Warning: Contains slash and religious stuff. Do not flame me saying 'you heathen, you'll burn in hell' because it just so happens I do believe. But what Crowley says about God in here- that's how I feel about 'religious' people who say homosexuality is a sin.

Aziraphale stared out of the window. Behind him Crowley lit a cigarette. "Come back to bed, angel."

"No."

Crowley sighed. "What's wrong?"

"This. You and me."

"There's nothing wrong about it. We l… we lo… we love each other."

Aziraphale turned. "But I'm an angel, and you're a demon!"

"So? We're essentially the same, just batting for opposite sides."

"And therein lies the real problem."

"Ah. It's because we're both man-shaped creatures." Aziraphale didn't reply, but turned back to the window. "Zira, angel, that doesn't matter."

"But it does. In the Bible, God tells humans it's a sin, and I have to follow that."

"What about his son?"

"What about him?"

Crowley sat up, coiled like a snake. "You don't remember. No, I expect it was never discussed up there. Come and sit." Aziraphale obeyed, sitting crosslegged in front of the demon. "He was gay."

"What?"

"He was gay, of the pansy persuasion. And no, it wasn't as a result of tempting."

"How could he… do that, and not have been tempted?"

"By falling in love. God is such a hypocrite." Crowley spoke the words vehemently. "He says that love is what we should aspire to, that it's the best thing. In that case all love should be celebrated, no matter why it happens or who it's between. But no, God vilifies one kind of love, making humans persecute those who love."

Aziraphale took Crowley's hand. "Relax. Who was it, that Jesus fell in love with?"

Crowley smirked. "Didn't you ever wonder why all the Apostles were men?"

A mix of emotions ran across Aziraphale's face. "What, you mean he… did it… with all of them?"

"No, but I wanted to see your face. He loved all of his Apostles, of course, but only one in that way. Judas Iscariot."

"But he…"

"Was the traitor, I know." Crowley took another drag on his cigarette. "Uriel managed to get Mary Magdalene into, shall we say, a compromising position with Jesus. Judas saw and it broke his heart. So he ran and told the soldiers. He thought they'd keep him and then release him. When the Crucifixion happened, Judas was slightly upset."

Aziraphale sighed. "Uriel's an angel. That means God orchestrated the whole thing."

"I know. Never trust a God who can kill his own son just because he doesn't approve of the boyfriend." Aziraphale nodded. He still looked pensive. Crowley stubbed out his cigarette and entwined both hands' fingers with Aziraphale's. "Zira, love is what really matters. I know you love me, because you said so, and you can't lie." Crowley pulled their hands up to touch Aziraphale's cheek. "When you do, your cheeks flush. It's cute. And I know I love you." Crowley leant forward and pressed his lips to Aziraphale's.

"What will we tell our superiors?" the angel asked breathlessly, his eyes shut.

"You say you're trying to save me, and I say I'm trying to corrupt you." Crowley punctuated his words with short kisses along Aziraphale's jawline. Growling, he pushed the angel backwards onto the bed and straddled him, leaning down to kiss him once.

Aziraphale pushed him up slightly. "What if I fall?" he whispered.

"You won't. Love isn't wrong. You can't fall for loving someone."