Office Shenanigans III: Five Days

NSFW warning: This story contains a very graphic sex scene. Proceed with caution and only if you're an adult!

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Aziraphale’s week as Crowley’s PA did not start well. But this was not Aziraphale’s fault or in any way related to his massive crush on Crowley. No, the problem was that Crowley was supposed to stand in for Gabriel during an important meeting, but Crowley was not only late, he also did not know anything about the meeting.

“Damn, shit, fuck,” Crowley cursed as he stormed into the office. “I totally forgot.”

“Don’t panic,” Aziraphale said.

“Don’t panic?” Crowley repeated. “I have an hour to go through this.” He pointed to the large pile of papers on the desk. “Gabe will kill me when he is back. Book a ticket to Mexico for me, will you? One-way.”

“This will be a pain short notice during summer,” Aziraphale deadpanned. “So please sit down.”

Crowley did, but the desperate expression remained. Quickly, Aziraphale grabbed the papers and pulled his chair next to Crowley’s.

“Look, I mean no disrespect, but Mr. Wing tends to be very… wordy,” he explains. “You don’t need all this. I marked the most important passages in red, secondaries in yellow. Things marked in green are what Mr. Sandal will want to talk about, but you should not let him, it’s not a company priority right now.”

Astonished, Crowley took the papers from Aziraphale’s hand and skimmed through it.

“That… is doable in an hour,” he said.

“I think so,” Aziraphale nodded, got up and walked to the printer. From the output tray he pulled a single sheet of paper. “I took the liberty to put the marked passages on one page so you can find it faster if needed.”

“When did you do this?” Crowley asked as he took the summary from Aziraphale’s hand.

“Th… this morning?” Aziraphale said. “I realised you would be late and assumed you had forgotten, so…”

He was silenced by a warm hand on his shoulders. From one second to the next Crowley stood incredibly close, smiled and patted his shoulder.

“Aren’t you just an angel?” he said. “Remind me to buy you lunch.”

Returning from the meeting a few hours later, Crowley wore a broad grin. Aziraphale, too, was pretty satisfied and for a moment even forgot how insecure Crowley made him and smiled at him.

They slipped into the elevator. Crowley pressed the button before turning to Aziraphale and winking.

“You are a bit of a bastard, hm?”

“Uh, whh.. I…” Aziraphale stammered, not knowing where that came from.

“Hey, I mean that in the best way,” Crowley chuckled. “What you said to Ligur? And in that perfectly innocent voice.” Grinning, Crowley imitated Aziraphale, “‘Well, Mr. Liz, if you read section B - and I’m sure you did, otherwise it would be quite impertinent to complain about the summer sales - you know that the numbers contradict your statement.’”

“Ah, well,” Aziraphale said with a blush. “Someone had to shut him up.”

“Oh, well definitely,” Crowley laughed. With a look at his watch, he said, “It’s a bit late for lunch. Would you make some coffee? I saw you brought yourself cupcakes again.” He winked. “They’d go well with coffee.”

Now Aziraphale hesitated.

“Um, I… yes, I guess…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, sir…”

“You don’t have to share your cupcakes with me, don’t worry,” Crowley grinned.

“But I would!” Aziraphale said and bit back the “Actually, you could have anything of me, just ask!” at the last moment.

“Then what… Ah…” Understanding spread on Crowley’s face and he snickered. “Bea told you not to spoil me.”

“Erm, yes,” Aziraphale admitted with a sheepish expression. “She might have mentioned something like this.”

Crowley raised a brow and smirked. He stepped closer, close enough for Aziraphale to feel his body heat.

“How about that,” Crowley said and Aziraphale had the feeling his voice had dropped an octave. “You spoil me and I won’t tell Bea a thing.”

Swallowing hard, Aziraphale nodded.

“I think I can do that, sir,” he said hoarsely.

The elevator dinged and the door slid open.

“Looking forward to it,” Crowley said before leaving the lift. Over his shoulder he said with a wink, “Coffee, please, Aziraphale.”

“Of course, Mr. Crowley.”


Tuesday morning was a bit stressful. The phone would not stop ringing, the tasks piling up. Crowley was visibly annoyed.

“I’m used to a certain workload,” he groaned. “But in addition to Gabriel’s stuff, it’s a bit much. I need some air. Be a dear and make some coffee, yes, Aziraphale?”

With that he was gone, leaving Aziraphale blushing and with the echo of “dear” in his mind. So he rushed to make Crowley his coffee as he knew his part time boss liked it, before sorting the day’s to-do-list.

Upon Crowley’s return, Aziraphale could proudly present a visibly shrunken pile of notes. Aziraphale tried to appear casual, but inwardly he revelled in Crowley’s astonished expression.

“Where did all the work go?” he asked. Then he frowned. “Wait, you didn’t do all that alone, did you?”

“Erm no, sir,” Aziraphale said while pouring a cup of coffee for Crowley. “I delegated.”

“You can do that?”

You can do that, Mr. Crowley,” Aziraphale said. “You’re the boss. But yes, I can do so in your name. I gave a lot of people small tasks. That way they feel useful but not overwhelmed. A few minutes for them, a way shorter to-do list for you. What is left are things that need to be authorized by you or Mr. Wing.”

With a happy grin, Crowley took the coffee and the wonderfully small pile of notes from Aziraphale’s hand.

“Aren’t you just an angel?” he repeated his words from yesterday before sitting down in his chair.

Flustered and with a dopey smile, Aziraphale sat down at Bea’s desk.

In the evening, Aziraphale tidied the office. For the third time now. Crowley had left after tea time for another appointment. So far he was not back and had not given any orders whether Aziraphale was to wait for him or not. Being honest, Aziraphale would have gone home if this was Gabriel. But for one, Gabriel always left precise orders and for two, this was not Gabriel but Crowley and Aziraphale really really really wanted to satisfy Crowley.

The cleaning lady had already done her rounds. On his way to the kitchen for a tea, Aziraphale thanked her and held up the door to the stairwell for her. She smiled and wished him a good night.

Frustrated, Aziraphale drank his tea. He checked his old pocket watch and saw it was almost 9 pm. He was about to call it a night, when he heard low footsteps, muffled by the carpet in the corridor. Sure enough, Crowley came in sight, grinning when he spotted Aziraphale.

“Oh good, you’re still here,” he said as he entered the office with a carrier bag.

“Well, I was not sure if you still need me.” Aziraphale answered, now a bit irritated.

“I’m sorry,” Crowley said with a soft smile and Aziraphale’s irritation vanished. “The appointment took longer than I thought and then there was a huge queue at the first sushi restaurant, the second was closed due to renovation and the third looked kind of subpar - so I returned to the first and waited.”

“You could have called me, sir,” Aziraphale said. “I could have ordered dinner for you to the office.”

“Yes, of course,” Crowley said as he unpacked the delicious looking menus. “But then it wouldn’t have been a surprise, right?”

“Surprise?” Aziraphale repeated. “I don’t understand.”

Crowley chuckled.

“What’s not to understand?” he asked and gave Aziraphale a charming wink. “You do know what a surprise is, right?”

“An unexpected occurrence, act or instan…,” Aziraphale began, but then blushed and stopped. “I mean, yes, I do know.”

“Right.” Crowley stepped behind Aziraphale and manhandled him towards his chair. “I picked a menu with different Maki and Nigiri - I hope that’s alright.”

He placed the food in front of Aziraphale and handed him a pair of chopsticks. Under Aziraphale’s astonished eyes, Crowley pulled his own chair closer and sat next to him. Then he took the second box and chopsticks for himself.

“That… that is very alright,” Aziraphale stammered after a moment. “I love sushi.”

“I know.”

“How do you know?”

“Well,” Crowley said smugly. “That’s why I’m the boss. I know things.”

“Well, sir,” Aziraphale said. “That’s very kind of you. But you didn’t have to.”

“I know. But I wanted to.”

They ate in silence. Well, relative silence because while Aziraphale did not speak, he could not help little moans of pleasure escaping him. And Crowley did not really eat. Whenever Aziraphale met his gaze to smile and nod gratefully, Crowley was smiling right back at him. As Aziraphale finished his meal, maybe four pieces of sushi were missing from Crowley’s menu.

“Is… something wrong with your food?” Aziraphale asked. “If you kept the receipt, I can…”

“It’s fine,” Crowley interrupted. “I’m just not a huge fan of sushi.”

Aziraphale’s eyes widened. Feeling guilty, he began to stutter.

“B...but, sir,” he said. “As you can probably assume by my stature, I like different kinds of food. You needn’t buy anything you dislike. I’m just as happy with pasta or pizza.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Crowley said, amused. Then he pointed at his own food, “You want the rest? I gotta get home.”

“I feel bad enough already,” Aziraphale said dryly. “I sure won’t steal your food now.”

The stern look Crowley gave him, sent hot and cold shivers through his body.

“It’s not stealing when I offer,” Crowley said, voice like dark chocolate. “But I guess you react better to orders, hm?” He smiled as he took a piece of salmon maki and dipped it into the wasabi honey cream. “Here. Boss’ orders.”

Aziraphale was caught in the gaze of the golden-brown eyes. All protest dying on his tongue, he leant forward and opened his mouth. Smiling, Crowley pushed the morsel between Aziraphale’s lips, his finger ever so softly brushing along Aziraphale’s bottom lip.

“There you go,” he said lowly, pushing the box with the remaining sushi towards Aziraphale. “You’ve been invaluable for me in the last two days. I don’t think a bit of sushi is going to make up for that.”

“It… it’s my job, sir,” Aziraphale said. “I’m your PA.”

“Hmhm.” Crowley nodded. “Better do as I say then.”

With that he got up and grabbed his coat.

“See you tomorrow… angel.” Crowley winked one last time and was out of the door.


Aziraphale really tried to focus. But it was hard to concentrate on his work with the memory of Crowley’s fingers at his lips. So when Crowley came in on Wednesday morning, Aziraphale even struggled with a coherent greeting. A weird mixture of “hi”, “hello” and “good morning” tumbled out of his mouth, but Crowley only smiled.

“Good morning, Aziraphale,” he said. “What’s on today?”

“Ah, yes. A moment…um… Ms. Michael is coming in at 10 for the new advertising campaign, you have a zoom meeting at 11:30 and lunch with Ms. Uriel at 1,” Aziraphale listed. “At 3 pm several representatives of different charities will show their presentations, hoping for the company’s support next year. Mr. Wing asked that you make a pre-selection of four or five.”

“Ugh,” Crowley said and pleaded, “You’re coming, too, right?”

“Oh, I…sure, if you want me to,” Aziraphale said.

“Hell, yes, I do,” Crowley said.

Pleased, Aziraphale nodded. He had been a bit put out as he saw Crowley’s full schedule this morning. Now he got to spend some time with Crowley after all. Crowley wanted him to after all.

Don’t be ridiculous. Crowley doesn’t want you to spend time with him. He wants his PA to support him while he makes an important decision.

Right. Sighing, Aziraphale went back to work. It was important that he did not forget his place. After all, he had established that he was not playing in Crowley’s league at all. Crowley appreciated Aziraphale because Aziraphale was a good PA.

So he did his job. He followed Crowley to his meetings, supported him, gave advice and brought snacks. When finally, late in the evening, they returned to the office, the cleaning lady gave Aziraphale a sympathetic smile before bidding good night. She couldn’t know that Aziraphale would stay until sunrise if Crowley asked him to.

“We still need to make that pre-selection,” Crowley said. “Make us some coffee, will you?”

“Of course, Mr. Crowley,” Aziraphale said.

Crowley murmured something that might have been a “good boy”, but Aziraphale was sure he had misheard.


Throughout Thursday, Aziraphale was nervous. He would have to ask Crowley, even though he hated to. But money was money and while his salary was alright, it did not make him a rich man.

However, when Crowley arrived, he was in such a good mood. Aziraphale disliked the thought of ruining it. So he postponed it, until he realized that it might be worse to ask Crowley when the day had stressed him out and he was in a bad mood. It was too late though as Crowley was out with a business partner for lunch now. Through the afternoon he was packed with appointments and Aziraphale barely had a chance to talk to him at all. Dutifully, Aziraphale followed Crowley around and without being asked fetched everything that was needed.

Well, almost everything. In some sort of forbidden game with himself, he waited for Crowley to ask Aziraphale in that dark velvet voice to make coffee. Then of course, Aziraphale hurried to actually do it.

In the evening when Aziraphale saw Crowley packing up, he gathered his courage.


“Yes, Aziraphale?”

“Could I...erm…”

“What is it?” Crowley smiled.

“Could I get the money for the cab yesterday back?” Aziraphale said bravely. “As a company expense?”

With furrowed brows, Crowley looked at him.

“Which cab?” he asked. “When did you call a cab?”

“Um, yesterday night?” Aziraphale said. “It took so long to narrow down the charity list that I missed the last tube.”

Crowley’s eyes widened.

“You don’t have a car?” Crowley said. “Why didn’t you say so? I could have given you a lift.”

“Oh, I can’t have you driving me around.”

“Nonsense,” Crowley said. “How much was the cab?”

Aziraphale told him and Crowley gave him the money from his purse. Not accepting any protest, he pressed the notes into Aziraphale’s hand.

“It was my fault, so I pay,” Crowley said. “And next time we’re in so long, I’ll drive you home.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Actually,” Crowley said. “I should drive you home every day. We wouldn’t want anyone to snatch you, hm?”

Aziraphale chuckled.

“Well, I won’t say no to a free ride home,” he said. “Though I doubt anyone would want to ‘snatch’ me.”

“Hmm,” Crowley hummed thoughtfully as he got out of his chair. He went for the office door, but when he passed Aziraphale, he halted for a moment and bent down to Aziraphale’s ear. “I think you’re wrong there, angel.”

Afterwards, he left the office, leaving Aziraphale with red cheeks, buckling knees and elated breath.


Friday was a bit less stressful. Nevertheless Aziraphale and Crowley were again the last two people in the building. It was almost ten when Crowley shut down his computer. He twirled around with his chair, rubbing his neck.

“What a week,” he said with a deep sigh. “Thank you so much for your help Aziraphale.”

“It was my pleasure sir,” Aziraphale said, smiling.

Biting his lip, Aziraphale watched Crowley. Crowley who sat at his desk, head tilted back, massaging his own neck and shoulders, moaning and groaning. After taking a deep breath, Aziraphale gathered his courage.

“M… my neighbour is a professional masseuse,” he said bravely. “They showed me some tricks on how to deal with a sore neck. I… I could… if you want...”

For a moment, Crowley said nothing. He stopped rubbing along his neck and turned towards Aziraphale.

“If you don’t mind,” he said slowly.

“Of course not.”

Swallowing, Aziraphale got up. Crowley swirled his desk chair, positioning himself with his back towards Aziraphale. Carefully, Aziraphale lay his hands on Crowley’s warm neck and began with a light massage.

Crowley hummed pleasantly. Bit by bit, Aziraphale increased the pressure, just as his neighbour had taught him. According to his noises, Crowley thoroughly enjoyed the attention and relaxed under Aziraphale’s ministrations. Filled with a strange kind of pride, Aziraphale smiled and - when Crowley’s neck appeared fine - wandered towards the shoulders.

But suddenly his wrist was caught by one large hand. Holding on to Aziraphale, Crowley turned his chair around to face him. Nervously, Aziraphale noted Crowley’s intense gaze, the pupils in the golden-brown eyes widened.

“Alright, angel,” Crowley said. “Playtime’s over now. It was all fun and games. But what I want to do next needs your explicit consent.”


“Well, I did get the feeling you are interested in me,” Crowley smirked. “Did I misread?”

Aziraphale shook his head.

“You didn’t,” he said, barely above a whisper.


Without further warning, Crowley charged. Using his hold on Aziraphale’s wrists, he pulled his surprised assistant down. Aziraphale yelped as he found himself in Crowley’s lap, back pressed against Crowley’s lean chest.

Crowley let go of Aziraphale’s arm to grab his hair. With the blond curls for leverage, he bared Aziraphale’s neck. His free hand wormed its way into Aziraphale’s trousers.

Aziraphale moaned helplessly. His throat was attacked by sharp teeth and a talented tongue while a large warm hand teased his cock to hardness. Long fingers curled around his erection, applying at first long languid strokes, but increasing the pace steadily.

Desperately, Aziraphale bucked his hips. But Crowley tutted at that and bit Aziraphale’s neck harshly.

“I don’t recall permitting this kind of slutty behaviour, Aziraphale,” he whispered.

“S...sorry, Cro… Antho… Mr….” Aziraphale had no idea what to call Crowley in this situation.

Luckily, Crowley understood his dilemma. With a dark chuckle, he kissed Aziraphale’s throat before bringing his lips to Aziraphale’s ear.

“I really like ‘sir’,” he whispered. “Especially from your sweet mouth.”

“Of course, sir,” Aziraphale breathed out.

Trying hard to be just as Crowley wanted him, Aziraphale kept still. His hands held onto the chair’s side rests, but he withstood the urge to roll his hips.

“Hmm, very good, Aziraphale,” Crowley said - the smug smirk audible.

Aziraphale drank in the sensations: Crowley’s hand on his cock, Crowley’s lips on his throat and the sinful voice like black velvet in his ear. It brought him close to the edge. Tears of precum stained Aziraphale’s trousers and his balls tightened. Aziraphale could feel his climax approaching, cock pulsating with need.

Crowley withdrew his hand.

Something between a cry and sob escaped Aziraphale. So close had fulfilment been, now his member twitched abandoned underneath the fabric of his pants.

“Please, sir,” he begged. “Don’t stop. I… I’ll do anything.”

“I sure hope so,” Crowley said darkly. “Boss first, don’t you think? A PA can’t just relax before the boss is… satisfied.”

As far as Crowley’s grip on Aziraphale’s hair allowed, Aziraphale nodded.

“Yes! Of course, sir! Anything you want,” he said, prepared to agree with everything Crowley said right now.

“Oh really?” Crowley asked low-voiced. “I get to pick how you satisfy me?”

“Yes, please! Please…” Aziraphale hesitated. With hot cheeks he finally breathed out, “...please use me.”

The noise Crowley made was best described as a feral roar. With his legs he pushed the chair they shared further away from the desk. He pointed at the now free space and breathed into Aziraphale’s ear, “On your knees.”

Aziraphale hurried to obey. After sliding from Crowley’s lap, he turned between his boss’ long legs and put his hands on Crowley’s waistband.

When his hands worked to open the fly, Crowley hummed in satisfaction. Aziraphale made quick work of button and zipper and freed Crowley’s erection.

“Hands where I can see them,” Crowley growled. “My cock gets all your attention now.”

“Yes, sir.” Nodding, Aziraphale put his palms on Crowley’s thighs.

It appeared surreal, but Aziraphale ran with it - like he would in a dream. Crowley’s member bobbed right in front of his face. Long and thick it curved upwards, the tip was deep red, bordering on purple. One prominent vein throbbed along the shaft and precum gathered at the tip. Dutifully, Aziraphale surged forwards and licked Crowley’s cock clean.

Above him Crowley groaned. One of his large hands flew into Aziraphale’s hair, the other landed possessively on Aziraphale’s right shoulder, keeping him down with mild force.

Aziraphale repeated the motion. Afterwards he began licking and kissing from the tip, along the shaft, down to Crowley’s balls.

Crowley grunted. Impatiently, he pushed his cock against Aziraphale’s face. Taking the hint, Aziraphale parted his lips and wrapped them around the head of Crowley’s cock. Crowley sucked in a sharp breath and rolled his hips, shoving his member deeper into Aziraphale’s mouth.

Matching the rhythm of Crowley’s movements, Aziraphale bobbed his head. With each push, he let Crowley in deeper. He moaned around Crowley’s cock while his own penis twitched between his legs. Determined to satisfy Crowley, Aziraphale relaxed his throat and took Crowley in to the root. Aziraphale alternated between letting himself be used and actively sucking.

Just on the right side of painful, Crowley grabbed Aziraphale’s hair tighter. Sighing in bliss, Aziraphale lay his tongue alongside Crowley’s shaft and let the rhythmic drag of the cock in his mouth hypnotise him. His focus zeroed in on Crowley: his moans, his strong grip, his scent, his manhood. Aziraphale’s own erection, hard and demanding, slipped into the back of his mind.

Only when Crowley’s hips began to stutter, Aziraphale was pulled out of the pleasant haze. Prepared to take what Crowley would give, he let out a surprised yelp when he was pulled up.

With a groaned “yes!” Crowley came, painting Aziraphale’s face, Aziraphale’s hands and the chair with hot white semen.

Breathing heavily, Crowley let his head fall back. Coming down from his high, he sighed, content. He did not speak and Aziraphale did not want to break the silence.

But now, without the mesmerizing rhythm of the blow job, his own arousal made itself known again. He could not help the needy little whine that escaped him.

The sound spurred Crowley into action. He stood, pulled Aziraphale to his feet and walked him against the desk. Greedily, Crowley crashed his lips on Aziraphale’s. His tongue slithered into Aziraphale’s mouth, claiming, possessive. Meanwhile, his hand found Aziraphale’s crotch. Crowley cupped the raging boner through Aziraphale’s trousers, making Aziraphale moan into the kiss. It took Crowley only three long strokes above the fabric to have Aziraphale cry out in pleasure. His body shuddered and sticky wetness pooled in his pants. Finally, he collapsed in Crowley’s strong arms, vaguely aware of soft kisses against his neck.

At one point Aziraphale’s chin was grabbed and lifted. He looked into the smug and sated face of his boss who studied him intensely.

He drew the familiar tissue out of his vest pocket. Gently, he removed the stains of cum from Aziraphale’s chin and cheek.

“Too bad,” Crowley chuckled. “It’s a good look on you.”

“Hmmhmm,” Aziraphale replied, dazed, before his head fell against Crowley’s shoulder.

“Sweet thing,” Crowley said fondly. “Let’s get you home.”

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