Σομεθινγ Γραικος

Chapter One

Apparently I'm starting to post this thing that I've had in my drafts for months now because it's helping me get out of my writing slump. (Sorry everyone who's waiting for updates on Broken Wings, I swear it's being worked on!!) Started writing this instead of studying for my Ancient Greek exam, as you do. So yeah, have some smut set in Ancient Greece! Still not quite sure about all the details of what they're gonna get up to, so more tags will follow for that later.

I aced that exam btw, not to brag but y'know xD I'll also make that exam fully responsible for the dumb title.

Thanks for reading, everyone!

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"Fancy seeing you here, angel."

Aziraphale spun around where he was leaning against a pillar in a corner of the room, almost spilling some wine from the cup in his hand.

"Crowley!"

He could not help the surprised delight in his voice as his eyes fell on the demon. His black tunic wrapped around Crowley's lithe form in effortlessly graceful drapes of fabric, falling in that perfectly sinful way that exposed just a hint of collarbone. His red hair was pulled back in an artfully messy updo, an array of stray curls escaping the bun and cascading down to draw even more attention to the already tantalising line of his neck. 

Aziraphale looked away quickly as the demon came to lean against the wall beside him. Already there were human eyes on Crowley, Aziraphale noticed with some dismay that he tried to swallow without much success. Of course, that graceful sprawl would work wonders to entice the humans around them.

Since, surely, that was what the demon was here for.

Not to see Aziraphale. That would be ridiculous.

"Didn't think this would be your scene", Crowley said, looking around the room of men and women drinking and laughing. It all looked quite innocent. For now, anyway.

"Whatever do you mean", the angel mumbled, burying his nose in his cup.

"You do know what's gonna go down here later, yes?" Crowley lifted his eyebrows, slitted pupils focused on Aziraphale who definitely was not squirming under that intense gaze, no he wasn't. "People are gonna go down, Aziraphale", Crowley said then, mistaking Aziraphale's silence for ignorance. "On each other. If you catch my drift."

The angel sputtered. Did that wily demon always have to be so crass?

"It's an orgy, angel", Crowley said, as if Aziraphale needed to have it all spelt out for him, and really, that was just insulting now, wasn't it.

"Will you lower your voice, please?", Aziraphale hissed, looking around as if someone might have overheard and taken offence at Crowley's assessment of the situation, even though everyone present would of course be highly aware and purposefully participating in said debauchery. "Good Lord! Yes, I know perfectly well what this is", Aziraphale said, huffing. "I may not be as worldly as you, Crowley, but I'm not an idiot."

Crowley's mouth twitched with amusement.

"You here on duty, then?"

"Obviously. Same as you, I assume?"

Or maybe Crowley had actually come to be a part of it all, just for the...uh, fun of it? Aziraphale swallowed, something in him not liking the thought at all. Crowley was a demon, for Heaven's sake. He had probably been in countless orgies, he looked virtually designed for temptation and pleasure, no reason to get his halo in a twist about it. It was none of his business who Crowley may or may not choose to work his charm on to possibly seduce, and he certainly had no business being upset about it potentially being someone other than him- Lord above, he really needed to concentrate.