Crowley thumped his fist against the steering wheel as they hurtled away from the old monastery. Not only had they spent eleven years baby sitting the wrong bloody child, but any document that may have been used to track the real anti-Christ had gone up in smoke straight after the birth!

"Bloody Hastur. Just like him to do something like this, probably thought he was being clever! Bastard"

Aziraphale winced as the demon snarled and cursed at the unfortunate development. He had really hoped that they'd find at least some written document to point them towards the missing child. And they still hadn't heard from Sophia, not even a quick 'one bell', as Crowley called it, to at least confirm that she was ok. He could feel his nerves rising once more, un-helped by the added tension between himself and Crowley after their little 'encounter' back at the manor. Aziraphale had often found himself considering what it would be like to share such intimacy with the demon and fellow angel. He'd always thought it would be tender and slow, the three of them tracing hands and whispering sweet nothings as bodies met in the oldest dance, maybe because he was an angel and he thought that sex was only meant to be like that. He was starting to wish he'd paid a little more attention to some of Sophia's masterpieces in the art of sexuality.

The incident had made his heart pound, felt weak beneath the demon's touch as he hissed in his ear with the promise of more. He had wanted it, much to his own amazement, had craved more of the same rough treatment. It had made him feel desired, a sin for any angel, and he had liked it. He should have known that Crowley would not be a gentle lover. He shivered at the thought of what could have happened if only that woman hadn't appeared when she did, a flush coming to his face and praying that Crowley would not look over at him as he tried to calm the effort beginning to manifest in his trousers. No such luck.

"Filthy little angel"

Aziraphale could have discorporated on the spot as the Bentley was swung into a lay by on the side of the road, his eyes stealing a quick glance at Crowley as the demon smiled at him, devious as his own reptilian eyes lingered on the growing tent of the angels trousers. The blond bit his lip and tried to look away, embarrassed at his own lack of control, only to have slender fingers grip his chin and force their eyes to meet.

"You enjoyed being pinned to that wall. Liked the feel of me pressed so close"

Crowley was beginning to creep closer, causing Aziraphale to press back into the car door with no escape as the demon moved his lips towards his throat, a talented forked tongue tracing a hot trail along his racing pulse point and an equally talented hand tracing along the plump flesh of his thigh, teasingly close to the source of his immediate need but never truly touching as hissed words filled his ear.

"I could have made you feel sssssoooo good, angel. If the nun hadn't interrupted ussss. Would you like that angel? Take you against that wall, begging for more while I take my time enjoying that lovely arse of yourssss, watch you fall apart when I wrap my hand around your cock and sssstroke you to the rhythm of my thrusts"

Crowley watched as the angel began to writhe under his wandering hand, the way his cheeks flushed, and his pupils dilated enough to tell the demon that his favourite hedonist was rather enjoying himself, little gasps breaking from those lips as Crowley's fingers grazed along his arousal, enjoying the whimper that broke free as those fingers began to lower the zipper.

"Please… Crowley, someone… Someone may see us. And what of Sophia?"

Aziraphale's tongue felt too large in his mouth as he was pulled free from his trousers, a hand stroking him teasingly as the angel arched into the touch, crying out as a thumb massaged the slit, smearing pre-cum along the shaft, the demon lowering his lips to place a surprisingly gentle kiss to the tip.

"No one is going to see us, angel. And don't worry, we'll find our lovely little renegade, and when we do, and all of this anti-Christ business is over… I won't be letting either of you leave my bed for a decade"

If Aziraphale had been able to form a sentence as the heat of Crowley's mouth engulfed him to the root, tongue dancing along the underside of his cock and swirling slowly along the head, sucking with purposeful pressure, yellow eyes looking up at him mischievously, he would have told him that locking them away in his bedroom was quite impossible. They had their businesses to run after all. As it was, he could only clutch at soft auburn locks and screw his eyes shut as the coil began to tighten within his stomach and the only word he could form was the demons name, called like a mantra as the devious creature began to hum against the sensitive flesh and Aziraphale lost himself to the sensation completely, spilling down the demons throat as he trembled with the aftermath of his first release. He felt like jelly as Crowley pulled away, a finger tracing along his lips to swipe a bead of the angels cum, offering the digit to the angel and purring as lips wrapped around it, sucking softly and whimpering at the taste of himself before Crowley pulled away completely.

"Like I said, filthy little angel."

Aziraphale could only give a half hearted moan of protest as Crowley willed him back into a respectable state of dress as he placed a heated kiss against his lips. He was fighting against his own raging hard-on, but he could wait. It was enough to know that he had satisfied the angel. He was not a selfish lover, far from it, and he would get his own reward once they were all back together and not fearing the end of the world.

The demon took one last look at the angel, a smile tugging upon his lip at how he still flushed as Crowley pulled the Bentley back onto the road and began to race down the deserted country lanes once more. Go… Sat… someone, he'd waited millennia to do something like that to his lovely, prudish, angel, to see him writhe beneath his touch and give in to desire as well as he gave into gluttony. It wasn't the ideal place, and they were missing a third play mate, but the taste of Aziraphale lingering on his tongue was enough to sustain him till he could truly enjoy exploring the realms of pleasure with either angel. He'd wanted this for too long to go back now, millennia of fantasising and the impending end of the world could really put things into perspective.

"Did you mean it, Crowley? Will we all be together once this is over?"

"Oh angel, when this is all over, you'll both forget what it was like without me devouring your bodies… We'll fix this, angel, I promise"

He flicked on the radio to offer them some background music as they flew through the countryside, knowing that Aziraphale would prefer Classic FM over Crowley's usual choice of Kerrang! Radio. The soothing notes of Mozart's Violin Sonata in G Major filling the car as Aziraphale pretended to conduct the orchestra with his fingers, humming happily to the music as Crowley stole little glances at the man beside him, warmth bubbling in his chest as he tried to fight the feeling of affection down half-heartedly, it really wasn't very demonic of him to feel this way.

THUD

The car came to a screeching halt as Aziraphale was forced from his happy little trance and Crowley scowled at the offensive object that had broken the tranquillity of the moment.

"You've hit someone!"

Crowley gave an indignant sniff at the accusation, turning the engine off as he spoke.

"No, correction: someone hit me"

Aziraphale rolled his eyes at the demon, completely out of his blissful state as he jumped from the car and trotted around to see what, or who, may have been struck by the old Bentley, snapping his fingers without thinking twice.

"Let there be light"

"How the bloody hell did you do that?"

A voice drifted up from the embankments at the side of the road, clearly dazed by the accident and most certainly female, a mussed up head of brown hair turning to try and see but failing as Crowley snapped his own fingers and sent a pointed look towards the angel, who ignored him in favour of helping the woman.

*Tadfield, the local pub*

"Read 'em and weep gents, royal flush"

The groan around the room only made her smug grin widen as she waved at the barman for another round before pulling the chips towards her. It wasn't like they were playing for money after all, just a cheerful game of poker in the local pub. And besides, she needed to test if she was getting her strength back.

"You've got the luck of the devil, Sophia"

With an amused chuckle, she cocked a grin at the man beside her, Robert if she remembered his name right.

"You could call it that… Now, who's ready for another round?"

She took a moment to look around the little pub as another of the group of players began to reshuffle the cards, Timothy, the one who had invited her to play when she'd been sat on her own at the bar feeling sorry for herself. There were hundreds of pubs in London, she'd been to nearly all of them over the decades, but none of them seemed to hold the same charm as this one. It felt peaceful, like it had never known a bar fight in its life, and the people were all friendly to the young woman who'd arrived under mysterious circumstances, none questioning her identity when she told them her name was Sophia Agra, the surname had been made up on the spot, she'd never used one before now but she liked it.

It was strange really, she thought as she looked at her new cards and decided to play fair for this round, satisfied that her strength was slowly returning. She knew that she needed to get back to London and let both Crowley and Aziraphale know what she had discovered now that she was feeling better, but she couldn't bring herself to leave. Almost like something was holding her to the village and blocking any final decision from being made. She quite liked it here really, she'd always stayed in the big cities of the world, but maybe it was time to give the countryside a chance? And the amount of love surrounding this village was surely the reason she was getting stronger by the hour; it could only be a good thing. Right?

*In the back of the Bentley*

"My bike didn't have gears"

Anathema couldn't help but keep stealing glances at her bike, latched to the back of the car on tartan straps and her collection of belongings scattered on the back seat beside her as Crowley sent an exasperated look towards the angel who simply gave an awkward little chuckle and whispered in a mock sing-song voice.

"Oh lord heal this bike"

"I got carried away"

Anathema couldn't really focus on the strange pair or their whispering, clutching the back of Aziraphale's seat and pointing at where she needed to be dropped off, eager to get out of the car and away from the strange pair. She had to get back to her work.

She blinked as she stepped out of the car, Aziraphale holding the door open for her like the perfect gent he was as Crowley scowled. It wasn't right for demons to go around helping people, he'd have his arse handed to him if they found out at head office.

"Oh look, you were right, no gears"

Anathema blinked in surprise; eyes locked on the bike that rested against the fence of her cottage. She hadn't seen either of the two men take it from the rack, yet there it stood, in perfect condition.

"Come on angel"

She watched as the vintage dressed gentleman climbed back into the car and it sped off once more without a second thought to her. Definitely a strange pair she thought as she made her way into the cottage.

It was only minutes later that she realised the monumental cock up that had taken place and rushed once more from the cottage and onto her bike once more, riding like she was possessed into the early morning.

How the hell had she lost Agnes' bloody book!