Title - Angels And Demons
Author - Slashydutchie
Fandom - Reaper/Good Omens CROSSOVER
Pairing/Character - Steve/Tony, Crowley/Aziraphale
Rating - FRT
Prompt - Angels and demons
Kink - Crossovers
Disclaimer - Don't own them... will put them back when I'm finished. Promise.
A/N - Sorry this is late, RL ate me alive. Originally written for rounds of kink

"Fighting!"
"Love!"
"Fighting!"
"Love!"

The 'fight' - Steve insisted that it was just a 'discussion' - had been going on for a while now and Sam was going crazy. Steve and Tony had decided that now their army - or organization as Steve liked to call it, but that was another fighcussion all together - was represented in Heaven, Hell and on Earth, they should also go transatlantic.

The representatives from Europe were called Crowley and Aziraphale, which had made Sam giggle until Crowley glared at him... even in 'human' form those eyes were scary.

It had all been fine when they'd arrived. There'd been snacks, some nice discussion about books nobody but Aziraphale had actually read... and then they'd locked themselves in the circular room. That was when it had all gone banana shaped. For the past hours, Sam had watched the angels team up against the demons. Heaven clearly felt for Steve's 'killing with love' plan - Sam couldn't help but wonder whether The Big Guy Upstairs had some feelings left for Old Scratch after all -, while Hell was rather obviously on Tony's side. At first Steve and Aziraphale had been rather understanding, insisting their demon counterparts just didn't know any better. Sticking something large and often sharp into an orifice had after all always worked for them, unless there was a lack of available orifice, in which case one was to be created.

They had kicked Sock out after that, because he couldn't stop giggling... lucky bastard.

Tony and Crowley had proceeded to defend their ideas by giving a rather detailed discription of their plan, which did indeed involve large, sharp objects and orifices. That was when a rather green Ben had made a run for it. Sam wished he'd gone with him, but no... he had to play the big bad Reaper! Well, actually two sets of angels and demons had manhandled him back into a fashionable huge beanbag thing and he had been unable to wrestle himself free from it ever since, but still.

About an hour in, the angels had gotten all emotional and the demons had went all eye-rolling and sarcastic.

After two hours, Steve had started shouting random words at Crowley. Apparently angels weren't allowed to swear... though Sam was rather doubtful about 'Aardvark'. Possibly there was some gray area.

Ten minutes later, Tony had attempted to defend his demon comrade.

Fifteen minutes after that, Aziraphale produced a dictionary... the thick British kind with all the expensive words in them. Sam had dozed off around 'Boogle', which was apparently a group or pack of weasels.

He had woken up to, well... this.

"Love!"
"Fighting!"
"Love!"
"Fighting!"

Sam wasn't an easy guy to piss off, but that was it.

"For the love of... someone! I think it's clear that fighting - shut up, Steve - hasn't gotten you anywhere so far! Why don't you start a testdrive for love?!"

This was a mistake.

Angels blushed, demons grinned... and a reaper ran, leaving a naked and entangled pile of celestial and demonic beings in his wake.