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Crowley had been busy. He'd had a rather dastardly idea and with a bit of proper nudging of 'influencers' (whatever those were) and a quick trip to Reddit, he had a new viral sensation. It was sort of like the ice bucket challenge, except it didn't benefit any charities and instead involved putting hot sauce up the nose. It worried parents, caused a bit of harmless mayhem, and most of all...it tarnished the souls of all those who laughed at idiots' misfortunes.

Sure, it wasn't tempting a priest, but it was a laugh.

He sat in the autumn sun outside an interesting little tea shop. He had a steaming cup of a lapsang suchong blend that made the air smell like a campfire. A subtle scent under the cigarette smoke. Crowley was watching his mobile and chuckling along as another bloody idiot put hot sauce on a cotton tip and stuffed it up his nose and began to wail.

"People will do anything to be famous," he said to himself.

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"You're not missing much. Jazz was better when they all did heroin," he remarked before taking a sip.

"Most things are better on heroin," Fin said absently, sipping his own wine and shrugging one shoulder.

"So if you're what you say you are- you must be really old, yeah?"

"Yes. Yes, I am," he replied. "I was around before creation. Took part in building some of it. Before there was time..."

Fin studied him, tilting his head slightly. "Before there was time? That seems impossible."

"Haven't you heard? Through God, all things are possible," he snorted derisively before drinking deep.

"I don't really believe in god," Fin said honestly. "I mean, um, no offense or anything."

"No offence taken, dear boy. As the years have unfurled, more and more people don't believe. It makes me wary. He's been known to drown the whole lot of you. Even the kids," Crowley noted.

"Seems like a shitty thing for a god to do," Fin noted, sipping his drink and then growing bold and moving closer to the other man. "Not really interested in bible study though."

"No, I don't imagine you are," Crowley replied. He looked the little fae up and down, then took another sip. "What piques your interest the most?"

"Right now? Mostly you," Fin replied, inching closer still. "What about you? Does anything pique your interest?"

"Aww-welll, not much, I'm afraid," he replied. "Maybe something stronger than wine. That would be a good start."

"Oh," Fin said, taking a step back. "Um, well, I can get you some scotch, if you like," he offered.

"Sorry, I just assumed you might be interested in something else."

Fin wasn't used to rejection, and he looked a bit confused before turning away and going to fetch a different bottle.

"Something else like what?" Crowley asked innocently, though he knew exactly. He just wanted to see Fin explain.

Fin wasn't the shy sort though, and he shrugged one shoulder as he set the bottle down.

"Sex. That's what most people want from me."

"I'm afraid I'm lacking a bit in that arena. Nothing to see downstairs, as it were."

Oh, he could make the Effort if he tried, he had just never seen a reason to try.

Fin looked startled, brows raising. "Oh. Right. ...I guess I just assumed we had the same anatomy since we both look the same. Sorry, I suppose that was sort of shit of me," he admitted.

"No, no. Quite alright," Crowley chuckled. "He saw no need to give us sexes. You know, way back then. If He needed more He just made more. Felt a bit bit bad for the first lot that had to have babies and such here on Earth. Nasty business. Pain and all. Though I do understand much of the getting pregnant is rather lovely."

"Yeah, I mean, I'm a fan," Fin shrugged. "Though I don't engage with people I could actually get pregnant very often. ...Just once, actually."

"I'd think it would be better that way. Stick to just the pleasure parts," he nodded, then took the new bottle from Fin, grabbed a fresh glass, and poured himself more than half. "What do you like about it so much? If I might ask."

"It just feels good. Feels nice to be touched, to be desired- To be connected to another being for a moment- To not feel so alone and lost in the universe," the fae said, sipping his wine still.

Crowley nodded in understanding.

"It's always nice to not feel alone," he said, sauntering closer to Fin since he'd moved back. "I can't imagine you're ever alone. Lonely, perhaps. But gravity like yours? Humans orbit that."

Fin shrugged, glancing away.

"I guess. I dunno, I'm sort of a mess. It's a miracle anyone bothers with me, honestly. ...I'm thankful they do though. I don't do well on my own."

"I'm not sure anyone does. Not in all the time I've been here." He paused. "There's been the odd hermit here and there, but they were grouchy and unpleasant, anyway."

He eased in just a bit closer.

"But you. You're not unpleasant at all."

Fin wasn't sure what to make of that, given what the other man had just told him, but he wasn't objecting.

"I try not to be. I suppose being a demon you aim for just the opposite usually. Should I be worried?" he asked, his voice a low purr.

"Well...I'm not going to bargain for your soul, so you needn't worry about that. But. Hmm. Might be best to be on your guard," he replied as he rested his hand on Fin's chest.