Notes:

Oh, dear. This is it! The last chapter. I really do hope you enjoy it.

A GINORMOUS thank you to my beta's: Azeran, Tim, and IntergalacticSuperTwink! I really can't thank you enough.

I'm getting all emotional!

***WARNING: NSFW art and a very descriptive LEMON***

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Aziraphale awoke to the sound of hurried whispers nearby. With his eyes still closed he listened carefully to see who it might be and what they might be saying, but the murmuring was low and incoherent to his ears. Though he could not understand the words, he knew it was Crowley. With great effort, Aziraphale opened his eyes. It took several tries to get them fully open, but at last, the room came into view. He was in bed like he had been for the past who knows how long.

After the battle, Aziraphale had no idea what had happened until one day he had awoken with Crowley curled up by his side, snoring. The demon had been ecstatic when he found that Aziraphale was fully conscious and brought him up to speed as much as possible before he lost consciousness again. Apparently Aziraphale had been basically asleep for a little over a year, healing.

What had transpired was this; the rebels had won the war, Satan was destroyed, many lives were lost. Though Gabriel wanted to give up his position as a leader entirely, the job was thrust on him anyway. Gabriel agreed but was already training Ramiel to take his place. He did his best to get all those who had been discorporated a new body but it had proven difficult. There just weren't as many angels and demons available to fashion corporations fast enough and so there were many restless immortals floating about the sanctuary waiting for their vessels.

Crowley's Corporation had been intact, unlike many unlucky soldiers. Minus a few cuts and bruises and a broken bone here and there, Crowley was fine. Aziraphale, on the other hand, had been severely injured. He had been dangling between life and death or rather life and destruction for many months, almost a year entirely. But those who had been assigned as Healers did their job as best they could. Even Crowley, who never left his side, spent a lot of his energy trying to get Aziraphale back into shape.

Had Aziraphale been human, he would have died or been left paralyzed, at the very least. It was still yet to be seen if Aziraphale would recover completely. Although Crowley was optimistic, other healers were of the opinion that Aziraphale would suffer his injuries for the rest of his immortal life. How much suffering was also left to be determined.

It didn't matter to Aziraphale in the least. As soon as he knew he had survived, he knew he could not ask for more. The fact that his corporation had been healed and restored was a bonus he was truly grateful for because he cherished Crowley's warm body against his, his moist lips when he dared kiss him. Even if it meant having to manage his pain for the rest of his life, it was worth it, it was all worth it to be with the one he loved above all. Besides, a big part of Aziraphale still felt like he deserved the injuries and the pain for all the wrong he had caused, for losing faith, for losing his grace, for wronging Crowley for so long especially. Crowley would not have understood, so Azirpahle kept silent about it. Because of their relatively new connection, however, Crowley already knew but did Aziraphale the kindness of never speaking on it. Instead, Crowley used actions and loving words to show how much Azirapahle was worthy of being alive and loved.

Aziraphale had stayed silent, staring at his husband with affection, but his eyes widened in shock and he gasped softly when he took in his lover's disposition. Crowley's eyes snapped open and he hid his hands as if he were caught stealing from a tin of biscuits. Crowley's cheeks turned scarlet, he pursed his lips and shifted his eyes nervously.

Crowley cleared his throat. "Hello, angel, did you sleep well?"

Aziraphale cocked a brow and smirked. "Crowley, my love," he asked cautiously, humour laced in his words, "were you praying ?"

The demon could not keep eye contact. He bristled and sniffed. "Don't know what you're on about."

"I know what I saw," said Aziraphale accusingly but not hiding his smugness, not one bit. What Aziraphale had seen was Crowley knelt on the floor by Aziraphale's side of the bed, hands clasped, and lips moving in what was certainly quiet prayer.

"No one will believe you," Crowley lifted his chin, frowned, and shrugged. "So, don't bother telling anyone," he warned.

"And what on New Earth brought this on?" Aziraphale chuckled. His laugh faltered and trailed off when Crowley ducked his head and furrowed his brow as if in pain.

It took a few moments for Crowley to gather his words. "On the battlefield," his voice was strained. "When you were about to, well, you know." He looked at Aziraphale, took a breath and continued. "I prayed. I didn't really mean to, it just happened," he said in a defensive tone, like a child blaming a sibling for their bad behaviour. "And my prayer was answered," he said softly, taking Aziraphale's hand in both of his. "So, now," he sighed forlornly, "I'm stuck praying once a day for all of eternity."

Aziraphale's smile returned and he laughed again. "You... bargained with the Almighty? You? The Demon Crowley..."

"Alright, alright. Enough," Crowley groaned and covered his burning face with his hands.

Aziraphale could not help but twist the knife. "Serpent of Eden…"

"Shut it."

"...Father of sin, prayed to God?" Aziraphale's wicked grin spread wider as the blush rose to Crowley's ears.

Crowley lifted his head and rolled his eyes. "I'm a disgrace to my kind, I get it."

Aziraphale took pity on him and rubbed circles on Crowley's hand with his thumb. "I don't think She saved me from the holy water, Crowley-"

"Of course she did!" Crowley erupted, standing suddenly and beginning to pace back and forth. "In one way or another, it was Her handiwork. Maybe it wasn't because I prayed , maybe it's because you're," he flailed his arms wildly, "whatever hybrid you are now, or maybe it's because of our connection, I don't exactly know, and I don't give two figs because when it comes down to it, it was Her." He let out a puff of air and shook his head. "I honestly wasn't thinking when I did it but I promised, I promised that I would pray every day if you lived. So, there you go. There you have it." Crowley looked up to the ceiling of their home. "You win, okay? I'm sure you're havin' a good laugh wherever the Heaven you are! Har, har, har!"

Aziraphale reached out and grabbed Crowley's hand when he got close to the bed. "You're right, love," he said gently. Then he smirked. "But it doesn't mean I don't find it amusing that you of all people-"

"Oh, shut it!" Crowley growled but smiled in return despite his distress and embarrassment. He sat down on the bed and grazed Aziraphale's cheek with his knuckles. "In all seriousness, don't go telling," he wagged a finger in warning. "But I've prayed many times before, even after the Fall. Just never got out of the habit," he said uncomfortably.

Aziraphale squeezed Crowley's hand and nodded. "I love you," he said with as much affection he could muster. Then he gazed around the room. "Crowley, my dear, how long has it been this time?"

Crowley shrugged. "I've been sleeping a lot too. I can't," he stammered, "I couldn't... without you, everything is just…" he trailed off.

Aziraphale brought Crowley's knuckles to his lips and kissed each of them. "I understand."

Crowley ducked his head. "Judging by the number of reports that Moloch brings us, it looks like about fifteen years, give or take a few."

That meant that Aziraphale had been asleep for about a year since the last time he was completely lucid. "I suppose that's not too bad," he lamented, "compared to the early days."

"That must mean you're healing better, right?" Crowley asked hopefully.

Aziraphale nodded. "Yes, I think so. I do feel much better every time I wake up."

Crowley brought his forehead to rest on Aziraphale's. "How do you feel right now? Do you think you'll stay awake longer this time?" He asked. I've missed you so much.

And I you, my heart. "Yes, I do believe I have much more energy today. I'd actually like to try getting out for a bit." He winced from the pain within him as he sat up with Crowley's help.

Crowley frowned. "I'd rather you not spend your energy, Aziraphale. I want you to heal quickly. This has taken far too long already."

"Crowley, I can't stay in bed. I've slept and slept and you know how I feel about sleeping," Aziraphale grumbled.

"Then don't sleep," Crowley offered. "I'll make some tea and we can just talk or I can read to you, play some music." Crowley had already made his way to get the kettle. With a snap of his fingers, the dust that had collected in their slumber vanished.

"Sounds lovely, dear," Aziraphale murmured as he watched Crowley bustle about their small home.

Crowley was so focussed on his task of making tea and looking for nibbles, that he didn't notice Aziraphale was staring. Watching him like that always made Aziraphale so grateful to have him and filled him with so much love. Crowley bent low to light the fireplace and Aziraphale's eyes locked onto his arse. A stirring of lust quickly merged with the love brewing within. His tongue darted out as Crowley's pyjama trousers slid down, his dimples and a promise of more beginning to peek out above the hem.

"Crowley," Aziraphale nearly growled, his need was hotter than the fire Crowley was stoking in their hearth.

"Mm," said Crowley questioningly without looking behind him.

"Would you be so kind as to come back to bed?"

"In a minute, love," he glanced over his shoulder quickly, "It'll just take-" Crowley snapped his head around again and gasped. He scrambled to get up, then tried playing it cool by swaying his hips and leaning on a chair. "I know that look," he drawled. "See something you like, angel?"

Aziraphale was already aching with desire. "Oh, yes."

Crowley flipped his mussed plait over his shoulder and swaggered toward the bed, hunger in his eyes. "It has been quite a while, hasn't it?"

Fifteen bloody years, Aziraphale thought angrily while his cock twitched, sharing his sentiment. "Quite."

Crowley stopped a foot away from the bed, his expression changing from lust to concern. "I'm not sure it's a good idea, angel."

"It's a perfect idea, a splendid idea. The only idea worth thinking about right now. Come here."

The command made Crowley squirm and his natural instinct to rebel against authority hardened his eyes. "Nope." He narrowed his eyes further. It was a challenge.

Challenge accepted. "Fine," he said simply with a shrug, "I'll just have to take care of things myself."

Crowley's eyes widened, aghast. "You wouldn't."

In answer, Aziraphale just tore the blanket off his body. He didn't even need to hoist up his dressing gown, exposing his naked erection. He took himself in hand and asked again. "I ache for you, darling. Come here?" Before he could think better of it, Aziraphale pouted and looked up at his husband through his fluttering lashes.

Crowley barked out a laugh, bounded across the room and brought Aziraphale in for a vigorous embrace. "I've missed that," he sighed happily.

Though shame spiked at his old habit of how to get what wanted from Crowley, Aziraphale took joy in Crowley's reaction.

"Anything you like, angel," Crowley murmured into his ear seductively. "I ache for you too." He grabbed Aziraphale's hand, removing it from his cock and placed on his own, still clothed.

It just made it that much more exciting. So many different options played through Aziraphale's mind. He had no idea when this opportunity would come again. So he chose the quickest option. "Make love to me, darling," he asked. "Fuck me. I need you now."

Crowley curled his fingers around his angel's cock, making him whine and writhe. "I don't want to hurt you. What if," he offered with a coy grin, "you just lie back and relax. I'll take care of you."

Aziraphale could barely understand through the fog of desire. He didn't really know what Crowley meant but he didn't care as long as he could feel that closeness, Crowley could do whatever he wanted to him. "Anything my love just quickly, please."

"I love it when you beg," said Crowley. With a predatory glint in his eye, Crowley removed his pyjama trousers, already hard, and straddled Aziraphale's lap.

Aziraphale's mouth salivated. "I want you in my mouth," he managed through a rasping breath.

"Ah-ah, you don't call the shots here, angel." Crowley leaned in and crushed his lips to his lover. He moved his hips closer, grazing Aziraphale's cock with his own ever-so-slightly, making his angel buck his hips for more. "And when you get better," Crowley murmured onto his lips, "and you will get better, mark my words, I'm going to get you all riled up over and over and over again. And you won't come without my permission.

Aziraphale sobbed at the thought. He could already imagine Crowley crowding him against a wall, maybe in public, taking him in hand until Aziraphale was begging and then letting him go abruptly only to leave Aziraphale close to his ruin but not quite. It was a delicious idea. And just thinking about it might have taken him over the edge, but he wanted and needed more.

"Yes. Yes. Please." Aziraphale shuddered, his mounting need taking over. "I don't want to… not yet. Please hurry."

Crowley stroked silver tresses and tuck them behind Aziraphale's ears. He pressed his thumb onto his angel's lips. They locked eyes and then Aziraphale opened for him, then licked the tip of his thumb, and bit down gently. Aziraphale moaned around his digit, making Crowley's eyes flutter with pleasure. "Oh, I just can't wait for the day I fuck you into this bed."

"Please!"

Knowing that Aziraphale would not last through his preparation, he used a miracle on himself and then grabbed Aziraphale's cock with a merciless grip. Aziraphale growl and gritted his teeth, his eyes alight with desperation before he shut them tight with effort. Crowley rose and positioned himself.

"Look at me," Crowley demanded.

Aziraphale snapped his eyes open, drunk on lust with eyes half-lidded. "Don't close your eyes and don't look away. Will you do that for me?" Aziraphale nodded. Then, ever so slowly, Crowley descended. Aziraphale's breath caught in his throat and his hands flew to Crowley's hips, trying to take control. Crowley tutted and he ripped Aziraphale's hands off him. Holding Aziraphale's wrists in a vice-like grip, Crowley pulled Aziraphale's arms over his head and made him hang on to the bars of the metal bed frame.

"You keep those hands right there," he warned.

Aziraphale let out a desperate gasp and grimaced with concentration. "Crowley," he panted and grunted, "you're going to end me."

Crowley slid down further with more control than he thought himself capable of at that point. He watched Aziraphale's face contort, as if in pain, desperately trying to keep his eyes open and his hands in place.

Crowley's heated embrace slowly swallowing him was driving Aziraphale mad. "Ah! I can't. I can't! I'm I'm-"

"Yes, you can," Crowley drawled, voice low and encouraging. "For me," he said gently, but with a hint of an order. "Don't come yet, love."

Just the words denying him his release nearly discorporated Aziraphale. This is what Crowley deserved, he told himself. To let Crowley have his way with him, demand things from him, for all the times Aziraphale had denied him. He would do what Crowley wanted even if it was going to drive him to insanity.

Crowley slid down further and groaned. He watched Aziraphale's mouth drop open into tense O. When he was finally fully seated, Aziraphale let out a wheezing sob that filled Crowley with a dire possessiveness. It boiled his blood, it ran him hot. He stilled and let Aziraphale gain some composure, which wasn't much.

Aziraphale was gasping, shaking his head and trying to dispel the mounting need for release. "Please, please Crowley. Please move."

"In a minute, love. I love seeing you like this. Needing me." Crowley marvelled at Aziraphale's flushed face sweaty face. His angel was fighting not to writhe and squirm or buck his hips. The strain of it showed on every muscle that twitched on his beautiful face. He was beautiful like this, wanton, desperate, with whimpering soft pleas, gasping for air like a drowning man.

It was becoming impossible to keep himself from coming undone. Aziraphale's next plea was high-pitched and dire. "Please," he panted and groaned. "I beg you. I'm begging - I'm begging. I'll do anything, please!"

Quick as a striking snake, Crowley shot his hand behind Aziraphale's head and pulled on the hair of his neck. Aziraphale screamed with pain and pleasure. He made the mistake of closing his eyes so Crowley gave him another tug and hissed. "Open your eyes!" When he did, Crowley pulled himself up and then slammed himself down.

It was over. Aziraphale came hard while Crowley only became more relentless with his merciless thrusts on his oversensitive cock, leaving Aziraphale howling through the strongest and longest orgasm he'd ever felt, and that was saying something.

Crowley followed soon after, his walls clamping down and spasming on Aziraphale, making Aziraphale convulse and cry out again through a second orgasm. " Fuck ! Oh, fuck! Oh, God! "

They came down from their frenzy and Crowley peeled Aziraphale's bloodless hands off the frame. He brought then to his mouth, kissed and rubbed the circulation back into his fingers. Crowley chuckled. "Look who's praying now."

Aziraphale barked out a tired laugh and barely managed to bat Crowley's hands away. "Insufferable demon. That was not taking it easy."

"You alright? Too much?" Crowley massaged Aziraphale's thighs.

Aziraphale chuckled breathlessly. His muscles were loose and he felt more alive than he had in ages. "More than. It was perfect."

A loud knocking rapped at their door.

Crowley groaned. "That better not be fucking Gabriel!" He yelled at the door.

There was silence and then a muffled, "Erm, what if it is?"

Aziraphale couldn't help but laugh as Crowley strangled an imaginary neck and growled with frustration. "You're doing this on purpose, you bloody pervert! Piss off and come back next year!"

"You're lucky we waited for you to finish, you ungrateful prick," bellowed Beelzebub.

Crowley and Aziraphale could hear chuckling from behind the door, and by the sound of it, it was a large group waiting just outside.

Crowley looked down at his husband with a cocked brow. "What do you think? Let them in? Maybe let them see us just like this. I bet they'll never knock on that blasted door again."

"If you're going to keep at it," Moloch lilted, "mind if we join in?"

"Disgusting," Beelzebub groused.

"Might I remind everyone here, there are children present," said Ramiel.

"Try living with them," replied Adam, his voice sounding older than when Aziraphale had seen him last.

"You mean you had to hear that every day?" Came Pepper's voice next.

"Several times a day."

"We're not really children, plus we've finally aged a bit," Wensleydale tried to explain while Brian made retching sounds.

Aziraphale shook his head and sniggered, he was filled with so much love and gratitude at that moment that he could hardly stand to keep it all in. "I love you."

Crowley beamed down at Aziraphale. "And I love you." Before he could plant his lips on his husband, another annoying knocking came. "GRRR FINE!"

The husbands righted themselves and finally let them in. They had brought spirits and a large assortment of food. Gabriel filled them in on the progress above while Beelzebub floated behind with a scowl, complaining about not having a corporation yet. Ramiel and Moloch supplied the music, while the Them chattered about nonsense. Soon enough, their small home was filled with mirth and more guests.

Adam took up a chair beside Aziraphale and smiled. He looked just under twenty and was growing into a handsome young man, the light of life back in his eyes. "I've been demoted to civilian, I'm afraid. No more dictator duties."

Aziraphale chortled.

"What will you do once you've healed?" Adam asked him.

Aziraphale looked up at Crowley and grinned. "Officially retire, I think."

"You read my mind," replied Crowley with an exaggerated puff of air.

There was still a lot of work to do to get the planet back in shape. Still many left to mourn. Still so much healing to be done. But Aziraphale glanced around at the merry bunch, cramped in their home, squeezed Crowley's hand, and smiled.

As long as they worked together, it would turn out all right.

And it did.

THE END.

Notes:

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