Only in my dreams? (Azi/Crowley)
Random takes and scenes in space and time for various fandoms I love as inspired by Fanart and the Fandom in general.
Crowley is dreaming… or is he?
Post Good Omens S2
Part of Fandom Shorts / Aziraphale/Crowley series
Only in my dreams?
Crowley lay drunk on the sofa in Aziraphale's bookshop with the room dark and dreary as Crowley he himself felt. Sure, he was trespassing, maybe?
Then again, why not squat the place?
Crowley was pretty much living there now. It's not like Aziraphale was using it anymore now was he?!
No! The damned Angel went up there, to heaven of all stupid places to go to! Bailed at first possible option! Well, not maybe the first, but yeah. The Angel, was gone. His Angel had left him all alone.
Cursing his retched life Crowley took another sip of the bottle closest to him.
The plethora of discarded empty bottle lying willy nilly on the floor. Crowley pretty much living on the stuff these days. For sure Aziraphale would have scolded him for leaving such a mess, but Crowley was too sick and way too tired to care.
Why would he care? He lived there now. In Aziraphale's place. Crowley's place. So there! He could easily do and redecorate as he pleased. And if having empty liquor bottle lying on the floor was Crowley's idea of modern looks, so be it!
Trying to make himself more comfortable in the efforts of trying to catch some sleep as the booze surely wasn't helping any, Crowley tossed and turned on the comfy couch. Alas no such luck as sleep kept on eluding the Demon. No matter how hard Crowley tried to find a good position, to count livestock, to even his breathing, empty his mind perhaps? None of it worked! So, Crowley gave up and simply lied there, frustration taking over once more.
Crowley wasn't even in the mood for his usual day dreams, his somewhat vivid and erotic fantasies of his now lost Angel any more… Too much hurt and pain surrounding what once had occupied a good bulk of his free time. The wet dreams he rutted through by himself during the good old days.
And so, with a hefty sigh and a heavy hart, Crowley forced his eyes shut. Being really, really tried, even if it was so so hard to fall asleep…
A soft gust of wind was suddenly hitting his cold yet damp skin. Those parts exposed anyway. Crowley must've finally dozed off at some point, so some sleep for the wicked at least. But he felt groggy and confused, trying to focus in the darkness.
Crowley suddenly sensed something else. Like someone was there, right there, in the room with him.
Raising his head ever so slightly as it was the only thing he could at the moment, the too much drinking and fatigue getting to the Demon. His vision too blurry because of the same reason.
Listening in for a moment, his breathing hitched, not that Crowley was afraid. No! Crowley was a demon, nothing really scared him. Right? Right! Alas, his voice was somewhat shaky as he dared to finally speak.
"Anyone there?"
At first there was no response. And then, Crowley felt it. A gentle touch on his face. Crowley's eyes closed instinctively, leaning into the touch. Real or not, it felt, oh so good.
"Yes love, I am here."
"Angel?"
Crowley must've been dreaming for sure. As usually, the more… heated dreams rarely had any dialogue in them. As to why? Those were mostly just action of the sexual variation. With his Angel but of course.
But this, this was certainly new and different. Foreplay!
Oh well… back to sleep he guessed, relenting and falling back to the sofa.
But…
"It's really me my darling Demon."
It was the familiar voice of his Angel. Speaking. Words!
"Wot?"
Yeah, not the best answer to someone sweethearting you for sure!
"Yes sweetheart. It is I, Aziraphale."
"Can't be. You left."
There was a long spell of silence. And Crowley was sure that this, interaction, was all taking place in his own silly little head. And it truly was no wet dream at all. Too much talking!
But then there was that touch again. Caressing his cheek, his chin, his… chest. The hand moving along his torso, his…
"You know my dear… I always watch over you."
"Can't be… No! This is not real."
For someone on the edge, so sad and hurt, Crowley surely was trying to protests just a tad too much. Even if this was all happening inside of his head. Well, Angel had called him, complicated. So guess there was that!
"Yes, this is real my love."
The endearments! Sure, there had been a few between them in the past. But this was just a tad sugary for Crowley's fantasies, his dreams.
"Why are you here?"
"You needed me."
Right.
That was the stupidest thing Crowley had ever heard! For fuck's sake!
But if this was all in his mind then it meant he was stating it himself. That he needed his Angel to survive? But Crowley really had always needed his Angel. So if this was real for arguments sake, then what had made the realisation suddenly for the all high and mighty Aziraphale? The Archangel himself?
Crowley huffed his own frustration to himself mostly.
"What-ever"
The touches never having left his person though, only paused while waiting for Crowley's response, continued unexpectedly.
"It's me my hissy snake of mine. Believe it. This is all real."
It was Aziraphale's voice speaking yes. And it did not feel like it was in Crowley's head. But…Feeling daring though as what if this was just a simple dream, he really had nothing to lose.
"Prove it to me then Angel!"
"How?"
"Fuck me!"
The movements halted again but there were no objections forthcoming. None whatsoever rather… The touches continued really softly where they had stopped. Crowley shivering suddenly feeling his clothes being gone without preamble. A miracle for sure.
Oh Angel!
Crowley did not dare the odd glance to verify the fact as that meant he would need to open his eyes again. But the fear of this all really being a wet dream of his simply lulled the Demon to the moment. Trusting in his instincts from now on.
As deep down Crowley was sure this is was not really Aziraphale touching him as the Angel would never agree to sex like this. Then again, had Crowley even ever asked him to? Oh well, missed opportunities and all that jazz… So, so many regrets!
The kisses, the long licks soon followed the gentle and not so gentle touches. His nipples picked and sucked upon, each patch of skin tended to with careful yet deliberate intension. Each passing move becoming more and more demanding by his imaginary(?) lover.
Feeling his legs being spread suddenly, Crowley felt Aziraphale's mouth on his length. Really not able to control his voice, the soft sighs of content soon turning into louder moans and growls encouraging Aziraphale to move faster, more precisely and deliberately.
"That's it love!"
Crowley's voice too coarse, but he did not care. This, was the real heaven!
The touches, the delicate yet devouring hot mouth suddenly gone made Crowley expel a protest from his own mouth. Then, a weight on Crowley's lap telling tales, nay promises of something more.
"Oh, it feels so so good."
The Angel's moans encouraging Crowley on. The two moving in unison having found the perfect rhythm. Their bodies becoming one. Where one began and the other ended lost to the world. It was everything Crowley had ever dreamed of… feeling so, so very good.
"Oh my lord!"
Aziraphale soft chuckle, the pun not having gone past him.
"I could be."
"Only in heaven…"
"You could be there too… with me."
No more words were spoken after that. The unanswered question left hanging.
Their bodies following the ancient rhythm of lovers, working together to reach their ultimate bliss so long having been denied. The soft moans and groans filling the otherwise silent and dark room.
Crowley snapped back to the land of the living in a room cold and empty. The shivers were all over his body, the cool night air surrounding him.
Panting heavily, the dream he had woken up from still fresh in his mind. The dream… surely it was just that as he is all alone now… but he is… naked!?
Crowley never took his clothes off, not even for sleeping. Simply using his miracles to change his appearance, his smell… the lot. Never the one bothering with most human quirks, like showers and baths.
Alas, the familiar stickiness between his legs being a tell tale sign of… well, something having happened to him during the dream.
And then a white feather on top of his naked chest.
"Angel… Was it really you?"