A/N:Request by I-am-tardis-locked

Homework who? It's due Friday, I've got time. Writing fanfiction while being bored in marching band because I can't march is so much better.

Aziraphale was curled up in the corner of his bookshop, reading one of his most prised books. Crowley was just watching the angel read. He could gaze at him for hours. There was no better sight to Crowley. An angel as beautiful as Aziraphale deserved to be admired like a pretty picture in an art gallery, or at least Crowley thought so.

There was something different this time though. A small black blemish peaked from under Aziraphale's pajama shirt.

"Hey angel, what's that?"

The angel looked up and asked, "What's what, dear?"

Crowley responded, "That, on your stomach. Is that a bruise?"

Aziraphale then noticed his shirt was not covering his stomach completely. Not that Crowley minded, he adored the angel's shape. He wouldn't want his angel any different.

Aziraphale pulled his shirt down and said, "It's nothing Crowley."

Crowley said, "Then let me see it if it's such a nothing."

"Okay, it's a little thing."

Crowley crossed his arms and said, "Let me see it angel."

Aziraphale slightly lifted his shirt to reveal a large black and blue mark. Crowley looked at it closely.

"Who did this to you?" Crowley asked. Aziraphale looked off to the side, really attempting to be stubborn. His stubbornness never lasts long with Crowley. It didn't take him very long to admit that it was Gabriel who had punched him.

Aziraphale and Crowley were sitting on the ground next to each other as Aziraphale began to explain what had happened to him. The angel sighed, "Gabriel, he was just being a jerk. He broke my favorite cocoa mug and- I shouldn't be complaining I'm an angel."

Crowley carressed the angel's cheek and said, "Go on, I want to know."

Aziraphale continued, "Fine, I was there drinking my hot chocolate and the next thing I know it's on the floor of a completely white room. Gabriel has slapped it out of my hands, and blamed it on me. I tried to tell the truth Crowley, I really did but nobody would believe me."

Crowley took off his sunglasses and said, "Sounds like Heaven."

Aziraphale looked down and said, "After that he said an angel like m-me shouldn't be drinking cocoa anyways. He called me fat. Then he slammed me against a wall and punched me right in the stomach a few times."

Aziraphale leaned into Crowley's arms. The demon said, "Nobody will hurt you ever again. He had no right to do that to you."

"B-but he's an arch angel!" Aziraphale couldn't help but stutter. Tears were beginning to pool in his eyes. Crowley pulled the angel closer towards his chest and said, "He's an arch-motherfucker that's what he is."

Aziraphale muttered, "Now Crowley-"

"Don't tell me to watch my mouth angel. I know what I said and I meant to say it and have it come across as such."

Aziraphale laid his head on Crowley's shoulder. The demon whispered, "Aziraphale, are you crying?"

There was no response. Crowley didn't intend for the angel to continue talking. He was fine with Aziraphale just holding onto him for the night.

Aziraphale felt safe in Crowley's arms. The demon always felt like a warm blanket in the winter. Aziraphale could stay wrapped up in Crowley's arms for hours. Sometimes he'd fall asleep, and Crowley would fall asleep too.

This time Crowley didn't fall asleep. He just sat there, gazing tenderly down at the angel, who was softly snoring. A pinkish tint still remained around his eyes from crying. Crowley wiped the last of the angel's tears from his cheeks and whispered, "I will always protect you, always angel, always."

Crowley picked the angel up and began to carry him off to the small bedroom in the back. This woke the angel up, but he quickly fell back asleep as he noticed he was being carried by Crowley. The angel was gently tucked into bed. Crowley quickly left the room and got on his most up to date laptop. He browsed through Amazon, looking for that exact angel mug that Aziraphale had. It was a simple find, and for some reason the mug was always in stock.

It was exactly what he needed for the angel.

After purchasing it he crawled into bed with Aziraphale, holding onto him tightly.

That was until the next morning when Aziraphale crawled out of bed. He very well intended to finish reading his prized book.

The only issue was the fact that Gabriel strolled into the shop.

"G'morning Principality Aziraphale. Just stopping by. Wanted to know if you wanted to go for a run with me this morning?"

Aziraphale stared at Gabriel. "No, I'd rather not."

Aziraphale clutched his book to his chest. Gabriel asked, "Why, too stubby for it? Perhaps you wouldn't be as stubby if you quit reading for once and just got off the couch."

Gabriel ripped the book from Aziraphale's hands. He started to skim through it. Aziraphale wanted to tell him to be careful with it, but that was useless. Gabriel had already chose a page to begin to tear.

Aziraphale let out a soft wimper. Gabriel titled his head and asked, "Does this bother you? The fact that I'm about to rip a perfectly good book? Smells evil anyways."

Crowley had got Aziraphale that book as a gift about two hundred years ago. Now it was slowly being tore.

Tears started to pool in Aziraphale's eyes as the page started to rip in half. The scent of angel tears began to wake Crowley up. A new smell landed on his tongue too. The smell of Gabriel.

What really startled Crowley from his slumber was a soft yell from Aziraphale. It wasn't a cry for help. It was a cry of defense. He could hear it so clear.

"Gabriel, you can't do that! I'm an angel too and you have no rights to go around breaking my stuff just like I'm a joke to you! I don't give a fuck that you're an arch angel, you still have no right to do that!"

Crowley sat up in bed, questioning if he really had just heard Aziraphale swear. He knew that if he had, that the situation was heading south. He jumped out of bed and ran to where he heard Aziraphale screaming.

As soon as Gabriel saw Crowley standing there he screamed, "Demon! Aziraphale there's a demon!"

Aziraphale looked over Crowley, who gave off a threatning aura. He smiled and said, "I know he's a demon. He's the best of them all."

Crowley growled, "Put down the book. You will not hurt my angel."

Gabriel slowly closed the book and laid it off to the side. Crowley slightly opened his mouth, revealing a forked tongue and several rows of fangs. Gabriel hesitantly stared at the demon.

"But, Azirap-"

Crowley hissed, "There'ss no butss about it. I know what you did to him."

Gabriel asked, "What did I do? I haven't even been around Aziraphale all that long."

Crowley squinted his eyes and growled, "Nobody hurts my angel. Nobody bruises my angel. Nobody lays hands on my angel."

"So he's yours? Thought he was an angel of Heaven, and as an arch angel I choose what happens to them."

Gabriel rolled his eyes and smirked. Crowley couldn't contain his temper anymore. He shouted, "I love Aziraphale more than Heaven ever could! Ah-and Aziraphale loves me and I'm a demon for Heav-Hell-Whoever's sake!"

Aziraphale closed his eyes.

Crowley loves me. He loves me more than anything.

The moment Aziraphale opened his eyes, tears began to roll down his cheeks. He knew Crowley spoke the truth.

Gabriel looked over twords Aziraphale. He asked, "Aziraphale, can a demon really love you?"

Aziraphale responded, "Yes Gabriel, yes he can. He's my demon, and I love him too. More than anything in Heaven, Hell or the entire universe."

Crowley reached his hand out to Aziraphale. Will no hesitation he grabbed it.

Gabriel said, "You are not allowed to do that."

Crowley asked, "Why can't he? Angels are supposed to be loving, are they not?"

Gabriel didn't have an answer this time. He looked Crowley dead in the eye and said, "You, are a pest. You've always been a pest."

Crowley responded, "I know. And me, a pest, will destroy your angelic ass if you ever so dare hurt Aziraphale again. Trust me, I'll be right here with him."

"Can't trust a demon," Gabriel retorted.

Aziraphale smirked and said, "Maybe you can't, but I can trust this one. Trust me, he will be here."

Gabriel stormed out the door after that. For the first time in his existence he had felt fear. He needed to go back to Heaven to figure out what had just happened.

Aziraphale and Crowley watched the archangel leave. Something about it felt funny to both of them. Aziraphale couldn't help but fall into Crowley's arms, laughing. Crowley just smiled and said, "There's my angel."

Aziraphale said, "Yes, I'm yours, Crowley. I'll always be yours."

Crowley wiped a tear from Aziraphale's cheek. The demon whispered, "And I'll always believe it," before kissing the angel.

Aziraphale pulled away from the kiss after what felt like an eternity and buried his face in Crowley's chest. Crowley asked, "Are you alright, angel?"

Aziraphale responded, "Yes, dear. Are you?"

Crowley closed his eyes and said, "Yes, never been better."

The two stayed like that for a little while. It was quiet until Crowley mumbled, "I ordered you a new mug by the way. Just like the old one."

Aziraphale whispered, "Thank you Crowley."

Afternote: That angel mug is actually on amazon. Just search angel mug and it's there.