louiselux | Crowley and Draco snippet for tboy

tboy asked for Crowley and Draco, because she is evol.

Mutant X

'So how do you explain it then?'

'They're mutants,' Aziraphale said, firmly.

Crowley raised an eyebrow.

'You do realise the X-men are fictional?' Crowley said and after a few silent moments Aziraphale's expression crumpled into worry. 'They haven't told you, have they?' Crowley said, nodding upwards.

'Well, not told as such, no. But there have been hints. Definite hints, my dear.'

'Like what?'

'Well, they may be descended from some of our-- my-- heavenly brethren. You know, from the early days when human and angel relations were a little… warmer.'

'Yeah. Come off it. They don't know either.'

Aziraphale nodded glumly.

The reason Crowley had brought the subject up in the first place was in his bathroom, having a temper tantrum and probably wasting his expensive bubble bath. Not that Crowley was ever going to use it himself. The bubbles always came out black anyway, which he was sure wasn't right. He'd seen an episode of Dynasty once and considered himself something of an expert.

Crowley sat on his sofa, still wondering what a 'mudblood' was supposed to be. He got the impression he was supposed to be insulted. He got an even more powerful impression that the man, who called himself Draco, didn’t have the slightest idea what Crowley was. Crowley was disappointed. He thought those magical types were supposed to sense auras or something, at the very least. Draco was about as psychically sensitive as a cornflake and the only trick he'd done so far was to make toast in Crowley's unplugged toaster. He sighed and tried to ignore the guilty feelings he was having. Eventually he just gave in and enjoyed them. Sleeping with humans was encouraged, if you could possibly manage it. It was seen as a good backup plan. The problem was that Crowley didn’t have any sort of plan and had just done it on the off-chance of seeing some good tricks. But afterwards was always so very annoying. He thought with sudden longing of Aziraphale's knackered old settee and his lack of anything resembling a bath. The smelly angel.

Draco came out and stood on Crowley's nice carpet, dripping water everywhere. 'And another thing,' he said, as if he just hadn't spent three hours behind a locked bathroom door, 'you remind me exactly of one of my old teachers. He was a creepy, sarcastic bastard too.'

'Oh, thanks very much,' Crowley said.

But it was too late for compliments. Crowley had a headache and wanted to be alone. Or to go and annoy Aziraphale, which was the next best thing.

Draco scowled at him. 'Are you a complete idiot? I only screwed you because of the snakeskin thing. I wish I’d never bothered.'

It was amusing to see Draco's face change as Crowley stood up and pinned him to the wall, but not as amusing as it would've been, once. Not amusing at all, really. Crowley let Draco look deep into his eyes for one long moment.

'You might want to leave now, before I get really annoyed.'

Draco swallowed hard. 'Or you'll what?' he said, tilting his chin up. 'You don't frighten me.'

That was a lie. Crowley could taste his fear and it was sharp and sour. But something was wrong. Draco wasn't frightened quite enough, not for the flash of nastiness and brimstone Crowley had just shoved into the forefront of his brain. He wondered for a moment if some bastard had got to him first. But no, the man's soul was there, dull and stained, but still gleaming in places, still intact. He was brave, Crowley thought. Or rather, he knew when to be scared for his life and when not to be. Crowley wondered if he knew when to be afraid for his soul.

'You've seen worse then me,' Crowley said, blinking. It wasn't a question. He wondered who it had been and why they couldn’t have left a note. Admin was terrible these days.

Draco nodded, looking a little smug. Crowley smiled: Draco looked almost sweet.

'Oh yeah.'

He let Draco down and stepped back.

'Leave now, before I change my mind.'

'About what?'

'Just piss off before I eat you.'

Draco raised his eyebrows and didn't argue.

'Anyway, I don't think much of these magic types. He as good as said I was terrible in bed.'

Aziraphale made a little choking noise into his glass of port. 'How rude. I hope you gave him what for.'

Crowley stared down into his drink, then let his head fall back on Aziraphale's battered armchair. A cloud of dust flew out and made his nose itch. It was good to be here.

'Well, not really.'

'Oh?'

'He was snobbish, arrogant and completely selfish. Rather charming really.'

'He sounds appalling, my dear.'

'No. I liked him. He reminded me of you, actually,' Crowley said, and drained his glass.

Aziraphale made another one of those little choking noises, then reached over and poured him another drink.

Crowley and Draco snippet for tboy - Mutant X

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