The angel gave him a gentle push so he sat back on the sofa before settling between his legs. He ran his fingers up and down Crowley's torso, playing with his nipples along the way. He could feel the demon's breath juddering under his touch. Leaning forward he flicked one nipple with his tongue and Crowley's head fell back with a sigh.

When he ran his hand up Crowley's leg, under his towel and along his thigh, he felt the demon's breath stop.

Aziraphale looked up to find him staring down at him again, pupils blown and only a small amount of amber glowing at him. Holding his gaze, the blonde unwrapped the towel from his lap and watched Crowley gulp. Smiling up at him he bent his head and ran his tongue up his length and was rewarded with a hiss.

Crowley couldn't think straight as the angel wrapped his lips around him, he just gasped at the pleasure and willed himself not to buck. One hand surrounded his base and the other alternated between his nipples and his scars, as the sucking and bobbing became more insistent.

"Ngk." The angel was trying to kill him, he was sure of it. He really was going to discorperate this time and when Aziraphale picked up the pace Crowley couldn't stop his wings appearing despite pressing himself as far into the sofa as possible.

An angel really shouldn't be sucking him off, surely that was against every celestial rule in any book. He should stop him. He really should, but then the angel's hand moved from the base of his cock to his balls and squeezed a little, allowing a finger to press between his buttocks and brush against his hole.

He couldn't stop his hips thrusting up as he cried out again, his senses overloading.

"Fuck! Jesusssss Chrissssst!" he hissed, hands gripping the sofa cushions so hard his knuckles went white. "Angel, I ca….I need…"

Aziraphale increased the pressure all round; his tongue swirled across the slit, tasting him, his mouth then drew him in deeper as he pressed his finger more forcefully against his entrance and the demon was undone. He looked down and saw the angel watching him as he came in his mouth, a twinkle dancing in his eyes.

"I'm ssssorry," he panted once he was spent.

"Whatever for?" Aziraphale asked, demurely wiping the corners of his mouth.

"I shouldn't have…, you know."

"Dearest Crowley. If that hadn't been the plan I wouldn't have had my mouth there in the first place. You're rather cute when you're lost," he grinned.

"Shut up. I'm not cute at any time."

"If you say so dearest." He rose from the floor and sat back beside him, handing him his pyjamas again.

As Crowley dressed, Aziraphale changed into his own pyjamas and fetched wine and nibbles before curling up beside his demon.

"Thank you," Crowley said awkwardly before kissing him. It was a soft almost lazy kiss, his arms creeping round him, content sighs filling the room.

Eventually they parted and settled to watch tv. Crowley manoeuvred himself so he was mostly laying on the sofa, Aziraphale stretching out beside him resting his head on Crowley's chest. "No need to thank me, I thoroughly enjoyed making you come apart."

Crowley could hear the smile in his voice and growled.

"I'm just glad you're here so I can do it."

The redhead sighed and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Me too, Angel. Me too." It would be so easy to say those three words, so very easy at this moment in time. But it felt like it would be hollow, disingenuous somehow to say it after such an act. And every day he was becoming more convinced that what he felt for the angel was indeed love and he was terrified.

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Crowley woke to Aziraphale peppering his cheek and jaw with kisses. "Welcome back dearest," he whispered.

"I fell asleep again."

"You did."

The demon groaned. "Sorry."

Aziraphale just smiled at him. "How about a walk? We could take a picnic."

"What time is it?"

"A little after 10am."

"I've been asleep since yesterday afternoon?! Why didn't you wake me?"

"I just did."

"Before now!"

"Why? There was nowhere to go. I thought we could go to Kew Gardens. Plenty of spots to choose from and I know how you love the plants."

"Yeah, alright," he sighed, a little bemused as the angel went to the kitchen to pack a basket.

"We'll need to be in our guard though. I'm sure my… I mean upstairs will show up again soon."

Crowley grunted as he rose to look out of the window and sneered at the thought of seeing Gabriel. It took all his restraint to avoid toasting him the last time they met.

"Uh, Crowley dear boy, please don't set fire to the curtains."

The demon looked round at Aziraphale who was glaring pointedly at his hand. Crowley followed his gaze finding his finger tips aflame. Shaking the flames out he gave an apologetic look before he miracled himself fresh and dressed, hair perfectly quaffed and glasses planted firmly on his nose. Striding over to the kitchen he picked up the basket and kissed Aziraphale. "Sorry. New habit I need to break," he frowned. "The finger fire not the kisses."

"Glad to hear it," the angel smiled. "Shall we?"

XxXxX

They found a spot in the Mediterranean garden in front of the temple to lay out their blanket. Aziraphale strategically placed the food and drink within easy reach whilst Crowley miracled up a pile of cushions for them to lounge on.

"So tell me more about Gabriel and his cronies. Other than the fact they're pricks of the highest order. I got the impression there's a history between you and them." Crowley rested back on the cushions that he'd piled against a tree.

"Oh, um, well. It's just the normal sort of subordinate/boss relationship really. Can't like everyone, can you." Aziraphale was playing with his ring, obviously avoiding Crowley's gaze.

The demon frowned and took hold of his hand, encouraging him to settle back beside him. "Angel, you're a terrible liar."

Aziraphale sighed. "They're…. bad angels. Unfortunately no one seems to care so they'll always be …..bullies."

Crowley watched the colour drain from his face as he spoke about them.

"I'd really rather not talk about them if it's all the same to you."

"Right…. of course." He tried to hide the disappointment he felt at the angel's lack of trust in him and sniffed, looking away at the garden. It was still fairly quiet, most tourists and Londoners were enjoying the woodland garden.

Aziraphale felt him retreat and his heart tightened. He wanted to tell him but he wasn't brave enough.

And that was part of the problem. He wasn't brave, he couldn't stand up to the Archangels and they knew it, and if he admitted it to Crowley then he'd know too.

He watched the demon pick up an apple and study it. He was about to say something when a familiar sound reached them.

"Oh fuck off," Crowley grumbled, looking over at the temple. "Stay here Angel." Getting to his feet the demon muttered many expletives all aimed at their visitors.

"No," Aziraphale declared. "I'm coming. We're in this together."

Crowley looked at him for a moment. "If you want." He held out his hand for the angel to take and walked them both towards the temple.

"Crowley! How nice of you to join us!" Gabriel cheered as he entered the small building.

"I see you've brought your pet," Sandalphon smirked.

Crowley bristled and Aziraphale stood closer to his side.

"Now, now," Michael said. "No need for that. Aziraphale has been instrumental in bringing Crowley to our attention and we're very grateful," they smiled but it didn't quite reach their eyes.

"Well Crowley. Times up. We need your decision," Gabriel told him. "Are you coming home?"

"To the one with permanent PMT? Not a chance," Crowley scoffed. "Now you can all fuck off."

"That's not an acceptable answer," Sandalphon told him.

"Well it's the only one you're going to get," Crowley was sounding bored already.

A sound of feedback tinged behind Aziraphale causing a shiver to run down his spine. "Ah, Crowley?"

The demon looked round to find Uriel standing behind them.

"Oh come on. An ambush? Really?" Groaning Crowley threw his hands up and concentrated.

Suddenly they were in a big white desert that Aziraphale had seen before.

The other four angels looked around, rather disturbed at being transported, all displaying their wings, trying to make themselves seem bigger and stronger.

"What is this? What have you done?!" Uriel demanded.

"Uh, demon? Take us back, fucking, now," Gabriel demanded.

"Make me," Crowley sneered.

"Crowley!" Aziraphale gulped as Uriel grabbed him, effectively imprisoning him.

Stepping so he could keep all in his sights Crowley glared, his eyes blazing behind his glasses."Let. Him. Go."

"Make me," Uriel smiled.

A smirk spread across the demon's face as he stripped his jacket and threw it to one side, summoning his own wings with a satisfying pop.

"Really? Are we actually going to have this with you?" Gabriel asked. "Look, come back with us and we'll even let you keep….that." He waved his hand indicating Aziraphale. "Though heaven knows why you'd want to…" he lowered his voice to a whisper, "he's not even that good. I mean thousands of angels up there could service you better."

"Obviously depends on if he's willing or not. Thankssss for answering one of my questions though." He could almost feel Aziraphale's anguish at this new information and the rage that spread through him was almost all consuming.

He looked from Michael to Sandalphon and debated where to start, his fingers twitching at his side.

Sandalphon had a nasty smile showing off the gold cross in his teeth.

"Go on, you want to say something," Crowley encouraged.

"I was just thinking how much he looks like he did when we had our little meeting in the street rather than when he stepped into the Hellfire. Why is that I wonder? I should have punched you in the face instead," he called over to the angel in question.

"Oh really?" Crowley had heard enough, with a flick of his wrist, fire flew at Sandalphon. His screams echoed in the space as he was reduced to ash.

The demon's attention turned to Michael who looked petrified. "Anything you want to say?"

Michael shook their head, looking anywhere but at Crowley.

Crowley flicked his other wrist and chains snaked their way out of the ground, winding their way around the remaining angels.

"What are you doing?!" Gabriel cried. "This isn't how this is supposed to go!"

"You're in my world now," the redhead told him, tossing his glasses aside, allowing his eyes to burn bright.

Around them the pale sky began to darken, like storm clouds gathering.

Aziraphale managed to free himself from Uriel as the chains wound round them, eliciting whimpers as they made contact with skin. As the chains tightened, they forced the angels to their knees.

Summoned his sword, Aziraphale stepped towards Crowley.

"Stay back, Angel. I don't want you to get hurt," the demon pleaded gently pushing him away as he stalked towards the enemy, not sparing a glance.

"I'd do as he says if I were you," a polite voice said. "Wouldn't want to get in his way right now." A well manicured hand resting on his shoulder, guided him back to safety.

The angel looked round to see a handsome face smiling at him. Dark hair and eyes, dressed in a dark, well cut suit, open collar shirt and no tie, the stranger's snow white wings were a stark contrast to their surroundings.

Aziraphale held up his flaming blade in warning.

"Lucifer," the stranger answered the unasked question, holding his hands up in peace. "Just here to lend a brother a hand. Although he looks like he's doing just fine by himself."

He miracled a pair of chairs, a small table and a tea set, inviting the angel to sit with him. "Nice to meet you properly, at last. Tea?" He smiled before returning his attention to Crowley.

Crowley hissed menacingly as he surveyed the three remaining angels, deciding where to start.

Gabriel made the foolish mistake of trying to charge him as his cool facade cracked.

Aziraphale's heart stopped as he leapt forward only to find he couldn't get to them. Something was in his way.

With a roar, Crowley spread a curtain of flame out that swirled and contorted to imprison each of them in their own ring of Hellfire.

"You know what the problem with Archangels is? They all become arseholes." He turned to Uriel. "You. You took another angel hostage. Threatened to harm him, that's not very angelic. As an Archangel you should be leading by example. Leading the charge on thwarting enemy wiles, practicing forgiveness. Aziraphale was wrong. You're not bad angels. You're the worssssssst."

"Who are you to pass judgment on us?" Uriel spat.

Crowley crouched in front, the fire lowering to give him a clear view "Didn't Gabriel tell you? I'm a King of Hell," his voice became nothing more than a whisper as he said "and I know a fallen angel when I sssssee one." With a twitch of his eyebrows and a manic grin, Crowley stood and waved his arms like a musical conductor, the flames rising and falling with his movements as the Hellfire consumed another angel, screams fading to nothing.

XxXxX