Hey guys! This is my first purely Good Omens fic (they were in my crossover fic 'Convergence'). I have had this idea in my head since the first time I watched Good Omens, but hadn't gotten around to writing it. It's just a little extra add on to the paintball scene at the old satanic hospital where Aziraphale calls Crowley 'nice.' Sort of my headcanon for what should have happened in that scene.

I also have another Good Omens fic in mind to write, when I get around to it lol

Anyway I hope you enjoy this one, let me know, much love xox

He had anticipated a hospital run by satanic nuns to look, well, more demonic and hospital-like. It wasn't like he was expecting to see a big statue of the Devil in the foyer and satanic symbols scattered about the place, no wait, that is rather what he expected. To be fair; it hadn't been a hospital in eleven years and on top of that it had been converted into a paintball arena, which probably explained the lack of 'spooky' about the place too.

Even though they had known each other for an extremely long time, Aziraphale still got a bit tingly when Crowley did something nice for him; like blow the paint off of his otherwise pristine jacket. The demon wasn't really evil, it was more that he did bad things to keep 'down there' off of his back, they both just wanted to be left in peace really. If they were left in peace together, even better, Aziraphale did enjoy performing little miracles though (for the right reasons of course) and he wouldn't want to lose that privilege.

It surprised him when Crowley announced that he had given the paintball players 'what they wanted;' real guns. He was glued to the spot as he stared in horror for a moment before going after Crowley down the hallway while the demon kicked a door open causing objects to smash in the room. The room was dismissed immediately and Aziraphale was too shocked about the guns to worry about why they were there, he followed Crowley further down the hall as the demon talked about 'free will' and 'the right to murder.' He wasn't sure those were good points for suddenly giving a bunch of people real guns.

"They're all murdering each other?" Aziraphale queried, he was rather uncomfortable with the notion, and with Crowley being the cause.

Crowley turned back to the angel noticing he'd stopped moving, he shook his head, "No, they aren't, no ones killing anyone, they're all having miraculous escapes, it wouldn't be any fun otherwise."

Aziraphale relaxed a bit and smiled as he moved towards the demon, "You know Crowley, I've always said that deep down you really are quite a nice-"

He was cut off by Crowley grabbing him by the lapel of his pristine jacket and pushing him into the nearest wall. Normally this would be threatening, but this was Crowley, and gosh if it didn't make him tingly all over.

"Shut it, I'm a demon, I'm not nice, I'm never nice, nice is a four letter word, I will not be called nice," Crowley spat, his face so close to the angel's that Aziraphale could feel the hot breath on his face.

"Come now Crowley, there's no need for all that, it's just us," Aziraphale spoke just above a whisper, trying to keep his voice from betraying just how much the manhandling had affected him.

He leant in a little so that their noses were in severe danger of touching and waited to see if Crowley would take the hint. They didn't usually go so far with public displays, but the demon had put him in the right mood that he could be coaxed into a little snogging here in the empty hallway.

"I have a reputation to uphold."

Aziraphale wasn't sure whether he was talking about the whole 'nice' outburst or kissing him. He wanted badly to kiss the demon, it was something he didn't get to do often enough, especially when they sometimes didn't see each other for decades at a time. It was also his fault. Aziraphale was afraid of the repercussions if anyone found out that he and Crowley had sort of…been together, for centuries. He'd tried to deny his feelings in the beginning, and had pushed Crowley away the first time the demon had kissed him, but after a while they ended up in bed together, again and again. Many times Aziraphale told himself that it had to stop, had to be the last time; it never worked though, he loved Crowley, and he was fairly certain that the demon loved him too.

"Yes, of course, how silly of me," the angel couldn't keep the hint of disappointment out of his voice when Crowley still didn't kiss him. He averted his eyes from the dark glasses that the demon wore to hide his snake eyes and tried to mentally get back on task, however this proved to be difficult as Crowley was still fisting his jacket and holding him against the wall.

A single finger under his chin brought his eyes back to black shades and Crowley leant in to his left ear then whispered, "I'm only nice to you Angel."

Aziraphale's features lit up and he barely had time to register the admission before his mouth was being claimed. He melted into the kiss, Crowley's forked tongue pushed through his lips and curled around his tongue making his knees weak, while Crowley's leg slid between his own. He tried to stop the tiny moan that escaped his throat but it was too late.

Crowley pulled back from the kiss for a moment smirking as he asked, "Like that is it Angel?" he licked his lips while his hands slipped from lapels to hips.

Aziraphale's eyes followed that forked tongue as it slid across red lips, he swallowed before answering a little breathlessly, "This is not the place Crowley."

"Oh, but I think it is. See, we could just slip into one of these rooms and lock the door, no one would know…" he pressed himself against the angel and kissed down his neck.

Good food and Crowley were his two biggest weaknesses, and Aziraphale did not pride himself on self-control; it was hard to say no to either. It didn't help his case that his eyes fluttered shut and another breathy groan slipped from his lips.

Crowley began to rock his hips, causing his leg to rub against Aziraphale, and the angel didn't have the willpower to stop him. He knew they shouldn't do this here, or at all, but damn it, the world might be ending. It was a good excuse…right?

When Aziraphale didn't protest or stop him, Crowley reclaimed his mouth while he brought a hand up to drag through that fine, fluffy white hair. When his fingers tugged on the short strands, Aziraphale made a noise that couldn't be mistaken for anything but pleasure.

A light bulb switched on in Crowley's mind, "It was the manhandling, wasn't it?"

Aziraphale stared at him like a deer caught in headlights, "I don't know what you're talking about," he lied, but the bright red blush adorning his cheeks gave it away.

Crowley yanked the angel's hair like he had last time and was rewarded with another gasp; he grinned. Since Aziraphale's neck was now very exposed, Crowley went to work, kissing, licking and biting, but careful not to leave marks since they were above the collar. Usually Crowley liked to mark his angel; it was a secret symbol to anyone else that Aziraphale was his angel, even though he knew that they didn't last more than a few days.

The friction was beginning to build, even though they were just rubbing against each other fully clothed, it wasn't a marathon but a race to the end, just something quick to relieve the tension. Both of them secretly hoped that there would be time later for a more lengthy session, the kind that lasted hours as Crowley explored every inch of Aziraphale's body. Crowley could feel Aziraphale on his thigh, he longed to touch the angel beneath his trousers, but instead busied himself with caressing Aziraphale's tongue with his own.

Aziraphale felt Crowley's fingers dig into his hip as he bit and sucked in the demon's bottom lip, and he certainly felt Crowley's rhythm increase with a gasp from the demon. He pulled up Crowley's glasses to rest atop his head, "I want to see your eyes," Aziraphale explained to the raised eyebrow he received.

Their kissing became more enthusiastic, but also more wet and uncoordinated as the heat built, each of them thrown out of rhythm as their climaxes neared.

Aziraphale lost control first; his body shuddered as he released with a deep moan that Crowley hushed with another kiss.

Crowley rested his forehead on Aziraphale's shoulder, he was so close to the end, just a few more thrusts. His climax was suddenly upon him and he cried out, fingers digging into Aziraphale for support. Crowley lifted his head and met Aziraphale's eyes, they tried to tell each other everything they felt with just a look, but some things need to be said aloud.

Crowley clicked his fingers and the mess in their pants disappeared, the spell was broken.

"Shall we continue with our task?" Aziraphale asked as he fixed his clothes and hair.

Crowley replaced his glasses, "Yes, I suppose we should," he was about to give his angel one last kiss when he heard someone coming up the hall.

"Excuse me gentlemen, sorry to break up an intimate moment. Can I help you?"