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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Good_Omens_-_Neil_Gaiman_&_Terry_Pratchett
  Relationship:
      Crowley/Adam_Young
  Character:
      Adam_Young, Crowley_(Good_Omens)
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Mutual_Seduction, Incubus_Summoning, Dirty_Talk, Metaphysical
      Prostitution
  Series:
      Part 8 of Neither_Side_Created_Kink_Memes
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-26 Words: 1562
****** If You Try Sometimes, You Get What You Need ******
by Vulgarweed
Summary
     The teenaged Antichrist does things like a normal person most of the
     time. But when he's desperate to get rid of his virginity, he reverts
     to type.
Notes
     Written for the Good Omens Kink Meme, April 8, 2009
     Prompt: Crowley seducing a 16-17 year old Adam (or 18, if that would
     make you feel better). Lots of graphic sex isn't necessary if you're
     uncomfortable writing it, but the more the merrier!
     I think the seduction goes both ways here. Adam is 16 or 17 here, so
     he's not actually underage in his own country (either of his
     "countries," I'd imagine). He is in some readers' countries, though,
     hence the warning.
     Title comes from "You Can't Always Get What You Want" by the Rolling
     Stones.
 
After the all-too-familiar wrenching, dispersing, and re-arranging, Crowley
came back to himself winged, nude, and kneeling on a wooden floor, in a
pentagram ringed with symbols. Typical. But not at all typical was the Power
that had summoned him, which now sat there cross-legged just outside the
circle, looking a little overwhelmed.

"You?" Crowley squeaked when he looked up into the teenage Antichrist's
shockingly blue eyes.

"I'm sorry," Adam said.

"No, you're not. You don't need all this to call me, you know," the demon said,
gesturing at the symbols. "Can't you just...I dunno, click your ruby slippers
or something?"

With a shrug of his shoulders, Crowley turned his silky scarlet wings into
something also silky and scarlet but a little more modest. Something like Hugh
Hefner might wear. Adam's staring had been distracting, though it was nice not
to have his eyes the subject of a frightened gaze for a change.

"Anyway," said Crowley. "I can't imagine what you'd need a tempting for. Your
wish is my command. Really."

"I...er....wasn't expecting you, per se."

Crowley almost paled as he looked more closely at the symbols. "You wanted an
incubus?" he blurted. "I'm not that kind of demon! Though, er, I always rather
wanted to be."

Adam was indeed blushing. "I suppose...well, see..." He took a deep breath, and
the world held it with him. He spilled it all at once:
"SeeitwouldbemyfirsttimeandIguessdeepdownIwantedittobewithsomeoneIknow."

"I suppose not," Crowley said as he gathered his breath. "There's pubs for
that, you know."

Was Adam changing ever so slightly before his very eyes? Or had he always been
so...marble? Sculpturally beautiful? So enticing, so wicked and innocent at
once, so sensual, so...

"But I suppose it was a mistake," Adam said sadly, lowering his beautiful eyes
and making Crowley ache with missing their gaze. "I suppose I can order you
around and stuff, and it's not right....just because I'm so horny...and I want
to learn how....and make it good...and I want something better than some random
drunk bloke...maybe it's a stupid idea anyway, maybe I'm too young..."

Something in Crowley's throat clenched at the thought. He didn't like being
summoned, but he really hated being dismissed. "Oh no, Adam," he found himself
nearly pleading. "It's not a mistake. First thought, best thought. You're
right. You do deserve better. You deserve the best! Obviously that's me."

"I don't know if I...do you mean?" Adam's stammering couldn't possibly be
sincere and guileless, it couldn't be. And Crowley wasn't sure if it would turn
him on more if it were or if it weren't. "I mean, you're my friend, kind
of...."

"Yesss," said Crowley, crawling forward, quite confident that it made his
dressing gown fall open, "Sssort of. And
your....er....ssssupremesssupernaturalbeing-father. But not your father-
father....oh, let's not talk about him, he hasn't been there for you. But in
the old daysss, you know, when it was time to become a man, a good father would
get his son a whore."

Adam squeaked and squirmed against the increasing attack of tightness in his
shorts. Crowley's face was close to his now, just across the pulsing blue light
of the circle. "I...I'm not into women," he said irrelevantly.

"Oh, whores can be either, or none or both of the above," Crowley said. He
reached out one lean, pale hand, silk sleeve falling away from his slender,
muscled wrist. One long finger touched the barrier between and shoved through,
carrying some of its tingle and burn as he touched Adam's full lips. "I
remember beautiful boy-whores. Dancers. Cupbearers. Ganymedes. On the edge of
manhood but -" Crowley's finger traced golden, stubbly hairs on Adam's chin -
"holding back from the edge."
 
Adam swallowed hard.

"You're not too young," Crowley went on, voice dropping octaves until it rang
softly from his chest. "You're ancient. As old as the world. Which is yours.
And so am I."

The ambiguity of that phrasing hung and shimmered in the air like the occult
barrier between their lips, barely any space at all. Adam moved his fingers.
Crowley came through, tongue first.

"I read that whores don't like to kiss," Adam said.

"Thisss one does."

What Crowley did to Adam's mouth was a sin even in Hell for its romance, its
call-and-response, its attention to detail. Adam swallowed an earth-shaking
groan and pulled Crowley's hair with one hand and the tie of his silken
dressing gown with the other. It doesn't matter who replaced the hardwood floor
with a paisley snowdrift of harem cushions. Perhaps the floor did in out of
embarrassment.

"Do you want to go sslow, virgin?" Crowley whispered into Adam's throat, its
well-built lines offered gamely to the demon's teeth.

"No," Adam said. "Definitely not."

"Good," said Crowley, "but we'll go long."

Adam's hands roved Crowley's body as the demon covered him, last clothes
disappearing and legs tangling. Crowley looked down in awe. Michelangelo's
David looked like a bad Photoshop of this boy, especially considering the
neoclassical vogue for small cocks, which Adam most certainly did not have, and
well-built, graceful torsos and strong thighs, which he most certainly did. He
woke from his daze by closing his eyes and biting down on a shoulder, getting a
yelp from Adam and a strong hand grasping his arse, pulling him tight against
the lad writhing beneath him, cock fitting so well in the niche between belly
and thigh and sliding with a subtle slick of sweat and erections already
wettening in eagerness and that very nice massage oil they'd used in Rome that
Crowley had never forgotten because it was so useful. Adam gripped his hips and
worked them, just there, as Crowley bend his head to work a nipple with his
teeth, all threat and savour. Adam moaned again; as his courage grew, he became
more and more vocally appreciative, and this inspired Crowley to try harder.
And harder.

"Your wish is my command," Crowley said again. "Really."

"I want to see your wings again," Adam said.

Crowley obliged with a lewd ripple of his whole body, the muscles under Adam's
hands and between Adam's legs flexing with strength as his wings rose again and
spread, blood-clear in the dim light. Adam whimpered and reached for them as
they settled over him and Crowley kept sinking down, finally lifting that
magnificent cock from its nest of golden fur and sliding it into his mouth to
hear Adam's cries of ecstasy and very tenuous restraint. Dropping his jaw and
humming encouragement as the thrusts went deeper and deeper into his throat and
he cruelly tickled Adam all over with his feathers.

Adam pulled back suddenly, flushed and begging. "I want you to fuck me," he
said with a shocking steadiness.

Crowley laughed, wiping his wet mouth very slowly. "You want me to fuck you?
Oh, you naughty slut. Your father would not approve."

"I know," said Adam with feline glee, utterly inviting.

With an animal sound, Crowley fell upon him, Adam's legs bending around his
neck and toes brushing his wings. Awkwardness was a human option that might be
fun to play with later, but Adam's lust was too urgent and Crowley too into his
role, and with an arch of Adam's back and a serpentine roll of Crowley's spine,
he was inside, Adam's body receiving him with utter wanton joy.

"Harder," Adam whimpered, hands slipping on sweaty skin, in a tangle of hair
and feathers. Crowley gave it to him, everything he had and more, first with a
teasing, long slowness of strokes and then a fierce pummeling with a tomcat-
like singlemindedness. Adam tightened his legs, wrapped one hand around
Crowley's wrist bracing him up, sank his nails into the back of Crowley's neck,
and otherwise made a completely delicious spectacle of himself.
 
"I'm going to come in you so hard," Crowley gasped. "But it ought to be you
first." He fought a hand free and gave Adam's twitching cock a few mean, expert
tugs, and Adam bit his lip and clenched his hands and came hard, all over
Crowley's hand and his own belly, every muscle tightening and giving the demon
a wild, tight, bucking ride as Crowley cried out and tensed, pulsing and
releasing deep inside Adam's hot passage.

He took his wicked time about withdrawing as they clung together, Crowley
cooling their skin with his wings. "Are you pleased?"

"Yesss," Adam hissed, and looked sheepish. For just a moment. He pulled Crowley
down onto him and kissed him for a long time, then drew back. "So if you're a
whore," he smiled, "I ought to pay you."

"I do not need your money," Crowley laughed.

"No, you don't. What do you need...hmmm," Adam stroked Crowley's cheek. "I give
you my protection," he said. "Forever."

Crowley tensed just a bit, and saw a dizzying seriousness in Adam's eyes. "For
as long as you--"

"Forever," Adam said firmly. "And your angel too, of course."

Crowley tensed a lot, and then relaxed, lying down into Adam's arms. "Please
don't tell him," he finally said.

"I won't. But you should."

"I will....someday," said Crowley, looking up at the ceiling in a stunned
manner until Adam nudged him.

"Is it normal to want to do it again right away?"

"At your age? Yes," Crowley smirked, hands wandering again. "And at my
agelessness too."
 
 
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