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

Chapter Two: The Unnegotiable Job

  Ziraphale looked over the file and looked up at the other, "I can not do this."

  "But you must. You don't have a say in it." Gabriel had a forced smile on his face, it made Zira's blood boil. Or whatever ran through his veins.

  "Fine."

-

  "Allow me to introduce who will be helping us today. Our little helper from upstairs." Lord Beelzebub looked like they wanted to die. That was normal, Crowley had to be there. Mandatory, as it was called.

  Aziraphale stood off to the side, his hands neatly folded in front of him. Lord Beelzebub had an entire speech about dishonest demons making relationships with mortals. The archangel winced when he saw the tub that was once full of holy water he was in as Crowley.

  Speaking of Crowley, he had his eyes trained on Aziraphale from the time he walked into the meeting area. Concern laced his eyes, thankfully he had shades. Then Beelzebub called Zira over,

  "Sniff out those who have had.. intercourse with humans. It should be easy since they smell retched."

  It was in fact, not easy. The stench from these demons were overloading his nose. Aziraphale closed his eyes and let his wings take over, looking out through the eyes on them. They had more accurate ways to pinpoint things.

  "One.. no three in the first row. All on the right. Two in the second row, one in the middle the other on the left. One in the third on the right. Four in the fourth row all next to each other. And one in the last row. In the middle." Aziraphale opened his eyes and his wings retreated. To find out that the demons he called out were pinned down in front of the five rows.

  Beelzebub thanked him through gritted teeth and he left. The entire group of demons left too.

-

  Zira was sitting on the edge of his barely used bed with his wings out. He didn't have his coat on and he was just sitting there. Staring at the floor. Crowley came in and noticed the face he had. His archangel was regretting his choices.

  So he sat down next to him, "Angel." He poked at Aziraphale, "Angel!" He poked again, "Ziraphale!" That caught his attention,

  "Yes, dear boy.. when did you get here?"

  "A few minutes ago, are you okay?" Crowley was genuinely concerned. His tongue stuck out like how he did it when he was a snake, he smelled the scent of repressed anger.

  It wasn't coming from him.

  "Zira.." The snake put a hand square between the angel's shoulder blades. The archangel looked over at him, "Let it out. Come on. I'll be fine."

  "Are.. are you sure?"

  "Definitely."

  "I don't understand why Gabriel and the others expect so highly of me. It's not like they ever give me any good things to do, the only good thing I was given was gate duty. Then I met you and things got better for a while until Gabriel brought up my failures. I hate him so much, You know I think he was the one who pushed Raphael.

  For heavens sake no one even knows what happens to an archangel when they fall. I mean, Raphael did, but I doubt someone would be able to find him. There are thousands of demons.

  It's stupid! My dear boy, I genuinely appreciate you. I don't tell you that enough. And I'm sorry for keeping it secret that I wasn't a normal ranked Angel for 6000 years. I just didn't know how you'd react if I told you. And I can't keep bottling things up, but I can't help it!"

  That. Was a lot to unpack. But it was just a quarter of it, Aziraphale wouldn't burden Crowley with all of it at once.

The demon took his sunglasses off and pushed Aziraphale back. While doing this the angel's wings retreated back, "Damn. Okay. None of that matters, Angel. Screw the hierarchy of Heaven. I'm here, aren't I?"

Crowley had a secret of his own too, but he wasn't sure if he could share it until Aziraphale calms down and tells him the rest of his issues. Crowley kissed Aziraphale, lovingly. What wasn't necessarily surprising was the fact Zira kissed back. The Angel tangled one of his hands into the demon's hair, which instigated Crowley pushing his nails into Aziraphale's thigh.

  A shocked groan left the angel. This is where Crowley took his opening, pushing his split tongue into the other's mouth. He could smell everything in there, but he wasn't going to focus on that. But Crowley did note that Aziraphale took amazing care of his teeth, body in general. Zira wrapped his legs around Crowley's waist in an attempt to get closer to him.

  He was begging the demon to be closer to him. That's all he wanted. And the demon obliged. The two were basically pushed into the incredibly soft mattress Aziraphale had. Small breathy moans left the archangel, it was nice to hear. Crowley pushed back suddenly,

  "I'm not hurting you, right? I noticed that.. my nails kind of pierced your skin through your pants."

  Aziraphale looked at his thigh, oh. He did.

  "I-I'm fine, dear. I've felt.. worse." Zira mumbled the last part, but Crowley still heard it.

  Untangling himself from Aziraphale's legs he pulled the Angel up to where the pillows were. Rubbing soothing circles into the archangel's hip. He had miracled away the blood from his love already.

  "It's nap time, Angel can we just lay here and nap? I'd like nothing more than to do that with you."

  "Sure dear, let's nap. It'll be the first time this bed has been used."

  "It won't be the only time, Angel. Keep future nights in mind."

  This mothe- ahem- demon was flirting with him? Damn. Aziraphale really wanted more of that, but he wouldn't push Crowley.

  So the two got tucked into Zira's bed and fell asleep. It was calm.. that's good.