A slither of early morning sunlight found its way between a gap in the curtains.

Aziraphale finished reading his book and placed it down on the bedside table beside him before settling back amongst the pillows.

He glanced over at Crowley, who lay fast asleep curled up against his side. His face, lit by warm lamp light, looked peaceful and innocent whilst he slept. Aziraphale felt an intense surge of love and adoration towards him.

He thought of their confessions of love and the pleasure they had shared the evening before and felt such joy. It felt as though he were living in a dream. Crowley had said that he loved him, wanted him, and yet Aziraphale couldn't help but worry that it was all too good to be true. Crowley hadn't seen him naked yet and Aziraphale worried that he'd be disappointed when he did.

Crowley had wanted to undress him and it had pained Aziraphale to refuse him that, but he had been feeling terribly self-conscious. He knew that he couldn't hide his body away forever, and he wouldn't want to anyway. He wanted to be naked with him, to have Crowley touch him, and he certainly wanted to see Crowley naked. But he just couldn't find the courage to let it happen.

He wished that he could alter his appearance, but unlike Crowley, who could turn into a serpent at will or into something terrifying to scare humans, he had never been able to shapeshift in such a way himself.

Aziraphale was snapped out of his reverie by Crowley wiggling beside him. The demon stretched, let out a little sigh, then opened his eyes and looked up at Aziraphale.

"Good morning," Aziraphale said with a smile.

Crowley grinned. "Good morning. It's nice to wake up with you in my bed, angel. I could get used to this."

"Me too."

Crowley sat up and kissed him. "I'm gonna get a coffee. Do you want one?"

"Yes please."

Crowley pushed back the covers and swung his legs over the side. He stood up, his back to Aziraphale. His pyjama bottoms were riding low enough that a tantalising hint of skin was visible, even in the low light, and as he walked away Aziraphale watched him go, wanting more than ever to see him naked.

When Crowley returned he was already sipping at his coffee. He climbed into bed and passed Aziraphale his own cup.

Crowley downed his drink then placed his cup on his bedside table before laying down lazily and pulling the covers up around himself.

After taking a quick fortifying sip of his drink, Aziraphale pushed his cup onto his own bedside table and then turned to Crowley and kissed him passionately, receiving an enthusiastic and eager response.

Aziraphale pulled back the duvet to get a better view of him. His pyjama top had bunched up, revealing his stomach, and Aziraphale ran his fingers over skin eliciting a happy sigh.

Aziraphale unbuttoned Crowley's pyjama top and parted the material reverently. He touched his collar bone, his chest, his stomach, whilst Crowley shivered under the touches. Aziraphale could feel the demon's heart racing, his chest rising and falling.

A trail of hair vanished away under the band of his pyjama bottoms where a bulge had formed. He wanted to see. He hooked a finger under the waist band and looked into Crowley's eyes questioningly.

"Can I?" He asked.

Crowley nodded. "Please."

He pulled down the pyjamas slowly, releasing his cock. Crowley threw his head back and gasped as Aziraphale took hold of him and started to stroke him in the same way he liked to stroke himself.

"Is… is this okay?" Aziraphale asked, feeling unsure of himself.

Crowley whimpered and managed to get out a "Yes." His hands were clinging tightly to the bed sheets as he watched the hand that was stroking him. Then his gaze drifted across to Aziraphale's body hungrily.

Aziraphale felt a burst of excitement mixed with fear knowing that Crowley wanted to strip him. He could see it in his eyes.

He wanted him to do it.

Aziraphale looked at the lamp and the light from it dimmed to a faint glow.

"More romantic," he explained, feeling that he needed to supply a reason and that seemed a good enough excuse. He felt a little less self-conscious in the low light. It was just a shame that this hindered his view of Crowley.

"You... You can undress me too, if you like."

Hands went up instantly, pawing at him. Crowley got Aziraphale's top unbuttoned and then he threw it on the floor.

Crowley grabbed Aziraphale's wrist, stopping his stroking movements. "Angel, ssstop that for now."

"W… Was it good?" Aziraphale asked quickly, suddenly worried.

"Yes. It was very good. Too good. I wouldn't have lasted much longer."

"Oh!" said Aziraphale with a pleased grin.

"Lay down, angel. On your back."

Aziraphale did as he was told, a shiver of excitement running through him at Crowley taking charge.

Crowley kicked the duvet off the bed then knelt beside Aziraphale and started to pull down his pyjama bottoms. Aziraphale noted that somewhere along the way Crowley had lost his own pyjama bottoms and was now entirely naked.

"Raise your hips for me."

Aziraphale did as he was asked and seconds later his pyjama bottoms joined the shirt on the floor.

Completely naked, Aziraphale lay there with Crowley straddling his thighs. He could barely believe that this was really happening. He felt shy but took comfort from knowing that Crowley couldn't really see him properly in the darkened room.

Crowley leant forward and kissed him, stroking his hands down Aziraphale's chest, his touches drawing gasps and moans, making Aziraphale forget all of his insecurities.

Crowley sat up and Aziraphale gazed up at him, a dark silhouette in the gloom. Reflective, golden snake eyes swept leisurely across his body until their eyes met.

Crowley's voice was full of awe and adoration as he spoke. "You're so beautiful, angel."

And Aziraphale remembered with a sudden shock that Crowley could see perfectly well in the dark. He could see everything.

"Oh! You can see me?! Bloody hell, I forgot you can see in the dark!"

"You forgot?" Crowley asked in disbelief.

Aziraphale resisted the urge to curl up into a ball, which would no doubt have sent Crowley flying off the bed. He considered miracling his clothes back on, but instead opted for covering himself awkwardly with his arms. He felt deeply embarrassed.

"I… I didn't realise you could see me-"

Crowley got up and moved so that they were face to face. "Shhh. Angel, it's okay. You didn't want me to see?"

"I just…" Aziraphale made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat, feeling humiliated. But then he remembered what Crowley had said. "Do… do you really think I'm beautiful?"

Crowley's eyes went wide. "Of course. Aziraphale, you are stunning. You are beautiful. Of course I meant it."

"Oh. Well… Thank you. I wasn't sure if you- because, you know... you're so bloody gorgeous, and I'm just… you know…"

"You think I'm gorgeous?" Crowley smiled, "Thank you. I've always felt that I'm kinda lanky, myself. Angel, you are absolutely perfect. The most elegant thing I've ever seen. And you turn me on so bad."

"Oh! You get me rather hot and bothered yourself," Aziraphale said with a grin, "and you're not lanky, my dear, you're lithe."

"Thanks."

They kissed, and Aziraphale felt his confidence soar.

Crowley, on all fours over Aziraphale, laid kisses along his jaw, then his neck. He shifted down his body, licking at one nipple and then the other, and by the time he reached his stomach, laying kisses against his belly button and stroking fingers across his thighs, Aziraphale was so hard it hurt, his breath coming in sharp gasps.

With his hands braced either side of Aziraphale's hips, and his face so close to his cock that Aziraphale could feel his breath, Crowley dipped his head and licked at the tip before swallowing him right down to the base.

Aziraphale whimpered and tensed as Crowley used his mouth and his tongue to pleasure him. With a thought, the light on the bedside table brightened and he watched, enthralled, as Crowley licked and sucked at him. Their eyes met and Crowley smiled around his cock, it was one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen.

"Bloody hell," Aziraphale moaned. "You weren't kidding when you said you have a very dextrous tongue."

Crowley laughed, the vibrations wonderful.

Aziraphale ran his fingers through the demon's hair as he watched his head bobbing up and down in his lap.

"Crowley," he gasped warningly, "I… I won't last much longer if you keep doing that."

Without so much as slowing down, Crowley looked up at him and grinned wickedly. He continued to suck and lick until the breath caught in Aziraphale's throat and he felt himself overcome by a powerful rush, gasping and shuddering at the intensity of it.

Crowley continued to suck him, swallowing every drop of his cum. When he finally released him from his mouth the demon let out a happy little laugh and ran the back of his hand over his mouth.

Aziraphale was panting as Crowley crawled up and kissed him. He could taste his seed and it thrilled him.

Aziraphale trailed a hand up Crowley's thigh and took hold of his cock. Crowley moaned against his mouth, tensing and shaking as the angel stroked him.

A desperate cry and Crowley was spilling his seed over Aziraphale's belly. They both looked down at the mess he had made before their eyes met again and they both laughed.

"Crowley, what a terrible mess you've made, I'm utterly debauched, you wicked thing."

Crowley kissed him. "You have been thoroughly ravished."

"I really like what you did with your mouth. I'd like to try that on you next time."

"I'd like that."

"Though I don't imagine I'll be quite as good at it as you."

"Don't worry, I'll happily let you practice as much as you like."

"Oh thank you, my dear, you are too kind."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Would you like me to miracle away the evidence of your ravishment?" Crowley asked, nodding towards Aziraphale's damp stomach.

Aziraphale looked down. "I suppose." Curious, he dipped a finger into the mess and licked it.

Crowley grinned. "You always did enjoy tasting new things."

"And as I suspected, everything about you is delicious."

Rachmiel strolled towards Eden, but when the Eastern gate came into view, he hesitated.

Guarding it, head held high, stood Briathos. Rachmiel slowed down his steps, losing his nerve now that he could actually see the other angel. They had not spoken since Briathos had been knocked unconscious. As soon as they had returned to Heaven, Briathos had been spirited away by Michael and his soldiers.

In order to keep Briathos out of the way after his 'little outburst' as Gabriel put it, he had been told to take up the position of Angel of the Eastern Gate. It was supposed to be a punishment, but from what Rachmiel had heard, he seemed to be rather enjoying it.

Briathos turned and saw him. Rachmiel forced a friendly smile onto his face while Briathos just glared at him.

"I can't let you in, Rachmiel."

"Oh, that's quite alright. I came to see you actually."

"Come to gloat, have you?" Briathos asked bitterly.

"No. Certainly not," Rachmiel said gently. "Look, I'm sorry about, um…"

"Hitting me on the head with a plant pot?"

"Oh. Yes. So you do remember. Sorry about that."

"I suppose you were hoping that all the knocks to my head would have messed with my memory. No such luck. I remember what you did."

"Well, with all due respect, you'd gone bonkers. When I got there you were threatening to attack Aziraphale with a flaming sword."

"He should have stepped aside!" Briathos said defensively. "But I wasn't really going to hurt him! I'd never hurt an angel."

"It rather looked like you were about to take a swipe at him when I got there-"

"He was in my way!" Briathos argued desperately. He looked ashamed. "But I didn't mean it! Everything happened so fast and now it's all just a blur. I had no idea what I was doing! I wouldn't have hurt him really, and I wouldn't have hurt you, Rachmiel, I just wanted you to go away."

"Well, I suppose it all worked out in the end. No one got hurt."

"I don't know about that, all those bumps to the head hurt quite a bit."

"Again, I'm sorry. You were out of control."

"I wish I'd at least been able to maim the demon a little bit," Briathos said sadly, but then he brightened up a bit. "I scared the hell out of him though."

Rachmiel smiled awkwardly and quickly changed the subject. "I'm still trying to help stop that Brexit thing, like you asked me to. It's just more difficult than I expected to get politicians to listen to a word I say, you know? But I'm still trying."

Rachmiel decided not to tell Briathos that Aziraphale was helping him with it too now, in an official capacity. He thought Briathos might take it personally. Crowley had gladly agreed not to get in their way, but had also warned them that there probably wasn't much they could do at this stage. The demon believed that the situation had snowballed and was now well and truly in human hands.

"Ah, thanks," said Briathos dismissively.

Rachmiel could tell that Briathos' heart wasn't really in it. He got the feeling that now Briathos was not directly involved in stopping Brexit, he had lost all interest.

"How are you finding working on the Eastern Gate?" Rachmiel asked conversationally.

Briathos was suddenly all enthusiasm. "I've really shaken things up here. Made it so much better! There was no system, you know? Aziraphale wasn't tallying anything, no idea of footfall. Everything is running a lot more smoothly now I'm in charge of Eden."

"I'm glad to hear it."

"They clearly needed my input here. Why they didn't ask for my assistance earlier, I'll never know. I'm really-"

Briathos stopped, his attention diverted by two angels who were trying to leave Eden quietly without him noticing. "Stop! You need to sign out first! Come on!"

Miserably, they were directed to a huge book on a table.

"And I need to check your pockets, make sure you're not trying to smuggle anything out."

The angels looked even more wretched at the thought of being searched.

Briathos gasped, shocked speechless for a moment. "What is that?!"

He advanced on one of the startled angels who backed away worriedly and tried to hide behind their friend. Briathos grabbed at the offending angel and took a flower from their hair which had been tucked behind an ear.

"I found it on the floor. I didn't pluck it-" the angel pleaded.

"That's no excuse! I told you! Don't remove anything from the garden! Didn't you read the flyer?!"

The other angel looked annoyed. "Aziraphale didn't mind if we took flowers."

"He's not in charge. I am!"

Rachmiel watched in stunned silence as Briathos made them empty their pockets and then patted them down. Soon, the two angels scuttled away.

"Wow," said Rachmiel.

"I know right. Can you believe the nerve of some people? Yesterday I caught someone brazenly making a daisy chain. You couldn't make it up."

"I thought we were just not allowed to remove any of the animals," Rachmiel ventured.

Briathos let out a long suffering sigh. "You cannot remove anything. Here, take this." He handed him a flyer. "I made it myself."

Rachmiel glanced at it. It was a list of Do's and Don'ts. It was mostly don'ts.

"Have a good read of that, and once you know the rules I might consider letting you into Eden."

"Oh, er, thanks. I'm very busy right now, but I'll come back later," Rachmiel said. He waved the letter. "I'll give this a good read!"

Briathos nodded. "Memorise the rules," he advised.

Rachmiel stuffed the letter into his pocket and wondered how long it was going to be until Briathos got fired from this job too.

April 2019

Aziraphale rearranged some books on one of his bookshelves in the shop then took a step back and admired his work.

"Much better," he said. "I think we've almost got the place back to how it was. Or close enough anyway."

"Huh?" Crowley looked up from where he was sat on the floor with an open book on his lap.

Aziraphale smiled. Crowley had fallen into a trap which he often fell into himself, the main hazard of sorting through ones book collection was getting distracted and ending up reading the books instead.

"How about we head out for a spot of lunch, dear? If I can tear you away from that book."

"Yeah," said Crowley cheerfully, closing the book and returning it to a shelf. He started putting away a few other books that lay around him on the floor. "I'll just finish this quick."

The bell above the door rang. Aziraphale turned towards the entrance and prepared himself for the task of getting rid of a member of the general public, but when the door opened it was Rachmiel who poked his head through.

Aziraphale smiled. "Oh! Hello, dear boy."

"Hello," Rachmiel said.

"Hi," Crowley chimed in.

Rachmiel glanced around until he saw Crowley still sat on the floor. "Hello. I thought you must be here too. I saw your car outside. I'm sorry, but it has a parking ticket on it."

Crowley sighed. "I forgot to roll away the double yellows."

"I was just going to the cinema and wondered if you both might like to join me? Avengers: Endgame. We saw the last one together, Aziraphale, remember? Infinity War."

"Oh. Yes. I remember," said Aziraphale, who wished he had paid a little more attention during that film.

"I've been wanting to see that! Let's go!" Crowley leapt up eagerly.

Rachmiel smiled. "Have you both seen Captain Marvel? I think it ties in with the plot of this one."

Crowley nodded. "Yup."

"No, I've not," Aziraphale said.

"Never mind," Rachmiel said. "I'm sure it won't matter too much. We'll fill you in."

Aziraphale found himself being steered towards the door by an enthusiastic demon.

"I'll drive," Crowley said.

Rachmiel hesitated. "No. That car is a death trap."

Crowley spun to face him, offended. "No it isn't. The Bentley is as good as new. Better even."

"I was referring to the way you drive the thing, I've seen you on the road."

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll try to keep to the speed limits. Come on, let's go."

"Can we get lunch first?" Aziraphale pleaded.

"That's a good idea," Rachmiel said thoughtfully. "We can fill you in on Ant-man and the Wasp too whilst you eat."

Crowley nodded in agreement. "I know this great little café near the cinema."

They piled out onto the street. Aziraphale locked the bookshop door while Crowley waved a hand dramatically at the parking ticket which burnt away into nothing.

"Oh, I should tell you both about the latest goings on with Briathos," Rachmiel said. "He's been forced to relax the rules he set for Eden. He stupidly ordered Gabriel to empty his pockets because 'no one can be above suspicion' and so Gabriel took him to one side to have words with him. And by 'have words' I mean yell at him a lot. Visiting Eden is a much more pleasant now."

"Ah, Briathos. What a berk," said Crowley cheerfully.

And before long, two angels and a demon were speeding away through the Soho streets.

The End

Fun Facts:

The names I used are real angel names.

Briathos - Angel who thwarts demons

Rachmiel - Angel of Mercy

Pravuil (The one Rachmiel spoke to when trying to get permission to go to Earth) - God's scribe and recordkeeper/ an archangel who keeps all the records of Heaven.

Thank you for sticking with this story right to the end! I hope you enjoyed it.