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Tweak says, "Owls again!"

- (eastgateangel) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-06-26 19:49:00

Entry tags:

anthony j crowley, aziraphale

Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Reuniting Zira with his books
Where: A series of book rooms at Oxford
When: Tonight
Warnings: So an angel and a demon poofed into a book room...yeah. NWS, kids.

There was really no need to stand so close to the demon, and yet Aziraphale stood as close to Crowley as he could. He simply wanted to be near him, to take in the sight and the smell of him. Besides, he'd always rather loathed the swirling motion of transporting across time and space, especially going across the great sea. He emerged on the other side, landing as always on his feet, but feeling slightly off balance, as if the ground were moving beneath his feet. It was, he knew, the law of physics, a body in motion stayed in motion. Well, it was as good an excuse as any to stumble a step, directly into the demon's arms.

"Oh dear me," he muttered, seeming apologetic when the move was well rehearsed and very calculated. "Pardon me, my dear. I must've lost my footing."

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serpentinedemon
2008-06-26 11:58 pm UTC (link)

The demon hardly flinched, as he felt Azirphale throw his body at him, one corner of his mouth quirking smugly. His arms wrapped around the angel equally as quickly, holding him a second before righting him, dusting him off. "Honestly, dear. Control yourself." He was amused, as he stepped back and looked around.

They were in an old hall, obviously one of the founding buildings of the university. It was obvious there was some attempt to modernize it, for the sake of the community, but the walls still smelled of soil and mold, the lights low enough to suggest old, faulty wiring.

There wouldn't have been sport to it, to drop them right into the room, so instead they were right at the door, the demon leaning against one of the sides of the frame.

"Well, then, here we are. Go on, dear," He knew the key was completely unnecessary, but it felt like... more of a gift if he was allowed to open it himself. And Crowley, for whatever reason, waned that to be the point.

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eastgateangel
2008-06-27 12:04 am UTC (link)

Zira took the key, and held it in a trembling hand. He wasn't generally prone to human emotion, but knowing what lay in wait on the other side of the door, he simply couldn't help himself. He was excited, and a little bit nervous.

He pressed the key into the lock, and felt a little thrill at the click, as the lock gave way. He looked back to the demon's face behind him, as though he needed the encouragement. Turning his attention to the door once more, he slowly pushed it forward, an unnecessary breath catching in his throat as the door swung out wide, revealing what appeared to be endless rows of musty books, very old, some nearly as old as Man himself.

"Oh my," he murmured, forgetting Crowley entirely as he stepped forward.

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	serpentinedemon 2008-06-27 12:11 am UTC (link)
	"Yes, yours," Crowley clarified, hanging back near the doorway as Aziraphale moved to explore. He'd taken on the fires of Hell, tried to Cause, then Prevent the end of the world, and even he knew better than to come between the Angel and his books. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-27 12:37 am UTC (link)
	Zira reached the nearest shelf, and put his and out to touch the spines of the books. He glanced back at Crowley, something of an irreverent look on his face. "Do come in, my dear. You've earned the right." He smiled a little smile, his eyes alight with pure, true joy. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-27 12:42 am UTC (link)

Crowley felt... something, in his chest, as he saw the look on the Angel's face, moving into the room and over to the seating area in the middle, content to let the Angel explore for a time, before drawing the attention back to himself. It was almost obscene, the way Aziraphale poured over his books, and it entertained Crowley enough to be worth it. It wasn't like this was altruistic. He had motive...

He just had to remember what it was.

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eastgateangel
2008-06-27 12:58 am UTC (link)

Even if Crowley's mind was wandering, Zira was well aware of the demon's presence, when he wasn't completely emerged in a book. He wandered to an adjoining room, where his precious rare, one of a kind and First Editions seemed to be housed. Satisfied his entire collection seemed to be present and accounted for, and perhaps a few additions he hadn't remembered mixed in, Zira made his way to Crowley's lap with a particular book in hand.

Reading a passage of sexual desire, decadent and sinful, Zira eased himself against Crowley, rubbing shamelessly and suggestively against his thigh, a free hand moving to the demon's chest, fingering the buttons of his black dress shirt, allowing skin on skin as his hand moved to slip under the folds of material.

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serpentinedemon
2008-06-27 01:03 am UTC (link)

Oh, right. This was why Crowley had bothered scavenging out the volumes. Smiling a little, he allowed Zira to finish out his passage without interruption, he ground up, eyes locked on the Angel's face as he studied the words.

Hands moved, seemingly of their own volition, sliding along the angel's side to the hem of his shirt, to ruck up the fabric, skin on skin.

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-27 01:08 am UTC (link)
	Zira shifted, his hips grinding down against the demon. He leaned back, and his eyes fluttered with a jolt of pleasure. His hand palmed across a nipple, and his fingers coordinated to give the nub a firm pinch. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-27 01:12 am UTC (link)
	Crowley let his hands move away just long enough to pluck the precious book from Aziraphale's hands, and set it aside. "There. You can read later, don't you think?" Smirking, he sat up and pressed his lips to Zira's jaw, kissing down his neck as his hands once again moved his shirt up. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-27 01:21 am UTC (link)
	"Mmm, yes, indeed, my dear. More important things, and what not." Zira rolled his hips, urging Crowley to remove his shirt. Mentally, or physically, he didn't care. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-27 01:24 am UTC (link)
	"More important than your books?" There was a tone of genuine shock, as he plucked at the shirt and sent it into the ether, craning forward to kiss at the newly-bare shoulder. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-27 01:29 am UTC (link)
	"More important is irrelevant. More pressing, perhaps. More urgent, certainly." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-27 01:37 am UTC (link)
	That got an exaggerated pout, as Crowley reached down to run his hand along his Angel's groin, tracing the outline of his length. "And definately more interactive, wouldn't you say?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-27 01:42 am UTC (link)
	"Most certainly, my dear," Zira murmured. His hand reached the button of Crowley's skin tight jeans, and at the touch, the denim melted away. "Oh dear. I do hope you can get those back..." he spoke in hushed tones against the demon's ear as his hand crept downward. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-27 01:45 am UTC (link)
	"I only wear the clothes to humor you, dear. I've not the attatchment to them, you do." He took on the same hushed tone, letting his voice lower in pitch as well as volume. With a simple motion, the angel was left nude above him, Crowley sitting back enough to look him over. "Indeed, I hope you weren't attatched to those, either." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-27 02:08 am UTC (link)
	"Yes, well, I can't have you parading around naked, now, can I?" Zira snapped his fingers, to the tune of Crowley's clothes disappearing entirely. "Imagine the chaos, the mass hysteria. And the hoards of mortals I'd have to beat down off you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-27 02:11 am UTC (link)

Crowley smirked a little, moving his hand back towards the Angel's hardening length. "The same, no doubt, as your legions of adoring fans, how did you put it? Screaming your name, flashing, and tossing you their soiled lingerie," It was a valid point, and the first sign Crowley had made, that his jealousy of the Angel's fame might go beyond him getting to 'have the fun'.

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-27 02:24 am UTC (link)
	"A career far more fitting of your personality, my dear," Zira muttered, and shifted, pressing himself against the head of Crowley's cock. He groaned, reaching back to grip Crowley in hand, keeping him steady so that Zira could sink himself down the length of his love. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-27 02:29 am UTC (link)

"I dare believe I would-" He groaned, as the Angel cut him off by taking his cock in hand, and then his world was reduced to the two of them, as the tight heat gripped him.

"Pay them no mind, but for you," It was a strangely sentimental statement for a demon, and could have been brought on simply from the pleasure, overriding his immoral sensibilities. Yes, that had to be it.

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-27 02:36 am UTC (link)
	"Naturally," Zira replied, his hips beginning to move in a calculated rhythm. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-27 02:39 am UTC (link)

Words were the Angel's little fetish, not Crowley's, and he knew he was soon to be speechless, so he decided to use his lips in other ways, kissing at the Aziraphale's chest as he moved, working his way over to a nipple. It took some effort, but he managed to work the nub into his mouth, nibbling and sucking gently on it.

One hand held Zira's hip, to offer some input into the rhythm, as the other drifted up his back, teasing at the feathered flesh of the Angel's wing.

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eastgateangel
2008-06-27 02:43 am UTC (link)

Zira was prone to murmuring soft and unintelligible words, from long dead languages, words that had no meaning outside the moment, as he moved his body in perfect sync with Crowley beneath him, the confines of the chair in which the demon sat helping to keep the angel's rhythm steady. His hands gripped the chair at Crowley's sides, needing the stability as his body rocked forward and back, riding the demon's length that filled him so fully.

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	serpentinedemon 2008-06-27 02:48 am UTC (link)
	Once he was sure that Zira had no intention of moving (not that he honestly believed that he could), Crowley let the hand at his hip drift over, taking his bobbing length in hand. He simply kept his fist there, letting the Angel rock up into it of his own pace, more fascinated with watching the act, than becoming actively involved. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-27 03:13 am UTC (link)
	The response was instant, his muscles tightening around Crowley, as his body reacted to the added pressure of Crowley's hand. Zira didn't immediately realise Crowley merely held his hand still, the pleasure washed over him in waves, at the heat of contact. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-27 03:15 am UTC (link)

'That's it, Angel, beautiful,' It was easier to coax him mentally, than to pry his mouth away from flushed skin to speak. He wasn't sure he would be able to get his lungs to cooperate enough to make the sounds, anyway, having stopped breathing once he felt the glorious heat around his cock.

Soon, biological need overrode any sense of control the demon himself had, and the body took over, rocking up into Zira's resistence as the hand began to move, stroking him quick and tight.