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

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Entry tags: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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[info]theangelfell
2008-11-23 06:01 pm UTC (link)
"Thank you, lover, Zira smiled at Crowley. He fondled the leather that now hung at his hips. He only needed to be strictly forbidden to touch himself, to test the new addition to his chastity.

The thought of it thrilled him greatly. He considered the chastity a game, because he chose to do it. he wanted to do it. He enjoyed being bound, dependent on Crowley for release and pleasure, forced to suffer frustration and denial unless his lover allowed it. It made him feel safe, in a way no other event could. It made him feel cherished, by his demon.

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[info]snakelikesmile
2008-11-23 06:29 pm UTC (link)
The demon watched him tug and pull at the restraints for a moment, letting him get a feel for the leather and the weight of it around his hips, before moving to take his hands, using his grip to pull Zira to lie next to him. "Enough of that, darling. We've had a long night. We should rest."

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[info]theangelfell
2008-11-23 06:33 pm UTC (link)
"Of course, my lover." Zira let his hands move away from the hip harness. "We ought to rest, yes." Demons didn't need to sleep, but sleep was one of Crowley's favorite guilty pleasures.

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[info]snakelikesmile
2008-11-23 06:42 pm UTC (link)
On top of it all, sleep was one of the very few times Crowley let himself hold Zira close, indulge in what he was certain would be termed 'cuddling', if anyone dared to call him on it. And right then, he wanted nothing more than to hold his Angel close, and just be for a while.

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[info]theangelfell
2008-11-23 07:06 pm UTC (link)
Zira would not be the one to call Crowley out on cuddling. He enjoyed humiliation and frustration, both of which required Crowley's direct attention. He'd get none, if he upset the demon.

He settled next to the other, pressed close to him. He would test the punishing factor of his device later, when they'd both rested. For now, he was content to lay with his demon.

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