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The moon was a hair-thin sliver in the sky, leaving the stars to do most of the work lighting the north Texas prairie on a warm autumn’s night in late September. It wouldn’t be long now before the nights turned cool more often than warm and The Serpent, who’s whip-thin body lacked the padding to effectively keep itself warm, wasn’t looking forward to it. But it was warm for tonight and so he was happy to be slinking about.
Crowley, which was the name he called himself when he wasn’t using his snazzy moniker, tied his black stallion, Bentley, to a scraggly tree and pulled his bandana up to cover his face. Dressed in dark grays and blacks with just a hint of red around the bottom of his boots and woven into the band of his hat, he was nearly invisible as he crept out alone to the edge of the butte. Down on the grazing land below, a herd of cattle, roughly three hundred head, dotted the landscape.
Taking them all would be too noticeable, and too monumental a task besides, but Crowley and his partners could cut off a dozen and sneak them away in the night. They probably wouldn’t even be discovered missing for a few weeks at a minimum from this large a herd. Hastur and Ligur, who Crowley had left hidden in a copse of pines at the foot of the butte, only waited for his signal.
Unnoticed by the Serpent, Sheriff Fell dismounted his white mare, Crepe, and tied her beside the thief’s own stallion. Bentley nuzzled Aziraphale’s pocket in search of sugar cubes, which he found and stole, but luckily didn’t make a noise as Aziraphale unsaddled both him and Crepe. Crowley wouldn’t be making a quick getaway tonight.
It had been all too easy to trail the thief unseen on the darkest night of the month, and now, when Crowley was otherwise occupied, was Aziraphale’s chance to strike.
Crowley looked beyond the herd to the spot where he knew Gabriel Archer’s ranch house sat beside the pool-of-starlight pond. All the lights were out; they were in the clear.
“Gorgeous night for cattle thieving, is it?” a familiar voice greeted.
Crowley grimaced at his own carelessness. Having already been recognized; Sheriff Fell would recognize him anywhere; he tugged down his handkerchief as he turned to face him. Not thinking of being followed, Crowley had ventured out onto a narrow point of the butte. Aziraphale, dressed in pale cream save for his pure white hat, was blocking him in unless he fancied sliding a hundred feet down the side.
“Thieving?” Crowley said, stuffing his thumbs into his pockets and putting up his trademark smirk. “Nah, I’ve learned my lesson from the last time.”
Aziraphale chuckled. “Have you now? Just enjoying the view then?”
“Yup. Stars are always brightest for the new moon,” Crowley said, pointing up.
Aziraphale followed his finger and smiled. “They are quite beautiful. I wonder, are Hastur and Ligur just enjoying the stars too?”
Well shit, Crowley thought.
He shrugged. “Doubt it. They’re probably asleep in bed, lazy bastards.”
Aziraphale rolled his eyes. “Come now, my deputies are dragging the two of them back to the jail as we speak. Do you really think they won’t rat you out?”
“Well…” Crowley pulled off his black hat and fiddled with the brim. This was a risky game they played, especially for Aziraphale who actually had an honorable reputation to lose, but the sheriff had come up here alone which could only mean his intentions were less than pure. “Perhaps there’s some way I could slip the cuffs this time?” He suggested.
“Perhaps there is,” Aziraphale agreed.
Crowley smirked as he sauntered closer, just near enough to toy with Aziraphale’s belt buckle and tug on the fringe on his chaps.
“Tease,” Aziraphale scolded. He plucked Crowley’s hat from his hand and swatted the would-be cattle thief in the hip. “Get to work or I may grow bored of you.”
“You’d never,” Crowley purred, but he drew in and wrapped his nimble fingers around Aziraphale’s belt. He ran his thumb over the intricate design of a silver feather buckle and then slipped behind it to tease it loose.
Aziraphale was already hard, he had been from the moment Crowley first smirked at him, but now that he could feel Crowley’s fingers undoing the fastenings of his chaps and his pants, he was barely containing an embarrassing collection of noises.
“S’alrighh Angel, you can sing for me if you like,” Crowley teased, glancing up through his eyelashes in the same moment he snaked his fingers down through the layers of fabric covering Aziraphale’s crotch and stroked the base of his cock.
“Fiend!” Aziraphale gasped, grabbing Crowley’s waist for support. He dropped the thief’s hat in the dirt behind him and used both hands to push him down to his knees.
Crowley chuckled, yielding readily to Aziraphale’s urging, and kissed his cock through the fabric of his underpants.
“You’re an absolute menace,” Aziraphale scolded, taking hold of Crowley by the hair and pulling him closer.
Crowley kissed harder, opening his mouth to suck gently at the cloth while he tugged Aziraphale’s clothes down to mid-thigh. Aziraphale groaned when Crowley’s mouth was suddenly on his cock with no barrier between them. He tightened his grip on Crowley’s hair, tugging him closer.
“That’s my angel,” Crowley murmured against Aziraphale’s delicate skin. He placed a firm kiss on the root of Aziraphale’s cock, where a bush of white curls ticked his nose, then a series of lighter kisses along its length. When he reached the tip, he licked the slit, tasting a salty drop of pre-cum.
“Crowley…”
“I’ve got you,” Crowley purred. He kissed Aziraphale’s slit with soft lips, then slowly took just the head into his mouth. He looked up, taking in the rapture on Aziraphale’s face as his clever tongue worked the slit and the foreskin.
“Crowley,” Aziraphale breathed out. He slipped his hands around the back of Crowley’s head and gently urged the other man to take him deeper.
Crowley hummed and let Aziraphale guide him until his nose was pressed into his plump belly and the tip of Aziraphale’s short but fat cock was pressing back into his throat. He glanced up again and winked.
“Oh, you fiend,” Aziraphale said, trying to sound scolding but ending with a tremor as Crowley’s tongue worked the underside of his cock just right.
Aziraphale gripped Crowley’s hair firmly and started to thrust gently, using Crowley’s mouth for his pleasure. Crowley groaned, forming a rumble deep in his throat that traveled through Aziraphale’s cock and made the sheriff moan and shudder.
Crowley’s eyes were pale honey in the starlight, glittering up at him eagerly. His thin lips were soft and pliant: a vision s as Aziraphales cock slid through them faster and faster, his pleasure building towards climax. It was the most wicked trick, Aziraphale reflected, that a villain such as Crowley could be so good to him.
A drop of spittle slipped from the corner of Crowley's mouth; Aziraphale scooped it up with his thumb and placed it on his own tongue. It carried just a hint of salt, but Aziraphale couldn’t say if it was the flavor of his own pre-cum in Crowley’s mouth or the sweat from his face.
“I’m going to come,” Aziraphale moaned softly. Crowley blinked placidly in response and hummed his encouragement. Aziraphale moaned, the sound coming out as something between Crowley’s name and a blasphemy, and let himself crash over his highest peak.
Crowley groaned at the harsh tug of Aziraphale’s fingers in his hair. A moment later, Aziraphale’s cum spilled down his throat. He swallowed it down, sucking hard on the sheriff’s cock to encourage him through and then gentling to ease him back down.
Aziraphale’s hands loosened in Crowley’s hair, but were reluctant to release him completely. Crowley backed off of Aziraphale’s cock then leaned back in to kiss and nuzzle the plumpest part of his belly.
“Crowley,” Aziraphale murmured, stroking his red hair. He sank to his knees before the thief and drew him up to nuzzle against his neck.
“Missed you. S’been awhile,” Crowley mumbled into Aziraphale’s shoulder.
“You should steal more often then.”
“Have been. You should get better at catching me.”
“Hmm.”
Aziraphale slid his hand down Crowley’s thin belly and over the bulge in his denims. Crowley whimpered and nipped at Aziraphale’s neck.
“Clothes off, Aziraphale ordered. “I’ve got blankets and oil in my saddle bags.”
“Course you do,” Crowley chuckled breathlessly.
They both stripped, throwing boots and clothing to the side before laying together on the thick woolen blanket that Aziraphale spread out to cushion the rough ground.
Crowley climbed between Aziraphale’s legs and braced his hands on either side of the sheriff's shoulders. Aziraphale murmured his name and reached up to cup his cheek. Crowley whined in response and ducked his head to kiss Aziraphale’s collar bones while he lowered his hips to rub his cock against the sheriff’s groin.
“That’s it,” Aziraphale encouraged. He grabbed Crowley’s tight ass and squeezed, making the thief whine anew.
Crowley took the bottle of oil Aziraphale held out for him and shakily spread it over his fingers, spilling quite a bit of it over Aziraphale’s rounded belly. With slick fingers, he reached between the sheriff and himself and pressed against Aziraphale’s entrance.
Aziraphale groaned and spread his legs wider in an invitation that Crowley readily accepted. The thief slipped in one finger and then two, working Aziraphale open as tenderly as his own aching cock would allow.
When Aziraphale stretched easily over his fingers, Crowley shifted back and repositioned himself to press the tip of his cock against the sheriff’s entrance. Aziraphale hooked his feet around the backs of Crowley’s thighs, nudging him inward.
The thief and the sheriff groaned in unison as Crowley slid inside. Aziraphale tugged Crowley’s head down and kissed his forehead. Crowley tugged away only to dive back in, kissing and sucking along Aziraphale’s neck and collarbones in a desperation that grew to match the speed of his thrusts.
“Yes, yes, Crowley,” Aziraphale panted. He clawed at Crowley’s back, digging in with enough force to raise the skin and make the thief hiss. Crowley nipped him hard in return, leaving what was sure to become a bruise on his neck. Aziraphale would have to be sure to wrap his bandana tight enough to cover it. But that was a problem for later. For now, he held Crowley against him, encouraging him on with his body and his words.
Crowley danced on the edge of euphoria, brushing up against it and pulling back, slowing, drawing this night out for as long as his body could stand it.
“It’s alright,” Aziraphale soothed when Crowley’s groans tended more towards desperate frustration than pleasure. He guided Crowley’s forehead to his lips and held him there as he whispered: “I’m right here, whenever you’re ready.”
At last, Crowley let go. He let the river of ecstacy wash him wildly away, not even trying to find the surface. He could stay here forever, tumbling in the rapids. Even when it settled, the frenzied sensations fading away to stillness, Crowley let himself drift.
It was Aziraphale that drew him slowly out of it, murmuring soft praises between kisses. Crowley sagged slowly against him, laying his head tiredly on his soft chest, and sighed.
“Come up, my dear,” Aziraphale encouraged softly, lifting Crowley by the chin to guide him.
Crowley whined tiredly but obeyed, letting Aziraphale settle him more comfortably against his side with his head on his shoulder: a place where Aziraphale could easily reach to paint him with kisses.
“I love you.” Crowley’s whimper was muffled against Aziraphale’s shoulder. “God forgive me, but I love you.”
Aziraphale kissed him one last time in reassurance and then drew up the edges of the blanket to cover their naked bodies.
“You were right, the stars really are beautiful tonight,” Aziraphale murmured.
“Hmm?” Crowley followed Aziraphale’s eyes upward. “Yeah.”
Aziraphale looked to Crowley again, appreciating the way the points of light reflected in his eyes. That was a more beautiful place for them than the sky. He kissed Crowley’s cheek as the thief wriggled around to stare upward, his head still propped up on Aziraphale’s shoulder.
“How long can you stay?” Crowley asked.
“As long as I like. I told them I’d look for you around the north side.”
Crowley smirked. “Bastard.”
“Charming fiend.”
“Only for you,” Crowley vowed.