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Title: And Then There Was Sex
Author: SsssSSSssSSSss
Fandom: That One
People: bigbadakutsu/sauntered
Notes: How many will it take?
Warnings: Food and sex in the same place, as it were. Be forewarned. Dan is not allowed to read this.
The sun was bright and cheerful and all those sorts of summer-type things that made Crowley glad he'd gotten out of Hell. It wasn't that he liked the weather or increase in chirping birds so much as he was relieved that no one was jabbing him with pitchforks or asking him to speak to loquacious Sisters. Plus, he couldn't say he missed the yahtzee tournaments particularly.
He knocked on the door, steadying his sunglasses with one hand and trying to keep the pink box steady with his other. No one answered; he ran a second time, a third time - and was about to ring a fourth time when bushy light hair, big eyes and a frown greeted him.
"Hi."
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
Crowley smiled at Akutsu and pushed past him, walking inside the small house. Akutsu slammed the door behind them and Crowley could still feel his anger. He smirked, pushing his sunglasses up a little higher. He turned, facing the scowling form.
"I brought you a cake," he said plainly.
"What the fuck do I need with a fucking cake?" asked Akutsu.
Crowley walked towards the kitchen, looking for knives. He opened random drawers till he found what he was looking for. Waving it at Akutsu, he took a quiet sort of pleasure from the vague flinch Akutsu made, backing away two steps. "Cakes are delicious," he said simply.
"I don't want a fucking cake," growled Akutsu, advancing, his hand at the edge of the table. "I want you to get the fuck out of my fucking house."
Crowley ignored him, undoing the ribbong around the three cakes. He laid them out, side by side, cutting through each one in equal parts. "Got any plates?" he asked as an afterthought.
"The fuck do you want with plates?" asked Akutsu, his fingers tightened into fists around the table's edge.
"Lotta help you are," muttered Crowley, taking the knife with him into the kitchen as he rummaged around for plates.
"Get out of my fucking kitchen!" said Akutsu, more adamantly this time.
"In a second," said Crowley, waving him silent with the knife.
"I said -"
"Here they are," said Crowley, rising. He walked back to the table, setting aside a slice on his newly-found plates. He handed it to Akutsu, who looked at it as if he didn't understand what was going on (which, in fact, he did not).
He looked at Crowley.
He looked at the cake.
He looked at Crowley a second time.
He grinned.
Crowley swore loudly and often as he wiped the cake and chocolate frosting from his eyes. His sunglasses were ruined; he set them on the table, yellow irises flashing dangerously. "That wassssssn't necessssary, Akutsssssu..."
"Maybe now you'll go the fuck away," spat Akutsu.
Crowley smiled dangerously, exposing his teeth. Maybe it was a trick of the light, or maybe Akutsu was hallucinating, but it almost seemed as if Crowley's teeth got longer and a bit sharper.
Akutsu glared. He wasn't afraid.
Crowley calmly reached for the knife, cutting another slice. He picked up a second plate, offered it to Akutsu.
...and winced when a second piece was slammed into his face.
"You know," he said calmly, gathering bits of cake and frosting and rose things, "what you're doing is rude."
"I fucking care," said Akutsu, enjoying the cruel streak he usually tried to keep at least a little bit under wraps around Dan. But this was Crowley; he could take it. In fact, as Akutsu thought about it a little more, Crowley could probably take a lot of things. Only...
Akutsu stopped his thought process before it could go any further.
Crowley sidled closer. His face held marks of the cake incident of before and Akutsu's eyes darkened, thoughts a little bit more awkward in his head than usual. Crowley's hand was on his wrist, fingers teasing the veins. Akutsu bared his teeth and lunged, cramming Crowley between himself and the wall behind.
"GET. THE. FUCK. OUT."
"Akutsssssu," hissed Crowley. Akutsu was about to swear again when a searing, hell-hot type of warmth flodded his body.
...Crowley was kissing him. He was kissing and biting a little bit and his hands were doing things that...things that Akutsu wanted to stop but which felt surprisingly good. He didn't protest (much), though he bit down as hard as was possible into Crowley's lips. Crowley moaned and Akutsu bit harder, maybe-slightly-possibly aroused in spite of himself.
Even though Dan would fucking kill him if he could see what the fuck he was doing.
Crowley let up for a second and Akutsu pushed, watching the demon struggled to right himself, laughing; his chuckle interrupted as Crowley lunged, knocking him down to the floor. Crowley's hands were faster than Akutsu anticipated, holding him steady in one movement as his other one slowly but effectively undid the zipper of his pants.
"You look ssssssplendid," hissed Crowley with a wicked grin as he leaned down.
Akutsu could not remember the next part for the life of him, but somehow, some way, they were in his bed, his hands bound tightly to the bed frame, holding him down, Crowley's body warm and writhing against his. Crowley's hands were soft and fluid, touching here, stroking there, wrapping hotly around Akutsu and stroking. Akutsu growled, spitting insults and hatred against Crowley's lips, annoyed when Crowley continued kissing and stroking, yet somehow silently enjoying the attention paid to his body. Crowley was forceful in a way that was surprisingly understated - a way that was raw and bare but just enough to make anyone aroused. He pushed up into the waiting hand, eyes widening briefly as he felt Crowley behind him, pressing, rubbing skin against skin.
When he came, he leaned back, searching for warm lips, half-surprised when Crowley willingly provided them, moaning into his mouth at the faint taste of acid and pain. Akutsu's body shook with his release, not giving a shit as he came all over Crowley's hand. Streams of wet spilled down his back, between his legs, Crowley biting down only teasingly into his neck.
He waited, watching Crowley, telling him to get the fuck out before he hit him.
Crowley merely smiled, taking his time to dress. When he was done, he looked down at Akutsu, running thin, snakelike fingers down his exposed chest and stomach.
"Akutssssssu," he said, and the world went dark. When Akutsu awoke, it was to sore limbs and a slice of cake on his nightstand. He stood, running one quick hand through his hair.
"Fucking weird bastard."
Author: SsssSSSssSSSss
Fandom: That One
People: bigbadakutsu/sauntered
Notes: How many will it take?
Warnings: Food and sex in the same place, as it were. Be forewarned. Dan is not allowed to read this.
The sun was bright and cheerful and all those sorts of summer-type things that made Crowley glad he'd gotten out of Hell. It wasn't that he liked the weather or increase in chirping birds so much as he was relieved that no one was jabbing him with pitchforks or asking him to speak to loquacious Sisters. Plus, he couldn't say he missed the yahtzee tournaments particularly.
He knocked on the door, steadying his sunglasses with one hand and trying to keep the pink box steady with his other. No one answered; he ran a second time, a third time - and was about to ring a fourth time when bushy light hair, big eyes and a frown greeted him.
"Hi."
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
Crowley smiled at Akutsu and pushed past him, walking inside the small house. Akutsu slammed the door behind them and Crowley could still feel his anger. He smirked, pushing his sunglasses up a little higher. He turned, facing the scowling form.
"I brought you a cake," he said plainly.
"What the fuck do I need with a fucking cake?" asked Akutsu.
Crowley walked towards the kitchen, looking for knives. He opened random drawers till he found what he was looking for. Waving it at Akutsu, he took a quiet sort of pleasure from the vague flinch Akutsu made, backing away two steps. "Cakes are delicious," he said simply.
"I don't want a fucking cake," growled Akutsu, advancing, his hand at the edge of the table. "I want you to get the fuck out of my fucking house."
Crowley ignored him, undoing the ribbong around the three cakes. He laid them out, side by side, cutting through each one in equal parts. "Got any plates?" he asked as an afterthought.
"The fuck do you want with plates?" asked Akutsu, his fingers tightened into fists around the table's edge.
"Lotta help you are," muttered Crowley, taking the knife with him into the kitchen as he rummaged around for plates.
"Get out of my fucking kitchen!" said Akutsu, more adamantly this time.
"In a second," said Crowley, waving him silent with the knife.
"I said -"
"Here they are," said Crowley, rising. He walked back to the table, setting aside a slice on his newly-found plates. He handed it to Akutsu, who looked at it as if he didn't understand what was going on (which, in fact, he did not).
He looked at Crowley.
He looked at the cake.
He looked at Crowley a second time.
He grinned.
Crowley swore loudly and often as he wiped the cake and chocolate frosting from his eyes. His sunglasses were ruined; he set them on the table, yellow irises flashing dangerously. "That wassssssn't necessssary, Akutsssssu..."
"Maybe now you'll go the fuck away," spat Akutsu.
Crowley smiled dangerously, exposing his teeth. Maybe it was a trick of the light, or maybe Akutsu was hallucinating, but it almost seemed as if Crowley's teeth got longer and a bit sharper.
Akutsu glared. He wasn't afraid.
Crowley calmly reached for the knife, cutting another slice. He picked up a second plate, offered it to Akutsu.
...and winced when a second piece was slammed into his face.
"You know," he said calmly, gathering bits of cake and frosting and rose things, "what you're doing is rude."
"I fucking care," said Akutsu, enjoying the cruel streak he usually tried to keep at least a little bit under wraps around Dan. But this was Crowley; he could take it. In fact, as Akutsu thought about it a little more, Crowley could probably take a lot of things. Only...
Akutsu stopped his thought process before it could go any further.
Crowley sidled closer. His face held marks of the cake incident of before and Akutsu's eyes darkened, thoughts a little bit more awkward in his head than usual. Crowley's hand was on his wrist, fingers teasing the veins. Akutsu bared his teeth and lunged, cramming Crowley between himself and the wall behind.
"GET. THE. FUCK. OUT."
"Akutsssssu," hissed Crowley. Akutsu was about to swear again when a searing, hell-hot type of warmth flodded his body.
...Crowley was kissing him. He was kissing and biting a little bit and his hands were doing things that...things that Akutsu wanted to stop but which felt surprisingly good. He didn't protest (much), though he bit down as hard as was possible into Crowley's lips. Crowley moaned and Akutsu bit harder, maybe-slightly-possibly aroused in spite of himself.
Even though Dan would fucking kill him if he could see what the fuck he was doing.
Crowley let up for a second and Akutsu pushed, watching the demon struggled to right himself, laughing; his chuckle interrupted as Crowley lunged, knocking him down to the floor. Crowley's hands were faster than Akutsu anticipated, holding him steady in one movement as his other one slowly but effectively undid the zipper of his pants.
"You look ssssssplendid," hissed Crowley with a wicked grin as he leaned down.
Akutsu could not remember the next part for the life of him, but somehow, some way, they were in his bed, his hands bound tightly to the bed frame, holding him down, Crowley's body warm and writhing against his. Crowley's hands were soft and fluid, touching here, stroking there, wrapping hotly around Akutsu and stroking. Akutsu growled, spitting insults and hatred against Crowley's lips, annoyed when Crowley continued kissing and stroking, yet somehow silently enjoying the attention paid to his body. Crowley was forceful in a way that was surprisingly understated - a way that was raw and bare but just enough to make anyone aroused. He pushed up into the waiting hand, eyes widening briefly as he felt Crowley behind him, pressing, rubbing skin against skin.
When he came, he leaned back, searching for warm lips, half-surprised when Crowley willingly provided them, moaning into his mouth at the faint taste of acid and pain. Akutsu's body shook with his release, not giving a shit as he came all over Crowley's hand. Streams of wet spilled down his back, between his legs, Crowley biting down only teasingly into his neck.
He waited, watching Crowley, telling him to get the fuck out before he hit him.
Crowley merely smiled, taking his time to dress. When he was done, he looked down at Akutsu, running thin, snakelike fingers down his exposed chest and stomach.
"Akutssssssu," he said, and the world went dark. When Akutsu awoke, it was to sore limbs and a slice of cake on his nightstand. He stood, running one quick hand through his hair.
"Fucking weird bastard."