After The First Day Of The Rest Of Their Lives

ligur in the shower

Hastur woke with a start. It took him a few seconds to remember why he was no longer in a ditch. When he did remember he groaned. He'd got drunk then nearly managed to shag his ex, in his ex's new boyfriend's flat, while said new boyfriend was sat downstairs. That sounded like a bad thing to do didn't it? He thought he'd better find Crowley. This time he'd make more of an effort: he liked doing bad things. Picking the bathrobe up from the floor he headed out in search of his clothes and maybe some breakfast too. He had decided he was hungry. That's what spending weeks sitting in a ditch did for you. Finding the upstairs rooms empty he headed back down to the bookshop.

The shop was unexpectedly open and, equally unexpectedly, full of humans. Hastur quickly made himself slightly more presentable. He was still a somewhat bizarre sight for the patrons of the shop. Blond hair stood up at alarming angles. His black dressing gown had somehow turned from fluffy towel like material into something flowing and silky with dark green details of swirling sigils. It looked almost like a priest's robe; well a priest in a Satanic cult maybe, which was at least appropriate. He was still very grubby from sitting in the ditch and his eyes were dark, pupils hugely dilated to fill almost all of the available space. He also smelled faintly of rotting vegetation. Some of the punters made hasty exits as he fully emerged from the stairwell.

"Ah, you're up. So nice to see you again, would you like some tea?" The angel did look genuinely pleased to see him, which threw Hastur a little. He'd been hoping for a row with a jealous boyfriend, a bit of a fight even, certainly not being offered a cup of tea. "Um, tea?" He said uncertainty. Aziraphale bustled off to make it as Hastur looked around. He saw Crowley attempting to sneak out and turned on him.

"Think it's funny do you? Spend half the night leading me on then flounce off with your new boyfriend leaving me in the lurch eh? Good joke was it? I don't like jokes". Hastur did his best to look really angry, enjoying Crowley's obvious discomfort. "I.. I... I don't know what you mean. You were the one flirting. Flashing your cock at me, dragging me into bed". Hastur grinned at this, giving away the fact he wasn't really annoyed. "Seem to recall you always liked a bit of cock" he leered. At this point the remaining shopper decided it was definitely time to leave. Crowley didn't know what to say and stood opening and closing his mouth hoping his brain would think of something quickly.

"Close your mouth dear, you look like a goldfish" Aziraphale shouted at him from somewhere out the back of the shop. Crowley's mouth shut. Hastur grinned "so someone's finally got you trained eh? I remember what you were like when we were together, such a disobedient little bitch. I was always having to discipline you wasn't I?" The leering got worse. Hastur closed the distance between them and ran his hand down Crowley's chest, not stopping until he reached his cock. "I seem to remember you rather liked it didn't you?" His hand squeezed slightly and Crowley yelped, then relaxed into his hand and moaned. Just as he was starting to really enjoy the contact Hastur's grip tightened painfully and Crowley cried out in pain. "Do you still like it?" growled Hastur and Crowley couldn't stop himself from whimpering back "yes sir" as the groping got more gentle again. The other demon grinned at him, suddenly releasing his hold, much to Crowley's disappointment. Turning and pacing round the bookshop Hastur feigned interest in the shelves, looking at various volumes with apparent absorption.

Aziraphale had been watching with interest. The 'yes sir' had caught his attention. The demon had always been the more dominant of the two of them in the bedroom. It was Crowley who took the lead, even experimenting on him with a little bondage, the occasional toy. Submissive Crowley was a new concept for him. He found he quite liked it. He bought out the tea tray, announcing "I think we'll close the shop today. No sense staying open when you two have scared all the customers away anyway". He neatly deposited the tray on the nearest table and flipped the sign on the door.