OK, phew. Done. Hope I did these two justice, they deserve a happy ending I think.
Aziraphale paced the room. It was a cliché thing to do when you are nervous, particularly if you happen to have your hands clasped behind your back and keep muttering to yourself, therefore the angel was currently running them through his hair and pausing now and again to look out the window. It made the situation feel a bit more original. In fact the whole affair wasn't as new as he would have liked. Aziraphale had been in a similar state of mind before after getting a little too comfortable with the demon. They seemed to be stuck in some sort of loop. It would start off fine, such as the summer of 1939, and then one of the pair would over-think the whole arrangement and freak out.
To be fair, thought Aziraphale, I was the one of ran away from it last time. The two had then spent a decade avoiding each other, busying themselves with work (Crowley more so) before tentatively resuming their friendship. It was so frustrating! Aziraphale finally ceased pacing and curled up on the sofa, chin resting on his knees. He wanted the demon back. He wanted to hold him and be held. He tried wrapping his arms around himself but it wasn't the same. He recalled what Crowley had said about human emotions, about love. He had almost given up on the idea but that sweet feeling of closeness and warmth he had felt when Crowley had placed a cold hand on his blushing cheek...a spark of hope had awakened within him. Now, alone again, it had faded almost completely.
Crowley took the stairs three at a time. His breaths would have been rushed and fast had he been breathing.
Aziraphale sighed and threw his head back where it connected and bounced against the couch. Unbuttoning his shirt, he ran a perfectly manicured hand over his chest and turned his head to look at the door. He wished the handle would turn. Perhaps his subconsciousness had heard the footsteps before his ears did. The handle was wrenched down and the door flew open.
Crowley stood illuminated in the doorway, the sunlight from the window opposite drenching him in a warm glow. His cheeks were red, presumably from running, and his eyes were wild. He took a small step forward. Aziraphale stood up, he could hear his pulse in his ears. He licked his suddenly dry lips.
"I thought..." he began but Crowley was moving forward confidently now. He closed the gap between them with four large strides and crashed his lips against the angels. Aziraphale's eyes widened at the unexpected force as he felt the man's parted lips moving against his own. He closed his eyes and smiled, permitting the demon's forked tongue entry. The angel, running his hands up the demon's chest gratefully, allowed himself to be pushed back onto the couch. Crowley, tongue still exploring the other's mouth, shrugged out of his shirt and pressed himself against Aziraphale. He raised his eyebrows as he felt two hands begin to unfasten his belt hurriedly. The angel was obviously as eager as he was.
Aziraphale's mind was racing. He'd come back! His Crowley had returned! His fingers fumbled with the demon's belt buckle, rendered clumsy and useless by excitement. They had never been as close as this before and Aziraphale was determined to stay entwined and locked together for as long as possible. The warmth, the proximity, the passion was much more than he had ever experienced before. His mind was clouded with thoughts of Crowley, impure thoughts, his inner angel corrected him, and he let his urges take over. Crowley was somewhat surprised to find Aziraphale so responsive, pleased but surprised. he sensed the other man's frustration at not being able to undo his trousers so he reached down and unfastened it with one hand, the other sliding along the inside of Aziraphale's thigh, cupping him. Aziraphale gasped at the sensation. This, plus the fact that the demon's lips were now working their way down his neck and along his collarbone, forced a soft moan from the angel. Crowley grinned. He waved away the last on their clothing with a flick of his wrist, Aziraphale's shirt buttons had been getting on his nerves. The angel looked down at his bare flesh and then up into Crowley's suddenly wary eyes.
"Don't...stop..." he panted. He felt Crowley's doubt creeping over him. He sat up and pulled the man into another deep kiss, anxious not to lose the moment. Crowley embraced him also but Aziraphale was conscious of the man's arms hanging by his sides, unlike his own hands which were stroking his chest and neck. He pulled away, unwillingly, at last and looked into Crowley's snake eyes.
"What?"
"I don't want you to be punished," admitted Crowley. It had crossed his mind during their kiss that he might not be the only one to be punished by his superiors. Aziraphale half smiled before leaning forward again.
"I don't care," he whispered into Crowley's neck. They resumed kissing, Crowley more eager this time but he was surprised to find Aziraphale had maneuvered him into a more compromising position without him noticing.
"Zira - ?" he grunted, only the waver at the end of his voice suggesting it was a question. Aziraphale smiled. He looked heavenly in the morning glow, his blond curls standing on end, framing his face like a halo. He watched over Crowley from above him and then, kissing and licking and sucking his neck then nipples, his tongue traced its way down the length of the man's body. Crowley sat up very quickly as a wet kiss was planted on the bulge between his legs. A hand reached up and pushed him firmly down.
"Zira..." hissed Crowley again, his eyes closing in satisfaction. Aziraphale was on his knees now, his head bobbing in time to his racing heart, faster and faster with each movement sending shivers of ecstasy down his spine.
Crowley's hips responded to the action as though they had a mind of their own. Likewise Crowley couldn't control the sounds his throat were making. It was as if they were trying to mimic the sounds of his feelings, if only passion could make such a noise it would be a scream of bliss, of triumph, of rapture. His cries subsiding, he managed to lift his head off the sofa to peer down at the angel. He was on his knees, his eyes half closed and focused on Crowley. A voice entered the demon's head.
"Tempt the angel. Make him fall. Bring him to his knees."
He pushed himself up halfway and then collapsed as he came, heat flooding his body. Any thoughts that had collected in his mind were pushed back by a brilliant moment of elation. Aziraphale rose unsteadily to his feet before falling beside Crowley, his mouth moving along his shoulder to his chiseled jaw.
"Zira...you..." panted a breathless Crowley. He couldn't find the words the describe the sensation so he turned and kissed the angel instead so quickly that he took him by surprise.
"Come here..." Still panting with a wild look in his eyes, Crowley straddled the angel, hooking his legs around his waist. The two twisted together, locked in the position, hips rubbing, grinding faster and faster. Aziraphale's mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure, his eyes shut tight as his body responded to Crowley's intimate thrusts. Aziraphale's hands were woven tight into Crowley's hair now, his face buried deep in the demon's neck. Crowley could tell he was close, he could hardly breathe. He kept trying to speak but the only words which could disentangle themselves from the heat of his brain were 'Azzziraphale' and 'Yesss' which turned into a low sort of hiss anyway. He was sure the angel felt the same. Only moans and whispers escaped his lips and lost themselves in the moment.
He cried out. Or possibly, they both did, together. Aziraphale felt the man collapse on top of him, sweat running down his back and forehead. Crowley tried to roll over but found the angel's arms keeping him there, holding them together in a tight hug. He rested his head against the angel's heaving chest and let their heartbeats settle to mimic each others.
Aziraphale didn't care. He really didn't. The whole of Heaven could descend, but he would not let them wrench him from Crowley. He knew if his superiors found out there would be no escape, but hadn't they already faced Armageddon together once? Besides, Aziraphale felt this was much more important anyway. As Aziraphale smiled and resumed running his delicate fingers along his spine, Crowley let out a hiss of satisfaction and realised two things. The first was that he was experiencing being in love. With Aziraphale. The second, was that he didn't mind.
