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Anthony J Crowley (snakelikesmile) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-11-15 22:50:00

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anthony j crowley, aziraphale

Who: Crowley and Aziraphale
What: Redefining an Arrangement, now of an Unholy nature
When/Where: Tonight, Aziraphale's library under the former club, NYC.
Warnings: Oh, probably.

Crowley had spent most of the day in New York City, sorting through the rubble that had once been his nightclub, salvaging what of the remains he could before he and his Brother willed the trash into non-existence, and built it anew. He was unusually attached to some of the items that had made up his facade's office, a box of expensive trinkets and pens accompanying him down the somehow-clear stairs, towards the level below.

Nothing, not even the wiles of the universe, touched the basement of Crowley's club, so the underground halls were surprisingly intact, a thin layer of water from the exposed stairwell down the only sign something had changed. Letting himself in the library, he set the box aside, looking around the room with a sigh.

Ever since his Angel had reached an agreement with his Lord, Crowley had felt off-balance. One of the few constants in his life, as it had been, was that the Angel would be there, infuriatingly Pure and Right and... keep him on his toes. Now, with the tables turned and Zira actually being charged with helping Crowley in his work, he was left feeling... responsible. No longer was he doing things to thwart his Adversary, or act out against some known force of Good. He was Tainting just to Taint, and while he should be overjoyed about the promotion, it was difficult to swallow.

Without much thought, he found himself clearing off the desk in Aziraphale's study, setting out candles and a sheet of paper. He knew what he had to do, to put himself at ease. Dropping down into the Angel's chair, he gave a loud thought to the other, revealing his location, and the desire for company.

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snakelikesmile
2008-11-15 10:38 pm UTC (link)

Crowley couldn't help but feel a small rise of anger, when he saw the smile on his lover's face. If there was one thing he hated, it was the idea that he was overreacting about this all, even though he knew for a fact he wasn't. A small, cruel part of him (though it was thriving more and more, as time went on) almost wished to take Zira to Hell- make him see what he had chosen, what he was condemning himself to, if for some reason Ashmedai's plan fell through. The Fallen had no grasp of what he should be subject to, would be, if he or Crowley crossed the wrong person.

He did his best to banish the anger with a soft sigh, waving a hand to a chair near his. "We need to talk, Angel," Try as he might, he couldn't stop using the endearment.

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theangelfell
2008-11-15 10:50 pm UTC (link)

"Yes, yes, of course, dearest." Zira walked to the chair and sat. He shifted, making himself comfortable. He crossed one leg over the other, and leaned back in the chair. His wings protested and he straightened himself.

He looked expectantly at Crowley, feigning innocence. He knew, more or less, what Crowley wanted to speak about. The Talk was a Talk they needed to have, though neither of them really wanted to do it.

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snakelikesmile
2008-11-15 11:06 pm UTC (link)

"It seems, with the events of the past couple weeks, neither of us had paid much mind to the Date," He didn't have to say which Date- it was long ago what he had decided to call their Anniversary, since calling it that had felt too domestic, and after a while, it just became habit. "It's as much my fault as anyone's- by the time I was left dealing with this universe's idea of a joke, I... neglected, to take the time to celebrate," Crowley had never been good with these sorts of conversations, and found the words even harder to spit out, given the context.

"I feel it rather an omen, the one year we are prevented from celebrating our Arrangement, it should be broken," There was a slight tone of accusation, that he couldn't really help, but he pressed on, not intending to make this into a lecture. "It was an outdated thing, anyhow- rather useless, given the mutual apathy of the sides. Now, though- there are expectations, dearest. From each other, and by merit of our mutual changes in status. It seems only fitting, that we quit ignoring that, and let it take the place of the earlier Deal."

He didn't mention the rest- the emotions, the fear, the hurt. They could be read easily enough in his posture, and would have a time to be expressed, later. For now, he needed details, a new Arrangement, a contract; Hell had a tendency to make a bureaucrat out of Crowley.

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theangelfell
2008-11-16 11:16 am UTC (link)

"Of course, dearest," Zira shifted, settling a bit. He figured he ought to make himself physically comfortable, as he was suddenly unsettled otherwise. He'd known this Conversation was coming, and there wasn't any way around it. Assumptions were all good and well, but also faulty and often ill-fated.

He'd merely hoped to avoid the Confrontation a while longer. As tense as it made him, he knew it affect Crowley far worse. Zira had made his choice. He had gone to Alexia of his own free will. He had asked the Lord of Hell to take him in. Crowley hadn't been given the luxury of choice, not in the Beginning, and not now.

More than ever, Zira wished he'd taken the time to speak with Crowley, before he'd gone to Alexia. He knew it wasn't a matter of Crowley being upset with his choice, but rather the ripple effect, the ramifications of his choice. The shift in balance. No longer his Opposing Equal, Zira was situated under him, making Crowley responsible for his lover. It was awkward, to be sure, despite the other checks that fell in to place. No longer could the angel be used against Crowley, no longer could his angelic status be used to keep him in check. There were plus and minuses to every decision.

"As I understand it," Zira found his voice at last, before his thoughts drifted to Cassiel and how the babe might be used agianst them. "I work under you, dearest. I am to do your biding, whatever it is you ask of me." He shifted, a small push of air escaping him as the device on his cock held his sex firm. Hadn't that been the first Concession, as Zira had surrendered his sex to Crowley even before his meeting with Alexia.

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snakelikesmile
2008-11-16 12:55 pm UTC (link)

"Did you ever stop and think maybe I didn't want a servant out of this all, dearest? I've spoken with my Brother, I understand why he put you in my care. For now, it makes sense. But your eagerness to lapse into the yesman is insulting, to the both of us. Moreover, it's dangerous in these circles. I might be of a bit better Status, now, but even still, there are those both Above and Below that are going to want us to fail, and I'm not going to be able to worry after you constantly." He caught the worry after their daughter, and gave a significant Look for it, but just went on.

"I relish the games, Aziraphale. You know I do. But I never think of you as anything less than my equal, and neither should you. Fuck job descriptions. So long as you don't go mouthing off to Ashmedai, he'll look the other way, whatever we do." That went for Cassiel, as well, Crowley believed; so long as they kept her from creating any large scene, the Sides should let her be. She was just a child, after all.

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theangelfell
2008-11-16 02:35 pm UTC (link)

Aziraphale nodded. Crowley made a point he hadn't considered before. He hadn't meant to make himself a servant of the demon, though he had known he would not be Crowley's equal in the Lower Ranks. He'd only a vague idea of hell, garnered mostly from the bits and pieces Crowley had shared over the years.

"You needn't worry after me, dearest. I'm quite capable of taking care of myself. I know what I, what we, are up against, and now that we are officially on the same Side, I dare to think no Enemy can take us down. I've had my Alliances in the past, darling. To you, certainly, but to my Lord first and foremost. Now it happens that the Lord I serve is the same as yours. I may not be your Equal in rank, dearest, but there is none who knows you as well as I."

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snakelikesmile
2008-11-16 04:03 pm UTC (link)

Crowley was obviously having to work to keep himself calm during the conversation, his own wings rustling under his shirt. "You have no idea what you are up against, Angel. Even the humans would kill you as soon as talk to you, now, if they knew what you were. And believe me when I say, you do not wish to die." He had ventured Down, to gain his new body, and even he was unfomfortable in the lowest Circle. He had dared to hope he would save Aziraphale from ever having to know such a thing, but now he couldn't. He merely had to hope the Angel managed to lose some of his Innocence, before being sent Down.

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theangelfell
2008-11-16 04:39 pm UTC (link)

"At least I might feel useful, once again, Crowley," Zira answered. He had a vague notion of the gravity of the situation, but he couldn't fathom the true depths of Hell. He barely remembered the pure beauty of Heaven, any more.

"I made a choice, dearest. I wish to be by your side, support you in your ventures. I no longer feel the Call of Above, it's quite evident my Lord had abandoned me some time ago, and lacked the interest to speak to me, or send me Below by His own hand." Zira sighed. He moved to lay a palm to Crowley's cheek.

"I can not undo the pact I made with Alexia, nor do I choose to undo it. I made my choice, dearest, and I should like that you would support me now."

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snakelikesmile
2008-11-16 05:45 pm UTC (link)

Sighing out a soft hiss when he felt the hand to his cheek, Crowley let his eyes drift shut, glad he maintained a fully human body, despite the change. It made things easier to bear, in public at least. "It was never a question of you having my support, dearest." His hand reached out to rest over Zira's heart, where his Mark still lay on his love's skin. "No matter what, I promised you that. I just wish it hadn't come to this."

Crowley slid his hand up to rest on Zira's jaw, pulling him in for a kiss- not possessive, not demanding, but still passionate in its own right.

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theangelfell
2008-11-16 06:44 pm UTC (link)

"Would you have preferred I go on pretending my Lord cared for me?" Zira asked. he wasn't trying to insight a fight, but he wanted to be clear. He had Fallen, the moment he took interest in Crowley's sex. It was only passive disinterest from both Sides that allowed him to maintain his Angel status.

"My Principality has long been a joke, dearest. I'll not be a joke any longer. I joined your Side, not because it was your Side, but because someone with some measure of power Cares. He took interest in you, and I should like to think I can support your Cause, dearest. I do not wish to be your underling, but I respect my position as such, in social circles."

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snakelikesmile
2008-11-16 06:57 pm UTC (link)

He pressed his hand against Zira's jaw with a bit of force, tilting his head up a bit in an appraising way. "It's good someone seems to finally Care, yes," Both a comment on their shared Lord, and Zira himself. Rather than make Crowley annoyed, he actually appreciated Zira's boldness, having been looking for a spark the whole time.

His hand fell away, and he nodded once. "Good. Then we're understood." Rolling his shoulders, Crowley let his wings shift under his shirt again, trying to get comfortable. "The question is what we're going to do from here."

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theangelfell
2008-11-16 07:20 pm UTC (link)

"I don't imagine there need be a drastic change, dearest." Zira suggested, fingering Crowley's hair. "I am still myself. And you are still you." He let his hand move to caress Crowley's chest. "Here, at home and with Cassiel, we are still equals, dearest, and yet even in the privacy of our own home, I concede to you." He moved to press his cock against Crowley's thigh, not sexual so much as deliberately allowing him to feel the press of the Gates Zira wore.

"I never meant to upset you, Serpent. I had thought my decision would please you. I know now I didn't think it through, but even if we had discussed it, I dare to think the result would have been the same, and it's better this way. I went to Ashmedai of my own choosing, without pressure or even suggestion from you."

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snakelikesmile
2008-11-16 07:45 pm UTC (link)

Crowley let a hand move out to caress Zira's arm, even as his leg shifted to rub against his cock. "And I apologize, for throwing such a fit. I suppose I was just..." He shook his head. "It's done. I need to... let it be done." He smiled wryly, the first time in a long time he allowed himself to do so. "As always, the more rational of us." That earned him a little nudge to his cock, a slight heat touching the rings through Crowley's Will.

"Now, though, Zira... we have a bit of business to take care of. You're to be working in vices, here, in a city rife with sin. The work is almost done for you, but I dare say, you need a bit of an education, in just what it takes to tempt."

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	theangelfell 2008-11-16 08:39 pm UTC (link)
	"Yes of course, dearest," Zira's hips rolled forward. His wings spasmed at his back. "I hear you are the expert, no?" he smiled, hips pressing forward, seeking the motion of friction he knew would drive him mad with frustration. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

snakelikesmile
2008-11-16 09:02 pm UTC (link)

"That would be why it was left to me to train you, yes." He ground back up against Aziraphale, giving a thought to the rings around his lover's cock, tightening them just slightly. "The first question is always finding out what the other wants..." He gave a gentle probing into his lover's mind, reading his surface thoughts, wanting Zira to show him what he wanted from the night.

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	theangelfell 2008-11-16 10:02 pm UTC (link)
	Zira's mind flashed openly to Crowley. His desires were more of the same, denial and frustration, as Crowley took his pleasure, followed by a fight, the two of them soaring among the clouds in the sky. He hadn't had much opportunity to spread his wings, lately. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

snakelikesmile
2008-11-16 10:15 pm UTC (link)

Crowley smiled, the faintest sight of fangs, as he surged up to stand, letting Zira fall to the floor; there was carpet, to break his fall, but it was rough enough to provide the illusion of the struggle he seemed to relish so much.

"I want you to follow me, then, darling. I'll not be reduced to taking pleasure in this condition. To bed," He started off in that direction, leaving it to Zira if and how he followed.

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theangelfell
2008-11-16 10:20 pm UTC (link)

Zira grunted as he hit the floor. He rolled a little, and felt his slacks drop to his hips, exposing his ass. He made no immediate move to remedy the situation.

As Crowley moved away from him, he drew his knees and his arms up, putting himself in position to crawl. His slacks had rolled down just enough to let his cock hang down, which he assumed was the point of it, so he would feel the strain of the rings as he crawled on his knees.

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snakelikesmile
2008-11-16 10:28 pm UTC (link)

He hadn't expected his lover to crawl, but Crowley made no move to make him stand; it had been his choice, to submit so fully, and he would respect that.

Once in the bedroom, he moved to sit on the bed, watching the Fallen crawl over to him. "Come now, Angel, hurry up. It's getting warm in here, and I am far too dressed," He wanted the other's hands on him, undressing him, touching him everywhere. It was indulgent, and would keep him from having to restrain Aziraphale from touching himself.

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	theangelfell 2008-11-19 06:18 pm UTC (link)
	Zira crawled the last few steps to the side of the bed. Moving up to his knees, he put his hands to Crowley's thighs. He strained up, seeking a kiss from his love as his hands moved to tug at Crowley's clothes. He would take care to undress him, making quick work of the clothing the demon wore, removing it by hand. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

snakelikesmile
2008-11-19 06:39 pm UTC (link)

Crowley let an unnecessary breath out in a slow sigh, relaxing under the touch of his lover. It was obvious the attention was going to go a long way towards making him feel more balanced, the grunts and grumbles turning to dirty phrases of promise and affection, muttered soft, as if he was afraid of knocking them off balance again.

Once he was undressed, he sat back, one hand moving down to stroke at himself while he nodded a gesture to Aziraphale. "Your turn now, Angel. And do make it interesting,"

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	theangelfell 2008-11-19 09:03 pm UTC (link)
	Zira stood on his feet. Looking at Crowley, eyes heavy with lust and desire to please his love, he started to move his hips. his hands moved up his chest, and back down, slow and sensual, in time to a beat he kept in his head, sloe and steady. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

snakelikesmile
2008-11-19 09:12 pm UTC (link)

"Good," The word was a growl, low in the demon's throat, as his eyes watched the sway of the Fallen's form, the way the clothes seemed to melt away from his body. The thought crossed his mind, to just will the fabric off and away, but he was enjoying the show, so he would be patient, and let Zira move at his own pace. At least, as long as his own need would allow.

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	theangelfell 2008-11-20 07:31 pm UTC (link)
	Zira dropped the last of his clothes to the floor behind him. Naked, save the rings that bound his cock, he stood before Crowley. He ran his hands over his chest, pinching each of his nipples for the effect, and a moan. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	snakelikesmile 2008-11-20 07:37 pm UTC (link)
	One hand reached out lazily, beckoning Zira to come closer. Sitting up as he walked forward, he was left with the beautiful sight of the bound cock in his face, and couldn't help but sit forward, slipping his mouth over the flesh and down to the first steel ring, without a word. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)