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Title: The Twelve Days of Christmas
By: musegaarid & _serpensortia
Rating: R
Summary: On the fifth day of Christmas, an angel gave to me, some advice most legally...
Notes: The fifth part of our twelve part holiday ficlet. Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four.
Sightless green eyes looked in the direction of blank lenses.
"I always thought that whole 'Justice is blind' thing was a metaphor," Crowley blurted out.
"It is," replied Raguel calmly. "It's also true."
"Huh."
Way to kill the mood… the demon thought, but it had been something of a shock to walk into the modest office lined with tidy books and find a blind archangel. But he could surely still seduce someone without them actually seeing him. He just needed to adjust his methods slightly.
"So you're a solicitor?" he asked, modulating his voice so that it was deeper and softer.
Raguel smiled. "A defense attorney. I protect the innocent in court."
Crowley snorted from the depths of his comfortable chair. "You must not get many clients."
"You'd be surprised." The angel rose and walked easily around his desk, loosening his necktie. "There are levels of guilt."
"What does that matter?" Crowley shrugged. "Guilt means we get them."
"Not necessarily. Guilt was designed so that people would know when what they've done is wrong. It's simply a trigger for repentance. Some can and do choose to ignore that, but not all do." By the time he'd stopped speaking, Raguel was standing directly behind Crowley's chair. "And some of them need some sort of appropriate punishment before they're ready to repent."
"That's coercion," Crowley began to argue before his glasses were swiftly pulled off and a silk necktie dropped over his eyes, tightening in the back. "What the fuck?!"
He brought his hands up, but they were caught and held.
"Justice is blind. If you wish to understand, so must you be." Raguel's tone and grip were unyielding, but the kiss on the top of Crowley's head was gentle. Crowley stopped struggling.
"But, I don't, I mean, what am I…?"
"Silence, demon." Raguel waited until Crowley complied before releasing the demon's hands and trailing his own down Crowley's chest.
Unable to see, it took some time before Crowley realized that the angel wasn't just caressing him, but slowly unbuttoning his shirt and parting the fabric. The office air was cool against his bare, heated skin and he shivered when those warm hands were removed entirely.
Making the beginnings of a noise of protest, the demon was cut off by a low warning sound from Raguel, so he fell still and waited, feeling uncertain, helpless, and utterly turned on. Especially when a minute or so later, something soft trailed across the sensitive skin of Crowley's throat.
"Ngk."
It wasn't Raguel's hand, and it wasn't a handkerchief and Crowley couldn't figure out what else it could be, although the sensations it engendered were delicious. The object drifted across his chest and abdomen randomly, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Crowley's skin felt hypersensitive, hot and cold. When it was taken away, he craved it desperately and when it was on him, he had to struggle to keep his dignity by not moaning or leaning forward for more contact. He wasn't always successful.
Eventually, the demon realized that while the blindfold certainly made things more spontaneous - he had no idea where Raguel was at any given time, nor what he would do next - it had a rather pleasant side effect. It was a cliché that taking away one sense would heighten the others, but in this case it was cliché for a reason. At some point, Crowley discovered that under his own ragged breathing, he could hear Raguel's deep, steady breaths, along with the rustle of cloth when he moved. The room smelled of books, but not like at Aziraphale's shop. Much cleaner. These were books to be used, not savoured. He could also smell wood polish and coffee, and something else yet; something fresh and pristine that had to emanate from the angel.
The angel who was currently undoing his zip.
It happened as slowly as his shirtcloth had been opened, which felt like the movement of tectonic plates in the demon's excited state, but made him feel far more exposed. Crowley wasn't wearing any underpants, so his rather impressive erection was suddenly fully visible to the world. Only Raguel couldn't see it, could he? Which meant he had to…
Crowley's head thumped against the back of his chair as the angel wrapped a hand around his cock. There was a low rumble, like Raguel was chuckling, but the demon didn't care. As tight and keyed up as he was, it would only take a few strokes to get him to completion. That warm hand was sliding up and down his shaft with expert precision and the pressure was building when there was a sudden harsh buzz and a female voice coming from the speakerphone on Raguel's desk.
"Mr. Guel," she pronounced it 'jewel', "your three-fifteen appointment is here."
"Thank you, Maddie. Give me two minutes and send him in."
Crowley made a choking noise as the tie was removed from his eyes just as swiftly as it had been placed there and knotted back around Raguel's throat. Raguel fastened all of Crowley's buttons as he lay motionless in the chair and finished by placing the sunglasses back on his nose.
"I'm sorry, Crowley. Maybe next time." He handed the demon a long, gleaming white feather that smelled both of Heaven and the demon's skin. "Remember, justice is blind, but that doesn't mean it cannot see."
Gently pushed out the door, Crowley stumbled to his car and laid his fevered cheek against the cool window.
"Motherfucker…"
By: musegaarid & _serpensortia
Rating: R
Summary: On the fifth day of Christmas, an angel gave to me, some advice most legally...
Notes: The fifth part of our twelve part holiday ficlet. Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four.
Sightless green eyes looked in the direction of blank lenses.
"I always thought that whole 'Justice is blind' thing was a metaphor," Crowley blurted out.
"It is," replied Raguel calmly. "It's also true."
"Huh."
Way to kill the mood… the demon thought, but it had been something of a shock to walk into the modest office lined with tidy books and find a blind archangel. But he could surely still seduce someone without them actually seeing him. He just needed to adjust his methods slightly.
"So you're a solicitor?" he asked, modulating his voice so that it was deeper and softer.
Raguel smiled. "A defense attorney. I protect the innocent in court."
Crowley snorted from the depths of his comfortable chair. "You must not get many clients."
"You'd be surprised." The angel rose and walked easily around his desk, loosening his necktie. "There are levels of guilt."
"What does that matter?" Crowley shrugged. "Guilt means we get them."
"Not necessarily. Guilt was designed so that people would know when what they've done is wrong. It's simply a trigger for repentance. Some can and do choose to ignore that, but not all do." By the time he'd stopped speaking, Raguel was standing directly behind Crowley's chair. "And some of them need some sort of appropriate punishment before they're ready to repent."
"That's coercion," Crowley began to argue before his glasses were swiftly pulled off and a silk necktie dropped over his eyes, tightening in the back. "What the fuck?!"
He brought his hands up, but they were caught and held.
"Justice is blind. If you wish to understand, so must you be." Raguel's tone and grip were unyielding, but the kiss on the top of Crowley's head was gentle. Crowley stopped struggling.
"But, I don't, I mean, what am I…?"
"Silence, demon." Raguel waited until Crowley complied before releasing the demon's hands and trailing his own down Crowley's chest.
Unable to see, it took some time before Crowley realized that the angel wasn't just caressing him, but slowly unbuttoning his shirt and parting the fabric. The office air was cool against his bare, heated skin and he shivered when those warm hands were removed entirely.
Making the beginnings of a noise of protest, the demon was cut off by a low warning sound from Raguel, so he fell still and waited, feeling uncertain, helpless, and utterly turned on. Especially when a minute or so later, something soft trailed across the sensitive skin of Crowley's throat.
"Ngk."
It wasn't Raguel's hand, and it wasn't a handkerchief and Crowley couldn't figure out what else it could be, although the sensations it engendered were delicious. The object drifted across his chest and abdomen randomly, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Crowley's skin felt hypersensitive, hot and cold. When it was taken away, he craved it desperately and when it was on him, he had to struggle to keep his dignity by not moaning or leaning forward for more contact. He wasn't always successful.
Eventually, the demon realized that while the blindfold certainly made things more spontaneous - he had no idea where Raguel was at any given time, nor what he would do next - it had a rather pleasant side effect. It was a cliché that taking away one sense would heighten the others, but in this case it was cliché for a reason. At some point, Crowley discovered that under his own ragged breathing, he could hear Raguel's deep, steady breaths, along with the rustle of cloth when he moved. The room smelled of books, but not like at Aziraphale's shop. Much cleaner. These were books to be used, not savoured. He could also smell wood polish and coffee, and something else yet; something fresh and pristine that had to emanate from the angel.
The angel who was currently undoing his zip.
It happened as slowly as his shirtcloth had been opened, which felt like the movement of tectonic plates in the demon's excited state, but made him feel far more exposed. Crowley wasn't wearing any underpants, so his rather impressive erection was suddenly fully visible to the world. Only Raguel couldn't see it, could he? Which meant he had to…
Crowley's head thumped against the back of his chair as the angel wrapped a hand around his cock. There was a low rumble, like Raguel was chuckling, but the demon didn't care. As tight and keyed up as he was, it would only take a few strokes to get him to completion. That warm hand was sliding up and down his shaft with expert precision and the pressure was building when there was a sudden harsh buzz and a female voice coming from the speakerphone on Raguel's desk.
"Mr. Guel," she pronounced it 'jewel', "your three-fifteen appointment is here."
"Thank you, Maddie. Give me two minutes and send him in."
Crowley made a choking noise as the tie was removed from his eyes just as swiftly as it had been placed there and knotted back around Raguel's throat. Raguel fastened all of Crowley's buttons as he lay motionless in the chair and finished by placing the sunglasses back on his nose.
"I'm sorry, Crowley. Maybe next time." He handed the demon a long, gleaming white feather that smelled both of Heaven and the demon's skin. "Remember, justice is blind, but that doesn't mean it cannot see."
Gently pushed out the door, Crowley stumbled to his car and laid his fevered cheek against the cool window.
"Motherfucker…"