Chapter 14: Breaking Chains - EXPLICIT

Summary:

Breaking Chains and Creating Bonds
Memories and Pain

PLEASE NOTE THIS IS THE EXPLICIT ONE!

ALSO, I would suggest reading the clean one as well if you want more memory

Notes:

PLEASE NOTE THIS IS THE EXPLICIT ONE!

ALSO, I would suggest reading the clean one as well if you want more memory

Thank you to my beta kunstbyj

Chapter Text

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Crowley looked down into the blazing blue eyes, he could feel Aziraphale searching his very grace, something was still missing from them, there was an emptiness. Aziraphale pressed his head closer to Crowley's chest, hearing his heartbeat, slowly nuzzling his way up under his chin, no words said, a singular vibrating pulse radiating off of Aziraphale. A dance, a song, a beckoning Crowley could feel, however, couldn't remember the steps or words. Crowley lifted his hand to Aziraphale's face trying to tip it up to look into his eyes. Aziraphale stepped closer to him, holding him to the door, pulses of something Crowley didn't understand continued slamming into him one after another, the breath he had never needed to be taken from him at each vibration.

Aziraphale's eyes blazed a blue fire, growing more desperate, more frustrated with each moment Crowley didn't understand. Finally, Aziraphale looked up, meeting Crowley's golden glow, their eyes met Crowley felt as though he was falling from the Heavens through clouds quickly Crowley's eyes shut. Crowley hit the bottom of his fall with a resounding smack, no pain came, questioning himself if he had fallen. Crowley opened his eyes, taking in the darkness around him, he could see the glow from his own eyes lighting the way.

In a covered corner, Crowley found himself looking down at the glowing mark on the ground, absently Crowley touched his chest. Carefully he walked further out, leaving the spot where he had landed. Looking up into the vast open sky was awe-inspiring, spectacularly lit starfields, nebulas, lights of dancing colors, the breath he didn't need was stolen from him. Crowley remembered this view from somewhere; he couldn't remember why, but he knew it.

Looking out across a field of colors, flowers, stardust, and sparkle, Crowley saw an angel dancing, spinning, heavy chains still dangling from delicate wrists, dragging on elegant ankles that gracefully turned and pirouetted against the weight, regardless of how it pulled at her. Crowley walked closer, recognition of the being came to Crowley; she was the being that was chained in his dreams, being forced to shift between beings and genders. Her look this time was one of joy, singing a song that pulled at Crowley's heart, he watched her dance, hair of white glowing curls that shone off every strand, wrapping around her delicate features, floating off and away from her hourglass figure. A song of old descended from her lips; it pulled Crowley, he couldn't understand it, as she sang it, but he needed to go closer.

Large double wings unfurled from her, the more she sang, the happier she seemed, Crowley could see her better now. Spinning amongst the flowers, she danced and sang, then she would stop, her body flaring up with blackened flames of divinity before subsiding, the dance and her song would begin again. Crowley watched in utter amazement of her; she was beautiful, graceful beyond measure, her wings opened, pressing air under them only gathering a few feet before being pulled back down to the ground by the chains that bound her. On bended knee, her hair hung around her face, Crowley caught her attention as he came closer.

Silently she flipped her head up, platinum curls flying back over her shoulders, leaving a spray of silver and gold stardust that surrounded Crowley. Crowley watched her eyes open, burning blue embers, sparking with frustration, regret, pain, anger, need, desperation. Tentatively standing she took a step forward, she gazed at him, a tilt of her head, an instant recognition of him, a spark, a vibrating pulse so strong it bowled him over, waking him from the dream, only find Aziraphale dropping to the floor in front of him. Crowley caught Aziraphale under his arms, pulling him back to the bed and laying him down. Looking down at Aziraphale, he remembered the feeling of him, somehow, but not him. Crowley needed Gabriel to give him more information, now and not later, there was no time.

Crowley quietly closed the door behind him and walked out into the room only to find Gabriel already sitting on the couch, looking at him. "I felt it, you need your memories back and maybe finishing what happened is needed, at least before you bring him back together." Crowley tilted his head, coming to sit across from Gabriel, a nod of his head, he sat still trying to take in all that he saw. Gabriel sat back, taking a deep breath, "Remember you promised, no harm to Anathema or me, your kind of all of us can't break promises." Crowley growled lightly, hating the fact that an Archangel would know and remember, but he sat back and listened.

"The story I will tell you is from long ago, much further than you would remember, at least now, but there is a way to get it all back, please keep that in mind, my friend." Crowley shifted under the weight of that word ~Friend~. "You and Aziraphale were born at the same time from different parents, his, as you know, were Raphael, and Beelzebub, who I am sure are going to be here once they realize that their child is here. You are a bit different; you are the child of Lucifer and Lillith; ...now that you were made aware of this and I am breaking every rule that was put into place, you will be summoned as well." Gabriel picked up the bottle of whiskey off the table, forgoing a glass, leaning back, drank directly from the bottle.

"Anathema and I will need a new home, especially seeing as you promised to help get our child, and I will willingly go against every rule that was put in place at the time of the great war and the fall." Crowley nodded at him, trying to wrap his endlessly vast mind around what he was being told. Though it made sense why Hell could never hurt him and why he didn't fall, why did Aziraphale?

"Gabriel, why did Aziraphale fall, and what did you mean by bringing him together?" Crowley paused for a moment, "I will need more information about everything, but we need to take care of a potential problem, and from what I saw and felt in there, this situation might be just that." Gabriel sighed deeply.

"What you see here is Aziraphale, what he is, but with every pair of Nephalem one can switch, so your kind does not end. You both were made of celestial beings, both angelic and demonic, but because you were born, so must your offspring. Aziraphale was the one born with the ability to switch, which means together, he is stronger and more powerful than most, and because of your heritage, you are just as powerful. Together you can shake the very foundations of existence." Gabriel waited a moment, tilting his head, blazing violet eyes looked out at Crowley, whose eyes had started to flare.

"So why is he in two different realms then? Why is he apart, why can't I remember Gabriel?" Crowley sat on the edge of his chair, eyes flaring brighter. Gabriel felt Crowley's anger, realizing it wasn't at him, he comfortably sat back, continuing to drink.

"I started to train you, that is how you met Aziraphale, the two of you just well, you were the missing part of each other. Heaven was still learning what your kind were, it was just before the fall. The fall was already happening, it had already been decided who was falling. Hence why you are both divine and demonic, decisions were already made, but Heaven needed to know what made you tick if you were going to be a problem. Aziraphale changed one day, no one knew your kind could do that. It was when love entered the picture, you marked him, you had become bonded pair, you were the first. Micheal wanted to control your kind, she panicked when she realized what Aziraphale could do, it was the start of the fall. Micheal rushed you, her weapon drawn, your father saw and rushed forward, realizing you were going to be killed, but before he could reach you, Aziraphale threw themselves in front of you; they were hit while facing you." Gabriel touched the back of his neck. "That's where Aziraphale was hit by Micheals divinity, the marks you have was the way your bodies protected themself. You are made of both, so his body took what it could, but the rest went through him and splashed onto your chest, it was still too much that he took, you tried to hold him. You spun with him as he was struck by Micheals blade, Aziraphale wrapped his wings around you and took each blow from Micheal, one last strike with pure divinity, and he fell. Your father grabbed you before Micheals blade struck you and he willingly fell, guarding you with his wings, you both fell from Heaven."

Crowley fell back against the chair, his breathing slightly panicked, his body seemingly remembered even though his mind could not, "Why don't I remember any of that?" Crowley looked pleadingly at Gabriel before his eyes flicked back to his bedroom door. Crowley realized behind the door was another Nephalam, his soulmate who had given all they were to save him.

"Because, Crowley, I was sent to take your memories from you. You slept for a long time after that, and when you awoke, apparently someone keeps erasing your memories." Gabriel waiting for the glaze to leave Crowley's eyes.

"Why did you call me friend, Gabriel?"

"Because you were my friend, that was why Heaven sent me, they knew you would trust me, you wouldn't attack me. I am so sorry Crowley, I was so blind and didn't think for myself, yet, but I do now and am here. I can help give you back what I took from you, and I can show you what I remember from then. However, even though I kept your memories, there are many that you, you saw far too much. You will see Aziraphale fall unless you want me to keep those, I can." Crowley shook his head ~No~ he wanted all of his memories back he needed to know. "Alright, Crowley, just remember something, all the feelings, all the sights, sounds, smells everything is going to rush back to you." Crowley put his finger up.

"You didn't tell me why Aziraphale is in two realms at once." Gabriel visibly swallowed, Crowley's eyes started to flare again.

"When Aziraphale hit the floor, his divinity left that mark behind, he was shattered from the fall, it burnt its mark into the new Hell, it was the last effort for him to find you again, but as he fell, because of the pain, any being would do anything they could to stop the pain. Aziraphale kept switching between his two forms, when he hit, Aziraphale was her, and Micheal having followed sealed his mark, keeping his divinity in front of your door, for eternity. How EDEN somehow figured out what he was and that he could be more than one thing. I don't know, or even how anyone would be able to figure that out. In my opinion, Micheal still has something to do with this. She has been trapped here for as long as I can remember. You might be able to break the chains that hold her where she resides, since the fall." Crowley looked at Gabriel.

"I never mentioned chains Gabriel, how would you know that?" Gabriel looked down into the bottle.

"Your memories weren't wiped right away, you knew at one point that Aziraphale was shattered, but you couldn't find Aziraphale, neither could we, he just vanished. That's why you have been looking for something for years upon years. You've been trying to put him together, your mate, your other half, you may not have remembered, but apparently, your grace did." Gabriel looked remorseful as if part of him had broken by doing what he had been ordered. "Please let me help you, I can give you back what I have, but the rest is up to you, I don't know how being held like that for as many years will do, but if you don't, you'll never be whole and neither will he." Crowley nodded at him.

"Alright, Gabriel, do what you need to." Crowley leaned his head back, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Gabriel looked at him like he had lost his mind. Watching Gabriel tried to hold back a chuckle.

"Crowley, what the hell are you doing?" Crowley opened one of his eyes with a shrug.

"I don't know, saw it in a movie."

"For the love of...just go into your room and lay down. You're going to need to be near him to find him. Sitting in a chair like I am going to hook you up to some machine, really Crowley." Gabriel followed him into Crowley's bedroom, giving him a light shove.

Crowley laid down next to Aziraphale, taking his hand in his. Crowley watched Gabriel, who touched his forehead and closed his eyes. Crowley watched, looking nervous when Gabriel peeked at him, "Just kidding, sorry I had too, that was just too funny Crowley, too many movies."

"You are a right ars..." Gabriel snapped his fingers before Crowley could finish his sentence, molten gold eyes slammed shut, sparks, lightning, spirals, stardust, a song. Crowley's mind was flooded with memories, sounds, songs, smells, and agony. Then screams. Screams he wanted to close out, he didn't want to hear those, he didn't want to smell that, what was that. Crowley could see himself screaming for someone, feeling heat dripping from his arms, he looked down, golden blood flowed over his arms.

"Oh god, help him, please, he's bleeding, help, him, NO...he's burning."

Then as the memory came back in full, the dimmed eyes he could barely see in other dreams came into complete clarity. Crowley saw those firey blue star dusted eyes looking back at him, the pain as the shine of a blade came down across Aziraphale's back. The feeling of blood pouring out of his mate, the struggle trying turn Aziraphale away from the sword. Aziraphale's white wings wrapped around Crowley, the sound of flesh being sliced through, the thunk of a bone stopping a blade. Aziraphale pushed Crowley away, his blood spraying Crowley with the effort, turning Aziraphale looked directly at Micheal as he fell, still defiant, switching himself between forms as he burned. Crowley remembered something that Gabriel didn't, Crowley had tried to catch Aziraphale, as Crowley flew towards Aziraphale, the faster Aziraphale fell. Aziraphale's wings were burning, turning to dust, Crowley could see the bones and the blood pouring out of Aziraphale's broken body. Crowley watched as Aziraphale arched backward, sending out one last pulse of love, protection, it hit Crowley throwing him back to Heaven's floors and away from Aziraphale, black flames engulfed him, Aziraphale vanished into a cloud of ash and smoke. To Crowley, Aziraphale was no more.

The pain of the memory encompassed Crowley, he curled in on himself, the sobs that left him, the cries that wracked his body were memories, he watched from somewhere else, but he felt them. A loud cracking noise caused him to turn suddenly seeing, Micheal, with her bloodied weapon raised, pointed at Crowley, who was on his knees, where Aziraphale had fallen. Tilting his head back, Micheal started to bring her weapon down to end Crowley. Crowley continued to watch as his father, his wings already blackened, already damned, wrapped himself around his son, and fell off the edge of Heaven. Crowley could still feel the warmth of his father as he held him, could hear his words, protecting him from the fall.

Crowley was gasping at the air he didn't need, remembering, watching his own life open before him. Watching he saw himself and his father, Lucifer land on the cold stone of Hell's floor. Both looked down at the glowing red mark on the ground. They had landed where Aziraphale had been thrown into and trapped. Crowley watched as Lucifer check him over, using what ability he had left to heal his son's wounds, but touching upon his chest, the mark would not be repaired. Lucifer left him then to gather the rest of the fallen, they were still his kin, Crowley caught glimpses of Beelzebub searching, then their eyes met, and they came to where Crowley stood.

Beelzebub dropped to their knees on the mark, eyes wildly searching the area for any trace of their child, for Aziraphale. So much sorrow it was overwhelming for even Crowley to view, to feel, they were his memories, he didn't want these but knew he had to have them all. As chaos ruled Hell, fallen angels were being collected, healed, and cared upon, Crowley saw Gabriel appear, Crowley started to go to him. Crowley watched Gabriel's hand go up, saw fallen angels running for him, a snap, then darkness, Crowley watched himself waking in his house, only knowing what he was. He worked for both Heaven and Hell. The pain was gone, the feeling of loss was not.

Gabriel had let his memories slip in with Crowleys, these he felt nothing but his own emotions, but it was chunks of information he needed, that Crowley had no knowledge of anymore. Crowley watched as Gabriel searched for Aziraphale, hunted and stalked for him, years on end looking until he finally found him. Crowley couldn't tell how many years had gone by, but Aziraphale had been chained, not awake, not asleep, but something altogether different. Gabriel waited, once the humans all around had gone, he went to Aziraphale's side, healing him, but even he could not break through to him, his mind was broken shattered and somewhere else.

Gabriel had gone back to Heaven to find out more information, but as he wandered the halls heading to the spire, he stumbled upon Micheal talking. Quietly he eavesdropped on Micheal, who was bragging about what they had done to Aziraphale. How Micheal kept him broken and wandering with the humans, his grace split and separate from one another, never to be together again, how his mate would suffer for all time. There was nothing Gabriel could do about it but keep Aziraphale alive, which, as Crowley watched Gabriel did. Gabriel even brought him around to be Aziraphale, he may not remember, but he was at least alive. What Gabriel had done was why he had been sent to EDEN by God. God had received information of what was happening.

Gabriel's memories became foggy shortly after his arrival to EDEN, only flashes of Anathema, Aziraphale, and chains. Crowley could feel the happiness that befell Gabriel with every blink of Anathema, the Archangel absolutely had fallen in love with her, an Earth Angel. Crowley, unfortunately, saw how the child was conceived, he personally was going to hurt Gabriel for scarring him.

Gabriel's memories suddenly placed Crowley in a training arena; he stood in the middle of it, watching a younger version of himself. Gabriel was teaching him how to use a sword, although, in Crowley's opinion, he preferred a whip, to which Gabriel relented and handed young Crowley one. Crowley watched as Gabriel directed him, seeing himself spin, the whip flowing easily under Crowley's direction, the whip being used as an extension of himself; it was a part of him. Gabriel suddenly was smirking, Crowley's attention had been diverted, and as Crowley watched, he saw himself being toppled over by Gabriel. Crowley looked in the direction that he had been mesmerized by, he understood why. Crowley remembered it.

Gliding down from above was an angel, glowing, beautiful, soft, not all hard angles like the rest. Wings that he had never seen before on any angel, they gleamed white, barely-there colors spiraling through them, Crowley's eyes followed the line of the wings to starlit filled ebony fields of feathers encompassing the white. Crowley kept watching as the Angel stretched his wings out, there were two full sets of wings, the Angel locked eyes with him. A smile to end the ages beamed at Crowley, eyes of the most vivid blue, filled with nebulas worth of starlit colors, sprinkled with bits of gold and silver, ever moving. That was when Crowley had first seen Aziraphale, his Angel, his mate, his love, Crowley just didn't know it yet. Memories started to shift again, Crowley had to balance himself, it was still Gabriel's memory, but this one was different.

Standing behind a wall, Gabriel was watching Micheal, just beyond Micheal, Crowley could see himself and Aziraphale, alone. Crowley watched the memory, saw himself and Aziraphale walking under the stars, a song was being sung by Aziraphale, Crowley remembered the song. Crowley's heart ached to hear the song again, it was a song for him, a promise, an admission of love. Crowley watched and remembered, this was the place that they had first kissed, looking on he saw the kiss happen, his heart filled with a warmth of love.

Micheal growled, turning away from the two of them, the memories became fuzzier, darkness, Crowley found himself standing barefoot on soft grass, the sky above filled with the stars that matched his Angel's eyes. The music, he could hear his song, a song was being sung, he walked towards it, then he stopped seeing her, the trapped part of Aziraphale, she was still chained in the prison that Micheal had made for this part of Aziraphale.

Crowley wasn't sure how to fix this, but he was going to make it to her; this time, he wouldn't be stopped. Brilliantly beautiful hair floated around her as she danced, perpetually stuck in an endless song and dance, trying for too many years to escape. Crowley continued to walk towards her, she stopped on bended knee, her hair hanging in front of her face again, before she could lift her head and have her hair cast out the stardust, Crowley's fingers touched her chin, lifting her eyes to meet his. Slowly she stood, blue flames taking him in, recognition of him, a smile to stop all time danced across her lips and over a tear-stained face. Gently her hand raised to Crowley's jaw, tracing it with nimble fingers, touching him softly afraid that he would disappear.

Crowley remembered the song, her touch, gentle, his, always his, memories flowed of how she had fallen, trying to protect him, half of her memories gone. Her lips brushed over his, her warmth filling him, hope, love, all that he had lost. Crowley's arms slipped around the delicate Angel in front of him, pulling her closer to him. He deepened the kiss ever so slowly. A thought of Aziraphale crossed Crowley's mind, sleeping next to him; he was here somewhere. Aziraphale filled Crowley's mind, the sounds of chains, then a dull thud, then another, another, a final one, Crowley felt her sigh into the kiss. Crowley felt when the collar on her neck fell away, she spun away from him her wings free. They shot out of her, into the air she flew, sighing and crying she was free, from within her a glow. It was small at first, but it grew.

Evermore extensive, encompassing her in the glow of her divinity and its entirety, pulling in on herself, wings enclosing around her, black flamed divinity exploded from her. Happiness, love, relief came from her as her feet touched the ground and knelt, facing away from Crowley. Walking back up to the Angel, Crowley saw the shimmer, the intake of breath, standing free of chains, and turning to him was Aziraphale. Blue eyes meeting golden pools of light, Aziraphale rushed to him, his hands touching Crowley's face.

"I remember you." Aziraphale smiled at Crowley, gently touching his face.

"I remember you." Crowley smiled back at him, pressing his face against Aziraphale's hand.

Crowley pulled Aziraphale to him, kissing him with a love of loss for far too many years. Aziraphale's hands reaching up and into long dark red curls and waves, they remembered. A love of ages past, when in Heaven they were in love and wanted more, instead, one gave all they were to save the other. Too many years since Aziraphale had fallen, and now he was together. The world around them shimmered into a vast open star-filled sky. Stars twinkled like diamonds, stardust shimmered and fell from Aziraphale's wings surrounding them.

Around them, their physical memory of what they were shimmered letting go of their celestial forms. Crowley's dark shimmering mist, gleefully danced and glided, through the nether faster than Aziraphale could keep up with. The darkness of the nether came to light as Aziraphale released a pulse of divinity, lighting everything, capturing Crowley's attention in its wake. Aziraphale caught him in his arms, the two tumbling through the nether till wings caught air. Aziraphale's bright shimmering grace reached out, gently touching, sliding around Crowley's misty shadowed grace.

Crowley's grace remembered the touch of Aziraphale's, without hesitation, silver, and golden threads intertwined. Broken and frayed bonds were healed, Aziraphales grace healing wounds that only the other could heal, Crowley looked on as Aziraphale shimmered in his form, beckoning him to follow. Crowley did as he was asked, letting his arms slide around his Angel, finally kissing him, knowing he was his. Crowley realized his search was over, his heart sang the same song as Aziraphale had been singing the entire rime. They were one again, and Aziraphale wasn't going to let him go, not until their bond was made again.

Crowley's instinct was never dampened by the lack of his memory; it was embedded in his very being. Aziraphale was built more on heavens' rules, fall, or not that would never change within his nature. Raphael's grace flowed through Aziraphale, his need for an eternal bond drove him to Crowley, one and only one would forever be his. Crowley's hand slid to the back of Aziraphale's neck, his celestial form shivered as his hand brushed over their mark. Their promise of forever burnt into both of them as a badge of loyalty, of eternity to never be broken.

Aziraphale's hand rested on Crowley's chest, tilting his head back he looked into Crowleys eyes. Tilting his head down their lips met, it was a gentle kiss, a promise of more, a promise of eternity. Silver threads reached out from Aziraphales' grace, pleading and caressing Crowley's grace. Eyes closed, their kiss deepened, becoming more, golden thread wrapped around Aziraphale's grace pulling him closer to Crowley. Sighing Aziraphale slid his hands into Crowley's hair, silver and gold intertwined together, colors of rainbows and stars flowed in and out of their grace.

Full wings of white, wrapped around them, falling through space and time, the angellic bond healed, connecting them together. Their memories becoming one again, Crowley remembered the song, remembered the words of old, his arms tightened around his Angel. Aziraphale's wings opened, catching the air above the waters of their singular world. Crowley felt the sudden stop and opened his eyes, pulling away from the kiss he looked around him. Aziraphale smiled, letting his wings glide them down to the soft grass of their hillside over the ocean. The sky was bright with stars that they had created together, matching his Angel's eyes, a nebula that Aziraphale had made, golden stars surrounding a darkened star. They were home, what they had created together so long ago.

Crowley looked at Aziraphale, smiling, seeing his golden threads encompassing his grace, protecting him. Reaching out to touch Crowley, Aziraphale breathed deeply, a sigh that he had been holding for countless years. Crowley pulled him into his embrace, seeing the silver threads spiraling around him, Crowley realized he had the angelic bond he so desperately needed. Picking Aziraphale up, Crowley's wings unfurled, thrusting them both into the air in a spin of joy, Crowley kissed Aziraphale deeply, his forever was with him, and he wanted to show him.

It was when Aziraphale parted his lips in a puff of air that allowed Crowley to taste his angels' lips, that the world started to shift. The world around them heated, the glow of embers and fire blazed. Darkness was lit by red and golden stars, the sparkle of ash burning through the air, a cavern of glittering gold. Crowley's Hell enveloped them, encompassing them in the heat that Crowley needed and desired had to have. Aziraphale breathed deeply smelling his loves scent, apples, trees, cinnamon, fire, Aziraphale needed to be enveloped within Crowley's demon.

Aziraphale's instincts remembered letting his head fall back, opening himself to Crowley. Crowley growled, dragging teeth down his Angel's neck, fangs descending scraping against the soft flesh he found. Crowley pulled open the collar that was in his way, running his tongue over the angelic flesh his teeth worried, open kisses fell upon Aziraphale's jawline back to his Angel's mouth. Crowley devoured Aziraphale's mouth, who answered his need just as thoroughly, their kiss needful yet lovingly gentle.

Crowley pulling away from the kiss, his golden eyes flames of need, his fingers snapped, the world curled around them. Aziraphale opened his eyes; he was awake. Shuddering Aziraphale blinked pure blue flames into existence. Crowley's need to claim Aziraphale was feral, a deep-seated animal curled deep within him that needed to make the world at large know that Aziraphale was his. Aziraphale was built to be able to take his claiming, he longed for it, he needed it just as much.

Aziraphale impatiently arched his body, feeling Crowley against him. Dragging a feral growl from him, Crowley slid his knee in between Aziraphales legs, making him still, a wicked grin played across lips that held fangs that would claim Aziraphale. Whining against the intrusion of Crowley's knee against a growing need, Crowley held the friction Aziraphale wanted away from him. Desperation, need, lust, was what Crowley desired his Angel to need. Crowley needed to hear those words, ~please, I'm yours.~. Aziraphale rolled his body up against Crowley, who dropped his head onto Aziraphale shoulder, feeling him barely create friction. Two fanged teeth barely broke the surface of Aziraphale shoulder; the taste of his golden blood drove Crowley even further, hearing his angel gasp wantonly was worse.

Crowley's wings unfurled, catching the air, letting them fall to the ground, feathers of white and ebony littered the ground they laid on. The glittering ash sparkled floating around them. Crowley looked down on his Angel, Aziraphale tilting his head to the side, opening his neck and shoulder for Crowley. A snap and the offending clothing disappeared to somewhere that Crowley couldn't give two fucks about. A gasp from Aziraphale at the sudden heat against his body, forcing an arch up into Crowley.

Crowley kissed Azirapahle before letting his lips follow his neckline to his collarbone, his teeth teased and worried the flesh. Aziraphale gasped, feeling fangs dragging and pressing into his skin, his legs wrapped around Crowley as he rolled up against Crowley. Teeth bit just slightly harder into Aziraphale's shoulder, Crowley needed more from his Angel. Aziraphale's hands dragged harshly against Crowleys back, his wings pressing into the ground. Crowley pressed in against Aziraphale, grinding against him, his fangs slowly breaking the skin. Gasping, as Crowley's bite broke his skin, "Please..." Crowley held back the sudden urge to let his jaw press deeper into his Angel's shoulder.

Crowley unwrapped himself from Aziraphale, flipping him over. Aziraphale followed Crowley's command, laying on his stomach he panted, not knowing what his love was going to do. Crowley's hands ran down Aziraphale's spine, followed by his kiss, light scratches,..."Wings." No sooner did Crowley ask for wings Aziraphale released his into the world. Aziraphale heard Crowley's sharp intake of air. Crowley looked down on his mate, vulnerable, trusting, his wings on display, for him, for Crowley to do what he wanted.

Crowley continued to lavish Aziraphale with wet kisses, his tongue tracing over every part of Aziraphale. Gasps, pants, need were bubbling up within Aziraphale, Crowley drank in the delicious noises his Angel was making. Aziraphale's wings shimmered, stardust falling off them before a blackened mist vibrated off the ebony starfield feathers. The stardust swirled around Crowley, flowing over him, dragging his grace out.

Crowley ran his hands between Aziraphale's wings; they fluttered, leaning over his Angel Crowley let his body lay on top of him. Crowley opened his mouth, tasting, feeling along the soft flesh between Aziraphale's neck and shoulder, teeth dragging over the skin. Aziraphale moaned, pushing up against his demon feeling Crowley hard against his ass.

"Please," Azirapahel quietly but steadily asked, Crowley's inner feral need, growled back out at Aziraphale. Crowley straddled one of Aziraphale's legs, his hand sliding under one of his wings, pulling him up against him. Aziraphale bent to Crowleys will, bending up against Crowley as he followed his own wing. Crowley ground himself against the Angel that bent to his will, submitting himself to Crowley.

Aziraphale placed his hands on the ground holding himself at an odd angle. Crowley released Aziraphale's wing, sliding his hand to Aziraphale's neck, slowly sliding it down over Aziraphales chest, over his stomach, lower his hand went pulling moans, and desperate gasps from Aziraphale. "Kneel," Crowley growled out, Aziraphale quickly pulled himself up onto his knees, Crowley's heated breath caressed his ear. "Do you want this Aziraphale?" Crowley growled into Aziraphale's ear,

As Aziraphale tried to answer, Crowley's fingers wrapped around his cock as he kneeled in Crowley's Hell. Barely audible Aziraphale answered, "Please, Crowley, I need you." Crowley smirked, his hand slid over Aziraphales hardened cock, torturously slow. Crowley kept Aziraphale kneeling, pressing himself between Aziraphale ass, letting himself grind and slide in time with his hand, resting his head on the shoulder he wanted to sink his teeth into.

Aziraphale moved to try to make Crowley move faster, needing more than what was being allowed, "STAY STILL." Crowley lowly growled Aziraphale stilled feeling something different in that command, something he longed to follow. Crowley's released Aziraphale's cock, with a whine, Crowley smiled, his wings fully unfurled, draping over them, Crowley's misty aura flowing off them. Crowley sat back, looking at his angels' wings, smiling, seeing the glow of divinity within, edges dripping with a matching mist to him.

Crowley shook his wings out for a moment letting his mist cover Aziraphale's wings, turning Aziraphale around to face him, his lips brushing against Aziraphale pulling need from him. Crowley's forked tongue slid into Aziraphale's mouth, brushing over the sensitive roof of Aziraphale's mouth. Lust, pulsed into Crowley the longer he kissed his Angel, Crowley pushed further, pulling the demonic side of Aziraphale out.

Lust, want, need, started pulsing off his Angel, pulling away from the kiss Aziraphale chased Crowley's mouth, being held back by Crowleys hands, eyes of black and blue flames burned there. That was what Crowley was waiting for. Aziraphale pressed against the hand that held him there. Crowley holding him away from what he wanted was too much for the now, demonic Angel. Dropping away from Crowley's hand, Aziraphales mouth wrapped around Crowley's cock, sucking into his mouth, sliding his tongue along the bottom of the shaft, burying it deep in his throat. Crowley reached into platinum curls holding himself upright at the onslaught of Aziraphale's mouth.

Aziraphale's' wings sparkled as Crowley let his Angel devour his cock with his mouth, a gag, a moan, Crowley pulled on angelic curls. A disgruntled moan, hair being pulled against wanting to have Crowley's cock in his mouth Aziraophale fought against Crowley's hand. Crowley reached forward, grabbing wings that burst into blackened flames, pushing Aziraphale onto his back. Eyes wide, as flames of black divinity, flowed off of angelic wings, Crowley let his wings ignite into demonic divinity. Slamming his hands on either side of Aziraphale's head, Crowley dragged his fangs back to the spot he had already chosen, a slight bite, Aziraphale growled back Crowley.

Crowley slid his hand down between Aziraphales legs, his fingers wrapping around Aziraphale cock, stroking it in earnest, Aziraphale lurched up into an arch, against Crowley's hand. Crowley slid his hand to the base of Aziraphale's cock, his fingers were suddenly slickened with Aziraphale. Crowley growled out in approval, reaching between his own legs, he lined himself up with Azirphales cunt. Slowly sliding in, dropping his head on Aziraphale's shoulder as he moaned and writhed under him.

Pressing himself deeper into Aziraphale, who wrapped his legs around Crowleys back, pulling him deeper into him. Aziraphale arched up against Crowley as slowly Crowley let him feel, the slide of his cock. Crowley started to fuck him harder until Aziraphale was breathlessly begging him for more. Crowley answered his demands, sliding up onto his knees, Aziraphale rolled his body into every thrust Crowley pressed into him. Crowley took Aziraphale's hand, wrapping it around Aziraphale's cock, sliding his hand over Aziraphale, demanding Aziraphale stroke his own cock while Crowley watched. Aziraphale rolled his hips into Crowley while fucking his own hand with each roll of his hips.

Crowley could feel himself losing any ability to stay within the realm of calm or in control, sliding out of Aziraphale. He turned him around, bending him over, his hands spreading Azirphales ass, his tongue teasing Aziraphale's rim. Carefully sliding his finger into Aziraphale's ass while his forked tongue slickened his hole. Aziraphale bucked against Crowley's fingers, adding another stretching Aziraphale, Crowley's actions becoming desperate as a third finger was inserted. Aziraphale dropped to his forearms letting his forehead rest against the fallen feathers, "Fuck me!" desperation dripping from his angels pleading.

"Please, Crowley, take me, please, I am yours." The words Crowley needed to hear were spoken, his wings erupted with divinity and fire. Clawed fingers gripped into the soft flesh of his Angel, breaking the skin only to listen to a moan, Aziraphale pressed back against Crowleys hardened cock. A fierce growl behind Aziraphale was a warning that his demon had slipped into the feral being of both Angel and demon. Aziraphale closed his eyes, his wings pulling eternal hellfire, blackened divinity dripped from his wings. Crowley couldn't wait any longer, he pressed forward taking his angels offering, his cock sliding into him, there was no stopping no waiting.

Aziraphale pushed desperately back against Crowley, feeling his cock slip past the rim and inside him. Every silken inch of Crowley slid into Aziraphale, who begged and pleaded for more. Claws dragged down the middle of Aziraphale's back, here and there feeling the break of skin. Golden silver tainted blood slipping jus a bit here and there as Crowley started to fuck Aziraphale in earnest, leaning over him, letting his tongue taste the blood. Pressing deeper into him, Azirphale pushed back and into Crowley with each thrust of his hips. Aziraphale's wings went up, and back, as Crowleys came down, the flames intertwining. Pushing them towards an edge, Aziraphale went back up onto his hands; Crowley reached forward, pulling him up, keeping him bent forward just enough, letting him slid his cock still within Aziraphale.

A golden thread of light erupted from Crowley's blackened mist that surrounded them, reaching for Aziraphales silver light. Crowley let one of his hands stay at the base of Aziraphale throat, worshipful in its weight. Letting his other hand slid down over the front of Aziraphale, wrapping his hand around Aziraphale's cock, he squeezed pumping him, twisting around the top of Aziraphale cock. A silver light of god grew from within Aziraphale, the fire erupted from within Aziraphale, surrounding them, caressing Crowley, devouring the golden threads of light.

Crowley felt when Aziraphale started to succumb to the bond, he could feel the Angel tightening around him. The demonic bond he needed was there, pulling Aziraphale back against him, he bit down hard into the flesh of Aziraphale's neck, feeling the blood flow into his mouth. Aziraphale came as soon as he was claimed, Crowley following him over an edge they both desperately needed. An explosion of hellfire and divinity erupted from them.

Time stopped in Hell for only a moment, the Prince and Lucifer were not affected, but they saw it, the power surge that flowed through was unidentifiable. Lucifer and Beelzebub both smiled from where they were in Hell. Knowing that their children had found each other again, and they were both home. Understanding the power of the two together, Hell had to make plans to keep them alive.

Heaven saw the time stop, but the divinity that bowled over Heaven was stronger than anything they had ever experienced. God knowingly smirked, knowing Heaven was going to need the two Nephalam. Micheal started making plans, he needed to let Shadwell know that they had a problem, but how could they control them. EDEN was going to be prepared for them, and capturing one, would control the other.

Gabriel shuddered under the power that came out of Crowleys room; it bounced off the walls, filled the house with power that Gabriel had never experienced before. Taking his breath away, Anathema grabbed Gabriel dragging him back to the bedroom, ripping at his clothes as he kicked the door shut.

Crowley collapsed on top of Aziraphale, whose wings dropped over the bed, flames slowly dying down. Crowley slid out of Aziraphale, who shivered against the drag of his cock. Aziraphale laid down on the bed, his body sinking into the bed, pulling his wings against his back Crowley curled in next to Aziraphale, gently Crowley let his hands run up and down over Aziraphale back eliciting sighs of contentedness and love. Crowley snapped, cleaning them up, placing gentle kisses on his Angel's body. Making sure not to miss a single mark he had left, Crowley took care of his Angel, paying particular attention to his mark, where they were attached for all of eternity.

Crowley had his match, had his memories and he remembered everything, there was Hell to pay, Micheal was at the top of the list, but first Crowley's newfound group of friends needed to go back to EDEN and find Gabriel and Anathemas, child. The rest would fall into place afterward. For now, Crowley was going to rest with his mate, taking care of him, loving him, and maybe more.

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