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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 08:22 pm UTC (link)

Sighing, overwhelmed with pleasure, Crowley started to rock against his Angel with a little more force, his body quickly giving in to the sensations coming from the heated contact of their skin. His mouth moved along Zira's jaw, breathing starting to deepen as the effort to hold himself back, to keep things gentle, started to wear on his self-control- already a rare thing, given his demon status.

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 08:26 pm UTC (link)
	Zira trembled around Crowley, having no experience in this sort of thing, to be able to control himself. His hips pressed down instinctively, and he gasped and groaned as the pleasure overwhelmed his senses and made him cry out, fingers curled and digging into Crowley's shoulders. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-21 08:31 pm UTC (link)

The angel's enthusiasm only fueled Crowley's own, and soon he gave in to the urge, thrusting hard and fast, working to hit him just so, to make the Angel even more overcome with pleasure. It was everything he'd allowed himself to imagine, and he was already feeling close, hips starting to stutter with his attempts to hold off.

"Perfect, Angel. So good. Give in, dearest. Let yourself go." The words were thought, rather than spoken, Crowley's mouth currently on a path down Zira's chest, over towards one nipple.

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 08:43 pm UTC (link)
	Zira's answer was inaudible, as the pleasure rushed him. He cried out, his body tense and trembling with his First Orgasm. It left him winded and panting, and dazed, looking at Crowley with glassy eyes. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-21 08:48 pm UTC (link)

The sight of the Angel so debauched, feeling him clench around Crowley's cock, was enough to draw the demon's own pleasure out of him, making him hiss out a rush of air as he tensed and came. It wasn't a new feel for him, but it was defiantely stronger, more meaningful than ever before.

Once conscious thought returned to him, the demon rolled off Zira, only to settle in against his side. There were no words, just an arm draped over his Angel's waist, quickly followed by a wing.

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 08:52 pm UTC (link)
	Zira had no words, either. He simply curled up on his side, his back to Crowley's chest, and settled, snug and comfortable under the cover of Crowley's wing. At that moment, he didn't want to be anywhere else. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-21 10:21 pm UTC (link)

In a rather sappy, endorphin-induced moment of thought, Crowley realized suddenly, that was what Heaven used to feel like, for him- in the Beginning, before the War, and his fall. To think, they deigned to call it Sin, when it was just a small slice of what they could feel, whenever they wanted. Hypocrits, really.

Sighing lightly, Crowley's chin moved to rest on Zira's shoulder. He wasn't exactly the cuddling type, but he wouldn't want to deny the Angel, and wreck the mood.

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-22 12:06 am UTC (link)
	Zira murmured, his voice too soft to be heard, though Crowley would hear the message. Love you, in a language unknown to even the most knowledgeable scholars. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-22 12:09 am UTC (link)

The demon smiled, turning his head to press a kiss to the side of his Angel's neck.

I know, Angel mine.

If he could, if he had the capacity, he was certain he would love Aziraphale back. Even still, hsi Adversary got more emotion out of him than anyone, or anything else; excepting the fires of Hell themselves, but it was on the opposite end of the spectrum. He wanted to love him. He just wasn't sure it was possible.

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-22 12:27 am UTC (link)
	In time, Crowley might learn to love. If it was indeed possible, Zira was confidant he could break past the walls and the resistance. He'd already made an impressive dent, the way he calculated things. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-22 12:33 am UTC (link)
	Crowley could sense the direction of Zira's thoughts, grumbling and rustling his wing some. "You should have asked earlier, don't be so smug. It's terribly unflattering, for an Angel." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-22 01:18 am UTC (link)
	"More like a demon, as it were," Zira responded with his own thoughts. He shrugged a little and shifted, settling closer to Crowley and deeper into the shadow of his wings. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-22 01:30 am UTC (link)

"Exactly," He seemed to hold the idea in ill regard, not out of a sense of self-loathing, but because he didn't... want that happening, to his Angel. His purity, his... annoying sense of righteousness had been half of the appeal, and if he lost that, the demon wasn't quite sure what he would become.

A sudden wave of... something passed over Crowley, as his arm and wing wrapped around his Partner, effectively cocooning him in the warm embrace.

"If you've any desire for me to leave, dear, I suggest you..." He gave a little stretch, before settling in even closer to Zira, if that were possible." ...shove it." He obviously had no desire to leave.

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-22 01:53 am UTC (link)
	"I should think not, serpent." Zira tilted his head up, rustling Crowley's wings, but it was worth it to steal a kiss from his lips. "I've studied the passions of man for 6000 years, mind, and I do think it quite rude, to fuck and go." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-22 01:58 am UTC (link)
	Crowley held back a smile, instead yawning to try and feign some sort of fatigue. (They didn't need to sleep, but if he could guilt the angel into suspending that knowledge, long enough to nap with the Angel in his arms, he was going to try it.) (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-22 02:03 am UTC (link)
	The sudden shift in the angel's weight, as he drifted to sleep, assured Crowley that Zira was willing to simply relax, and let go, completely. He didn't need sleep, and perhaps didn't indulge in it as often as Crowley, but he did enjoy a good nap from time to time. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-22 02:05 am UTC (link)
	Smiling, Crowley leaned in to press a kiss to the back of Zira's neck, shifting to adjust enough to get comfortable to sleep, himself. "Sleep well, my Angel," (Reply to this) (Parent)

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