Crowley's Nightmare (Good Omens AU) [COMPLETED]

Crowley's Nightmare (Good Omens AU) [COMPLETED]

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Good Omens
Crowley is consumed by nightmares and slowly they start taking over his life. The nightmares are enough to have made Crowley tired and drained. Crowley often stays home because going out takes too much energy, he can sometimes be residing in his snake form or in dark places (the source of his refueling). Aziraphale misses Crowley but then again he kind of doesn't. Crowley has changed and Aziraphale doesn't like it "what happened to my dear?" he often finds himself wondering. Aziraphale visits Crowley but still is too blind to see his suffering, or is he? BOOK 2 COMING SOON
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Their kiss continued, brutal and hot. Aziraphale suddenly remembered how his arms worked circled them around the demon's waist pulling him closer. Crowley broke off the kiss with a sharp inhale and moved his head to rest against the angel's. "Tell me to leave, angel." Raw need vibrated through the demon's voice. He pressed his forehead against Aziraphale's. His hands trembled as they cradled the angel's face. He took another ragged breath. "You don't want to do this! You don't want this from me!" Now it was Aziraphale's turn to take a inhale deeply. Their mouths were so close that their breath mingled. He could feel heat from the demon, from their pressed foreheads, down his chest, to his groin. He drained away the minor alcohol in his system and let cold, hard clarity wash over him. This was...dangerous. This was wild and thoughtless. Hedonistic. This should stop. That would be for the best. Safe. Sane. Responsible. "No" Aziraphale's voice ghosted the word. Then bolder, louder, steadier "Stay, please. I want this." He clasped his hands against the demon's and tipped his head back to meet Crowley's eyes. "I want you."

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