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But the fangs stay on!
“Really Crowley? This is the costume you chose for me?”
“What’s wrong with it, love?”
“What’s wrong with it? You really need to ask me that?”
“Yeah, ‘cause, I’m asking right now, right?” Crowley let out a chuckle, finding Aziraphale’s complaints rather amusing at best.
“I can’t believe it!”
“Why? That I’m asking or, that you think there is something wrong with the costume?”
“Look, Crowley, this was supposed to be, well, fun. For both of us.”
“It will be. Trust me Angel, it will be.”
“No. Not in this costume it won’t.” Aziraphale was pouting totally now. “Not for me!”
“Look love,” Crowley leaned in on his Angel, his arm on top of Aziraphale’s shoulder, comforting. “What’s the matter with you today then? You seem rather, guess, off.”
Crowley was sensing something was off with the Angel. He always did know when it was.
“Crowley, this is all..” Aziraphale motioned at himself, the costume mainly. “well it’s all so… black!”
Crowley could not help but smile, laugh even. As there really was nothing wrong with the costume itself, rather simply Aziraphale not feeling it. After all, this was a party they were going to with the theme, set at Halloween.
And as for the chosen costumes…
Well Crowley was going as the Damsel in Distress, a fancy gown and a wig, which in turn the Dark Vampire was supposed to seduce, i.e. Aziraphale. Really have his way with her too, meaning drinking her precious blood.
“It’s supposed to be black, love. Your Nosferatu. The Great Vampir. The Dark One. They all dressed in black.“
“In lore yes, but this is, fantasy, Crowley.”
“Supposed to mimic the lore, right?”
“But, couldn’t it be perhaps something in a lighter tone? Something not so dark?”
“Nope. Is always black.”
“Really?”
“Really. Like said, that’s the lore.”
“Hm.”
“Yeah.”
“About that, these fangs…“
“Angel, vampires have fangs to suck the blood with. They need them.”
“But, you’re the one more comfortable with such things.” Aziraphale was acting more coyly now. The shoe perhaps on the other foot suddenly?
“Things. My fangs? They’re not things Angel! They’re perfection!”
“No, they’re not things. And I do love them. A lot. When you use them on me.” Aziraphale flashed his eyes. “But…”
“But?”
“Well, could we just change these? I mean with each other?”
Crowley stared at the Angel for a long spell. Having been looking forward to have Aziraphale suckling on him with fangs and all for a change… Guess, leopards with their spots and all, right?
As it was, Crowley did not want Aziraphale to feel bad or sad either. And os.
“Fine, Angel. We can switch this time. But next time, I want your fangs on me!”
A smile emerged onto Aziraphale’s face just then.
“Well, I can still use the fangs on you sweetie. Despite not having this costume on.”
“You will?” Crowley looked positively shocked, in a good way.
“Of course love. As a matter of fact, looking forward to it. Suckling your blood!” He did the accent and all.
“Well then, let’s switch and get to the party and afterwards, you can um… use your fangs on me!”
“Come on then! Let’s hurry up!”
“Or…”
“Or?”
“We can just skip the party all together. Stay home, take our costumes off and… we’ll get upstairs and make ourselves comfortable in bed. But… You will leave the fangs on, Angel!”
“That is a very good plan indeed, my dear!”
And so, the party was skipped all together. But the fangs stayed on. For them both.
“I will suck your blood, Demon!”
“Yeah? Please do, my Angel!”