HEAVENLY FATHERS (GOOD OMENS AU)

HEAVENLY FATHERS (GOOD OMENS AU)

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Premise Father Crowley is a Catholic Priest in Edinburgh. He has a peaceful life. He does his sermons, he officiates weddings, baptisms, funerals... He listens to some of the most horrible sins a human can perpetuate. And is forced to forgive. He doesn't feel comfortable referring to them as people. They are demons. Crowley can't tell anyone any of those confessions, but that doesn't mean he can't do God's work and take the law into his own hands. On a quiet afternoon, a blond man visits his church to confess his sins. The only person Crowley can consider a friend. The priest from the Anglican Church near him. Father Aziraphale.
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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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