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Tweak says, "White walls are scary..."

Anthony J Crowley (serpentinedemon) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-06-19 21:53:00

Entry tags:

anthony j crowley, aziraphale

Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Chess (which is to say, who knows?)
When: Backdated to... Wednesday? Yesterday.
Warnings: There's no telling. We haven't quite decided, yet.

Crowley wasn't quite sure what to make of the sickeningly modern building the Angel had directed him to. Looking around the lobby, he decided it was something he could imagine himself designing- perhaps he had. He hardly remembered all of the designs he had created, over his decades in New York. Still, it was hardly the sort of thing he expected his ang- Aziraphale, to bother with.

Deciding to stop thinking so far into things, he simply willed himself to the Angel's front room, lounging over his disgustingly chic leather couch. Rather than announce his presence, he simply reached over to turn on the over-priced flat-screen TV, settling on one of his soaps. In Thai.

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	serpentinedemon 2008-06-21 01:42 am UTC (link)
	Crowley seemed nonplussed. "The thing is, dear, I'm not losing my touch. I may be misusing it, given recent events, but apparently that is up to you and your 'rules'." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 01:45 am UTC (link)
	Zira deliberately nudged Crowley's calf under the table. "Really, my dear. I did prefer the low, raspy, sexy voice." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-21 01:48 am UTC (link)
	Chin tilting downward, Crowley's golden eyes peered over at Zira over the edge of his sunglasses. "Is that sssso, dear?" He let the hiss go, a mischievous smirk passing over his lips. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 01:52 am UTC (link)
	Zira laughed. "Now you're just showing off, you old serpent." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-21 02:29 am UTC (link)
	"I do believe, if I were attempting to show off, there would be far fewer clothes involved," And perhaps rope, he added mentally, to at least attempt to irk the angel, some. He needed to get his amusement somewhere, after all. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 02:42 am UTC (link)
	"Is that so?" Zira arched a brow. He caught the vaguest hint of a rope being involved, and the thought caused his breath to hitch in his throat. he clared his throat to cover it up. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-21 02:48 am UTC (link)
	Crowley caught the subtle noise, and his smirk widened, an illustration of just what would happen to Aziraphale if he decided to call Crowley on the little stand-off they had going. "I do believe, but you'll have to tell me, Angel." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 02:57 am UTC (link)
	"Tell you what, dear?" Zira looked back, wide eyed and innocent. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-21 03:02 am UTC (link)

"What I wish to hear, of course," Crowley was doing his best to maintain composure, but the appeal of the game was quickly losing ground to his desire to see just what would happen, if he were to take the next step... poof the table out from between them, hands on the arms of the angel's chair, wings spread in as threatening a gesture he would ever allow himself to make towards his Adversary.

It was a near thing. On the other hand, he'd waited the span of human existence. What was five more minutes?

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 03:46 am UTC (link)
	"I'm terribly afraid you're going to have to be more specific, dear boy." Zira's foot slid across Crowley's calf once more. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-21 03:51 am UTC (link)

Oh, bugger all. Patience was a virtue, that Crowley had clearly shed on his trip Downward. He moved the table forcefully over to the side of the wall, the pieces snapping back into place as if scared into it. He hovered over the Angel where he sat, wings spread, close enough for Aziraphale to feel the breath on his lips, without them actually touching.

His voice took on his 'low, sexy tone' as the Angel had called it, as his eyes peered over the edge of his glasses, into Zira's blues. After a minute of tense consideration, he pressed the extra centimetre forward, giving the angel a hard, fiery kiss. "Was that quite specific enough for you, dear?"

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eastgateangel
2008-06-21 03:55 am UTC (link)

"Quite," Zira murmured. Crowley had come at him so fast he hadn't had time to react, only to respond. He'd wanted to melt against the demon, press himself so fully against him that they became one. Only the excited flutter of his wings held him back, and kept him somewhat grounded.

A hand raised up, to caress the arc of Crowley's wing, feeling the tickle of feathers on his skin. He gasped and shivered, and looked up to Crowley's face. His other hand reached up to slide the glasses off his face.

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serpentinedemon
2008-06-21 04:00 am UTC (link)

The demon's back arched as he felt the fingers brushing along the sensitive plane of his wing, making the feathered appendage rustle from the strange (yet altogether sinful) feeling. He was by no means a... stranger, to this sort of thing, but the times he had bothered to put forward the effort to be... equipped, so to speak, he had nixed the wings, simply to avoid that discussion, or the effort of removing the memory. Now, he was remembering exactly how wonderful it was, to have someone else touch him there, and the sentiment was probably written all over his face.

His own hands moved up the angel's arms, to the fabric of his shirt, giving it a light pluck which sent it into nonexistence.

"Oops,"

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eastgateangel
2008-06-21 04:16 am UTC (link)

"That is a fairly large oops, my dear." Zira wasn't complaining, in the least. His voice was breathy, and his fingers continued to move along with demon's wing span. He knew how it felt when he groomed his own wings, the feathers sometimes too sensitive to touch. To have someone else touch them in this way, he imagined, had to been amazing and incredible and all sorts of indescribable feelings in between.

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serpentinedemon
2008-06-21 04:23 am UTC (link)

"Not as bad, I should say," Crowley's hand walked down Zira's now bare chest, to give the waistband of his pants much the same treatment, leaving the angel in his underwear, "As that," His eyes swept over the newly-exposed skin, fingertips moving teasingly along his hips and thigh, avoiding his groin on the way back up to his shoulders, sneaking back to mirror the touches to his wing, on Zira's.

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 04:27 am UTC (link)
	"Dear boy, this is most...unsavory behavior." The words were forced, mostly because he was having trouble keeping his breath. He didn't mean what he said, but said it only out of duty. It had to be said, so he could at least pretend to put up a fight, though it was useless as his body was clearly yeilding to the demon's touch. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-21 04:30 am UTC (link)

Smiling, a devilish sort of expression, Crowley moved forward to brush his mouth against the Angel's ear as he spoke, fingers walking slowly towards the join of wing and back, where he knew the down was most sensitive.

"I do believe, my dear, you have been craving it for quite some time. So I do suggest, you hold your tongue and take your prize, or else I dare say, it might just take you regardless,"

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 04:44 am UTC (link)
	Zira shivered from the touch, his wings fluttering with jolts of unfamiliar pleasure. He moaned softly, unable to coordinate himself for words. He inched forward, pressing himself to Crowley, encouraging him to continue. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-21 04:57 am UTC (link)
	"Better," The demon purred out, letting his fingers run back up the bone of the wing, caressing the sensitive feathered skin. "Tell me, dear- since I do believe I have your attention, now?- what, exactly, you would care to receive as your prize." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 05:02 am UTC (link)
	"You're the expert in these matters, my dear. Why don't you show me some of my choices?" Zira fingered the front of Crowley's black shirt, and willed it to disappear, allowing his fingers to drift over skin. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-21 05:06 am UTC (link)

Smirk still firmly in place, Crowley craned down to kiss at Aziraphale's shoulder, working his way over to and then up the column of his neck. His mind was dancing with pictures of just what Aziraphale could make him do- mouths, hands, heated skin and grinding hips all made an appearance. If there was one thing he could have an imagination about, it seemed to be the Angel, and his new, sexier body.

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 06:58 pm UTC (link)
	"Yes," Zira murmured, his breath nearly panting. "Yes, demon mine. Yes," his hands tugged and clawed at Crowley's back and shoulders, brushing over his wings. "All that, please, serpent." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-21 07:08 pm UTC (link)

"Yours," He'd tried to shove a questioning tone on the end of the syllable, but he couldn't hide the agreement in his voice. He was slightly startled, by the urgency in the angel's movements- he'd expected a little more resistence, but he was far from complaining.

The demon let his hands slide down, dismissing the boxers as his hand brushed over them, smirking once again as his fingers hit the bare skin of the angel's- his angel's- hipbone. Slowly, his touch made the journey inward, to glide along the hard length between Zira's legs.

"I do think you'd be better off in a bed, dear," He'd considered just moving them himself, but wanted the concession from the other- for him to make the next move.

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eastgateangel
2008-06-21 07:14 pm UTC (link)

"Yes," Zira nodded. His eyes closed, his hands stilled, simply holding himself to Crowley. With a concentrated thought, he transported them into the bedroom, landing in the bed with a soft thud.

"Far better than the chair," he murmured, able now to stretch out and rub his legs against Crowley's legs. "Where were we? Oh yes," he nipped a kiss to Crowley's lips, mouth trailing down to the demon's jaw and neck.

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	serpentinedemon 2008-06-21 07:19 pm UTC (link)
	Crowley decided to forego making the Angel do his dirty work, so to speak, and just willed away the rest of his clothes, stretching out over the bed and pressing himself into Aziraphale. No longer having to prop himself up, the demon let his hands drift over the smooth skin on the Angel's chest and sides, mapping out the contours. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)