Author's Note: Hmm… not much I want to say…

Warnings: A badly crafted fight scene, although the authoress did her best, and a kiss between male characters, oh and one word that is used properly but could be considered offensive in another context, for example if I were talking about a woman.

Disclaimer: I own Mutt and Hound, everything else belongs to their respective owners

Crowley rammed into Hastur, almost knocking him off balance, but not quite. Hastur was balanced enough to grab Crowley by the wings and throw him across the room, slamming him into a wall and causing damage that would cause architects and contractors years later to have nightmares.

Crowley got up quickly and flexed his wings. Hastur laughed and walked calmly towards Crowley.

"Don't you understand Crowley? You have no power here, no strength, nothing. You are weak." He said leaning dangerously close to the demon.

Crowley wrapped a hand around Hastur's neck, restricting unnecessary airflow. For the briefest moment fear flashed across Hastur's eyes.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that Hastur.." Crowley said smiling that wicked grin again. He threw Hastur to the floor before clawing at him, tearing away as much decaying skin as possible with each strike. Hastur, after a few slashes was able to grab Crowley by the wrists and flip their positions. Crowley upset over the new position hissed and spat like a cat.

(I have the feeling I'm making Crowley play dirty?)

Limbs tore at one another, hitting, pulling, punching, scratching, beating, and striking. Blood flew, scattering on walls in pretty patterns across the crème colored walls, bones broke with an unnerving crack, wings folded in unnatural ways, the weapons on their rack smiled and giggled excitedly like children watching Santa pack presents beneath the tree.

Aziraphale felt sick, he couldn't see anything. All he knew was what he heard the crunching of bones, the hissing, the growling, the yells, it was all he could go on. Had he not known better he would've suspected that a wild animal was inside the apartment tearing up the demons from the sounds he was hearing.

It would've been better for Hastur had it been a wild animal.

To say Crowley was upset would be putting it mildly. Crowley was… infuriated. No one touched his Angel. Aziraphale was his. And Crowley was too much of a greedy demon to let anyone else touch so much as a hair on his head in any way he did not deem acceptable.

And Hastur had touched a whole handful of hairs.

Currently Crowley was on top of Hastur who was lying on his stomach.

Crowley grabbed a fistful of Hastur's hair and jerked his head up painfully.

Hastur winced, and saw he was in front of the coffee table, (the one with the tumblers on it).

"Tell me why I shouldn't break your neck." Crowley growled in a low voice. Crowley usually would've ended it by now. When he had fought the Angel once upon a time, this ordeal would've long been over, he'd long have broken his opponents neck, gotten off, dusted himself off and gone home. Today however was different. Today, he wanted Hastur to beg for his life, to beg for mercy, to grovel at his feet, he wanted to see Hastur break down in regret for ever thinking he could get away with thinking about Felling his Angel, especially in that way.

Hastur's eyes focused on a foggy looking being sitting atop the table. A figure he hadn't seen in a long time.

'Tsk,tsk,tsk, Hastur you fool, you're a duke, you of all people should be able to beat up this lowly demon.'

"I'm a duke." Hastur said feeling nauseous. Ligur, was right. Crowley shouldn't be able to be doing this.

"What?" Crowley asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"I'm the one with the power, the sigil around the house. No one should be able to break it, especially not you. I should have been able to kill you."

'You should've. What do you suppose happened?'

"I don't know what happened Ligur" Hastur snapped.

Crowley looked up in alarm at the mention of the long dead Demon. So his assumption was correct. Hastur believed Ligur was there, talking to him, existing

'Look, I've let this go on far enough' The Ligur-shaped ghostly apparition said.

Crowley flicked his wrist and the rack of weapons immediately bounded over to him he chose a sharp dagger and brought it close to Hastur's neck.

'Hastur, this is it. This is the end. Remember when we were last together.'

"Yes." Hastur said

Crowley stopped himself from slashing open Hastur's neck and watched curiously as Hastur continued his conversation.

'Remember, you got stuck walking Mutt, and obviously Hound just HAD to come along. We decided to take them up to earth for a bit?'

"Yes Ligur, I remember," Hastur said with a slight smile on his face. "Hound ran into the park and went to go mark trees like a man, and Mutt just stared at her. Then they pulled their leshes out of our hands and we had to go running after them."

'Then what happened Hastur?'

"Remember? We were chasing them and they ran into a pond with ducks in it. Then they got out and chased each other dry in the park, and we just stood there laughing at them."

'Remember what I asked you?'

"You asked me if I thought the dogs were in love. And I said you were an idiot. Hound was a bitch incapable of loving anyone."

'Remember what I said.'

"Yeah, your dumb self said that just because hound never showed any love didn't mean she didn't love Mutt. You said that Mutt obviously loved her, he showed it all the time the way he was always sniffing at her and warming her bed for her before she got off work, and giving her the choicest bits and bones when we fed them."

'But you said that it didn't matter, Hound didn't love Mutt. She was just using him.'

"Well, she is."

' But then I asked you Hastur I asked 'Using him for what Hastur? You know they have a kid together. Hound is the size of a pit bull! Mutt is a Chihuahua! HE IMPREGNATED HER! Other than it being near impossible, it happened, even when Hound had all those other Hell-hounds to choose from. She chose Mutt. She loves him, even if she doesn't show it.' You remember that don't you?'

"Yes"

'What did I ask you next?'

"You asked me if I knew that you loved me."

'And what did you say.'

"I said I had known for a while now."

'What did I say?'

"You said you knew you loved me too. And I laughed. I said Dukes of hell don't love, they lust. And then I teased you for having feelings."

'And then what?'

"And you just smiled and said that it was alright if I teased you and laughed because you knew I loved you even if I acted like Hound."

'Right.'

"I love you Ligur."

'I know.'

"No you don't, you died, and I never showed you, I never told you, I used you, I made excuses, I said it was lust, I never acknowledged that I loved you."

'Yes you did.'

"No I didn't!"

'Yes you did Hastur, you chose me. You could've had any other demon in hell, but you chose me, a nameless demon, you Felled me so I could be with you. You chose the rabies infested red-eyed mangy Chihuahua terrier mix.'

Hastur stared at his lover for a moment, realization dawning on him.

'Remember what happened next?'

"I grabbed Mutt. You grabbed Hound. We were walking out of the park when a pit bull walking towards us started lunging at Hound. Mutt got hyper and started barking at the dog. The dog grabbed Mutt and killed him."

'We weren't too worried we knew where he'd end up.'

"But hound wasn't all too happy. After killing the dog, biting it's owner, being taken by animal control, attacking the handler, she was euthanized. But we knew where she was ending up too."

'Yeah, but we weren't sure. And surely they weren't sure. They're just dogs. Whatever Hound thought, she probably didn't expect to get back home. She probably expected to die. She didn't care. She wanted to be with Mutt. Remember what she did with Mutt's body just before animal control came?'

"Yeah, she pawed at it, and licked it and moved it to her side to warm him up, it was pretty cold that day. She thought she could just wake them up. And when animal control took his body away, she whimpered. And then she attacked the handlers."

'Right.' Ligur said. Hastur glanced at the tumblers. He understood where Ligur was going with this.

Crowley sat back and watched and listened. Hastur truly thought Ligur was there. Who knew, maybe he was. Crowley thought to himself. He wouldn't put it past whoever was in charge of supernatural entities to screw around with people's minds like this. He loosened his hold for all of a millisecond and Hastur used this slight opportunity to escape Crowley's hold. Quickly he grabbed a glass and tipped back the liquid into his mouth before swallowing. Ligur smiled softly. As he watched, Hastur began coughing up blood and fell against the coffee table hacking up everything inside. Ligur watched from his perch on the table.

'See you soon Hastur.' he said as he leaned down and kissed Hastur gently before disappearing. Hastur closed his eyes as he felt lips press against his before allowing himself to succumb to the death. In that moment, Crowley realized Ligur was there, he had seen him even if it was only for a slight moment, he had seen him. Soon, all that was left of Hastur was a small stain on the carpet.

Author's Note: I avoid violent encounters like the plague, which makes it very hard for me to write well-crafted fight scenes. I hope I didn't suck too much. I hope you enjoyed! :D