The Known/Unknown Quantity

Chapter 78: The Gate Swings Wide

Chapter 78: The Gate Swings Wide

More things came out of the memories of All Soul's Day.

This conversation must have been repeated a thousand time:

"Angel, you'll never know how much it means that you allow me to place myself in here," touching the edge of his mouth.

"Dear sweet Anthony! It's a solemn duty for me!" He took in the demon's finger, let him caress his parting lips with his thumb. "I crave your phallus in my mouth! It is a sacred act, and I pray every day to be allowed to do it....."

The angel's attentions become utterly focused, desperate even, devouring Crowley with a furious devotion. As if this appendage cradled in his mouth was the most precious thing in the world and his soul reason for being was to give it complete and absolute release.

Crowley's body jerked along with his pounding heart. Through squinting, dancing eyes, and gritted teeth, he read and reread the note as Aziraphale brought him closer and closer to climax.

"I have been sssssoooooo wwwrrrrroonnng," he hissed low and long, as Aziraphale swallowed him whole, worked him as if his life depended on it. The demon's shaky hand turned the note over and sat it on the throne's arm rest. He pounded it hard with his fist. "So wrong!"

He looked down at the angel, who looked back under hooded, dilated, focused eyes. He told him, as the angel shook his body on and on," You have known what this means to me. You've known all along!"

Oh God! So close, so close! The heat and wetness of the angel's caressing throat began pulling the something out of him. Crowley threw his head back, ready to cry out—

--Instead, he jerked both his hands to the angel's chin, and every so tenderly pushed him back. And as the meditating angel slowly registered what was happening, he looked up, the throbbing erection falling out of his mouth, and heard Crowley shout out:

"Stop! Agape! AGAPE!"

Crowley bit his lips, shaking violently. Trying to hold back, hold on, but the shaft between his legs was screaming its all-encompassing existence to him. He looked down at the angel, who was waiting with a distant, confused look on his face.

His shiny lips must be numb. He had to work them a little to ask," What's wrong? What's the matter?"

Crowley had to speak thru gritted teeth. "Nnnnnnothiiinggg. But IIIIIII ccccannn'tttt lettt you doooo thisssss alllooooneee."

The angel's forehead summersaulted, though the rest of his face never moved. "I don't understand. Am I hurting you?"

"NNNNnnnnnnnneeeeevvvvvaaaaaa!!!!" Crowley coiled and sprang into his face. "Weee wwwwillll ffffiinnnniiisshhhh tttoggetherrrrr."

The angel let himself be pushed backwards a bit. "You want me in your mouth?"

"EEEEESSSSSSSSSsssssssssssss!!!!!!" Crowley's nose rubbed against his, his huge flaming eyes asking the question.

"Yes, my Lord, if that's your wish."

Crowley leaned further in, and reached around to the bindings, but the entranced angel laid his head against him arm.

"No," he whispered. "Leave those."

A low growl.

"I can take the strain, sweet boy. I can."

Those mesmerizing eyes glittered to him.

"I can."

The demon vocal cords boiled like a steaming teapot. Shakily he snapped his fingers, and something soft but firm took the weight of the angel's body below and between his limbs, taking some of that strain as he was pushed further back.

"I'll take this concession," the angel heaved, as his wrists and ankles were slightly released from the strain as pillows took the pull of changing positions. Only his knees took the brunt of his weight as they splayed out, while his feet and hands pulled higher up his spine and near the small of his back. His head fell back as he was bowed backwards by Crowley laying on top of him, petting his head, kissing his neck.

Now readjusted, the extra weight of the demon could be endured, but with it came back the original constriction. The center of the angel's body screamed pain and restraint, his limbs shook with the binds, his chest tightened. But the demon hissed," Allllrrriiiigghhhtt?"

Tears poured out of the angel's eyes. He enveloped the pain. "Yes, love, oh yes!"

Crowley raised up on his arm, and did something the angel could not see. He did the most fantastic somersault, levitating his body into the air on one arm, then falling back in the opposite direction. He spun himself around so fast, like a nubile dancer, without landing any weight on the angel until his groin introduced itself back into his face. All of a sudden Crowley's shaft pressed into his hungry mouth, and he caught it, and swallowed it back like a bear with a freshly caught salmon.

The pain and constriction grew heavier as Crowley carefully returned his slight weight to the angel's chest. He readjusted as he felt Aziraphale struggle into a position for easier breath and stability, and when he found it, Crowley lunged into his wide-open lap, and sucked him down.

The angel's penis pulsed, throbbed, as a hot compression instantly brought him to the edge. He moaned, amazed at how close he had been. At how close he was becoming—

Dear God, I can't hold on! His eyes locked onto Crowley's as they struggled to pump each other to climax. And neither can you, my sweet Lord.

It didn't take long for the world to electrify within and without. The hot liquid shuttered out of them both, seemingly setting fire to everything in its wake. Nerve endings screamed, compression and suction egged them on, and there was one unified frantic and final burst--

--And then the gate was opened, and the demon and the angel woke up bewildered, and clothed, laying in opposite directions beside each other atop a rolling hill.