NINE

The front door to the flat clicked shut, and it echoed a magnificent finality. It was the sound of shutting out the world. The sound of life, the future, survival, and possibilities.

"Drink?" asked Crowley.

"Only if you want one."

"I bloody well do not," Crowley said, rather breathlessly.

And with that, he had both hands on Aziraphale's jowls, fingers clawing at back of the neck, lips pressed in, searching the angel's. Aziraphale kissed back with gusto, and his hands grasped the lapels of Crowley's blazer. Groans filled the foyer, and before either of them knew what was happening, Crowley had his lover pinned against the wall.

His lips then moved down, once again, toward the fussy starched collar, and began tugging at the tartan bowtie. His lips and tongue sucked and searched at the warm, smooth flesh, as sighs and grunts filled the space. Fireworks and tension took over their bodies.

"Oh, I've missed this," the demon groaned against the angel's smooth skin. "I didn't even know I was missing it!"

"Missing... what?" Aziraphale asked, his voice a bit high with stimulation.

"This... fitting together. Like it was meant to happen. Natural magnetism of you... of us. I felt it in the cave - I thought it was an anomaly, and it was. I've missed the feeling of shutting out of all things except this. Except you."

And with that declaration, Crowley's hands found Aziraphale's buttocks, and squeezed hard.

The angel moaned at the sensation, then, "The cave is the only time you've felt that?"

"Until now. It feels so good to do this," Crowley said, and licked lightly, but effectively the area behind Aziraphale's ear, causing a jolt of anticipation to move through them both. "...and not have to calculate the ripple effect, and think of how to cause as much damage as possible with one act."

"I imagine that would feel good, Crowley," Aziraphale said, between heavy, shallow breaths.

Crowley pulled away and said, softly, "Exactly one time in my life have I ever felt truly immersed in the moment. In the pleasure. Felt like it was meant to be. Thrown temptation to the wind, and just made love to someone."

"Crowley, someday, perhaps, we can do a re-enactment of the cave…"

"I will do whatever you want."

"…and you can stop time so that we aren't discovered by tourists. And we can try to remember every detail, and commemorate our first encounter with each other."

"But not now," Crowley declared, snapping the bowtie away and discarding it on the floor. He then went after the waistcoat buttons.

"No, not now," Aziraphale agreed.

"Sorry. I'm here. Now. The cave sex was fantastic…"

"But the cave was a secret…" Aziraphale continued, as Crowley's lips and tongue once again met the flesh just beneath his ear. "A ruse, meant to contain a temptation and reveal disgrace."

"And I was meant to be with someone else that night," Crowley said. "It was an accident – mere chance – that brought us together." Crowley's hands pushed inside the waistcoat, all the way round to the back, and began untucking the angel's light blue dress shirt.

"Quite right."

Once again, Crowley stopped tugging, stopped licking and kissing, to stare Aziraphale in the eyes. He said, "You're right. I want nothing to do with secrets and lies anymore, angel. Not when it comes to you."

"I most definitely agree," said the angel, his voice trembling just a bit.

"And it's not an accident that we're together."

"No – decidedly not!"

"I love you, and I want you to know it."

"I do know it. And I love you too," Aziraphale replied, unable to contain the bubbling emotion. He had to choked down tears, but the feeling passed.

"I want everyone to know it."

"I think they do know it now, Crowley."

"And this was hard-earned. We waited millennia for this, and we deserve it."

"Yes," Aziraphale practically moaned, the anticipation betraying itself in his voice.

"So there will be no deafness, no darkness," Crowley declared, pushing Aziraphale's Victorian coat and waistcoat down his arms, and miracling them onto a hook on the back of the door.

"No avoiding each other's eyes," Aziraphale said.

"And not a rushed, standing-up fuck with our clothes on."

"No hard, jagged walls, no rain, no uncertainty."

"We do this face-to-face. Intentionally. Laid bare. Honestly," Crowley whispered, finding a straining member pressing against the inside of Aziraphale's trousers, and squeezing just so. "And if you like, vocally."

Aziraphale became vocal, moaning involuntarily in response, and tried hard to maintain eye contact, though felt he might melt into the floor.

"I suppose you know you'll have to take the lead." The angel's voice came out once again shaky and thin. "I am so keen to be with you – my body is aching. But I feel crippled by… by…"

"Shh, shh," Crowley scolded gently, taking his hand away. "No more of that worrying rubbish. Come on." And he took his partner's hand, and led him down the hall. Before Aziraphale knew precisely where they were going, they were in Crowley's stylishly dark bedroom with the door shut.

Crowley gestured down Aziraphale's button-up shirt with flourish, and the garment came undone. The demon took the opportunity to peel back the fabric, and place warm, wet kisses all along the collarbone and shoulders now exposed. Aziraphale once again moaned in response, and shrugged out of the shirt. Crowley ran his hands sensuously down the lightly hairy bare chest and stomach.

"Mmm," he sighed. "Been wanting to do that all our lives."

"Have you?" Aziraphale asked, eyebrows raised, nerves tingeing his voice.

"Of course," came the response. "And this."

Crowley's hands found the Victorian waistband and smoothly unfastened it, whilst his reptilian eyes held those of his companion. The long fingers slithered inside, then past a layer of linen pants, to find a stiff, leaking, cock. Both voices broke the air in the room with their exquisite groaning at the sensation, as the skilled hand wrapped round it for only the second time in six thousand years.

"You've done this already, Crowley. Remember?"

"Not looking you in the eye. Not while I can watch your face and hear your voice, and tell you I love you."

His hand gave an expert twist that caused the angel to gasp, and grunt, "Oh, that's marvelous." His eyes slid shut.

"Yeah," Crowley said, with a smirk. "I'm just getting started."

"I know," the angel groaned, opening his eyes. And he smiled. "We both are."

"One more," Crowley mused, and he repeated the eye-crossing twist, and Aziraphale thought his knees might buckle. His face fell against Crowley's shoulder and his fingertips dug into Crowley's arms as he grunted once again."

When his head cleared enough to re-open his eyes, Crowley was looking back at him hungrily, lower lip gaping. Quite suddenly, he felt himself grabbed by the jowls again, with a ravenous, serpentine tongue in his mouth. Crowley was shifting him to the right, and then ended one-hundred-eighty degrees from where they started. He realised that the bed was now behind him.

"Lie down, angel," Crowley commanded breathlessly, tearing his lips and tongue away, and ripping his blazer off his own body.

Aziraphale backed up to the bed, sat down, then more or less crab-walked up the middle, until his bum was parked in the centre. Crowley urgently peeled off his own shirt, then followed his companion up onto the bed, crawling over him, licking his lips like a predator. He pressed Aziraphale down onto the soft, black bedspread, once again shoving his tongue between the pink, angelic lips.

Crowley ground his pelvis into the strong, thick thigh as their lips locked together, their voices made a chorus of pleasure. After a minute, he found himself thrusting a bit too hard, too lost in the moment, and he sat up straight, kneeling on the bed.

"What's wrong?" Aziraphale asked, surprised.

"Nothing. Just a bit… excited."

"Isn't that the point?" The angel had a soft smile on his face.

"This is too good... I was getting a bit ahead of myself. I'd rather we do that together – at least on this go."

"Oh. I see," Aziraphale commented, blushing.

Crowley's eyes roved over him for a few moments. Then, "I want you out of your kit. All of it. Are you ready for that?"

"I… I daresay I am."

Crowley smirked naughtily and snapped his fingers. With that, Aziraphale's pants and trousers disappeared, and reappeared draped over a nearby chair, along with his socks and boots.

Once again, the snake-like eyes roamed over Aziraphale's soft, heavenly body, now totally bare. His chest heaved with excited breaths, and his thick cock stood up, hard and straight.

"Oh, how lovely," Crowley practically moaned, admiring what he saw.

"I'm glad you think so," Aziraphale said, timidly. "I'd say it's all rather too round."

"Not too round, angel. Round, and flawless," Crowley muttered, once again wrapping his hand about the engorged phallus. He stroked with gusto now, as the head turned a painful shade of purple, and Aziraphale's back arched. He bit his lip and grunted hard.

"You want to curse, don't you, angel?"

"Perhaps."

"Do it," Crowley urged, then he spat in his hand in preparation to do it again. "Last time, neither of us said a word. This time, give me some filth to chew on."

"Crowley!"

"Don't bite your lip the next time I squeeze that fat dick of yours. Instead, say what's on the tip of your tongue! Will you do that for me?"

"I don't know if I could…" he said, trailing off, as Crowley squeezed again, and ran his slippery fist all the way up the hard, aching shaft. Once again, the angel bit his lip and grunted.

"Damn it, angel," Crowley said, playfully. "Am I going to have to stroke that thing all night to get an expletive out of you? Or even just some depraved description?"

"Would that be so terrible?" Aziraphale asked, flirtatiously.

Crowley smiled. "Oh, very nice, very nice. You know I'm never going to last that long."

"Why not?"

Crowley spread the oozing liquid over the bulbous head of his partner's cock, and said, "Because I can't wait to get this big, hard handful inside me."

"Oh… oh…" Aziraphale couldn't help but moan.

"Ah, well," Crowley sighed, getting up on his knees. He unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his own cock free, and began to stroke. "All is not lost. Besides, they say lead by example."

"They do," Aziraphale said, staring hungrily at the appendage slipping back and forth through his lover's fist. It was as he remembered: long, and rock-hard. In the cave, he hadn't seen it, just felt it penetrating him like a piston. But now he could see that it was sinewy and wholly delicious-looking. It begged for a good licking, much like the demon himself.

Crowley stood up, and rather absently removed his trousers and pants. "So perhaps that's what I'll do," he was saying.

"L-lead by example?"

"Oh yes," Crowley practically sang, discarding what was left of his clothing. He crawled back up on the bed, and straddled Aziraphale's middle. He planted both hands on either side of the angel's head, and hissed, "So, if I can get you to shoot a big, thick load of cream into me, maybe you'll have some choice words for me then, eh?"

"M-maybe."

Crowley spat on his hand again, then reached back and spread the slippery all over the thick dick he had hungered for, for always.

"Face-to-face, angel," he said. "Intentional. No deafness, no darkness, no secrets."

"Indeed."

The demon braced himself against his partner's chest, and rose up on his knees. With his free hand, he guided a saliva-covered (whose viscosity was perhaps enhanced by magic), mushroomed cockhead to his back passage, and eased himself down surprisingly slowly.

He took a deep breath, and uttered a soft, pleasing, "Mm," as Aziraphale's member popped past the puckered ring.

"Oh… oh… oh…" panted the angel, as the tight, hot, arse of his favourite demon sheathed his throbbing dick, and his body and mind exploded with sensations he had never dreamed about.

And then, it was done. Crowley relaxed his body, and found himself sitting astride his longtime love, his counterpart, his angelic bastard of a best friend, his hole filled, his own cock pulsating and nearly purple, resting on a soft, heaving stomach. He pressed his hands against Aziraphale's chest, and the two of them simply stared at each other for a long few moments. Crowley flexed his insides, and Aziraphale felt him throb. Crowley smiled, and Aziraphale smiled back.

Crowley asked, "Liking that?"

Aziraphale answered, "Oh, yes, loving it!"

"Good," the demon lilted, as he began to move. Up and down, back and forth, milking Aziraphale's cock with his own wet, gripping hole. "That's all you have to do - just love it, angel."

He kept a steady, slow rhythm for about a minute, never breaking his penetrating gaze into his lover's clear blue eyes, never varying the strokes. But then, he rose up, and slammed back down, impaling himself hard, and feeling that strong trunk of a cock dig into his insides even deeper. He moaned, "Oh, fuck," as he did this. And then he repeated it. Again, then again…

Aziraphale's mouth gaped open in amazement and pleasure, as he watched the most beautiful creature he had ever seen ride him hard, and begin to sweat and pant. Crowley couldn't help but once again shove two fingers into that lovely mouth, and watch the lips close over them and begin to suck.

"I love the way you do that, angel," Crowley panted. "Makes me glad it's still early… so many things to try."

And he grabbed Aziraphale's hand and did likewise. He sucked two fingers, whirling his deft tongue round the fingertips, teasing, moaning, biting lightly. All the while, riding his lover at a gallop, panting, moaning, grinding a thick, pulsating, celestial rod as deeply as possible into his own arse.

Eventually, Crowley removed his fingers, leaned down and replaced them with his tongue, fucking the pretty pink mouth in rhythm with his body's movements. The two of them grunted together as they danced, moved, grasped, filled each other's holes, and took from each other a long, hard-earned gratification, that had been brimming just beneath the surface for six thousand years. And had, on only one occasion, erupted accidentally in a cave.

But this was far from being a cave. This was a dark, warm bedroom, with the smell and feel of sex in the air. They could see each other's faces in the throes of ecstasy and urgency. They could urge each other on, and in Aziraphale's case, beg for release.

"My temperature is rising, my love," he panted. "I need to…"

"Yes? Need to what, angel? Say it?"

"I feel I'm going to burst!"

"And I can't wait!"

"Only go faster," Aziraphale said. "Please… go faster!"

Crowley slowed down. "What was that, now?"

Aziraphale let out a cry of frustration. "Please ride me faster, Crowley! I need to be released!"

"Grab my cock, angel," Crowley demanded, breathlessly. "Stroke me off, and release like a fucking geyser, deep, deep in my hole."

Just the words were enough to make Aziraphale moan, and he happily wrapped his hand around Crowley's long, now hair-trigger member.

Crowley leaned back and rested his hands on his partner's shins. He pumped his body up and down with a pace and gusto he had rarely ever displayed, and immediately felt Aziraphale's body tighten and arch.

"Ugh… fuck!" came spitting hard out of the angelic mouth, as his cock throbbed, and Crowley felt his arse being filled with warm, slippery cream.

"That's right, angel," Crowley panted with a vindicated smile, as white threads of his own come began to spurt into the air. "Oh, that's how you do it!"

More come filled Crowley's rear passage in spurts, waves, and the angel beneath him repeated, "Fuck!" as his back continued to arch.

Aziraphale also gripped his demonic companion's dick rather hard, as more milky spatter littered the angelic wrist, stomach and chest.

"Shit," Crowley whispered harshly as he and his delectable angel locked eyes, the last of their emissions oozed out into and onto each other's bodies. They breathed, and throbbed, and kissed hard, still grinding into each other, trying to devour, be filled, and claim each other.

When the spasms finally stopped, Crowley sat upright and dragged two fingers through the slippery mess he had made on Aziraphale's stomach, taking a dollop of cream. Once again, he shoved the fingers in the angel's mouth, and demanded, "Suck it off."

Aziraphale enjoyed the salty flavour, and moaned with lascivious delight as he tasted his companion's come for the first time.

"Like?" Crowley asked, mostly rhetorically.

"Mm, yes," Aziraphale answered, smacking his lips.

"I'll have a little taste of yours later," Crowley told him. "Maybe straight from the source, after you've had a bit of time to recover."

"Oh my," Aziraphale said, blushing.

"Really? Blushing? After what we just did?"

"Well, Crowley…"

"Meh, I'm just joshing you," Crowley chuckled. He leaned down for a kiss. Then he disengaged himself and stood up. Any resultant mess was quickly snapped up and away, via demonic magic. "How about some dinner?"

"All right – I've never said no to that. In addition, I imagine we must fortify ourselves for a second go."

Again, Crowley snapped his fingers, and suddenly, his trousers were back on. Paradoxically, he then said, "Meh – angels and demons don't need fortification. I just want to suck you off while you eat crêpes."

"I don't imagine myself saying no to that, either," Aziraphale said, sitting up, swiveling to the side to put his feet on the floor.

"I'm hoping you never say no to me again," Crowley lilted, tilting a naughty eyebrow, and leaning down to kiss the angel's neck.

"Making others say yes, it's what you do, I suppose," Aziraphale sighed.

"Did, angel," Crowley corrected. "It's what I did. Far as I'm concerned, I'm retired. Now, it's all about making you say yes. And only you. So, fancy filling your mouth with crêpes and brie, while I fill mine with you?"

"Yes," Aziraphale said. "I do quite fancy that."

"Excellent."

"I'll place a delivery order while you pour the wine."

So... thoughts? ;-) Clearly, the evening is not over, but it's not my intention to continue the story (I just can't resist mixing food with sex, where these two are concerned. Can't think why!). This was an epilogue to the cave revelation, but a prologue to the rest of their lives!

Hope you enjoyed this bit of closure, and the weird foray back to the dreaded 14 century - perhaps Crowley won't look back on it with such disdain now!

Don't forget to leave a REVIEW, because it will make my day, and as always, thank you for reading!