[identity profile] ineffable-angel.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] neutral_omens
Date: December 14, 1999
Setting: Crowley and Azirphale's bathroom
Status: Private - Crowley, Aziraphale
Summary: Aziraphale notices Crowley's hurts.



"Owfuck."

The exclamation was not the first from the bathroom, and caused the angel to look up once again. "Are you quite certain you're all right?"

"Yes, angel, fine. Ow."

"You don't sound all right." Aziraphale found his cane and clattered to the bathroom, unwieldly on the hard floors. "You sound..."

He stopped. Crowley was shirtless and staring at himself in the mirror. The large one. That gave Aziraphale a very good view of the demon's naked chest, which he'd not seen for centuries.

"Um," Aziraphale said, mouth suddenly dry.

"What?" Crowley said irritably, turning around.

"You're - what happened?"

Date: 2005-12-21 07:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anthony-crowley.livejournal.com
"Michael happened, damn it," said Crowley, scowling.

While his back was to the mirror, he looked over his shoulder. The right side of his upper back was red and scraped where he'd rolled on it. That's going to be sore for a couple of days, he thought. Then he turned back to examine the left side of his jaw again.

"I shared some unpleasant truths with his would-be boyfriend and Mikey was severely displeased."

Crowley wondered how much more he ought to tell Aziraphale about what he'd learned. The last time they'd discussed it, they had gotten into a big argument. But that had been before... He thought maybe he could risk it.

"Although I did learn some useful information afterwards. Turns out that Michael was indeed the one who tried to kill me," he refrained from adding, 'like I told you before', "...and he says he got the order from Gabriel."

He touched his lip again in the way that one cannot help prodding at a sore spot.

"Fuck, that hurts."

Date: 2005-12-27 04:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anthony-crowley.livejournal.com
Crowley winced as Aziraphale touched his jaw but as he stared into Aziraphale's blue eyes so close to his own, he no longer noticed the pain.

"Just let you what, angel?" he asked in a low tone.

Date: 2005-12-27 07:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anthony-crowley.livejournal.com
"Don't be," said Crowley, dazedly. "It's, uh, actually feeling a little better now. Maybe if you don't mind trying that again...?"

He smiled, stepped forward, and caressed Aziraphale's cheek. Nobody had told him about sympathy kisses. He thought that maybe getting punched by Michael wasn't so bad after all.

Date: 2005-12-28 07:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anthony-crowley.livejournal.com
"Is it?" asked Crowley, shivering at the angel's breath in his ear. "Oh."

He stuck his tongue out and touched it gingerly to his lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood there. He shrugged.

"Well, I suppose that's what I get for standing up to the Commander-in-Chief of all of Heaven's army, but someone had to do it and it might as well be me."

Crowley smirked cheekily at his obvious ploy for more attention, then said, "Hang on, angel. You've got some on you, too."

He leaned in again and licked across Aziraphale's bottom lip.

"That's better."

Date: 2006-01-01 10:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anthony-crowley.livejournal.com
Crowley grinned at Aziraphale's obvious discomposure, although it took a huge effort of will not to glance down to see exactly how discomposed he was. But smiling widely opened his lip again and the painful tug brought him back to the problem at hand.

"Maybe some ice would be helpful," he conceeded, ignoring the fact that he could heal it easily without the angel's help. Perhaps if Aziraphale felt guilty about hurting him again, he'd try to make it up to him somehow...

Date: 2006-01-03 08:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anthony-crowley.livejournal.com
Crowley caught the hand that was currently holding ice to his lip and pulled it down to wrap around his bare waist, conveniently leaving his mouth free. He was having trouble thinking clearly, which may have been due to the punch or may instead be due to the flushed, whimpering angel in his arms who clearly wanted more.

Not a demon to disappoint, Crowley covered Aziraphale's mouth with his own as he tugged him through the door leading into his bedroom. He licked at the angel's lips as they moved across the floor and was granted access just as he tumbled onto the bed, pulling Aziraphale down with him.

Ignoring the pain and the insistent demands of his body, he focused solely on the willing mouth against his.

Date: 2006-01-06 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anthony-crowley.livejournal.com
Not even the most famous lovers in history could have continued their amourous activities with ice water running down their bare torso. So, unsurprisingly, Crowley let out an undignified yip and slid quickly away from Aziraphale.

Breathing heavily, he peered into the angel's very blue eyes, suddenly nervous about what they'd been doing, what he'd further wanted to do, and how forward he'd been. He stared wide-eyed and unblinking at Aziraphale as he anxiously waited to hear if he'd crossed the line.

Date: 2006-01-07 10:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anthony-crowley.livejournal.com
"Slow?" asked Crowley, his voice breaking slightly in relief. He cleared his throat and continued an octave lower. "Uhm, slow. I... I can do slow."

He moved closer, closing his eyes against the bright gaze, and took possession of Aziraphale's mouth once more. This time he did move slowly and deliberately, licking across the angel's lips, pulling the lower one into his mouth and sucking it lightly before releasing it, and gently sliding his tongue into the waiting mouth beyond. He explored for a few moments enjoying the tastes and textures, feeling the two offset teeth along the bottom scrape softly across his tongue, and enjoying the smooth press of tongue to tongue, lips to lips. Then he withdrew, wordlessly inviting Aziraphale to investigate him in return.

Date: 2006-01-17 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anthony-crowley.livejournal.com
When Aziraphale finished with his explorations, Crowley felt a strong impulse to continue on into other places where clothing would be a hindrance, but the thought suddenly terrified him and he broke their kiss. Breathing heavily, he rolled onto his stomach with his forehead pressed against the bed and took a few moments to compose himself before his muffled voice emanated from the depths of the duvet.

"I, uh, that was quite... quite. I think that I, that is my lip, is feeling better now," he said with a slight groan.

Date: 2006-02-05 07:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anthony-crowley.livejournal.com
Crowley would have been surprised at the turn Aziraphale's thoughts had taken, despite the fact that his were travelling down a very similar path. Still, he blamed it on his demonic nature and turned his face away.

"Yeah, uh, feeling much better now, so I guess you could go back to whatever it was that you were doing..." while I still have some slight control over myself.

Date: 2006-02-06 06:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anthony-crowley.livejournal.com
Crowley groaned slightly after Aziraphale left, then flopped over onto his back. As his hand drifted across his bare chest of its own accord, he thought that there must have been a better way to handle that, but couldn't for the life of him figure out what it was. He tried to puzzle it out, but his thoughts kept turning to shining eyes and swollen lips and the metallic tang of blood.

After a while, feeling a little depraved and helpless, he gave in to his body's desires, pretending that the angel hadn't gone.

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