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It was around 1960 when Crowley was handed The Box from his superior.
“To get the tempting job better done,” they told him.
Inside were 12 of the most delicious looking chocolates ever seen. The smell, mouth watering and a taste that would leave you craving for more (or so he was told), but he was instructed to never give the humans more than one unless he deliberately wanted to drive them out of their minds.
The reason? Every one of those innocent looking chocolates were pumped full of Hells most powerful aphrodisiac. Strong enough to turn any human into a drooling sex maniac, only sated after several good orgasms with another human. Fighting it would only worsen the situation until the victim had no choice as to give in to the urges. A fool-proof method to get any human, no matter who they were, to indulge in carnal pleasures and to get even the most loyal and loving person to cheat on their partner.
Crowley had accepted the box with a tight smile, a fake thanks and a lie to "definitely put it in good use" and then proceeded to promptly shove it away in the furthest corner of the closet in his flat to join some other "items" he'd gotten over the years. Crowley had, frankly speaking, felt insulted. Like he'd have to stoop so low as to use cheap tricks like that. He was the original tempter for Hell's sake! He'd never had any problems tempting humans to have sex with each other, and forcing them into it with a cursed candy didn't sit right with him.
The demon had all but forgotten about the box until he found it again while he was sorting the items in his closet. Now that he wasn't employed by Hell anymore there was no point in holding onto any of this stuff. Not that he had any use for them before (most of them were junk) but maybe among the items were one or two that he could use to annoy one particular fussy angel with a bookshop.
So Crowley got them all out of the closet and spread them on to the living room floor. That's when he spotted the box full of cursed sex-chocolates. He took the box in his hands with a huff and a frown, tilting it to the side.
Hell had outdone itself with the packaging. Red metallic coloured edges adorned the dark grey box, almost as if it was a present for him.
Inside the chocolates were as mouth watering good looking as always, made to never go stale with the help of a demonic miracle. Crowley hadn't changed how he felt about them, but then a thought crept into his mind. Even though tricking an unexpected victim to consume one of them was out of the question, a bite between willing partners...
Now that would promise a fun night indeed. Not that he himself had a partner like that. but he could only hope that one day…His musing was interrupted by a buzzing phone on the sofa table. He placed the box on the table and picked up the phone. A familiar name kept flashing on the screen, making the demon's mouth turn from frown into a smile.
"What?" Crowley answered, not wanting to sound too pleased.
"Um... hello! It's me!", replied a cheerful, female voice. Crowley frowned, feeling a little confused when the voice on the other end didn't match the voice of the angel he was used to.
"Aziraphale?", Crowley lifted the phone from his ear and looked at the name on the screen again to confirm it was truly him- her. The Angel giggled upon hearing how puzzled he was.
"I’m terribly sorry for the surprise. I simply felt the need for a change and have given my corporation a more feminine upgrade. I’m sure you understand". And Crowley did. He had changed his own corporation more than he could count on two hands. Mostly it was because of temptations here and there, but sometimes it was simply because he could. Being female definitely had its perks.
"Anyways, I was wondering if you have time to accompany me for a nice dinner? My treat", Aziraphale continued and Crowley couldn't keep the smile from his voice when he agreed. Whenever Aziraphale asked him to meet up with him - or her - he would instantly cheer up. And especially now that Aziraphale had changed gender. It had been a long time since he'd seen Aziraphale in a female form and she always looked…beautiful. He wondered if her corporation had changed a lot since the last time.
"Alright, Angel. Pick you up at seven?" Crowley asked. A silence followed and Crowley frowned, looking at his phone again to make sure they were still connected. ‘Aziraphale?’, he heard the sound of a door slamming shut.
"Actually…I’m already at your door".
Crowley blinked before a knock broke the silence. He lowered the phone and made his way over to the door to open it. His breath caught in his throat when it revealed Aziraphale standing there, stiff as a pole and dressed in a bright yellow dress. He noticed her shoulders were stiff, her hands clasped in front of her like she always did when she was nervous.
Her long hair was put up in an old fashioned Gibson Girl bun, but it only made her round face look even more Angelic. Crowley never liked the old fashioned style much, but Aziraphale was definitely the exception in this. His eyes trailed down her body and he swallowed thickly when he noticed the fabric clinging tightly to her full bosom. She sure had outdone herself on that part. Maybe a little too much. He wondered what kind of bra she was wearing…
"H-hello again", she said shyly before his gaze could go even lower and he met her blue eyes. "I hope you don’t mind me stopping by unannounced. I was simply too eager to take my new corporation for a spin". Crowley hummed and nodded.
"You’re not entirely unannounced", he pointed out, holding up his phone that was still on call with Aziraphale. He pressed the red button, breaking the connection before pocketing it in his jeans. Aziraphale looked down at her old cellphone, a blush appearing on her cheeks. "R-right", she muttered and brushed a strand of loose hair behind her ear.
"Come in, Angel. Let’s have a drink first. It’s too early to go out for dinner". She smiled with relief at him, her shoulders relaxing and he stepped back, letting her enter his flat. His nostrils picked up her scent, noticing it hadn’t changed at all. Thank someone. He liked her smell the most and he would be devastated if that calming, familiar scent would disappear. After six thousand years he could easily identify the smell of vintage mixed with a hint of pastries from a mile away.
He closed the door behind her and led her to the living room, motioning for her to sit down on the sofa. She gave a questioning look at the strange items spread across the floor when she passed them, sitting down and crossing her legs. She couldn’t even guess what half of them were.
"Just some old work related stuff." Crowley explained, "was just about to get rid of them. I'll put these away and then I’ll fetch us a nice glass of wine. And I have something sweet for you. Got it from someone on the market".
Crowley gathered the items and took them to the room they came from. It took a moment to fit them all back into the closet, not wanting to waste any more time on them than necessary. The closet he kept it all in was warded with a curse to keep anyone but himself out just in case. It wouldn't do any good to let these fall into the wrong hands.
After he had finally managed to shove everything away he paused for a moment in confusion. Something was missing…but what exactly? He looked it over, ticking off the list in his mind.
Some kind of drill where Crowley wasn’t sure about whether to drill someone’s brains out or peel an apple. Simply the confusion made Crowley already resolute to not use it in the first place. Then there was the cursed walkman that would make a human feel violent and tempt them into executing a massacre if they’d listen to the music. No matter the genre, even classical could work its magic. Crowley himself didn’t even need to be cursed to get aggressive from listening to that shit.
Next was a necklace, specially made to induce greed when a human would put it around their neck. It was made from the finest gold with demonic ruby, the weight heavy around one's neck and the power effective immediately.
Not to forget that hideous vinyl carrying the most satanic message that came from the Devil itself. It became a hype in the 1970s when someone came up with the idea to play records backwards after Crowley dropped the hint. He never actually got to use the actual record, because at one point people had hyper focused on Stairway to Heaven and Crowley’s idea fell on deaf ears.
And the razorblade brush! That hideous metal brush - who on earth used a metal brush for their hair - especially made for people with too much pride for their looks. One little temptation to use it to make the hair look more healthy and shiny and they’d be convinced. One brush through the hair and their scalp would be sliced open, undoing them from their hair.
Crowley shivered in disgust, not wanting to think about it any more than necessary. But something was missing and he couldn’t put his finger on it. He pondered for a while, getting more and more irritated by his forgetfulness. And suddenly it dawned on him. The chocolates. The black box with cursed chocolates. That he put on the table when he received the phone call. And a certain Angel with an incurable sweet tooth was sitting right next to it. Shit!
The Demon bolted back to the living room in a panic and immediately his eyes landed on Aziraphale who licked the tip of her fingers. The box of chocolates was still sitting on the table, but now completely and utterly empty…
He felt his stomach drop and he squeezed his eyes shut. He felt like he might faint. The angel was sitting on the sofa looking very content like she always did after a good dessert and she tilted her head when she noticed his response.
"O-oh…Crowley I didn’t mean…when you said something sweet I assumed you meant these delightful chocolates. Oh goodness, how terribly rude of me. Forgive me, I should not have been so presumptuous", she rambled, standing up straight and taking a step closer. Crowley held his breath, looking for a sign of change in her behaviour. When he couldn’t find any he frowned, biting his lip. Maybe the chocolates didn't have any effect on Angels? He had no idea what the rules were considering it was meant for human consumption…
"No. Don’t worry about it. When I mentioned something sweet I was talking about some pastries for you in the fridge. These chocolates…I wasn’t planning on using them".
Aziraphale frowned and tilted her head.
"Using them? What do you mean by that?". Fuck. Okay, Crowley could lie his way out of this. He didn’t want to worry Aziraphale any more than necessary and from the looks of it there was no response to the demonic food.
"Weeell, you know. Ingest them. I don’t care for that stuff, so it’s fine". Aziraphale shuffled with her feet and wriggled her hands in front of her. "Really, Aziraphale. Calm down and keep breathing. Did you uh, enjoy them?". Aziraphale blushed and nodded.
"They were absolutely scrumptious". Crowley snorted and turned around. "Of course they were,” he muttered and grabbed the empty box, taking it into the kitchen and throwing it away before grabbing two glasses and a fine red wine. When he came back he sat down next to Aziraphale on the sofa and put it on the table in front of them. He opened the bottle and poured them both a glass before setting the bottle away.
"Here you go, Angel. A 1950 Chateau Lafleur. Exactly what we need right now.”
He held up his drink and Aziraphale gave him a fond smile, clinking their glasses. "Now where did you get this fine gem?", Aziraphale asked, swirling the wine in her glass before taking in the smell. She hummed and took a sip, letting it sit in her mouth for a moment before swallowing. The moan that followed was predictable and yet Crowley couldn’t help the twitch of his cock in his pants.
He ignored it and took a sip himself. It really was a great wine. Savory and classic which he knew could be paired well with meat. Perhaps they could go for some nice beef later. The rich taste didn’t leave his mouth when he swallowed and he took his usual slouching position on the couch.
"Found it when I was sorting out some stuff here. I think I got a bottle when I helped this guy out with his business. Can’t really remember, s’ been a while.” He smirked and took another sip. Aziraphale gave him a curious look, but Crowley waved her silent question away.
"Wasn’t anything big. From what I heard he was bankrupt a year later. Bloody idiot he was". He stared off into the distance and Aziraphale silently stared at him.
"Is it me or is it a little warm in here?", she muttered and fanned the top of her dress. Crowley looked up and noticed how her cheeks were flushed and her ample breasts were rising and falling a little faster than usual. Clearly she was trying to keep it under control, but Crowley knew they were both fucked and he could feel the short lived hope disappear.
The chocolate was doing its work…
"Are you okay?", he asked, feeling a little lame when he knew exactly what was happening to her. She swallowed thickly and took a deep breath.
"I- my body feels a little…weird. Perhaps I’ve done something wrong when I changed it. It’s- dear me it’s getting hotter here", she said breathlessly, trying to fan herself some cool air with her free hand.
Crowley chewed on the inside of his lip. Her condition was getting worse very quickly. He looked around, trying to think of a solution. He could feel his own heartbeat getting faster, the panic inside welling up now. Maybe he could fix this with a small demonic miracle of his own?
He glanced at Aziraphale from the corner of his eyes and when he saw she wasn’t paying attention to him he dared to turn to fully look at her. The air was pulled from his lungs when he noticed he could see the clear, hard form of her nipples through the fabric of her dress. He could barely keep a groan from escaping his throat. Leave it to Aziraphale to wear this flimsy kind of bra that was barely able to keep the volume of her breasts in it.
She squirmed in her seat and his eyes fell on her plump thighs where her hands were tucked between her legs, unable to sit still from the now quickly building arousal in her body. Her cheeks started to tint with a slight pink colour and her eyes had taken an unnatural glassy look.
"Want me to get you some water?", Crowley asked and Aziraphale gave him a slow nod. He jumped up, discarding his almost full glass of wine on the table. He was glad to have an excuse for leaving her behind in the living room, only so he could get control of his own lust simmering deep inside him. He took a deep breath, steadying himself against the counter. His fingers gripped the edge of the sink, the cool metal grounding him just slightly.
She was drugged. Bewitched. Cursed. No matter what she would beg for later, he would not give into it. He didn’t want their first time to be under the influence of everything. He nodded firmly and grabbed a glass, not even thinking about miracling it. He filled it with water from the fridge and then reluctantly walked back to where Aziraphale was.
"Here you go", he said and offered her the glass which she almost greedily took from him. She downed it in one go before taking a deep breath, her eyes closing. He sat down next to her again, wanting to keep a close eye on her in case she was actually going to show signs of discorporation. Not that he knew what to do to stop it and that idea was actually kind of terrifying. Who knows how long it would take for him- her to come back?
"C-Crowley", she whined, turning those lusting eyes on him, "I…you have to help me. Something’s wrong with me". Oh fuck him, she was already begging. "You uh, just drank too much wine. Nothing to worry abou- "
"I can’t sober up", Aziraphale interrupted him, squirming even more. He raised an eyebrow in question. "I tried! The little bit of alcohol I had in me is gone and the feeling is only getting- ah~ ", a moan slipped past her lips and she slapped a hand over her mouth. He could tell she was becoming more and more uncomfortable under the whole ordeal and he cursed himself for having been so reckless with such a dangerous item.
It was unfair to put Aziraphale in this situation, especially when she had just changed her corporation. How could he solve this problem without telling her she was horny from eating those cursed chocolates? He didn’t realise he was staring until he felt a gentle touch of a finger against his lower lip.
"My…have your lips always looked so pink? They truly are a beautiful colour. It reminds me of a pomegranate. I bet they must taste absolutely delicious", she murmured, leaning in and Crowley yelped, jumping away and tripping over his own legs, making him end up on his ass on the floor.
"O-oh, sweet Heavens. I apologise for that, I don’t know what came over me", Aziraphale stuttered, rubbing a hand over her cheek. She stood up, her legs trembling and she took a step before she froze. Which made Crowley freeze too. Her eyes widened and she looked down at her legs, her mouth open in a silent oh.
"H-how is this possible? I never had this problem before", she said, the frustration now clear on her face. Crowley turned his eyes away, trying to look anything but quilty. Unfortunately for him Aziraphale could see right through him and she folded her arms, giving him this stern school teacher look. The fact that she was silent and staring at him like that made him break.
"It was the chocolates, ‘kay?!", he snapped, and Aziraphale blinked.
"The…chocolates?", she repeated, a little dumbfounded. Crowley slowly stood up from the floor and rubbed a hand over his face in pure exasperation while looking away from her.
"I was sorting out some work things. Items I got from Hell years ago. Whenever they needed more temptations done they would hand out useless shit to me. Since we no longer have to deal with those bastards I figured I could get rid of them. The chocolates were part of it. Pumped full with demonic aphrodisiac. The strongest you can get there. Not even Beelzebub dares to touch it. And you ate the whole fucking box!” Crowley scoffed, "I’m surprised you didn’t immediately combust on the spot."
Aziraphale looked at him with wide eyes and when Crowley turned back to her his heart broke. Her blue eyes were filled with tears and he could feel the shame radiating off her. Oh no no no! This was the last thing he wanted to happen.
"Listen. We will find a solution to this. I promise, Angel.” Aziraphale shook her head, shivering from another wave of arousal coursing through her body. She stumbled when she took a step and Crowley quickly grabbed her waist to stop her from falling over.
"Would humans…die if…they ate it?", she panted and Crowley shook his head. "No, unless they refused to fuck someone", he answered and Aziraphale’s head snapped up.
"What?!" she squeaked and Crowley gave himself a mental face slap. Oh boy, he really was doing great, wasn’t he?
"I- c-calm down, Aziraphale. I can explain-"
"I will not lie with a human. I’m very fond of them, but that goes too far,” she cut him off petulantly.
"What the- I never said you should,” Crowley said with a groan. Aziraphale huffed, scrunching her nose in that adorable way she always did when she was not amused and he tightened the grip he had on her waist when she threatened to fall over again. Her hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt and suddenly there was not enough space between them. Crowley swallowed and knew he had to do something quickly.
"Let’s get you to sit down again. Or would you prefer a bed? I don’t want you to split your head on my table if you faint or something.” He tried to walk her back to the couch, but she was so weak in her knees that she fell backwards and Crowley was too late to take action. Aziraphale landed on the couch - thank someone for that - and Crowley followed suit, trying to break his fall by thrusting his knee out onto the couch.
It resulted in him half straddling the Angel and they both were unable to do anything but stare at each other. Holy Hell, this was dangerous. Too dangerous. Aziraphale breathed even faster, her chest heaving from the wave of arousal that overwhelmed her when Crowley’s body came in contact with her’s. She arched up against him, her hands sliding down his arms.
“Crowley,” she said breathlessly, her eyes fixed on his lips. Crowley swallowed thickly, his body screaming to press against the warm, soft flesh and become one with her. However, he knew he’d feel like a prick if he dared to take advantage of Aziraphale like this and so, with the last ounce of self restraint, he put distance between them. Aziraphale reached out for him, but he pulled away like he had burned himself.
“Crowley,” Aziraphale said again, this time more upset and a little afraid. Crowley growled, the low rumble making Aziraphale cower. “I will not take advantage of you, Angel. I refuse.” Said Angel blinked, rubbing her legs against each other in a restless attempt to ease the hot arousal between them. Crowley bit on the side of his thumb, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. Now was not the time to think with his dick.
“I have an idea. Come with me to the bed.” He held out a hand and Aziraphale reluctantly took it. Without hesitation he pulled her up and lifted her, carrying her bridal style through his apartment. He kicked the door of his bedroom open, using a little more force than necessary and Aziraphale squealed, shocked by the strength the Demon suddenly showed. She knew he was mentally strong, but now he also showed physical strength and it did things to her. Crowley almost wanted to preen, but now was not the time.
He gently put her down, the soft, black satin sheets comforting her overheated skin with a bit of coolness. She moaned again, the scent of Crowley invading her nose and making the turmoil of arousal in her lower belly even more intense. Crowley watched her for a second before sharply inhaling through his nose. He looked around the room and nodded, feeling satisfied. He turned his gaze back to the Angel taking up his bed.
“Now masturbate.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You have to masturbate to get it out of your system. It must work to get this demonic shit out of you.” Aziraphale gaped at him, her face becoming even more red than it already was. Crowley shuffled with his feet and nodded as if he came to terms with it himself. It sure felt like it. He watched the Angel shift uncomfortably and he raised an eyebrow.
“You…do know how to masturbate right?”
“Of course I do! I’m not stupid,” Aziraphale snapped and Crowley gave her a surprised look. He wasn’t used to a snappy and grumpy Angel. That was his thing. He cleared his throat and turned around.
“I leave you to it then. I’ll be close by if you need me,” he said and started to walk away. He was almost out of this Hell hole. Just a few more metres and he could leave the very desirable and horny Angel behind. She would take care of her body and soon it would all be over to become one of the things they’ll never bring up again as if it never happened.
“You’re…leaving me?” Aziraphale asked, incredulous and a little frightened. Crowley froze, not able to come up with a good answer. He could hear the Angel shift on the satin sheets and he closed his eyes, actually praying for some strength. If Hell was still checking up on him they would not be happy, but somehow that was the least of his concerns.
“I will try and get more information about these chocolates and the drug. Best not to waste any time. Don’t worry Aziraphale. I’m here if you need me.” Without sparing another glance he quickly stepped out of his bedroom, barely able to act like he wasn’t fleeting and closed the door, leaning against it. His cock was painfully throbbing in his pants and he brushed a hand through his hair.
“Fuck me”
Crowley was almost ready to jump out of the window and discorporate right on the spot. For the past thirty minutes he had been busy trying to Google information about the aphrodisiac with some help from the Dark Web. He knew multiple Demons who had their own business going on there, but he failed to find anything close to the drugs. Groaning, he rubbed his hand over his face. His crotch was painful with no release having been initiated, but he refused to give in. For a Demon he had way too much morals.
His legs were bouncing up and down, his finger moving over the mousepad of his laptop in search of something. Anything that could lead to the solution of this fucked up situation. He was about to throw his laptop out the window and jump after it himself when he heard it.
Moaning.
While he didn’t want to be in more pain and torment he couldn’t help but pick up the sounds emanating from his room, his ears fully focused on the rich, erotic voice of Aziraphale. Clearly she’d finally given in and wasn’t going to be silent about it. Or maybe she couldn’t. He knew that vocality was a thing that made sex much more intense and better sometimes. It really depends on the partner. Some humans would moan in the worst ways possible, but not Aziraphale. It wasn’t very loud, but that could be due to the door blocking most of it.
He wondered if she was naked now. Squeezing her breasts while she fingered herself to completion-
“For Hell’s sake!” he wheezed and jumped up, the laptop bouncing on the dark carpet. He started pacing down the hallway, getting closer and closer to the cursed room. His body was screaming to go to Aziraphale and let her know exactly what she did to him, but he was afraid. So scared to lose himself in the process and bare his heart with all the sappy things he felt for her. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing her after more than six thousand years….
“...ley!”
His eyes snapped open, not even having realised they were closed, and he stood still as a statue.
“C-Crowely! Please!”
Aziraphale’s voice was desperate and he could hear that she was crying. It shattered all the thoughts swirling inside his head and he sprinted towards the door, almost ripping it off its hinges.
“Angel, what- gahh.” He came to a halt in front of the bed, expecting her to be…what exactly? Crowley didn’t know, but the fantasies he had about her didn’t come close to the sight in front of him. The Angel wasn’t undressed. Her yellow dress was half unbuttoned at the top, her bra shoved down a little to expose more cleavage. She was on her knees, her head pushed into the mattress and her butt up in the air. The skirt was covering her private parts, but he could still see her arm moving underneath her body.
The slick, lewd sounds from her fingers thrusting inside her overly wet vagina made Crowley’s erection jump to life again. She was panting, her face wet with tears and her eyes still glassy. Her lower lip was red and swollen, clearly bitten and abused by her teeth. He had a perfect view on her breasts and the urge to bury his face between them knocked the already barely existing air out of his lungs.
“P-please…I beg you. H-help me,” she sobbed, her body trembling from the violent waves the Demonic aphrodisiac was causing. Crowley’s feet were nailed to the ground, his body breaking into a sweat. He yearned to be near her, to take her in his arms and get her through this, but the value of their friendship was more important to him and he would not succumb to the biggest temptation he ever encountered in his existence. Ironic how an Angel could do temptations better than he ever would…
“I can’t Aziraphale. I will not take advantage of you. You’ve never been more vulnerable like this and I will not ruin our fucking friendship!” he said resolutely and Aziraphale cried out in frustration. She pulled her fingers out and sat up with a fury in her eyes that was so fierce it almost scared him.
“Either you help me or…or I’ll never talk to you again!”
Crowley’s eyes widened before they narrowed. That was a low blow and he remembered when she used it before. At the airbase, right before Crowley had stopped time. She knew he would do anything for her and if she sensed his doubt or hopelessness she would say something stupid like that.
“I will not fuck you under these circumstances!” Crowley sneered and when Aziraphale’s eyes widened Crowley realised his mistake. “I- ngk.” He turned around to hide the blush on his face, cursing himself for being such an idiot. In his defence he had no defence against her. Never had it and he never will.
“What do you mean by that?” she asked softly and Crowley groaned, throwing his head back in desperation. He could either come clean and tell her how he felt about her or he could hide it and make up a lame excuse.
“It doesn’t matter,” he settled on, “I cannot help you with this and that’s my final ans-”
“Anthony J Crowley, you get your ass over here and fuck me! NOW!”
Crowley turned around, his mouth ajar and completely blown away by Aziraphale’s aggression and vocabulary. He should feel proud about making her swear like that, but all he felt was extreme arousal, his heart pounding in his chest.
“I know you want it as much as I do. Stop lying and stop pretending you aren’t bothered. You told me I need to get fucked and I will not accept anything less than you!” Aziraphale groaned through another wave of heat, her insides clenching down on nothing and she thrusted her hips in response, the need to be filled getting stronger and stronger. Sweat was dripping down her forehead, her hair no longer neat in a bun and the loose strands were sticking to her forehead. Her scent was all around him and he could feel his walls crumbling down.
“Besides…hnnng- I’ve…always wanted you to- good lord! I’ve always wanted you to make love to me.” The Demon closed his eyes, balling his hands into fists.
“This is the drug talking. You’re not in the right mind, Angel. Don’t say things like that when you don’t mean it. Please…don’t make this any harder than it already is.” Aziraphale almost screamed in frustration and lept of the bed, straight into Crowley. The control of her legs was that of a newborn deer and the Demon immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, not wanting her to injure herself.
“Be careful you idiot!” he hissed with no real heat behind it, keeping her up on her legs. Fucking Hell, this was even worse. Her warm body was pressed against him, the floral scent penetrating every inch of his skin and he wanted to lick the sweat off her face before going down on her and eating her out in every sinful way he knew.
“I need to prove it to you. Let me just- ” she snapped her fingers weakly and a fountain pen hovered in the air for a second before dropping down onto the floor. Aziraphale released a frustrated sigh and Crowley blinked, staring at the pen.
“You…want to write?” he asked, confused.
“No, I don't want to write! I need to get my sketchbook from my desk,” Aziraphale huffed and she snapped her fingers again. This time an inkwell appeared, dropping down immediately and Crowley was barely able to catch it before it could spill its dark blue content all over the mahogany floor. Crowley was trying to understand the situation and why of all things she needed her sketchbook.
“GAH! Just- ” she snapped her fingers again and a book appeared. It fell down on the floor. Pride and Prejudice. Of course she was reading that. Crowley didn’t expect anything else. She snapped her fingers again and a charcoal pencil landed right next to the fountain pen. Crowley could feel her tremble with frustration and anger being unable to summon the sketchbook.
“Alright, easy there Aziraphale. You need to calm down- ”
“I want to see you calm down when you’re soaking wet, overheated and all you can think about is being fucked by the one and only being in this whole universe that you love, but who’s suddenly all about good morals and friendship first!” Aziraphale sneered and Crowley growled, feeling anger rise inside him. Then it all deflated.
“You…love? Whot?” he asked, swallowing past the lump in his throat. His voice wavered, the small flame of hope suddenly burning brighter. Aziraphale blinked before lowering her gaze. Her grip on him tightened when another wave caused her knees to buckle, but Crowley held her up without wavering. It didn’t even cost him any energy.
When the wave subsided she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Snapping her fingers once more she finally got the sketchbook to appear. Crowley grabbed it out of the air and she let out a sob of relief. Finally having what she wanted to show him, he was able to move her back to the bed. She let herself fall down onto the - surprisingly - soft mattress and opened the sketchbook.
When Crowley’s eye fell on the sketches his breath stocked in his throat and he watched with amazement how she went through them one by one.
Crowley sitting outside by Give Me Coffee Or Give Me Death, elbow on a table and watching something - or someone - with a brooding expression. Crowley lounging in Aziraphale’s bookshop with a wine glass in his hand and glasses gone. Crowley smiling his small, rare smile, eyes hidden but the rest of his face telling the story without words. Crowley’s naked torso - how in the everloving fuck did Aziraphale know what do draw?! - Crowley sitting on a rock, looking away in the distance. Only a small loincloth is covering his private parts. That was centuries ago and only happened once!
Crowley with goats, Crowley holding a baby - Jesus? - Crowley naked, more naked Crowley, more and more Crowley-
“Aziraphale,” he breathed, not knowing what to say. Aziraphale closed the sketchbook and cleared her throat.
“I was able to memorise certain moments and after knowing you for so long it wasn’t difficult to draw you. I hope I did you justice with…you know, your naked body. I’m afraid I don’t know exactly what you look like.” She put the book down next to her and folded her hands in her lap. They were trembling and this time Crowley didn’t hold back from reaching out, putting a hand of his own on top of hers.
“Do you believe me now? For so long have I been looking at you, admiring you and have I…desired you. Not that I was aware of what I was feeling for years. I came to the conclusion after…we were almost killed by our bosses.” Crowley was still speechless, his mind unable to wrap around the idea of his infatuation, his deeply rooted love, being reciprocated. Slowly a smile broke through on his face, feeling a six thousand year old burden drop from his shoulders.
Suddenly Aziraphale cried out, falling on her back and squirming on the bed. Her legs pressed together and she arched her back with a painful moan. Crowley jumped into action, straddling her and putting his hands next to her head. Their lips were so close now and Crowley’s tongue came out to wet his own.
“Tell me you want this. Look me in the eyes and tell me,” he rasped, holding on to the last restraints of his control. Aziraphale opened her eyes and raised her hands, cupping his face in a gentle hold.
“I want you, Crowley. More than anything. I promise. Have I ever lied to you?”
For a second they were silent, only Aziraphale’s heavy breathing filling the space between them. Then Crowley finally gave in and leaned down to press his lips on Aziraphale’s and it was as if the Demonic essence filled him too. His body buzzed with an unusual amount of energy, his temperature rising. Aziraphale moaned, greedily accepting the kiss. Finally they were able to embrace and taste each other and Crowley didn’t waste any time. He moved his lips against her, licking her lower lip to sooth the bitemarks she inflicted on herself.
Aziraphale parted her lips and Crowley dived in, exploring every inch of her mouth. Her tongue, that enthusiastically welcomed him, the roof of her mouth, her teeth, everything. Then she pushed back and he retreated, letting her go on the same adventure. One of his hands moved over her body, squeezing one of her breasts and finding a hard nipple. She groaned in delight when he rubbed it, pushing it into the touch.
“So good…you feel so good, Angel,” he whispered into her mouth and kissed her again. Wet, fierce and heated. She shivered, spreading her legs so he could lay between them. While he couldn’t get enough of her he knew there was more to see, more to taste. He broke the kiss and looked at her, taking in the raw beauty of an Angel kissed senseless. She was out-of-the-world beautiful. Nobody and nothing else could compare to her. She was his world.
His hand moved away from her breast and slid down, lower and lower until he could feel the fabric of her dress ending. The piece of clothing had ridden up and exposed her upper leg. Adjusting his position he moved one leg so he straddled only half of her, giving him better access - and view - to the celestial being underneath him.
Touching the soft skin of her leg made him dizzy with want, feeling the burning heat and sweat everywhere. He kept a close eye on her, not wanting to miss anything. Slowly his fingers crept closer until he was finally able to slide them through the slick heat of her folds. Apparently she had stripped from her panties. Aziraphale moaned loud, bucking into his touch and spreading her legs even more to give him all the space he needed. Feeling her clitoris he started to rub, feeling the woman he loved so much respond with much enthusiasm.
“Does that feel good, baby? Or does it hurt?” Aziraphale opened her mouth, but couldn’t utter a single word. He slid his middle finger down until he felt her entrance, circling around it for a short moment before pressing in. Her body welcomed him and he immediately started thrusting in and out, noticing how incredibly wet she was. He added a second one, feeling she was more than ready for him. Making a come hither motion he could feel the ribbled wall of her g-spot.
The Angel shivered, moving her hips in time with him and they quickly established a rhythm. He tried to stimulate her clitoris too, but it proved difficult to keep it going without breaking the pace.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispered against her lips and Aziraphale wanted to protest, not wanting him to leave her alone again, but cried out when Crowley disappeared under her dress and sealed his lips over her clitoris. She tasted devine. Crowley never really understood Aziraphale’s hyperfixation with food, but now he felt like he had finally found his own delicious meal. Her taste was a mix of sweet and sour, the flavour strong on his taste buds, but he fucking loved it.
He moved his tongue over the sensitive nub, lavishing it with wet strokes and a little pressure, wanting to make her come. The lewd noises her body made with his fingers was causing his cock to create a wet spot in his trousers and he ached to be inside her. However, it wasn’t time yet. First he wanted to make her orgasm like this. And it didn’t take long.
“C-Crow! Oh dear…I’m…I’m gonna- ahh~!”
He could feel her orgasm on his fingers, her walls clenching down on him followed by liquid running down his hand. He kept his tongue moving while working her through the climax before she pushed against his head to indicate her oversensitivity. It probably wouldn’t last long, but for now he had taken the heat away for a bit. He pressed a soft kiss on the blond, wet curls that covered her labia and retreated his fingers.
More of the mysterious liquid gushed out of her and her whole body shook, her moans filling the room. Crowley realised she came again and he slid his fingers back in, now moving his fingers with more force and speed than before. He pressed a finger on her clitoris, feeling it pulse under his touch while he watched Aziraphale go nuts on his bed.
He could soon feel another orgasm building and this time he kept going, resulting in full force squirting. Her legs quivered and her whole body trashed under him, the sheets now soaked with her body fluids. It wasn’t like he actually minded and he kept going and going, working her with his clever fingers and mouth. A bit of the fluid ended up in his mouth, but he was too busy to actually realise what happened. Her voice echoed through the flat with praise, moans and desperate pleas while she almost ripped the sheets apart with her strength.
They both had no idea how long this lasted, but at one point he could tell she was exhausted. At one point he had whipped out his erection and had actually fucked his own fist to get off at least once. Blue balls was actually a punishment in Hell and wouldn’t prolong it any further. Besides, he could miracle his cooldown time away and keep going for days if he wanted to.
For now it wasn’t necessary though, because her temperature had gone down at least a little and she was only half conscious. He pulled out for real this time and crawled back up. Her chest was heaving and he felt bad for going so hard on her. This was what happened when a Demon lost control of themself.
However, Aziraphale turned her head towards him and smiled, happy and absolutely blissed out. He leaned down and kissed her softly, the heat between them momentarily forgotten. She sighed against his lips, wrapping an arm around his neck.
“Rest, Angel. Knowing this stuff you will need it. We’re not done yet.” Aziraphale nodded vaguely and she was out before he could blink. Clearly more exhausted than he had expected. He smiled down at her and snapped his fingers, cleaning everything up in one go. He did keep her dress on, because no matter what they did just now, he wanted her to be awake when he ripped it off…
He didn’t get to rip it off. Crowley startled awake from something wet and hot enveloping his cock and his eyes snapped open. When had he fallen asleep? He hadn’t meant to fall asleep at all, wanting to stay awake for Aziraphale in case something went wrong.
Everything was blurry, but slowly the memories came back to him. Aziraphale having changed her corporation from male to female, the cursed chocolates being eaten by said Angel, the way she looked when the desire and arousal coursed through her, the sketches and her face when she had her first orgasm caused by Crowley himself.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up on an elbow, seeing it was dark in the room. Clearly it wasn’t morning yet. He peered at the digital clock beside his bed and read five thirty six. Early morning then. That was one fine nap. He turned on the small lamp, covering the bed in a warm light. He could see something underneath the sheets moving up and down, seeming like the shape of a head. A tongue moved over his now hardened cock and he groaned from the pleasure building in his lower abdomen. Lifting the satin fabric it revealed Aziraphale hungrily deepthroating him. She was curled around him, her legs next to his arm and he automatically sought her out to trace her skin with his finger tips.
“Oh fuck- Angel,” he moaned and Aziraphale paused for a brief second, shooting him a coy smile before continuing. He was so glad he had stripped down to his boxers before climbing in bed with her, because it made it much easier for her to touch him. He bit his lips, seeing she had stripped from her dress. She was still wearing her bra, but her panties were nowhere to be found.
Licking his lips he tapped her head gently and she looked up, her big blue eyes less glassy than before. Yet, he could tell the drug wasn’t out of her system and his cock twitched with the prospect of finally getting to fuck her for real. Or as Aziraphale called it: making love. While he was quickly disgusted by sappy romance he did have to admit it fit better to their situation, seeing as they both shared love for each other.
Ugh, he was growing soft already. At this point his cock was harder than his personality.
“Angel, please stop.” That caught her attention and she pulled off with a loud pop.
“Yes, my dear?” she asked, her blue eyes wide and questioning. Holy Hell she was so beautiful…
“While I appreciate the effort and I really do, I’d much rather be inside you right now.” Aziraphale blinked before licking her lips hungrily and crawling up, straddling his waist. His hands came up to rest on her curvy backside, squeezing the soft flesh. She grinded against him, his wet cock now nestled between her folds. She leaned down and kissed him, soft and lingering.
“Good morning,” she whispered against his lips and he could smell mint on her breath. Had she brushed her teeth?
“Oh fuck,” he hissed and slapped a hand over his mouth. Aziraphale looked at him in alarm and he quickly snapped his fingers to miracle his morning breath away.
“I think this is better,” he mumbled and Aziraphale giggled, kissing him again.
“Considering your cock was just in my mouth I think we shouldn’t mind weird tastes and morning breath, but I appreciate the concern,” she answered and Crowley chuckled before pulling her back into another kiss. They sighed in unison, sharing a passionate and toe curling moment of pure love and bliss. It didn’t take long for Aziraphale to grow restless and he could feel her cramp up again from the Demonic essence getting active inside her once more.
“I got you, my Feather,” Crowley purred and he grabbed his cock, moving it until he was lined up against her entrance. He could feel her slick against the head and they both moaned when he breached her. Somehow she was still a little tight around him, even when he had thoroughly fingered her the night before. However, it wasn’t painful for her.
Sliding inside her for the first time was almost magical and he groaned from the held back aggression to trust up inside her and bury himself all the way to the hilt. She immediately moved her hips down to take more and more of him until finally he was fully sheathed inside her. They breathed out, looking at each other with wonder. Never before had an Angel and Demon done this before, but somehow their love had led them here.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” Crowley asked softly and Aziraphale shook her head. “I’ve never felt more complete.” The Demon kissed her softly, trying to pour all his adoration for her in the small gesture.
And that’s how they began their first erotic dance of sexual desire, her hips moving and rolling along with his guidance. They couldn’t stop kissing and one of Crowley’s hands unclasped the bra she was still wearing until she shrugged it off. Her big breasts finally came free and he needed a moment to take it all in. Her warm, velvet heat around his cock, her full breasts pressed against his chest and her lips on his.
It didn’t take long for her to reach the first peak of many, her moans disappearing in his mouth. Her walls contracting around him made him want to bust his load right away, but he was able to stave it off until her second orgasm hit her. By then they were both covered in sweat and Aziraphale’s hair had come loose, falling in waves over her shoulder. Crowley was mesmerised brushing his fingers through the soft locks.
“I-I’m gonna cum baby- ” Crowley warned and Aziraphale sped up, their skin slapping together obscenely hard. He came with a guttural groan, ramming himself deep inside her once more before releasing, pushing his seed deep in the Angel. She suddenly screamed, her whole body convulsing and Crowley sat up in alarm. He cupped her face, forcing her to look at him so he could see if anything was wrong.
“What happened? Are you okay? Aziraphale, talk to me!”
Aziraphale was crying now and he could feel her orgasm not subsiding. If anything it was getting stronger. He tried to pull out, but it was as if he was stuck. Her eyes were getting foggy, a dazed expression looking back at him.
“A-Aziraphale- what’s happen- oh fuckkkk!” Crowley felt a sudden second orgasm crashing down on him, this one more intense and like an avalanche suffocating him. He scrambled to rip the sheets off their overheated bodies and all of a sudden broad, white wings unfolded from behind Aziraphale’s back. Crowley gasps and the sudden pull of his own wings is too strong to hold back. His pitch black wings burst out of him and smacked everything off the bedside table.
As if that wasn’t enough already Crowley noticed the white wings of Aziraphale slowly growing darker. Not black, but grey. Through the haze of the intense shared orgasm he could only cry that he was about to lose his Angel, the tears rolling down his face. He couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not after everything they had gone through.
Things were getting more and more blurry, until he was unable to fight off the inevitable pull towards the darkness…
There was white. There was black. It was mixing and suddenly it turned grey. The white and black disappeared, making space for a collection of different shades. Light, medium and dark. Crowley watched it all happen, not recognizing where he was. Not able to pinpoint where up and down, left and right were. All he wanted was to find Aziraphale. His Angel.
He tried to walk, but it was as if he didn’t have legs. Was this called purgatory? Did he actually die? Discorporate? At least he died doing what he liked most. Or rather who.
He heard a heart wrenching sob and he wanted to find the person who was responsible for it. Then another sob rang through the space and he realised it came from himself. He opened his mouth to yell, to scream, to say anything, but it was as if his vocal cords were no longer in use.
He tried his hardest, but it dawned on him that he couldn’t feel his body. He couldn’t see anything besides grey and he was no longer able to hold back his fear and tears. He cried in silence, wishing he could’ve saved Aziraphale at least. She didn’t deserve this. It was all his fault and now they were…nowhere? Gone?
“Follow my path”
Crowley would’ve jumped, but he had no body. He couldn’t even find the source of the voice. How could he follow a path if he didn’t see shit and had no legs?
“Follow it and you will find your way out”
Crowley wanted to scream and curse at the voice for being an absolute insensitive bitch, but then it actually registered that he knew that voice. Was that…Her? It couldn’t be. God didn’t speak to Angels, let alone a Demon.
“You are my own creation, Crowley. Just like Aziraphale. Follow the path”
Good God She was able to hear his thoughts. While he basically knew that it gave him a new fear for Her knowing literally everything. Nobody was cleared from that list. Would there be anyone who could hear HER thoughts?
“Don’t be afraid. You were my child once and you still are”
Crowley started crying again, but he didn’t know why. Because God was talking to him? Because he missed Aziraphale? Because he was terrified? What was happening? He never cried. Not even when Aziraphale would deny their friendship or he was tortured in Hell after saving a soul in 1827.
“Don’t you think the colour grey is such an astounding shade I came up with? Do you know why there are so many varieties? ”
Crowley shook his head, not even bothering to try and talk or understand the situation. What did it matter when everything he cared for was lost?
“Because I like to create unique things. Everything that once began can end. Everything that I create is loved. You are no exception. When nobody cared, you and Aziraphale did. Go and do what I want for all my children, for I am the grace and salvation I promised I’d be”
Crowley blinked, suddenly noticing a dot of white. He narrowed his eyes and it slowly grew bigger. This was Her path. Was he about to become an Angel? He didn’t want to. He was on his own team, together with Aziraphale. No matter what he did, the light became brighter and he couldn’t look away. All of a sudden the grey vanished, sucked into the bright hole before there was nothing but white.
With a loud gasp he awoke, his whole body shaking. There was a heavy weight on him and he suddenly realised he was back in his bed, in his flat in Mayfair. He wildly looked around, taking in his surroundings. He half expected the representatives of Heaven and Hell to stand around the bed, but there was nothing. Just the peaceful noise of a car driving down the small road next to his flat.
His heart slowed down and he put his hands on Aziraphale’s shoulders. She was slumped over, her now grey wings lifelessly covering the bed.
“A-Aziraphale? My Feather…please wake up? Please, don’t leave me behind.” He started shaking her with more force and then, after what felt like an excruciating long time, she finally took in a loud breath, sitting up with a bewildered expression. They looked at each other and then she burst into tears, expressing her relief.
“My Flame! You- I thought you were no longer existing,” she cried out and Crowley pulled her into a tight embrace. He knew the fear. He had gone through the same.
“I’m here, Angel. We’re okay.” She sniffled and he kept rubbing her back until her crying and sobbing subsided. They stayed like that for a long time, both needing a moment to take in what just happened.
“She talked to me,” Crowley began. Aziraphale sat up a little to listen and suddenly she cried out in horror.
“Your wings!”
Crowley frowned and looked to the side before he yelped.
“What the fuck?! Why are they grey?!” Aziraphale stared at them and turned to her own before gasping, putting a hand over her mouth.
“So are mine! How- what happened?!”
“Did the Almighty talk to you too?” Crowley asked, grabbing her arms to catch her attention. Aziraphale nodded violently and Crowley let out a breath.
“What did She say?” he asked and Aziraphale sat up fully, giving Crowley a wonderful view of her full breasts. Focus, you horny asshole.
“Something about…goodness it’s so vague. I think it was something about…being on-”
“Our own team?” Crowley filled in and Aziraphale gave him an incredulous look.
“Yes! How- did She say the same to you?” Crowley nodded and Aziraphale looked even more baffled than before.
“There was so much grey and then She said something about unique colours and loving everything she created. Something about how we’re…new? Bugger, it gives me a headache thinking about it.” He rubbed his temples with his fingers until he felt a hand on his cheek. Aziraphale looked at him with a whole new amount of love and adoration.
“Crowley…I think I get it. Remember our conversation years ago? About the things being black and white? Maybe there is something to be said for…shades of grey.” Crowley’s eyes widened, the memory coming back to him. How could he forget?
“1941. After you somehow pulled off the magic act where I had to shoot a bullet at you.” Aziraphale chuckled.
“Yes. We decided we were on our own team with our grey vision. And now here we are with beautifully, grey wings. I don’t know about you, but I think…the Almighty actually approves of us.” She wrapped her arms around her neck and pressed a long, loving kiss on his mouth which he half missed by how overwhelmed he was with the new development.
“She told me to do what She wants for all her children…whatever that means,” Crowley says after a while, letting Aziraphale press soft kisses everywhere on his face and neck.
“I think She is just as fond of the Earth and everything around it as we are, my dear.” Crowley studied her, taking in her features before pecking her nose. “Imagine all the things we can do to keep the Earth as it is. Being the true protectors of humanity…”
“Hmmm…how terrible to have God on our side.” Aziraphale giggled and Crowley laughed, grabbing her and flipping them around. With her new wings spread out she was a magnificent sight.
“I love you, Aziraphale,” Crowley whispered.
“And I love you, Crowley.” They shared a kiss before he buried his face in the crook of her neck, simply enjoying her presence and her body against his. He couldn’t be more thankful that they survived whatever happened to them. And most importantly: that he could be with the one and only Angel he ever tolerated in his life. Crowley snapped his fingers, cleaning up their mess once again. It seemed like Aziraphale was finally back to her usual self and he couldn’t be more relieved.
“I did promise Her to never eat chocolate again,” Aziraphale confessed suddenly and Crowley burst out laughing, free and unrestrained. His whole body was shaking and soon Aziraphale joined him. They stayed in bed for a long time, caressing each other's wings and sharing their newfound intimacy in the safe space of Crowley’s bedroom.
And if years later they’re found in a new bedroom with different shades of grey painted on the walls…well, God is not against it. After all, She likes the colour grey…