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“No mountain, nor sea,
No thing of this world
could keep us apart,
because this is not my world…”
~oOo~
She pulled first at the delicate strings of the newly-wed couple on the far banks of the lake.
There was hardly anything to that one – they were there to celebrate their recent nuptials, after all. A gentle tug of the current drew them closer together, and then their lips were meeting softly. The tension rose with each brush of their mouths, every trace of their fingertips over sensitive skin. It didn’t take long for the woman to end up suspended on the man’s hips, bouncing gently as they moved in tandem in the water, adrift in a world of their own devising.
The next couple fell into step with only the barest of convincing. They stumbled across the first pair, tangled in a dance of passion, and suggestion took over. The following three fell just as easily.
She chuckled. This was going to be fun.
~oOo~
“Crowley?”
The demon was currently sunbathing, soaking in the heat of the early summer sun which beamed down on the pale skin of his exposed chest. At the mention of his name, he stretched lazily, feeling the delicious pull of relaxed muscles before dropping the backs of his hands back to his forehead.
“Mm—Yeah, angel?”
“Will you, erm, come here for a moment?”
There was something about Aziraphale’s tone that pulled Crowley out of his own little world. He leaned up, squinting as he opened his sensitive eyes to the bright sunlight.
Aziraphale was sitting at the very edge of the lake with his head tilted and a strangely pensive look on his face. His hands were wringing together absentmindedly, and he was watching something far off in the distance. Crowley stood and swaggered closer, sliding into place next to the angel with a carefully posed lean.
“Wot? ”
“Do you see that?” Aziraphale was pointing towards the far shore of the lake. Crowley peered at the dark forms that he could just barely make out in the distance – there was a certain familiarity to their movements that he was having trouble putting his finger on. It clicked all at once, and he chuckled.
“Never seen that before, angel? I’m astounded! You were around in Rome after all—”
“Of course I’ve seen that.”
“Well, then, what’d you drag me over here for?”
“It’s just so… public. Seems awfully forward of them. We aren’t in Rome anymore!”
“S’not that public, angel. Hardly anyone around! Sure they just expected anyone who stumbled across them to turn a polite cheek or somethin’.”
Aziraphale blushed, growing increasingly flustered at the implication he might have been spectating.
“It’s not just them, Crowley,” he half-hissed. “Look!”
Sure enough, there was another couple having a bit of a romp not far away from the first pair. Another seemed to be heading that way in a hurry.
“I mean, that’s certainly not an everyday sorta thing these days, angel, but it’s not unheard of. Plenty of people like to watch , and if there’s other folks going at it, why not join the fun?”
“It’s been… escalating, Crowley. For over an hour now.”
Crowley squinted, and the whole picture finally settled into place. There were pairs – and trios and more – everywhere, scattered throughout the shallow wading waters near the edges of the lake as far as they could see. The demon had, admittedly, never seen a group of humans quite so coordinated in their copulation efforts, and he allowed himself a moment to be impressed by the creativity of their positions before allowing concern over the spectacle to bleed in.
“Oh.”
“Exactly! Do you think we should be concerned that something nefarious is afoot?”
“Oi – yours are big into the whole ‘reproduction’ bit too. ‘S not just demons that like to mess around with that part of humanity.”
“You know what I mean, you fiend. This must be something though, don’t you agree?”
Crowley opened his mouth to respond, but surprised himself when a low groan of pleasure slipped out instead. A sudden, desperate swoop of lust had struck him low in his gut, tingling sharply where his Effort would manifest. Goosebumps echoed in pleasing trails up his abdomen and down the inside of both thighs.
He forced himself to breathe deeply, tamping down the sensation fiercely before trying again.
“I think this is, eh, definitely something, angel. And I think maybe we should be a wee bit concerned,” his voice came out more bitten off than he was trying for, but he chose to move past that.
Aziraphale hummed in agreement, still watching the couples in the distance with an expression somehow both dazed and concerned. There was something else though, something that Crowley couldn’t quite put his finger on. The angel’s cheeks were flushed lightly pink and his eyes were dark despite the midday sun. One hand, previously occupied with anxiously wringing, had dropped back down to his thigh and was now tracing absentminded circles through the thin fabric of his trousers. He had long-since been barefoot, choosing to cool the soles of his feet in the clear lake water as he basked in the summer sun, and Crowley could see his ankles shifting against one another restlessly. Their picnic – which Aziraphale had been pleasantly working through earlier – lay on the park bench behind them, still only half finished.
“Angel, have you been affected this whole time?”
Aziraphale’s blush deepened, spreading the rest of the way up to his ears.
“I might have been noticing a touch of a erm, pleasant sensation. But it’s not like I was seeking it out!” Aziraphale protested. “I assumed that it was just the… visuals.”
Crowley’s arousal flared alarmingly, and he cleared his throat.
“Do you have any thoughts on what to do, angel?”
Aziraphale’s eyes flashed at that, his expression tipping into something mischievous.
“Whatever do you mean, darling? I have many thoughts and ideas, you know.”
Darling? That’s… new.
“On fixing this. What might be going on. Do you have any thoughts?”
“Oh, that,” Aziraphale replied, sounding almost disappointed. “Well, I rather think that it might be a wasted effort. Looks like things are nearly ‘over’ already, so to speak.”
The angel, as was often the case, was correct. The couples seemed to all be reaching a fever pitch in tandem, echoed cries becoming audible even across the distance as they writhed and squirmed against one another. Crowley’s abdomen lurched with fresh lust at the sound, and he fisted his hands, trying to concentrate on the coolness of the water around his ankles instead of the heat coursing through his blood.
“Just let them ‘work it out’ then, you suppose?” Crowley choked out.
Aziraphale hummed distractedly in agreement. His hand had traced further up and in, now settled almost obscenely high on his inner thigh. Crowley gulped and forced his gaze to concentrate firmly on the opposite bank of the lake.
“It might be nice for them to ‘work it out,’ as you call it. Pleasurable, even.” Aziraphale’s voice was half-dazed now, with an undercurrent that Crowley was almost afraid to pick at. He forced himself to grunt in agreement, training his eyes even more fiercely away from the angel.
There was a soft hitch in the breathing beside him, and Crowley slammed his eyes closed against the temptation to look over at Aziraphale. He felt the arousal swirling violently around his system, unsure where to concentrate in the absence of an Effort but desperate to find an outlet for the building lust. Crowley gritted his teeth and resisted.
“Aziraphale—”
The tiniest of moans pierced the air next to his left ear, and Crowley had to bite his lip hard to keep from echoing it.
“I’m sorry, Crowley, I really am. But I’m feeling— I need to— It will really only take a moment, dear.”
There was a gentle shuffling of fabric next to him, and Crowley was pretty sure he was losing his mind. Everything was hot, aching, trembling under his skin, and now his angel was next to him, clearly taking relief from the same needy sensation. He whimpered softly as the sounds next to him settled into a rhythm.
Meanwhile, the couples all around them seemed to be peaking at once, the cacophony of desperate cries cresting together towards some sort of shared ecstasy. Crowley gulped, squeezing his eyes even more tightly closed to ride out the wave of whatever the hell was going on.
~oOo~
Under the gently lapping surface of the lake, She was beginning to grow frustrated. They were so close, and yet, there remained a distance still. She redoubled her efforts, sending out a fresh pulse of intention into the murky waters deep below the shoreline.
~oOo~
Crowley felt it happen – a pulse of sheer want shooting up his spine. He recognized it in an instant, the familiar sensation unmistakable as it coiled around every cell of his being.
Temptation.
His eyes flew open, and he scrambled backwards further onto the shore.
“Angel! Out of the water!”
The scene that had been playing out next to him was far more affecting than anything Crowley could have imagined. Aziraphale was reclined lazily back on one elbow, head tipped back, eyes squeezed closed, and lips parted to unleash pleased, gasping breaths. His right hand was working furiously over his cock, which emerged from his barely-parted trousers, thick and flushed dark with need. A desperate whimper ripped itself out of Crowley’s chest before he could stop it, his arousal spiking with an intensity that had him trembling with need.
He gulped and slapped his palm harshly across his lips, stammering out a warning through gritted teeth against his damp fingers with his last inkling of restraint, “Aziraphale! You need— It’s the— Back— Now! ”
“Crowley ,” Aziraphale groaned, his hand working even more rapidly now, hips thrusting in little aborted rolls up into his grasp.
“You have to—”
“I’m going to come, Crowley. I can’t— Oh, fuck! ”
The angel was writhing now, ropes of spend shooting heavily across his abdomen, his chest heaving in pleasure. Crowley felt a deep lurch of something in sympathy, and suddenly, there was a cock in his own pants, pouring an overwhelming mess into his tight trousers. His knees went weak, and he collapsed halfway back against the picnic bench, sputtering as he gasped through his orgasm.
There was no time to properly enjoy the aftershocks. Crowley forced himself back onto his feet, still panting as he stumbled his way over to Aziraphale. Residual zips of relief and pleasure were still ringing in his pelvis and tickling under his skin. He hooked his arms under the angel’s lax shoulders, hauling him backwards and out of the water before collapsing nearly on top of him. With a last burst of effort, he rolled to a slightly more comfortable position next to the angel on the sandy shore.
It was a long time before Crowley caught his breath, and even longer still until he was coherent enough to string words together.
“It’s—” he gulped, trying again, “it’s something in the water. Temptation.”
“Demonic?” Aziraphale asked warily from next to him. Crowley grunted to the contrary, still too spent to actually face the angel.
“Something else. Something new. Dunno what, exactly, but I think it’s what’s got hold of the rest of those folks.”
With a deep, resigned breath, Aziraphale pushed himself up to seated, grimacing at the mess covering his stomach and waving it away with a miracle. Crowley followed suit a moment later.
The couples across the lake, seemingly reenergized from their brief respite, were starting back up, bodies pressing close together for the second time that afternoon. Aziraphale regarded them now with less interest and significantly more concern.
“Do you think they’ll just… stop once they get tired enough?” The angel mused distractedly, squinting a bit in the bright midday sun.
“One way to find out,” Crowley shrugged.
And so, they watched. And they watched again. And again.
There seemed to be no stopping the humans covering the lakeshore. They writhed and ground together, climaxing over and over without stopping for so much as a breath. There was something frantic about their movements, something just out of the cusp of their control.
“Crowley?”
“Hmm?”
“I don’t think they’re stopping,” Aziraphale worried. “Shouldn’t they be tired by now?”
A new chorus of cries washed over the lake, peaking briefly before settling into the start of the next wave of fucking. Crowley was starting to see the angel’s point.
“Do you think that it’s enough to be harmful?” Aziraphale continued after a moment.
“Erm,” Crowley honestly had no clue. “I think we might be heading that way. How many times was that?”
“Four—”
Pleasure-filled screams peaked again in the background.
“Pardon, five.”
The angel and the demon watched in maudlin silence again for a time, pondering the unusual set of circumstances they were evidently expected to resolve.
“The only time they seemed to take pause was after we, erm, finished that first time,” Aziraphale offered tentatively a few minutes later.
“Are you trying to say we should—”
“Fuck. I’m suggesting we fuck,” Aziraphale clarified primly.
“Wh— Ho— Why— What exactly would that accomplish, angel?”
“They took only the slightest pause after our individual orgasms. Clearly, if that is the key, something stronger is required. The only logical conclusion is that we need to engage in intercourse. That we do so together is more of a personal preference, frankly.”
Crowley was short-circuiting, Aziraphale’s words falling thickly on ringing ears.
“It’s not like we haven’t done it before,” the angel continued, still the picture of composure and logic.
“We— That was different, angel, and you know it!”
“Just because we were intoxicated doesn’t mean we did it any less,” Aziraphale was almost lecturing now, and Crowley had just about had enough.
“S’cuse me, you were the one who refused to talk about it afterwards. You’re the one who said I was going too fast! I’m just trying to be a gentleman—erm, being — here!”
“Well, stop it! We have people to help!”
Crowley felt that like a punch to the gut. Or a million light-year swan dive into a pool of boiling sulfur.
“Is that… S’that all this would be? Something to help them?”
Aziraphale hesitated for a moment, gaze still aimed far onto the horizon.
“It… No, Crowley, it wouldn’t be.”
The honesty in Aziraphale’s tone shocked the pain right out of Crowley’s bones, a thrilling, heart-pounding sense of anticipation quickly falling into its place.
“Wouldn’t it?” The demon probed, tentatively, as if asking carefully would somehow keep him from getting hurt.
“I might have, erm, been having some thoughts since the last time we… well, you know.”
“Thoughts, angel?”
“I just… There’s no one else I would rather be spending an eternity with, and I suppose I’m tired of pretending that I feel otherwise,” Aziraphale’s voice was hesitant, nearly carried away by the gentle breeze.
Crowley looked over, locking eyes with his angel and allowing his growing glee to take over his features.
“I’ve— I love you, angel. Six thousand bloody years’ worth.” He couldn’t keep a hint of laughter out of his tone, preening as Aziraphale’s eyes lit up. Crowley couldn’t take it anymore – he leaned over, running one finger gently down Aziraphale’s jawline and under his chin, tipping the angel’s face upwards before pulling him into a gentle kiss.
Always thought the fireworks were just a saying , Crowley mused as joy crackled in his belly, pounded in his chest.
They pulled back, smiling openly and honestly at one another for the first time in a very, very long time.
“Are you ready to… help these people, angel?” Crowley asked gently, not wanting to push his luck on what may well be the best day of his long existence.
Aziraphale smiled, a little nervously.
“I am! I just… I’m not sure I know how we should start,” the angel admitted sheepishly. “I’ve never… Not with anyone else.”
Crowley let his face twist into something playful. Mischievous. Tempting, even. He yanked Aziraphale close, pressing the tips of their noses softly together and nuzzling ever so slightly. He felt the angel relax against him, felt the barely hint of pressure from an arm wrapping around his waist—
And then, Crowley pushed.
The bank of the lake they’d worked themselves onto dropped off into a pool of deeper water, cool and clear and far too serene. Aziraphale tumbled in with a resounding shriek, followed by a sputtered chorus of half-hearted protests.
“You fiend! ” The angel finally got his feet under himself once more. He reached up and dragged Crowley unceremoniously down with him. They dissolved into chaos and laughter, splashing and twisting their way back into the shallower water of the shoreline as they playfully tried for dominance.
Crowley landed on top, pressing Aziraphale into the sandy bank once more just in time for the temptation to hit his bloodstream.
“Oooooh, fuck,” he leaned forward against Aziraphale, mouthing at the angel’s neck hungrily as heat pooled rapidly in his pelvis. The demon’s cock took an immediate interest in the proceedings, blood rushing downwards so quickly that Crowley felt a little lightheaded. His hips twitched forward, rutting down ever so slightly against the warm form below him. He was thankful for the cool press of the water around them as his skin began to overheat.
Aziraphale was clearly similarly affected.
“Crowley, ” he gasped, lurching upwards in search of friction, grabbing at the demon’s lithe waist to further encourage the movement of those sinuous hips. Crowley groaned in response, finally settling into a rhythm that sent a cascade of goosebumps across his skin.
The demon nipped at Aziraphale’s jawline with purpose, then dipped lower to suck dark little marks into his creamy skin. Aziraphale whimpered with each well-placed bite, eyes closed softly and face screwed up in pleasure. Crowley, positively aching already, felt himself twitch at the sounds, grinding even more animatedly against his angel.
It wasn’t enough.
Crowley growled in frustration, the lust coursing through him not satisfied with kisses and rolling hips.
“Angel,” he panted, placing his lips just south of the other man’s ear and teasing the sensitive skin there. “I can’t— I need to— Can we be getting on, please?”
Aziraphale squirmed at the words, thrusting himself needily against the demon in a way that drove Crowley to distraction.
“Angel, please. I— Can we— I need to be inside you, darling. Or have you inside me. I don’t care, honestly, I just need—” Crowley’s sentence tumbled off, abruptly silenced by the firm press of angelic lips against his own. He melted into the kiss, reveling in the feeling of Aziraphale’s hot breath and gentle tongue exploring what it felt like to entwine with his own.
When they finally pulled back, Crowley was panting once more, more desperately aroused than he could ever remember being in his life.
“Fucking hell, angel, I—”
“Crowley?”
The demon hummed in response, his mouth occupied with rolling the angel’s earlobe gently between his teeth as soon as he was interrupted.
“Fuck me. Now.”
And like Heaven was Crowley going to turn that down.
Their clothes were off in an instant, a flash of miraculous intervention — whose, they weren’t sure — twinkling lightly in the air. The sudden press of bare, hot skin against him had Crowley keening, hips rutting wildly as Aziraphale’s erection brushed perfectly against his own.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Aziraphale, it’s so— Mmmph … You feel so good…”
Aziraphale was mewling now, fingertips scrabbling for purchase on Crowley’s back, leaving hot little streaks of pleasure-pain that sent arousal coursing straight to the demon’s cock.
“Crowley, please, I’m ready, get inside me, for Heaven’s sake—”
Never one to deny his angel, Crowley took himself in hand and lined up with Aziraphale’s entrance. The angel, brilliant as always, had miracled himself lubed and opened when his clothes came off earlier. The demon was trembling with need by this point, and the first soft fluttering of Aziraphale around his tip had Crowley hissing in pleasure.
Jesus— Fucking— Alright. Okay. Slowly. You can do this.
With a deep breath, Crowley began to push forward, sliding into the tight heat of his angel inch by glorious inch. Aziraphale cried out above him, a litany of encouragement accompanying his impatient squirming.
By the time Crowley bottomed out, he was on the slippery edge of coming right then and there.
“Don’t. Move.” The demon choked out, willing his needy cock to cooperate for just a bit longer. Nnngh, it would be so easy to just—
Crowley growled, then forced himself to take a deep, unnecessary breath. Aziraphale, thank Someone, was mostly still beneath him as he got himself back under control.
A few moments later, the angel evidently could not behave any longer.
“Crowley, I really need you to move. Please,” Aziraphale begged, rocking his hips subtly as one hand came to trace lightly over the exposed underside of his aching cock.
With that, Crowley couldn’t wait anymore – The sensation of filling Aziraphale, of finally being together, was too perfect to resist. He began to roll his hips, another soft hiss squirming out as pleasure coursed through his veins. Aziraphale keened, tilting up to meet the demon’s thrusts in time.
It was everything Crowley could have asked for and more.
They writhed together, chasing their release just as they’d seen all the other couple doing strewn about their respective shores. Crowley was back on the angel’s neck, not able to get his fill of sucking bruises into the newly revealed expanse of untouched flesh there. Aziraphale, no longer with the wherewithal to figure out exactly what to do with himself, tangled his fingers lightly into the demon’s hair, reveling in the groan that ripped itself out of Crowley’s chest at the slightest tug.
Far too soon, Crowley could feel his orgasm building again, a constant, throbbing pressure that he wasn’t going to be able to hold back this time.
“Angel ,” he groaned, rhythm faltering as pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. “Angel, I’m gonna come.”
Aziraphale groaned deeply in response, pulling himself more tightly against the demon in order to press their lips firmly together in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.
It was more than Crowley could stand.
He panted swears against Aziraphale’s lips as he burst, burying himself to the hilt to fill his angel as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over him.
“Oh, Crowley , I can’t—” Aziraphale trailed off with a high, keening noise, hips stuttering as he painted both their chests and stomachs with spend.
Crowley collapsed forward unceremoniously, aftershocks still tingling through him and making his cock twitch where they were still connected.
They kissed again now, more gently, catching their breath between gentle presses of their lips. Aziraphale was smiling against him, and Crowley couldn’t resist matching the angel’s infectious joy.
Finally, Crowley rolled off to the side, allowing Aziraphale a little more room to breathe as the glorious mess they’d made was washed away in the shallow water. Around them, the noises from across the lake were coming to an end at last.
“Think we might’ve cracked it, angel,” Crowley chuckled. “Fucked things right back to normal.”
Aziraphale just snickered in response, positively beaming. His neck and shoulders were covered in a mosaic of dark marks, and Crowley felt a pang of guilt at having sucked them into his skin.
“Might’ve gotten a bit carried away there, love,” he muttered sheepishly, moving to wave away the spots with a miracle. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
“Leave them, dear,” Aziraphale insisted. “They’re pretty.”
Crowley couldn’t resist curling back up against his angel at that. Something possessive deep in his snake instincts had him running his fingertips lightly over the beautiful bruises as they basked together in the now-late afternoon sunlight.
All the couples around them seemed to have reached satisfying conclusions at last, now laying tangled together nearly as softly and sweetly as the angel and demon on their shorebed.
“Well, that was a bit of a thing,” Crowley mumbled lazily into the angel’s shoulder, sleepy with sun and sex. “Wonder where all that temptation was coming from.”
“It sounds like we may need to come back, darling,” Aziraphale suggested with a twinkle in his eyes. “For further research, of course.”
“Whenever you’d like, angel. Anything. Always.”
~oOo~
Under the waves, She was basking in the waves of contentment pouring out of both celestial beings. Lulled by the pleasant heat of their love, She wound herself more tightly, curling up to finally settle into a self-satisfied sleep once more.
~oOo~
“No mountain, nor sea,
No thing of this world
could keep us apart,
because this is not my world…
You are.”