"Should I say 'thank you'?" Do you know that you mean the world to me?
"Better not." I can't bring myself to admit that I'm in love with a demon.
"Shall I drop you somewhere?" Please, I need you, Angel.
"No, thank you. Oh, don't look so disappointed. Perhaps one day we could, I don't know, go for a picnic. Dine at the Ritz." Please, convince me.
"I'll give you a lift, anywhere you want to go." I'll take us somewhere nice. Trust me, no one will ever see us together.
"Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 o'clock)
I will pay the bill, you taste the wine.
Driving back in style, in my saloon will do quite nicely,
Just take me back to yours, that will be fine (Come on and get i-"
"Blasted car!" Crowley snarled, diving forward to turn down the volume dial, flushing slightly and turning back to the Angel. There was a momentary silence, both their faces flushing as they avoided one another's gaze. "Seriously...anywhere you want to go."
It was not the first time Crowley's car had decided to take matters into its own hands and try to speed things up a bit. And the car was right in a way, to pick up on that. Aziraphale could feel it, that magnetic pull that tugged at him every time he was around the demon. He found himself wondering what Crowley's lips might feel like against his own. Funny thing, he felt, to be so caught up in the sensations of a corporeal body experiencing the sensations of being with another's, mingling with their spirit. This was not, after all, what he'd been stationed on Earth for.
A familiar, warm ache was filling his chest as his eyes glanced down at the demon's lips, his breathing picking up of its own accord. It was with a great effort that he pulled his eyes back up to meet Crowley's, swallowing hard.
"You go too fast for me, Crowley." I'm sorry, we can't risk it, they would destroy you if they found out about us.
He glanced briefly at Crowley, fighting to not to let his eyes linger too long, not focus on how Crowley could convey such sad eyes behind those dark glasses even when he couldn't see them. Glasses he wished to slide off so he could gaze into those unique yellow eyes.
The demon was watching him so intently, feeling like he might cry at the fix they were in. He was ready to let him go, if that was what he wanted, though he felt like he might shatter to pieces in the process.
And then, he could smell it, the love and desire seeming to waft off of the Angel, filling the car even as they spoke. He closed his eyes, leaning forward and breathing it in, the earthly, sweet scent of it, feeling shivers running along his skin as he did. He drank it in, his breath then leaving his body in a openly audible sigh, his eyes opening once more to find the Angel staring at him, the feelings radiating off of him and rippling through the air like heat waves rising off of asphalt.
He learned forward even more, hand resting on the dash, his tongue flickering out as his basic snake instincts seemed to take over, tasting the air around his angel. He bent his head nearer and whispered into Aziraphale's ear, "Is there something you're not telling me, Angel?" His words came out in a hiss, his voice running shivers through the Angel.
Aziraphale swallowed, the sound loud in his ears. Licking his lips, he turned almost imperceptibly until he was facing Crowley, the demon was mere inches from him now. He could feel the heat off him, his breaths coming out full and heavy.
"Tell me to stop, and I'll stop," whispered Crowley, bending his head in again, his eyes locking with Aziraphale's, his tongue flickering out to taste the Angel's cheek. He tasted so sweet.
"Open up your mind and let me step inside
Rest your weary head and let your heart decide
It's so easy when you know the rules
It's so easy all you have to do
Is fall in love
Play the ga-"
"Bently!" growled Crowley, diving forward again to click the stereo off. "Sorry, I-"
But the music seemed to have shaken Aziraphale out of his revelry.
"I really must be going," he said shakily, glancing briefly at Crowley. "Please be careful with that, won't you?" he said, nodding his head toward the holy water thermos. And then he was gone, the door closing behind him with a smart snap.
"Hey boy, where'd you get it from
Hey boy, where did you go"
Crowley groaned, switching off the stereo once again and leaning his head onto the dash with a dull thud.
"You can never leave well enough alone, can you, you old tin bucket," he said, giving the dashboard a sharp smack with his hand.
He leaned back against the seat with a sigh, rubbing his face in his hands, running his fingers through his hair.
"Right," he said, a lump forming in his throat. He swallowed, trying to slow his breath and snapped his fingers to start the car. The rumbling seemed to help clear his thoughts a little.
The next thing he knew, the car door was opening on his driver's side and Aziraphale had climbed into his lap, his fingers snapping to close the door once more.
Crowley barely had time to register his surprise at the fact that his usually fussy and prim Angel was now back in his car ordering him to shut up, fiercely straddling his lap while his fingers clutched both sides of his jacket and pulled him forward, before Aziraphale's lips were on his and kissing him hungrily and then all thoughts were drowned out by a tidal wave of feelings and sensations and desires.
A moan escaped him as the kiss deepened, the Angel's tongue slipping into his mouth to twine with his.
"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" he gasped as they came up for air, fighting to catch his breath.
"What, is there a school for it?" snapped Aziraphale.
Crowley's eyes widened as he laughed.
"Just curious," he said, grinning breathlessly and shrugging his shoulders, finding himself simultaneously bewildered and aroused by the Angel's sudden abrasiveness. Aziraphale smiled shyly then, started to laugh, shrugging his shoulders a little as well.
"I-I'm sorry...I think I'm...over-compensating a bit because I'm nervous, and being somewhat aggressive also keeps me from thinking too much about Upstairs and what would happen if they found out and your situation and what they would do to you Downstairs and how they would take you away from me and I really only just got you back last week and oh, it was just utter torture not seeing you for a century, I don't want to lose you again so soon after finding you again-" Aziraphale's voice had steadily grown higher and higher as his words came out in a frantic, continuous stream, his chest was moving up and down with the force of his breathing, tears beginning to run down his cheeks.
Crowley gently gathered him into his arms, hands running up and down the angel's back, laying his cheek alongside Aziraphale's. The angel gasped, sobbing, his arms embracing his demon, hands clutching desperately at his back. Crowley rocked him gently, whispering soothing words to him.
"Shh, shh, it's alright, I understand. I'm scared, too. I'm sorry that I asked you for the holy water. I know what a big thing that was to ask of you. But you have to understand, it's-it's not a suicide pill. It's for protection. I want to be there for you, and I can't do that without a buffer against the other demons. You know how Hastur and Ligur are always on my case, always so suspicious. It's only a matter of time before they might start to figure things out."
Aziraphale's breathing had slowed and he raised his head then to look at his demon, his eyes filling with tears again.
"Oh My Dear...I'm so sorry. Had I known...I know I said that I didn't need you. I said it then because I was angry and scared, but it’s not true. The fact is that I've always needed you. Not just needed. Wanted."
Aziraphale’s eyelids lowered as he gazed at Crowley with a soft expression in his eyes, his hands reaching to gently slide the glasses from the demon’s face. He threw them softly onto the seat beside them and gazed into his eyes fully, the last of his tears dripping from his chin, watching as the pupils of Crowley’s eyes dilated. The demon’s cheeks were flushed a deep red, his heart hammering in his chest.
“And if I’m being very honest, I’ve wanted you for quite some time now, My Dear,” he said, his voice now deeper, lower, rougher.
Crowley started, stunned.
“Y-you’ve wanted...me-how long, Angel?” stammered Crowley, his eyes fully round now, heart stuttering and filling with light.
Aziraphale paused, blushing. “Four, five millennia maybe, I’ve rather lost track. Almost since the beginning."
Crowley felt as though his brain were shorting out, to be confronted with a reciprocation of his feelings towards the angel so suddenly, he whom he had also desired from the very beginning.
“Angel,” he whispered, completely enthralled, arching up closer to press his mouth against Aziraphale's, his hands resting on either side of his face, fingers stroking the soft skin of his cheeks.
"Mmm," Aziraphale answered, his eyes slowly fluttering shut and the deep vibrations of his voice resonating through Crowley, making him shiver. How many times had he heard the Angel make that same very ecstatic sound every time he had eaten a delicious meal. It made him light headed to think that he was eliciting the same reaction and sound from Aziraphale now as the Angel caught the demon's lip between his teeth, sucking. His hands clutched at his demon's back once more and pulled him fiercely into him, causing a gasp to escape Crowley's lungs.
"Angel," he said again, an urgent tone in his voice now.
"Ohh, shut it," growled Crowley, his scrambled senses making him struggle to find the volume dial.
Aziraphale giggled and then turned slightly to switchoff the stereo with a snap of his fingers.
Crowley stared at him, looking like his eyes were going to pop out of his head.
"How the fuck have I never thought of that? I do it for every other thing. Years I've had this car, and I never once-"
"It happens," Aziraphale said, smiling, now trailing heated kisses down Crowley's neck, his hands wandering to feel his chest through the fabric of his clothes, fingers now tugging at his jacket. The demon obligingly began to shuck his arms out of the sleeves. Now freed of the garment, he felt Aziraphale's hands reaching around behind his back, fingers running down his spine, the roots of his wings reacting to the touches, unfurling into being.
He cried out, his hands now too clutching Aziraphale's back, shucking him of his tan overcoat as well, and the grey jacket underneath, pulling him closer to him, gasping into his mouth. He ran his fingers down his spine, Aziraphale shuddered as his wings also came into being.
"There's no room," the angel giggled, breathless.
"Fuck it," said Crowley, smiling and pulling the angel into him again for another kiss.
"No, really, there's no room."
Crowley paused, blinking, and took stock of their situation. Aziraphale's wings were flushed up against the front window, Crowley's were crushed behind him against the seat.
"Yes, I see your point now. Come on then..."
He took Aziraphale's hand and pulled him with him into the back seat bench which, with a snap of his fingers, widened to accommodate them both.
"Come here," he murmured, his voice low and hoarse, his eyes soft as he reached for his angel, taking Aziraphale into his arms again; fully wrapping him in his embrace, kissing and softly biting him all over his cheeks, his neck, his collarbone, his shoulders, until the Angel was utterly breathless and trembling.
"Oh, My Dear," whispered the Angel, his eyes closed, hands clutching tightly to his demon's back.
"All you have to do is fall in love..."
"Well, already have that part taken care of," panted Crowley, his eyes fully dilated and black now.
Aziraphale opened his eyes, blinking, and stared at Crowley.
"You mean you-?"
"Well, of course Angel, isn't it bloody obvious?" he paused then. "Do-do you mean that you don't-"
"No, no-I mean yes, of course I do. I really do," he said, smiling brilliantly and causing Crowley's heart to melt right there on the spot.
"Play the game-yeah
Everybody play the game of love
Crowley glowered a warning at the radio until Aziraphale placed a hand on his arm.
"It's alright, I actually quite like this one."
"I thought you didn't-"
"Well, I don't hate all of it. This ensemble, I like. I've always rather enjoyed listening to it when we've driven in your car. And they have quite beautiful voices, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes," breathed Crowley, gazing up at his angel and nodding, fingers now fumbling with the buttons of Aziraphale's vest, ripping it open and pulling up the shirt underneath, burying his face into the soft flesh of the Angel's stomach. The angel moaned, panting, running his fingers through Crowley's hair. Now the demon was working on his trousers, unbuttoning, zipping down, his hand reaching in to softly take him in his hand. Aziraphale shuddered, his breathing coming out in gasps, shifting his hips up to allow Crowley to tug his pants down further to his knees.
He cried out fully as the demon bent his head down and drew the angel's length fully into his mouth, Crowley's tongue wrapping around him, Aziraphale clutching his shoulders and gasping, his eyes widening, fluttering, rolling back.
"Oh," he whispered, one hand pressed against a window, crying out once more as the demon began to suck harder.
"Oh, yes," he gasped, his hands now reaching to twine his fingers into Crowley's hair, gently tugging.
Time seemed to be nonexistent, or to go so slowly, so fast, that it was incomprehensible. He was beginning to feel like he'd been there, with his demon, for centuries or for no time at all. All he knew was the sensations and feelings building higher and higher, in his body and heart and soul.
"This is your life
Don't play hard to get
It's a free world
All you have to do is fall in love
Play the game-yeah
Everybody play the game-"
"Oh, Crowley, yes, yes, yes," he cried out as he came, the orgasm washing through him.
Crowley smiled, swallowed and licked him clean, and then came up for air, meeting the Angel's eyes.
"Oh, My Dear," said Aziraphale, pulling at the demon's shoulders again until he had him he sitting up, grasping Crowley's face in his hands and covering it in kisses.
Crowley leaned into him, turning his head in to kiss him deeply once more. The demon couldn’t seem to get enough of kissing him, Aziraphale noted this with a breathless kind of giddiness.
He leaned even more into the kiss, into Crowley, until he had him lying back, cornered between the door and the seat.
"Now, I want to know what you taste like," murmured the Angel, and Crowley watched, heart hammering in his chest as Aziraphale mirrored his actions, pulling up his shirt, kissing his stomach and reaching down to unbutton and zip open his pants. The demon ran his hands through the soft, white blonde curls of his Angel, fingers suddenly clenching at the roots as Aziraphale took him into his mouth. Aziraphale did not have the same supernatural skills as the demon-who had formerly lived as a snake-did but he had experience nonetheless.
And He felt right then and there as though he had never experienced anything as truly divine as this in his whole existence, head between his demon's legs, the mix of salt and sweet filling his mouth, the panting, lovely voice of his fallen angel crying out loud in his ears, fingers clutching and tugging at his hair. More divine than a hostia placed on the tongue, than sacramental wine slipping down the throat. He would trade his place in all of heaven for this, heaven was nothing compared to this, this feeling in his heart all aglow, utterly filled with light and love.
"Oh, Angel," Crowley cried out in a choked voice, gasping for air, his hands clutching at Aziraphale's back as the feelings rose.
"My love is pumping through my veins
Play the game
Driving me insane
Come come come come come play the game
Play the game play the game play the game-"
He felt like his heart might burst right then and there, his eyes rolled and then he was past the point of no return. He arched his back, panting, feeling as though he could see all the stars, Alpha Centauri and beyond.
He lay there against the door, catching his breath. Eyes fluttering slowly, his back relaxed into the seat once more as he reached down and pulled Aziraphale into his arms, leaning his head in to kiss his Angel fully on the mouth for the longest moment, then coming back up for air, laying his head against his lover's. They lay there in one another's embrace, their breathing slowing, sweat drying, heartbeats returning to normal, wings receding back to the ether.
"Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now-"
"Oh, shut it," murmured Crowley sleepily, snapping his fingers to shut the radio off, one arm still cradling Aziraphale against him.
Aziraphale giggled, nuzzling his face into Crowley's chest. They both had miracled most of their clothes back on, though the car was still too warm for jackets.
"Do you think it'd play my favorite one?" asked Aziraphale, raising his head up.
"Possibly. Go on."
"You're My Best Friend."
"Ooh, you make me live
Whatever this world can give to me
It's you, you're all I see
Ooh, you make me live now, honey
Ooh, you make me live"
Aziraphale grinned brightly, turning his head to look at his demon.
"Do you know, I always think of you whenever I hear this song?"
Crowley looked down at him, swallowing hard, a lump forming in his throat. He cleared it, tears forming in his eyes.
"Do you? Funny thing...I do the same thing for you, when I hear it."
Aziraphale smiled, leaning up to kiss him.
"Why are you crying?"
Crowley shook his head.
Tears began to fill Aziraphale's eyes a swell as he gazed at his demon.
"I really love you, you know."
"I know. I love you, too."
"Oh, you're the best friend I've ever had
I've been with you such a long time
You're my sunshine and I want you to know
That my feelings are true
I really love you
Oh, you're my best friend.
Ooh, you make me live"
Aziraphale sighed contentedly, his fingers idly twining into Crowley's chest hair.
"Do you think they'll find out? About us?"
Crowley yawned, and laughed.
"Who knows? I don't really care, to be honest."
"It was rather worth it, wasn't it?"
"Yes," Crowley agreed, giving his Angel a squeeze. "It was. It is."
Aziraphale smiled up at him again, and then lay his head down, feeling content to feel his demon's breathing in and out, listen to his steady heartbeat.
"...Ooh you make me live
I'm happy at home
You're my best friend
Oh, you're my best friend
Ooh, you make me live
You're my best friend."