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“A Little Piece of Heaven” was the biggest, best, and most reputable resort in the country that specially catered for people during their heat or rut. The resort was set in the countryside, a large sectioned off space, privately owned, and pretty pricey, though you got what you paid for. And what you paid for was privacy, a little slice of the world to go through one’s heat or rut in whatever manner they chose, whether that be with a partner or alone. The many acres were divided up into lots by tall fences, each with it’s own oversized cabin, pool, garden, lawn, small patch of woodland, and enough space to not be smelt by, or smell, anyone else. Each affected guest was also assigned their own personal attendant to see to their every whim, though in no way were they allowed to interfere or assist with one’s heat or rut, it was forbidden by resort policy.

It was also against resort policy to have an alpha attendant placed with an omega guest, and vice versa, even with the use of scent cuffs. The resort had a reputation to uphold after all, and couldn’t risk anything unsavoury happening…except when it suited management to do so, of course.

“Azzziraphale…” came Gabriel’s annoying, sing song voice as the man himself sidled into the attendant’s meal room, fluffy golden tail held high, purple eyes shining.

Barely managing to not roll his eyes, Aziraphale couldn’t stop his pointed white furred ears from twitching in irritation as he raised his crystal blue eyes to Gabriel, knowing already that he wasn’t going to like whatever Gabriel was about to ask of him.

“Yes, Gabriel?” he managed a neutral tone at least.

“Mrs Sandwich is checking out this afternoon, correct?”

“I believe so…” Aziraphale answered, suspicious of where this was going.

“Perfect. I’m going to need you to work extra this week, we’ve just had a last minute booking,” Gabriel informed him, not even giving him a choice.

“We don’t take last minute bookings,” Aziraphale reminded him, ears twitching again.

Sure, other places did, but not ‘A Little Piece of Heaven’, they were the kind of place that required advanced bookings, especially because their services were highly sought after.

“We do for repeat clients,” Gabriel’s voice said not to argue about it, “ones that pay handsomely and don’t make a fuss.”

They were both alphas but unfortunately Gabriel outranked him at the resort by being the manager and the owner’s son, whereas Aziraphale was merely an attendant. Aziraphale didn’t mind his job, it paid quite well, and he found satisfaction in helping people through what could be a difficult time for some. That fact often got him requested by repeat customers to be their attendant again, and they tended to tip him also. Unfortunately working under Gabriel was a bit of a nightmare, and it was situations like this one that had led Aziraphale to almost quitting a few times already.

“I suppose I could shift some things around and do a little extra this week,” Aziraphale acquiesced after managing to suppress his sigh, truth be told he wouldn’t mind the extra money that month, perhaps he could even afford that nifty first edition book that he’d had his eye on, “who’s the client?”

A wolfish grin (pun intended) spread across his manager’s face, “There’s a good fellow, knew I could count on you. Mr Crowley arrives at noon tomorrow, make sure his usual cabin is ready for him.”

“Wait…Gabriel, no, Mr Crowley is an omega,” Aziraphale balked, ears tilting back a little, grip tightening on his mug, “and it is most certainly against company policy for me to be his attendant!”

“Well, unfortunately you are the only person available for the job, both Maggie and Uriel are on leave, so we’re short on omegas at the moment,” Gabriel was growing frustrated, Aziraphale could tell not only from the sway of his tail, but from the way his scent changed, adding a tinge of burnt charcoal to the room. “Besides, I already informed Mr Crowley that the only available attendant was an…alpha,” Gabriel said the word with a sneer, he’d always thought Aziraphale to be inferior because he wasn’t all bravado and didn’t like to brag or show off like most alphas, and he made sure that Aziraphale knew it too, “and he still went ahead with the booking, even agreed to sign a waiver.”

“Oh…” Aziraphale deflated slightly, his floofy white tail sagging down through the tail gap in the back of his chair.

“I still expect you to be a professional though, Aziraphale,” Gabriel’s tone implied that he’d ever been anything but a model employee, which was complete nonsense. In the five years that he’d worked at ‘A Little Piece of Heaven’ Aziraphale had never even put a toe out of line or had a single complaint.

“You know that I will be,” Aziraphale assured his manager.

“Good,” Gabriel nodded, seemingly satisfied, “any who, must be off. Don’t forget that he likes the black silk sheets. Cheerio.”

XXX

Aziraphale had been looking forward to sleeping in his own bed in his own home instead of the attendant’s quarters at the resort for the next few days. Usually they got a minimum of three days off between clients, longer if the stay lasted a week or more, but Aziraphale had agreed to take Mr Crowley on with less than twenty four hours in between, which ruined those plans. Not that he was given much of a choice.

It wasn’t the first time that he had been asked to do something like this, sometimes Aziraphale was able to get out of it, but usually it was a case of what Gabriel requests, Gabriel gets. Thankfully it was a client that Aziraphale quite liked and not one of the less likeable regulars.

Mr Crowley was tall, thin, and rather handsome with piercing yellow eyes under dark sunglasses, and flaming red hair down past his shoulders that matched well with the reddish brown fur of his ears and tail. The swagger in his hips as he walked, or rather sauntered, was overly dramatic but showed off his firm bottom in his ridiculously tight black jeans – not that Aziraphale had looked, that would be unprofessional. Notes of freshly dug earth, rich dark chocolate, and smoky wood fire filled any room he entered, and while Mr Crowley may have been an omega, he stood proud and unfazed, his presence demanding respect.

Of course they’d met a few times as anyone who was available could check in guests and wait with them while their assigned attendant came to show them to their cabin. While Mr Crowley could occasionally be a bit grouchy, he was never condescending like some of their other well-off guests, and he had also once complemented Aziraphale’s custom made neck scent collar; a tartan bow tie. They’d had a little small talk over the years, but not much beyond that, there hadn’t been much of a chance for it, until now.

“Mr Crowley! Welcome back,” Aziraphale greeted from behind the check in desk as the man himself approached, sunglasses in place despite being inside.

“Hello, Aziraphale,” Mr Crowley replied quietly, playing anxiously with the strap of the holdall bag sitting heavy on his shoulder. Aziraphale had long given up asking if he’d like assistance with his bag, he was just about the only guest that insisted on carrying their own luggage. “Would you mind calling my attendant before you start checking me in, really need to get to my cabin, sooner the better.”

“I understand, my dear,” Aziraphale said kindly, the poor dear was sweaty and fidgety, tail wrapped around his leg, clearly right on the cusp of his heat, not to mention that he smelt absolutely divine underneath the crisp mountain air of his anxiety, a last minute booking indeed. “However, your attendant is already here, so if you could just swipe your card, and sign this waiver form that I believe the manager, Gabriel, informed you about on the phone, we can get moving in just a tick.”

Instead of hurrying to do as instructed like Aziraphale had expected, Mr Crowley instead gaped at Aziraphale, his eyebrows trying to meet his hair, “You’re my attendant!?”

“Yes, is that a problem?” Aziraphale queried, a frown forming on his face, “I was told that you agreed to this over the phone, but I can call for Gabriel if you’ve changed your mind.”

“Huh? What? No, no, I haven’t changed my mind, I just-er, nevermind,” he shook his head making the hair not tied up in a bun swish about his shoulders, and snatched up the provided pen, hastily signing the necessary paperwork, then swiped his card as Aziraphale typed and clicked at the computer.

When the alpha finished with the check in and looked back to his client, Mr Crowley was rocking on the balls of his feet, ears slightly wilting at the tips, and chewing on his lip showing off a particularly sharp looking fang. Most people didn’t have fangs or claws, it was a highly uncommon trait that was usually the result of werewolf genes dominating human genes in those areas – or so Aziraphale had read - yet Mr Crowley seemed to have both.

After the long raging war between werewolves and humans, some tens of thousands of years ago, the werewolves had prevailed, and every remaining human was turned. Over time, the constant changing back and forth had some people become caught between forms, unable to fully transition into one form or the other any longer. Similarly, some young started to be born in these in between forms, sporting features from both, and unable to change, this became more and more common until the entire population lost the ability to change altogether. Some say it was the werewolf and human genes finding harmony within the body, other’s say natural selection or evolution, it’s never been entirely clear. However, they were still slowly changing, werewolf features were more prominent to begin with, but in recent years they had become more subtle, human genes dominating over the werewolf ones. Claws and fangs had been two of the werewolf features lost in the last five hundred years, which was why it was so strange to see someone who had just one of these things, let alone both.

“All ready to go if you are?” Aziraphale smiled before grabbing the keys to Crowley’s usual cabin.

“Please,” Crowley’s voice was low, and sounded somewhat desperate, which he seemed to realise also as he immediately cringed and groaned in embarrassment, swearing under his breath.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, my dear, I’m not here to judge you, only assist in whatever way I can,” Aziraphale reminded him gently, wishing that he could give Mr Crowley a comforting pat to the arm but knowing better. “Shall we?” he inquired, gesturing toward the big double doors on the other side of the lobby to which Crowley entered. After a nod, and Aziraphale coming around the desk to join Crowley, some mumbling came from his client while they exited the lobby that Aziraphale couldn’t quite make out, “Sorry?”

“Nothin’,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand.

Aziraphale hid his frown behind a professional smile, and continued them on their way.

On the short golf cart ride to his client’s cabin Aziraphale went over a few rules as was standard whether the client was a regular or not, and asked if there were any special requests or anything that he should be aware of for assisting Mr Crowley throughout his stay at the resort. There were very few, and he seemed to be someone easily pleased, which made Aziraphale more intrigued by him, even more so when the main request that was mentioned was to drop the ‘Mister’ as he preferred to be referred to as just Crowley.

Upon arrival at cabin thirteen, Crowley’s usual cabin, Aziraphale exited the golf cart to unlock the gate, and then drove them up the path to the front steps. The cart had barely stopped before Crowley was grabbing for his bag and heading toward the front door of the cabin, taking the steps two at a time. Aziraphale followed behind him, hurrying to catch up and open the door for him.

“Welcome to your cabin,” Aziraphale smiled, allowing the door to swing open and let Crowley, who was breathing audibly, in first, “here is your key,” he offered the single key card to Crowley, who snatched it, rather delicately despite his claws, on the way past.

Aziraphale made to follow him through the door to help get him settled, but Crowley dropped his bag beside the door and turned in the doorway, arms creating a barrier with the frame, making Aziraphale almost run into him. Good lord, Aziraphale was already struggling to ignore the heavenly and enticing scent of the intriguing, handsome omega entering his heat, but being that close meant that he was engulfed in that bitter, rich, smoky smell of him, and it took all of Aziraphale’s professionalism and self control to take a step back.

The tiniest whine made it to Aziraphale’s ears, almost drowned out by the way Crowley’s breath was turning a little ragged, sweat gathering on his forehead, tail tapping against his leg, “Look, uh, I don’t mean to be rude, Aziraphale, but…” Crowley’s gaze seemed to drift over Aziraphale from behind his sunglasses for a moment, fang in his lip again before he turned his head to the side and cleared his throat, “I-I need you to leave. Now. Promise I’ll buzz when I need you-er, something.”

“Of course, my dear, you know where the intercoms are,” he smiled empathetically, “I hope you have a pleasant stay.”

“Cheers,” was Crowley’s hasty farewell before he closed the door with a little extra force than necessary.

XXX

It was quite a few hours before Crowley’s intercom rang on Aziraphale’s work phone, well past dark and dinner time, but Aziraphale hadn’t wanted to bother him when he’d asked to be left alone.

He’d jumped at the loud tone, having been comfortable in bed and invested in the book that he was currently reading. With a hand to his chest, and tail resting back across his legs, Aziraphale picked up the phone from the simple wooden bedside table and answered in his professional voice, “Hi, M-Crowley, Aziraphale here, how can I be of assistance?”

“Um, I was wondering…” he started, then there was silence down the line and Aziraphale would’ve thought that he’d hung up except that he could hear him breathe, and linen rustle, “ugh…” he finally growled, “I-nah, it’s stupid, never mind, I shouldn’t have bothered you, it’s late…I think, you were probably asleep,” Crowley sounded so unsure, so unlike the confident man he usually portrayed, and on top of that he seemed exhausted.

“It’s alright, you know you can call any time of the day or night, that’s what I’m here for,” Aziraphale reminded him gently, gaze darting to the window where the silvery light of the full moon filtered in between the blinds, “and to help further put your mind at ease, I wasn’t asleep, just reading a book,” he never slept well on a full moon, mind always too alert, ears picking up every little sound, it was one of the reasons that he had been keen to be in his own bed.

After a beat Crowley unexpectedly asked, “What book?”

“Oh, um, it’s called Good Omens,” Aziraphale stumbled, unprepared for such a question.

After a stifled yawn Crowley surprised the alpha again, “What’s it about?”

“Erm, well, it’s about an angel and a demon who are working together in secret to stop the apocalypse,” Aziraphale informed him, resisting going into detail.

“Hm, an angel reading about angels, fitting,” he said softly, sleepily perhaps.

Aziraphale’s eyebrows knitted together, “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Always thought…you looked like…an angel,” Crowley slowly breathed out.

Oh. “Uh, that’s sweet, my dear,” he responded, his cheeks going rosy, “it-it sounds like you’re falling asleep, was there something that you needed before going to sleep?”

“Jus’ wanted to talk, s’all,” Crowley confessed with a sigh and a hint of sadness in his voice, “too tired.”

“We can talk later if you’d like, but you should get some rest while you can,” Aziraphale encouraged him, not because he wasn’t enjoying talking to Crowley, but because the omega really did need the rest.

“Mm…yeah,” the word was muffled as if spoken into a pillow.

“Alright, I’ll bring you some breakfast in the morning since you didn’t have dinner, now go to sleep, my dear,” Aziraphale told him.

“Ngk,” Crowley made a noise in his throat, “’kay, alpha, nigh’ night.”

Something red hot went through Aziraphale’s core, and he sat there stricken for a moment before realising that he should say something, but there was already a gentle snoring coming from the other end of the line.

“Goodnight, Crowley,” he whispered and then hung up.

Trying desperately not to replay Crowley’s last words in his mind, Aziraphale tried to go back to his book, but that only made him think of the fact that Crowley thought of him as an angel. Eventually he gave up and turned off the lamp, tossing and turning until he fell into a restless sleep, complete with a rather inappropriate dream featuring his current client.

In the morning Aziraphale tried to put the dream and the previous night’s conversation out of his mind as he collected breakfast for Crowley and headed down to his cabin, greeting a couple of his colleagues along the way.

When he arrived, Aziraphale knocked on the front door and waited. After a minute or so he buzzed the door’s intercom, “Hello? Crowley?” but still no answer.

Just as Aziraphale was getting slightly concerned and considering whether to let himself inside or not, he saw a flash of something red in his peripheral. As he turned around the omega he was looking for appeared in front of him, sweaty, cheeks and chest flushed, and naked apart from sunglasses and a pair of black boxer briefs that were so tented in the front that Aziraphale could clearly see the outline of his hard cock. That wasn’t even mentioning the invitingly rich, smoky smell of him, and the way it made Aziraphale salivate and his own cock stir.

“Aziraphale!” Crowley puffed, looking a little surprised, “What’re you-oh! Breakfast, right, sorry, forgot…was out for a run,” he explained between breaths.

“Good morning, Crowley,” Aziraphale greeted, carefully keeping his eyes above the waist – though Crowley was a feast above the waist too - and his tongue in his mouth, “er, that’s not a problem, haven’t been here long, just thought I’d drop this off to you, see if you need anything…perhaps fresh sheets or towels?”

Crowley took the tray from Aziraphale and leaned in, glasses sliding down his nose and inhaling close to the lidded plates, “Mmn, fuck that smells good,” he groaned, yellow eyes closed, then he murmured, “bet you smell better.”

Aziraphale inhaled sharply, which didn’t help his own body’s reaction to the omega in front of him, “Pardon?”

Crowley’s eyes flicked open, and he stood back up straight hiding his eyes again, “Uh, I said thanks for this, didn’t realise how hungry I was til I smelt it,” he lied, “and, um…” he suddenly looked embarrassed again, “might need some fresh linen a bit later today, if that’s alright?”

“Of course,” Aziraphale nodded, professional smile plastered on his face, “and you’re welcome, you didn’t ask for dinner, and I didn’t want to disturb you, but I must insist that you eat at least once a day, to keep your strength up, yes?”

Below the waist Crowley’s cock twitched in his underwear, above it his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, “Yes, alpha,” he croaked, and then his eyebrows rose behind his sunglasses as he must’ve realised what he’d said, “shit. Shit.”

“Crowley…” his smell had suddenly become even more intoxicating, which likely indicated that this fresh wave of arousal had the omega leaking if he hadn’t been already, even though Aziraphale couldn’t smell the slick specifically.

“I-I gotta go,” Crowley told him brokenly, rushing for the front door, ears down, tail between his legs, tray in hand, “see you later, angel,” he called out before the door shut on Aziraphale for a second time in two days.

It was inevitable that Aziraphale spent the rest of the day alternating between hearing ‘alpha’ and ‘angel’ in Crowley’s voice in his mind, which coincided with a feeling of warmth in his gut and chest respectively. All the while desperately trying to get the overwhelming aroma of his arousal out of his nose. Thankfully Aziraphale was on rut suppressants, which made it easier to do his job, plus he had no one to see him through a rut, hadn’t for a long time, and didn’t fancy going through the ordeal alone. He was thankful because the way that Crowley was affecting him meant that they were compatible, and not just sexually, or at least that was what Aziraphale chose to believe because surely there was more to attraction than just status and the need to mate. He was thankful because a reaction that strong very well could have triggered a rut, and that was not optimal to say the least.

Apart from all of that though, Crowley was arguably one of the easiest clients he’d ever had thus far, he’d asked for very little, and only called on Aziraphale once, simply to talk, something Aziraphale was trying not to read into too deeply. Of course, he still had a duty to look after him though, which was why Aziraphale was back at Crowley’s door with fresh linen and a snack platter later that day, just as the sky faded from blue to purple and the sun slipped away completely.

When Crowley opened the door he was naked bar his underwear again, though for the first time the sunglasses were gone, and Aziraphale got to see the full bare beauty of those bold yellow eyes looking straight at him. The breath was knocked out of him, Crowley’s eyes had an intensity that spoke volumes, and Aziraphale wanted to dive into them and memorise every line. In the back of his mind he wondered if Crowley knew how readable his eyes were and that was why he always wore the glasses to remain aloof and unknowable.

Trying to regain his composure Aziraphale took a deep breath in, which had been a terrible idea considering who was in front of him, and felt his whole body react with desire. He swallowed, and the fresh linen slipped out of his grasp – luckily it wasn’t the food platter – breaking the spell.

“Oh bother, my apologies, I’ll have to bring you some new ones,” Aziraphale hurried to say, remembering that he was supposed to be doing his job, not staring longingly at his client.

“That’s not necessary,” Crowley assured him, and reached out, pulling the silk sheets from Aziraphale’s grasp, their hands just barely touching in the process, “th-there’s nothing wrong with these.”

“If you’re sure?” when Crowley nodded Aziraphale followed up with, “Would you like me to come in and remake the bed for you…or, um, tidy up?”

A long moment passed along with many emotions and thoughts in Crowley’s eyes, and Aziraphale was sure that he was going to decline, especially since he seemed like a private and somewhat shy kind of person, at least while in heat.

“I-I never let anyone in during...” Crowley started, ears wilted, and Aziraphale thought he’d been right, but then he surprised the alpha, “but, you’re diff-I trust-ngh,” he sighed with his whole body and scrubbed a hand down his tired but handsome face, showing the toll his heat was taking on him. Aziraphale had never gone into rut during a full moon, but he’d heard that it was particularly rough even with a partner, he couldn’t imagine going through it alone, “Yes, come in.”

Crowley stepped back, allowing Aziraphale entrance, and the alpha proceeded over the threshold, instantly realising that he was making a mistake entering Crowley’s lodgings while he was in heat, despite the fact that he was providing the services that he was being paid for. The air was damn near suffocating with Crowley’s scent, especially the closer he got to the bedroom, and against his best efforts to remain unaffected, Aziraphale was getting quite hot and bothered, already half hard in his trousers.

The food was put down in the kitchenette and then Aziraphale went to the bedroom where it seemed that Crowley had disappeared to. The bed was already stripped, the old silk sheets a black mass in Crowley’s arms, he seemed to watch Aziraphale closely as he held them out for the attendant to take. Even knowing that he was being scrutinised, Aziraphale couldn’t help the shuddering exhale that left his mouth as the mixed scent of Crowley, sex, sweat, slick, and spend hit him full force.

Their eyes met as Aziraphale’s fluttered back open, though he didn’t remember closing them, and Aziraphale would have expected him to say anything else at that moment, from telling him to get out to accusing him of unprofessional conduct, but instead Crowley asked, “Why do you all smell like lavender here?”

It was shock enough that Aziraphale was snapped back into a more professional mindset, “Oh, it’s an artificial aroma built into our scent supressing cuffs and collars, lavender was the company’s choice, it’s supposed to be calming. You don’t like it?”

“Nah, lavender’s fine,” Crowley shrugged, eyes still locked on Aziraphale, “don’t like that I can’t smell you though. It’s always irked me that I don’t know what you smell like…but-but this time it’s driving me crazy.”

“It’s against policy for an attendant to remove their scent cuffs in client areas,” Aziraphale told him, purposefully ignoring the fact that it was him that Crowley wanted to smell, not everyone.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, just…it’s not fair that you can smell me, and I can’t smell you,” he complained with an air of petulance, finally letting go of the sheets.

“We wear them for a reason,” the attendant replied, ears twitching, before dumping the sheets outside of the bedroom, then picked up the clean ones, “Shall I put these on?”

“Uh, sure,” Crowley confirmed, seeming to have deflated a little from Aziraphale’s lack of sympathetic response, “can-can we talk a bit while you do it?”

“Of course, my dear, what would you like to talk about?” Aziraphale allowed as he unfolded the sheets, it helped to have something to do with his hands.

Crowley shrugged, “Um, I dunno, anything, you?”

“What about me?” Aziraphale inquired fluttering the fitted sheet over the mattress protector.

“Tell me about yourself…” came the request.

“Oh, not much to tell really, you know what I do for work, and I spend most of my free time collecting, reading, and restoring books, I have quite the library,” he was a little bit chuffed about the last part, thinking about his library brought a smile to his face.

Crowley had started pacing next to the bed, the poor dear, while still looking as striking as ever also appeared a bit worse for wear, even more so than he had that morning, “Do you, uh, ever read to your omega?” he asked in a somewhat timid voice, almost as if he were afraid of the answer.

“I am not partnered,” Aziraphale admitted as he tucked the long edges of the flat sheet that he’d just laid out under the mattress, “but I would read to my hypothetical partner if they wished for it.”

“How?!”

Aziraphale turned his head to look at the omega, hoping that the front of his trousers weren’t too obviously tented, even with his tail trying to subtly hide the bulge from view, “What do you mean?”

“How are you single?” Crowley clarified, seemingly stunned, ears pointed high like his eyebrows.

Ah. “Oh, er, I suppose I’ve never found the right person, it doesn’t help that I work an odd schedule, nor do I go out much, and I’m not exactly most people’s first choice as an alpha either,” he answered truthfully, then because it seemed a little sad, he added, “though I’m not unhappy on my own,” that was also true, however it would be nice to have a warm body to cuddle in bed, a head in his lap as he read, a mouth to share treats and kisses with, someone to share his life with. No, he wasn’t unhappy, but he could be happier.

“Honestly, I didn’t even know that you were an alpha until yesterday,” Crowley confessed, “but at least it explained why I’ve never had you as my attendant before, I had wondered.”

“Mm,” Aziraphale hummed, folding down the covers at the end of the bed, ready to slip into, and smoothing them out with his palms, “most people mistake me for an omega until they smell alpha in my scent, though I don’t really fit in with the alpha stereotype, never have.”

Crowley sat down on the newly made bed, and leaned across closer to Aziraphale, “I like that about you,” he confessed, the sincerity painfully clear in his beautiful eyes.

“Oh?” Aziraphale fought back a blush, tail swishing bashfully.

Crowley sighed a sigh that held too many layers to understand, and patted the bed next to him, the tips of his claws catching in the fabric, inviting Aziraphale to join him. The alpha knew the implications of the action, knew that the bed held offers, knew that continuing to spend time with the omega while he was in heat was a bad idea, and yet the way he was drawn to Crowley hushed all those rational thoughts momentarily. After barely a moment’s hesitation Aziraphale sat down only inches away from him on the edge of the bed, drowning in Crowley’s enticing scent, and the way his need sat heavy on Aziraphale’s tongue. His own need also heavy in his trousers, barely hidden by his fluffy tail over his lap.

“There’s a reason I come here, and come here alone,” Crowley started, eyes focused on his claws that were stroking the fur of his own tail, “I don’t tend to like most alphas in a romantic or sexual capacity, and the majority don’t want me either because I was born sterile and have extra features, the ones who do haven’t been worth my time, which is mostly fine since I never really wanted to be with one anyway, I hate the way a lot of them act like they own you, like you’re lesser than them,” his expression softened then as he tilted his head to give the alpha the full force of his gaze. “You’re not like that though, Aziraphale, I can tell just from the way you are caring for me, making sure I’m eating, and all that, every interaction we’ve ever had, I’ve never gotten the ick from you, nor is it some ulterior motive, and I know that it’s not just customer service, it’s obviously who you are, you feel safe,” Crowley told him with such earnest honesty and relief that it made Aziraphale’s chest ache for him, cracking open with it as he admitted, “I haven’t felt like that with anyone in a long time, certainly not with an alpha.”

“Crowley, that’s very kind of you,” Aziraphale felt the overwhelming need to comfort him, to squeeze his hand, pull him into a hug, kiss his temple, and tell him…what? That he would never treat him that way if he were Aziraphale’s omega, that Aziraphale would take care of him forever if that’s what he wanted? Those were not appropriate thoughts to think or speak to his client, no matter how striking and attractive he was as a person and potential mate, “and I’m happy that you are comfortable with me, though I’m sorry that you go through your heats alone, that must be…a lot to deal with.”

“I usually use heat suppressants, but I have to go off them occasionally for, uh, health reasons, so I don’t have much choice,” Crowley informed him bitterly.

Aziraphale wondered what sort of medical condition would require the omega to stop his heat suppressants, but it was none of his business. It certainly explained why Crowley was a regular though, the poor dear sounded so lonely, any wonder he had called Aziraphale just to talk. That thought only lead to more questions about Crowley’s family and friends, but again that was none of his business, and unprofessional of him to ask.

“Though I completely fucked up this time,” Crowley grumbled, scrubbing up his face and back through his hair between his ears with a hand, one leg bouncing with pent up energy, “I was trying to get through the month, trying to push it longer to extend the time between having heats, but the, uh, side effects got too bad, and I had to stop earlier than I planned to. Which of course landed me in this situation, I didn’t even think about the intensity of going into heat over the full moon either until it hit last night, and it’s bloody fucking awful if I’m honest,” he was getting even more fidgety, the rich chocolate of his scent growing almost sickly sweet as his need rose, Usually I can muddle through with my toys and exercises, but its not enough this time, it’s like my body knows it’s not getting the real thing. I’ve never been so goddamn desperate to be knotted for real in my entire life.”

Good lord…Aziraphale barely suppressed a groan, fingers digging into the covers on the far side of him as his hips shifted to attempt to bring him more comfort and he felt his underwear dampen from his leaking cock. He needed to leave while he still had the ability to do so, but he felt bad leaving Crowley when he seemed to truly need a friend, or at least someone to talk to.

After licking his lips, Aziraphale cleared his dry throat, “Ahem, well…you-you’re doing quite well at the moment, you seem to have better periods of clarity than most I’ve seen during a regular heat.”

Crowley scoffed, “Angel, this is years of training myself to deal with it alone, I have to be aware enough to look after myself because I don’t have anyone to do it for me,” there was a resignation in his voice that dealt another blow to Aziraphale’s chest. With a deep sigh Crowley closed his eyes, tail gently thumping the bed, ears tilted back, “I might look put together, but I am fucking burning with need, my dick is so hard it’s almost painful, and the only reason there isn’t slick everywhere and you can’t smell it is because I’m wearing a plug. This sort of composure mid heat has been hard won, and it helps get me through, but when the full moon rises…last night was-was-”

“I should go before that happens,” Aziraphale cut him off, knowing he’d already been there too long, and if he didn’t leave right then, he might not at all.

“…Or you could stay…”

Oh god, Crowley was looking directly at him, yellow eyes hopeful as he worried his lip with a fang. He was a drowning man begging to be saved, and Aziraphale truly wanted to help him, for both selfish and unselfish reasons, he had to admit…but, “Er, look, Crowley, I’m-I’m flattered, but it’s forbidden by resort policy, I’d lose my job.”

Crowley’s leg had more of a tremble to it than bounce now, his eyes wild as he pleaded, “Please stay…Aziraphale, please, I won’t tell anyone. I’m not looking for a pity fuck, I didn’t tell you all of that for that reason…it’s-I trust you to be good to me, to care for me, I-I…I’ve never wanted, never asked…” he made a broken noise caught somewhere between a grunt and a sob, “fuck, just once in my life I’d like to be truly cared for…I’d given up hoping that I could have that.”

The awful noise in Aziraphale’s ears could only be the sound of his heart breaking for the omega next to him. The only thing stopping him from reaching for Crowley was his hands fisting in the covers and his trousers, and the knowledge that if he did so that would be it, Aziraphale would do exactly what the omega was begging of him, and the next day he’d be jobless.

After opening and closing his mouth several times, eyes downcast, Aziraphale managed to mumble out a regretful, “I’m sorry, Crowley, I can’t.”

The misery that washed over Crowley’s features and scent broke Aziraphale’s heart all over again, and his next question stomped the shattered pieces to dust, “Be-because of your job, or because you just don’t want me?”

“My job,” Aziraphale truthfully admitted without hesitation, there was no way he could lie, not to the omega beside him, and not to himself either.

A spark of hope illuminated those already vibrant eyes as he shifted closer with a little gasp, “So I have been reading your reactions right, you-you do want me…like I want you?”

Aziraphale again gave him an honest answer while keeping as still as possible, lest he give in to both of their desires, “I think you are very handsome, and I’ve always enjoyed our interactions.”

“And?”

Aziraphale barely dared to breathe, “Your scent is…the most alluring thing I have ever smelt.”

“And?” he needled some more.

“And…” the alpha swallowed thickly, “hn, I don’t want to lose my job, Crowley, and I will if I stay here with you any longer.”

“There’s something mutual here, we’re compatible, Aziraphale, isn’t it worth the risk?” Crowley put forth urgently, “Please consider it, I’ve never met anyone like you before.”

Aziraphale was so torn, his brow so tightly knit that it was painful, he wanted to believe in the possibilities, but could he really trust any of it? How could he know if this was Crowley or just Crowley’s heat talking? The risk was too big, he decided with a heavy heart, and clenched stomach, his cock remaining at attention despite his inner turmoil. Reluctantly Aziraphale pushed himself off of the bed, he had to leave before he gave in to his own desires, to the alpha in him screaming to take the omega of his dreams and make him his, and his only. How many times had he told himself that already? Why hadn’t he left yet? The answer was obvious, but Aziraphale was rather good at denial, especially in the face of something that he desperately wanted.

A clawed hand caught his wrist, digging the scent cuff into his skin, “Aziraphale, alpha, I want you, I need you, please,” Crowley pleaded.

Trying to cling to his crumbling resolve like a drowning man to drift wood, Aziraphale should’ve just yanked his arm away and kept walking, but instead he turned back to the omega to decline him with finality, and that was his mistake.

“Crowley, I-”

He was cut off by a greedy, hot mouth pressed to his own, and good lord, he was a doomed man from that moment, though in hindsight it was actually from the moment that Gabriel had asked him to be Crowley’s attendant. Crowley whined into the kiss, his body trembling as he clung to Aziraphale as if his life depended on it. Despite the scent cuffs still being securely in place, they didn’t block taste, and Crowley’s tongue had plunged straight into his mouth at the first opportunity it got.

The fangs that Crowley sported were surprisingly easy to navigate, though feeling them against his lips and tongue sent a little thrill through his body, and…oh, he was kissing the omega back. Once he’d realised what he was doing, the sensible voice in his head telling him to leave seemed to grow quieter. He’d never been a risk taker, or a rule breaker, but maybe Crowley was right, maybe this, them, whatever it was, was worth trying, he couldn’t deny the way that he reacted to the omega, and only that specific omega. He just hoped that Crowley meant what he’d said, and wasn’t just using him to get through his heat, deep down he didn’t really believe that of Crowley, but it wouldn’t be the first time that his soft heart and nature had been taken advantage of. And when he inevitably lost his job over it all, he supposed that it would force him to use his savings to open a bookshop like he’d always dreamed of doing, at least he wouldn’t have to deal with Gabriel anymore.

Now that he’d finally gotten past the denial and given in to their mutual desires though, he needed to straighten out some things before he inevitably took Crowley to bed. Taking a measured step back while allowing the omega to keep the grip on his wrist, Aziraphale pulled out of the kiss, putting a hand on Crowley’s firm chest to stop him from reinitiating.

“Az-Aziraphale…?” his voice was almost childlike in the way it came out small and wavering, filled with fear of rejection.

Aziraphale didn’t think that his heart could break for Crowley any more than it already had that evening, but he’d been wrong.

“I’ll stay,” he acquiesced reassuringly, “I’ll stay as long as you want me to, okay?”

A tear slipped out of Crowley’s yellow eye, travelling half way down his cheek before he hurriedly swiped it away with his thumb, “Thank you, for-for giving me a chance,” he croaked out.

“Thanks is not necessary, my dear,” Aziraphale confirmed pointedly, “see…I wanted to stay with you, I just needed the right encouragement I suppose, I’m not much of a risk taker, especially not for my own wants, but you-I’m drawn to you like…erm, well, anyway, I’ll not ramble on, but there are…” he cleared his throat, and glanced at the open window, noting how darkness had fallen, but the moon had yet to rise. “Listen, Crowley, I just want to be certain about some things before…”

Yellow eyes stayed intently focused on him, “Ask anything.”

“Um… you have, er, done this before, yes?” Aziraphale inquired, fidgeting almost as much as the omega in front of him.

“Sex or knotting?” Crowley questioned, then waved his free hand, “Yeah, both, sex more recently than knotting but still aeons ago.”

“Good to know,” he nodded, moving on to the next question, “now, I realise that we don’t have time to go over everything,” he side eyed the window again, “but is there anything major or specific that I should be aware of to avoid?”

Crowley shrugged, looking  rather sweaty and at the end of his tether, “Not really anything applicable to this, I’m into a variety of things. I’m confident that you aren’t going to hit a wrong note.”

“Alright,” Aziraphale conceded. “Also, I need you to know that you can tell me to stop at any time, and I will, for whatever reason big or small,” it should go without saying, but Crowley had spoken of safety, and Aziraphale wouldn’t ever want him to feel unsafe or unable to speak up.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Crowley acknowledged impatiently, then softened, “but, thank you. Anything else?”

“One last thing…” Aziraphale confirmed, then laid out his final important query, “Is it alright for me to touch you, my dear?”

“Have I not-do you even-I might die if you don’t!” Crowley spluttered incredulously.

“Such a dramatic creature,” Aziraphale tutted fondly, and laid his hand over Crowley’s on his wrist, “I merely wanted your explicit verbal consent, it’s important to know I’m not doing anything against your wishes.”

“Shut the bloody fuck up already, Aziraphale, you can’t get any more perfect or I might fall in love with you,” the words hung between them heavy like the omega’s scent in the air until they seemed to catch up with Crowley, “er…I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Yes, dear.”

The sentiment filled Aziraphale’s chest with warmth, but he tried not to read into it too far, being that it could just be the heat talking.

“Shit, uhm…” Crowley seemed to be panicking a little, dulling and souring his scent, his ears flattened and his tail curled down one of his legs, all of which made Aziraphale wonder if he really did mean it, “you couldn’t possibly pretend that I didn’t say that…?”

“If that’s what you’d like, I’ll understand if you didn’t mean to say it,” Aziraphale smiled softly.

Crowley shook his head, “Didn’t mean to say it…” quieter he added, “doesn’t mean it’s not true though,” and immediately cringed at himself, “someone shut me up, for fuck sake.”

“There’s no need to work yourself up, my dear,” Aziraphale assured him gently as he patted his hand, “how about you say whatever you like, and I shall take it all with a grain of salt, later if you wish to restate anything when you are more in control of your faculties, then I will be glad to listen.”

“You really are an angel. Maybe I just died and went to heaven instead,” Crowley mused, the embarrassed tension easing from his body, “always thought I’d end up in hell though,” he gave a half hearted laugh, and then sobered as he rubbed a hand over his face, “Um…I-I should probably ask you the same questions you asked me, ‘s good bedroom etiquette. Sorry, I’m a bit rusty.”

“It’s perfectly alright, my dear, I know you’re struggling to hold on, and I appreciate that you are so that we can have this conversation,” he stroked a soothing thumb over the back of Crowley’s hand, “and in answer; yes, I am a competent alpha in the bedroom, there is a short list of things I dislike or am uncomfortable with, but as you said they’re not really applicable currently, and yes, dear boy, you are most welcome to touch me as much as you need.”

“Oh, thank someone,” Crowley exhaled harsher than normal, “I can feel it, the moon,” he sobbed, sinking down to his knees on the floor. Nuzzling into Aziraphale’s hand, Crowley seemed to become frantic, “Can I-? I need too…please let me smell you, alpha,” he whined, “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Oh, yes, yes, of course,” Aziraphale nodded, reaching for the fastenings on the wrist cuff that Crowley was holding.

The omega beat him to it, ripping off his scent cuff with his claws, and digging his nose almost painfully into Aziraphale’s skin as he lapped at the scent gland, whimpering pathetically.

“Oh, you poor needy thing,” Aziraphale cooed, stroking his long auburn hair between his pointed ears, “I can’t even begin to imagine how awful this has been for you throughout the years.”

“Y-y-you smell even…mmnn… better than I imagined,” Crowley told him drunkenly, alternating between rubbing his face over Aziraphale’s wrist and frantically lapping at it while his tail thumped excitedly at the floor.

At the same time Crowley’s scent flared, growing stronger and richer, but also changing slightly, it was as if his scent was…reacting to Aziraphale’s. Good lord, he’d heard of that happening, but had never experienced it before. It was said that it only occurred when an alpha and omega were perfectly compatible together. He stared down at the omega at his feet, wondering if he could tell what had just happened, but perhaps he was too far gone in the midst of his heat now to understand even if he did.

Using his other hand, Aziraphale unlatched the bowtie from around his neck, and then used his teeth to get the cuff on that wrist. Leaning just a little, he managed to get them onto the night stand, and then worked on undoing the buttons on his waistcoat and dress shirt. It was only when he noticed that Crowley’s hips were looking for something to grind against that Aziraphale stopped and brought his attention back to the omega.

“Alright, my dear, let’s get you on the bed, shall we? I can attend to you better there than from the floor,” Aziraphale encouraged, attempting to slowly draw his hand up, but Crowley only grasped it tighter, “hmm, it’s like that I see.”

Considering his options, Aziraphale decided that it might just be best to pick up the omega off of the floor, he was tall but quite lean, it wouldn’t be that difficult.

“Crowley, I’m going to pick you up, so bear with me a moment,” he warned the omega before giving him the other wrist, so that he could manoeuvre them easier.

A gasp fell from Aziraphale’s mouth as Crowley’s latched onto his other wrist, his cock throbbed with the feeling, already burning with desire from the scent of Crowley and his needy noises filling the air. With a little trial and error, he finally managed to get Crowley onto the bed, noticing the silvery slice of moonlight shining through the window as he did so.

It was somewhat difficult to strip down to his underwear with Crowley clutching onto his hand like a life raft, but he managed, even if the pile wasn’t very neat, but it would have to do for now. When Crowley’s gaze caught him though, there was reverence and desire in those yellow eyes, and a fang nearly piercing his lip as he openly looked over Aziraphale’s nearly nude body. It brought a light blush to his cheeks; no one had looked at him like that in a very long time, if ever possibly.

“You’re so perfect,” Crowley attested in awe.

“Oh,” Aziraphale tried to remember that it was likely his heat talking, but he couldn’t help how it made him feel, nor from the truth spilling out in return, “and you are the most gorgeous being I have ever laid eyes on.”

Kneeling on the bed next to Crowley, Aziraphale had intended to touch him slowly, he deserved to be lovingly taken care of, but Crowley had other plans, diving straight into feverishly kissing the alpha. Despite his lankiness, Crowley was surprisingly strong, pulling Aziraphale over the top of him as they kissed, his hips already rocking up, trying to connect with Aziraphale’s. Slower, sensual touches would have to wait until Crowley wasn’t so worked up, and with good reason, it must’ve been hours since he last came.

“I’m going to take off your underwear,” Aziraphale prewarned him, peppering Crowley’s neck and chest with kisses.

Again, he thanked the heavens for his rut suppressants when he couldn’t stop himself from licking over the scent gland in Crowley’s neck, the strong primal urge to bite and claim him plagued him even now. It would take immense control not to give in to his instincts and give Crowley his mark, and he wasn’t sure he could have maintained that kind of control with the omega if he was in rut too. Between their seemingly perfect compatibility, the way he felt about Crowley, and the intoxicating scent of the omega in heat, Aziraphale knew a rut would’ve been triggered no matter if it was due or not.

Mouth following his hands down the lines of Crowley’s beautiful, slim body, it was easy to tell from Crowley’s reactions, both subtle and not, that it had been a long time since anyone had touched him like that. It was sure to be amplified by the omega’s heat too, and Aziraphale swore to himself that he would shower Crowley in as much affection as he could before his heat was over.

When his hands hit the waistband of Crowley’s underwear Aziraphale begun to drag them down, careful not to catch his leaking erection as he did so. The wet patch in the front of the material was obvious as Aziraphale slid them down each lean, hairy leg, caressing them at the same time. By the time that Crowley’s underwear was on the floor, and Aziraphale’s hands were reversing up the omega’s legs, they were trembling, and Crowley was attempting to turn over.

“No, no, stay as you are for now,” Aziraphale instructed, strong hands holding Crowley’s hips in place, his gaze hardly able to be anywhere but the deeply flushed cock that was curled up on a thatch of auburn hair and dribbling onto a flat stomach.

“Please, alpha, please, I need you inside me, I need your knot,” Crowley whimpered in frantic desperation, his claws tearing into the bed sheets.

“Hush, my dear, I know,” Aziraphale soothed, rubbing circles into his hips with his thumbs, even as his own cock throbbed, and every instinct in his alpha blood screamed at him do what Crowley wanted, “and you will have it, I promise, but you’re so pent up. I simply want to take the edge off for you, so that you have a chance to enjoy it when I’m inside you,” he explained, and then demonstrated what he meant.

Without another moment’s hesitation, Aziraphale gave into the deep desire to taste Crowley where his scent was thick and heady in a different way. His tongue flattened against the underside of Crowley’s stiff cock, collecting the dribbling precome as he licked up to the tip, and swirled around the ridge of his cockhead. Crowley’s tail thrashed beside him, while his head was thrown back, an animalistic ongoing whine vibrated in his throat, which only got louder and sharper when Aziraphale took his cock into his mouth.

Hot and heavy, Crowley’s cock sat on his tongue, just like his taste and scent, taking over Aziraphale’s senses as he bobbed his head. Fellatio was something that he very much enjoyed preforming on a partner, he could spend ages with his head between a pair of willing legs, but unfortunately he didn’t have all night, Crowley needed, and what sort of alpha or lover would he be if he didn’t give his omega everything that he needed.

Once he’d established a fast rhythm, Aziraphale reached between Crowley’s legs intending to help things along, make him feel less empty, and give him something to clench around as he came. However as his fingers traced Crowley’s taint, they met something solid between his buttocks.

Oh! It was the plug that Crowley had mentioned. Keeping it in place, Aziraphale traced where it was stretching Crowley’s rim, his own cock aching to be splitting him open instead of the piece of silicone.

“Alphhaa…” Crowley sobbed, his hips trying to buck against Aziraphale’s hold.

Finding the flared blunt base of the plug, Aziraphale jiggled it just a little, and Crowley cried out, his entire body quaking with need. The poor omega was so oversensitive, Aziraphale could hardly fathom how he’d been managing like that by himself for so many years, and a sudden desire to be there for all of Crowley’s future heats swept over him like a wave. It was something that they could discuss later, for now he would focus on taking care of the omega.

Pushing the plug against Crowley’s rim made the cock in his mouth jump, and pleading moans fell in a long, loud string from the omega’s mouth. Assuming that he was close, the alpha held a steady pace, while Crowley fell apart beneath his ministrations.

Claws gripped into Aziraphale’s curls and pricked into the flesh of his shoulder as Crowley’s spine bowed and he howled in pleasure, his hot come pulsing down the alpha’s throat. Burying his nose in the auburn hair, Aziraphale took him as deep into his mouth as he could, swallowing down the omega’s come, and sucking him through his orgasm.

When Aziraphale pulled away, sitting back on his knees, underwear damp with precome, senses laden with nothing but the omega, Crowley was panting heavily, chest heaving with the effort, one arm flung over his eyes, cock still half hard and glistening with fluids.

“Crowley, my dear…are you alright?” Aziraphale inquired gently, voice a little hoarse and breathy.

“Ffffuck…” Crowley said as if the air had been punched out of his lungs. Just as concern started to creep into Aziraphale, the omega spoke again, “if you suck cock like that, I-I might not survive being fucked by you.”

The fang poking out over the half smirk on Crowley’s lips assured Aziraphale that the omega was fine, he likely just needed a minute to collect himself.

“What a way to go though,” Crowley mused with a chuckle, ears twitching with it, one hand already fidgeting with his tail again.

“I do not believe in doing anything half-heartedly,” Aziraphale told him somewhat proudly, noting that the omega was almost fully erect again.

Lowering his arm, glowing yellow eyes met Aziraphale’s, “So I’ve noticed,” he looked decidedly more wild and wolfish than usual. That heavy gaze slowly lowered down over Aziraphale’s body as he asked, “Are you going to let me turn over now, so that you can put this,” he reached out and palmed at Aziraphale’s cock through his damp underwear, making his eyelids flutter, a noise getting caught in his throat, “inside me, and knot me like you promised me, alpha?”

Part of him already knew that Crowley would be a naughty minx, so that wasn’t surprising, what surprised him was that he was capable of anything much more than begging in the middle of sex during his heat. Though Crowley wasn’t like any omega he’d ever met, he was far more in control than a typical omega.

A growl rumbled in Aziraphale’s chest, and he had to quickly reign himself in before he lunged forward and bit the omega. While Aziraphale would never give a mating bite without both parties being one hundred percent certain, he still had the strong desire to bite and claim and mark, however there hadn’t been time to discuss whether Crowley would want that or not. Some omegas liked it, some didn’t, and Aziraphale was big on consent and pleasing his partner.

Crowley’s eyes widened, and he let out a whine, ears going back as he sat up, grabbing one of Aziraphale’s hands and rubbing his face into the scent gland in his wrist. It almost appeared as if the growl had scared Crowley, but it wasn’t fear that had spiked in his scent, and it suddenly occurred to him that he was reacting to Aziraphale’s scent flooding with want and alpha-ness. Stroking his hair, Aziraphale leant in and kissed Crowley’s forehead before finding his lips and thoroughly kissing him, making the omega moan into his mouth.

When Crowley bit his lip, Aziraphale pulled back, he had to or he might’ve just pulled the omega into his lap and rutted against him until he marked Crowley’s body with his seed. The alpha in him was clearly desperate to claim this omega as his, and only his, but again that was something to discuss later when neither of their minds were clouded with hormones and lust. Nothing could be done about it now, but it didn’t stop the thoughts returning to him again and again, nor his instincts from hounding him, it was intensely overwhelming, but he had to stay in control, for the both of them.

“Turn over, my dear,” he said, using the time to remove his own underwear.

“Yes, alpha,” Crowley scrambled to comply, moving so that he was face down in the bed sheet, ass up, tail curled around his hip out of the way, presented to Aziraphale to be taken, “I’m yours.”

Good lord, Aziraphale could hardly swallow around the arousal he felt with Crowley’s spend still thick on his tongue as he gazed lust drunk at Crowley, hearing those words. His knot was ready to swell, he could feel it pulsing at the base of his cock, waiting for his body to signal that it was time. Soon, soon, but this wasn’t about him, it was about the omega that trusted him to be a decent alpha, to care for him, to do right by him, and Aziraphale swore that he would, instincts be damned.

Soft, strong hands ran up the backs of Crowley’s thighs, caressing him with as much adoration as he could put into each touch. The small, firm mounds of Crowley’s ass were irresistible to squeeze and grope, which lead to the omega whining and spread his thighs even further, allowing Aziraphale’s thumbs to slide along the cleft of his cheeks, and brush the end of the plug once more.

“Alpha, please take it out, fill me with something real, with you, your seed, your knot, I want it all,” Crowley pleaded urgently, hips wiggling in Aziraphale’s grip.

“I will, I’ll take it out right now, hold still and relax, my dear.”

Fingers holding tightly to the blunt end of the butt plug, Aziraphale slowly pulled at it, surprisingly it slid right out with ease, bringing with it a gush of slick that oozed down Crowley’s taint and the backs of his thighs. The overwhelming smell of Crowley’s slick hitting Aziraphale’s nose for the first time was like being rammed into by a freight train, and he wavered where he was knelt.

“Oh, fuck,” Aziraphale’s eyelids fluttered as a full body shudder ran through him, “Crowley…” he breathed, “you-you’re so wet.”

“For-for you, alpha…need you so badly, ‘m so empty,” Crowley told him.

So overcome with the sight and smell of Crowley, Aziraphale’s brain short circuited, and he buried his face between those pert cheeks, frantically lapping at the dripping wet hole. The noises Crowley made as the alpha’s tongue easily slipped inside his loosened hole were guttural, animalistic, he sobbed, and cried out, drowning out the sound of his claws tearing the silk sheets. All the while Aziraphale kept making a meal out of him, driven crazier by the taste of him, something so heady and divine, the likes of which Aziraphale had never tasted before, something he wasn’t sure that he could live without tasting again.

Nose smooshed into Crowley’s hot skin, there was slick and spit dribbling not only down his chin, but onto his chest too, covering him in Crowley’s scent, mingling both of their scents together even more. It was so intoxicating, a small thought hooked into the back of his primal brain that he wanted to spend a rut with Crowley, even better if the omega was also in heat. To completely lose themselves in each other, to go mad with it and fornicate until the fire burnt out. It wasn’t something that he’d ever even considered wanting before, a rut was an annoyance, something to avoid, but the omega had brought forth something inside of him, and it was consuming in the throes of passion.

Crowley shook with pleasure, legs trembling so badly that only Aziraphale kept him up on his knees, there was no way Aziraphale was letting him go, the omega was perfect, he wanted to be between his legs any which way Crowley would allow him for the rest of his life. Maybe Crowley’s heat was getting to him, maybe it was his alpha instincts talking, maybe both, he didn’t know, but right there, tongue buried deep in Crowley’s ass, stroking over his prostate, he knew that no one else would ever compare, and it was either going to be Crowley or no one from then on.

“Alpha, alpha, alpha…” Crowley whimpered brokenly into the ruined sheets, “I’m go-gonna c-c-come…aahhh!” he all but screamed as Aziraphale slipped two fingers inside him, a tight fit with his tongue, but made easy by how incredibly wet and pliant he was.

Aziraphale felt hot arousal pulse through him, making his cock ache like never before as Crowley clenched down around his fingers and tongue, coming over the already ruined sheets. For a moment he thought that his knot had started to inflate, but it just felt that way with how intense the need was to fill the omega beneath him, and how close he felt despite having had no physical stimulation.

Finally Aziraphale pulled his face away, leaving his fingers inside of the omega, not wanting him to feel empty. With his other hand he wiped his mouth and chin then licked the slick from his hand, savouring the taste and distracting himself while he allowed Crowley time to recompose himself somewhat.

“Azzzziraphale…” Crowley croaked, ears twitching and hips rocking.

His throat sounded rough, so being the caring alpha that Aziraphale was, he looked around for a drink and found a half filled bottle of water on the floor next to the bed. It was a stretch to reach it without breaking contact from Crowley, but he just managed to get it in the tips of his fingers and bring it up to the bed. Once the cap was off, his next task was to get Crowley to drink it.

“Crowley, I need you to sit up a bit for me, my dear,” he coaxed sweetly.

“Need you, please,” Crowley responded, trying to fuck himself more enthusiastically on Aziraphale’s fingers.

“I promised to take care of you, and that includes getting you to hydrate,” Aziraphale reminded him, “come on, just a little drink,” he encouraged Crowley to sit up by slowly pulling back his fingers, his body following, “that’s it, good job. Here we go, take some sips for me…”

Aziraphale pressed the open end to Crowley’s lips, and the omega’s hand covered his, helping to tilt the bottle at the right angle to allow him to drink. When the bottle was almost empty, Crowley pushed it away, and craned his neck around to look at the alpha, yellow eyes gleaming in the darkened bedroom.

“Now? Please, alpha…” Crowley whined, rocking himself on thick fingers.

Aziraphale capped the bottle and dropped it back to the floor as quickly as possible, he then stroked Crowley’s cheek gently before giving him a tender kiss. All the while he pulled his fingers out, and manoeuvred Crowley a little to line up with his throbbing, neglected cock.

“Yes, my dear, now…”

The omega howled as Aziraphale slid into him, he tried to do it slowly, carefully, but Crowley’s body was hungry for it, and so incredibly wet, that there was little resistance meaning that Aziraphale was fully sheathed in a matter of seconds. The intense heat of Crowley around him was almost too much, Aziraphale’s breathing was already laboured as he grunted into to the omega’s hot, sweaty skin, plastered against his back, touching as much of him as possible, he wasn’t sure that he could move without triggering his orgasm. Of course, Crowley took it upon himself to test Aziraphale, wasting no time in wiggling his hips, trying to spur the alpha into motion.

It worked too, “Oh, god, Crowley,” Aziraphale groaned, his own body responding immediately, impatient after been made to wait so very long to have the unbelievably perfect, incredibly handsome, deliciously scented omega like that.

As Aziraphale peeled himself from Crowley, raising up into a better position, his hands slid into place to tightly grip onto that sinfully narrow waist, and then the alpha’s hips snapped. Though he’d just started, that was already the beginning of the end. Ploughing into Crowley with speed and power, fucking him so thorough and deep that there could be no doubt that the omega belonged to someone. There was that possessive alpha instinct rearing it’s head again, but Aziraphale was in control, he had to be, a good alpha was always in control, especially while taking care of their omega in heat.

Of course, Crowley tested his control, took it right to the brink, especially when he cried out things like, “Mark me, please, alpha, anywhere, just want your mark on me,” and bared his neck for Aziraphale.

He was in control enough not to do something stupid like give Crowley a mating bite, but when the omega’s explicit wants lined up with his own instinctual desires, he could hardly resist giving in. Leaning over Crowley’s body again meant that his thrusts were shorter, more of a rough grind, but the change in angle had him rubbing deep and steadily against the omega’s prostate, making him mewl into the covers while he clawed at them, all the while pushing back against Aziraphale to take more.

“Uhn, oh lord, oh, Crowley, I’m so close,” Aziraphale warned, voice rough and breathy, his knot bumping against Crowley’s rim, seeking entrance.

“Yes! Yes!” Crowley’s moans were frantic, “Knot me, bite me, I’m yours, alpha,” he begged, trying to spread himself impossibly wider.

“Such a good omega,” Aziraphale cooed, reaching an arm around Crowley’s front to find his cock and wrap five fingers around it.

Immediately Crowley begun to buck against him, seeking pleasure both from Aziraphale’s cock and his hand, and in doing so Aziraphale’s knot pushed past the super slick rim to sit inside of the omega.

“Ohhh, ohhh, Crowley,” Aziraphale couldn’t stave off his orgasm any longer, especially with Crowley’s walls massaging his knot.

The most powerful orgasm of his life rocked through him like a storm, lighting up his body as he finally sunk his teeth into Crowley’s shoulder, avoiding his neck in case his aim was off. He hadn’t even finished spilling his seed inside of Crowley and already his knot was swelling so fast that he was almost dizzy with it. At the same time there were renewed sparks of pleasure as Crowley clenched down firmly around him, howling and crying out while his body shook with his orgasm, coating Aziraphale’s hand and the bed with more of his fluids.

A minute, or maybe three passed while Aziraphale waited for them both to come down enough so that he could move them into a more comfortable position, lying them on their sides out of the wet patch. Crowley was still trembling as Aziraphale wrapped his arms around him and buried his nose in his neck, tongue just able to reach the imprint of his teeth on Crowley’s shoulder to lick at it and then the scent gland on his neck. Still in post orgasmic haze, it took Aziraphale a moment to realise that amongst all the strong aromas of their lovemaking there was a sour, sharp crisp smell too.

“Crowley? Are you alright, my dear?” Aziraphale inquired gently, trying not to let concern taint his own scent.

There was a sniffle, and then another, and two clawed hands tightly gripped one of Aziraphale’s, holding it close to a bare, sweaty chest.

“Crowley, I need you to talk to me, did I hurt you?” Aziraphale asked, growing rather worried, but unable to move since they were still stuck together by his knot.

Finally a tiny, fragile voice sobbed, “Don’t leave, please don’t leave.”

Oh, a growingly familiar ache filled his chest for Crowley as he pressed a flurry of kisses to his skin and hair, “I’m here, I’m right here,” he hurried to assure the omega, “I’m not going anywhere, I promise you, dear boy.”

“I-I don’t want to be alone anymore, I don’t want to go through this alone anymore.”

“You’re not alone,” Aziraphale promised, nuzzling into his neck.

It was true that heats and ruts could subject a person to extreme emotions, but Aziraphale got the feeling that this was a lot deeper for Crowley, merely amplified by the omega’s heat. Crowley wept a little while longer while Aziraphale held him, bestowed him with adoring caresses, and whispered sweet assurances to him. Eventually he fell silent, his body stilled, and his breathing evened out, just in time for Aziraphale’s knot to deflate.

Despite their bodies being ready to separate, Aziraphale checked with Crowley before moving, “Crowley,” he murmured tentatively, “we can get cleaned up now if you’d like, perhaps take a shower…”

There was the audible sound of a throat clearing, and then Crowley said, “Yeah, um, yeah…I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Hush, none of that, it’s alright, my dear,” Aziraphale soothed him, stroking his arm calmly.

“It’s not very attractive to be crying while on your alpha’s knot, but my heats make me overly emotional,” Crowley explained with a sigh, “and this is kind of a lot.”

“I understand, truly, I have also been known to cry during my ruts,” Aziraphale admitted, this was kind of a big deal for him too, it had been quite some time since he’d last done any of what they just did, “and it doesn’t make you unattractive, it makes you a real person with feelings and needs, ones that clearly haven’t been met in a very long time.”

“Hah,” for a moment it sounded like Crowley might cry again, and then he said, “thank you, Aziraphale, my instincts have always been good, I knew I could trust you.”

“Thank you for trusting me,” he smiled, and pressed a soft kiss to the bite on Crowley’s shoulder, “now, shower?”

Showering had been quite the task, Crowley was tired and weak, so Aziraphale took it upon himself to wash them both, which started out fine, but ended with him also washing Crowley’s come off of the tiled wall. Thankfully Crowley seemed sated enough afterwards that drying him, and getting him back to the bed was a far easier task, even with the omega clinging to him like a he was never going to let go.

With the ruined, filthy sheets striped off, Aziraphale tried to get Crowley to eat something, but he was falling asleep in Aziraphale’s lap, so he decided to leave that for later, and just get some fluids into him instead. Finally, they laid down together, Crowley’s head on Aziraphale’s chest, arms, legs, and tail all curled tightly around the alpha’s body, the blanket that hadn’t been ruined, pulled up to Crowley’s chin.

Aziraphale had been just about to bid him goodnight when the omega, sounding fatigued, asked, “Did you make me drink water before you fucked me earlier?”

“Yes, my dear, your throat sounded dry, and I didn’t know when you’d hydrated last,” Aziraphale replied, amused and confused by the question.

Crowley made a series of spluttering sounds before any actual words made it out, “God, you’re…I mean, you…every single omega who has passed up the chance to be yours is an idiot.”

“That’s very sweet of you, my dear,” Aziraphale said softly, feeling a warmth in his chest that had everything to do with Crowley, both physically and emotionally.

“I won’t be one of those idiots if you’ll give me a shot, Aziraphale,” he sounded less sleepy and more sure that time.

“Oh…you…” Aziraphale blushed, trying to remember that it could just be Crowley’s heat making him say things that the alpha wanted to hear. He cleared his throat, “That-that’s, um, something we can talk about when you’re through your heat.”

“Yeah, okay…” Crowley accepted, but still advocated for himself regardless, “I admit I’ve never been good at relationships, and I’ve got my issues, but I’d do my best to be the partner you deserve, Aziraphale, I promise, I’m loyal and devoted, and I’ve got loads of money, I would give you anything you wanted.”

“Hush now, Crowley,” Aziraphale stroked his hair, rubbing a thumb up his furred ear occasionally, “you need to rest, we can talk about it later,” he restated.

“Yes, alpha,” Crowley nodded, shifting against Aziraphale, somehow creating even more points of contact. There was quiet for a moment, and then he spoke again, “Ju-just tell me…do I have any chance of you wanting me beyond my heat?”

And there it was again, the sound of Aziraphale’s heart breaking for the omega he was quickly growing feelings for. How cruel life must have been to him.

“Yes,” he whispered into Crowley’s hair before kissing it, just at the base of an ear, making it twitch, “yes, I want you, heat or not, and I promise you that it has nothing to do with your finances, I couldn’t care less about how much money you have.”

A tension seemed to seep out of Crowley as he nuzzled his face into Aziraphale’s chest, and moments later it was clear that he’d succumbed to sleep.

“Goodnight, my dear,” Aziraphale whispered before closing his eyes and trying to get some rest himself before the omega needed him once more.

XXX

The following two days were spent in a blur of sex and sleep, broken up by showering and eating occasionally, and sprinkled with conversation when Crowley felt more coherent. The omega confessed during one of those conversations that he’d allowed himself to be taken over by his heat far more than usual, knowing that Aziraphale would take care of him so he didn’t have to fight his own biology to stay in control. It made the alpha happy on multiple levels to know that he was trusted that implicitly, especially after hearing Crowley’s feelings on alphas earlier.

Eventually the time came though that Aziraphale had to exit the happy little bubble he’d stepped into a couple of days prior, and return to reality, plus face the consequences of what he’d done.

They were lying together on the bed, as had been the primary spot over the two days, kissing occasionally, touching the other because they could, and chatting about everything and anything, it was amazing what you could learn about someone in two days. Stories of their lives, favourite foods, parks they liked to frequent, pet peeves, where they’re ticklish, that they like their hair to be brushed by another, and so on. Aziraphale even learnt things like the fact that you should feed ducks frozen peas, not bread. However there was something odd that had occurred to him, and once he’d thought about it, he had to ask.

“My dear, may I inquire about something…”

“Anything, Angel,” Crowley replied immediately, playing with Aziraphale’s pale chest hair.

“You have spoken about your aversion to alphas in general, yet you agreed to sign a waiver and allow one to be your attendant…I must say I’m curious as to why…”

Crowley’s ears wilted a little, and he appeared sheepish, “Er, yeah…well, I was kind of desperate, and my plan was to not have any contact with them, just get them to leave anything I needed at the door, if I even called upon them for anything. But, uh, then it turned out to be you, and I’ll be honest, I’ve, well, I’ve sort of fancied you from afar, and I thought that maybe this was my chance to get to know you a little better, despite you being an alpha, which like I said, I already knew you were different.”

Oh. Aziraphale’s eyebrows raised.

“Wait, wait, I can see what you’re thinking, and I swear, I never intended to…” Crowley’s hand made a wild gesture around the room and then between them, “any of this. Please believe that.”

“I believe you,” Aziraphale soothed his concerns, “you were quite deep in it when you asked me to stay.”

“You have no idea,” Crowley laughed, then sobered, “you-you don’t regret it do you?”

“Not one bit, my dear,” Aziraphale assured him, bringing one of Crowley’s hands to his mouth to kiss.

The relief was written all over the omega, both in body language and scent as he said, “Okay, good, ‘cause I don’t regret asking you to stay either.”

“I don’t think-”

“Hold that thought,” Crowley cut him off, “I need the bathroom.”

Crowley was off the bed in a flash, the bathroom door closing behind him, and suddenly Aziraphale was alone for the first time in two days. It was that thought that made him realise it though, Crowley hadn’t left his side the entire time, not even for the bathroom. Sniffing the air confirmed it, the musk of heat was gone from Crowley’s scent, it was over, and that meant that it was time for Aziraphale to leave.

With a decidedly heavy heart, Aziraphale forced himself to get off of the bed, and found his pile of clothes, silently, solemnly dressing. By the time that Crowley had exited the bathroom, Aziraphale was fully dressed, bow tie neck cuff back in place, only the two wrist cuffs left.

“I, um, I suppose that I should go then…now that your heat is over, and you’re feeling yourself,” Aziraphale announced when Crowley’s yellow gaze found him.

“Wait, wait…” Crowley scrambled to get to him, taking one of his hands and nuzzling into his still exposed wrist, “no, no, hang on, please, I never said I wanted you to leave, and I told you that I wasn’t after a pity fuck, this doesn’t have to end here…you, I…I meant everything I said to you,” he admitted desperately, squeezing Aziraphale’s hand, “I was worried I would scare you off, or that it really was my heat making me feel that way, but it’s been a few hours now, and nothing’s changed. Aziraphale, alpha,” he pleaded, “I’ve gotten to know you these past few days, and I know we are compatible, I mean our scents reacted to each other for someone’s sake, that’s not something that happens every day, and I don’t-I can’t lose any chance I might have to be yours. You’re the most wonderful, caring alpha I’ve ever met. Would you let me take you to dinner?”

The anxiety in Crowley’s scent was crisp and sharp, his words full of truth, his eyes pleading to be heard, believed, and it was everything that Aziraphale had been hoping to hear.

“As-as like a date?” he checked, just to be absolutely certain.

“Yes, I mean if you’d like it to be, anywhere you desire,” Crowley offered.

“I-I’d like that,” Aziraphale smiled, genuinely happy to know for certain that the past couple of days hadn’t been just Crowley’s heat talking, that the omega truly desired him in body and mind, “I’d really, truly like that, Crowley. I’ll, um, give you my number?”

“Really?” the way Crowley lit up warmed Aziraphale’s entire body, “You…you won’t mind being seen with me in public?”

Aziraphale raised the hand Crowley was gripping onto to his chest and looked him in his beautiful, yellow eyes, “Crowley, you are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, you’re perfect, you could have scales and a forked tongue, and I’d still want to go out with you.”

The next moment the alpha was being kissed with a passion that only Crowley had ever kissed him with, and it only solidified every decision that he’d made in the past few days. This was the beginning of something amazing, he could feel it, he was ready to close this chapter of his life, and start anew, all he had to do was give the omega of his dreams his phone number, and walk out of the door. Easy. However, to do that he had to stop kissing said omega, and that was a little bit more difficult.

XXX

ONE YEAR LATER

Aziraphale reached back into the box on the stool, pulling out another book, examining it, and finding a place on the shelf for it among the hundreds of other books that lined the shelves of his new bookstore.

No, he hadn’t been fired from ‘A Little Piece of Heaven’, he’d quit before they’d even had the chance to question him about anything. It was the right move in his opinion, especially when he’d had to endure the smug look on Gabriel’s face when he’d announced his resignation. He’d decided to take a little break from working for a couple of months, something he’d never done before, and just focused on the important things in his life for a little while until he felt ready to look into opening the bookstore he’d always dreamt about.

It had taken a few months to figure it all out and find a cute little corner store in Soho, but it was finally happening. The place was decorated just the way he’d always imagined, perhaps even better, with a big beautiful sign on the front, a tea room in the back, and there was even a little flat upstairs. It was darling, and it was perfect, and he was the happiest he’d been in…maybe ever.

Suddenly his attention was brought to the front of the shop as the little bell above the door chimed cheerily.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry but we don’t open until tomorrow, I’m afraid you’ll have to come back then,” he called out, unable to see the door or the person through the shelves.

“Angel, you shouldn’t leave your front door unlocked, anyone could walk in,” a smooth familiar voice said in return, getting closer with every word.

“Crowley!” Aziraphale lit up as he smelled the omega, his omega, just before he saw him start down the aisle that he was shelving books in, black skinny jeans and dark sunglasses as usual, “I thought you couldn’t make it today…?”

Crowley ducked his head down for a lingering kiss, his fangs pressing deliciously against Aziraphale’s lips as he slid his arms around Aziraphale’s waist.

“One of my meetings got cancelled, so I thought I’d pop down here, see if you needed a hand with anything, maybe take you to lunch…at the Ritz?”

“The Ritz?! Oh, Crowley, you really mustn’t keep spending so much money on me like this,” Aziraphale declared, even though he would have very much liked to go to the Ritz, “going halves in the bookshop was already too much, really, and on top of everything else…”

“Aziraphale, my alpha, firstly, I love you, and I will show you how much I love you any way that I can, and secondly, it’s my money, and I’ll spend it however I please, which it pleases me most to spend it on you. Besides, it’s not entirely selfless when I get to watch you eat something you find tantalisingly good,” he added with a smug grin that showed his fangs. “You know I would have paid for the whole bookshop if you’d have let me.”

“I know, and I love you too, Crowley, my perfect omega,” Aziraphale returned with another kiss, and then held Crowley’s eyes over his lenses with a finger under his chin, “however if you want to watch me eat something divine, then perhaps we should get a mirror for the bedroom so you can watch while I eat you out, hm?” he put a little alpha into his voice as he’d said it, smirking when Crowley’s pupils dilated with lust.

“Fuck, Angel, you’re gonna get me all wet,” Crowley whined, digging a fang into his lip.

“Still want to go to lunch?” Aziraphale inquired, he was rather famished now that he stopped and thought about it, but he’d happily take care of his omega first, and then get lunch if that’s what Crowley wanted.

Crowley swallowed and then nodded, “Yeah, if you want to…will you fuck me afterwards though?”

“Of course, my love, I can do so beforehand too if you can’t wait…” he offered, fingers dancing over Crowley’s chest, bringing a shiver from the omega.

“I-I already made a reservation, which I can’t change, otherwise I’d be naked for you already,” Crowley told him.

“How did you get a reservation at the Ritz on such short notice?" Aziraphale gawked.

“I have my ways,” Crowley preened.

Aziraphale raised his eyebrows, “You mean you have money.”

Crowley laughed and nodded, “Yeah, mostly that, and connections too."

Aziraphale sighed fondly and kissed his omega again, “I adore you, you silly thing. Now, go clean yourself up while I fetch my jacket.”

Crowley caught his lips again, dragging the lower one out with his teeth and a cheeky grin, “Yes, alpha.”

Just catching him before Crowley could saunter off to the bathroom, Aziraphale gave him a light tap to his bottom, and followed him with heart eyes until the omega was out of sight. When they were ready to go, Crowley held the door open of both the bookshop, and his vintage Bentley for Aziraphale, a romantic and a gentleman at heart, he was, and Aziraphale adored him for it.

“Your chariot, my alpha,” he’d teased, and Aziraphale loved that too, the easy banter between them like he’d had with no one else.

Inside the car they’d held hands all way to the restaurant, and then even at the table between courses too. Crowley watched him eat with a reverence that Aziraphale could feel through the dark lenses of his glasses, and afterwards, back at the bookshop, Aziraphale bent Crowley over his new desk and fucked him until his legs gave out and Crowley had ten missed phone calls due to the fact that he was late for his next meeting.

Even a year into their relationship, and they could still hardly keep their hands off of each other long enough for Crowley to get out of the door and to his meeting. They waved and blew kisses to each other from their respective doors, and as Aziraphale went back to shelving books, he smiled to himself, knowing that he’d found the one. He’d known back then, the first time he’d helped Crowley through his heat, but he had to be sure, and he was now, he was truly happy.

One thought led to another as he pottered around the store doing odd jobs and humming to himself, and soon enough he was rehearsing a proposal speech for both a mating bite, and an engagement.

Little did Aziraphale know that as Crowley drove back to the bookshop to collect the alpha for dinner that night, the omega was doing the exact same thing, and he even had a ring.