Good Omens: Crowly/Azirapheal; Blurring the lines.
A laugh got caught in his throat as his Angel fucked him hard, stealing his breath away. It was easy to think that he, Anthony J. Crowley, the one who convinced a certain woman that apples were healthy for her, had sweet talked Azirapheal into screwing him into the mattress. Well, yeah, he has done that on occasion, but those times usually have him on his back, returning the gesture as much as he can.
These times, however, are all the more sweet because he *doesn’t* instigate them. He had simply been lounging around his apartment, enjoying the miserable day and occasionally directing a car to splash dirty water all over a pedestrian to spread the misery when Azirapheal had burst into his apartment in full on angelic glory. Crowley had scrambled to his feet, his wings flaring into existence at the threat of *Angel* only to relax slightly when he saw that it was Azirapheal. He had raised a hand and opened his mouth in greeting when he suddenly had his arms full of furious angel and that angelic tongue making sure he still had his tonsils (pesky things but fun to see who would check after them).
There was a ripping of fabric as his clothes were removed from his body, and he was shoved onto the bed face first. He twisted around to ask Azirapheal what he thought he was doing, when Crowley saw the look in his Angel’s eyes. It was wild, almost desperate, and he nodded his understanding as he knelt on the bed, legs spread and body braced for the violence that was to come. Slick, cool fingers gave Crowley a careful stretching, but the demon could feel the fine tremors in those slender digits that spoke of pent up emotions barely under control.
That got a smirk over Crowley’s shoulder and an invitation in serpent gold eyes. “I won’t break, Angel, but you can try,” he hissed in a challenging invitation.
Apparently, that had been the last straw as Azirapheal had snarled and climbed on the bed behind him before starting an experiment to see if it was possible to fuck someone’s brains out. Crowley had no idea what had put his Angel in such a mood, but when the lines of ‘good’ and ‘bad’ were blurred like this, he honestly didn’t care.