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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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"But I'm fine, because I'm fae?" Fin asked curiously, growing a bit bolder and slowly straddling the other man. "I'm certainly not worried about sin... Would he though? Fall, I mean. Would your friend fall if something happened?"

"I doubt it," he replied. "I've given it some thought. But all the arguements I can think of, he will easily counter. It's what he does."

He ran both palms up and down Fin's chest, then down along his thighs.

"Wile and thwart. It's what we do."

The fae leaned over him slightly, tilting his head and whispering into the other's ear.

"Well, you can lead me into temptation all you like. I'm already a sinner."

But half the fun was corrupting someone good. Oh, well, sort of. Quantity over quality meant he roped in plenty of active sinners anyway.

Crowley caught hold of Fin's face, hand cradling his jaw.

"I do have a weak spot for sinners. My kind of people."

Fin leaned into the touch, sighing softly and closing his eyes for just a moment. Turning his head slightly he parted his lips and caught Crowley's fingers between them.

Well, now. That was certainly new. Crowley watched him, the look on his face, the sweet innocence that seemed to be there with his eyes closed coupled with the pornographic way he moved his lips. It was definitely...arousing? Was that what he felt? He honestly wasn't sure.

Fin moaned softly, then drew back slightly, letting the other man's fingers slip from his lips.

Crowley found he couldn't move his hand. He couldn't put his arm down, though he didn't try very hard.

"That was remarkable," he said, his heart beating a little faster. "You have a very wicked mouth."

"It really wasn't," Fin laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the tips of the other man's fingers.

Given how he was feeling, he could only imagine the ways Aziraphale would fall apart if he did it to him. He filed that away.

"Don't contradict me," he said.

"Or what?" Fin asked, teasing with a wicked grin. "You'll hiss at me?"

"I might," he replied...then did just that. His forked tounge flicked out and he called up the most Evil his he could.

Fin jumped, then laughed softly.

"Wow, intense," he laughed.

"Just imagine if I showed you my true face," he chuckled. "You'd wet yourself. So I'm not going to do it with you sitting on me."

"I like being scared," Fin admitted with a laugh. "...Well, the right kind of scared," he amended, reaching to touch the demon's hair.

"This isn't what you look like then?"

"Well...no, but yes. This has been my body for six thousand years, but I used to be a snake," he said. "With a lot of teeth."

"Really?" Fin asked curiously. "...Can I see?" he added, forgetting about sex for a moment.

"Are you sure? It really is horrific and I'm not certain you won't pee on me," he asked.

"I'm not going to pee," Fin promised with an awkward laugh.

"You remember you said that."

And in an instant Crowley showed him the face of a demon. Hundreds of sharp fangs dripping with venom filled a broad mouth. His eyes were wide as saucers and wholly amber, the slits even narrower than they had been. Black scales covered his viper head and his nose was only two small holes. He opened his mouth wide, hissing as he did.

And as quickly as his face had appeared, it returned to his much more comfortable human-like form.

It was a shock, certainly- But it was also sort of beautiful in a horrific way.

"And that's you. Real you, I mean?" the fae asked, settling in closer again.

"I was beautiful once," Crowley told him. "But that's what's left after falling into a burning lake of fire. Bad for your skin, that."

"Still beautiful," Fin assured him. "Perhaps in a less classical sense, but- Still beautiful."

"Flattered. You're a natural, appealing to my Vanity. If you ever find yourself out of a job I could use a man like you," the demon smirked.

"I don't flatter," Fin assured him. "I say what I feel."

He shifted closer again, feeling more comfortable now. "Tell me more about your friend, the one who wont sin for you," he pressed, curious to learn more about these new beings.