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“No more frivolous miracles.” Gabriel’s words ran around Aziraphale’s head as he stared into the empty fireplace. He could hear the whistle of the blizzard outside, as the windows rattled with force. The night around him was now descending into a thick dark.
The heavy woollen blankets he held around his shoulders barely stopped his corporation from shaking. He cursed himself for making that last cup of tea, he could have waited, couldn’t he? Snow was thick along the street, and backed up against the bookshop door. At least, that was a sweet relief. No customers would be trying to get in today.
Angels" corporations were hardy, but even they had a limit, and days and days of snow, ice and wind with barely any reserves was enough to reach it. He felt wretched. His nose was now a blotchy pink, his hands turning an unflattering shade of blue.
“You look a little nippy, angel.”
“Crowley.” Aziraphale whipped around to see the demon in his black overcoat and tight black trousers. He felt a little ridiculous standing wrapped in his layers of blankets, yet he could not bring himself to drop a single one. “What do you want?”
“Thought you might be a little cold.”
“Hmpf, I’m fine.”
“Obviously.” Crowley’s eyes glanced up and down at Aziraphale who was now shivering under his two shawled blankets.
“God has decided that in these months we are to endure the cold, so as to be grateful for the upcoming Spring. When we will delight in flowers and new birth, and all that.”
Crowley raised one eyebrow. “Oh, is that why God does it? How wonderful of Her.”
“I suppose,” Aziraphale said, “I wish She’d get on with the flowers bit though.”
“Blashemphy angel, to go against the desires of God.”
“Well, I, it’s not that. It’s just bloody freezing, isn"t it?”
“Come ‘ere.” Crowley placed the back of his palm on Aziraphale’s cheek.
“What are you doing?” Aziraphale shuffled backwards, eyes darting upwards.
Crowley held his hands up in surrender, a gentleness in his voice. “Come on, you need to get warm.”
Crowley led Aziraphale to the bedroom. The fight went out of him, all he could think about was getting his corporation to stop shaking.
The demon flicked his wrist and a warm glow started in the fireplace. Aziraphale’s eyes softened. He began to open his mouth to show his gratitude, but before he could begin Crowley growled at him.
“Don’t you dare.” Crowley stood at the edge of Aziraphale’s large metal-framed bed covered in large pillows and a flowery duvet.
He lifted the duvet, and gestured towards it. “Let’s get warm.”
Aziraphale stared at him, and then the bed. “You can’t be serious.”
Crowley glared at him, “Angel, do you want to be discorporated due to hypothermia? Get in.”
“But I,” Azirpahale stammered, glancing upwards.
“Fine,” Crowley said, pushing off his shoes, and climbing in himself.
Aziraphale could feel the effects of the fire beginning to at least take some of the chill away from him. Yet, looking at the bed, it did look so inviting, the duvet, the warmth of another corporation up against his.
He closed his eyes, and let the blankets drop from his shoulders.
Crowley didn’t speak as Aziraphale meticulously took off his shoes, and climbed into the bed next to him. He shifted, lying on his side so he couldn’t see Crowley’s face. He could feel the warmth of the demon up against his back, a sweet relief to the bitter cold from before.
His body however, refused to relax completely with the touch of Crowley"s thighs up against him. What would Upstairs think? Snuggling with a demon in the middle of the night. He reminded himself that they would reprimand him more for losing his corporation for something as ridiculous as the cold.
Crowley fluttered an arm over him. Aziraphale jerked up, “What are you doing?” he hissed.
“Angel, we are trying to stay warm. This is the way to do it. Relax, will you?” Crowley pulled his arm tighter.
The shivering had stopped, and for the first time in days, he felt a comforting heat pool in his stomach. “That’sss better.” Crowley murmured, and Aziraphale felt his slender hand press against him.
“Remember when we used to live near the desert? S’no snow then,” Crowley drawled into the back of Aziraphale"s neck, and he felt a tiny flutter in his chest.
“I do remember the nights were quite cold.”
“Hm yes, we had to find ways to get warm back then as well,” he mused.
Aziraphale stiffened “That was a different time.”
“Wassss it?” Crowley whispered. Aziraphale imagined his long tongue brushing up against the outside of his ear. He clenched his fists by his side.
“Crowley! What if they find out?”
“Nobody needs to know, angel.”
They had explored their corporations before. Often with centuries between each time. Normally while drunk. Nothing like this. They were quick and dirty affairs. Often pretending as if nothing had happened as soon as the messy business was over. Never in the bookshop. Never in his own bed.
And they never cuddled. The musky scent of the demon rose up into his nostrils. Crowley’s head nuzzled into Aziraphale, the wisps of his mutton chops caressing against Aziraphale’s skin. He noticed as he did, that Crowley"s glasses were gone. He wondered what it would be like to turn around, and face him, to look deep into those yellow eyes. He clenched his eyes shut, and let himself succumb to the rising heat between them.
They stayed like that for a while. In stillness, Aziraphale wondered if Crowley had fallen asleep. Much like he had learned the joys of human food, Crowley had become quite accustomed to the human act of sleep.
Then he felt it, poking into his back.
“Is that? Crowley!” Aziraphale hissed again, with the unmistakable heat of Crowley’s Effort growing up against his backside.
He shrugged. “Natural. Being this close. Feeling you up against me. Mmm, you’re still quite cold, angel. Sure you don"t need warming up?”
Aziraphale felt his cheeks blush. He turned his head slightly to feel the hot breath of Crowley on him. They didn’t need to breathe, but they could, and he wondered if Crowley was doing this on purpose.
“Do you always make the Effort these days?” Aziraphale said.
“Sometimes, when I feel like it. And you?”
Aziraphale could feel the tips of Crowley’s fingers resting close to the top of his trousers.
“Not always.” Aziraphale paused.
“But you could.” Crowley’s hand inched lower. Aziraphale felt him growing harder behind him, “Good way to keep warm. Both of us making the Effort, as it were.”
Aziraphale let out a whimper at the feel of the fingers inches from his groin.
“We"ve done it before, angel.” Crowley’s voice was soaked in a sleepy kind of texture. It was soft, quiet. The gentleness sent shivers through Aziraphale, though not the same shivers as before. His resolve shattered in the face of that side of Crowley. He often wondered if he was the only being in the world who ever witnessed it.
“You’re trying to tempt me,” Aziraphale whispered.
“I thought we agreed that angels can’t be tempted,” Crowley whispered back, his long fingers circling around his thighs.
Aziraphale let out a gasp. “I suppose I am still a bit cold.”
Aziraphale took his hand, and laid it over Crowley’s, curling his fingers into his. They tightened their grip onto each other. Aziraphale then slid his hand under his waistband.
Crowley breathed heavily into Aziraphale’s ear, his fingers stopping at the several layers of Long Johns that Aziraphale had been wearing to keep out the cold.
“Fucking hell, angel, it’s like the Tower of London down there. Trying to make things difficult for me,” he growled, “Which guard do I need to bribe to get into one"s Crown Jewels?”
“For Heaven’s sake. Look, it’s simple,” Aziraphale grabbed Crowley’s hand and shoved it down, snaking it past the several layers of clothing, where the demon’s hand firmly found his cock. “There, see?”
“Aha, I see you have opened the vault for me.” Crowley stifled a laugh into Aziraphale’s shoulders, his red hair tickling against Aziraphale’s collarbone. He couldn’t help a small smile falling on his own lips.
“Just, get on with it. Please.”
“My pleasure, angel,” Crowley whispered, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. This time he swore he felt the brush of Crowley’s teeth nip against his neck. His body shuddered at the feel of the Crowley"s mouth on him. They had discovered at one time that his tongue could do things that made Aziraphale’s corporation positively explode with pleasure, figuratively, literally and at times metaphysically.
He felt the hand begin to slowly stroke his cock. It slid down the shaft, as Crowley’s arm pulled tighter around his waist, binding them together. Aziraphale closed his eyes, as he let himself be consumed by the desire rippling through this corporation. Crowley fumbled under the layers of clothes, breathing heavily into the his ear. Aziraphale felt it wash over him. The heat of their bodies, the ruffle of the bedcovers, the feel of Crowley"s fingers on his cock.
“You know,” Crowley"s voice tickled Aziraphale’s ear, “I"ve heard that being naked actually keeps these bodies warmer.”
“That"s ridiculous, Crowley.”
“It"sss true.”
Crowley’s hand gripped him firmly, and Aziraphale’s erection throbbed desperately against the buttons on his trousers. Crowley stroked his cock again, slowly and lazily. His arm lying gently around Aziraphale"s soft stomach, the covers hiding them from the world. Aziraphale felt Crowley find his own cock behind him, stroking himself, as their corporations pressed together.
Aziraphale whimpered, his corporation beginning to pulse in a soft frenzy. With each stroke from Crowley, he felt more desperate to feel the demon’s cock against him without the fabric between them.
Crowley’s hand stopped, and moved to squeeze at his thighs. Letting long fingers run at the crease of the inside of his leg. Aziraphale groaned, feeling his hips jerk into Crowley’s hardness. Aziraphale rubbed against him, enjoying the sounds that emanated from Crowley"s lips as he did so.
“Is it really warmer if we’re naked?” Aziraphale said.
“What do you think, angel?” Crowley"s voice crackled like the glowing fire in the hearth.
Their clothes fell away in an instant. Aziraphale"s skin prickled, with the feel of Crowley’s naked body pressed against his. They said nothing.
Aziraphale could feel Crowley’s hand moving up his own cock behind him, the wet pre-cum dripping onto his back. It thrilled him to know that Crowley wanted him, that he was the reason for this. He grinded his hips back, the crease of his opening rubbing up against Crowley’s cock.
“I mean we could,” Aziraphale paused and bit his lip, his body arched as Crowley’s fingers curled around the base of his cock, “You know...”
“Yes, angel,” Crowley murmured into him, letting his fingers tease around Aziraphale’s balls.
“I could… ugh… go inside,” Aziraphale said into the dim bedroom. Crowley let his hand fall to hold onto his hips.
“Hm?”
“... you.”
Crowley snorted. “Interesting proposition. For warmth of course?”
“Well, I assume it would be very warm,” Aziraphale answered, feeling fingers caressing his pelvic bone.
“Scorching.”
“Blistering.”
“Boiling.”
“Practically volcanic.”
“Like the fires of Hell I would imagine,” Crowley’s fingers dug deeper into the inside of Aziraphale’s hip bone.
Crowley breathed out in the air, clouds of mist forming on his lips. As if there was steam rising from him. Aziraphale thought about what it would be like to have those lips on his.
He felt Crowley release his fingers, and turn onto his side. Aziraphale followed, his belly pressing against Crowley"s lean back. He looked down to see his cock hard, pushing deep into the back of Crowley’s thighs. He let his arm wrap around Crowley’s hips.
Aziraphale was glad he couldn’t see into Crowley’s eyes.
They never did look at each other in these moments. They knew if they did something would break. A crashing wave that would engulf them that they might never recover from.
Instead, he pressed his head into the skin of Crowley’s back, his own chops brushed against his neck. He heard Crowley giggle, he actually giggled. That sweet sound made his cock strain harder.
He would never tell him, but Aziraphale loved how different his body was to his. Slender and long with hard edges. He ran his fingers over it. Indulging in the feel of the curve of Crowley’s hip bone, the jut of his pelvis.
For a moment they were silent apart from small barely noticeable moans from Crowley, as Aziraphale’s fingers swept over him. Crowley was right, with their naked corporations pressed together, he felt a rush of warmth all over him. It seemed to melt something inside him, something that had existed long before the cold spell of this winter.
“Are you sure you want to?” Aziraphale’s voice was low.
“Most definitely, angel. Can’t be getting cold now, can we? Demons aren’t built for the cold. We’re very fiery, warm types. Need heat. Lots of heat. I was a snake once, remember? Cold blood. I need warming.”
Crowley was the least cold-blooded being Aziraphale knew.
He looked down to see that his cock was miraculously lubricated, though neither of them said a word about it. His fingers dug into the sides of his hips, who let out a sharp breath, as Aziraphale slowly pushed himself inside.
He let his arm hang over the side, his fingers searching for Crowley’s cock. His head rested in the nape of his neck.
“Feeling warmer?” Crowley attempted to keep his sarcastic lilt, but Aziraphale heard how it strained slightly, breathier and tenser than before.
“Oh very much so,” he replied, arching his hips further into Crowley, who let out a small gasp in return. “Positively Dante’s inferno down here.”
“Better watch it. Don"t want your poor angelic sword to burn up.”
“I think you’ll remember my sword was flaming. Can"t say the same for your snake.”
“Well, he seems to have tempted you to take a bite of the apple.”
Aziraphale growled into the back of Crowley’s neck. “Wiley serpent. You better hope my Holy Water doesn"t discorporate you.”
“I think we know, angel -” he paused to let out a groan as Aziraphale’s hand stroked his cock, “Your water’s not all that Holy.”
“How dare you. I am the Holiest of Holy.”
“Mmm hm. The Holiest of Holy doing a demon up the arse.”
Aziraphale dug his nails into Crowley"s skin, and pushed himself in harder.
“Well, it would appear I very much have this demon under my grip. Positively incapacitated.”
“Oh, is that what this is?”
“I believe I could do whatever I wanted to him. Smite him perhaps.” He felt his cock go deeper, and relished in the tightness around him.
Crowley let out a deep groan. “Fuck, angel.”
“Hm, is that what you want?” Aziraphale hugged his legs around Crowley, and rode harder into him. Crowley’s body shuddered, and he let out a long guttural sound. Aziraphale stared into the back of his neck. He thought about how he wanted him to turn around, to see his face. To plant his lips on his. For this game they played to shift into something else.
Yet, they couldn’t do it. It would never work; these were not choices they could make. He could fuck him, and they could never talk about it, and that would be how it had to be. He felt the tight pleasure of Crowley’s arsehole around his cock. He let his hips rock, as a deep rush vibrated through him. He was close, he knew it. But when he finished that would be it. It would be over. He paused, his arms pulled tight around Crowley. He let them for a brief moment squeeze chest in his.
“You okay, angel?” There was a softness to Crowley’s voice, some awareness of the shift in the body against his.
“Oh, absolutely tip-top. Now, I feel as if your snake needs a bit of charming.”
He could practically feel him rolling his eyes through the back of his head.
Aziraphale held onto Crowley’s cock, and pulsed up and down the shaft.
Crowley let out a set of moans, Aziraphale quickened the pace, harder and faster now. Crowley’s body convulsed next to him, their hips moving together as one, then a long cry came out of his mouth as the red hot spunk dripped onto Aziraphale’s hand.
“Volcanic indeed,” Aziraphale whispered into his neck. Aziraphale slowed down, letting his body move at a glacial pace as it rocked. He wanted to luxuriate in it, take his time, feel every tiny morsel he could of him.
Crowley said nothing about the change of pace, instead his hand came up to find Aziraphale’s, and their fingers intertwined for a moment.
They moved together, Aziraphale feeling his long slender fingers in his. The fire inside him was burning; he knew couldn’t hold on much longer.
He rested his head on Crowley’s neck. It was so soft, and inviting, to stay right here. Grasping onto his hand, he allowed himself to brush his lips gently onto the base of his ear, and he felt Crowley squeeze his hand in response. Aziraphale let himself release, a gasp escaped his lip, part sob, part yell, as his body trembled next to Crowley. His cum spilled out into him.
They lay for a few moments, as Aziraphale clung onto his back. Their fingers finally fell apart, and he pulled a hand up to wipe away the rogue tears that had sprung from his eyes. He could not say what those tears were, joy, sadness, passion, love, they were everything mixed into one. He let his arm gently lay back over Crowley.
“Warm enough, angel?” Crowley said drowsily.
“Yes, thank you, dear boy.”
“Angel,” Crowley"s voice was soft and drifting into sleepiness, “I"m going to Edinburgh soon, do you want to come?”
“Oh, I…”Aziraphale hesitated. They mostly tried to avoid creating reasons to meet.
“There’s got to be some kind of angelic miracle you can do up there, right? I have something I wanted to show you.”
Aziraphale’s lips still buzzed with the brief taste of Crowley"s skin. “I… yes alright then. I suppose I can find some good to do up there.”
“I’ll sssee you there, angel,” and in a moment Crowley drifted to sleep. He often slept after these moments, Aziraphale had wondered if it was a way for them both to avoid the aftermath of it. Though he was aware that humans often sleep after coital activities. Normally, during this time, Aziraphale would miracle both their clothes back on, often slip away, and Crowley would find him reading a book under candlelight as if nothing had happened.
Today though, the bitter storm still raged outside, and he thought, maybe today he could allow himself to curl up with Crowley, and hold him. Just this once. For the warmth. That was all. He pulled himself closer into Crowley’s body, and for the first time in his life, he closed his eyes, and slept.