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jamjar"Well, sometimes two demons, ones that have spent a bit too much together, sometimes they get certain- urges. It's not something we really talk about. As long as they do it in private, where no-one can see and clean up all the pieces after, it's their own business." Crowley took a large gulp of quite ridiculously strong gin that he had summoned without thinking, in a desperate attempt by his subconscious to preserve his mind. "Of course, they never do," he added. "Blessed exhibitionists, lurking in corners where any unsuspecting demon and trip over them." He shuddered at the memory. "Some things are just wrong."
"Yeah, but you're a demon, you're meant to be wrong," Adam said. "S'right for a demon, being wrong. I 'spect you can't help it."
Which sounded like he'd been talking to Aziraphale. Crowley shot him a suspicious look. "Yes," he said eventually, "but the way they do it, it's really, really wrong."
"Wronger than that?" Adam pointed at the TV screen where rather busty virgin was being tied to a suspiciously tentacle-ish tree.
"Yes," Crowley said very firmly. A memory flashed through his mind. "Definitely."
"Huh," Adam said, looking thoughtful.
There was a moment of silence while they both looked at the screen. "Do I need to talk about safe sex?" Crowley said while the actors on screen did obscene things with bad special effects. "Because you know, the safest sex is possessio--"
"So what about you and him" Adam interrupted. His head was tilted on one side and his expression made him look a little like his father (the other one) and a lot like his ultimate creator. And there were a lot of ways Crowley could have answered, starting with "Him, who?", but something about that expression made him rethink it.
"That's... That's different," he said.
Which was no answer at all, but was the truth.
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"Yeah, but you're a demon, you're meant to be wrong," Adam said. "S'right for a demon, being wrong. I 'spect you can't help it."
Which sounded like he'd been talking to Aziraphale. Crowley shot him a suspicious look. "Yes," he said eventually, "but the way they do it, it's really, really wrong."
"Wronger than that?" Adam pointed at the TV screen where rather busty virgin was being tied to a suspiciously tentacle-ish tree.
"Yes," Crowley said very firmly. A memory flashed through his mind. "Definitely."
"Huh," Adam said, looking thoughtful.
There was a moment of silence while they both looked at the screen. "Do I need to talk about safe sex?" Crowley said while the actors on screen did obscene things with bad special effects. "Because you know, the safest sex is possessio--"
"So what about you and him" Adam interrupted. His head was tilted on one side and his expression made him look a little like his father (the other one) and a lot like his ultimate creator. And there were a lot of ways Crowley could have answered, starting with "Him, who?", but something about that expression made him rethink it.
"That's... That's different," he said.
Which was no answer at all, but was the truth.
end.
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Date: 2004-03-14 04:46 pm (UTC)And I love you, and not just for your gothic pixie rough sex. though it is mostly that, of course.
It prompted me to go back and read your stuff at dragonpunk- hey, whatever happened to Faust and Sorin? I miss the grouchy, short, newby vampire dom.