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Black wings were spread wide on the air as certain shirtless demon was preening his feathers. The glasses were next to his shirt, carefully folded on the rock near the one he was sitting on. An innocent mind would say that he chose the place because the vegetation blocked him from unwanted oglers, or maybe because the water of the pool on his bare feet was pleasant. At it will be right, but let's mention too that Crowley chose it because of the carnivore plants that grew here and there around the clearing.

He couldn't clean his wings on his hotel room for many good reasons, or at least Crowley thought that they were reasons enough to not do it. One, the wings reached almost from one end of the room to the other and it was pain to take care of them when you had not enough space. Two, he couldn't get rid of the feathers because even if they were not attached to him anymore he couldn't burn them or make them vanish, and the hotel staff will probably ask why looks like he killed a dozen of ravens in his room. And three, Hastur was on the hotels too because there was no way to scape from the dammed resort. Crowley knew because he tried. Much. Now there was no place to go...on the other hand, he could always go down , but even if his superiors never talk about that thing that never happened every demon in hell knew and Crowley had no wishes to explain why that thing that never happened never happened.

The demon pulled the last old sheath off of a new alula feather and allowed it to drift to the water, the next second it was gone.

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"That depends on how good you are at it Corinthian." He waved his brows suggestively but nothing more. Crowley looked at the couch and for a moment he looked uncomfortable.

"The couch is too small, I left a bucket with water next to your bed." He wasn't really explaining what they had to do though. "Your sheets are already dirty, it will not mind if we ruined them bit more.

The Corinthian rose a brow behind his sunglasses, frowning, but otherwise didn't move. "Do I get to know what the hell I'm doing yet?"

"Help me to clean my feathers, what else?" The demon gave him a clueless look and then walked in the bedroom direction. "I can't clean the ones closer to the shoulder." Those were the most bloodied ones too, thanks to Hastur nearly ripping off his wing.

"You could have said that from the start...." Honestly, as if he was supposed to know what the demon was being so twitchy over.

....actually, why he seemed so uncomfortable over asking for such help was a good question. But he didn't push on it. After finishing off what was left of his bottle he stood, gesturing for the demon to get a move on while he followed after. If they were anything at all like raven wings, this would take no time at all.

He didn't even realize a small grimace crossed his face at the thought.

Crowley gave him a nother wary look at the sudden smile but the shades hide it. "I didn't wanted to ruin the surprise." He also gave a loning look to the forgotten beer, he could have a drink now, but wine was more his type of alcohol.

THere was a bucket of lukewarm water on the bed, Crowley sat on the bed and got the sponge wet before to give it to the other man. He turned back to face the wall, a bored expresion on his face as he stretched his wings to give Corinthian a better acces. It still hurt.

Some surprise, he thought idly. But he didn't say anything.

The blood from before had clotted by now, leaving dark red and black caked around the where the wings met his back. With a soft "tsk" he crawled up behind Crowley, grabbed the sponge, and carefully began clean away what he could, trying to be as gentle as he could with the small feathers surrounding the base.

I he would have needed to breath, Crowley probably would have gasped at the contact of the sponge. Corinthian was being careful but he needed to fight the impulse of moving his wings away at the memory of other hands touching him. It had to be done, he told himself; he had challenged Hastur and tried to fight back. he really really should know better.The demon frown, frustrated. He wasn’t used to caring about his human body and his petty injuries.

"How bad they look?" Come Crowley's voice while he was still looking at the wall nonchalantly.

"Not as bad as last time, at least." With the worst of the blood cleaned off from the skin he moved up, combing through the thick, matted feathers with a hand, unsticking what he could and removing what had been ripped loose in the fight. "You have got to stop getting your ass kicked. Or at least pick your fights more carefully."

Crowley turned his face to the side when, a golden eye visible even if he was wearing the sunglasses.

"Maybe if he stopped using me as a punching bag... I mean, I understand if he has his reasons but that obsession of him starts to creep me out. Can you believe that he didn't even buy me a drink first? Some guys, just..really. "

He felt Corinthian's hand moving trough his feathers and couldn't help but smile, not a grin, just an smile. it was strange. Their eyes met and for a moment the demon was overwhelmed with the force of it and looked away again.

A tiny smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth despite himself. "I know a few things about obsession. Some people just....get carried away." And the only real way to curb that sort of obsession was to just....

The Corinthian shook his head, shoving the thought into the furthest corner of his mind. A few more feathers were brushed free, falling to the bed in bloodied clumps, and the surrounding ones carefully cleaned off. He tapped at the demon's shoulder almost impatiently. "Pull it in so I can reach the rest."

Crowley could feel the question literally forming on his lips until he caught himself. Now he knew Corinthian enough to not to push him when it was not the moment, And with Corinthian on his back with his feathers on his hands it was oh-so-not-the- moment. An small voice on the back of his head told him that it was also because he didn't wanted to upset him, and Crowley was surprised because he thought that he killed that voice long time ago.

"Sometimes It's obsession at first sight.” He said in the end and followed his suggestions, moving.

A question had been almost expected, and he had to admit he was quite surprised when he didn't get one. And....strangely relieved as well. So, the nosy bastard was actually capable of learning after all. But he said nothing of it as he continued with the wing.

"I'd say there's a way to take the sight back, but at the risk of sounding redundant I won't." And with he was done. He cleaned the sponge off as best as he could, shifted, and began to repeat the process on Crowley's other wing. At this point it was almost automatic; he was no longer really focused on the task, unconsciously going through motions he had gone through so many times before. "....why, though?"

Crowley produced a bitter laugh and his shoulders trembled as he did so. The wing didn't felt itchy anymore, he couldn't believe how much of a relief it was. Demons were always more picky about their wings than angled, most likely because the wings were practically the only thing they had.

"Do dukes of hell really need reason to make others life miserable?" He sighed. Corinthian was going to ask again, if not this time it will be the next one Hastur catch him and rip him apart.

Long story short I...I killed another demon. Not the way Hastur wants to do with me, not his human body. He couldn't come back to Hell, I destroyed him completely."

Bright blue eyes looked sharply at the demon, very clearly startled. He....hadn't been expecting an actual answer. Another snarky comment, or even another passive-aggressive attempt to turn the question back on him.

It felt awkward. Personal. He moved again, suddenly turning all of his attention to the others wing, giving a soft, noncommittal noise in response before falling into silence.

He didn't speak up again until he had finished. "You're good."

Now that was the problem with questions, you can get answers. How was it....? Be careful what you wish for, lest it come true. Yeah, that was, Crowley thought. He didn't say anything else, and he wasn't sure if Corinthian's silence was a good or a bad thing.

"Thanks."He moved the wings away, closest to his body and remind silent. For the first time, Crowley was grateful to see Maddie when the cat come inside the room and jumped on the bed, meowing for some attention.

"Don't let them get mangled again, alright?" he asked, quickly falling back into his usual attitude, seeming slightly detached from the rest of the world. When the cat showed up, however, he grabbed her, a brief smile crossing his features as she wrestled with his hand.

"....where are you going to stay now?"

The only sign of Crowley reaction to that comment was that his wings relaxed, apart from that it was hard to tell if he have been heard the comment at all. But he did, and it was kind of strange. The only one who ever cared about something like that was Aziraphale, but it was on the angel nature to care about others.

"Here and there." he said vague and shrugged.

That was a good question that come with a big problem. While the Duke of hell was able to do it, Crowley couldn't feel Hastur's presence until it was painfully near. And by that he meant when Hastur was crushing him against a wall.

A gaze was set to the cat playing happily on the other's man lap. Now...cats. They could feel demonic powers no matter what kind they were. Maybe he shoudl get one, but if he does, he would need the cat to get used to him first so the stupid beast don't hiss and scratches just because he was near.

"Isn't there, I don't know, some sort of occult shit you can do to ward him off or something?" That was what....what had his name been? That blond British asshole, one of Morpheus' old acquaintances. He'd been in that sort of business, hadn't he? That whole family line.

Maddie was practically gnawing on his arm now, but he didn't pay her much mind. He kept his eyes on Crowley, expression mostly unreadable behind the sunglasses.

"....if you really need someplace...."

"Something that keep demons away will affect me too." Hew replied matter of fact. "Expect..well, her." Crowley moved a hand distractedly to Maddie's direction. The cat looked at the hand for a second and then continued what she was doing. "They sense us, so I will know when one is near the moment she start to hiss like a crazy cat."

Then he was surprised by the suggestion and give Corinthian a confused look. That had not been an easy offer, Corinthian liked his privacy. Crowley was vaguely aware, in some dark, small portion of his mind, that he shouldn’t enjoy the ex nightmares company quite so much as he did, but the question was still unexpected.

"I will keep keep stealing your food as much as I will keep insisting on you to eat."

This seemed to be news for him. He glanced down briefly at the cat, idly scratching her side as she curled up around his arm and playfully kicked at it. Well, that at least explained all the drama that had ensued those first few days of having her.

He didn't look up when he spoke again; in fact, it was almost as though he was pointedly avoiding looking at the demon at all. "I don't care."

There was a small pause. Then, a bit more casually, he continued. "Something tells me you've gone a dragged me into this more than I'd like to be, so I may as well keep you where I can keep an eye on you."

“Right,” said Crowley with a suitably outraged eye. “Well, maybe if you didn’t insisted on pushing me away from the beginning before things reached their breaching point I wouldn’t have been so bloody insistent...”

The demon trailed off, not really quite sure what else to say. A place to be would be helpful, a place to stay. Like his apartment-he barely used it, but it was his apartment- in London or Aziraphale's books store.

Crowley sighed in the most exasperated fashion he could manage.

“I’m fond of you too.”

"What the hell was I supposed to do?" he snapped, finally looking only to fix the demon with a dark look. "Finding myself fuck only knows where and having someone like you suddenly trying to drive me fucking insane--"

He cut himself off quickly, took a deep, shaky breath. This was sounding familiar. How many times have they argued about that now? The stress was wearing on already frayed nerves, but he suppressed it as best as he could.

That last comment caught him entirely by surprise.

"....excuse me?"

He was not entirely shocked when Corinthian suddenly looked as though he were about to do a scarily accurate impersonation of Michael in full smiting mode.

He was expecting an angry reply, but his words...they made him even more curious than he already was about what happened with the Corinthian to end sentenced to be human. he will need to ask about that..later.

"What, do you want it written in stone?"

He started to reply, but then seemed to think better of it, and merely turned his attention back to the cat that had been warily eying the two since their outbursts.

After a moment placed Maddie aside and stood, walking out of the room. "I'm getting some smokes. And more sheets. Do you want anything?"

The cat wasn't that happy of being left alone, she wanted more petting...In vengeance, she attacked and played with the rim of a wing, pawing a large feather. Crowley ignored her.

"No, I'm not even hungry." That was probably not a good thing.

OOC: ohhh kind of marching icons ♥.

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I forgot to ay that, in my mind, corinthian is who tops. That have any sense,

I don't think Cori would let Crowley take control even if he wanted to XD

That must be it XDDD Crolwey >> oi! icon love <3

Sorry Crowley, your boy has control issues >_> Heheh, thanks~

Rlly? I never noticed >( welcome~I will do some for you asap O:

I'm sure if he wanted he could like, tie Cori down or something. ffff only if you want to! <333

And once Cori gets free, he will cut his wings. :| no thanks XD he rather let him top

Crowley is a very smart man~

d-e-m-o-n ...but yeah >>

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....so I'm watching Point Break right now, and all I can think of is young!Crowley.

Oh my,....X3 cute~

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I need to disappear again, B-day Party time tonight :3

Have fun~!

I did..drunk!post on my lj XD

Hahah, I saw! XDD

STYX WANT ME TO GO TO SLEEP X( she's mean...no, she's a good friend >> I loled at your keywords

Bawwww Styx :( She does have a point though. XD ffff thanks, I had some fun with them~

yeah, she does. I will go to sleep..>> eventually. They're amusing, Crowley needs to interrupt him

Eventually is fine too XDD Heee, yes, yes he does~

^^' I'm a lost case. Heelll yeah. Should we end it here? it's becoming and epic rl XD

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