Good Omens mini!FilllilapaddyJanuary 14 2011, 05:49:54 UTC
A/N: It's been ages since I read Good Omens, much as I love it. I also can't write Crowley without slashing A/C a lil' bit. Also, as a 21-year-old, I'm a little upset that "young" only means 18-20! *weeps for lost youth* Anyway, apologies in advance.
Crowley and Aziraphale were really there for the same reason, much as Aziraphale wouldn't admit it. "You're as much about tempting as me, but with different aims," Crowley muttered. "'Sides, you could age down a bit, you know. You weren't half-bad looking in Greece." The Greece he was referring to, of course, was some two thousand years gone. Aziraphale raised a bemused eyebrow.
"You've been eying the tall brunette all night," he said casually. "I'm not offended. Go forth and tempt."
Crowley downed the last of his pint and wiped his hands on his black jeans, which fit him like a second skin (and perhaps actually were). Aziraphale chuckled and grabbed his coat, bidding him goodnight as Crowley stalked toward the pale, nervous-looking youth, looking out of place in his long coat and cuffed shirt.
"First time?" Crowley asked, smelling that it was. "At the pub, I mean."
"No," the young man said defensively, putting on an air of snobby detachment. "Hardly."
"Well, aren't you the coolest," Crowley grinned, baring his teeth. "What's your fancy, then?"
"You... you don't even want to know my name?" asked the young man, smiling back wickedly. Perfect, thought Crowley. This would be easy.
Crowley shrugged nonchalantly. "If you want to give me one, you're welcome to. I don't much care either way, with a mouth like yours." He trailed a finger over the young man's lips.
"It's Sherlock," the youth said, eyes fluttering closed for a half-second as Crowley leaned closer.
"Really?" Crowley said with renewed interest. So they were in that universe this century, hmm? "What do you do for a living?"
"I'm at university," he said. "But I'm going to leave, it's rubbish." Crowley nodded.
"Probably have some better idea of how to use your... unique talents, eh?" He winked, as though they were sharing a private joke. Sherlock looked confused for a moment, then quickly suppressed it.
"Well, yes," he answered. "Look, um, are we going to leave together, or...?"
Crowley smirked and snagged a cherry from behind the bar, sucking at it thoughtfully before replying.
"My brother knows how to tie a knot in those stems," Sherlock offered, boyish interest in the movements of Crowley's tongue giving way to adult fascination with what it was really doing. Crowley pulled out the intact stem and showed it to him: it was tied to resemble a pair of handcuffs. Sherlock's breath caught audibly in his throat. He tried vainly to clear it.
"We certainly could, in reply to your question," Crowley said smoothly, grabbing Sherlock by the shoulder and leading him out of the back entrance. "Or we could have it off right here." Sherlock swallowed and Crowley laughed aloud, kissing the young man hard enough to bruise his gums.
"That... that will do fine," Sherlock gasped, as Crowley kneeled on the alley cobblestones.
Re: Good Omens mini!Fill (2/2)lilapaddyJanuary 14 2011, 05:55:20 UTC
Before long, Sherlock's hands had wrapped in Crowley's gel-stiffened hair and forced him forward still. Crowley's forked tongue flicked over the head of his cock, and Sherlock fell forward, shuddering.
"Please," he huffed into the brisk night air. "Christ."
Crowley pulled away. "What is it you want, Mr. Holmes?" he asked, bemusement creeping into his voice as he caught the blue eyes staring piercingly at him. "Something I can do for you?"
"Ehm, finish?" Sherlock said hesitantly, nevertheless maintaining that imperious manner, as if he couldn't help himself.
"Very well," Crowley answered sweetly, head hovering over Sherlock's straining, still slick erection. Sherlock shuddered again openly. "And I get something in return." It wasn't a question, though Sherlock nodded in silent agreement. "After I'm finished, you let me fuck you."
Sherlock trembled wordlessly for a few moments, struggling to keep control. Finally, he opened his mouth to answer. "It's for science," he said weakly.
Re: Good Omens mini!Fill (2/2)lilapaddyJanuary 14 2011, 20:27:11 UTC
oh. oh my ... hell, I don't know who. the problem about being an atheist is that you don't have anybody to call to in the throes of ecstasy.
you, madam, are freakin' awesome. Crowley tying the cherry stem in the shape of handcuffs with his tongue and Sherlock's 'It's for science!' and you even managed to get in Aziraphale and and and ... guh. I don't even have words. this was perfect.
and guess what? now I'm thinking about a Crowley/Sherlock/Aziraphale threesome ...
Re: Good Omens mini!Fill (2/2)lilapaddyFebruary 10 2011, 18:03:46 UTC
Snap! Good eye. I just had Crowley recognize him because he and Aziraphale were around when Sherlock Holmes 1.0 were around, and in this cracky crossover universe, this Sherlock has no idea there was ever a Victorian Holmes.
Crowley and Aziraphale were really there for the same reason, much as Aziraphale wouldn't admit it. "You're as much about tempting as me, but with different aims," Crowley muttered. "'Sides, you could age down a bit, you know. You weren't half-bad looking in Greece." The Greece he was referring to, of course, was some two thousand years gone. Aziraphale raised a bemused eyebrow.
"You've been eying the tall brunette all night," he said casually. "I'm not offended. Go forth and tempt."
Crowley downed the last of his pint and wiped his hands on his black jeans, which fit him like a second skin (and perhaps actually were). Aziraphale chuckled and grabbed his coat, bidding him goodnight as Crowley stalked toward the pale, nervous-looking youth, looking out of place in his long coat and cuffed shirt.
"First time?" Crowley asked, smelling that it was. "At the pub, I mean."
"No," the young man said defensively, putting on an air of snobby detachment. "Hardly."
"Well, aren't you the coolest," Crowley grinned, baring his teeth. "What's your fancy, then?"
"You... you don't even want to know my name?" asked the young man, smiling back wickedly. Perfect, thought Crowley. This would be easy.
Crowley shrugged nonchalantly. "If you want to give me one, you're welcome to. I don't much care either way, with a mouth like yours." He trailed a finger over the young man's lips.
"It's Sherlock," the youth said, eyes fluttering closed for a half-second as Crowley leaned closer.
"Really?" Crowley said with renewed interest. So they were in that universe this century, hmm? "What do you do for a living?"
"I'm at university," he said. "But I'm going to leave, it's rubbish." Crowley nodded.
"Probably have some better idea of how to use your... unique talents, eh?" He winked, as though they were sharing a private joke. Sherlock looked confused for a moment, then quickly suppressed it.
"Well, yes," he answered. "Look, um, are we going to leave together, or...?"
Crowley smirked and snagged a cherry from behind the bar, sucking at it thoughtfully before replying.
"My brother knows how to tie a knot in those stems," Sherlock offered, boyish interest in the movements of Crowley's tongue giving way to adult fascination with what it was really doing. Crowley pulled out the intact stem and showed it to him: it was tied to resemble a pair of handcuffs. Sherlock's breath caught audibly in his throat. He tried vainly to clear it.
"We certainly could, in reply to your question," Crowley said smoothly, grabbing Sherlock by the shoulder and leading him out of the back entrance. "Or we could have it off right here." Sherlock swallowed and Crowley laughed aloud, kissing the young man hard enough to bruise his gums.
"That... that will do fine," Sherlock gasped, as Crowley kneeled on the alley cobblestones.
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"Please," he huffed into the brisk night air. "Christ."
Crowley pulled away. "What is it you want, Mr. Holmes?" he asked, bemusement creeping into his voice as he caught the blue eyes staring piercingly at him. "Something I can do for you?"
"Ehm, finish?" Sherlock said hesitantly, nevertheless maintaining that imperious manner, as if he couldn't help himself.
"Very well," Crowley answered sweetly, head hovering over Sherlock's straining, still slick erection. Sherlock shuddered again openly. "And I get something in return." It wasn't a question, though Sherlock nodded in silent agreement. "After I'm finished, you let me fuck you."
Sherlock trembled wordlessly for a few moments, struggling to keep control. Finally, he opened his mouth to answer. "It's for science," he said weakly.
"Of course," Crowley said, and bent his head.
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oh my ... hell, I don't know who. the problem about being an atheist is that you don't have anybody to call to in the throes of ecstasy.
you, madam, are freakin' awesome. Crowley tying the cherry stem in the shape of handcuffs with his tongue and Sherlock's 'It's for science!' and you even managed to get in Aziraphale and and and ...
guh. I don't even have words. this was perfect.
and guess what? now I'm thinking about a Crowley/Sherlock/Aziraphale threesome ...
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i'll be in my bunk
mycroft says: extrub firm. clearly, he agrees.
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