Wings | Good Omens Fanfic | Ineffable Husbands | Crowley X Aziraphale

Chapter One: The Question

"Angel, how many sets of wings do you have?"

It was a simple question, yet it caught Aziraphale off badly.

"What?" The Angel replied, putting his book down.

"How many sets of wings do you have?" Crowley asked the question again, looking up from his phone.

"Um.. I have one pair.. like you, dear boy." Zira was lying.

"Don't lie. I'll list off numbers. And depending on your reaction I will know." Crowley's full attention was now only on the angel in front of him, "2." No reaction, "3." Aziraphale's face lit up like a child's on Christmas.

"Shut up." Crowley's mouth was wide open, "You have three pairs?!" He was surprised,

"Well.. yes.. you know how humans depicted biblically accurate angels? Well.. they weren't far off." Aziraphale rubbed his neck.

"YOUR A BLOODY ARCHANGEL?!" The demon was literally dying. Crowley could not believe that the angel he had spent 6000 years with is an Archangel. And he's now just finding that out?

"Well.. yes.. I am. But I'm a more minor one. I slip past a lot.. so it's how I met you. I mean, I was still on gate duty.. but.."

"I STILL CANT BELIEVE YOUR AN ARCHANGEL. OH I OWE ANATHEMA SO MUCH MONEY."

Aziraphale looked at Crowley like he was insane, "You both were betting on my ranking as an Angel?" He said it in a slightly offended tone.

Crowley sat up quickly, "No, No, No, No, No! We were betting on how many wings you had. But then she put in 'you owe me more if he's an archangel'." Then he realized, "Oh.. that kind of is betting on your ranking."

  A chuckle left Zira, "Dear boy, I love you. So much." Aziraphale's wings were showing now, he must've don't that subconsciously.

  Crowley gasped, "Zira.." He whispered as he stood up and walked over. There were multiple eyes on his wings, "Your.. gorgeous."

  Aziraphale's main eyes closed with embarrassment. He was beet red, "Thank you.. Crowley." The Angel sat up straight letting his wings breathe. The many eyes on the archangel's wings looked at Crowley with admiration in them.

  Crowley took his sunglasses off, "I love you so much.." The snake slithered onto Aziraphale's lap and snaked his arms around his lover's neck.

  Aziraphale protectively wrapped his arms around Crowley's waist, mostly so the other wouldn't fall off. But here they were, Aziraphale's face nestled in Crowley's neck as Crowley brushed his fingers through the feathers of the archangel. Being careful of the eyes on them. The demon knew how sensitive wings were, hell he has his own. But here he was, basically turning Aziraphale on by touching them.

  But this was a lesson of touch, the demon tenderly put the hand he wasn't using on the base of the archangel's neck. Lovingly rubbing circles into it, murmuring phrases of love.

  Was this how life was going to be from now on? If so Aziraphale wouldn't want it any other way, he loved the attention he was getting. He wanted Crowley to ravish him. But he couldn't admit it for the fear of falling.. he'd be caught by this snake if he did fall. If he ever did fall he knew he'd be in good hands. A soft moan left Aziraphale's lips. This caught both members off guard.

  "Did you just-"

  "Yes..? That's the first time I've done that."

  "Damn. It was hot."

  Crowley went back to doing what he was doing and tried his best to ignore what was beneath him. Aziraphale's grip grew tighter, he was clingier now, more vulnerable. A few of the eyes on the wings closed up from how the body their connected to felt. Crowley's internal thoughts were going wild.

  "Are we hurting him? Does he like this? Should I stop? Should I mention how hard he's getting? Should I end this now and go home?"

  These were some of the many things he was thinking, but he couldn't just leave this gorgeous creature pent up like this. I mean, Zira could just miracle himself back to normal.. but.. that would just mean he wouldn't get to experience what the demon experiences. That's when Crowley plucked a feather by accident, a yelp of surprise came from Aziraphale's lips.

  "B-Be gentle, dear!" He said as his voice broke. He wasn't mad for the feather, in fact it felt.. nice? Was it one of the ones that needed to be preened? Had he ever been preened before?

  "Jeez, Angel. Your wings are incredibly unkempt. Have you ever thought to even preen them?" Crowley scolded as he pulled loose feathers out, the feathers that needed to be pulled.

  "No.. sorry, dear."

  "It's alright.. I'll do it for you Angel."

  "Thank you, Crowley.. you really don't have to."

  "I want to, Angel."