by side. He places an arm around the back of the angel's chair as Aziraphale takes the Angel's food cake in hand and cuts off a mouthful. He feeds it to Crowley. Aziraphale can see the gears in his mind whirring behind his golden eyes. Up close he notices little specks of dark blue almost black in his eyes.

"Not bad, but not as sweet as heaven," he says after swallowing. "Your turn," Crowley says as he cuts into the chocolaty slice of cake in front of him.

"Say 'AH' Zirah." Crowley says as he tries to put the fork into Aziraphale's mouth.

"Ah! Ouch, Crowley, that's not my mouth."

"Hehe, sorry angel."

"Of course you ar-," he's cut off by the fork reaching its destination. Crowley watches as the Angels lips close around the bite of cake and takes it off the fork and into his mouth. He watches as the angel chews slowly savoring the taste of the chocolate and closing his eyes. The angel sighs contentedly and Crowley thinks about doing some very demonic things to the angel.

"Well that was very delicious, but, not even close to being as tempting as hell."

Crowley changed the wine into champagne and handed Aziraphale a glass of it.
"For your wedding" he said after seeing Aziraphale's confused look.

"Well our little experiment was useless wasn't it? No results could be found on what heaven and hell really taste like. I know heaven is sweeter than that. Too bad I'll never taste it." Crowley said resignedly thinking of the wonderful sweet taste that would be heaven in cake form.

"And I'll never know how tempting hell really is. Unless," he said as he turned his head to face Crowley, Crowley turned, his arm still on the back of Aziraphale's chair. Aziraphale closed his eyes as he took Crowley's chin in his own hand and brought Crowley's lips to his. Crowley is surprised for all of a second but soon he to closes his eyes against Aziraphale and kisses back. Aziraphale moves himself so that he is now straddling Crowley in the chair and the angel threads his fingers in Crowley's soft, sleek dark hair. Crowley wraps his arms around Aziraphale's waist and pulls the angel closer, running his hand against the small of the angels back relishing in Aziraphale's heavenly taste mixing with the chocolate and champagne. Crowley bites at Aziraphale's lip and the angel gasps allowing Crowley to access his mouth and taste the chocolaty mixture, almost too sweet to be real. Aziraphale can still taste the angel's food cake in Crowley's mouth and wants desperately to pretend it is Gader'el, but as the taste of hell finally reaches his senses, Aziraphale realizes he doesn't want to pretend it's Gader'el.

Soft moans escape as the kiss is deepened, the angel finally responding, to Crowley's delight, with his own tongue, and now a battle ensues in which each side battles for dominance. Aziraphale moans and shudders in pleasure again as Crowley bites on his bottom lip again. They both seem to sober as the kiss goes on and it stops almost as quickly as it started, abruptly so even, and they both utter their reasons for stopping.

"I can't let you fall."

"I'm married."

They sit there a while trying to understand what had just occurred between them. The angel seems to realize he is still on top of Crowley and so he untangles himself from Crowley before he can see the tears fall. Crowley stands up quickly afterwards. Aziraphale walks towards the stairs leading to the second floor of the shop saying in a shaky voice,

"Y-you know your w-way out," before disappearing from view.

"Night angel." Crowley says before heading towards out the door, locking it on his way out.

At his flat, Crowley tries to sleep; maybe he'll sleep the whole of this century away as well. He finds that he can't, and spends the rest of the night running his hand across the white feather given to him before the Beginning wishing he was running his hand through an angel's golden locks instead.

In a small shop in Soho, an angel tries in vain to stop the tears from flowing as he holds a blue feather close to his heart, wishing not for the first time that the angel was here with him and not simply the feather.


Author's Note: Aziraphale's marriage realization only occured because I realized I unknowingly married them. Basically his dialogue as he figures it out is my stream of thoughts as I figured it out. I thought it would be a really great way to segue into the Cake scene, which only became better with all the little marriage references. Hehehehehe, I love this chapter so much! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.