WARNING Mature content 2nd half of my story based off of @servantserah Ashtoreth-Francis minicomic.
Part 2
An hour had passed before Crowley would be able to return to servants’ quarters. His walk back was slow and filled with worry. He knew Angel. The blonde had time to deliberate on the event just an hour ago, and Crowley had a feeling Aziraphale would not want to explore these feelings further. After all, angels and demons cannot be friends, let alone lovers. Before entering Aziraphale’s, the nanny knocked on the door. “Angel?” Hearing the knock, and Crowley calling for him, the book keeper paused. A pain in his heart started to grow. The angel didn’t know how to talk about this particular situation and started to think that maybe tonight should just be forgotten. Aziraphale sighed, laid his book down, and walked to the door. He opened it up and found the demon is a sheepish look on his face. Aziraphale stepped aside and allowed the serpent in and closed the door. “Finally, off to sleep?”
Crowley walked in and sat down on the bed, snapped his fingers and changed in to his normal clothing, and let out exhausted sigh. “Yeah…” he scoffed with a little smile. “Little bastard would not go to sleep”
Aziraphale watched Crowley sit on his bed and watched him change. He wondered what lied beneath the black clothing. Even though, those tight pants didn’t leave much to the imagination, the blonde still wondered. Realizing that he was watching Crowley, the angel quickly picking his book up, opened it to the spot he closed it to, and replied with a bit in his tone. “Well, he is the anti-Christ… he is meant to give those around him… Well… Hell…”
Crowley raised a brow. The sour bit in the angel’s reply hinted at jealousy. This was gold to the demon and had to exploit on this emotion. The sly serpent looked at Aziraphale and gave a little pout. “Oh... don’t tell me… you are angry at him.”
With that hour of time alone, Aziraphale had convinced himself what had aspired an hour ago, Crowley and him could not continue. “What?!... No… absolutely not.” The thought of an angel falling in love with demon was preposterous, even if they were friends for 6000 years. He huffed and turned away from Crowley. He had to force whatever feeling he was dealing with out. He had to forget that moment they shared, for it was against Heaven’s rules. He was an angel that had to follow the rules.
Crowley sat up and walked in front of the angel. “You are lying! And you are terrible at lying.”
Scoffing and rolling his eyes. “No, I’m not!” Aziraphale finally looked over his glasses to Crowley. “Yes, you are… You have feelings for me… and we shared a moment just out side that door” Crowley point at the door. The angel closed the book, laid it on the bed, took off the reading glasses, and slid them into inner vest pocket, and gave the demon a determined look. “That was the wine speaking. I forgot myself… It will never happen again.” He stood up and took his coat off the hanger and slipped it on. The angel was about to leave to go back to his book store for the night to avoid any other unpleasant conversation. Flames surged in the demon’s eyes and he grabbed the angel by the lapel of the coat and pushed the angel against the door. “My ASS, you forgot yourself, Aziraphale. We have been more drunk off your asses than that moment there and you NEVER did anything remotely to what we just shared.”
Frozen in shock and just a bit of fear, Aziraphale went silent for a few moments. Then the angel gathered his wits and pushed the demon away, making the ginger release his grip. “Honestly Cowley, you are a demon… for you to have ‘good feelings’ toward me would be a miracle in of itself.”
“Then it is a miracle” Crowley grabbed Aziraphale’s hand, making the angel to sit back in the chair. Suddenly the demon straddled the angels lap and untied the bow tie. He unbuttons a couple buttons and then kissed his angel again.
Taken back as the sudden intrusion of personal space, Aziraphale was trapped with Crowley straddling him. He watched the demon in utter disbelief. “C- Crowley? Wh… what are you…Mmmpf…. Mmm” the angel was cut off by the kiss. For just a moment the angel started to fight the kiss, but remember how wonderful it felt, Aziraphale soon gave in and kissed back.
Breaking the kiss, the demon grinned. “Finishing what your started, Angel” the serpent hissed quietly into the angel’s ear. Crowley hummed as he dipped his head to kiss the neck of his angel. As lips pressed against the soft skin. Soon those fingers unfastened a few more buttons securing the dress shirt closed and moved fabric out of the way to have more access to the angel’s neck.
Instinctively, the angle’s hand moved to the serpent’s ass and held it firm. He moaned as the sensation of Crowley’s lips caressed his skin. “Oh… my… Crowley~” The serpent started to work unforeseen magic on the divine being, who had no idea the demon could do. Soon the physical body the angel had started to react strongly. Aziraphale felt surges of shock waves travel down to his southern region and his hip automatically pushed up into Crowley’s “What… are you… doing to me…?” the angel whimpered.
“Exactly what you want.” The demon leaned back gazing at the disheveled angel. “Telling me I looked enticing in my nanny outfit, dancing with me, then locking lips before we were so rudely interrupted.” Crowley leaned back towards the angel’s ear and purred. “Tell me… Aziraphale… Do you have more than just… friendship feeling for me?”
The husky whisper of Crowley’s voice sent shivers throughout the celestial being’s body. Aziraphale was in inner turmoil. He knew such action was wrong, yet, since the bombing and Crowley saving the books, He loved this demon. With great angst, yet yearning, he nodded. “Yes… I do …”
The serpent leaned back and looked at his angel. Seeing the desire of want from his longtime friend, made Crowley shiver. He licked his lips and smiled. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to the angel’s and began to enjoy the taste of his angel. Aziraphale did not hesitate. The Angel kissed back, and wrapped his arms around the slim waist. Soon, the angel became a little bolder and started to nibble on Crowley’s lips seeking to enter. The demon obliged and opened his mouth to let the angel in. The two start to battle for dominance. Surprisingly, the book keeper won and took over the intense make out section. The plump man lifted a hand to the red locked and griped them tight, and with a whimper, the slender man gave in.
“Damn it… Angel…” he moaned. He thrust his hips forward and crashed his lips back on to Aziraphale’s.
With a grunt, the angel used his strength and stood up with demon in arms. Taking a couple steps to the bed, the shop keeper laid his partner down and climbed over him. The angel felt his book under his knee and picked it up, then he gingerly tossed to the chair and brought his attention back to Crowley. “So… how long…” wondered Aziraphale as he stated to pelt the serpent’s neck with little love bits and kisses. How long did the demon have feelings for him?
Crowley looked away afraid to admit he loved this angel since the gifting of the flaming sword to the humans. “The sword… when you…” he looked at the plush man above him and bit the inside of his cheek. From that moment of defiance, the serpent fell for the beautiful angel.
Blue eyes widen at the confection. Aziraphale could not believe the demon loved him in secret for 6000 years. “Oh Crowley… for so long… but why now tell me…?”
“Would have you accepted me any sooner? We are supposed to be enemies. To hate each other, To fight each other. Think about it… We are not supposed to having feelings for each other. Yet I do for you. Every time you were in trouble, feeling down, the very first time I meet you.” Yellow eyes searched the blue eyes for the truth. “And… you have been fighting your feelings for me, haven’t you?”
The angel hung is head low and nodded, “Since you saved those books from the bombing. Not just that though. Other little acts you did for me, The Shakespeare play, and saving me from being discorporated by beheading. You are always there…” Angel looked at Crowley. With feeling disgusted with himself, Aziraphale stood up and walked away from the demon. “After you saved those books is when it hit me. I had fallen in love with you. I wanted to push it out of my mind. I kept on telling myself, ‘No way I could love a demon’. But tonight…” he turned to Crowley, “Seeing you under the moon light, you telling me I am cute…” He started to cry. “I do not know what to do, or what will become of me if the others find out. What will SHE do to me?” Aziraphale was torn. He could not have both Heaven and Hell. Suddenly, the angel ran outside, spread his wings, and took off. He was a fool, a fool to fall for a demon.
“ANGEL…” Crowley cried out. He scrambled off the bed and ran outside. “Damnit!!!” The demon spread his wings and took off to the sky after his soulmate. “Angel… AZIRAPHALE!!!!!”
Tears streaming down his cheeks, the white winged angel flew as fast as he could. Hearing the demon call out for him, hurt even more. “Crowley we can’t… I can’t have you risking this…”
“Damn it Aziraphale, don’t you think SHE already knows. SHE IS GOD of all things… All knowing… All seeing.” Crowley cried out.
What Crowley just said made sense. He came to a stop hugged himself.
The fallen angel caught up to Aziraphale and grabbed him. “Look… She would have done something by now if she cared if we were together. We fucking made out!!! And nothing happened. We have been working together for years. PLUS… we are trying to STOP the end of the world. If SHE wanted to stop us, then SHE would.”
Teared filled blue eyes look at Crowley, “But the other angels.”
“We just need to keep us a secret then. We have kept our friendship a secret for 6000 years… and we can keep this a secret.” Crowley held Angel by the shoulders. “Look… Aziraphale… we are not like the others. We have a mind of our own, and own will too. We both would be dead if SHE was against that. She would have done away with us a long time ago.” The fallen angel looked into guardian’s eyes.
Aziraphale wiped his last tears away and smiled. He had no words for Crowley. Instead he hugged his love and hugged him tight. Crowley hugged back and they embraced each other for a little while. Finally, Crowley spoke “Come on… Fly with me?” The book keeper nodded and they flew back.
The sight of two celestial beings, if one was able to watch, was a sight to behold. The two did not just fly back, they engaged in a courtship in the sky. Crowley would soar on his back for a moment and lock fingers with Aziraphale. The two folded their wings and spiral for fifty feet before one would open their wings and soar again. When flying side by side they would let their wingtips touch. The elegance of Crowley and Aziraphale sky dancing was unmeasurable.
When nearing the Doweling estate, Aziraphale tagged Crowley and a game of tag pursued. Giving a flirty smirk, the angle dived, and the fallen angel took after his love. The book keeper would let the serpent get close, and at the last moment, dart away. Once over the Doweling estate, Aziraphale let Crowley catch him, and they clumsily glided down and landed near the servants’ quarters. They tumbled on to the ground with Crowley on top of his angel. “You know Angel… we need to fly together again”
Aziraphale blushed and nodded. “Agreed… and Crowley Dear…” the angel started
“Mmm? ~” Crowley replied as he started to get up, but stopped on all fours.
“Thank you…” Aziraphale said quietly
Crowley smiled and leaned down and kissed the angel again. Aziraphale kissed back and the whirlwind of pent up emotions started to flow out of them. They moaned into each other’s mouths, and hands start to caress every inch of each other. Crowley broke the kissing and leaned his head on Aziraphale’s. The slender fingers, started to work off the vest and shirt. Angel, on the other hand, began with the tight black jeans. Unbuckling the belt and unfastening the button and zipper. Once Aziraphale’s vest and shirt was all unbuttoned, and Crowley’s jeans were undone, Angel realized they were still outside.
“Dear… Um… we are still outside and our wings…” Aziraphale pointed to the black wings stretched out over them.
Crowley licked his lips as he spread the unbutton shirt and vest. The tempter leaned down and started to nibble and gently bit the bared chest. “Mmm… So… If we have an audience, let them watch. I have been holding back for too long.”
“Ahhh…” gasped the angel. His hands moved the long red hair and gripped it, as his upper body was being pelted with love bites and kisses. “Please… Crowley…”
Crowley huffed, but with a snap of the demon’s fingers, the two were in the midst of the garden maze. A spread-out king-sized comforter appeared on the grass, and Aziraphale laying on his back and Crowley over him. “Better?” Aziraphale looked around and accepted the surrounding with a nod. Coaxing Aziraphale to sit up, Crowley gently laid his hands on the angles shoulders and slid the shirt and vest off. Those slender hands then traveled the along the edge of the white wings and purred. “Mmm~ like a soft cloud…” then those hands wrapped around the angel. “Very soft, Cloud soft...”
Aziraphale blushed and shivered has he was being admired by Crowley. The caress of his wing as stimulation he was not expecting, he let out a moan. As he was pulled into his demon, the angel held on to his fallen one. “I am not too soft for you?”
Gently kissing book keeper’s neck, the old tempter whispered into the ear. “You are perfect…”
Soon, those serpent hands finally worked off the vest and shirt. The articles of clothing were pushed to the side of the blanket. Aziraphale slid his hands down the front of the slender man’s chest. Grabbing the lapels of the demon’s jacket, the angel coaxed his old friend to remove the jacket. Crowley leaned up assisted with the task. He removed the jacket, tie, and shirt, and the articles of clothing were added to blue shirt and taupe colored vest. Crowley place his hands behind his head and flexed his upper body. The sight was quite appealing to Aziraphale, and he licked and bit his lip. The angle’s hands reached up and touched the chiseled abs of his demon. Then those hand reached farther and grabbed the fine physique.
“You know… I have always enjoyed your backside.” Aziraphale smirked. “I have always snuck a peak from time to time.”
A shocked look came from Crowley, when his angel squeezed his ass. Then he chuckled and winked. “Best feature about myself, if a do say so”
Angel giggled and gave that ass a squeeze again.
Crowley moaned, coaxed Aziraphale to lay back down, and leaned back over to kiss his beautiful angel. He moved over the pleasantly plump angel and kissed those sweet lips again, while working on the dress pants still covering the bottom half of his love. Aziraphale eagerly watched Crowley unfasten his trousers. Under the pants, strained and hidden, was an excited angel. Once open and boxers pulled down, Crowley was greeted with a beautiful sight of Angel’s member. Yellow eyes shot to blue and went wide.
“Well… Damn… Angel…” The demon smirked, and ever so slowly a hand slid up a thigh and slid up the length of the well-endowed angel. Aziraphale gripped the blanket and moaned as he felt his erection being caressed. The heat from his love sent shock waves of pleasure through the tall one’s body making his own lower region twinge hard. Then he gripped the waist band of the trousers and boxers and tugged on them. Angel lifted up his hips and let Crowley pull them off. Aziraphale, in all of his glory, luscious body and his glorious white wings, laid. Crowley was speechless. Never in his 6000 years had Crowley beheld such beauty.
“Crowley?” The angel was feeling a little embarrassed having the demon look at him in such a way. “Dear… are you… alright?” When Crowley did not answer right way, the angel started to fold his wings over his body.
When watching Aziraphale cover himself, the demon snapped out of his trance and leaned back over the gorgeous body “Spread those wings Angel… You are the most gorgeous thing I have laid eyes on.”
“You are not… appalled by me?” Angel asked slowly opening his wings up, as Crowley said.
“Angel…” The fallen angel furrowed a brow. Leaning up and then standing, Crowley unfastened his leather pants and pulled them off. Wings unfurled, the slender demon gazed down to the angel and gestured at himself. “Would I be standing here baring all to you if I did not think I was appalled by you?” Crowley lower over Aziraphale and laid a hand over the angel’s heart. “It does not matter what body you have, This…” patting the place over the heart, “…is what I fell for.” Then Crowley slid his hand slowly down the fluffy angel. “And your body, is the bonus.” Aziraphale gazed up to the brilliance of his demon and blushed. He was in awe as he studied every inch of the fallen before Crowley leaned back over him and spoke such beautiful words. “Crowley…” he whispered. He reached up and cupped the ginger’s cheeks drew his love to him. “You are my angel… black wings and all.” Then he pulled Crowley down and kissed him.
Crowley sank into the kiss and slid his hands under the angel’s back, while sinking the rest of his body onto the softness of his lover. Aziraphale bent his knees slightly and cradled the slim hips, and his hands glided under the demon’s arms reaching to the base of the black wings. The smaller’s hands started to knead and massage the joints, as his hips gingerly pushed up in to Crowley’s.
Crowley broke the kiss and leaned his head on his angel’s shoulder. “Ahh… Fuck!
A-azi-ra-pha--le--!” His wings quaked at the touch and his body numbed. Never has the demon felt such stimulating sensation. Being the bookworm that Aziraphale was, he secretly read love novels also. And for decades, the angel had been wanting to test out his secret interests into practice. Aziraphale continued to knead and massage the demon’s wing joints. “Straddle... me” the angel coolly purred. A little dazzled, Crowley did as Aziraphale commanded. Once straddle, the angel coaxed the demon to scoot a little further up his body. Once in position, Aziraphale grinned, and a hand snuck its way to the pink puckered entrance the index finger started to toy with the ring. Circling the puckered hole, the book shop keeper massaged
“Oh… Shit… Angel…” Crowley managed to get out. He wanted the angel to take him and badly. “What… do you… mmm… nnn… what… do you want me as male or female?”
“It does not matter to me… choose what you feel comfortable with. It is the person inside I want” Aziraphale watched Crowley react. He had always imagined the demon submitting to him, but never did the angel figure his dream would come true.
Crowley jolted and looked down at the blonde touching him in such a way. Where had the angel learned such impish nature? The old serpent was not complaining. He was just awe struck his angel was even know the Ins and Outs of physical pleasures. Suddenly Crowley let out a loud gasp. He felt one of Aziraphale’s fingers breached the entrance and slowly started to slide in and out. Shivering Crowley leaned his head on the angel’s shoulder and gritted his teeth. “D…Damn… Azira…. Phale… When… did you… learn…. How to… did you….” The sensation was much to over whelming to finish his thought.
Aziraphale leaned his head over on Crowley’s, and a smirk was heard o in his voice. “Dear boy, you didn’t think I was dealing with Just old antique books?” The angel was getting turned on by the minute was on how his demon was reacting. Licking his lips, the book keeper coaxed Crowley up and moved him to lay on his back. “I have been reading all types of books, even explicit love novels. Occasionally imagining you withering under my touch. Just like you are now.” The angel was now over the demon. Hunger and desire emanated from the Heavenly being, which the old serpent never thought he would see.
“Oh, fucking Satan…” The old serpent had never seen anything more beautiful, than an angel rebelling. The look in those blue eyes, the dominating presence the angel displayed, and now the mutual feelings they had for each other, turned Crowley on beyond all measures. “Angel, you can do whatever the fuck you want to me.”
Aziraphale smiled and leaned down kissed his love. “I intend to.” Then he lowered his lips to the slender man’s neck and slowly kissed down the slim muscular body.
As the blonde pelted the ginger with love bites and kisses, a hand slid down to Crowley’s groin and started to stimulate it more. Feeling Crowley’s hips press into his hands, Aziraphale pressed hard and started to stroke his demon. Crowley moaned and arched his back some. The warm soft stroking sent shock waves through out his body. He raised his hands and slid his fingers into the blonde locks and gripped the angel’s hair. Aziraphale paused and met his eyes with Crowley’s. Seen his partner coming undone encouraged the angel more. Soon, the angel resumed his kissing of the serpent’s front and travel down to meet his hand. Holding Crowley’s member, Aziraphale lowered his head and slowly kissed up the shaft. He savored every kissed and took his time pleasing the demon. Suddenly, the blonde looked up and gazed into the ginger’s eyes. With a devilish smirk, and keeping eye contact, Aziraphale lower him mouth over Crowley’s erection.
Crowley’s eyes widened as he watched Aziraphale engulf him. The sudden warm wetness sent the demon into sensory overload. He threw is head back, gripped the blanket, and arched his back, while groaning out “Holy… fucking…mother…. Of… Satan!!!!!” Never in his wildest dreams did he ever expect his angel to preform sensational sexual acts. Crowley’s reaction was music to Angel’s ears. While continuing, Aziraphale snapped his fingers, and a bottle of lube appeared in his hand. Multitasking, the angel poured lube in his other hand while continuing pleasing Crowley with his mouth. Aziraphale work the lube to warm it up, then slid two slicked fingers into his demon. The sudden reentry of fingers made Crowley’s hip jolt up. One hand swiftly clamped onto the blonde curly locks, and an unearthly demonic groan echoed through the garden. The very core of the fallen angel tightened as the pleasure filled the old serpent. “An… Angel… Fuck… you’re…going to… dis…corpo… rate me...” Crowley panted as is body started build to climax. Suddenly, an enormous shock of pleasure made the demon arch his back causing the hand in the hair grip the blanket. “AAAHHHHH AZIRAPHALE!!!!!!!” Aziraphale slowly removed is mouth off of Crowley and replaced it with his free hand. “Ah… found it…” He started to worked his fingers to continuously target that spot. “That my dear, is the pleasure center of the male body. It is called the prostate gland. As I continue to hit your sweet spot, your body starts to build up to the final peak… Where the body releases the male half of creating a life. Let your body loose and let go… don’t fight.” After the explanation, the angel resumed the pleasuring with his mouth and fingers. Though Aziraphale seemed cool, calm, and collect, the angel was struggling to keep calm. His own body was quaking with the desire to just ravish his demon. His groin ached, reaping with precum. He wanted nothing more than to sheath himself in the man before him. Soon, his hand slid out and a third finger joined the two and slid back. Feeling the fingers slip out, Crowley whimpered, but when Aziraphale slid the fingers back in, the ginger felt the added girth. With the combination as the warm wetness of the angel’s mouth, the demon fought the urge to let go. He didn’t want the feeling of pleasure to end, but the more Aziraphale hit that spot and sucked him, the will of holding on was weakening. “Oh… Fuck… Azira-phale… Damn… Angel…” Crowley raised his head to watched the book keeper work. The beauty of his angel pleasing him, soon became too over whelming, and the coil snapped. With a loud cry of ecstasy, the fallen angel released and filled the mouth of his love. The sudden taste of his love nearly sent Aziraphale over the edge. With a slow withdraw, the angel removed his mouth off of Crowley with a pop and swallowed the demon’s essence. “Mmm… a bit spicy… but overall…” Aziraphale removed his fingers. “…delicious.” Crowley could not speak. The high he was on was lingering and one he did not wish to come down from. Leaning down, the angel kissed the demon. “I need you to roll to your stomach, my dear” Miracling a couple pillows, Aziraphale help Crowley to roll over and placed the pillows under the demon propping up the hips. “Don’t worry… I will make you feel that good again soon.” The book keeper leaned over and pressed his throbbing aching member at the pink perked opening. Grabbing the lube, Aziraphale poured some in his hand and slicked his cock. Holding his member in one hand, the angel closed the lube and tossed it aside. The free hand soon slid up the spine and back down. “Damn, that ass is so sexy…” Finally able to form words, Crowley softly chuckled. “Why… do you… think I started to wear those leather pants?” In times past, the demon noticed how angel would catch a glimpse of his ass. So, Crowley had to temp Aziraphale look even more. Stroking himself, Aziraphale bit his lip. Hearing how the old serpent temped him, the angel lined up and slowly pushed in. Once fully sheathed, the angel leaned over whispered in to the fallen angel’s ear. “Sly old tempter… And I love you for it.” Feeling the new intrusion, Crowley moaned. All of the right areas were being touched, and his entire body shook with pleasure. His wings shivered, and he could feel his coil tightening again. In all honesty, the demon thought he would be the one bending the angel over, not the other way around. But Crowley was not complaining one ounce. In fact, he was so turned on by how dominate Aziraphale was, that he would welcome the angel being topped again. “I love…” Crowley craned his head and looked at the beautiful sight behind him. “You too… Aziraphale.”
Aziraphale locked eyes with Crowley. Hearing Crowley confess his love, the angel leaned over and kissed his fallen one. As they kissed, the angel began to rock his hips slowly and gently beginning the bonding. Breaking the kiss, Aziraphale place on hand on one hip and the other started to massage and caress the onyx feathers. He let his wings lower and touch Crowley’s. As feathers touched, both shivered and moaned as their bodies moved as one. Aziraphale steadied his movements has he rocked, because he wanted the experience be pleasing to his demon mainly. The angel also desired to show just how much the demon meant to him. Crowley could feel every inch of Aziraphale, and each gentle thrust in had the old serpent groaning. Feeling wings touch caused Crowley to flap them, ensuring more stimulation between both. “Oh… Satan… Aziraphale.” The fallen angel breathed. Crowley loved each touch, thrust in, and wing touching fed the coil winding within the serpent. Aziraphale leaned over more and start to kiss and nip between Crowley’s wing joins. One hand moved from wing base. Slowly the fingers worked through the midnight feathers and caressed them. The Angel bit his lip as the melody of his demon grew louder. The control he had was slowly slipping away with every hip thrust. Soon, the book keeper’s hips started to be more forceful. Grunts and groans began to leave those rosy pink lips. “AHhhhh… Nnnn… Oh… my… Crowley…” “Azira… Phale… I… I want to …. Nnnnn…. See you…” Crowley stretched his hand out and made Aziraphale stop. He pulled off of his angel and moved to his back.
Being forced to halt, and Crowley pulling off of him, made Aziraphale hiss at the sudden cold on his throbbing cock. He watched Crowley roll over to his back and stretched out his arms. Slowly, the angel leaned over the beautiful fallen angel before him. The fiery red hair, piercing yellow eyes, each ripple of toned muscles, drove Aziraphale to nearly mad and crash his lips onto Crowley’s. For a few moments, cocks rubbed together to stimulate them even more.
“Lift… your… hips…” the angel commanded. As the demon did as the angel commended and raised his hips, Aziraphale supported the slim hips with his shoulders and lined back up. Slowly the angel slid back in and hissed at the welcoming tight warmth. “Mmmm Fuck…” Once all the way in, he looked down at Crowley. Focusing on the thrusting movements was a challenge. Aziraphale imagined having Crowley for many years now, but he never actually thought he would be engaging with the sensual serpent.
Crowley gripped Aziraphale’s forearms to help stabilize the motion of his body. With hooded eyes he gazed up to the angel and watched each expression on that angelic face. When Aziraphale opened his eyes, his eyes met Crowley’s. Crowley patted his hands on the forearms of his angel and nodded. A Silent ‘Let my legs down’. Aziraphale, folded his wings some and lowered this demon’s legs, and Crowley wrapped his legs around the chubby waist. Then the large onyx wings wrapped around the angel and his snowy wings.
Tented by wings, Crowley lean up to Aziraphale’s ear “Aziraphale, With every ounce of my being…” The Demon laid his head back down and cupped the angel’s cheeks. Yellow snake eyes gazed into those heavenly blue eyes. “I love you… I will never stop loving you.”
Pausing his body, Aziraphale focused on Crowley and the words he spoke. All the angel could feel from the demon as pure Love. He lowered his forehead to Crowley’s, and both closed their eyes. “And until the end I will always love you, my Dear.”
Crowley bit his lip to hold back a tear. “Angel…” Then he bucked his hips, indicating to Aziraphale to finish up “Don’t hold back…” With a groan, Aziraphale nodded and pulled nearly all the way out and slammed back in. Crowley cried out in pure ecstasy as the sweet spot inside him was being targeted continuously. The serpent wrapped his arms around the angel pulling the plush man down against the thin muscular body. Laden blue eyes focused on hooded yellow eyes as both bodies moved as one. Crowley closed his eyes and leaned up and started to kiss and nip the sweet neck of the angel. The nips and nibbles traveled up to Aziraphale’s ear. A grunt came from the angel as the sensation of the demon’s teasing sent him into a trance of primal instinct. Soon, Aziraphale felt finger nails dig into his back, and the combination of pain and pleasure made the angel savagely devour the demon. “Oh….” Crowley gasped and threw his head back. “Ahhh… A.. Zira… Azira…” He started to moan out as the coil within began to tighten to the point is breaking. “Aziraphale… Nnnn… Shit… I’m… gonna…” “Mmmm… Me… too… Crowley” Aziraphale lowered his forehead to Crowley’s and met eyes again. “To… Together?” “Yes… Angel… Together…” Crowley slid a hand to the sweet angel’s cheek and thumbed it.
Aziraphale leaned into Crowley’s hand and kissed it. Then he leaned down gently pressed his lips against his demon, will all the passion he could muster. As the couple danced their tongues, the angel moved his hips feverishly. Both supernatural being moaned as their bodies reached the breaking points. With one last hard trust, Aziraphale hit his climax causing his wings to violently expanded out and quiver in as he came.
Feeling that target within finally receive that last blow, Crowley moaned as the tension of his coil finally released. Through the buzz is heavenly bliss, he felt the hot slick wetness between them as well as the essence of angel seeping from his lower end. The demon let out a shaky breathy moan of pleasure “Damn… nnnnnn….”
Quivering still from his high, Aziraphale propped himself up off Crowley and smiled. “Yes… indeed…” Closing his eyes, the angel slowly pulled out with a grunt. “Far better than I could have ever imagined…” Then he flopped down to his side, pulled the fallen angel into spooning, and cover them with his wing.
The feeling as Aziraphale pulling out made Crowley gasp. “Ghaaa…” The sensation was a bizarre, but wonderful. After being spooned and lovingly covered with purity, Crowley sighed contently. “So…” he turned a little to his back and smiled devilishly to his angel “How long have you ‘imagined’ dominating me?” Grinning back, the angel kissed the demon again. “Long enough… My Dear… long enough.”
Crowley searched those blue eyes. “That long… uh?”
Aziraphale closed his eyes and nodded. When he opened them, Aziraphale smiled. “Yeah… that long.”
Crowley turned to face Aziraphale and nestled under the angel’s chin and entwined legs. “I do not want this to end… Angel.”
Aziraphale nuzzled Crowley’s red hair. “I know my dear. As long as we can, I will make sure it will not. But we do have to keep up the ‘hereditary enemies’ facade up.” The angel lifted up the demon’s chin to link their souls. “But know this, Crowley, though we might have to ‘hate’ each other, my heart belongs to you.”
“Damn you…Angel” Crowley ducked his head to hide his tears. “Making me all emotional…”
Aziraphale chuckled. “I love you, too”
The couple cuddled for another hour with silence. During that time, Crowley fell asleep and snored softly in Aziraphale’s arms. The angel watched his love sleep. Aziraphale could not help but giggle at the little snore and wondered if Crowley snored like this all the time. When the hour past, the angel lifted his wing and gently nudged the demon awake.
“Crowley… my dear… we need to resume our personas. The sun will be up soon, and young master will be getting up soon.” Sitting up and with a wave of his hand, Aziraphale hid his wings, miracled his gardener clothes back on, and his normal attire into his servants’ room.
“Mmmm… Do I have to?” Crowley whined as he balled up under his wings.
With a snap if his fingers, Aziraphale was now Brother Francis, all the way down to his goofy teeth. “Miss Ashtoreth, if you don’t Master Warlock will wonder were you are at and find you in a precarious situation with me… Like he did last night.” Aziraphale mused. Yellow eye peered out from onyx wings and glared at the gardener. With a huff, the demon sat up and snapped his fingers. That single snap disappeared the blanket and his normal clothes, and slowly standing up, ‘Nanny Ashtoreth’ walked over to Bother Francis. “I guess we can’t have that now, can we my love?” Crowley took his sunglasses and slipped them on, and gazed at Brother Francis over the top of the darken glasses.
A tingling feeling shot straight to the angel’s groin. “I suppose we cannot, my Dear.” He walked up to the nanny and slid his hands around his love’s waist. “One for the road my Sweet?”
The nanny smiled and cupped the gardener’s fuzzy cheeks. She leaned in and passionately kissed her gardener. “See you tonight my angel.” “Tonight, my dear” Francis whispered, as he let Ashtoreth go.
Brother Francis watched Nanny Ashtoreth sexually sauntered back to the mansion. Once the nanny was out of sight, the gardener ventured forth to his chores. Brother Francis would cherish the summer night in the garden.
