Veneration

7. Enjoy the Silence

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"Yes, yes! Please...I want it! Make me yours!"

Make me yours. "Turn over, angel." Crowley said thickly. "Look at me."

Crowley withdrew his hand to let Aziraphale shift onto onto his back.  The angel was a mess - face flushed with huge, wild eyes, panting.

"I can't give you..." he tried to say. But the words wouldn't come out. Instead Crowley leaned in to kiss the angel deeply while slipping his slick fingers back inside.  He brushed his thumb in circles against Aziraphale's perineum.  The angel's cock twitched, stiffening to a semi-hard state.  The demon slipped a third finger in, twisting and rocking his wrist, drawing out more wild moaning and writhing.

Can't give you what you need. What you deserve. Aziraphale needed a lover, not a...roll in the hay! Someone who would cherish him, appreciate him, and move Heaven and Hell for him. Fuck! This was wrong - but he could hardly stop and leave Aziraphale in this state.

Crowley removed his fingers and pulled Aziraphale's thighs around his waist.  He gripped the base of his own shaft, rubbing oil along it and lining himself up against the angel's slick entrance. 

"Ready?" he asked.  Aziraphale nodded.  Crowley pushed forward, breaching the angel.  He sank in steadily, pushing through the taut ring. The angel's channel clenched around the hard, slippery intruder until finally stretching to accommodate a demon cock.  Crowley leaned forward, brushing his lips against Aziraphale's as he bottomed out.

"Alright, angel?" Crowley asked.

Aziraphale's "yes" was in between whine and a moan.

Crowley paused to let the angel adjust and catch his breath. Aziraphale's ass was squeezing him like a fist, throbbing and pulsating. Nothing had ever come close to this.  The demon felt like he was going to erupt at any second. Control, control! This was everything he'd yearned for for millennia. After thousands of years and thousands of beds, finally it was his desire being fulfilled.

And yet he was wretched. What kind of time was this for a demon to suddenly develop a conscience? When he had everything dreamed for so long writhing below him?  It's not my problem, a voice whispered

The demon began to move his hips slowly, experimentally. He grasped the angel's revived erection which poked against his stomach.

But it was his problem! What the Hell had he been thinking?  Aziraphale wasn't some lust-filled human.  Someone who would lose interest in him in a night, a week at most.  Someone to forget him once his services were rendered and their desire satisfied.  Thanks for the orgasms, don't let the door hit your ass. The feeling had certainly been mutual when it came to humans.  But with the angel?

Crowley shifted, angling his thrusts upward hitting against the secret bundle of nerves deep inside Aziraphale. The angel moaned with an entirely new noise and his eyes rolled back. He clawed at the demon's shoulders.  Crowley wished he could keep doing this for hours.  For days.  Forever.  Driving Aziraphale into mindless ecstasy again and again. 

He hadn't been thinking at all, he'd just given into desire.  Finally, he had been the one to give in to Temptation.  And that meant he was going to lose Aziraphale forever after tonight because of it.  Once the angel realized a demon wasn't capable of giving him anything beyond the physical he'd be cast out.  Crowley would only have this cherished memory to hold onto for the rest of his lonely eternity.

A demon, that's what he was.  And Aziraphale needed to see that.  Crowley pulled upright and pounded harder into the angel. He released all his heat and power into his thrusts - something no human could have withstood.  Crowley altered the room's lighting to red flickering flames. He pulled in the shadows around them, making them move and twist. His snake's eyes glowed. Somewhere Carmina Burana started playing.  Crowley bared sharpened canines and spread his black wings out. He rose up above Aziraphale like a dark, chthonic god. 

That did it. Aziraphale came undone, breaking apart on the demon's thrusts and spilling over his hand.  The angel keened and clenched, cried out Crowley's name and grabbed at the mattress below him.

Then Aziraphale reopened his clear, beautiful eyes and stared into his.  There it all was. Passion, acceptance, warmth...adoration.  Love.  Aziraphale saw all of him, saw into every dark corner, and gave unlimited love to fill it all in. He gave freely, expecting nothing in return.

Something snapped inside him. Then everything burst from Crowley at once.  He could love the angel! He did love the angel!  Had loved him for so long! The words shouted out from him as he buried deep inside Aziraphale, releasing his seed, releasing his heart.  Unstoppable, uncontrollable. It was like Falling again, but now in reverse.  Spinning upwards from hard, sharp scorching ground and filling with light.  More light than he could hold. He was light. Scattered across the Infinite as a wave-particle duality.  Both, neither, all. Then he was pulled back together by strong arms and enfolded in bright, soft wings.

—-

Crowley lay on the narrow bed, floating somewhere between bliss and consciousness, cradling his angel against his chest.

His angel.

Aziraphale purred endearments and what would have sounded like "Crowley" to human ears. But it was his True name, his Angelic name. Aziraphale knew what he himself had forgotten.

"I love you too, angel."

Aziraphale sighted contentedly, "So, a soiled angel and a demon in love.  Neither side is going to be happy with that."

"Good thing we're on our side."

Aziraphale shifted. "Crowley" he asked thoughtfully, "Were you trying to make me envious? At Medeshamstede?"

"Who knows? Perhaps I was, a bit.  Did it work?"

"Darling, I'm incapable of Envy.  Of coveting what wasn't mine." He voiced hardened slightly, "But you are mine now."

"Yes, angel." Crowley smiled. "Always."

They lay in comfortable silence.  Crowley felt...free. Free from pain or fear or hate or want. Complete

Aziraphale snuggled closer.  "That, uh demon bit you did....."

"You liked it?"

"Oh, very much!  You were sublime." The angel answered. "But...do humans actually enjoy things like that?"

"You'd be surprised at what they go for, angel.  You really would."

"Well I just love surprises." Aziraphale said playfully.

Crowley smiled.