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Well, is done, is finished. Sorry about the delay, been a very hot (40c+) weekend here, and I have no air conditioning in my computer room.
Many many thanks to the lovely prologi for a great beta-hunt in finding bits I'd missed and helping me clarify a few points. All other errors are my own, and a good example of why I shouldn't write after being up for 30hours dealing with work crap.
Title: Intercourse
Rating: R
Pairings: A/C
Summary: Just sex. Feathers and scales as an added bonus.
C&C most welcome.
Crowley wasn’t exactly into foreplay.
At least not the human kind.
Aziraphale let out a startled ~whomph~ of air as he was slammed against the wall of the book shop, the exhalation greedily captured by the pair of lips that closed over his own. Smiling a little past the startlement, he reached out, curling his fingers in the demons hair for a brief instant before his wrists were grasped and slammed back into the wall, pinned with a force that would have shattered humans bones.
He let his wrists go limp at the impact, fingers dangling down as Crowley pressed against him, tilting his head and aiming for the demon’s throat with teeth that nipped teasingly as he slipped a trouser-clad leg between those clad in black jeans and rubbed teasingly upwards with his thigh.
Crowley ground against him for a moment, then pushed him away, clothes disappearing with a thought, leaving two pale figures - one still wearing sunglasses - caught in a tableau among the books and dust of the room.
Then Crowley moved.
Aziraphale was spun around, braced against the wall as a foot gently knocked his ankles apart, leaving him spread-eagled and balancing on his palms. Claw-tipped hands closed gently over his own for a moment, and he dug his fingers into the plaster as they trailed down his arms to circle his nipples, moaning a little as he felt the demon rub teasingly against him from behind.
Those claws scratched gently down his back, across his buttocks, down his thighs as he twitched, all the way to his feet as the air pressure changed and a snake curled about his feet, sinewy body twining around his legs.
Crowley flickered from snake to demon as he circled the angel's body, supple skin to soft scales trailing around him, ankle to chest, around and around, shifting and changing, warm, human tongue to tickling prongs that made Aziraphale giggle, a cool contrast in the gentle sunlight that filtered through the motes of dust.
Every inch of his body was explored and sampled as the snake slid over his shoulder, nipping lightly down his back, human hands sliding slowly down the backs of his thighs, hisses and soft chuckles intermingling and shifting seamlessly from one to the other. A tail flicked teasingly in his ear as the snake leisurely eased up between his legs, dragging its coiled strength against his crotch with agonising slowness, gradually fading from slitted eyes and scaled elegance to black sunglasses and human form, black wings unfolding with a lazy grace to catch the angel when his knees buckled, a tongue trailing up his torso from groin to throat. Claws raked gently up the inside of his thighs and along his sides to pin his hands against the wall again as Crowley wrapped his wings about them both and pulled their bodies tighter together, body undulating against the other man’s in a deliciously obscene way, forked tongue flicking teasingly at his lips before slowing to a halt, head tilted curiously at the odd expression on the angel's face.
"Ah. Ack. One moment, please." Aziraphale wiggled his hands free for a moment and daintily removed a stray feather from his mouth, sputtering his lips a little to remove any fluffy remnants. Crowley allowed it, loosening the tight grip of his wings as the angel shook out his own, tongue flicking idly at the other man's wrist as long fingers reached up to remove his sunglasses, setting them fussily aside.
The angel turned and looked into demonic yellow eyes, beaming contentedly. "Much better."
Then he grabbed Crowley about the waist and tore through the roof.
Plaster burst from their bodies in a shower as they exploded through the roof, laughter mingling as they surged upwards, two sets of wings railing against gravity, tearing through the sky and punching through the clouds, revelling in the sheer pleasure of flight.
Aziraphale took control, arms tight about the demon's waist as they slowed their pace and swirled ever upwards in a gentle waltz. The earth spanned and spread beneath them with a strange, ethereal beauty when viewed from this high, the air shockingly cold against their naked bodies.
Crowley hissed in a high-pitched whine as small, even teeth drifted teasingly against his left nipple, disappeared, then returned to bite down hard, hands clawing in a frantic flurry at the white wings around them before swinging his hips up and wrapping his legs around the angel's waist. Leaning back, he arched in pleasure as Aziraphale worked his way down his chest, turning and twisting his spine in an impossible way and swinging down to flick a forked tongue against the waiting erection.
The angel squawked and collided with a cloudbank. There were a few confused moments as they tumbled and looped crazily in midair, almost falling, and when they had righted themselves the battle continued, hands tangling in hair, mouths against flesh, half-whispered words and serpentine hisses. It wasn't love. It wasn't lust. It was that wonderful twilight state between, the grey spaces between black and white, the shadowed halls where they'd danced for millennia. It was vicious and gentle. Terrible and wonderful. Part hunt, part play as they stalked each other through the clouds and when the battle was won, it was the angel who dominated, while the demon gave gladly.
Crowley began to burn as Aziraphale rocked inside him, faster and faster. Pain and pleasure mingled and exploded in his mind, blood from bites and scratches smearing both their bodies, chilling and slowing in the frigid air only to flash to steam in the heat between them. Their auras collided and battled as he skater closer and closer to the edge, flaming brighter and brighter, from the inside out, feeling himself change, feeling the darkness leeching from his body. His hands buried deeply into his partner's blonde hair, clutching him tighter and tighter and his head lolled back, exposing the soft flesh of his throat to the angel in wanton abandon, slitted eyes flashing crazily from yellow to green and back again as his wings began to change colour, white seeping in from his shoulders to spread throughout each feather in turn until only the very tips remained black, as if in dipped in ink. The angel gasped as sharp teeth bit into his shoulder, feeling legs wrap around him and pull him impossibly deeper as he thrust, feeling the demon wrapped around him in every possible way, shuddering and straining, his world a maelstrom of feeltouchsmellsweatstrengthwanthavetakegivelovelovelove...
With a strangled scream, Crowley jerked in his arms. His wings snapped out behind him, arching so far back they actually touched, and for a second the entire skeleton of his human form was etched beneath his skin as he hung there, shuddering, before falling backwards, only the angel's grip on his hips holding him in place, arms and wings spread cruciform as the last of the black flicked from his feathers and he blazed with Divine Ecstasy as orgasm took hold, light roaring from every pore of his being.
And in that single, magnificent moment, Aziraphale saw the Angel that Crowley had been.
He was breathtaking.
Aziraphale came with a joy that shook the earth below them.
Spent, they rolled through the air, wings tangled in wings, limbs twined together, angelic blood shuddering against angelic blood, separated only by the thin sheen of mortal skin. Aziraphale could taste sweat under his lips, feel the frantic shuddering of the other man's heart under his cheek, the love of heaven and the brush of darkness swirling comfortingly around him. Slender hands, warm and kind, glowed softly as they gently cradled his head to the other man's chest, cushioning him as they fell through the clouds, stroking along the very top of his wings, holding on as they plunged to the earth, even as the ink seeped back into those white wings and the very air burned around them.
Unknowing and uncaring, they fell together. Through the clouds. Through the sky as it changed gentle hues, the earth spinning and circling hungrily below them, growing ever larger. Locked together, wings wrapped around each other, they plummeted through the atmosphere, postage-stamp sized towns looming larger and larger, past the point of no return.
At the last possible second, two pairs of wings snapped open, halting their descent, silhouetting them for a heartbreaking moment against the sun before dropping them soundlessly into St. James' Park Lake
No one was there to see them. And if they had, they would never remember.
A blonde head broke the surface of the water, water sheening from peaceful features as an angel forgot he didn't need to breathe. Familiar black feathers broke the surface beside him and beat slowly against the water, then wrapped around him as they sank again, a tiny trail of bubbles marking their path.
Crowley didn't do foreplay.
But he did do afterglows.
Note: Well, I ended up going with St, James Park after all. From what I recall last time I was there, the lake is a fairly decent size anyway, and if anyone wants to nitpick physics and impact craters in water volumes, I point you to the lovely paragraph in The Book itself about angels and demons and heads of a pin *
* And then I'll send a pack of mini-Crowleys after you.
Many many thanks to the lovely prologi for a great beta-hunt in finding bits I'd missed and helping me clarify a few points. All other errors are my own, and a good example of why I shouldn't write after being up for 30hours dealing with work crap.
Title: Intercourse
Rating: R
Pairings: A/C
Summary: Just sex. Feathers and scales as an added bonus.
C&C most welcome.
Crowley wasn’t exactly into foreplay.
At least not the human kind.
Aziraphale let out a startled ~whomph~ of air as he was slammed against the wall of the book shop, the exhalation greedily captured by the pair of lips that closed over his own. Smiling a little past the startlement, he reached out, curling his fingers in the demons hair for a brief instant before his wrists were grasped and slammed back into the wall, pinned with a force that would have shattered humans bones.
He let his wrists go limp at the impact, fingers dangling down as Crowley pressed against him, tilting his head and aiming for the demon’s throat with teeth that nipped teasingly as he slipped a trouser-clad leg between those clad in black jeans and rubbed teasingly upwards with his thigh.
Crowley ground against him for a moment, then pushed him away, clothes disappearing with a thought, leaving two pale figures - one still wearing sunglasses - caught in a tableau among the books and dust of the room.
Then Crowley moved.
Aziraphale was spun around, braced against the wall as a foot gently knocked his ankles apart, leaving him spread-eagled and balancing on his palms. Claw-tipped hands closed gently over his own for a moment, and he dug his fingers into the plaster as they trailed down his arms to circle his nipples, moaning a little as he felt the demon rub teasingly against him from behind.
Those claws scratched gently down his back, across his buttocks, down his thighs as he twitched, all the way to his feet as the air pressure changed and a snake curled about his feet, sinewy body twining around his legs.
Crowley flickered from snake to demon as he circled the angel's body, supple skin to soft scales trailing around him, ankle to chest, around and around, shifting and changing, warm, human tongue to tickling prongs that made Aziraphale giggle, a cool contrast in the gentle sunlight that filtered through the motes of dust.
Every inch of his body was explored and sampled as the snake slid over his shoulder, nipping lightly down his back, human hands sliding slowly down the backs of his thighs, hisses and soft chuckles intermingling and shifting seamlessly from one to the other. A tail flicked teasingly in his ear as the snake leisurely eased up between his legs, dragging its coiled strength against his crotch with agonising slowness, gradually fading from slitted eyes and scaled elegance to black sunglasses and human form, black wings unfolding with a lazy grace to catch the angel when his knees buckled, a tongue trailing up his torso from groin to throat. Claws raked gently up the inside of his thighs and along his sides to pin his hands against the wall again as Crowley wrapped his wings about them both and pulled their bodies tighter together, body undulating against the other man’s in a deliciously obscene way, forked tongue flicking teasingly at his lips before slowing to a halt, head tilted curiously at the odd expression on the angel's face.
"Ah. Ack. One moment, please." Aziraphale wiggled his hands free for a moment and daintily removed a stray feather from his mouth, sputtering his lips a little to remove any fluffy remnants. Crowley allowed it, loosening the tight grip of his wings as the angel shook out his own, tongue flicking idly at the other man's wrist as long fingers reached up to remove his sunglasses, setting them fussily aside.
The angel turned and looked into demonic yellow eyes, beaming contentedly. "Much better."
Then he grabbed Crowley about the waist and tore through the roof.
Plaster burst from their bodies in a shower as they exploded through the roof, laughter mingling as they surged upwards, two sets of wings railing against gravity, tearing through the sky and punching through the clouds, revelling in the sheer pleasure of flight.
Aziraphale took control, arms tight about the demon's waist as they slowed their pace and swirled ever upwards in a gentle waltz. The earth spanned and spread beneath them with a strange, ethereal beauty when viewed from this high, the air shockingly cold against their naked bodies.
Crowley hissed in a high-pitched whine as small, even teeth drifted teasingly against his left nipple, disappeared, then returned to bite down hard, hands clawing in a frantic flurry at the white wings around them before swinging his hips up and wrapping his legs around the angel's waist. Leaning back, he arched in pleasure as Aziraphale worked his way down his chest, turning and twisting his spine in an impossible way and swinging down to flick a forked tongue against the waiting erection.
The angel squawked and collided with a cloudbank. There were a few confused moments as they tumbled and looped crazily in midair, almost falling, and when they had righted themselves the battle continued, hands tangling in hair, mouths against flesh, half-whispered words and serpentine hisses. It wasn't love. It wasn't lust. It was that wonderful twilight state between, the grey spaces between black and white, the shadowed halls where they'd danced for millennia. It was vicious and gentle. Terrible and wonderful. Part hunt, part play as they stalked each other through the clouds and when the battle was won, it was the angel who dominated, while the demon gave gladly.
Crowley began to burn as Aziraphale rocked inside him, faster and faster. Pain and pleasure mingled and exploded in his mind, blood from bites and scratches smearing both their bodies, chilling and slowing in the frigid air only to flash to steam in the heat between them. Their auras collided and battled as he skater closer and closer to the edge, flaming brighter and brighter, from the inside out, feeling himself change, feeling the darkness leeching from his body. His hands buried deeply into his partner's blonde hair, clutching him tighter and tighter and his head lolled back, exposing the soft flesh of his throat to the angel in wanton abandon, slitted eyes flashing crazily from yellow to green and back again as his wings began to change colour, white seeping in from his shoulders to spread throughout each feather in turn until only the very tips remained black, as if in dipped in ink. The angel gasped as sharp teeth bit into his shoulder, feeling legs wrap around him and pull him impossibly deeper as he thrust, feeling the demon wrapped around him in every possible way, shuddering and straining, his world a maelstrom of feeltouchsmellsweatstrengthwanthavetakegivelovelovelove...
With a strangled scream, Crowley jerked in his arms. His wings snapped out behind him, arching so far back they actually touched, and for a second the entire skeleton of his human form was etched beneath his skin as he hung there, shuddering, before falling backwards, only the angel's grip on his hips holding him in place, arms and wings spread cruciform as the last of the black flicked from his feathers and he blazed with Divine Ecstasy as orgasm took hold, light roaring from every pore of his being.
And in that single, magnificent moment, Aziraphale saw the Angel that Crowley had been.
He was breathtaking.
Aziraphale came with a joy that shook the earth below them.
Spent, they rolled through the air, wings tangled in wings, limbs twined together, angelic blood shuddering against angelic blood, separated only by the thin sheen of mortal skin. Aziraphale could taste sweat under his lips, feel the frantic shuddering of the other man's heart under his cheek, the love of heaven and the brush of darkness swirling comfortingly around him. Slender hands, warm and kind, glowed softly as they gently cradled his head to the other man's chest, cushioning him as they fell through the clouds, stroking along the very top of his wings, holding on as they plunged to the earth, even as the ink seeped back into those white wings and the very air burned around them.
Unknowing and uncaring, they fell together. Through the clouds. Through the sky as it changed gentle hues, the earth spinning and circling hungrily below them, growing ever larger. Locked together, wings wrapped around each other, they plummeted through the atmosphere, postage-stamp sized towns looming larger and larger, past the point of no return.
At the last possible second, two pairs of wings snapped open, halting their descent, silhouetting them for a heartbreaking moment against the sun before dropping them soundlessly into St. James' Park Lake
No one was there to see them. And if they had, they would never remember.
A blonde head broke the surface of the water, water sheening from peaceful features as an angel forgot he didn't need to breathe. Familiar black feathers broke the surface beside him and beat slowly against the water, then wrapped around him as they sank again, a tiny trail of bubbles marking their path.
Crowley didn't do foreplay.
But he did do afterglows.
Note: Well, I ended up going with St, James Park after all. From what I recall last time I was there, the lake is a fairly decent size anyway, and if anyone wants to nitpick physics and impact craters in water volumes, I point you to the lovely paragraph in The Book itself about angels and demons and heads of a pin *
* And then I'll send a pack of mini-Crowleys after you.