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Six thousand years was a long time to put off something and Crowley should have known that it would come back and bite him in the arse.

It was how he found himself in his current predicament - standing and staring longingly at the upstairs bedroom of the bookshop, while Aziraphale had popped out to run some errands. It was such an inviting sight - Aziraphale’s bed, dressed in soft, light blue sheets and filled with fluffy pillows. The room itself was like the rest of the bookshop, tomes piled high everywhere, aged, and kind of messy, but very loved. There was a book facedown on the bed and the sheets were mussed where Aziraphale must have laid there reading.

Before he could stop himself, Crowley stepped into the room and sat on the bed, reaching for one of those plush pillows. He brought it to his face, and indulgently, he took a deep breath, inhaling the soft scent of the alpha he desired.

Crowley felt something in his chest lurch, something ancient and forgotten inside him awakening and warmth curled to life in the pit of his stomach. He sighed weakly, a pathetic sound that was punched out of him. It felt like the deep relief of scratching an itch, except he’d had this itch for the last six thousand years and had resolutely ignored it.

Aziraphale smelled like aged parchment, warm vanilla, and something kind of sylvan, like cedarwood. It made Crowley yearn for something that he didn’t understand, or at least, that he’d forgotten. But his body knew what to do. A gentle heat started to simmer inside of him, deep in the pit of his stomach and it spread, buzzing under his skin and he felt himself responding. His cheeks warmed and his hands started to sweat, his heart picked up in his chest. He felt… fidgety, restless. He needed to do… something.

He knew this feeling and he hadn’t felt it in a long, long time. Six thousand years or so. Crowley couldn’t really remember what heats had been like in Heaven, though he knew he had them. The memories were hazy, full of longing and desire. He was positive that was what he was feeling the hints of now.

He groaned. Why now? Couldn’t he just… turn it off? He tried, closing his eyes and attempting to will away the problem but nothing happened and Crowley knew why. It was because he didn’t want to stop it. For the first time in his life, Crowley felt safe. The drama of his life had quietened, he hadn’t heard from Hell in months, and all the chaos of the Apocalypse was over. Now it was just him and Aziraphale, living their lives however they wanted. What a blissful existence it was.

Surrounded by the scent of Aziraphale, Crowley knew that stopping this wasn’t what he really wanted. How could he not sink into the temptation of this? The comfort? It suddenly felt like the best idea in the world to just lie here and rub himself all over this bed. Then their scents would mix together like he’d fantasised about so many times. It would be blissful to know what they would smell like together.

Aziraphale was everything that Crowley had ever wanted. He was so handsome and he had those blond curls that made him look every part of his namesake. Aziraphale was bigger than Crowley, with a broad chest, a plush tummy, and nice thick thighs and those hands… Crowley had too many dreams about those hands. Though Aziraphale was strong, he was so gentle. Crowley probably liked that the most, that the alpha could be dangerous, but he chose not to be.

The demon had followed Aziraphale around like a lost puppy, desperate for any shred of affection or attention he could garner from the attractive alpha. The past few hundred years, more than ever. Yet, Aziraphale had somehow remained clueless that Crowley might want more . He’d never really seemed affected by Crowley being an omega. They never talked about it, or even mentioned it in passing, so Crowley assumed that the sexual desire he felt for the alpha was one-sided in that sense. It wasn’t that he felt unloved, because he felt very satisfied in that sense. But Aziraphale was an angel, so maybe that played a part in him not taking any initiative to progress their relationship to the next level.

But what about now? They were friends. No, more than friends, Crowley suspected. Since the failed apocalypse, they’d spent days together all at one time, just doing normal things. They went for walks in the park and fed the ducks. They dined together at places old and new. They chatted until the sun went down. They did almost everything side by side. They had even held hands and shared some kisses. Then they did it over and over again. Perhaps that was why this was happening now. He’d spent more time with the alpha than he ever had and his poor omega heart was finally unable to ignore its instincts for even a moment longer.

Crowley hugged the pillow tighter and lay back on the bed, face buried right there where the scent was strongest. Aziraphale must have laid on this one, and hugged it to him. Crowley knew that this was wrong. He shouldn’t be lying on Aziraphale’s bed and behaving this way. It was an inherently omega thing to do, to needily scent an alpha’s belongings. It was shameful, really. Embarrassing. But the omega locked inside of Crowley was whining and he had left it unsatisfied and silenced for far too long.

Maybe he could just get it out of his system and it would go away? He probably just needed to take care of himself. He hadn’t had any alone time in months. He hadn’t wanted to return to his flat to be alone. Not after he had experienced spending so much time with his alpha.

His alpha.

The thought made Crowley sigh. He gulped thickly as he realised he was growing hard. Not just that. He was wet too. Fuck. He was getting himself all worked up by just lying on this bed, breathing in Aziraphale. It felt forbidden to do this. But Aziraphale would never know if he was quick about it.

Ordinarily, this logic would make Crowley get a grip on himself. He’d go have a cold shower, vanish his arousal, and then distract himself. But this time, he slipped a hand down his body, over his flat tummy and then to his crotch. He hesitated there for a moment but then he touched the hard line of his cock. He started to palm himself through his jeans. That first touch was enough to solidify that this was what he wanted. His cock was hard and straining against the denim, almost uncomfortably. He kicked his shoes off and then eagerly opened his snake belt and undid his zipper.

He wasn’t sure how long he had before he wasn’t alone anymore. Aziraphale hadn’t said where he was going, so Crowley would have to be quick. He’d quickly jerk off and then vanish the mess. He could then go back downstairs and pretend like none of this had happened. The alpha would be none the wiser.

With that in mind, he slipped a hand down his boxers and gripped his cock. He pulled it out and started to fist the hard length, sighing in pleasure as he felt immediate relief. The sensation was like a blissful release that swept throughout his body, satisfaction spreading through him. He jerked himself off more confidently. Yes, this was what he needed. Just a little something to take the edge off. He gently squeezed towards the sensitive head of his cock as he felt his boxers start to dampen.

The heat that was simmering under his skin started to grow hot and fiery and Crowley grabbed that pillow, hugging it with his other arm and holding it close to him - a poor substitute for the alpha he desired.

He fisted his cock harder, thinking about Aziraphale - how he looked and how he felt. The sensations he experienced when they held hands, how hard his heart had hammered when they shared a kiss in the bookshop after it had closed one evening. How those hands had felt gently cradling his face, touching his neck and pulling him closer. How Aziraphale had pushed him back into a bookcase and made him feel dizzy and delirious with need, yet he had seemed so unaffected himself.

Crowley suddenly felt like he was burning from the inside. The desperation to come taking over his every thought. He used every trick in the book to try and get himself off as quickly as he could, but none of it seemed to work. He tried fucking his fist, then he tried doing it slowly and pretending that it was Aziraphale’s hand, but it all felt wrong.

“Fuck,” he cursed a few moments later in frustration, his hand stilling.

He was starting to sweat and he was regretting wearing a turtleneck. It was smothering him and he felt like he was missing something. Jerking off felt good, but it wasn’t what his body needed, what the omega was screaming for. He wasn’t going to come like this. If he could just come, maybe this feeling would go away.

Just one orgasm and I’ll be fine, he told himself hopefully.

He sat up, climbing onto his knees and making a quick decision, he pulled his turtleneck off and threw it to the floor, then even tossed his glasses too. With shaky hands, he pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees. He repositioned, settled onto his front, arse in the air and face buried in that pillow. His cock hung hard between his spread thighs. He reached behind himself, his middle finger slipping into the crease of his arse. He whimpered as he was met with hot, wet slick. He was a little more gone than he’d realised.

That first touch was enough to encourage him to continue. He pressed his finger against his hole and let out a breathy whine as he pushed inside. His cock throbbed, leaking as he finally gave his body what he was craving.

Oh, fuck, he thought as pleasure seemed to explode inside of him, building hot and fast as he started to finger himself right there on Aziraphale’s bed.

“Alpha,” he whined into the pillow, the words muffled. “Angel.”

He slipped another of his long fingers inside himself, desperately trying to press deeper inside and mimic how Aziraphale’s thick fingers might feel. He frantically started to fuck himself, hips rocking back against his hand. With his eyes closed like this, and his face in Aziraphale’s pillow, he could imagine that it was his angel touching him like this.

Look at you, pretty thing, he might say and Crowley would whine and nod, soaking up the compliments.

Perhaps Aziraphale was opening him up for his cock, ready to fuck him. The thought had Crowley moaning loudly, fingers furiously working inside of himself, chasing release. His cock was as hard as diamond, leaking precome all over his own thighs and probably splashing it onto the bed sheets. His hole was the same, aching and throbbing, leaking slick all over his own fingers as they hammered inside of him.

“Angel, angel,” Crowley begged into the silence of the room. But in his mind, he wasn’t alone, Aziraphale was here.

Good boy, just like that, he might say. Come for me, my dear.

Crowley did. He sobbed into the pillow, fingers deep inside his arse as his cock spurted, making a mess. Pleasure hit him at full force. He felt it through his entire body, he tensed, toes curling and fingers twisted in that pillow. He panted as he came down from the high.

Unfortunately, his senses started to return to him straight away. He sat up, chest still heaving and then looked down. He’d come all over himself and dirtied the duvet below him. Aziraphale’s pillow was wet where he’d drooled on it. His hand was wet and sticky with his own slick and his underwear was soaked.

What the actual fuck, he thought, panicking. Why did I just do that?!

Crowley shot up from the bed and with some quick thoughts, the bed was remade, the sheets and pillow clean again, and Crowley’s clothes were straightened and clean. He couldn’t rid the flush from his cheeks though, nor slow down his heart or what he was feeling, so he quickly left the bedroom, casting one last look to ensure he’d not left any evidence. He needed to calm down before Aziraphale got home.

There was no way he could tell Aziraphale what had just happened. Besides, it was probably a one-time thing, he’d got it out of his system. It would go away now. It was going to be fine.

*

Things were not fine.

The next day, Crowley was chatting with Aziraphale while they both had a cup of tea in the bookshop. The angel had left his blazer folded over the arm of the chair where Crowley sat, and mid-conversation, not even processing what he was doing, Crowley picked it up.

“—so I thought to myself, what are they even teaching children at school these days if he didn’t know who Jane Austen—Crowley, what are you doing?”

At the mention of his name, the demon froze and opened his eyes. He looked at Aziraphale strangely. What was he doing? What a stupid question. He was drinking tea and… except, he was not doing that at all. He was actually holding the alpha’s blazer to his face and inhaling that scent right there in front of him. Confused, the omega slowly removed the garment from his face.

“I’m… um…”

Acting like a touch-starved, needy, little omega was what he was doing.

Aziraphale’s face flushed and he just stared at Crowley for a moment in complete astonishment at what he had witnessed. The omega was still frozen, half-ashamed and half-turned on. Memories of fingering himself in Aziraphale’s bed the day before decided to make an appearance at the forefront of his mind right then, only making the situation more awkward.

“Are you scenting my blazer?” Aziraphale asked, his voice deep and gravelly in a way that Crowley hadn’t heard since 1941.

The omega stared, mouth dropping open and eyes dilating at the sound of it. “Um, I… I think I might be,” he admitted, because what else could he say? It wasn’t like he could lie to his face, he was still holding the garment.

Put it down, just act normal, he told himself, but his body struggled to cooperate. His face was probably as red as his hair right now. Guiltily, he managed to place the blazer back on the sofa, feeling the humiliation start to sink in.

“You know, Crowley,” Aziraphale said, talking slowly, like he was figuring out how to say the right thing.

This was it. Crowley braced himself for the rejection. This was when Aziraphale gently let him down and explained that though he loved him, he couldn’t see him that way. He wasn’t sure whether hearing it might make the omega inside him back off or if it might break him completely. He didn’t know what was worse.

“You don’t… I know you don’t see me like that,” he rushed to say, talking to the patterned red carpet. He couldn’t look Aziraphale in the face while the alpha was letting him down. He didn’t want to see the rejection.

“That wasn’t what I was going to say,” the alpha continued gently. “I was going to say that if you wanted something to scent, I’d happily give you a scenting token.”

Crowley immediately looked up, unable to hide his surprise. “A scenting token,” he repeated, rather dumbly since his brain wasn’t working properly.

Scenting tokens were usually reserved for mates, bonded couples and people who were married. The idea that Aziraphale would willingly hand over such a thing just didn’t make sense in Crowley’s mind. It was a very personal, intimate thing to offer.

“Of course,” Aziraphale replied. “Why wouldn’t I? I mean, six thousand years is long enough for courting, I would say. After everything we’ve been through recently, it’s about time we made it official, don’t you think? I mean, it’s not like we have to sneak around anymore.”

Crowley just stared, looking at Aziraphale’s face and trying to find any kind of deceit there. It was an instinct to think that he was joking, that he was playing a cruel trick, that’s what a demon would do. But Aziraphale was an angel and he would never treat Crowley so poorly, so all Crowley could see in his eyes was love and patience.

Aziraphale looked at him kindly and when he didn’t respond, he reached upwards to undo his bowtie. He unravelled it slowly.

“What are you doing?” Crowley asked, his voice tight, heart hammering in his chest as he watched him, eyes wide. He couldn’t look away. Was he… was he about to…?

The alpha removed his bowtie completely and then held it out to Crowley, the small offering hanging between them for a few moments. An invitation for more. For them to take the next step between them. It was so personal. A token that had been sitting right by his scent gland all day, it would be saturated in the alpha’s scent. It was too much. He didn’t deserve such a thing.

“For your nest,” Aziraphale prompted when Crowley didn’t take it.

Cautiously, the omega reached for it, in disbelief that this was real. He gripped it tightly and then took it before the alpha could change his mind. Even without bringing it to his nose, he could smell the cedarwood, woodsy and irresistible.

“I don’t have a nest,” he admitted, staring down at the blue material.

He’d never made one. Not once. Not in all this time he’d been on Earth. There was no point having a nest because he avoided heats, too afraid of another demon stumbling across him when he was vulnerable. He’d avoided all of his omega instincts. He didn’t have time for them to get in the way. Plus, he didn’t have anyone to share his heat with. If he acted like an omega, then he’d start needing omega things. Things that he couldn’t have. The only alpha he had ever been interested in hadn’t ever paid attention to him that way.

Well, not until now.

Right now, Aziraphale was looking at him softly. “Why not?” he asked. “Omegas need nests. How else do you find comfort?”

Crowley gulped thickly. “I… I just don’t.”

He was a demon. He didn’t deserve comfort, kindness and all the things that good omegas deserved. He’d never once been good. He guessed that was what it came down to in the end. He didn’t deserve any of this. It was probably why he’d never pushed Aziraphale for more. Why he’d never just went for it fully between them. He’d been holding back and perhaps that had made the alpha hold back too. He had thought he deserved the emptiness that he felt inside of him.

But now it had all changed.

Now they went for breakfast together and kept each other company. They gave each other gifts. They went to the theatre and drank wine together, sitting close and all snuggled up as one. Aziraphale brought out all the soft, gentle things inside of Crowley. He made him better.

God, he was so in love with Aziraphale and now the alpha was looking at him and telling him he deserved comfort. How could his heart ever survive such a thing?

“Well, that won’t do. I think,” Aziraphale continued slowly, deliberately locking eyes with Crowley, “that my omega deserves the very best nest. Would you like to build one here with me?”

It was possibly the best thing that Crowley had ever heard in his entire existence.

Crowley felt like he was having an out-of-body experience as he stood. The same heat that he’d felt yesterday, the one that had pulled him into Aziraphale’s bedroom, was flaring inside of him and was taking over. The tea was suddenly forgotten as he stepped into Aziraphale’s space, standing right in front of him where he was sitting in the armchair opposite.

The alpha looked up at him, still sitting. He slowly placed his tea down on the coffee table and then looked up at Crowley purposefully. “What do you need?” he asked. He sounded so serious. Like he really cared what Crowley wanted.

Why was that so hot? Just asking Crowley what he wanted. The omega didn’t even know where to start. He needed more. He needed Aziraphale to kiss him, to hold him close so he was surrounded by his real scent. Not something faded that clung to some cloth, but so he could scent him directly from the source.

He wanted to keep the bow tie. He wanted the blazer. He could build a nest right upstairs in Aziraphale’s bedroom and then take over his bed. Their scents would mix together so flawlessly that they wouldn’t know what belonged to whom. Then surrounded by that comfort, Crowley would slip into heat and Aziraphale could claim him right there.

“I masturbated in your bed yesterday,” he said, hardly believing it as the words fell from his lips.

Aziraphale’s mouth dropped open in surprise. It seemed to shock him into action because he reached for Crowley’s hand and tugged him forward hard. The omega fell into his lap.

“Fuck,” Crowley gasped out, but then he settled there, resting his weight on the alpha.

Their bodies were flush together like this and it felt like a lot to process for Crowley when he was so dangerously close to slipping into a heat. The omega felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest.

“If you’d like,” Aziraphale replied smoothly. He rocked his hips upwards to show him, yes, he was very on board with that idea. Then he guided Crowley’s lips to his own.

Time stopped.

The two of them kissed deeply, so very differently from the other times. This kiss had intent. It wasn’t a chaste exchange, but rather something long and drawn out. The omega was powerless and he felt weak to it. He rocked softly in Aziraphale’s lap, unable to keep still as arousal sparked to life inside of him. His cock was hard and he was already leaking slick.

“Did you really do it?” Aziraphale asked, pulling back for a second. “Did you touch yourself in my bed?”

He immediately peppered kisses down the omega’s cheek, like he couldn’t bear to stop, and then moved towards the sensitive gland on his neck. Eager to take his fill, Aziraphale continued kissing him there and Crowley arched into it, encouraging the alpha to scent him.

“Y-yeah, while you were gone.” Crowley nodded and let out a little whimper at the confession. “I was drawn into the scent of your bed. It just… hypnotised me. I scented your pillow.” The admission of what he’d done only made Crowley burn hotter.

“Fucking Hell, Crowley,” the angel cursed and the words made the omega tremble. Hearing Aziraphale swearing, saying such filthy things just added fuel to the fire.

“I couldn’t help it,” he whined, his whole face flushed hot. “It just happened.”

The angel’s hands moved from Crowley’s waist, down to his arse. Aziraphale gripped him, those big, strong hands squeezing just for a moment. He pulled them closer, forcing Crowley to rock a little harder against the alpha’s hard cock.

“A-angel,” Crowley gasped as a shock of pleasure ran through his body.

This was more than they’d ever done before and it was at that moment that Crowley realised that Aziraphale really wanted it too. This wasn’t acting. It wasn’t an alpha indulging him because he pitied him. Aziraphale really wanted to fuck him.

“Tell me you want me?” Crowley asked, less of a demand, and more of a desperate plea.

“I do, Crowley,” Aziraphale quickly agreed. “I want you.” There wasn’t any teasing, so the alpha must have sensed how much he really needed to hear it. “Is that what you need? To feel wanted?”

Crowley squeaked as he heard the words. He hadn’t realised how much he really needed that until Aziraphale said so. But he did. He wanted that so desperately. He wanted Aziraphale to make him feel like he needed him, because the truth was that Crowley had needed him so desperately this whole time.

“Yeah,” he admitted, panting as pleasure built inside him.

The alpha wasn’t even touching him and he could already feel himself heading towards destruction. He was going to come in his pants like a depraved little sinner finding pleasure where he shouldn’t. The thought only made it worse.

Crowley pulled Aziraphale into another needy kiss, pressing his tongue into the alpha’s mouth. He could hardly think about anything but Aziraphale. He needed him closer. He needed to feel his hands all over him. He was so wet, couldn’t the alpha feel how much he needed him?

“Are you going into heat?” Aziraphale asked, sounding just as breathless and broken as Crowley did.

“Yeah. Maybe in the next couple of days. I don’t really know. I’ve not had one since I’ve been on Earth. But I know that I can’t stop it this time,” the omega explained. “It’s you. It’s the scent of you.”

The alpha groaned. “Ask me then, before you can’t.”

The question made him still, made his needy behaviour stop for just a second. Aziraphale was right. They should make sure that this was done properly. At least, as much as they could.

Even though Aziraphale had told him to ask the question, it still made Crowley nervous. “Will you… do you fancy… spending my heat with me?” he asked, forcing the words out, feeling more vulnerable than he ever had in front of the angel.

“Okay. Yes,” the alpha responded as if it was something simple, not this earth-shattering decision. Like they hadn’t waited six thousand years, maybe even longer, to do it. “Do you want me to knot you?”

The words made him want to discorporate. Crowley gulped. Somehow, that hadn’t even entered his mind. The whole situation suddenly became very, very real. Crowley hadn’t ever been knotted before. He was sure about that, at least. That he was a virgin. The only touch he knew was from his own hands. But he wanted Aziraphale in every way the alpha would take him. So he nodded.

“Yes, please,” he replied. This was possibly the strangest conversation that they’d ever had, but it felt long overdue. “You can… do whatever you want with me.”

Aziraphale licked his lips and Crowley watched him slowly process those words. He felt the effect that had on the alpha because he felt Aziraphale’s cock throb against his stomach where it was digging into him.

“Okay,” the alpha agreed. “We should probably save that for the heat though. Any special requests for right now?”

The omega groaned. He couldn’t make decisions and requests right now. All he could think about was how hard and wet he was. “Just… touch me. Do whatever you want.”

“That can be arranged, sweetheart,” the angel told him.

Sweetheart? Crowley felt like his insides were on fire.

The alpha pulled him back into a kiss. Crowley melted against him and Aziraphale returned the embrace, clinging to him. In a move that startled Crowley, the angel grabbed him firmly and then stood up. Crowley squeaked and then gripped Aziraphale hard. He knew he was strong and he wouldn’t drop him, but he just hadn’t expected it. The alpha simply turned and deposited Crowley on the chair instead, half leaning across him and pinning him to the back of the seat. The feel of Aziraphale’s weight holding him in place made the omega whine. He squirmed in place, his underwear growing uncomfortable from how wet he was.

Before he knew what was happening, Aziraphale was unbuttoning the omega’s shirt and exposing his bare chest. Crowley helped him, undoing the bottom buttons frantically to quicken the process.

“Yes, touch me,” Crowley moaned as Aziraphale laid his hands on him.

The alpha rubbed over his sensitive chest and Crowley keened. His nipples were so delicate and he let out an embarrassing sound when the alpha ducked down to kiss and lick at them. Crowley arched into the sensation, greedy for whatever Aziraphale was willing to give him. He would take anything at this point. Each and every scrap of affection and attention. He was begging for it. Burning up from the inside in a way that could only be soothed by Aziraphale.

“Can I touch you here?” the alpha asked, reaching down to cup the omega’s cock through his jeans.

Fuck, he’s even a gentleman when he’s about to make me come in my pants. How is he being so polite right now?

“Yes, please, just…” Crowley’s voice broke, eyes tearing up. It felt so good. How did it feel so good? “You don’t have to ask. My body belongs to you, it always has, you can touch me. You can do whatever you want to me. I want you to.”

“Okay, darling.” The alpha groaned at the words. “I’m going to make you come to take the edge off for you. We can see if it calms you a little so we can do this properly.”

Crowley nodded, but if he was honest, the words went in one ear and then out the other. He was busy thinking about taking all his clothes off. It was so hot in the shop. Why was it so hot? His clothes felt too tight, they were crushing him and restricting his movement and he didn’t like that one bit.

He reached for his belt, hurriedly helping Aziraphale get it open so could get his hands on Crowley’s cock.

“Good boy, that’s it,” Aziraphale said as he managed to get Crowley’s jeans and underwear down his thighs.

The words made Crowley blush and leak even more slick. His face felt hot as he was exposed to the alpha. It wasn’t like they’d never seen each other undressed, but not like this. Like this, Crowley was flushed and so turned on that he wasn’t even thinking straight.

“Look at you.” The alpha groaned the moment he got his first look at Crowley’s straining cock. It was flushed pink and hard, and precome was leaking from the tip. His thighs were shiny with slick. The omega was in a sorry state.

“Please,” he begged.

Thankfully, the alpha didn’t make him wait. He dropped to his knees and then he was leaning down and…

Fuck .

Crowley’s head slammed into the back of the seat. Aziraphale’s mouth felt so hot and he cried out when it closed around the head of his cock. He gripped the angel’s head, fingers threading through those curly blond locks as he experienced pleasure from the hands of another for the very first time. He rocked his hips upwards and his cock slipped deeper into the blissful heat of Aziraphale’s mouth. The alpha only encouraged him, following the motion that Crowley started and letting him fuck his face.

“Fuck. Yes. Suck me,” Crowley shamelessly begged, consumed by what he was feeling. He could hardly believe that Aziraphale was doing this for him. An alpha, on his knees for him. He had never even dreamed he would have this.

Aziraphale was good at figuring out what Crowley liked. The alpha seemed to understand each whimper, moan, and breathy sigh that fell from his mouth. Just when the omega thought it couldn’t get any better, his clothes vanished within the blink of an eye. Aziraphale gripped his legs and pushed them upwards, silently telling him to sit back and spread them. He did. Of course he did. He rested back and pulled his knees to his shoulders, completely naked in Aziraphale’s armchair. He held his legs open.

“Oh, fuck,” he whined when he felt that hot mouth on his arse this time. Aziraphale licked him where he was wet and wanting, his tongue dragging over his tight hole.  Crowley’s thighs trembled.

Aziraphale completely spoilt him with his tongue and Crowley moaned loudly, unable to keep the noises to himself. The alpha somehow knew exactly how to make him come. He pressed his tongue inside, opening Crowley’s hole enough to make him feel like he was being slowly tongue fucked. His cock twitched against his belly with every lewd lick, leaving hot little trails of his precome. He bit his lips in an attempt to quiet the stream of noises falling from him unbidden.

“That’s not fair. Come on, let me hear you,” Aziraphale asked as he pulled away. He gripped Crowley’s cock and then swallowed it again.

The omega cried out loudly as the alpha’s mouth licked and sucked the sensitive head. Crowley knew that he was about to come right inside Aziraphale’s mouth at any moment.

“I’m gonna…” he warned. “Aziraphale… I…” He could barely get the words out. There was no way that he could string a sentence together.

It only encouraged the alpha, and he took Crowley’s cock deeply into his mouth, bobbing on the length for a few seconds and letting the head hit the back of his throat.

“A-Aziraphale,” he cried out, the word dissolving into a debauched-sounding moan.

A moment later, Crowley was trembling all over and Aziraphale was greedily swallowing his spend as the omega tipped over the edge. He came hard, his fingers tangled in the blonde man’s hair.

The alpha licked his lips in delight as his mouth was flooded, giving an obscene moan at the taste. He licked the length of Crowley’s cock, making sure he’d got every single drop of his come as he cleaned the omega up with his mouth.

“Is that any better?” Aziraphale asked with a smile, looking up, still on his knees.

Crowley felt like he’d had a heart attack. Like he’d run a marathon. That the world had spun on its axis. That down was up and up was down. But he nodded as his mind started to slowly come back to him. The heat he’d felt started to recede slightly. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He was a wreck and he was sure he’d made a sticky mess all over Aziraphale’s chair.

He looked down at himself, splayed naked on the chair, his cock softening and the humiliation of how he’d acted caught him up. He tried to stay calm, to remind himself that Aziraphale had offered to help him. That he loved him. That he’d enjoyed himself too.

“Eh, yeah,” he managed to force out, his voice scratchy. He found the alpha was right, he did feel better now he’d had an orgasm. His head was clear. Like a mist had been lifted.

He sat up, feeling very naked and self-conscious and he looked around for his clothes. Aziraphale clicked, bringing them back from wherever he’d vanished them, and then Crowley was redressed and squeaky clean from head to toe.

“Come here,” the alpha requested, pulling him into a hug. It was as if he knew all the complicated feelings inside of the demon and he wanted to soothe them. They cuddled together on the armchair, the alpha pushing the omega’s face into his neck, flush against where he smelled the strongest.

Crowley gripped him hard and hid his face there. It was scary being vulnerable. It was terrifying how out of control he’d been. But Aziraphale had stayed focused on what Crowley needed the entire time. He had given him what he needed, respected him, and not done a single thing that the omega didn’t enjoy. He felt very lucky to have such an attentive alpha to look after him.

They hugged for a long time, Aziraphale gently stroking through Crowley’s hair until the omega’s silly, self-conscious thoughts calmed.

“Still want me to build a nest with me?” Aziraphale asked after a moment, pulling out of the embrace to look into his eyes.

Crowley couldn’t stop his stupid smile. “Yes, please,” he agreed.

*

An hour later, after tea that they actually drank this time, the two of them made their way upstairs and to Aziraphale’s bedroom. Crowley flushed, remembering what he'd done the last time he was here and the alpha shot him a look as if he still didn’t believe what Crowley had divulged. Aziraphale looked at the bed and then gave him a little smirk.

“It’s much neater in here than I left it, did you perhaps… vanish the evidence?” he asked, sounding amused.

The omega nodded guiltily, still embarrassed that he’d lost control, not once, but twice now. If it was this bad in the run-up to his heat, how bad would it be when he finally succumbed to his natural instincts and was fully in heat? He was less worried about it than he would have expected, doing this with Aziraphale felt much easier than facing it alone. If the alpha would have rejected him, then he would have spent his heat alone in his too-large flat, paranoid and afraid that someone from Hell might drop in and then take advantage of him. It was too much to think about and he quickly squashed down the train of thought.

“So, what can we do to make this more comfortable for you?” the alpha asked.

Crowley hummed. “Um, I’m not really sure. I’ve never relaxed enough to build a nest before.” He knew that nests were deeply personal to each omega, or each couple if you were sharing. It would need to be soft and welcoming, enough that he could spend days there at a time without getting uncomfortable or restless.

“Well, perhaps we should focus on tidying up a bit?” the alpha suggested, looking a little embarrassed at the mess. He clicked his fingers and the room cleaned itself, the dust vanishing from the unused surfaces, the carpet cleaned for the first time in years, the windows shining and the scent of the room freshening. A lot of the stacks of books disappeared too, probably joining the others downstairs, making the room look much more spacious. “That’s better.”

The omega looked around happily, already agreeing that it was indeed better. It was hard to think about what he wanted to change to make it suit the two of them. It looked very much like Aziraphale’s bedroom still, just cleaner and less crowded.

“Better sheets,” the omega realised as he stared at Aziraphale’s old-fashioned bedding, “and more comfortable pillows.” He could bring his blanket from home. He had a nice one that he’d had for years that he slept with in the winter months when it was colder. “Perhaps we could redo the bed with all new bedding and then we should sleep in it together in the run-up, then it will already smell like us.”

Aziraphale grinned. “Okay, that sounds great to me.” Crowley knew that the alpha didn’t sleep, so he appreciated agreeing to his request.

“Are you… sure that’s okay?” he asked, double-checking as he felt a little guilty about all of this. “I don’t want you to be bored while I drool all over you and snore.”

Aziraphale laughed. “What would possibly be boring about cuddling with the love of my life?” he asked.

Crowley felt like the floor had been torn from under him. Of course he knew that Aziraphale loved him. They’d been in love for years, but yet again, it was one of those things that they didn’t talk about. Neither of them had ever said it, they liked to show it in the way they treated each other. But just having that confirmation said out loud made the omega want to hear it again.

He licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry. It was such an attractive thought that the alpha loved him. That they were going to nest here together. Make love in this very bed. Aziraphale had even agreed to knot him. Perhaps he might claim him too. Then they’d really belong to each other. Crowley would have Aziraphale’s teeth marked on his neck, a possessive claim, a piece of him to keep with him at all times.

Crowley looked over at the alpha. At the neat suit he always wore. He was so handsome dressed like that. But the omega wondered what was hiding under those clothes. Aziraphale was going to strip off in front of him. They’d both be naked together. He might let Crowley touch him all over. He could stroke all of that plush skin and bask in the softness of him.

Aziraphale must have sensed something had changed because he turned to look at Crowley and raised an eyebrow at him.

“W-what?” the omega stuttered, face turning red.

“I can smell you, you know,” he said.

Crowley’s heart fluttered as he was caught. He didn’t know how to respond to that. But Aziraphale was probably telling the truth because his underwear was feeling pretty wet again. It was really starting to become a problem but he wasn’t sure how to make it stop.

“Sorry,” Crowley said, wondering what Aziraphale must think about him. He must come across as such an overly needy, depraved thing. Sex-obsessed when that really wasn’t true.

“Don’t you dare apologise, my dear,” the alpha said, coming to stand in front of Crowley and he pulled him into a close embrace. “Having a heat is a perfectly natural thing and I’m very honoured to be here for you.”

The omega melted into Aziraphale. He could still hardly believe that he was allowed this, that they did things like this now - talk about how they were feeling, exchange intimate cuddles that made his whole body warm, just be together.

“Will you say it again?” Crowley whispered, wrapping his arms more firmly around Aziraphale and breathing in that beautiful scent again. He would never grow sick of it. He couldn’t.

“I love you,” he replied, reading his mind.

Crowley loved that about Aziraphale, that he just seemed to know what Crowley wanted, what he meant. They hadn’t always got it right, but they always got there. It was something that had taken years, but Crowley thought the alpha was pretty in tune with whatever was going on. They used to ignore each other’s needs, they used to pretend, but those days were gone. It was a very soothing, comforting thought.

The two of them just stood there for a moment, enjoying a quiet moment as they cuddled. It was wonderful to have something this precious. That even after six thousand years a hug could reduce them both to sappy things.

“I love you, too,” Crowley replied, giving his alpha one last squeeze before he pulled back.

Instead of stepping out of the embrace, he leant forwards and stole a kiss. He needed the reminder that he could have this. He wanted to feel those soft lips against his own. God, he wanted so much from the alpha that was in front of him. But first, they had to sort out the bedroom. He needed a nest. They both pulled out the kiss, having similar thoughts.

“I’m going to have to pop back home and get some things if I’m going to be staying here for a while,” Crowley said, trying to focus on the task at hand and not get distracted by the handsome alpha that was in front of him. It was difficult.

Aziraphale looked at him a little oddly. “Crowley… you do know that I meant for you to live here when I invited you to build a nest here with me,” he said. “I didn’t mean that you could nest here for your heat and then I was going to kick you out. I meant for you to nest here permanently .”

The omega was shell-shocked at the news. He hadn’t known that. The thought Aziraphale might want him here all the time hadn’t even crossed his mind. The way he assumed things when it came to Aziraphale was so deep-seated that he didn’t even know that he was misunderstanding. It made him almost weep for the amount of trouble that this must have caused for them over the years. More than both of them realised, probably.

“I… I didn’t realise that,” he said, feeling a bit stupid. He liked to think that he was intelligent, but then he went and did things like this and it made him doubt everything.

“Oh, Crowley,” Aziraphale said with a sigh. “Perhaps after all these years of dancing around each other, we need to just sit down and be frank with each other.”

Crowley nodded. Honesty sounded like a good idea, but right now all he could think about was making his nest. “After,” he promised. “We can do our nest and then we can sit and talk about… about everything.” Saying the words out loud: our nest, there was something so wonderful about it. He was eager to do it, to show himself that this was real. Not some silly fantasy he had concocted.

“That sounds like a great idea.” The alpha smiled. “Why don’t you pop home and then pick up your things? Actually…” He paused, thinking. “You better not drive, do you want me to Miracle you over there? I don’t think you should be using Miracles this close to your heat. When I have a rut, I certainly avoid it. Don’t want to end up moving something to the North Pole and then forgetting where you’ve put it.”

“Um…”

The mention of Aziraphale having a rut was enough to completely derail the omega’s thought process for a moment and he had to pinch himself.

Focus, he scolded himself.

Crowley wasn’t an angel. He was a fallen angel. Were the rules the same? But Crowley thought Aziraphale was right. It was better to be safe. He wasn’t quite in control of himself, if he was honest. There was no way that he could drive, he’d probably end up pulling over to the side of the road to finger himself halfway. Though the idea of doing something like that in the Bentley was kind of hot, he reminded himself that his body was on a deadline. He would soon fall into a heat where he had no control at all. He had actually started to feel hot all over and his underwear was soaked, his cock half-hard again already. How much time did he have until he fell into his base urges and he was nothing but a desperate slut for a knot?

Jesus Christ, this train of thought isn’t helping. Focus! he berated himself.

“No, no driving,” he agreed. “Can you Miracle us both over? I mean… if you don’t mind helping me.”

“Of course. Two hands are better than one.” The alpha nodded. “Okay, let’s be quick because I’m worried you’re going to go into heat at any moment and I don’t want to leave you alone once it happens,” he said kindly.

How had he ended up with such a kind and considerate alpha? It made no difference to Aziraphale if he left Crowley alone. It was Crowley who would need the alpha, not the other way around. He was really happy that they were doing this together. That his first heat on Earth would be shared with the alpha he loved and respected so dearly.

“Okay, just pop us by the front door,” he agreed.

Aziraphale took his hand and then within a blink, they were staring at the door to the flat that belonged to Hell. Crowley opened the front door and Aziraphale followed him inside.

“The last time we were here was after that night,” Aziraphale remembered, thinking back. “We stayed up and watched TV.” The alpha smiled as he looked around.

That was right. It was after they’d foiled the apocalypse and they hadn’t known the bookshop had been restored. It felt like so much had changed between them in that time. It had been good for them, really. It had pushed them together and reminded them how fragile this existence was. Time was borrowed after all, and one day this would all be gone. They had to treasure every moment that they could.

“Yeah, I remember. Feels like yesterday, but also a lifetime ago,” Crowley said, but it was a little hazy as the heat started to spread through him. “Come on, I’m starting to feel like I need to lie down,” he admitted as he led Aziraphale to his bedroom. He could pack some of his clothes, though he doubted he’d be wearing much once the heat kicked in.

The alpha was quick to respond to his words. “Why don’t you tell me what you need while you pack your clothes? I’ll rush around and get it all for you,” he suggested.

The omega nodded. It was probably for the best. He didn’t like Aziraphale fussing over him usually and it was hard to accept help, but he was his alpha now. Officially. They were actually going to do this. It was a giddy thought and it made him excited to get back to his new nest.

“Okay, so can you start with the TV?” he asked, trying not to feel embarrassed at the words. “I have a shelf of DVDs that I like to watch…”

Aziraphale was going to find out that Crowley liked to watch Golden Girls and cheesy romance flicks. Somehow, that was more awkward than everything else that was going to happen. The alpha wasn’t phased though, which was a small blessing. He just did as he was told. He was already such a good alpha to Crowley.

They quickly got into the swing of things, the omega listed off all the things that he wanted and then tried to remember where he had put them. Then the angel appeared with each item, placing them by Crowley where he was organising clothes on his bed. Not being able to use his Miracles was very annoying. He wasn’t sure how the humans coped. He probably relied on them a lot more than he should. But after a while, they had a few more bits and the omega was feeling much more comfortable about having these things in his new bedroom. He had managed to pack most of his comfortable clothes, figuring that wearing jeans any longer was just going to be a killer.

“Anything else?” the angel asked, hovering by the door.

“Oh, actually,” he said, remembering something. “Can you get this painting for me? It’s in the room on the right. It’s Di Vinci, you’ll know when you see it. Would look lovely above the dresser.”

“...Crowley, why is there a statue of a demon fucking an angel by your… is that a throne room?” Aziraphale asked, sounding both impressed and baffled as he wandered through the flat unaccompanied.

The omega laughed to himself. The last time Aziraphale was here, he hadn’t exactly given him a tour. They’d drank wine on his sofa all night. It brought him joy that his belongings shocked the omega.

“Yep, stole that from King Louis the Sixteenth,” he said, raising his voice a little so Aziraphale could still hear him.

“Oh, he was a bit of a prick, wasn’t he?” Aziraphale called back and Crowley was surprised at the language from him, but then again, Louis really was a prick. “I don’t blame you,” the angel continued. “I do like this table as well. We might have to come back at some point so I can take you over it.”

Crowley groaned at the words. Did Aziraphale have to talk about fucking right now? The omega feared there would be a wet patch where he was sitting at any moment. His jeans could only be Miracled clean so many times before the fabric gave out and without that luxury, he was currently feeling a rather uncomfortable soggy mess.

“Or, well, you could take me over it,” the angel continued, flirting. His voice echoed as he moved around the flat.

Crowley lay back on his bed and groaned, covering his face with his hands for a moment. He felt his cock twitch at the words. They sounded so obscene. Aziraphale wouldn’t really let me do that, would he? he thought to himself. Alphas didn’t usually do things like that: let omegas fuck them. But Aziraphale wasn’t exactly a normal alpha. Crowley tried to push the thoughts away. He shouldn’t be thinking about such things. He was supposed to be packing!

“Are you trying to make me go into heat right this second?!” Crowley complained, sniping at Aziraphale. “Can we perhaps change the subject?!”

The angel appeared at the door, painting in hand. “Sorry,” he said, not looking very sorry at all. “Is this the Mona Lisa?” he asked, admiring it and looking between the painting and the omega with suspicion.

“Maybe,” Crowley said with a casual shrug. “Can you get my plants and then we can go?” Aziraphale couldn’t prove that he changed the subject on purpose. Thankfully, the alpha didn’t call him out on it. He simply placed down the Mona Lisa carefully and then did as he was told.

Aziraphale grabbed some of his plants, going back and forth a few times with Crowley telling him, “No, not that one! I’m not talking to that one at the moment. It knows what it did.”

Aziraphale returned with another and the demon nodded. He could come back for the others once his heat was done, and then he could think about a more permanent home for them in the bookshop somewhere.

The demon collected some of his favourite trinkets. Familiar things that he didn’t really need, but it would be nice to have them there just in case. Who knew how long his heat would be or how it might play out? Besides, this hadn’t been his home for a long time. He wasn’t excited to be back here. He’d spent years as Nanny and had loved raising Warlock. But since that was all destroyed, he hadn’t come back to his flat apart from to water the plants. He wouldn’t miss it here. He was so ready for this part of his life to be over and his new chapter with Aziraphale to start. A part of him felt like he didn’t deserve this kind of happiness, but he knew that was Hell talking, the trauma of Falling. He couldn’t punish himself forever.

*

By that evening, all the work had been completed. The angel and demon were standing in the heart of their new nest, Aziraphale’s old bedroom, now their bedroom. The bed had transformed from a dull mess into an inviting sea of soft material where the alpha’s rich scents mixed in with his own. Heavy and luxurious new blankets covered the bed. Feathery, comfortable pillows beckoned them forward with the promise of cosiness. All-new sheets constructed from fine Egyption cotton adorned the mattress. A fluffy rug lay upon the floor in front of Crowley’s TV while the chair in the far corner had been cleared — just in case the omega wanted to spend some time out of the bed. The plants, vibrant and green, were placed in front of the window, which were framed by deep navy curtains of considerable weight.

Aziraphale had altered the walls, changing the old faded beige colours of the peeling wallpaper to royal blue and black paint with subtle golden accents. It was a perfect fusion of their favourites. String lights dangled from the bookshelves and two antique Tiffany lamps adorned the bedside tables.

The room had been stocked with a generous basket of water, snacks, and other necessities that Aziraphale thought that they might need. He could Miracle most things in, he was probably fussing a little, yes, but he didn’t want to mess this up. It made Crowley love him all the more. It was nice to feel taken care of.

Crowley had put away his clothes, finding a new home for them. Then he tied Aziraphale’s scenting token to his side of the bed, on the headboard. He stole that blazer too, hanging it on the bedpost by his pillow.

He looked proudly around and then reached and held Aziraphale’s hand. He grinned at his alpha.

“It… feels like home, doesn’t it?” he said, his heart feeling warm and racing in his chest.

“That’s because it is.” Aziraphale turned to him, his smile stunning. It lit up all the dark places inside of Crowley.

*

Now the nest was ready, Crowley headed into the bathroom to bathe the human way while Aziraphale went downstairs to make them some dinner. He’d never been a big eater, but the idea of the alpha cooking for him made Crowley want to drop to his knees and open his mouth, eager for whatever he’d made. He would laugh at his own desperate desires if they didn’t consume him so fully.

He’d never even been in the bathroom upstairs. He doubted that Aziraphale really used it either. It wasn’t as if either of them actually used the toilet. Crowley often Miracled himself clean and he knew the alpha did the same. They didn’t really have the chance to get dirty on a day-to-day basis. But right now, the omega was feeling disgusting. He was running too hot, his skin sweaty and tacky in a very unpleasant way. He was so happy to get out of his sticky, wet clothes. He peeled his jeans and underwear off. He was a mess. He left his dirty clothes in a pile, a little grossed out that he couldn’t just Miracle them clean.

Aziraphale had insisted on drawing a bath for him and had filled it with something bubbly and fragrant, and had gone as far as lighting candles to make the room more relaxing. He’d left some thick, fluffy towels out for him and an abundance of self care products. He was such a sweet alpha and yet again, Crowley wondered if he deserved this.

Crowley sunk into the hot, soapy water with a sigh. Okay, this was a much better idea than having the alpha Miracle him clean. It felt so good and he let himself relax for a few moments. The bathtub was huge, big enough for him to stretch his long legs out which was nice. He dipped under the water, wetting his hair and then scooping it out of his face.

He lay back, staring at the white ceiling, trying to mentally adjust to what was going to happen next. He was going to give his virginity to Aziraphale. Possibly tonight. He wanted to do it before the heat took over completely. If he waited too long, then he might not remember it. He wanted to be able to look back on this moment and reminisce. He wanted to know each and every detail and to be able to relive it over and over.

He was a little bit nervous. He wasn’t clueless. He knew how to have sex. He’d seen a lot of it over the years and he agreed that it was perfectly natural. But other people did it. Not him. He’d thought about having sex with Aziraphale plenty of times, but he had thought it was just a fantasy. Something to think about when he was lonely. He had never expected to actually have it.

What if Aziraphale didn’t like it? Could he really satisfy an alpha? He was inexperienced. He didn’t know anything about how to pleasure an alpha. What had happened between them so far had happened pretty naturally, the heat fuelling their actions, and it felt right. But thankfully, Aziraphale had known what he was doing. He had touched Crowley so effortlessly. He had even used his mouth on Crowley. He’d made him orgasm so quickly.

Looking back on it made him flush. Had that really happened?

It was a lot of change all at once. This had all happened so quickly in the grand scheme of things. Their romance had burnt slowly, taking centuries to develop, and just a few days ago the most they’d done was kiss. Now they were going to talk about bonding and tonight was Crowley’s first night officially living here. This was home.

Crowley was going to be bitten by Aziraphale soon. Mated. Bonded. Whatever he wanted to call it. He knew that it was all building up to that. The thought was enough to make him smile like an idiot and want to kick his feet in excitement, which he absolutely did not do, no matter how much he wanted to.

Crowley wondered about the specifics. Would Aziraphale be slow and gentle with him? The angel had the strength to be firm though. He could probably hold him down if he wanted to. He could pin him to the bed and just take his own pleasure from Crowley’s body. The omega would only be able to lie there and moan and beg…

Fuck. He was hard again. If he was honest, he had been for the past few hours. He should probably try to take the edge off so he didn’t launch himself at Aziraphale the moment he came back upstairs.

Crowley looked down at his cock through the bubbles and then reached for it. He’d had more orgasms in the last few days than he had in months. He gripped it, squeezing the slender length. It was kind of embarrassing how average it was. It was on the smaller side, though that was expected for an omega, and surrounded by bright red curls. He wondered what Aziraphale’s looked like. He had felt it pressed against his stomach just that afternoon. It had felt so big compared to his own.

Come to think of it, Aziraphale hadn’t asked anything of Crowley back then. He’d made him come and then cuddled him. He must have been hard and uncomfortable and it hadn’t even crossed the omega’s mind to offer to help him out. Immediately, he shrank down in the water, ashamed. He felt like the worst omega in the world. He had been so focused on the heat rushing through him that he hadn’t been thinking clearly. Aziraphale had been so kind about it. If it was any other alpha, Crowley suspected that the entire situation would have played out very differently. The truth was, that in that moment, Crowley would have let Aziraphale fuck him without a second thought. The alpha could have taken advantage, but he hadn’t. It cemented the fact that having Aziraphale as his alpha was probably the best decision that he could ever make. The fact that he wanted him too was more than he could have ever hoped for.

He just hoped that he could bring the alpha pleasure too. Next time, he wasn’t going to lie there uselessly and beg for the alpha. He was going to do… something. Perhaps he could jerk him off or… he could take the alpha’s cock into his mouth.

His dick twitched in his hand and he squirmed, slowly starting to jerk himself off. He pictured Aziraphale in his mind’s eye. He fantasised about watching him take his clothes off. That’s what was going to happen later. The alpha was going to go to his nest with him, and he’d undress and put on some nightwear. Maybe just a vest and his underwear. That was an attractive thought. He’d be able to see his thick thighs, the roundness of his stomach, the chunk of his strong arms.

Fuck.

If Aziraphale got hard, then he’d be able to see his cock through the thin material of his underwear. He could reach out and touch it and Aziraphale might sigh or moan.

Crowley’s hand moved faster, his cock leaking in his hand. He could feel his hole throb, but in the soapy water, he couldn’t touch it. It would just wash the slick away. So he played with his cock until he was gasping, one hand gripping the edge of the bath as his hips rocked upwards. Water splashed to the floor and he cried out, the sound of his moaning echoed loudly in the bathroom. The sound only made him want it more.

Could Aziraphale hear him? Did he know what he was doing right now?

He had enough sense to cup his free hand in front of his cock before he tipped over the edge. His cock spurted into his palm and Crowley massaged himself through the pleasure, as he gasped, trying not to get his come in the bath. Elation ran through him, the orgasm cooling him off a little. He wiped the mess on some tissue and then chucked it into the open toilet.

He felt naughty. He was lying in the bath jerking off and his hot alpha boyfriend was downstairs doting on him, cooking him a meal. How was this his life? He felt deliriously happy.

He sat up and cleaned himself thoroughly, washing his hair and body while he had the energy. Then he got out of the bath and made his way to the mirror. He scrunched his hair dry with his towel and then dressed in a black vest and a pair of black boxers. He had looked himself over and then made his way across the corridor to his and Aziraphale’s nest.

He turned on the TV, pushing one of his favourite comfort films into the DVD player and then he settled on the big king-sized bed on the side that he’d picked for himself. The alpha had agreed they should spend as much time as they could in their new nest so that Crowley would feel more settled when his heat hit him properly.

He waited for Aziraphale to be finished downstairs, looking around the bedroom in awe. It made him feel a bit emotional. Twenty-four hours ago, he hadn’t known where he stood with Aziraphale, and this evening he knew they were together. Really together. It almost made everything Crowley had ever been through feel worth it. If he would end up here, sitting in this precious nest, waiting for his alpha to come to bed, then he’d do it all over again.

He tried not to let his hormones get the better of him and he failed a little, a few stray tears escaping. He swiped them away quickly. He didn’t want Aziraphale to find him crying and to think that something was wrong. He was tearful because everything felt really… right. How could he explain that? He wasn’t sure that he could. Aziraphale would probably call him silly.

Aziraphale appeared not long after, carrying a tray of food and looking thrilled to see the omega. He grinned down at Crowley and then set it at the bottom of the bed. There was a bottle of wine and two glasses too. He glanced towards the TV, but he didn’t comment on the romantic comedy that Crowley had put on.

“I like Jude Law,” he explained needlessly.

“I’m not going to judge you.” The alpha laughed. “Me too,” he then admitted.

The two settled together and began to eat the meal that Aziraphale had made while they watched the TV by lamplight. He’d made chicken piccata and Crowley enjoyed every bite. He felt hungry, starving for the first time in millennia. The alpha kept looking towards him, watching each mouthful like he couldn’t keep his eyes off him. It felt surreal. Being sat in his underwear in front of the alpha. Eating. Being here with Aziraphale. The entire situation was like nothing they’d ever done before. Crowley hoped that this was his new life. Just peace and quiet. The comfort of having Aziraphale at his side.

“So, um, I want you to do it tonight,” Crowley said, gathering his nerve as he reached for his glass of wine.

Aziraphale turned his entire body to look at Crowley. “The… sex? Or the… bonding? The… knotting?” he asked, putting his plate back on the tray to give Crowley his full attention.

The words made Crowley’s face burn. “All of it?” he said, forcing himself to look at the alpha too. “I want to be aware and be able to remember it. If we wait much longer, I’m worried that I’ll beg you to do it and it’s… it’s my first time… so…” He trailed off. His heart was beating so fast in his chest.

Aziraphale reached and placed a comforting hand on his thigh and scooted closer to him. “Oh, Crowley,” he said, looking at him fondly. “Are you sure you’re ready? I suspected it might be your first time when you said about suppressing your heats.”

The demon nodded. “I wanted it to be you, so I just… I never did it with anyone else. I hated the demons and… humans were… not interesting to me. Sex wasn’t ever a big deal to me, honestly. Probably because I put off my heats.” It was hard being vulnerable, but this was Aziraphale, the angel that he’d loved for millennia. He could be honest with him, even if it felt difficult.

“Well, thank you for telling me,” Aziraphale said softly, his voice full of understanding and Crowley wasn’t sure why he’d been worried. “We should probably talk more about your heat while we can, though. I need to have an idea of what you expect. I don’t want to… I hate to do something and unknowingly disrespect you.”

Crowley nodded, agreeing. He wasn’t stupid, he knew by the way that he was talking that Aziraphale must have had sex before. He had known how to touch Crowley. He’d known how to touch an omega. Crowley wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer of exactly who and when, he could be a jealous thing, so he decided it wise to not ask specifics. But he did have a few questions.

“I don’t want to ask too many questions, but I need to know... Is this… Have you cared for other omegas in heat before?” He was curious, that’s all.

The alpha shook his head. “No. You’re the first. The only.” That was a nice thought. That they would share this and then have it forever. This was just another way they could love each other.

The omega placed his hand over Aziraphale’s and they linked their fingers together. “But you… shared your ruts?” he asked.

“I did. Only a couple of times,” Aziraphale explained. “I usually try to have one every hundred years or so. It’s the minimum required for Heaven.”

The minimum. What did that mean? That Heaven made the angels all have a heat or rut every so often? That didn’t sound very ethical. What if they didn’t want to? Hell had been kind in that sense. They’d never even mentioned it, let alone told him when. Either that, or they’d been too scared to tell Crowley it was required.

“So, you had your ruts forced upon you?” Crowley asked softly. That sounded so awful, but maybe that was because of the way Crowley looked at things. Perhaps Aziraphale enjoyed it?

“Not… forced,” the angel continued, but it was obvious he wasn’t fully comfortable with what happened. It made the omega frown. “Just… highly recommended. I usually just spent them alone but… sometimes it was too much so I… asked them for some company.”

You could have asked me, Crowley thought sadly, but he didn’t say it out loud because that wasn’t useful and it would upset Aziraphale. He would have said yes if the angel asked. He would have. But Aziraphale had no way of knowing that. But these things happened for a reason, perhaps they couldn’t have done any of this earlier. The grand design of things was so complicated.

“So, what? Heaven gave you an omega?” Crowley asked puzzled. “I thought Heaven didn’t condone premarital sex?”

Crowley’s heats were so long ago that he didn’t remember any of this. He was pretty sure he had been alone in his memories. He didn’t remember another angel being there. And he didn’t remember Heaven telling him he had to have one either. Maybe that was for the best. Or maybe that contributed to why he’d resisted heats all this time? Had he had a bad experience with them in Heaven and he just couldn’t remember? It could have sat in his subconscious all this time.

Aziraphale shrugged. “I’m sorry. I just don’t have the answers to that. The more time that passes, the less and less that I understand Heaven,” he said. “But, I’m glad you didn’t go through that too. Being made to feel like… well, like I did.” He paused, thinking. “So… it was your choice to wait the entire time?” He looked at Crowley curiously, and the omega noticed that he was blushing, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

The omega cleared his throat and nodded. “It was. But I always wanted you,” he admitted. He might as well get everything out in the open. If he was going to be mated to Aziraphale, if they bonded, then there shouldn’t be anything that he couldn’t tell him. “I knew I couldn’t control myself if I had a heat. I was… so lost on you. I was worried that I’d just go to you, wherever you were. That I’d just… drop to my knees and beg you to take me.”

Aziraphale’s smile morphed into a grin and looked down at Crowley’s lips. “Is that how you really feel?” he asked. “You want me like this? Even outside of the heat?”

Crowley nodded and he could feel himself blush. The subject of their conversation was getting to him. He was growing wet where he sat and he realised he was going to have to discreetly try to change his underwear if they didn’t have sex tonight. It was crazy how a simple adult conversation was enough to ruin his underwear.

“I’ve always wanted you, I think,” he whispered. “Since the garden.” It was his biggest secret and now it was Aziraphale’s too.

The alpha looked so happy he might burst, and that look directed at him just turned Crowley on more. Being close like this. Being open with each other. It made him feel like his heart was flying.

Aziraphale leant close to him and cupped his face. “I loved you… from before,” he told him, dropping his voice lower, as he divulged his own secrets. “You don’t remember but… you were… radiant.” 

They had never talked about Crowley being an angel. The reminder of that time was painful for the two of them in different ways.

“The starmaker?” Crowley asked in disbelief. He couldn’t remember his name. He couldn’t remember a lot of things. But he remembered the stars.

“Yes. We met a long time ago. Before time. And… I loved you from the first moment,” Aziraphale admitted, and Crowley appreciated him saying it, that he was trying to be as honest as he could too. Aziraphale looked a little relieved to be able to share the words.

“That’s…” He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. “You loved me, all this time? Before and after I Fell?”

Aziraphale nodded.

Crowley felt like they were taking this entire thing very seriously, and it made him happy that they had come this far. That even the forbidden subjects were broached.

“Did he love you too?” It wasn’t him. He wasn’t that wide-eyed angel anymore. But still, he wanted to know.

“That’s the thing, I can’t remember,” Aziraphale said sadly. “It’s one of those questions that I always thought about but I don’t think I’ll ever know. ”

“I bet he did,” Crowley told him, convinced, looking into Aziraphale’s pretty blue eyes. He was surer about that than expected. “My love for you is just… immeasurable. Maybe I got his love for you too.”

Aziraphale looked at him so softly and then closed the space between them. He kissed him needily and deep, pulling them closer. Crowley let out a pitiful moan against his lips and eagerly kissed him back. They stayed like that for a moment, kissing each other hotly, trying to get closer and closer until they were pressed together. Somehow, it still wasn’t close enough. Crowley wanted Aziraphale inside of him. He wanted to hold his hand and keep kissing him forever. He wanted the alpha to claim him and sink his teeth into his neck. He wanted to proudly wear his mark for all to see.

“We’re supposed to be talking about your heat,” Aziraphale said after a few moments. Their kisses turned hotter with every minute that passed. But Aziraphale didn’t pull back. Actually, he pulled Crowley closer and the tray at the bottom of the bed disappeared from the bed, reappearing on the dresser.

“We are,” Crowley said between scorching kisses. “We can multitask.” He grabbed Aziraphale’s arms, pulling him closer. He needily pressed himself against the alpha, rubbing himself against him.

The angel grinned and broke their kisses. “So, knotting?” he asked, whispering into Crowley’s ear and then nibbling on his earlobe softly.

“Yes,” Crowley agreed, rubbing his hands over Aziraphale’s chest and nodding. “Please, alpha.”

“...Protection?” he asked.

Crowley pulled away slightly and frowned. “No,” he said. “I wanna feel you, angel. I want to feel you coming inside me. If we’re going to do it, we might as well do it properly.”

The angel groaned into his neck. “Okay, darling. That sounds good to me,” he agreed. “What about other things?”

Crowley had no idea. “I don’t know…” he said, struggling to focus as Aziraphale kissed his neck and grabbed his arse. There was a fire burning inside of him. “I’m a big virgin, I’m afraid,” he joked. “Well, for another… half an hour, or so?” He pulled back to grin at Aziraphale.

The alpha nodded. “Okay, and is there anything I need to know? That you’re afraid of or… you have issues with?”

Crowley wasn’t sure about anything at this point. He didn’t feel like himself at all. He was hot inside and there was an ache developing deep inside of him. Why was Aziraphale asking him so many questions when he was so hard and wet? He should be touching him more and putting that mouth all over him.

The omega shook his head. “I mean… I’ve never done any of this so… I’m a blank canvas. But… you’ll be gentle with me, won’t you?” He felt silly asking such a question. Of course he would be, but he needed to hear him say it.

“Always,” Aziraphale told him seriously, pulling back from his kisses to look at  him for a moment. “I’d never do anything that would hurt you.”

“Unless I ask you too?” Crowley asked him playfully.

The alpha nodded and paused for a moment, putting a little space between them. “I’m… more nervous than I expected,” Aziraphale admitted, letting out a breathless laugh. “I just… want you so badly. I’m afraid I’ll do something wrong and ruin this.”

“You won’t,” Crowley told him confidently. “I’m not worried about that. I’m more worried that I’ll mess it up.”

“We make a silly pair, don’t we?” Aziraphale said, his tone fond. “I… want you so badly, Crowley.” His eyes were all over Crowley’s face and it only made him flush more.

“Then take me,” Crowley said, looking at him seriously. “Make me yours.”

The words did it.

The alpha pushed him back into the sheets and Crowley spread his legs in invitation. Aziraphale’s hand went straight to Crowley’s cock, rubbing it through the thin material as he started to kiss his neck. It made him want to weep with relief. The omega rocked into the touch, wanting Aziraphale to touch him more. He could feel himself growing even wetter as he kissed him. He let himself relax against his touch, welcoming it.

He pulled at Aziraphale’s shirt, kissing him desperately as the alpha touched him. He was wearing far too many clothes, but Crowley didn’t have time to complain. The alpha slipped his hand into his underwear and Crowley let out a breathless whine. His cock was so sensitive. He’d spent most of the day hard and uncomfortable, but he still wanted more, the approaching heat fuelling him.

“Yes, oh god,” Crowley moaned and Aziraphale kissed the words. “Please touch me more.”

The alpha played with his cock for a moment before slipping further down, rubbing his fingers against his hole. Crowley moaned and spread his legs wider, giving Aziraphale the access he needed. He slipped a finger inside him, easily slicked by the wetness he found there.

“Shit,” the omega cursed, panting.

Aziraphale stopped what he was doing and then climbed between Crowley’s spread thighs. The action made Crowley’s heart hammer in his chest. He was in bed with Aziraphale. In their nest. He was surrounded by their things. He felt like he was in a little safe space where he knew everything would be okay. He could relax. He was happy. He had his alpha here with him. They were going to make love for the first time.

Aziraphale grabbed Crowley’s underwear and pulled it down his long legs. The omega sat up to pull his vest off too. He wasn’t as nervous being naked this time since he was in their nest. He settled back against the pillows.

“You’re such a pretty thing,” Aziraphale whispered in awe, hands on Crowley’s thighs. He traced the little freckles there, rubbing through the soft, sparse ginger hairs on his legs.

The angel licked his lips and then started to pull his own clothes off right there. Every logical thought immediately flew from Crowley’s mind as he watched Aziraphale strip in front of him. Within minutes, the alpha was completely naked and the omega was staring at him with wide eyes.

Aziraphale was everything that he had imagined, if not even more wonderful. God, he was absolutely flawless. Crowley’s serpentine eyes dragged over him, admiring every inch. He was pale and broad, his wide chest covered in blond hair, and his stomach plush. He wanted to trace the silver trails of his stretch marks with his tongue. He was so soft all over and Crowley loved it. He seemed to be the polar opposite of Crowley. He couldn’t refrain from peeking any longer. He looked down at his cock and he had to resist gaping. It was already thick and hard, hanging heavy between those luscious thighs. Aziraphale looked incredibly tempting as he closed the space between them again. He couldn’t resist reaching for him, running his hands over all that soft, exposed skin.

“I’m afraid I’m not anything special,” Aziraphale said, self-deprecatingly. 

“Are you fucking kidding?” the omega blurted out in disbelief. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Crowley couldn’t believe the words that had come out of the alpha’s mouth. Aziraphale was everything. He was so beautiful. So perfect. The omega had always thought so.

Aziraphale flushed. “Says you,” he responded. “Still want to do this?” he asked, now that they were both naked.

“Yeah,” the omega responded. His heart was fluttering and he was nervous about doing something new, but at the same time, he had been waiting to do this for years. He would be foolish not to go through with this. He was ready. More than ready.

Deciding to show the alpha that he was serious, Crowley reached downwards and gripped Aziraphale’s cock for the first time. He felt impossibly hot and stiff in his hand, the skin as soft as velvet. It felt huge, his fingers barely touching as they circled it. He started to move his hand, a little unsurely. He hoped that he was doing it right. There wasn’t too much difference between their members, well, aside from the size and the knot. But right now, there was no sign of such a thing. The omega was curious to see what it would look like and even more so, what it would feel like.

Aziraphale gasped and then he reached between Crowley’s thighs again, as if needing to touch him too. Crowley sighed happily as he felt his alpha’s fingers press back inside him, pushing deep into his hole and soothing the burning inside of him. It was such a comfort to feel him inside, for them to be connected this way. It felt intimate. Close in a way he hoped to experience over and over.

The two of them kissed, obsessed with each other as they found pleasure together for the first time. When they weren’t kissing, they rested their foreheads together and just looked at each other, memorising all their favourite things. Blue eyes locked together with amber.

“I love you,” Aziraphale reminded him.

The words seemed to sink inside Crowley and he could feel them throughout his entire being. The confession healed things inside him that he hadn’t even known were broken.

It was so much, yet at the same time, it wasn’t enough. Aziraphale’s fingers were thick and clever inside of him and Crowley’s cock was leaking on his tummy. He twisted his fingers inside of him, trying to relax Crowley and stretch his hole. They locked eyes and the omega’s mouth dropped open in pleasure as he felt those fingers curl. He gasped as the angel touched something inside him that made his entire body go lax and pleasure spike hot in his hole and his cock. His thighs trembled.

“R-right there,” Crowley whispered as he felt a surge of bliss inside him. “Just… yes, there.” His voice was broken as he was overwhelmed with the sensations. “Oh, god.” He moaned loudly, his hand stilling on the alpha’s cock. He couldn’t think about anything but that wonderful sensation and it seemed to consume him to have a narrow-minded focus - opening his legs wider and letting the alpha do whatever the fuck he wanted to him.

Aziraphale followed Crowley’s request, fingering him harder with precise movements while the omega panted and whined. He managed to add another finger, three inside his tight hole, and it made Crowley moan even louder.

“Is that okay?” Aziraphale asked and the question made his heart skip. 

“Yeh, shit. It’s so good. You feel so good,” he replied and then pulled Aziraphale back into a needy kiss.

“Do you want to come?” the alpha asked, kissing down his neck to suck directly on the omega’s scent gland.

Crowley could feel the pheromones pouring from himself with no control, showing how inexperienced he was. Aziraphale moaned against the little gland and then licked it possessively, clearly enjoying the scent and the taste of him. Crowley’s face flushed hot. His whole body did.

“Yeh, please, alpha. Make me come,” he begged.

Aziraphale sat up and the next thing Crowley knew, his whole body was assaulted with overwhelming pleasure as the alpha did something inside him that he didn’t understand. His mouth dropped open in awe and his thighs trembled.

“Fuck, oh, shit, oh fuck,” he cried, voice loud and unrestrained, practically yelling. He grabbed a pillow from the side of him and covered his face embarrassed. It did little to muffle his moans. All he could do was lie there as the alpha fingered his arse. He could feel his hole throb, leaking obscenely around those thick fingers as pleasure built wild and out of control, faster than he could process.

“Oh-sh-fu-Aziraphale ,” he cried against the pillow, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he tipped over the edge. He felt his cock throbbing, coming all over his tummy and his hole squeezed those fingers, flooding his alpha’s hand with his come. But it just didn’t stop. Crowley’s orgasm went on and on and the omega felt feral as the alpha finger-fucked him through it. He screamed into the pillow, legs spread and chest arched.

When Aziraphale finally removed his fingers, Crowley threw the pillow off his face and just lay on the bed, feeling like he’d been dismantled. His chest was heaving and his whole body felt like he was floating. He was trembling all over.

“What the everloving fuck was that?” he forced out as soon as he managed to string together a coherent thought.

The alpha lay back on the pillows to the side of him. “Was that okay?” he asked. “I thought it might loosen you up a bit if I could give you a proper orgasm.”

A proper orgasm? It seemed that Crowley had somehow been masturbating wrong all these years because he’d never experienced whatever the hell that was. He felt a little delirious and he let out a breathless laugh.

He sat up, feeling like he was a complete mess. He was so wet and had probably squirted all over the sheets but he didn’t care. Instead, he was thinking about touching Aziraphale. The alpha had just made him feel so wonderful and now he wanted to return the favour. He kissed the alpha and then licked his lips as he looked down at his straining cock. It was laying against Aziraphale’s stomach, the head flushed red.

“Let me suck it?” Crowley asked, voice breathy as he reached to grip the thick length in his hand. He’d thought about it so many times and he was excited to do it.

“Whatever you want,” the alpha agreed and that was a wonderful invitation.

Whatever I want. Crowley hadn’t ever been able to have what he wanted. But he was going to take it now.

With his permission, Crowley moved down the bed and came face to face with Aziraphale’s cock. It was at least twice the size of his own and surrounded by a mess of blonde curls. It was long and thick and hot to touch. Crowley could hardly believe that this would even fit inside of him, but he trusted Aziraphale. For a moment, he just held it, admiring it curiously, mind stuck on the sheer size of it.

He didn’t let it intimidate him though. Crowley closed his mouth over the swollen head. He started slowly, licking and sucking just the head as he adjusted to doing it for the first time. It tasted clean and his precome was a little sweet and salty. The sensation of having something so big inside his mouth was strange, but he found he liked it. He took a few more inches inside and started sucking harder.

The alpha groaned. “Yes, right there, Crowley. Please don’t stop,” he begged, the alpha stroking through those fiery red locks. The omega whimpered at the words.

Crowley felt so satisfied like this, the taste of his alpha on his tongue, his hands in his hair, the way he thrust into him wanting more. He moved his mouth up and down, and licked Aziraphale until the alpha was a panting mess above him. It was a nice feeling knowing that he could make him feel this way.

“Fuck, Crowley,” he panted. “Your mouth feels so sweet, darling.”

Darling. The praise had him feeling desperate for more. He took a few more inches down but felt his throat protest and he pulled back. He was probably being a little too enthusiastic for the first time doing this.

Crowley pulled off and jerked the spit-slicked length as he looked up at his alpha. He wanted him to come but he knew that he needed to save that for the main event if he wanted Aziraphale to knot him. The whole situation made an even bigger mess of the omega, his hole dripping trails of slick down his thighs. He was so turned on.

Just a few more minutes, he thought to himself desperately, and then took it back in his mouth.

“Crowley, Crowley,” Aziraphale cried, hips stuttering where he started to fuck his omega’s mouth. Barely thirty seconds later, he roughly pushed him off.

Crowley grinned triumphantly, all flushed and hair a mess from the alpha tugging on it. “Was it okay?” he asked, hoping that he’d managed to keep his teeth out of the way. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

The alpha replied by grabbing Crowley and hauling him up the bed and into his arms. He kissed him, slipping his tongue into the omega’s mouth and sighing happily against his lips.

“I want to make love to you,” the alpha said when they pulled apart. “Are you ready?”

Crowley nodded. He’d never felt more ready in his entire life. “How should we do it?” he asked. “Can we do it face to face?” The idea of being able to kiss or look into each other’s eyes appealed to the omega.

“However you think you’re going to be comfortable,” he replied. “If I knot you face to face then I think you should be on top, that way I won’t be lying on top of you and crushing you.”

Crowley doubted that Aziraphale would crush him. He was a demon. He was strong and it wasn’t like he really needed the air he breathed. But he also understood where he was coming from.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Maybe we could do it face to face for the first bit, and then when you… knot me… perhaps you could do it from behind?” That way they could lie down together and Aziraphale could hug him the whole time. He’d also have access to the omega’s neck. The idea of being bitten from behind made him feel all jittery with excitement. He’d be full of his alpha’s knot and held in his arms as he sunk his teeth inside him for the first time.

The alpha nodded in agreement and then rolled on top of the omega, repositioning the both of them comfortably. Crowley gulped thickly as he spread his legs and lifted them a little. Aziraphale’s strong hand gripped the left one, holding it up firmly as he used his other hand to grip his cock.

“I love you,” Aziraphale groaned and leant forward and rested his forehead against Crowley’s. Crowley wrapped an arm around his neck.

This was it. The first time they were going to have sex.

Something hot and blunt pressed against his hole and for a second, there was a little spike of nerves. It couldn’t fit. It couldn’t possibly. But of course it did. With only one gentle push, the head slipped inside and Crowley clung to Aziraphale.

Oh, fuck. It was really happening.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Crowley chanted, overeager for it.

Aziraphale pushed inside him slowly, an inch at a time until Crowley gasping and moaning. He felt so full. His hole was stretched to its limit. Aziraphale’s cock felt so big and it was an incredibly wonderful reward. Waiting had been worth it. Every single second.

For a moment, Crowley had to remind himself to breathe.

“Are you okay?” Aziraphale checked, sounding a bit strained. “Ready?”

Crowley didn’t trust himself to speak, so he nodded and rocked his hips slowly, experimentally. The alpha started to fuck him gently, setting a slow, deep rhythm that had Crowley gripping his alpha hard.

“Oh my god, you are so perfect,” Aziraphale moaned, pressing a kiss to Crowley’s cheek. “My lovely little omega. You’re so tight and wet for me. You feel incredible.”

They scrambled to hold hands as they moved together.

The hormones and emotions caught up with Crowley, and he found himself whimpering, some tears sneaking from him as he experienced being connected to Aziraphale for the first time. It was so intimate. More perfect that he deserved but it was his. This was his life. His alpha.

“I love you, my sweet thing,” Aziraphale whispered to him, kissing his tears away and somehow understanding that this was good. Maybe he could feel it too. That was a wonderful thought. That everything he was experiencing was shared with the alpha he loved.

He lay there trying to process everything that he was feeling. It was easy to get lost in the motion, the back and forth, the sensation of his body softly rocking as he was filled over and over. All of it was addictive and Crowley couldn’t believe that he was allowed this. This was all for him.

“I love you. Fuck, I love you so much,” Crowley cried.

It was all too much. Crowley could only lie there and let Aziraphale take him and let himself be overwhelmed by it all. Aziraphale was strong in his arms and he stroked his hands down the alpha’s back, nails sharp as he reached his arse. He grabbed a handful and pulled him closer, forcing the alpha to fuck him harder. He rocked his hips up and met him halfway. Like this it was impossibly deep and erotic and it made the alpha moan, the sound like music to Crowley.

“Yes, please,” the omega begged desperately. “I want you to feel good. Use my body to get yourself off.”

The words had the opposite effect and Aziraphale pulled out and sat up. He was panting hard, face flushed all the way down to his chest. His big cock was dripping wet with the evidence of Crowley’s arousal. He made such a sexy sight and Crowley felt his arse throb with the need to feel him inside again.

The omega suddenly found himself face down in the pillows, arse in the air as the alpha manhandled him into place. He barely had time to figure out what had happened before Aziraphale was shoving his cock back into his needy hole.

Crowley sobbed into the pillow as the alpha took him from behind, that thick cock touching all the places inside him that his body yearned for. He was so worked up and on edge that only a few minutes in the poor omega was gasping already.

“Oh, shit. I’m coming, I’m coming,” he moaned as an orgasm ripped through him. His swollen cock emptied on the sheets below them as it bounced from the force of the alpha’s thrusts. His whole body tensed as pleasure overtook him.

Aziraphale fucked him through it and then started to slow down after a moment. “Do you—”

“No, don't stop,” he eagerly gasped. “Come on, fuck me, please fuck me,” he cried.

Despite coming again, the omega felt no relief. His little cock was still hard and hot, and even though his hole was stuffed full, he was desperate for more. He rocked back against the alpha, trying to figure out how to roll his hips. He might not be experienced, but it was fairly self-explanatory and he was past caring how he might look. The only thing that he could think about was Aziraphale. His alpha. The man who he’d loved and adored for centuries and now he was here with him, fucking him and claiming him. He never wanted to stop. He never wanted it to end.

“How do you want it, sweetheart?” the alpha asked, curling his body over Crowleys, pressing them together. He placed kisses on the omega’s neck, sucking against his scent gland in a way that made Crowley feel wild inside. He could feel the sharp nip of his teeth, and he bared his neck. The alpha nibbled at him, sending shivers down his spine.

Oh fuck, Aziraphale was going to bite him at the end of this. Somehow he’d forgotten, but those teeth felt like a promise. Like a proposal. He wanted to beg Aziraphale to bite him but it was too soon. Right now he couldn't appreciate it. He wanted to do it while he was being knotted. After he calmed down. They would be completely connected and in control when it happened. No flaring hormones. No instincts that made them get lost in the moment. But two people who loved each other, choosing each other.

“How’s this, sweetheart?” the alpha purred in his ear, grinding his hips against Crowley’s arse.

“Oh, god,” he managed to whimper. The alpha’s cock was pressing against that place inside of him that made his cock drool.

Crowley was embarrassingly wet, he could feel it down his thighs and hear the soft squelch of it as they fucked. But the shame of it just turned him on more.

Aziraphale’s hands moved to his hips, gripping him - holding him in place. He started to fuck him hard enough to make him see stars. He slammed into him, deep and hard, steadily fucking him faster until Crowley could do nothing but moan for it.

“I’m going to-Crowley-I—”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what Aziraphale was trying to say. It became rather self-explanatory a moment later. Crowley’s eyes flew open in shock as he felt something stretching his rim, growing thick and forcing him open. The alpha fucked him harder, his hips slamming against his arse and almost making him topple forward.

“Oh-oh, fuck,” he cried, hands trembling as he reached for the headboard, using it as leverage to stop himself from face-planting.

“Oh, darling, I… I’m going to…”

“Yes, oh fuck, yes,” Crowley replied. “Do it, knot me. Come inside me, Aziraphale. I wanna feel it. Please, please, please—”

Aziraphale stilled, his cock pushed as deep as physically possible and Crowley felt a delightful rush of heat inside him. It was hot and wet and the alpha’s cock was throbbing as it released, spasming inside him in a way that made the omega reach his own cock. He touched the burning hot length and it only took a couple of tugs before he was coming too, his own orgasm making his arse pulse for Aziraphale. The alpha’s knot had popped, stretching his little hole wide and logically, he knew that it should hurt, but it didn’t. It made him feel… whole. Like two puzzle pieces fitting together, it made them feel complete.

The two of them just stayed in that position, desperately trying to catch their breath. They were tied together, the alpha sagged over Crowley and placing kisses to his shoulders, rubbing his hand over the invisible joint of his wings. The omega had to resist letting them out, remembering the room was far too small and he’d do nothing but make a mess of their nest.

After a moment, Aziraphale helped them both lay on their sides, spooned together and unable to separate even an inch. Aziraphale started kissing all the marks he’d left on Crowley’s skin and the omega sighed into the sensation.

This was like flying. It made him feel free. Kind of like he was high too - probably drunk off the scent of them together.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Aziraphale asked, sounding worried from behind him.

Crowley reached for the alpha’s hand and linked their fingers. He held it over the pit on his stomach.

“You’re kidding, right? I’m not a delicate flower,” Crowley said honestly. Aziraphale had been perfect. Not too hard, but also not too soft. Somehow just what he needed. “No, it was… it was amazing.” His whole body felt like it was buzzing.

Aziraphale licked his lips. “Really?” he asked. “I thought so too. None of my ruts were that intense.”

The words made Crowley preen, something deep inside him finally satisfied for now.

He laughed softly and leant back against his alpha, enjoying the embrace. It felt peaceful in the silence of the flat. The film had finished and Crowley wasn’t sure how long they’d been having sex but it was dark outside now. The room was lit only by the fairy lights. He felt very relaxed, tired and completely worn out.

He was thoroughly stuffed with the alpha’s knot locked inside him and it was such a wonderful thought to know that he could have this now whenever he wanted.

“I think I’m ready,” he said and Aziraphale knew exactly what he was talking about.

Crowley felt the alpha stroke over his neck and across his shoulder. “Where do you want it? Under your clothes or…” He trailed off.

“No, I want it here,” he said, bringing his hand up to press it over his neck gland on the right. “Then everyone can see it and it will look pretty under my snake.” He’d thought about it a lot over the years.

“Okay,” the alpha agreed and Crowley could hear the nerves in his voice.

Aziraphale’s teeth gently pressed over his neck, biting just enough to leave an indent and Crowley squeezed his hand hard. He didn’t do it straight away, instead, he pulled back to double-check the position. The alpha seemed satisfied.

“I love you,” Aziraphale whispered and Crowley’s heart sang.

Crowley waited, too nervous to do or say anything as anticipation built inside of him. Then those teeth were being lined up again. He tensed, preparing for pain but it never happened. He felt the alpha’s teeth break the skin and then he was flooded with endorphins. He moaned, not expecting it. Aziraphale must have felt it too because he whimpered around the mouthful, holding the bite hard, desperate to make it take properly.

It did.

Crowley felt like everything in the universe suddenly lined up. He could feel Aziraphale behind him, he could hear the racing of his heart, feel the love that was pouring from him. It was pure, unadulterated bliss for a demon who had spent so many years alone. Now he wouldn’t ever have to be alone ever again.

“I love you,” he replied finally, the words rushing from him all at once. They seemed so small in comparison to how he felt, but that was okay, because he knew that Aziraphale could feel it too. He could feel all the things inside of Crowley. The light and the dark and all the wonderful things that were in between.

They basked in the feeling of togetherness. They were finally connected in every way that mattered. They had made their home here on Earth, in an old bookshop in London. It didn’t matter what came next. Heaven. Hell. It was all inconsequential. Because somehow, it felt like it was always meant to end this way, with the two of them locked together like this, as one.

Crowley understood it all now.

They were ineffable.

*

When Crowley woke up it was already the next morning. His entire body was aching. He felt like he’d been hit by a bus. He groaned as consciousness returned to him. The sun was too bright and he glared at the curtains until they slowly closed. His plants trembled in the window.

He sat up in the nest and looked around confused. The entire room spun on its axis and he gripped the edge of the bed in alarm. He couldn’t even see straight. He was hot all over, his body burning up from the inside. It was the worst it had been so far and he knew that this was it. His heart was beating too hard in his chest, he felt feverish and his eyes darted around the room, looking for signs of his alpha. He hadn’t left him, had he?

Shit. He was in heat and he was alone. “Aziraphale?” he called, his voice croaky, but there was no response. “Aziraphale!”

Still, there was nothing.

“I’m going to bloody kill that angel,” he grumbled to himself.

He growled, a little ball of fury. How dare his alpha leave him like this and in this state? He’d been so good to him all night. He’d fucked him and filled him up, but now he was empty again. Where the hell was he? There wasn’t anything that could be more important than being here with Crowley and bringing him some relief. He had promised not to leave him alone and here he was, sopping wet and hard and with no alpha to take care of him.

Crowley felt hot all over and he kicked the thick blankets off, annoyed. He was still completely naked from the night before. His cock was so hard that it was painful. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t come right this second. He reached for it, quickly jerking himself off as he pressed a hand against the mating bite on his neck. Oh, fuck. The sting of it made him feel wild. The reminder of what he’d done the night before rushed through his mind.

He moaned at the memory of Aziraphale taking him. The memories were a blur of sensations - love and desperation, pleasure and pure bliss. Orgasms. So many orgasms. Now Crowley knew what his alpha’s dick felt like inside him, he wanted it desperately. It didn’t take long for him to come all over himself. He sagged back into the pillows. It had brought no relief at all. He reached between his own thighs, pressing fingers against his hole. He was so wet and open, eager for a cock.

Feeling a little delirious, Crowley stood from the bed. Clothes. He should probably get clothes. He reached for Aziraphale’s blue jumper that he’d worn yesterday and then left on the floor. He pulled that on and then grabbed the first pair of jeans that he could find, surpassing underwear completely. It would have to do.

The omega headed downstairs in search of his alpha. All he could focus on was how wet and hard he was. He was so excited for his alpha to touch him. He didn’t know why he’d left, but he logically knew that there must be a reason. As he stepped onto the shop floor, he spotted him immediately. He wasn’t alone.

“—not available. Now as I’ve said, many times, we are most definitely closed and you are welcome to return when we reopen next week. Then I’ll happily restore your book.”

“And I told you, I’m going on holiday and this restoration is for a gift, so please just—”

There was a man holding a book and trying to force Aziraphale to take it. His alpha was working instead of looking after him. The thought soured inside Crowley. He stood there, feeling achy and empty, and very betrayed, desperate for his alpha to mount him.

“Angel?” he called, his voice tight.

Aziraphale turned towards him, looking at him guiltily. “I’m so sorry, darling. This man was just leaving.”

“I am not. Please, you’re the only one who…”

But Crowley wasn’t listening.

The omega spread his legs, locked eyes with Aziraphale and then dropped his jeans right in the middle of the shop. His hard cock was hanging pink and pretty and his thighs were sticky and wet with the slick that poured from him. Crowley knew that he must make such a pretty picture, horny and in heat and putting on such a display. He licked his lips and then crooked his fingers at Aziraphale in invitation.

“Get the fuck out,” the alpha told the customer, past the points of pleasantries.

Aziraphale physically pushed the customer outside. The moment the door was shut, every lock in the bookshop clicked shut, the blinds and curtains closed throughout the entire building, and every single shop door sign on the street accidentally turned to closed.

Crowley stepped out of the jeans and walked to the nearest chair. One of those ugly beige wooden ones. Aziraphale had left it by a pile of unsorted books. The omega climbed into it, facing the wrong way and then lifted the jumper, exposing his hole to the alpha.

“Oh, darling,” the angel replied at the display. “Heat here early?” he asked.

“What the fuck do you think?” Crowley told him impatiently, wiggling his ass slightly.

“Gosh, the scent of you,” the alpha praised.

Fuck. He was right. He smelled like spiced vanilla and smoky, dark chocolate. It was them. Crowley realised that it was both of them. He wanted to wrap himself in that scent and never leave.

Aziraphale made a beeline to the demon and took the invitation, hands on his hips and then he palmed his ass. The omega whimpered and arched his back into it.

“Right here?” the alpha asked.

“Yes, please. Come on, touch me inside,” he begged and reached behind him, grabbing his right cheek and spreading his arse. “I can’t believe you left me all alone upstairs. I had to jerk off without you. That’s your job. It’s your responsibility to touch me. I’m your omega .”

Aziraphale groaned. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. That man was hammering on the front door. I had to come down. I hoped I would be back before you woke up.”

Crowley wasn’t interested in explanations. “I really don’t care. Just fucking touch me,” he demanded.

“Let’s just see what we’re dealing with first before I go knotting you in the middle of the shop.”

The angel gulped and slipped two fingers down to Crowley’s aching hole. Was he checking how wet he was? Because he was so wet for his alpha, and he was so ready to take his cock and be filled with his come. Aziraphale’s fingers probed and then he pressed two deep inside and Crowley collapsed forward, resting against the back of the chair. Aziraphale curled his fingers, pressing expertly and hitting that place inside him that made him see stars. He moaned and rocked back, trying to force Aziraphale’s fingers to do it again and again.

“Poor thing, you’re already a mess,” Aziraphale told him and Crowley nodded, eyes squeezed shut and hole trembling at the touch.

“Yes. I'm such a mess for you, alpha.”

The alpha gave Crowley what he needed. He hadn’t even had to beg or try to justify why he deserved this. Aziraphale just rewarded him with his touch. The thought had him burning so hot inside, hotter than he’d ever been. He knew those fingers inside him could fix all the problems in Crowley’s life.

Aziraphale gave in to Crowley’s silent request and fingered him right there in the bookshop. He pressed into his hole again and again, and Crowley raced towards completion. Pleasure was hot and fast and rolling through and he cried louder and louder.

“Oh, god. Please fuck me, alpha,” he wailed and it was clear that Aziraphale gathered every ounce of resistance inside of himself to not do just that.

Crowley heard the slick dripping from his hole, hitting the wooden chair a second before he even knew that he was coming. Then the orgasm hit him hard. His cock erupted and sprayed over the chair, spots of his come hitting the bookshelf and the carpet, while his slick soaked Aziraphale’s hand and was soaked up in the carpet. Aziraphale sloppily fucked him through his orgasm, still hammering against that part inside him until Crowley was sobbing. 

“I can’t—oh, shit—I can’t take anymore. S-s-stop,” he begged.

The alpha stopped immediately but didn't withdraw his fingers.

“You can. You know you can,” Aziraphale told him, sounding so sure of himself. Then he dropped to his knees.

Crowley cried out, suddenly spread open as Aziraphale buried his face in his arse. The omega could barely stay upright, his hole still throbbed under the attention. His cock was rock hard and the fire inside was burning him. Maybe Aziraphale was right?

“Good boy, one more I think,” the alpha encouraged him.

Crowley nodded. “Okay,” he agreed, then softly rocked his hips again.

Aziraphale fingered him slowly this time, fingers gentle but pressing exactly where he needed. He licked around his fingers too and Crowley desperately tried to open his legs wider. He came again, and this time Aziraphale had to grab him as he almost fell off the chair.

“Nest time,” Aziraphale said, making an executive decision.

Before Crowley could even reply, the alpha grabbed him and hoisted him over his shoulder. They disappeared from downstairs, Miracled directly into their nest, ready to spend his first real heat with his alpha.

One of many more to come.