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“Oh.” General Aziraphale whispers as he presses his palm over his would-be assassin’s stomach.
“What-what just happened?” a shuddering retort comes back to him. The slim body shaking on the ground, under his hands, moaning softly.
“I think," Aziraphale frowns, "I think you just came.”
“I wot?” The rebel who will become Crowley asks, gasping. “Wait, no-“
“No?”
“Don’t stop touching – me.”
“Oh?”
Crowley blindly reaches for the angel, turning to him. “I - it feels good. What do you mean came? Can you do it again?”
“It’s, well it’s something we came up with for humans. I only know the description you see. It's got to do with feeling good and...”
“Ah.”
“You heard of those?”
“Mmm,” Crowley grumbles. “Humans? You told me.”
Aziraphale is now turning Crowley into a more comfortable position, his own legs spread for balance over him.
“I didn’t know we can – do that too. It’s mainly meant for, eh, breeding. Supposed to work only on fully corporeal bodies I believe.”
“Well, if we can bleed, who’s to say- wait. My leg. It doesn’t hurt so much anymore. What did you do to it?”
“Well, er, as I told you, the tourniquet…”
“Are you a healer?”
“I, ah-“ Aziraphale wonders if he overdid it - the trying to make him feel better, good. And caused Crowley to- he didn't mean to make him feel too much-
“You are, general Aziraphale. What did they do to you, making a healer fight?”
“I was just doing my job. Everyone had to.”
“Mmm, and very good you were at it too.”
“Well, the rebels…”
“A bunch of wankers I agree, I don’t even remember why I joined. I certainly didn’t expect – this.” Crowley waves over the broken ruins, the expanse of pain and loss. And whatever is waiting for him. After.
“No. I didn’t expect this either.” Aziraphale’s face falls.
“Bet you didn’t. Healer Aziraphale. Now, please. Touch me again? Tell me about breeding. How does it work? Can we do it?”
“Ah, I-“ Aziraphale falters a little. “I don’t know everything.”
“Do you have the human prototypes yet?”
“No, but it is very exciting!" Aziraphale is clearly back in element. Something strange flutters in Crowley's heart. "I am also planning a garden for them you know, on Earth,” Aziraphale’s eyes sparkle as he says this. “There will be the first breeding pair –“
“And then?”
“And then,” Aziraphale frowns. “Well, I expect they will breed and make more of themselves. I suppose.”
“In the garden?”
“Yes.”
“What’s a garden?”
“Oh! It will be walled, to keep them safe and, and it’ll filled with the most beautiful greenery, plants and trees and flowers! Everywhere. So many colours. Nothing like – here. And so many animals. They don’t have names yet, the Almighty wants the humans to name them, but, oh, they are all so glorious!”
“Hmm,” Crowley muses, now folded between Aziraphale’s legs. His wound is feeling so much better. He strokes Aziraphale’s bare thigh as he listens and the angel squirms a little.
“Sounds like you are going to love these – humans. Didn’t the whole thing with Satan start over them? If I recall?” Crowley watches Aziraphale’s face fold into an expression of sadness and loss and confusion.
“I think so. I think he didn’t want the Almighty to bother with them. What’s the point if you have us? And so on. Well, I expect you know.”
Crowley moans when Aziraphale’s fingers suddenly absentmindedly tug at his hair. His hand having had wound itself into his curls. “Oh I’m so sorry-“
“No. That felt good. Do it again.”
Aziraphale does, his whole being feeling very odd. But not in an unpleasant way.
“Please tell me about breeding. And maybe I can – make you come as well.” Crowley says, considering his words carefully. “I’d like you to feel it too.”
“I – well I don’t think it’s for me you see. To want…”
“Why not?”
Crowley pushes the sword out of the way and it clangs as it hits the floor. He has not spent much time thinking about this body that can bleed and hurt now. How did it even happen? And how and why is Aziraphale’s different? He’s bigger. Crowley really wants to wrap his arms around him for some reason. And not let go. When he saw him at the battlefield he was too afraid to approach and anyway, what could he expect but a smiting and being sent to – well, wherever he will have to go now that his side lost.
Crowley pushes his hand up Aziraphale’s thigh, because his own strange feelings gather there, in the middle of this body, so it must be the same for him.
“Oh,” they say both at once when Crowley wraps his hand around something thick and hard and hot between Aziraphale’s legs.
“What is that? I don’t think I have one of these.”
“Ugh, erm. Technically,” Aziraphale hesitates, “it’s a penis.”
“A penis,” Crowley repeats, unimpressed. “For breeding?”
“Uh-huh,” Aziraphale nods, legs spread, the kilt still covering him, his back pressed against the column.
“Let me see,” Crowley pushes the fabric out of the way, revealing Aziraphale’s cock, his pale curly hair. “Interesting.” He runs his fingers over the hard thing, it’s like a sword in a way, sticking out of the general’s body. He wraps his hand around it and Aziraphale moans.
“Sorry,” Crowley lets go, “am I hurting you?”
“No, no. Please,” Aziraphale gestures, “touch it again? Oh.”
Crowley strokes it, fascinated. “So, what do you with it? I really don’t think I have one.” He lets go of Aziraphale and reaches into his own trousers, to check. “Ugh. Wet.” He pulls out his fingers but it's not blood. He looks questioningly at Aziraphale. “It’s different. Is there something wrong with me?”
“No, no.” Aziraphale assures him. “You probably just got the other type.”
“Ok. There’s just two?”
“In theory. In practice there will be many random variations to keep things - interesting. But yes, mostly two.”
“Are they – are we compatible? With breeding?”
“Well I don’t think if we can? It’s also not immediate. Not every time ends in creating new life. It’s rather,” Aziraphale stutters, “complicated. Look, why don’t we try to talk about something else, this is making me…”
“Yes? You want to try it? Because I do.”
“You do?”
“Tell me what needs to be done. What do you do with that?”
“Well.” Aziraphale wraps his own hand around himself and groans. “Oh, I knew it was meant to feel good but…”
Crowley watches and decides to check his pants again, fingers sliding over the wetness, it feels good too. He realises he’s moaning as well.
“Tell me.”
“Ah - if we were going to do – it. I’d put my, er penis, inside you. You have an, erm, opening for it. There, between your legs. If I am correct.”
“Okay do it.”
“What?”
“Well I expect I’ll never have the chance to see any humans over there,” Crowley gesticulates into far distance, “So I’ll never know. Show me.”
“How is your leg?”
“Fine,” Crowley answers, trying to push his trousers down, getting on his knees and pushing them over his hips.
He feels rather than sees Aziraphale move behind him and for a moment he’s scared there will be a sword pressed to his neck but instead Aziraphale’s lips land there and instead of a sword, something else is poking at his bare ass.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
Aziraphale removes the trousers completely with a miracle and places them under Crowley’s knees. He knows what is supposed to happen. In theory though. He knows about the various animals, or most of them; all the different mating ways and the humans. But. He’s never seen anyone do it.
Crowley bends for him and he slides his hand between Crowley’s legs making him whimper.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” Crowley gasps, “not at all. Do it more. Do something more.”
Aziraphale moves his hand forward, spreading the slick, looking for the little, ahh, Crowley shudders under him.
“More!” Crowley demands. “Aren’t you supposed to put that thing inside?”
Aziraphale hesitates, is this supposed to happen? What is he doing? But the picture before him is so tempting. The bare ass, the long red locks, he shuffles forward, lifting his kilt over Crowley and gasps when his cock touches Crowley’s wetness.
“Yes,” Crowley moans. “Yes, put it in. Go on.”
Aziraphale is not sure where the urgency is coming from but he certainly feels it too. He finds the opening to Crowley’s body and pushes gently.
“Oh.” They moan in unison again.
“Does it hurt?”
Crowley is quiet for a bit and Aziraphale almost withdraws.
“It – stings a bit but I want more. It feels good too. Put all of it in.”
Aziraphale does so, slowly and carefully, he moves backwards and forwards, coating himself in Crowley’s slick, holding the hips under him as the body in his hands is shaking, Crowley moaning. He realises he’s moaning too. It feels incredible.
“And this is just for humans?”
“Well.” Aziraphale thinks, clearly not. Since they are doing it. “Technically.”
“Right.”
“So now what happens?”
Aziraphale moves again, pushing himself in an out of Crowley, his body slamming into the slim one under him, making him feel like he wants to go faster and harder until they both explode. He leans over him and kisses his neck again.
“Are you alright?” He gasps into his ear and reaches under them to touch Crowley where he knows it’s important, making him groan and shake and suddenly Crowley is squeezing him inside himself, shaking and Aziraphale stops, confused.
“Yes, I’m alright." Crowley says when he gets his breath back, still fluttering around Aziraphale inside him. "You did it again. Made me – come. But it was much stronger now. Can I see you?” Crowley turns his head but the angle is not right.
Aziraphale pulls out from Crowley and Crowley turns under him, his legs falling apart. He looks stunning.
Crowley reaches under the kilt, grasps the wet cock. “Can you go back inside? Like this?”
Aziraphale nods and lowers himself over Crowley whose eyes roll back when he lays on him. “Is something wrong?”
Crowley just shakes his head, so Aziraphale continues, pushing himself back into Crowley, their bodies locked in a rhythm, his hips driving into the body under him. It feels so different to the theory. Is it supposed to be like this? He finds Crowley’s lips and touches them gently with his own. Crowley gasping and pressing back.
The kiss evolves into something hungry, unbound, Aziraphale fucking Crowley by the Eternal Flame, arms around each other, desperate, both of them lost in desire, in wanting to be one. Even if they don’t have words for it.
Suddenly Crowley shudders again and squeezes Aziraphale inside him in spasms through another orgasm, head bent back as Aziraphale holds him. But this time Aziraphale’s body responds by thrusting his hips hard into Crowley couple more times and flooding him with pleasure too as his muscles stiffen and trembles all over. He feels his cock pulse inside Crowley and remembers about the semen. Oh. It’s too late.
Aziraphale pulls out slowly after a while, when their breaths calm down and it starts to feel just a little uncomfortable, to be lying like this. Aziraphale checks Crowley’s thigh, it’s ok, almost fully mended. He touches it carefully again anyway, just to speed up the healing.
“Why – is your face wet?” He asks Crowley who shakes his head.
“Don’t know. Are you telling me this is just for them then?” Crowley manages to ask.
“Yes… well. I don’t think we will need it.”
“And I will never get to meet them. Or you. Ever again.”
“Well, I am not sure-“
“In what circumstances could we ever meet general Aziraphale? How?"
Aziraphale miracles them clean and decides to put the trousers back on Crowley. He smooths his own kilt. Picks up his word. They both stand up. Holding hands for a moment.
“I – I don’t know.” Aziraphale shakes his head.
“Thank you for the - well.”
“Probably best if you don't, er... don't tell anyone about this. Good luck.”
Crowley looks back at Aziraphale one more time. So different to the first time they met. But, he supposes, everyone is now. To some degree. And he now has to make his way downstairs. That much he knew. Into the dungeon. Waiting for those humans who didn’t make the cut. For Heaven. That was the Plan. And all that for just having questions? And trusting the wrong people he supposed. But who could he trust anyway?
Well, one answer popped into his mind but. It was too late.