Well, I'm guessing that if you've followed this story, more than a few of you could feel something smutty on the horizon. You would be correct! Thus begins a two-chapter span of our ineffable pair further exploring the pleasures of the flesh together! But please read a few of my thoughts before you jump in. Because, I've really struggled with whether to post these scenes as they are.


1. First and foremost: this is NSFW. It is rated M, for sure! If you are a reader who does not read "M stuff," please skip this chapter, and the next one.

2. You might find this chapter decadent (as a wise woman once called scenes like this) and a bit indulgent on my part, and that's fair enough. However, I really, really want to do justice to their long-suffering passion, which is bound to be explosive and (sorry) perhaps messy, however you might interpret that. It does not deserve to be glossed over. I thought about doing a "and then they had a mad tryst, and life was good…" sort of thing, but it honestly felt wrong.

3. I rather like the idea that the two of them are stumbling just a bit, in finding their groove together. Most especially Aziraphale, and Crowley stumbles in a different way. I find it very real (as much as any of this could be "real").

Stay tuned for more thoughts at the end, because this chapter is the first of two fleshy, steamy scenes, and these two characters have brought out the analytical side of me.


When we last saw Crowley, he was admiring his angel from across the room, and marvelling at the latter's intellectual prowess, and some of the physicality that goes with it… and the fact that they now have a physical relationship, and he doesn't have to hold back anymore! He had set aside his drink and stood up... with purpose.

Enjoyyyyyyy!


THIRTEEN

Aziraphale was taken off-guard. Suddenly, there was Crowley, standing incredibly close, smelling incredibly enticing, with an incredibly predatory look on his face. His golden eyes blazed with intent. The angel's cheeks flushed with colour, and he gasped slightly.

"Tell me, angel, are these shelves bolted to the floor?" asked the demon, his voice low and secretive, his gaze sliding up and down the volumes, the way a hand slides over the shiny hood of a freshly waxed car.

"Y-yes," Aziraphale answered. "Erm… why?"

In lieu of an answer, Crowley took the cumbersome book out of Aziraphale's hands, and tossed it (open) on top of a pile of other volumes they'd been working on. Without warning, Aziraphale found himself stumbling backwards, caught by the sturdy shelf. The back of his head was pressed against a row of leather-bound tomes, and Crowley's tongue was in his mouth. He let out a monosyllabic tone of surprise, then a breathy groan of resignation and pleasure.

Last night, he had learned why this was something that humans sought, sometimes at the expense of other important things. In this moment, he was learning how someone could almost literally drop everything and be, on a moment's notice, entrenched within a lover, embroiled in their own body, and someone else's. It was all coming home to roost right here, right now. He was not at all sure that they should be doing anything of this sort, because he hadn't fully abandoned the idea that the prophecies might be telling them to slow down. But the knowledge of what was in store - carnal knowledge, one might call it - how good it could feel, and that in the coming minutes, he would feel as though everything in the world was falling away except for the two of them, and their love, and pleasure, and that poignant release that came with it, that he had just learned about…

… oh dear.

He'd been reading something. Hadn't he?

Something about truth, empires, cousins, was it? But his mind was mush now. Crowley had, in one swift movement, unravelled whatever intellectual hold he had on the moment and the immediate world around them, and activated all of his functions of desire. And as the angel had reported earlier in the day, all of those belonged to the demon.

He tried, though. He pushed gently, and Crowley withdrew slightly. "Oh Crowley, we're right in the middle of…"

"No, we've only just begun, and we're not going to finish with the prophecies tonight, or anytime this decade."

"Yes, but…" Aziraphale was interrupted by a serpentine arm curling around his waist.

"Shut up, and let me kiss you."

And all the angel could do was kiss back, push against Crowley's tongue with his own, to suck at it with wet, eager lips, and grasp at the charcoal grey lapels with both hands.

This went on until both were breathless. At last, Crowley pulled away, in order to study the rouged cheeks and heaving chest of his breathtaking angel. He hung both hands on a shelf on either side of Aziraphale's head, and propped one foot upon a shelf at knee-level. It was a stance that signified possession, an overwhelmingly strong gesture that Aziraphale wouldn't have known how to argue with, even if he'd wanted to.

"Do you know what I realised a few minutes ago, angel?" Crowley growled.

"W-what would that be?" Aziraphale whispered, eyes droopy, a bit mesmerised.

Crowley smiled wickedly. "You're mine," he hissed. "After all this time, I had to remind myself of it. But there it is. And it's so bloody sweet."

"I've always been yours," the angel said, almost pained, with his eyes shut.

"Not like this," Crowley purred, pressing his pelvis forward, and his mouth millimetres from the angel's ear. A raging erection betrayed itself against Aziraphale's abdomen, and a reptilian tongue teased at his earlobe. "You're mine for the taking now, not just a partner in some cerebral tango we've been dancing for six thousand years."

"Taking… yes," Aziraphale mused, just barely.

"And do you know what else I realised, angel?"

"What?"

"I'm yours, too," the demon whispered, tugging at the bowtie knotted at Aziraphale's throat. He pulled it loose, then undid the top button of the starched shirt.

"You are," Aziraphale agreed, again, just barely musing the words.

"Whatever hope I might have held, that I could ever walk away from you, well, it died with the Apocalypse," Crowley told him, pushing his collar aside, and kissing the heated flesh underneath, lips, tongue and teeth.

For a few moments, Aziraphale seemed speechless. He breathed out, and enjoyed the sensations now crawling through his body like vibrating vines. He marvelled at the amazing, not-so-evil creature now drawing forth in him a warm tirade of want. He couldn't help but be bombarded by sense memories of last time... things said, things felt...

"Crowley?"

"Yes, love?" the demon whispered.

"If I'm yours for the, erm, taking, and... you're mine, then…" Aziraphale gulped hard.

"Yes?" Crowley asked, sick with curiosity and anticipation of what his lover might say.

"Does that mean that I can make requests?"

"Are you going to ask me to stop, and return to the fucking prophecies?" Crowley asked, teeth clenched.

Aziraphale's head lolled back against the books, and he swallowed hard. "No," he breathed. "I'm fairly certain I've forgotten how to read for the time being."

Crowley chuckled, nipping at Aziraphale's neck, taking advantage of the exposed flesh. He was now unfastening the fussy velveteen waistcoat, keeping him from even more angelic flesh. "Mmmm," he moaned, pressing his hardness with more force against Aziraphale's body. "So you'd like to make a request, eh? You know what you want. Good for you, angel. You're a fast learner."

"There's something you said last night, that keeps echoing in my mind," the angel said, with a tremulous voice. "You said it when when you… erm…"

"Had my hand slipping back and forth over your cock?" Crowley asked cheekily winking as he pushed the angel's jacket and waistcoat back over his shoulders and down his arms.

Aziraphale was now shrugging out of said clothing, blushing, and frowning a bit. "Well, that's… very vivid language."

"When I was stroking you off?"

Aziraphale let out a heavy breath, as though the words had punched him in the gut. "Oh my, y-yes."

Crowley began working on the rest of the buttons of the angel's shirt, delighting in watching him stutter and unravel a bit, at hearing the explicit descriptions roll off his reptilian tongue. "When we were both on the verge of spurting come all over each other?"

Aziraphale's eyes closed, and once again, his head rolled back against the books. "Oh, Crowley," he groaned. "You speak like a fiend."

"Mm-hm. Fiendish is my native language," the demon agreed, finishing the shirt's front buttons, and taking hold of one hand so has to unbutton the cuff. "Should I stop?"

"No," Aziraphale breathed, as Crowley unbuttoned the other cuff. "If my body's responses are to be believed, then I find that I rather like it."

"Yeah? So what fiendish thing did I say last night that's got you all hot and blushy today?" the demon asked, helping the angel out of his shirt.

"It was something you said you wanted to do to me." Aziraphale's voice was shy, tentative.

Crowley smiled. "Ahhh, yes. I said I want to taste you everywhere," he said, discarding the shirt on the floor.

"Yes."

"Well, I do want to."

"Then… will you do it, please?"

"You want me to put my mouth all over you, angel?" Crowley's lips and tongue were at work along the angel's shoulders.

"Yes."

"Shall I finish your shoulders, then move down your chest and hips?"

"Yes, Crowley."

"Shall I spin my tongue in circles on the insides of your thighs?"

"Oh, yes."

"And what else, angel?"

"I…"

"Tell me," Crowley urged. "Where are we going with this, Aziraphale? We both know what you're really asking for, so say it."

"I-I'd like... erm…"

Crowley forgot for a few moments to hedge away from the coarseness that came naturally to him. "You said you like the filthy words, so tell me you want me to suck your cock."

"I do want that," Aziraphale whimpered.

"You want to make requests? You like the dirty talk? Two birds, one stone, angel. Order me to my knees, and tell me to fill up my mouth."

"Oh… oh, dear. I… don't think I can say that, Crowley. Not yet. Not…" Aziraphale insisted, his voice trembling.

"Okay, okay…" Crowley relented, the burgeoning roughness pierced by the worry in his lover's voice. "I'm sorry. Too much, too soon."

He leaned forward and gave the angel a sweet kiss on the mouth.

"Someday… I hope not too long from now…" Aziraphale began.

"Sshh, it's okay. I know you can't be pushed. I know it well, been telling myself for centuries – I don't know what came over me." Mentally, Crowley tried to wrest himself back in check. He took a deep breath, and said, "For now, how about I be the demon, and you be the angel?"

"I think that would do nicely."

"I'll do something a bit wicked, and you can be all adorable and innocent. You can act appalled, if you'd like – that might be fun."

Aziraphale smiled softly, and said, "I'd rather be enthralled."

"That's good, too."

Crowley continued to kiss and lick all the way across Aziraphale's shoulders, from one end to the other, over the collar bone, over the bobbing Adam's apple, hands grasping at the gently, unconsciously gyrating hips. Aziraphale's hands braced behind him on a bookshelf, and he tried his best to be in the moment, keep his breathing even, and not to collapse at the knees from the intensity of it.

Crowley bent, and moved down over the soft, sparsely hairy chest, licking patches of flesh, and relishing in hearing the rough, quick intake of air it caused. He was making his way down to a kneeling position, and actually couldn't wait to get there…

…he also knew that he had to explore every inch of flesh between the angel's chin and waist first.

But it was only a minute before Crowley did slip to his knees - he couldn't help himself. And when he settled there, he looked up and found his companion looking back with fascination. Never breaking eye-contact, the demon unhooked and unzipped the bulging brown Glen-tartan trousers in front of him, and grasped at its waistband, and that of the fine linen undergarments behind it. He pulled down, bunching the clothes at the knees.

"Do you want to step out of them, or shall I just…" Crowley asked, showing Aziraphale his thumb and middle finger pressed together, ready to snap.

Aziraphale himself snapped, and suddenly the entire ensemble he'd been wearing was now neatly folded on his desk chair, with the shoes sitting atop.

His cock was now standing totally erect, right at eye-level to Crowley, who ignored it for the moment, and pressed his cheek and mouth against a trembling thigh. Crowley moaned a bit at the feel of this warm, angelic body, its scent, its subtle quivers. His tongue then ventured out of his mouth once more, and caressed the skin where torso meets leg. Aziraphale took in a sharp breath at being licked in places he had never contemplated, and gave a good moan himself at feeling a wet, lusty tongue moving down his thigh in circles. He struggled to remain on his feet, and not to squirm too much, but it was so hard not to twist and swoon…

Crowley's hand then found Aziraphale's inner thigh, and he pressed sideways, urging the angel to change position a bit, and allow access. Aziraphale shifted his weight, and braced himself more heavily against his left hand, allowing his right leg to crook a bit, and his inner thighs both to become reachable to a roving, reptilian tongue. The result was a breathy, instinctual appeal to the Almighty from the depths of Aziraphale's throat.

Crowley was doing what he'd expressed desire to do, in tasting his companion all over, including the inner thighs, and the only thing that was left was…

He sat back on his haunches, the position making his trousers incredibly uncomfortable. He looked up at the angel with a certain gravitas, and asked, "Are you ready?"

"I think I was ready a thousand years ago," Aziraphale heaved. "Only…"

"Yes?"

"Only, how do I…erm…"

"How do you what? You don't have to do anything, angel," Crowley said. He began to stroke the backs of his partner's thighs. "Just stand there, and let the fireworks happen."

"Yes, the fireworks, but, how do I let you know when the, erm… fireworks will be at their…"

"You don't have to let me know," Crowley said. "Just lose yourself. Let go. I'll be here to catch you."

"Really? But… I'll be… well, you'll be… what I'm saying is, there will be..."

Crowley smiled a bit wickedly. "Just come in my mouth, Aziraphale. What are you afraid of?"

Hearing the graphic language, again, hit the angel like a ton of bricks, and his voice jumped high. "O-oh, i-is that… normal?"

"Very normal, very hot - you'll see."

"It seems rather distasteful. Pardon the pun."

"Oh, trust me, it's not," Crowley sighed. "Can you do that - trust me?"

"Y-yes," Aziraphale responded. "You know I can."

"Good," the demon cooed, bringing his hands up to grasp the clenched, nervous bum. He gazed pointedly at the member bobbing in front of his face. "Because I'm going to make us both come so hard, we'll have to miracle ourselves upright."

And then, his lips closed over the head of Aziraphale's swollen cock, and slid forward, all the way down to the base. Suddenly, the still-skittish angel found his entire organ lodged in the mouth and throat of a demon, and his head swam. He cursed and didn't care who heard, and he felt that there must not exist any sensation in all of Creation that could even come close. No gourmet nor comfort food had ever been this good. No warm bath, no magic, no perfectly-delivered, ecstatic operatic note… nothing.

Aziraphale was too far gone to notice, but it was around this point when Crowley unfastened his own trousers, pulled his cock loose - as much out of necessity as desire - and began to stroke. He engaged one hand in this task, and the other with the angel's pleasure, planting it where Aziraphale's turgid member met his body.

The jaded, but now captivated demon, tightened his mouth and began to pull back and forth, letting the deep pink, distended flesh slip back and forth over his lips and just barely down his throat. He worked at the same pace as he stroked himself. And for his part, Crowley, too, felt that nothing had ever been this good. He relished in the entire sensory experience, including the pitch-perfect sound of Aziraphale having clenched his teeth and given a low growl of, "oh, fuck!" then moaning with total abandon, upon feeling his member entrenched for the first time in warmth and wetness. He was fairly certain that the angel wasn't even aware he'd said it, which made it amusing, as well as scorching.

Whenever he moaned, Crowley couldn't help but answer it with one of his own. The whole onslaught was so crackling hot, and put-out-your-lights fantastic, the moans came of their own accord. His hand sped up on his cock, and slowed again, as he felt he needed to back down from too much all at once. If Crowley had learned nothing in his six thousand years of temptation shags, it was how to control himself, although this experience was totally different from any other. Totally.

All too soon, the angel seemed to lose his balance, and his body shifted, his bum was now pressed against the shelf behind him. Crowley adjusted along with him, barely losing half a stroke either way.

"Sorry…" Aziraphale breathed. "Can't stay standing… too much. Too much…"

Crowley couldn't comment even if he cared to, because his mouth was totally full, totally occupied with bringing forth a torrent of pleasure from a flummoxed, frenzied, but very fervent angel.

"Crowley… Crowley…" Aziraphale panted as his knuckles turned white, grasping the shelf under his bum. "Is it… is it… oh, is it all right if…"

"It's all right," Crowley managed, pulling back, then re-filling his mouth. He let the angel's cock dip down his throat again, then pulled back once more. "All of it is all right."

Aziraphale groaned, and desperately buried one shaking hand in Crowley's flamboyant red hair. He found leverage in grabbing the demon's locks as hard as he dared, groaned, cursed again, and suddenly found his body giving way. His loins throbbed, and he knew that Crowley's mouth was being quite thoroughly flooded.

Crowley, in his turn, had begun to spurt over his pumping fist, and on the floor of the book shop, as soon as Aziraphale's hand had tightened on his head. He adored having his hair pulled, and the sensation, coupled with his first taste of angelic emissions, pushed him too far to hold onto his control.

Aziraphale was surprised at how long an orgasm could last, as his cock and all of the surrounding flesh throbbed and released, over and over. For several moments he simply couldn't see, and his entire body felt like an open, exposed nerve, deliciously warm and beating. He swooned a bit, once again, unsure if he could stay on his feet, but he managed…

And eventually, he let go of the hair tangled between his fingers and was able to focus his eyes and observe with fascination that nothing had escaped his lover's mouth. He shivered with lascivious wonder at the realisation that Crowley must have swallowed everything he'd given.

His mouth making a slippery wet pop as he released Aziraphale's temporarily spent member, Crowley finally exhaled and sat back once again on his haunches, forehead slick with sweat, all of his clothes still on, and a glazed-over look in his burning amber eyes. Aziraphale could see that he was grasping his own cock, and that his hand was strewn over with careless lines of come, and there were small pools of it on the floor between them.

"Oh dear, Crowley," Aziraphale whined.

Crowley was panting. "Don't worry, angel. It'll clean up fine, especially if we use magic."

"No, not that. It's just… well, you had to… for yourself."

Crowley smiled. "I'm hardly complaining here."

"All the same," Aziraphale said. He went to his knees to match Crowley, and to the demon's surprise, he cradled the handsome, angular face in both of his pale, angelic hands. "You said yourself, I'm a fast learner. There's no reason why I couldn't… you know, learn. To give you the same bit of ecstasy you've given me. What am I saying, bit of ecstasy? I mean, the same great swathes of unfathomable, mind-bending…"

"It's very early days, angel," the demon said, tucking himself back into his black vinyl trousers. "A few minutes ago, you couldn't even say the words."

"That was before I understood… this… this corner of physical experience. I'm in awe of it, in awe of you. I want to give the way you do."

"Well... how could I say no to that?" Crowley whispered, and their lips met desperately.

After a few moments of greedy searching tongues and lips, Aziraphale pulled away, snapped his fingers, cleaning up the slippery mess on the carpet and Crowley's fingers, and said, "Shall we close up shop, and go home, love?"

Crowley could only nod, with a bit of drunken bewilderment.


Okay. Wow. I hope you got lost in the moments...

Here are a few more thoughts:

1. While writing this, it occurred to me that given the vast amount of time involved in their relationship, past and future, they could go on for quite some time with Crowley just showing Aziraphale, step by step, what different "activities" feel like. But this is a) boring, and b) not something it seems like Aziraphale would abide for too long, being a creature of love and generosity. He'd want to be as much of a partner to Crowley as he could, and so...

2. It honestly felt RIGHT to keep going with the sexy happenings, for one more scene. This story is as much about two men discovering what it means to be in a relationship with each other, as it is about a possible imbroglio of Heaven, Hell, and Humanity, and the next step in their discovery, it seems to me, must be Aziraphale's learning to reciprocate. (It also seems likely that once the two of them got going, they wouldn't be able to stop for hours.) Again, I thought about writing, "And then they spent the rest of the night entangled, thus beginning Aziraphale's education as a giver," but felt it would be a disappointing cop-out, unworthy of the passion shared by this angel, and this demon. I realize it's fan fiction, but the goal here is not "smut," per se, but rather, a titillating, literate but beautiful, description of lovers learning to love each other. Totally pretentious, but in my mind, a lofty goal! :-)

Please let me know if you agree. As always, feedback is the lifeblood of a writer. Especially with a chapter like this, we really put ourselves out on the line! I could really use a word or two from folks who are following this story! Thanks so much for reading!