Chapter 7: Past, Truth and Future
Summary:
Crowley learns what had happened to Aziraphale. Interruptions are no more, the two finally alone are able to be together.
Notes:
So, I guess we earned the explicit rating this chapter.
The fandom spoke, after a poll was done to interrupt them again or let it go, we'll, it was let go. So enjoy your thirsty fandom. Lol.
For anyone not wanting to read this, the beginning is essential to the story.
It does touch on assault barely.Chapter Text
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Crowley's arms tightened around his angel as he hung up with Anathema, tossing the phone as far from them as he could. Looking down on questioning trusting blue eyes, Crowley didn't want to see the pain that was going to cross those eyes; he didn't want to be the one to tell him. The words seemed wrong to even say, who in this world thought of anyone like that, just going to give him away without him even knowing, not having a choice. Crowley remembered his own time, he remembered and couldn't imagine his angel, HIS angel being treated like this. Crowley tilted Aziraphale's head up towards him, his angel let himself be moved to where Crowley wanted him. How could anyone hurt this angel, his lips gently kissed him, resting his forehead against Aziraphale's. "We need to talk, Angel. We're fine, we'll always be fine. Nothing is wrong with us, just don't let that be a worry." Crowley felt Aziraphale tense then relax as he spoke, he was glad he told him not to worry, but his trust in Crowley gave him that much more reason to be angry with Gabriel. Hate quickly built within him.
Crowley pulled Aziraphale up, urging him to sit on his lap facing him, he wanted to see his eyes and be able to hold him. Crowley looked into the bluest of eyes he had ever seen, almost feeling inadequate to be graced by him, by his love. Crowley could see the worry growing, wrapping his arms around Aziraphale's waist he pulled him closer before he started talking. "Tracey is with Anathema, something is going on with EDEN, and Gabriel." Aziraphale instantly tensed within Crowley's arms, he knew Aziraphale would, he held him, gently tracing patterns up and down his bared back. "Are they alright?" Crowley's heart dropped even lower, of all things, he was worried about Tracey, about Anathema, didn't even think of himself or asking why. Crowley nodded, still tracing patterns along Aziraphale's back. "Angel, have you ever been involved with, in any way, Gabriel?" Aziraphale went to reel back from Crowley, his arms held him. "Stop, there is a reason I am asking you, please just answer me."
Crowley could feel the panic rising in Aziraphale, his breathing quickened, he shook his head no, it was too much panic coursing through Aziraphale. "Angel, breath, tell me what happened with him, I will tell you, please." Aziraphale looked at him; the hurt he didn't want to see ran through him, staining his blue eyes with panic in its wake, Crowley never wanted to see that again, he was going to erase that from his angel. "A few years ago, I had just started with EDEN, he was still the publisher, he would always tell me how exceptional my work was, that he had more jobs for me to do. I didn't know that he wasn't looking at me as just an employee, it wasn't till I was there a few months." Crowley could feel the shivers running up and down his angel, his anger building, keeping it in check, he pulled his angel closer. "Gabriel called me into his office, said he had a new project for me to do. Gabriel didn't, he tried to get me to agree to go out on a date with him, I said no, I wasn't interested. That wasn't good enough, so I went to leave, he got up behind me and cornered me. All he did was kiss me before I got out of there." Crowley pulled a growl back that was threatening to leave. "After that, a few days later, he became cruel, I tried to get out from having him be my boss, but Bee wouldn't let me. So I stayed and have just put up with everything they do. I figured I must have done something to have that happen."
Crowley lifted Aziraphale's chin, "You did nothing, Angel, even if you flirted or joked you said no, that should have been enough. Don't think you did anything wrong." Aziraphale smiled just slightly, blue eyes flicked to his lips for a moment before locking back on to his eyes, his angel was beauty incarnate, lightly he pressed his lips to Aziraphale's. Pulling his head back, he looked at Crowley, "Why did you ask that?" It was Crowley's turn to stiffen, it didn't escape the notice of Aziraphale. "Tell me." Crowley sighed, letting his forehead rest on Aziraphale's shoulder. "Tracey heard a conversation between Gabriel and Bee; you can't go back, Angel." Aziraphale leaned back, making Crowley look at him, "Why?" Crowley growled, "Well, I for one don't want you too, but that's up to you, however, please don't. Tracey heard that Bee promised Gabriel a gift." Aziraphale looked confused, "Okay, why is that a bad thing, everyone knows that they are a thing." Crowley shook his head, how do you tell someone this, "No, apparently they aren't, it's a thing yes, but the gift, well..umm." Aziraphale looked irritated, "Good Lord, Crowley, spit it out." Crowley's eyes dropped, his voice barely a whisper, "The gift is you."
"Sorry, what was that?"
"The gift is you."
Crowley watched as his angel stopped working, there was nothing in his eyes, they were blank. He waited a moment, Aziraphale hadn't moved, he wasn't sure he was breathing. "Angel?" Nothing, he just stared, looking through Crowley, not even at him. Crowley pulled him closer to him, he felt when Aziraphale started working again, he felt the intake of air, felt the shiver, and then the trembling. "Aziraphale, you don't have to go back, stay here with me." Aziraphale nuzzled up under his chin pulling his arms in, and under him, Crowley tightened his arms around Aziraphale. Crowley felt the sigh that left Aziraphale, he kissed the top of his head, his curls tickled his nose, tilting his head up, Aziraphale looked up at Crowley. "I won't go back, but you don't need to keep me here, I don't want to be a bother." Crowley looked down at him, "You are so far from a bother angel; you are more along the lines of air, can't live without it." Aziraphale blushed tilting his head back, Crowley kissed him, trying to pour his feelings into a kiss rather than saying them. "Please stay." Aziraphale's eyes shimmered with his answer, he nodded, pulling him into a kiss.
(Explicit starts here, not needed to continue the story)
Crowley released them from the kiss, looking at his angel, who was beaming at him, he couldn't help himself as he placed kisses all over his face. Kissing the tears from his cheeks, kissing his forehead, his nose. Aziraphale reached up, stilling Crowley, his hands on either side of his face. With a smile, slowly he placed kisses on his face, a kiss placed on each eyelid, his forehead, each cheek, his nose, then slowly Aziraphale, placed a kiss on his lips, letting his tongue touch upon his lips, begging for entrance with a sigh he felt his lips part. Tilting his head just slightly, he slotted their mouths together. Crowley's hand slid into the back of Aziraphale's hair, holding him there, Crowley pulled his hair back, Aziraphale let his head follow where Crowley pulled him, his mouth found Aziraphale's neck.
Crowley placed kisses against Aziraphale's fluttering pulse, he could feel it, against his lips, he felt it speed up with each kiss. He heard how much he was wanted with every sound, with every gasp, with every sigh that left his angel, Crowley knew it was because of him, it was because Aziraphale wanted him. Crowley rolled them back onto the bed, pushing Aziraphale back up to where they were before the phone call. Starting again wasn't required, they both picked up exactly where they had left off. The phone gone, there were no more interruptions, no more distractions, just them. Crowley's thoughts vanished when he felt his angel roll his body against him, causing friction between them. A gasping moan was more than music to Crowley's ears; he could feel just how much Aziraphale wanted him as he set a rhythm between them. He was in no rush; he intended to wipe any memory, or any feeling of Gabriel off his angel forever.
Aziraphale let his fingers travel along Crowley's spine, down his side, over his ribs, slowly up over his neck and into his hair, letting his fingers tangle in his hair. Crowley leaned down, bracing himself on his arm, his hand under Aziraphale's head, with his free hand he slid it down Aziraphale's side, stopping on his hip, holding him there. Crowley shifted his hips as he rolled them against Aziraphale, he could feel his angel hard against him, he heard his angel say his name reverently in barely a whisper. Crowley did it again, feeling fingers tighten in his hair, Aziraphales breath hitching on his every movement. His lips kissed down the side of Aziraphale's jaw; Aziraphale tilted his head back against the pillows opening his neck for Crowley. Keeping his hips slowly driving Aziraphale on edge, his lips pressed kisses along his neck, finding his collarbone, biting gently. Crowley was addicted to that gasp of air that would leave his angel when he did just the right thing, it became a need, he needed to have a gasping angel under him.
Crowley kissed over Aziraphale's shoulder, gently biting his way back up to his neck, letting his tongue touch along the side of his neck, nuzzling up under the delicate skin under his ear. Aziraphale turned his head towards Crowley, "Please, kiss me." Crowley smiled at him, looking into Aziraphale's eyes, his pupils dilating, Crowley was mesmerized looking into them, it was as if he was watching the stars being pulled into a black hole surrounded by a nebula. As if his angel was not already beautiful enough, he was lost in his eyes until he felt himself being pulled down to meet his angel's lips against his own. His eyes closed feeling Aziraphale open under him, his tongue danced with Aziraphale's, running his tongue against the sensitive roof of his mouth, feeling the gasp that escaped Aziraphale, rolling their hips against each other. Crowley slides his hand down to slide around the top of Aziraphale's trousers, teasing his side with his fingers, he looked at Aziraphale, "Is this okay angel?" Aziraphale pushed up against Crowley, dragging a moan out of him. Letting his head fall against Aziraphale's shoulder, kissing his neck, "I guess that was a yes?" Aziraphale grinned, "Yes, please."
Crowley kissed him before slowly moving down his neck, kissing over a shoulder, pulling his arm up, kissing his palm, the inside of his elbow. Continuing, slow open kisses, down his sides, biting, hearing gasps, and on occasion, a giggle. "Ticklish?" Aziraphale pulled Crowley's hair back, eliciting a gasping moan as he sat up and kissed Crowley thoroughly on the mouth, leaving him breathless, looking down into golden pools of light, "Yes, very." Aziraphale grinned, rolling Crowley over onto his back. Mischievous, fully blown eyes looked at him. Pushing Crowley back against the bed, Aziraphale wholly kissed him. Gently kissing him down the center of his chest, letting his perfectly manicured fingers drag down his sides, pressing in here and there, pulling sounds from Crowley that he had only dreamt of. Aziraphale spread his hands out along the sides of Crowley as he reached his hips holding him there, instead of fingers he left kisses along the top of his all too-tight jeans, that couldn't be comfortable anymore. Blue eyes looked up from where he teased with his tongue. Crowley glanced down at his angel, "Jesus angel, yes, don't stop now...please."
One very hedonistic unangelic angel was grinning wickedly while undoing buttons and all but tearing Crowleys all too-tight jeans off. Crowley watched as blue eyes devoured him before his angel kissed him from his ankle, sliding his tongue along his inner leg, to his thigh, while skimming his hands over both legs. Crowley dropped his forearm over his eyes, trying to hold his hips still, his angel was going out of his way, to kiss and touch everywhere but where Crowley needed it most. Aziraphale, kissed up his hip, along his stomach and avoided touching him, returning to kiss along the other hip. Crowley frustratingly groaned, as his demonic angel evaded him again, he may have heard a rather low chuckle, the bastard. Still, it was quickly forgotten as Aziraphale, slid his tongue from the base of Crowley's cock to the tip, running his tongue along the rim and up under the V, flicking his tongue. Crowley's hips pushed up into Aziraphale's mouth but were halted by Aziraphale, who pulled back and looked up at Crowley. "Stay still." Crowley swallowed at the command in his voice, he nodded, "Good, my dear." Aziraphale started again at the base of Crowley, running his tongue to the tip, opening his mouth and letting the tip of Crowley rest on the tongue that had always driven him to distraction.
Aziraphale purposely waited for Crowley to open his eyes, golden pools of light opened and locked onto oceans of blue, Aziraphale slowly closed his mouth around him. Keeping his eyes on Crowley, he made sure that he saw his cock disappear into his mouth, slowly he slid back up. Crowley groaned, hearing him Aziraphale went down on him, pushing himself until his nose touched Crowley's stomach, his hips moved, but he held them. Aziraphale grabbed one of his hands, entangling it in his hair, urging Crowley to move his head. Crowley looked at his angel, who, with a look, told him what he wanted. Crowley lost his breath as his head fell back, moving his angel's head, letting his hips push into his mouth. Crowley heard his angels moans, sinful celestial harmonies consistently being released with every thrust of his hips, urging him to continue. It was when Crowley held Aziraphale's head still, and he thrust up into his mouth, did Aziraphale push him over an edge Crowley didn't realize he was at. Aziraphale waited, and when Crowley pushed up into his mouth, he pulled hard against his hand in his hair, taking his cock into his throat and forcing a gag around Crowley.
Crowley couldn't help when his hips pushed up further into his angel's mouth. Aziraphale knew what he was doing and had wanted to do it for quite some time. Crowley gasped out Aziraphale's name as he was pushed over his resolve, unknowingly there, Aziraphale drank him through every wave of his orgasm, not missing a drop. Crowley panted, pulling his angle off of him, "Angel, stop, Jesus. You're going to kill me." Aziraphale grinned rather smugly as he wiped his mouth off, letting his tongue lick over his lips. Crowley watched the smug bastard, grabbing him by his shoulders; he flipped Aziraphale onto his back and looked at him. "My turn, angel." Aziraphale grinned, "Oh, I think you just had your turn." Crowley just looked at him, "Wow, for an angel, you do have an awful lot of demon in you, don't you?" Crowley's angel looked at him, a wicked grin replacing any semblance of divinity, "Not yet I don't." Crowley's jaw dropped at his angels' wording, "Well guess we'll have to do something about that." Crowley couldn't help his own grin as he crawled up Aziraphales' body.
Crowley had it in his mind to bring Aziraphale to more than just want, he wanted him to need him, desperately, he wanted to hear him beg for him. Crowley could use the break, without Aziraphale doing anything to him, but his angel had not been tormented like he had been. Crowley smirked as his fingers undid Aziraphale's trousers, "More buttons, Angel, really?" Aziraphale chuckled, "Would you like help, my dear?" Crowley smirked and rolled off of him, "I would love to watch you." Now what Crowley didn't know was that one hedonistic angel with an oral fixation had no problem with himself and rather enjoyed being watched. Aziraphale slid off the bed, standing in front of Crowley, reached down, pulling him up, so he was sitting at the edge of the bed his feet on the floor. Aziraphale leaned down, kissing him before standing back up, his fingers slowly undoing each button.
Crowley's eyes flicked between Aziraphales fingers, his eyes, his mouth, and back to his fingers. Crowley decided he was not going to be getting the break he needed, Aziraphale wasn't even touching him, and all he wanted to do was ravage him, or be ravaged by him. Aziraphale undid the last button, slowly sliding his trousers down, never leaving the front of Crowley, stepping out of his pants, he took Crowleys hands, placing them on either side of his thighs. "You finish unless you want to watch me." Crowley's breath decided it was no longer needed, his brain stopped functioning, Aziraphale didn't even have the courtesy to blush at his words, this, this right here was the angel that was on his stage. Crowley's mouth went dry, looking up into blown out blue eyes, "Watch..." was all he could get out. With a smirk, Aziraphale took Crowley's hands, sliding them to his undergarments, "You can at least slide them off of me." Crowley nodded, it was the only function that was left.
Crowley looked at his hands on his angel's thighs, he couldn't help but place kisses, bites while letting his hands go to and slowly pull Aziraphale's undergarments down. There was more to his angel than one would think, and he was thoroughly not disappointed, his eyes flicked up to a grinning angel. The bastard knew what he had and was keening under Crowley's gaze, a sharp intake of air. Crowley forgot he had said that he wanted to watch, Aziraphale, however, had not. So when Crowley went to lean forward, wanting to taste his angel, a hand in his hair suddenly held him away, just far enough that he couldn't touch or taste. Crowley whined, he didn't even know he could make that noise, he watched as Aziraphale took himself in his hand, wrapping his fingers around himself. Crowley watched, wishing he hadn't said he wanted to only look while at the same time was beyond turned on again.
Crowley watched his angel's hand slide over his cock, slowly up over the head of his cock with a twist before sliding down again. Crowley licked his lips before he swallowed, Aziraphale watched him, saw his pupils dilating again, saw him getting hard again. Aziraphale kept Crowley just out of reach, but close enough so he could see when the first bead of precum stood out on the head of his cock, he grinned. "Open your mouth, if you want, my dear." Crowley looked up and then in front of him, his mouth opening, welcoming him. Using Crowley's hair, he pulled him forward, sliding his cock over Crowley's tongue. Crowley closed his lips around Aziraphale, who pushed further into his mouth, groaning out his name, before pulling back out, his fingers tightening in his hair thrusting in again. Crowley's eyes had closed, Aziraphale started to thrust in earnest, getting closer to an edge he didn't want to tumble over just yet. "Crowley, please, in...fuck, stop." Aziraphale pulled him off of him, looking down, his hands on his shoulders, pushing him back up the bed.
Crowley grinned, "What do you want, Angel." Wanton eyes of an angel bore into his soul, "I want you to fuck me." Crowley stopped grinning and flipped Aziraphale onto his back, kissing him deeply, he stopped for a moment, reaching the side table where the phone had been, opening the drawer pulling out a smallish bottle. Crowley slid between Aziraphales legs, hitching one of his legs onto his hip. Aziraphale pulled him down into a kiss, desperately wanton, needing Crowley. Fighting with the bottle, with one hand, trying to keep his angel's lips against his, Aziraphale left the kiss and was kissing and biting up and down Crowley's neck. Between fighting off shivers and trembles that Aziraphale was causing, Crowley managed to get the bottle open, and overly filled his hand with lube. Crowley didn't give two shits.
Crowley tilted his head up and looked down at Aziraphale, "Are you sure?" Aziraphale smiled at him, "Please, Crowley, I need you." Crowley shuddered as his breath hitched. Crowley held Aziraphale's knee against his side, letting his fingers gently slide and tease around his rim, Aziraphale gasped, pressing down against fingers that wouldn't go any further than where Crowley allowed. Enjoying the sounds his angel was making, he slowly slid one finger inside him, arching off the bed and pressing himself down on his finger, Crowley grinned. Determined to take his angel apart, Crowley slowly, ever so slowly, slid his finger in and out of him, never thoroughly rubbing against him, just barely enough to take his breath away every few slides. Crowley could see his angel was getting frustrated with one, so slowly he added another, opening him just a bit more, watching Aziraphale writhe under him, his moans coming out in breathless gasps, he combined a third.
Crowley continued carefully thrusting his fingers into his angel, Aziraphale's fingers clawed down his back, lowering his lips to Aziraphale he kissed him. Fingers grazed across Aziraphale's prostate, he arched up against Crowley's body, moaning loudly into the kiss. Crowley held him there, removing his fingers and not letting him fall over the edge, keeping him there, on edge, desperately needy. Listening to gasps of pleading and breathless begs of an absolute angel, Crowley slowly started to slide himself into Aziraphale; he was still a bit tight around him, so he slowed, letting Aziraphale adjust around him. Aziraphale was writhing under him, trying desperately to press himself further onto Crowley's cock. Aziraphale had Crowley to distraction, and keeping his angel from fucking himself on his cock was taking more effort than he had anticipated. Sliding his hands under Aziraphale's shoulders, Crowley grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling himself up and fully into Aziraphale.
Crowley's head fell onto Aziraphale's shoulder, holding on as his angel arched up under him, calling his name, manicured nails ripped down his back. Rocking his hips, Crowley pushed himself just that much deeper into his angel, gasps for air, desperate keening wanton begs of his name. Crowley looked at his angel, his head tilted back his neck fully available. Panting breaths were leaving his mouth, Crowley licked his neck before biting into the flesh there. Aziraphale whimpered in pleasure, sliding himself partially out, he pressed himself back in. Aziraphale tilted his hips, wrapping his legs around the back of him; he pulled him into him, a quick intake of air, and Crowley found himself on his back with a dangerously aroused Aziraphale on top of him.
Crowley went to speak, a tilt of Aziraphale's head, and a quick shift of his hips shut Crowley up. Aziraphale rolled his hips back, up and then slid down on him, deeper than he had been. Crowley arched up into Aziraphale, hitting him just right, Aziraphale rocked again, "Do that again, please." Crowley did the same movement again, "Oh, god, Crowley please..again" Crowley placed his hands on Aziraphale's hips, and repeated meeting his angel's hips every time they came back down onto him. Aziraphale reverently calling out Crowley's name, every time he fucked himself down onto Crowley. Aziraphale's let his head fall back, as Crowley thrust up into him particularly hard, his air leaving in a gasp.
Crowley grinned, his eyes fully blown, his need just as much as Aziraphale's, he was going to be damned if his angel was going to last longer than him, again. Wrapping his nimble fingers around Aziraphale's length, he slid his hand up and over the tip, taking the precum in his hand, sliding between his fingers. Aziraphale s hands grabbed onto Crowley's thighs bending back just slightly, holding on, rolling his hips in time with Crowley's hand on him. Trembling with each pump of his cock, Crowley would squeeze on the way up, twisting around the tip before quickly sliding back to the base of his cock and pumping him suddenly before starting over. Aziraphale was trembling, under Crowley's whim, "Do you want to cum, Angel?" Aziraphale shivered, he nodded. "Beg me, Angel." Crowley's hand stopped.
Aziraphale's eyes flew open, blown out blue locked onto a molten gold, Aziraphale shivered, he had stopped breathing for a moment. Aziraphale was beyond rational thought, he was entirely at Crowley's whim, and right now, it was too make him beg for what he wanted most. Crowley slid his hand over Aziraphales cock, then stopped, he heard the gasp, "Beg me, Angel." Aziraphale decided, and not with his brain that he was not beyond begging. "Yes, please fuck me, Crowley, please make me cum." Crowley grinned. "Get on your knees, Angel, you're going to say my name." Aziraphale scrambled off Crowley, turning and dropping onto the bed, knees up, his forehead on the bed. Crowley slowly got up, dragging his nails over Aziraphales' body, enjoying the shiver that he could see go through his angel.
Aziraphale glanced behind him, feeling hands on both of his hips, he could feel Crowley teasing him, pushing the head of his cock into him, letting the rim catch and then pulling out. Dragging whimpers out of his angel, Crowley slapped his ass and buried himself inside his angel. "Oh..go...Crowley." Crowley grinned, "That's once." Aziraphale looked over his shoulder up at Crowley, who slapped the other side of his ass, slamming into him again, "Oh fuck.." Aziraphale buried his face in the blankets. "Close Angel, but that wasn't my name; it is what I am about to do to you, though." Aziraphale keened under Crowley's command, he would do whatever that man wanted him to do, Aziraphale was in need, in need of Crowley. Just as he promised, Crowley started to fuck him in earnest, Aziraphales hands twisted into the bedding, panting, "Please, god, oh..please..." Crowley grinned, "Nope, wrong diety Angel, right now, I'm your god, beg me, Angel..."
Aziraphale cried out, "Crowley, please, oh god, please..." Crowley slammed into his angel a little harder, eliciting more cries and moans. Purposely missing hitting that little spot of nerves to send his angel over the edge, "That's twice, I am going to use you until I hear my name and only my name, then I'll let you cum for me." Aziraphale rolled his hips as he pushed unexpectedly back into Crowley, two could do this. Crowley stuttered for a moment, "Bad angel, pleassssse, ssshit." Crowley all but hissed out, he rocked his hips into Aziraphale, deeply, hitting the bundle of nerves, slowly sliding over it, he heard his angels growl, wanton desperate, needful...Crowley leaned over Aziraphale, letting his body mold against the back of Aziraphale, rolling his hips into him again. Aziraphale started to moan out a mantra of Crowley's name, over and over again. "That's better."
Reaching under his angel Crowley wrapped his fingers around his leaking cock, letting the precum slide over his cock, he stroked him in earnest, rolling his hips in tandem as he fucked his angel. Aziraphale arched his back, even more, opening a tad more, it was enough, just enough, "Please Crowley, oh...please...cum in me, please..." Crowley almost tumbled over the edge without his angel, barely holding on, "Cum for me angel, let me feel you cum in my hand...let me hear you." Aziraphale didn't need to be told twice, as Crowley fucked him with his hand, and slammed into him, Aziraphale came, hard, calling out his loves name. Crowley followed suit as his angel rolled his hips and slammed back into him, then writhing and squeezing around him with every pulse of his orgasm. Crowley collapsed on top of his angel, who, in turn, collapsed onto the bed, with a giggle.
Crowley kissed along Aziraphale's back, he could feel his angel tremble under him, then a giggle. Crowley shook his head rolling off of his angel and onto the bed, breathing deeply, Aziraphale didn't bother moving, he turned his head and opened his very tired sated blue eyes and grinned at his love. Crowley laid on his side, looking into his angel's eyes, "You okay?" Crowley asked honestly, running his hands gently over Aziraphales back. Aziraphale smiled, "Yes, but that feels very nice." he giggled again, letting his eyes close. "What are you on about Angel?" Aziraphale looked at him, and grinned, "Well my dear, I am going to be a bit sore, you aren't exactly small." he giggled again seeing the smirk that crossed the face of his love. Aziraphale knew he would see that reaction, he couldn't hold back a smile of his own. Aziraphale started to doze off, while Crowley drew random designs along his back, looking at him.
Crowley watched as Aziraphale's breathing slowed, his eyes were closed, and he was quite thoroughly and happily fucked. Reaching out Crowley moved the tousled curls off his love's face, he sighed, quietly he whispered, "I love you, you bastard." Laying his head on the pillow, he draped an arm and a leg over his love, cuddling into Aziraphale as his eyes closed, unexpectedly a sleepy angelic voice broke the silence, "I love you too dear." Crowley's eyes opened to see an angelic face, eyes closed, but a smile plastered on his face, Crowley smiled, kissing Aziraphale gently, they fell asleep.
Outside Gabriel had been waiting for Aziraphale to leave the bistro, to go home, where he should be, home alone, where Gabriel could keep track of him. Hours had gone by, and no Aziraphale, no Crowley, no movement, only the lights in the front room of the second floor. Gabriel thought of just going in but thought better of it. It was when the lights all went out on the second floor, and all was quiet on the street that Gabriel made a realization. Aziraphale wasn't going home that night, he was staying with Crowley, alone, in his house, with him. Gabriel reeled when he had remembered the kiss he saw, the way Aziraphale had tilted his own head to entice a kiss from Crowley, and Aziraphale had, he had kissed him, willingly. Gabriel fumed, taking out his phone he texted Hastur and Ligur if Aziraphale wasn't going home then they were going to take his home from him.
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