A panicked sound escaped Crowley as they pulled up outside of Anathema's cottage. He had already been dreading the prospect of explaining the situation to the witch, but it hadn't even occurred to him that they might have an audience.

The garden was full of chatting humans, and the front door was open and he could see more people stood around inside. He was not in the mood for dealing with a social function, especially one that he had not actually been invited to.

Aziraphale smiled. "Oh! She's having a barbeque. How lovely!"

"Yeah, great," said Crowley sarcastically.

"You wait here, dear boy. I'll go and find Anathema and explain the situation to her."

"Thank you."

Aziraphale gave him a warm smile that did something weird to Crowley's chest before getting out of the car and then wandering away into the garden.

Crowley watched him go, his fingers tapping nervously on the steering wheel. He felt a sweet, tender feeling flood through him as he gazed upon the angel, mixed in with sheer blind terror. He looked away and stared miserably through the windscreen instead.

Aziraphale had offered to have sex with him - if the witch couldn't break the curse, of course - and the angel had even sounded like he was okay with the idea. Aziraphale had said that he was curious, and that Crowley was the only one he had ever actually considered doing it with. Crowley felt giddy and mortified all at once. He had secretly hoped that Aziraphale would want to sleep with him. He'd never imagined doing it with anyone else.

Crowley had often fantasised about them confessing their feelings for each other in a big, romantic and passionate moment rather than this awkward and casual offer of sex, but beggars can't be choosers.

Crowley had meant it when he said that he would never judge Aziraphale or think less of him for having had sex before, but Crowley had been worried that he would never be able to measure up to the angel's past lovers, especially considering some of the men Aziraphale had hung around with over the centuries were known for being very good in bed. He had been so jealous of those men, and hurt that Aziraphale had chosen to be with them over him, never seeming to give him a second look in that regard.

Except, if what Aziraphale had told him was true, Aziraphale had never chosen anyone over him, because he had never chosen anyone at all.

He wondered how honest Aziraphale was really being with him. Maybe the angel had just said what he thought Crowley needed to hear in order to get him to be comfortable enough to agree to his offer, and Crowley hated the thought that Aziraphale was only offering him pity sex. He wondered if Aziraphale really was a virgin - he'd spent so long thinking otherwise that it was difficult to get his head around the idea.

Throughout the centuries, Crowley had tried to boost his confidence by reassuring himself that being a demon gave him certain advantages over any humans. For one thing, he was very skilled with his serpentine tongue, and he knew first hand that he was very good at oral sex - his body was very bendy and he could go down on himself – and he liked the idea of wowing Aziraphale with his skills. He was very eager to please.

Crowley had wondered for a long while if Aziraphale had been resisting him because he was a demon and he couldn't allow himself to take that final step with someone who was, technically, his enemy. The events of the failed apocalypse had brought them closer together, and he had hoped that it might have helped Aziraphale realise his feelings, if he had them. But still, Aziraphale had failed to make any feelings known and Crowley had started to truly give up hope.

But now he suspected – if Aziraphale were telling the truth – that the angel had been resisting him purely because he thought he was promiscuous, and he didn't want to be 'another notch on his bedpost' as the angel had phrased it. Crowley had shot himself in the foot by letting Aziraphale believe that lie. He was a fool.

And now Crowley was starting to have real hope. The thought that Aziraphale might have been secretly longing for him all this time made him want to drive the angel home right now and take him apart piece by piece, really show him how much he loved him. But he couldn't help the feeling that it was all just a fantasy and that Aziraphale was only offering himself out of obligation.

He had always imagined their first time being hot, clumsy and frantic, but if they had to have sex just to break the curse, it was more likely to be awkward, forced and humiliating. He was scared that with the stress of the situation he might not even be able to get it up, let alone orgasm.

He wondered if the incubi might be a better choice, but the thought of being with one of them made him feel nauseous. He wouldn't feel safe. He only felt safe with Aziraphale.

Honestly, he might even consider taking the desk job in Hell option if it didn't mean he would never see Aziraphale or Earth ever again.

He really hoped Anathema would be able to save him.

There was a rap at the driver's side window making Crowley jump and look over. He hoped to see Anathema standing there, but instead there was a young girl smiling at him. She gave him a little wave and then gestured for him to wind down his window.

Crowley wasn't in the mood so he made a shooing motion with his hand and then went back to staring glumly at his steering wheel.

The back door opened and a boy poked his head in. "Hi? Are you a detective?"

"Do I look like a bloody detective?"

"You're wearing sunglasses like a spy. Are you spying on Anathema 'cause she's a witch?"

Crowley noticed with some alarm that the boy was holding a beef burger dangerously close to his Bentley's upholstery. "Go away before you get barbeque sauce everywhere!"

Instead, the boy sat down on the middle seat. "Nah, it's okay. I'll be careful." The boy wiped sticky fingers on his jeans while Crowley watched on in horror.

A second boy climbed in. "Oh, I feel like I'm in a Film Noir!"

They both shuffled up to let the girl sit on the backseat with them.

Crowley wondered how he had lost control of the situation so quickly. "Don't you know you're not supposed to get into a car with a stranger? I might kidnap and murder you."

"Nah. You don't seem like a murderer."

"You're not a stranger anyway," the girl piped up. "I remember you from the airfield last summer."

Crowley had thought that they were vaguely familiar. Of course, they were the Antichrist's friends. He wondered how much they remembered from the airfield and suspected that Adam might have modified their minds slightly.

Speaking of Adam, if they were here then he would not be far behind. A feeling of helpless dread descended upon him at the thought of seeing the Adversary again.

He was just about to demand that the children scram right this second, when, as if on cue, the passenger side door opened and the Antichrist himself climbed into what Crowley would always see as being Aziraphale's seat.

A rush of fear swept through Crowley as he stared at the Antichrist. He remembered the horrifying feeling of this boy searching his mind and reading his entire life history as though it were a book - and not a particularly interesting one at that. He knew everything about him. Every sin, every mistake, every embarrassment.

"Hi," Adam said.

Crowley wondered if Adam still had his powers. He had altered reality that day, changed the world and changed himself. It had seemed like he had turned himself fully human but he couldn't be sure. It was best not to risk it.

"Hello, my Lord."

"You don't need to call me that. Just Adam will do," said the Antichrist casually as he looked around at the Bentley's interior. "This car looks way better when it's not on fire."

"Er, thanks," said Crowley, then he suddenly remembered why his car was not currently a pile of charred metal. "Thanks for bringing it back! And the bookshop. Thanks for everything really, it's greatly appreciated."

"No problem. Why have you got a curse on you?"

"Er… You can see that? Well, it's a very long story- what are you doing?"

Adam had picked up a Zippo lighter from the dashboard (Crowley had bought the lighter in the 1960s because it looked cool) and it had just burst into flame.

Crowley flinched. "I don't think you should be playing with that."

Adam started speaking in tongues, or at least that was what it sounded like to Crowley. He didn't recognise the language.

"A- Adam? Are you okay? Er…"

Crowley gasped. Ever since he'd had the curse cast onto him he'd felt a constant muggy clamminess about him like he was trapped in a sauna. It had just lifted, and the horrible black smog had vanished with it too.

Crowley stared at Adam, agog. "It- it's gone!"

"Yep."

"How did you do that?"

Adam shrugged. "I knew everything that day, just for a moment. Absolutely everything. And I'm like an elephant."

"An elephant?"

"An elephant never forgets," Adam said with a knowing smile. "That's from the Jungle Book."

Crowley smiled at him. "Thank you. You've no idea how stressed out I was. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome," Adam said proudly.

"Children! Get out of there!"

Crowley spun around, and through the window he saw Anathema advancing on them.

Walking beside her was Aziraphale, who looked pale and tired. They reached the car just as the kids scarpered, racing towards Newt who was guarding the barbeque.

Aziraphale took a nervous bite of a burger he was holding, and then paused mid-chew to stare thoughtfully at Crowley. He swallowed and then opened the driver's side door.

"I can't see the curse anymore?"

"That's because it's gone! Adam fixed it! I'm cured!"

Aziraphale let out a gasp of astonishment. "Oh thank goodness! I'm so glad!"

"Everything is okay then?" Anathema asked, looking confused but relieved.

"It is, my dear, I'm so sorry we bothered you. Thank you for all of your help. And for the beef burger."

"No problem, I'm glad everything worked out alright."

"Thank you," said Crowley.

"Would you both like to join us?" Anathema asked, pointing behind her at the garden and the barbeque.

Crowley smiled but shook his head. "Thanks, but better not. It's been a very long day."

They all said their goodbyes and then she returned to her party.

Aziraphale got into the car and closed the door. Crowley glanced at the burger he was holding, thinking again about the Bentley's upholstery but Aziraphale misconstrued his expression. The angel looked ashamed. "I'm sorry, Crowley, I should have got you one too! I can go back and-"

"No, no. I'm fine. Just don't make a mess of the car, angel. Watch those crumbs."

Aziraphale smiled at him fondly, making Crowley's chest tighten. Crowley looked away, focusing on getting the car moving, and soon they were zipping through the streets of Lower Tadfield.

A pleased sound escaped the angel's lips as he finished the last bite of his burger. "I do so enjoy a good barbeque," he said, dabbing at his lips with a handkerchief.

Crowley wondered vaguely if Aziraphale had miracled the handkerchief out of raw firmament or if he had just happened to have one in his pocket. Probably the latter. Victorian sensibilities.

"We were lucky Adam was there," Aziraphale said suddenly. "Lucky, lucky."

"Yeah."

"Not such a terrible child, when you get right down to it. As antichrists go!" Aziraphale let out a little chuckle.

Crowley laughed weakly. He concentrated on the road.

"Anathema had never broken a curse before, so it was quite a relief to find the situation taken care of."

When Aziraphale spoke again, his voice was slightly too loud and it made Crowley jump. "Well! That was close, wasn't it! To think we almost... Well!"

"Er... Yeah. Very close." Crowley's face felt hot.

"Everything worked out for the best! Phew!"

Crowley nodded in agreement.

Aziraphale stared out of the window and then started to fidget. He looked back at Crowley with a big smile. "Oh, let's go out for dinner to celebrate! How does the Ritz sound?"

Crowley didn't really feel up to going out in public. He mostly just wanted to sit at home, on his own, and obsess over every little thing Aziraphale had said. Perhaps even yell at his plants a bit too.

It seemed Aziraphale noticed his hesitation. The angel's voice was quick and desperate. "Or... Or we could get a takeaway? That lovely Chinese place you like? We could stop by on the way home."

Crowley did feel a bit hungry, now he thought about it, now that he was no longer in danger.

He glanced at Aziraphale, who was looking at him hopefully. He owed the angel a lot - without his help who knew what would have happened. It wouldn't have even crossed his mind to go to Anathema. The least Crowley could do was buy Aziraphale dinner.

"Sure," Crowley said with a smile.

Aziraphale beamed. "Shall we go to the bookshop? Or would you rather we went to yours?"

"Bookshop is good."

"Lovely."

"Thank you for all your help today, angel."

"Oh, not a problem! I'm glad I was able to be of assistance! I'm only sorry I couldn't break the curse myself." Aziraphale's eyes went wide and he looked mortified. "Using my powers, I mean! With the ritual!" He let out an embarrassed laugh.

"I know what you meant, angel."

They drove back to London, mostly in silence. Aziraphale gazed out of the window thoughtfully for most of the journey, though more than once Crowley thought he caught him looking at him in a way that made Crowley's heart pound.

He wondered if Aziraphale might still want to have sex with him, even without the curse as a reason.

Aziraphale glanced at Crowley, who was sat beside him on the sofa.

The demon was currently clutching his bowl of chow mein tightly to his chest, and staring at the television. A documentary about penguins was on.

He had been very quiet on the car ride home, and he seemed even more withdrawn since they had settled down in the bookshop.

Aziraphale nibbled at a vegetable roll and hoped the demon was okay. It had been a stressful day for the both of them, especially Crowley, and he suspected the demon was just a bit shell-shocked and embarrassed. A secret of his had been revealed against his will after all.

"Do you want to finish it?" Crowley asked, offering the bowl to Aziraphale. "I'm full."

Aziraphale saw that Crowley had barely eaten half of it. "Are you sure you don't want any more?"

"I've had plenty."

"Well, if you're sure." He took the proffered bowl, his fingers accidently brushing Crowley's. He felt the demon tense.

They both stared at the television.

The angel ate distractedly while a team of penguins waddled across the screen, then he pushed the bowl away onto the coffee table.

He shifted uncomfortably, trying to figure out how to put his thoughts into words. He wanted to discuss all that had happened that day but he didn't even know where to start.

Crowley spoke first. "So… about earlier. Er. Are you really a virgin, or-? If you were just pretending, I understand. It's okay."

"I am a virgin, yes."

"I thought maybe you just said it to make me more comfortable or something."

"I said it because it needed to be said at the time, especially under the circumstances. I assure you, it's true. Everything I said was true."

Crowley was turning a wonderful shade of red. "Everything? Did you really mean everything you said? About, er, being curious? And that I am the only one you would ever consider…"

A strange sort of dizziness descended on Aziraphale. He felt naked and vulnerable. His mouth opened but he couldn't speak so he just nodded.

Crowley's eyes softened. He leant in towards Aziraphale, nervous, hesitant. Their faces inches apart. Aziraphale tensed in anticipation, knowing that the kiss was coming, staring at Crowley's lips as they moved closer. Crowley's lips parted and the demon spoke, his voice gentle and full of longing. "You are the only one I have ever…"

And Crowley leant in and kissed him gently, such a light press of lips. And then another kiss and another, and Aziraphale was kissing him back, again and again, the both of them so uncertain at first until the kisses became deeper, more insistent and eager. Hands pressed against waists, hands clung to shoulders and brushed through hair.

They broke the kiss and pulled apart, although they were still holding onto each other tightly. Their eyes met, and they grinned at each other and laughed. This was still so new.

It warmed Aziraphale's heart to see Crowley so happy, and he pulled the demon into a hug, holding him close. Aziraphale ran his fingers through the demon's hair, enjoying having this level of closeness, enjoying being allowed to touch him like this. The demon nestled his head against his shoulder, and Aziraphale could feel his breath against his neck.

They snuggled on the sofa, watching the rest of the documentary although neither of them were really paying all that much attention to it.

The documentary ended and the adverts came on.

Crowley smiled against Aziraphale's neck and decided that he could happily stay in the angel's embrace like this for hours, centuries even, if he had the chance.

It would be nice to fall asleep like this, but not yet, another time, for he was not in the least bit tired right now. The way the angel was playing with the hair at the nape of his neck felt soothing and, as it turned out, also arousing. He had not known that he was quite so sensitive there.

He shifted and kissed at Aziraphale's neck, pressing his lips to warm skin, letting his tongue flick out to taste him. Aziraphale gasped, his fingers digging into Crowley's hair. The demon grinned, enjoying being able to get his angel worked up so easily. He parting his lips and then slid his tongue across the angel's bare throat, drawing a desperate little murmur from the angel's mouth.

"Oh, you're getting me rather hot under the collar," Aziraphale gasped.

"Oh, really?" Crowley smirked, "Perhaps your collar needs loosening then, allow me…"

Crowley tugged at Aziraphale's bowtie impatiently, quickly pulling it loose before making light word of the top few buttons of Aziraphale's shirt. Crowley pulled aside the crisp white collar, then dipped his head and trailed his lips along Aziraphale's collar bone drawing a sharp little moan from the angel. He flicked out his tongue and Aziraphale shuddered.

Crowley found himself being pulled up onto the angel's lap. He let his legs fall either side of Aziraphale's thighs, straddling him. Crowley raised his mouth from his throat to his jaw, and then pressed their lips together once again, his hands grasping at Aziraphale's shirt front.

An all-consuming heat spread through him. He needed more, he wanted to be closer. He shifted forwards on Aziraphale's lap, pressing their bodies together as tightly as he could, rolling his hips, grinding against him. Aziraphale whimpered, his hands at the small of Crowley's back, holding him tightly and pulling him in.

And then, without warning, Aziraphale was pushing him back again, forcing a gap between their bodies. Aziraphale had a determined look on his face as he pressed a hand against the bulge in Crowley's trousers, fondling him through his clothes.

Crowley gasped and shivered under the onslaught, his eyes drifting closed as he rocked his hips, pushing against the exploring hand. He dipped his head, moaning, and when he opened his eyes, Aziraphale was looking at him with an altogether far too smug expression on his face which Crowley absolutely had to wipe away. Crowley reached forward and pushed his palm against Aziraphale's crotch. The smug look immediately vanished and Aziraphale made an undignified noise before biting his lower lip and closing his eyes. Crowley grinned, feeling very proud of himself.

Crowley leant forward, laying kisses across Aziraphale's brow, his cheek, his lips, while the angel trembled under him.

"I- I- Can I? Please?" Aziraphale murmured. His hand had stopped its fondling in order to grab at Crowley's belt. "I want to see you."

Crowley hesitated, suddenly nervous. But this was Aziraphale here with him, and he felt so safe and loved that it was hard to feel insecure. Plus, his trousers felt uncomfortably restrictive, and Aziraphale's touches felt so good. He wanted Aziraphale to see him, to touch him, and he wanted to see Aziraphale just as badly. He wanted more.

"Do it, angel."

Clumsy hands tugged and pulled at his belt, then unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped his fly. Crowley looked down and saw himself straining against his underwear. He gasped as Aziraphale's hand slipped below the waistband to take hold of him. Crowley watched, shuddering and breathing heavily, as he was pulled free and put on show. He felt vulnerable, and he looked up into Aziraphale's eyes for reassurance, but he found that the angel's full attention was focused between his legs, his face full of awe and lust.

"You are so beautiful, Crowley."

"…shuddup…" Crowley murmured with embarrassment.

Aziraphale started to stroke him and Crowley whimpered. He looked down. It was so odd, and so exciting, to see himself in Aziraphale's grip like that. He watched, mesmerised, but then his eyes drifted to Aziraphale's own neglected arousal, still trapped away.

He made light work of Aziraphale's belt and trousers, which was no mean feat considering the angel was stroking him the whole time.

Aziraphale was large and thick, and he felt so good in his hand. Crowley pulled him free, stroking fingers through the dampness at his head before taking hold and pumping him.

Aziraphale was gasping, mouth open, and he was still trying to stroke Crowley, but it all seemed too much for him and his movements were slow and clumsy. Crowley could feel the angel frantically trying to thrust his hips upwards but it was proving difficult for him with a demon parked on his lap.

Crowley picked up a steady pace, pumping him relentlessly. He felt Aziraphale shaking beneath him.

"I- I- I'm…" Aziraphale's breath hitched and his whole body tensed.

Crowley watched as he came. He saw Aziraphale's seed spill and he felt it fall across his hand. He saw the look of pure, astonished bliss that appeared on Aziraphale's face.

"Ah-! Crowley!"

"Aziraphale…" he murmured, kissing parted lips.

Crowley rocked his hips, thrusting into Aziraphale's tight fist. He felt his release creeping up on him, unstoppable and overwhelming, and suddenly he was tipping over the edge, spilling into Aziraphale's hand. He cried out, shaking, his face pressed against Aziraphale's own.

And then he felt something else. That clammy, swimming sensation that had accompanied the curse returned, and when he opened his eyes and pulled back he was startled and horrified to see that a black smog surrounded him once again, but in a moment it dissipated into nothing, taking that swimming feeling away with it.

Crowley let out a squeak. He looked nervously at Aziraphale, scared that the angel had known the curse was still there all along and that this had all been an act, but he could tell that Aziraphale was just as shocked and surprised as he was.

Aziraphale looked bewildered. "What? But… I thought you said the antichrist removed the curse?"

"He did! I don't understand - it had gone!"

"What language was he speaking? What did he say?"

"I don't know!" Crowley said, a hysterical note in his voice. "It just sounded like gibberish!"

"It's alright," Aziraphale said soothingly. He pulled Crowley into a hug and kissed his cheek. "It's alright. I'm sorry for all the questions. I think he must have only made the curse invisible."

"Invisible?!"

"Yes. There is a curse that would make another curse invisible for… a day I think? I would have to consult my books."

Crowley tightened his grip on the angel, concerned that he was going to abandon him to go look through his tomes. "I was still cursed this entire time?!"

"It appears so," said Aziraphale. "That antichrist! What a rascal!"

"A rascal? A rascal?! That's the bloody understatement of the year! He let me think I was cured! Bloody kids these days and their stupid pranks! It's lucky you fancied me all along and we ended up having sex or I'd have got a bloody shock when the curse came back! I would have been back to square one with even less time to sort it out! I'm gonna find that kid and- and-!"

He didn't finish the threat because he was still scared of Adam and couldn't actually imagine doing as much as even raising his voice at him. He didn't want Aziraphale to know this.

"Perhaps he knew," Aziraphale said thoughtfully.

"Huh?"

"Perhaps he knew how we felt about each other all along, and knew that this was inevitable. Perhaps, at the end of the world, he saw our future. Or he could see your future as well as your past when he searched your mind on the airfield."

"I hope he didn't see this! He's a kid!"

"Perhaps he knew you didn't trust me when you thought I was only offering because of the curse, and that this was the only way to get you to believe me."

"Yeah. Maybe," Crowley said grumpily.

"And I do love you, Crowley. So very deeply."

"I love you too, angel."

And he kissed him.

Anathema and Adam were sat in the kitchen. Everyone else was currently outside, including the rest of the Them, enjoying the barbeque.

With this brief moment of privacy, Anathema leant towards Adam. "I'm so glad you were able to help Crowley. I had absolutely no idea what to do. If Aziraphale couldn't do it, then I definitely wouldn't have been able to."

Adam shrugged. "No one could have. The curse was too strong."

She smiled at this young and innocent-looking boy that had the power to destroy the world and had instead chosen to save it. "No one except you."

He shook his head. "Nope, not even me. Don't tell anyone, but the spell I used only made it invisible."

Anathema stared at him in stunned silence. "What?"

"I could tell I wouldn't be able to break the curse so I just made it invisible."

"Crowley's still cursed?!"

"Maybe. Depends if him and Aziraphale made out yet."

"Why did you-?! But they must know the curse is still there? They're supernatural…"

"Don't be daft. It's invisible. I told you."

Panicked, she pulled her mobile phone from the pocket of her dress. She had the number of Aziraphale's bookshop in her contacts. "I have to tell them! Oh, Adam, what have you done…"

"No," Adam cried, making a grab for her phone, but she lifted it out of his reach. "You can't tell them! It'll ruin everything! They won't make out it if they think they're being forced to. You'll just scare them and then they'll be too nervous to kiss or anything!"

Anathema floundered. "But- But if they don't break the curse, he'll be trapped in Hell forever!"

"They'll break the curse by making out, so don't disturb them."

"But how do you know that they will definitely break the curse themselves?" Anathema hesitated. Adam was, or had been, the antichrist, and he knew things that no human, let alone a young boy, should ever normally know. Perhaps he knew the future, perhaps he truly knew that this was the only way to save Crowley. Adam had the power of a deity and the imagination of a human which made him unbelievably strong. She had to have faith in him. "Did you see their future?"

"Huh? Nah. Nothing like that. I can't do that kind of thing anymore. My powers are nowhere near as strong as they were in the lead up to the Armagedidn't."

"Arma-what?" She shook her head and tried to focus. "Then how do you know that Crowley and Aziraphale definitely have feelings for each other?"

"I just overheard Aziraphale blubbering to you after you told him that you couldn't help. And he was telling you how Crowley doesn't believe that he really likes him, even though he actually does fancy him loads. "

"You heard all of that?"

"So I thought, if they both think the curse is gone then Crowley will believe him when Aziraphale tells him he fancies him. Clever, huh?"

"I- I guess it might work... It sounded like Aziraphale was fully intending to tell Crowley how he felt. But does Crowley even feel the same way about Aziraphale?"

"Of course he does! I know it for sure! On the airfield I read Crowley's mind to make sure he wasn't an evil demon, and he's been madly in love with Aziraphale since forever!"

She gasped. "Forever? Since the beginning of time?"

"I didn't mean it literally. Not since the very very beginning. They didn't even know each other back when they were both angels. He was too busy trying to fit in with the coolest angels."

"Coolest?"

"He thought Lucifer was super cool. But Crowley has loved Aziraphale ever since Eden."

"Wow. Well. It might be okay then."

"Of course it'll be okay. They've fancied each other for ages. Now they can finally consolidate their love."

Anathema was sure the word he had been looking for was 'consummate,' but she didn't really want to get into it.

"So now we just wait," Adam said, "The curse will only be hidden for 24 hours anyway, so if Crowley is still cursed after that then I'll have to go and knock some sense into the both of them."

"Let's just hope it doesn't come to that," said Anathema, and somehow, she suspected it wouldn't.