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“I do have to wonder, at the end of the day, what is so good about an apple?” The angel asked, taking a bite of a bright green pear. The rain had finally abated, and Crawly had suggested that he might sample some of the fruits of the Garden before they were both summarily removed from their posts. The angel had taken it as an invitation and followed along with him.
“S’not the apple tho, issit?” Crawly tossed a few grapes in the air, catching them in his mouth and swallowing them.
“How do you mean?” The angel asked with a quirk of his eyebrow. So innocent, so unerringly trusting.
Crawly was taken aback for a moment. This wasn’t something he’d experienced much; a back and forth conversation. He’d only ever asked questions, but he’d never received answers. To have his question answered with another question? Unheard of, he didn’t even know you could do that.
It was nice. He felt like his words were heard, not just tolerated. But given his past, he decided then and there that he shouldn’t get used to it.
“Well, it’s the temptation of the thing. An apple is an apple is an apple. But an apple that one can’t have…” Crawly paused, materializing an apple of his own out of the aether and taking a bite, letting the juice run down his chin as the angel watched on. “...An apple that you can’t have is an entirely different story, when you’re human.”
The angel swallowed heavily. “It does look rather tempting,” he admitted, “But if that is the case then the temptation must have barely needed your touch. If a, how did you say, ‘Don’t Touch Sign’, is all that was really needed?”
Crawly sputtered, spitting out bits of apple. “Excuse me? I was integral to the temptation! Wouldn’t have happened without me!”
“But that isn’t logical, based on what you are saying.” The angel shot him a pointed look, taking another bite of his pear.
“Doesn’t need to be logical, it’s temptation, I’m a demon, that’s what we do .”
“It’s barely been a fortnight yet, are you quite sure that’s what you do?”
Crawly felt himself bristle. How dare this featherbrain question his credentials? “Extremely certain,” Crawly huffed, crossing his arms. “ You wouldn’t be able to do what I do.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t?” The angel had a twinkle in his eye that made Crawly nervous, though he wasn’t sure why.
“Nope,” Crawly took another bite of his apple, leaning back on his elbows in the grass in a way that he hoped appeared nonchalant. “I’m a professional, that’s why they sent me.”
“ ‘ Get up there and make some trouble’ ? Doesn’t seem very professional to me. Sounds rather simple.”
“Fine, tempt me.”
“Right now? I couldn’t possibly–”
“ – Whenever you like! With all of the bureaucratic nonsense from your side mucking up the system, it’ll be a couple weeks before they start demolition. Go on then, surprise me.” Crawly smiled at the angel with teeth just this side of too sharp, extending his hand. “Tempt me, little angel.”
“It’s Aziraphale, by the by,” the angel – Aziraphale – took his hand, “And you, my good – er, bad– demon, have yourself a bet.”
One thing Crawly could say for the Earth, in its favor, was that the sun was absolutely glorious. He supposed it must be down to his reptilian nature, at the end of the day, that the sunshine made him feel so warm and happy and languid. He’d found a nice big rock in a clearing just near the apple tree, the bright noon day sun shining down upon it, and had found it entirely too difficult to resist a nap.
His robes were shed, wings drawn out and fluffed. He’d taken the time the day before to groom them, and they shimmered with a fresh and clean luster that caught the rays of said sunlight beautifully.
Crawly would never admit to being vain – because he wasn’t, he didn’t think of himself as beautiful – but he had an aesthetic appreciation for his wings.
He yawned, lying back on the rock, letting the sun’s warmth seep into his chest and face, as well as other areas of himself. He’d been trying out the whole ‘genitalia’ thing the humans seemed to enjoy so much, though his solo efforts had been lackluster, and he’d been debating banishing the damn thing just because it was a pain to have swinging between his legs.
But in another moment of fleeting vanity, he had to admire how it looked lying along his thigh. He wondered idly if the angel had tried any of this out yet. Probably not, it seemed the sort of thing Heaven might frown upon.
His thoughts grew hazier and he fell into a light and comfortable sleep. There was a vague awareness of the sun passing overhead, the shifting shadows creating pleasing spots of coolness on his skin when the sun left them, warming up again when it returned. A sigh escaped his lips, calm and content and feeling more at peace than he had in longer than he could feasibly remember.
His sleep was interrupted by a shift of something cold and ropelike across his legs. An undulating and familiar body shape, sliding up and over his cock and across his chest. His eyes shot open as the beast tickled his ear with its long tongue, whispering against his skin.
“My dear boy, don’t you think those apples look good enough to eat?”
A long and white body was coiled over his stomach, pressing into him with a weight he wouldn’t have expected. “Aziraphale? Is that you?”
“Crawly,” the snake whispered again, “Go on then, eat the apple. You know you want to.”
“Angel, you can’t tempt me to eat an apple with all the knowledge of the world; I don’t need to, we were never denied that.” Crawly’s words were unsteady. Aziraphale, on purpose or by chance, had laid his coils right on top of Crawly’s cock. He’d touched it plenty of times, found it pleasurable, but there was something about another living being against it, with pulsing blood and rising and falling breaths, that was stoking arousal in his gut. Extremely inappropriate arousal that he was desperately trying to prevent, but arousal nonetheless. His cock began to harden, but Aziraphale didn’t seem to notice. Crawly dug his nails into the dirt by the rock, trying to find something to grip to keep him grounded.
“Well that’s not fair, I’m supposed to be tempting you.”
“I told… told you you couldn’t do it.”
“I can, I just need to find the right impetus.” At these words Aziraphale decided to move, the smooth scales of his stomach sliding quickly against Crawly’s hardening cock, undulating in a way so tantalizing and forbidden.
“ Ah!” Crawly couldn’t hold in the shout, his back arching off the rock, hips rolling against Aziraphale’s body. “Shit, shit, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s come over me, I–”
Crawly’s words trailed off. Azirpahale was staring straight at him, piercing blue eyes cutting right through his own as Aziraphale’s long tongue darted out to scent the air. His snout was a hair’s breadth away from Crawly’s face, close enough he could trace every curve of every scale.
“I believe, my dear, you’ve just given yourself away. I know exactly how to tempt you now.”
Aziraphale’s voice was surprisingly low and dark, nothing he would have expected from any angel. But this one… this one kept showing himself to be different. To be a bit rebellious, a bit of a bastard. Crawly’s cock twitched against Aziraphale’s tummy and the snake let out a stuttered hiss. Crawly’s face flushed red in embarrassment as he began to stammer more apologies. But Aziraphale only coiled himself around Crawly’s neck, bumping his head against Crawly’s, looking down at where Crawly’s cock was leaking precome onto his shiny and iridescent body.
“This is most interesting,” he flicked his tongue against the shell of Crawly’s ear. A strangled and wanting noise tore its way from Crawly’s throat. Good fucking Satan, what was happening to him? “I think knowledge is not what you need, my dear boy. Pleasure, on the other hand…” Aziraphale trailed off, his coils sliding against Crawly’s skin once more. A different kind of scale rubbed against the tip of Crawly’s cock. A kind he, as a snake himself, was familiar with but not one he’d ever experimented with.
“What… Angel, wh–”
“I think,” Aziraphale cut him off, “There’s an arrangement to be made, an experience I could offer you…”
Aziraphale’s body undulated against his, causing Crawly to throw his head back and moan. He didn’t feel in control of himself, everything was hazy and blissful and he just wanted to be touched more and more. Aziraphale slid his body against Crawly’s cock, letting it catch on his vent, teasing the tip of it as it leaked more and more.
“Aziraphale…”
“...What do you say, foul demon?”
On this question, Crawly’s cock slipped past Aziraphale’s aroused and open vent, slipping only a couple of inches inside of his cloaca. He keened and arched his back, wanting more of that wet warmth to surround him. “Yes, yes, you win – ah!”
With a speed unbefitting an angel, Aziraphale moved back down his body, tickling Crawly’s nipples with his thin tongue. He moved, taking Crawly only a couple of inches inside of his cloaca, but rutting against him with abandon nonetheless. His tongue explored Crawly’s body – his nipples, his armpits, wherever Aziraphale’s snout could reach – never staying in one place long enough for Crawly to get his bearings.
“Satan’s sake, angel, where did you–”
“ – I believe you would call it instinct. And besides, you smell so delightful, I find I can’t help myself.” Aziraphale nuzzled his snout into Crawly’s armpit, his cloaca swelling and tightening around Crawly’s cock. “Ah yes, there they are.”
Crawly was about to ask if he was ok when two long and tapered cocks slid out of his dripping slit. Crawly’s cock slipped out of Aziraphale, his next thrust finding it squarely between the two hard and slippery cocks. He moaned at the sensation, hard flesh against hard flesh. All at once they were in shadow as Aziraphale’s wings burst forth. Bright and gleaming white with hints of gold where the sun caught them.
His body wrapped around Crawly tighter, bringing him up to his knees as he positioned himself. The tip of his tail twined between his cocks and Crawly’s, stroking and sliding, slippery with sweat and precome.
“Well, demon? Have I successfully tempted you?”
Crawly’s breath was ragged and heavy, his body bound tightly by Aziraphale’s shimmering coils, his cock frotted between two much larger ones, pressed and squeezed by Aziraphale’s tail to the point that he couldn’t form a coherent thought other than ‘please fuck me’.
“If you would so desire, my dear,” Aziraphale hissed near his ear, bringing Crawly to the realization he’d said that aloud. Whimpering and pleading to be taken by an angel, how embarrassing that would be if the demons downstairs got word of it.
Aziraphale’s cocks slid away from his own as the angel moved, lining them up with Crawly’s tight hole. He was gentle, working the first one in slowly, an inch at a time as Crawly cried out, struggling against the tight hold of Aziraphale’s coils. He didn’t want to be free from them, he wanted the pressure. Every inch of Aziraphale’s cock was a revelation. Each spot where it tapered stretched his rim out further. Crawly rolled his hips, wanting to take him in faster, his hard cock bobbing helplessly in the warm air.
Sweat rolled down his body, which Aziraphale gleefully collected on his forked tongue. If Crawly didn’t know better, didn’t know this was all just a bet and nothing serious, he would think Aziraphale was enjoying this just as much as he was. But he couldn’t be, this was just an angel proving a point. It would never happen again, so Crawly decided he needed to enjoy it to its fullest in this moment.
He rolled his hips particularly hard, taking the last couple inches of Aziraphale’s cock when he did. He shouted Aziraphale’s name, full to bursting and so desperate to be taken. He wanted to be taken and he wanted to be used . But used for another being’s pleasure, instead of used for another being’s ruin.
Aziraphale licked along his jaw, thrusting harder with his undulating body, scales sliding against Crawly’s superheated skin.
It was too much from both sides. Crawly was jostled between Aziraphale’s tail and his cock, held in place and plowed into roughly, enough that his knees were digging further into the dirt. All at once his vision whited out, his cock spilling hot and hard over Aziraphale’s tail as he moaned in a voice he didn’t recognize. A voice that wanted and craved. A voice that, really to him, sounded pathetic. A moment later, there was a gush inside of him. Aziraphale shuddered all around him, coming hard inside of him as they toppled back onto the rock.
“Fucking hell, angel...”
“Oh, my dear, I… that is, well… I am quite afraid I’m… I’m not… well, not finished.” For all his blustering earlier, Aziraphale sounded just as undone as Crawly felt. His words were breathless and stuttered as he nuzzled – nuzzled! – his snout against Crawly’s face.
“Right, yea, there’s two of those, oh fuck…” Crawly swore when he felt the first soft cock slip out of himself, fluid leaking from his hole, dripping down his legs. The sight he must be right now.
“Would it be a terrible imposition, dear, if I were to finish the second as well? I wouldn’t want to be any trouble.”
Crawly laughed, leaning his weight against the rock, stone warm against his chest. “Breed me like I’m an animal and then you politely want to know if you can breed me again?”
“Bit of an uncouth way to put it–”
“ – Fuck me again, right now.”
Aziraphale didn’t wait for more words, shoving his second cock inside Crawly’s well-used hole with no preamble and no gentleness. He thrust with abandon, coils pinning Crawly to the rock with his weight. He was fast and rough, running his teeth along the back of Crawly’s neck. The suggestion of a bite without the forcefulness.
Crawly clenched around him, bracing himself against the rock as he was pounded into over and over. His thighs and arse were sore, his hole burned with use. His cock, now soft and helpless and sticky, slid against the coarse stone and he didn’t even care.
“More, please, angel, more!”
Aziraphale’s wings fanned out behind him. He flapped them, giving him more power. His thrusts shifted Crawly and the rock both as he grunted above him.
“Heaven on earth, this is what it’s like,” Aziraphale moaned, “You take me so well, I might have to have you again and again, you intoxicating, gorgeous creature.”
Crawly shuddered at the praise, snapping his hips back to meet Aziraphale’s thrusts. He knew there would be bruises the next day, he hoped they would stay. He wanted to be sore, to feel Aziraphale inside of him for longer. This would never happen again, he wasn’t sure how it had even happened now . But he felt something bubbling inside of him that felt a little bit like love.
All at once Aziraphale stuttered, buried to the hilt inside of him as he spilled out again. This time, something else followed. Something hard yet yielding pressing against his rim inside of Aziraphale’s cock. Something that wrenched a wanton moan from his throat as it pressed him further open to slip inside. As it slipped out of Aziraphale’s cock and into place as Aziraphale pulled out of him.
“Oh dear –”
“Was that –”
“Perhaps I should’ve played a little more with the biology…” Aziraphale said, poofing back into his angel form. Crawly was immediately distracted. Aziraphale was also stark naked, his normal cock softening against his plush thighs, sweat shimmering on his skin. He was all soft curves and rounded hills, thick smatterings of blond hair on his chest and stomach, still more at the base of his cock.
Crawly was overwhelmed by an urge to devour, but his hole fluttering against the intrusion broke him from his thoughts.
“Did you just plug me? ”
“So sorry, but perhaps… yes?” Aziraphale winced, clearly expecting a tirade. Maybe in a normal situation it would call for one. But as Crawly shifted to sit next to him, felt the plug moving inside of him, the warmth of Aziraphale’s reptilian come, he found he didn’t care.
“S’fine, it’ll come out on its own.”
“I could miracle it away, if you wanted.”
Crawly wiggled where he sat on the grass, the full feeling leaving him with a simmering undercurrent of arousal. Not enough to have him hard again just yet, but enough to make everything pleasantly hazy.
“Nah, I kind of like it.”
“Oh,” Aziraphale said, clearly relieved, “Well, I suppose that’s alright then.”
They sat in an awkward silence for a moment, wings slightly brushing each other on the grass before Crawly cleared his throat.
“So, you won the bet. What would you like your prize to be, angel?”
Aziraphale fidgeted with his fingers, looking everywhere but at Crawly’s face. He finally tilted his eyes upward for just a moment before meeting Crawly’s gaze. “Do you think I might… well, that is… Adam and Eve after they… mated… they would often, um…”
“It’s fine, angel. You won, what do you want?”
“Do you think I could… hold you for a while? Just for a little bit, not long enough for anyone to notice.”
Crawly blinked a few times in confusion. Maybe he had been wrong, maybe Aziraphale had enjoyed this as much as him. “Sure, could go for a nap myself.”
“That sounds… nice, actually.”
After a bit of finagling, in which they had to arrange limbs and wings and their own insecurities, Crawly lay naked in the grass, with a naked angel spooning him from behind.
“Only for a little bit…” Aziraphale said again.
“...Not long enough for anyone to notice,” Crawly added as he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
He would wake several hours later, still held in Aziraphale’s arms, long after the sun had left the sky and the moon had taken over. They would say their goodbyes and part, both assuming this was a one time occurrence.
Over the next six thousand years, that would prove to be most untrue.