"No. No." Crowley cradled his husband's head in his hands. "Angel…look at me."
Aziraphale tried to continue but his mind was drifting away. "Love, I really think-"
The demon frowned and shook his head. "With me, angel. There's, hmph…it's al-all in your head." He pulled Aziraphale down and captured the angel's soft lips. "Yes, that's it." He encouraged his husband as the angel thrusted harder. "Yesss, please, yes." He raised his hips slightly, letting the angel deeper inside him. "Fuck, yes…angel, my angel…ngk, your cock, fuuuuck. Pleassse…I've been good, ah, yes, yes… N-no, no please, nonono ngh." He sounded defeated when, finally, there was no denying the cries echoing into their room.
Aziraphale seized his thrusts and let out an incredibly long sigh. "Apologies, my love." He gave his husband a quick peck and detached himself from the annoyed demon.
Crowley let out a deep breath and watched as his dear husband put his underwear back on and covered his beautiful wobbly bits with his tartan robe. "Fuck," the demon spread himself on the bed, his glistening cock at attention. "Were you at least close?"
Aziraphale smiled and opened their bedroom door. "I was, thank you. Only, I am sorry we must stop."
Crowley propped himself on his elbows and gave Aziraphale an apologetic expression. "If it's any consolation, you were really giving it to me." He grinned. "Great, ngk, no-no-no…outstanding fucking!"
"I know, dearest, you came twice, remember?" He winked and licked his lips.
"And you came none. We really ought to-" the demon sighed as another round of desperate cries came into their room. "Alright, alight." He hissed.
The angel smiled back at his husband before disappearing to attend to the newest member of their family. Meanwhile, Crowley was left to grumble incoherently as he cleaned himself and put on his boxers. It wasn't, at all, that he minded Aziraphale attending to their three-month-old, but the problem was, the problem was, well, they hadn't properly fucked for months.
Yes, there had been some quick fucks here and there but for almost fifty years, the pair had had the cottage to themselves. They had been married for almost a year when, in a brief drunken moment, Crowley had ended up bent over their kitchen table. Afterwards, they laid naked in each other's arms on the kitchen floor and finally discussed the topic they had avoided, their grief.
Having lost their daughter, the day after their wedding had taken a toll on them. Technically, she wasn't truly gone but knowing they wouldn't be able to see her again for at least 100,000 years did not necessarily make it better. Cassi had signed a deal with the devil, ahem, God, and the parents could do nothing but wait. Crowley took to drinking the first year she was gone while Aziraphale kept up a cheery demeanor, although Crowley could always tell his husband was indeed faking his smiles, which pissed him off even more so.
On one explosive night, Crowley had been drinkingagainand Aziraphale chastised him, talking to him like a naughty child, as Crowley put it. Aziraphale had had enough of Crowley's gloom and when the dem on uttered the words, "At least I don't fucking go around acting like nothing happened. Like I don't care." Aziraphale had lost it and argued back.
They raised their voices to one another, accusing the other of stupid, petty things and somewhere along the yells and accusations, they had moved too close to each other, the atmosphere changing to one of tension and lust. It was Crowley who took a step forward, getting into Aziraphale's space, a silence so loud until he kissed the angel, prompting Aziraphale to push him away out of anger. Aziraphale huffed with trembling lips and, suddenly, he launched at his husband and devoured him with kisses. Clothes were discarded and ripped along the way and they, after a year, had finally consummated their marriage. Though Crowley had joked, they had consummated their relationship long before they were married so the angel was not as innocent as he pretended to be, especially the way he dominated the demon in bed.
Everything started to go back to normal after that day. They went on dates, they went back to their healthy sex life, and, most importantly, they went back to talking to each other like they used to before. After Aziraphale had come back from heaven, and they had gotten together, they promised each other no more secrets and to share whatever was on their minds. It had all worked perfectly when they discovered they had accidentally miracled a daughter in 1941 and they began to navigate fatherhood but because of how much they missed being parents, on the night of Cassi's 129th birthday, Aziraphale casually mentioned how Crowley had promised him more children.
Crowley laughed and took Aziraphale's hand in his. "Yea, but that discussion was meant to be had two years after we got married."
Aziraphale squeezed his husband's hand. "And it's been forty-seven, very long overdue." He chuckled.
Crowley bit his lip and looked around the empty cottage. "Cassi was made accidentally, erm, are you sure we can-"
"I'm sure we can."
A month later, when they were in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their love, the couple heard cries downstairs. They stared at each other for a few moments until they practically tripped over one another. "How?" They approached the small bundle laying on the sofa. "Cassi said she woke up in Wales."
"Fuck. I didn't think that would work." The demon grinned.
"You thought of our house?"
"Of course! Cassi said she woke up alone, don't want that." He approached the bundle. "A girl?"
"You don't mind? I was thinking of another daughter." Aziraphale picked her up and cooed. "She's gorgeous."
Crowley peaked at the baby in the angel's arm and smiled. "She's better than that." He kissed her curly blonde hair. "She's brilliant."
Two years later, the couple decided another baby would be a welcomed addition to the family. "Anthony." Crowley spoke softly as he introduced the baby to their daughter Eden. The almost two year old wrinkled her nose and decided her toy was far more interesting than her brand new brother.
Meanwhile, Aziraphale rocked their new daughter, Juliette, back to sleep. "See," he kissed her head, "all that fuss for nothing, my sweet pea. You were just lonely, weren't you?"
Across the other side of the cottage, Crowley checked in on the rest of their children. "Eden?" He found his daughter out of bed. "What are you doing up, lovey?" Crowley picked her up and escorted her to her room. "Did Juliette wake you?" He chuckled.
"Daddy," she began as she was properly tucked into the sheets. "Does Juliette have to be here?"
Crowley laughed softly and kissed her forehead. "Ngk, well, papa and I are quite fond of her."
"She cries too much!"
"You cried too, and papa and I kept you despite the fact." He teased.
"Did Sissy cry?"
Crowley sucked in air. "N-no. She was miracled as an adult, well, she, erm, thought she was an adult." He smiled. "Go to sleep, lovey" he kissed her again.
"Nappies. Juice. Crackers." Crowley rummaged through the diaper bag, while the other carried his son. "No dummy."
Juliette fussed in Aziraphale's arms, ready to cry her lungs out, yet again. "Are you sure?"
Crowley looked again. "Must have left it back ho- Eden!" The demon turned to his daughter who walked a few steps ahead.
The three-month-old settled as she sucked on her favorite dummy. "Eden, sweetheart," Aziraphale was gentle, "daddy and I said no miracles."
Eden continued her steps, completely ignoring her parents. "We mean it Eden." The demon narrowed his brow. "No frivolous miracles. No miracles at all for that matter."
"Daddy," Anthony drew the demon's attention to the pond, "ducks?"
Crowley placed Anthony down on the grass and watched as the two year old followed his sister, who had somehow secured a bag of peas. It was not at all that they minded their children doing miracles, it was more so that they were relying on them far too much. Heaven and hell had agreed to leave them alone as part of Cassi's deal but knowing their former offices, they could never be too careful. Especially since the week prior, Gabriel had sent down a memo asking them to meet him in London. The couple found it rather odd as he and Beelzebub would often pop in, unannounced much to Crowley's dismay, for a visit with their children-non-children. A memo from heaven meant official business. "Another excellent miracle."
"Don't encourage it." Crowley grunted without straying his eyes from his children.
"Gabriel." Aziraphale greeted him warmly and handed over Juliette to his former boss as he eagerly opened his arms to hold the child.
Gabriel cooed and granted the child a goofy expression. "How is this little one doing? Still crying as much?"
"Very." Crowley raised a brow and turned to the angel. "What do you want? Did we not see you not too long ago?"
Gabriel handed Juliette back to Aziraphale and placed his hands behind his back. "What would you say if we offered you two your jobs back?"
"We'd say, 'you're out of your damn mind.'" Crowley growled. "And I am speaking for the both of us."
"What he means, Gabriel, we haven't been part of heaven and hell for fifty years and -"
"And we are keeping it that way." The demon clenched his jaw and turned his attention back to his children. He was not annoyed at the supreme archangel, per say, but more so at the idea of working with their former offices again. Crowley had a disdain for what they had done to him and Aziraphale but that was all mild compared to the seething anger he had for them, especially heaven, for what they had done to their eldest daughter. "Eden! I saw that!" Crowley crossed his arms and walked towards his two children.
Aziraphale frowned as he saw a man's bread bag turn into a bag of frozen peas. "What is all this about?"
The supreme archangel gazed up at the sky and tried to convey the right words. He had known about the problem for almost two months and had known about it weeks prior as he and his partner Beelzebub babysat for the couple. It was during the babysitting job when he confirmed Beelzebub's suspicion because they had heard a rumor going around in heaven. He had asked them to keep quiet about it for now and if possible, to discredit the rumor. However, there was no denying it any longer because the truth would come out eventually. "God has vanished."