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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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"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.

"Oh, my guard is never up. One of my biggest flaws, I'm afraid," Fin said, stepping closer. "For all the lovely people I call lovers, I still occasionally invite the worst into my life... And into my bed."

"Like a little thrill, do you?" Crowley smirked.

"Doesn't everyone?" Fin asked, reaching for the other man's glasses and gently removing them, allowing him another look at those unusual eyes.

"Be careful with those," he said, amber eyes and slotted pupils studying Fin's face without the usual shadow the glasses gave.

Fin set them down carefully on the bar, then returned his attention to Crowley's face.

"Of course," he promised, reaching out to touch the other man's jaw. "Have you spent time with fae before?" he asked curiously.

"Not really, no. The fae are rather rare in thee world anymore, and we don't generally socialize," he admitted.

"Lucky me then," Fin said, his fingers moving to play with the hem of Crowley's shirt.

"Lucky you," he agreed. Amber eyes darted around, studying the fae quite closely. The angles of his face that were just a touch too sharp, the light in his eyes that was quite hypnotic. He could see how men of all stripes, good and bad, would fall for Fin.

Unaware of what Crowley was thinking, Fin simply acted on impulse, leaning in and pressing a light kiss to the demon's lips.

Crowley's forked tongue licked at Fin's lips, tasting the dramatic difference between a fae and, oh, say, an angel.

Fin gasped in surprise, but didn't pull away. It was a strange feeling, but he wasn't against it.

"Oh," he said softly, before moving his lips to the demon's jaw.

Crowley tilted his head back just so. It was rather nice. Like little fishes nibbling his toes, but much warmer and more tender. His mind wandered to a place where he wondered how mankind had ever come up with such a thing as kisses and why touch was so very pleasant...then Fin got to the curve of his jawbone and he gasped softly.

Fin grinned at the sound, and then nipped gently at the tender skin.

"Is that the sweet spot?" he purred.

"Mmm," he murmured affirmatively. He still held his scotch and thought he'd be best if he put it down, but in truth he was just a bit paralyzed.

Fin was desperately curious to see if there really was nothing down there, and he pressed a bit closer, his own arousal pressing against the other man's hip.

"Oh! Hello," the demon said in surprise. It really wasn't the first time he'd been presented with such an opportunity. He'd been around quite a long time, after all. But no one had ever been quite so...this.

"I think I should put my drink down," he said quietly.