Summary:

The BIg Step between Azi and the Doctor arrived, you know what it means :P

Notes:

thanks to my beta, the amazing Rachel @Raechem for her help <3

heellooooo, it's been a long long time, I guess if someone will still remember this crazy story ^^' I have more chapters to add, just give me time

Chapter VIII: Such a clean love

"And what would it be?" Crowley asks the Doctor, anticipating Aziraphale.

A perfect mirror of the question the Doctor had previously asked Crowley.

"Well, I guess it's time for the big step, if you know what I mean." the alien replies, winking at the angel who blushes a little.

"Is it okay for you, my dear?" the blond turns to the demon.

"What if it wasn't? Oh, c'mon, angel, I can read it in your eyes, you're craving that moment, as much as the Doctor does. I still have to cope properly with this weird, weird situation of shared love, but, as I have already told you, angel, as long as I'm one of the halves, I'm okay with that." he murmurs, caressing his face tenderly. "And now I know I'm leaving you in good hands... I couldn't stand even the thought of someone else with you!"

"I know, my dear, your approval is everything to me!" Aziraphale hugs him tightly, kissing him in the process.

"Well, if you don't trust me, you could always follow us and watch us until the first step, before we start to undress and..." the Doctor suggests.

"What?! Nope, alien boy, thanks, I don't want either to follow you, watch you, nor hear about the setlist of all the things you're going to do to my... err to our angel." Crowley grumbles. "I'll surely find something to do. Don't mind me and go having your fun!" the redhead gives them his sort of benediction ... very paradoxical coming from a demon

"Are you sure?" Aziraphale asks for confirmation.

"Yeah, angel, don't worry, as I said, I'll find something to do!" he shrugs. "Just give me a big, nice kiss, to make everything more bearable!" he grins and the blond pleases him.

"Don't you want some help from me, too?" the Doctor pushes his luck, coming closer to him.

"Have your wicked fun with one celestial creature at a time, thank you!" the demon barks, backing off.

The Doctor just chuckles, going back to Aziraphale.

"Come, celestial creature number One, let's go having our wicked fun." he grabs his hand, walking away with him.

"Oh, good heaven... will it be wicked for real?" Aziraphale bites his lips, worried.

The Doctor stops their walking to stare at him.

"Do you feel our love is wicked?" he asks him, seriously.

Aziraphale doesn't even need time to think about his reply.

"No! Not at all. Never."

"Then it won't be wicked, because it just can't." the brunet smiles sweetly at him as they keep walking.

"Is it wrong if I confess that I wouldn't have minded the possibility of Crowley watching us?" the angel confesses. "Just the part where we kiss at the beginning, I mean, I would have sent him away at the first unbuttoned button." he clarifies.

The Doctor chuckles as they cross the corridors.

"This could have been wicked... just a tiny bit!"

"Oh!" Aziraphale brings a hand to his mouth, shocked for his own impure thoughts.

"On the other hand, once I've been on a planet where it's a more than normal custom that whenever there's a couple who got married, their whole family and friends witness their wedding night." the alien informs him.

"Oh, this is gross!" Aziraphale grimaces.

"Not on V00y3urLand!" Ten shrugs.

"By the way, Doctor, where are we going?" Aziraphale asks him when they begin going down a long spiral staircase.

"I said that there's a place that has a certain appeal, if you recall my words," he winks at him, trotting down the last flight of stairs, while Aziraphale prefers to prudently hold the banister or the large round column in the centre.

"The problem is that you talk way too much, Ten!" Aziraphale grumbles, making his partner laugh.

They pass by a room with an open door where Aziraphale can catch a glimpse of a huge amount of clothes of any type and era.

"Ohh, do you want to make love inside there? Nice!" he approves.

"Huh, nope, maybe later, I was planning something else. Over here, Azi," the Doctor leads him to another, smaller, almost aseptic room. "Somewhere every tour of the house should end," he goes on, pushing the door open.

"The laundry room?!" Aziraphale asks him, puzzled.

As he expected from outside , it is a very small room, indeed, light blue, on the floor and all over the walls.
There's only a big washing machine, white, with something that seems to be golden, big horns, one by side, almost joining in a sort of circle.

"Yep, damn right! Welcome to the TARDIS's Laundro Demat!" the Doctor grins.

He must be very proud of that place.

"Well, I mean, it's a nice room, so tidy, with that shelf over the laundry machine with all those soft, coloured, folded towels that smell so good..." Aziraphale comments, sniffing the room with a pleased smile. "But .. it's nothing so special, I mean, tons of human beings have something like that..."

The Doctor just giggles, as amused as a kid.

"Don't let banal appearance deceive you, my friend," he winks, getting closer to the washing machine. "It can wash away grass, wine, mud, oil, every kind of stain coming from every Planet, it has over two hundred choices of perfume and, if you can pick the proper program, it can also clean consciences and wash away guilty sense or pain." he declares, almost beaming.

He's extremely proud of that room.

Aziraphale stares first at the not-so-common washing machine and then at him, his mouth left half open.

"Oh well, that's rather impressive!" he admits.

"Told you so" the Doctor smirks. "But never mix pinstripe and stars patterns... I learned that lesson the hard way," he sighs, mourning his former blue pinstripe suit.

It's not that he doesn't have tons of other suits like that, but he was particularly fond of that specific one.

"Really?" Aziraphale asks, looking serious, but he would just like to laugh about it.

"Yeah. You know what? I think that tartan could also be a dangerous match!" the Doctor adds and this time they both burst out laughing.

"Now, let's get to business, Azi. Jump on it." he demands.

"What?!" the angel jolts. "I'm not doing anything like that. First, those horns could hit me..." he grumbles, pretty nervous.

"They won't." the Doctor assures.

"I could break it..."

"Oh c'mon, don't be silly, this material could bear ten elephants over it... are you ten elephants?" the Time Lord teases him.

Aziraphale awkwardly touches his round belly.

"Well I could have eaten one or two too many crepes lately..." he mutters.

"Oh c'mon, Azi, I was kidding!" the Doctor facepalms. "This is for the first issue, look," he draws out his sonic-screwdriver and aims it at the sort of horns which immediately become more flexible, like rubber and part, allowing more space between them.

"And this is for the second, very lame issue," he adds, before putting his arms under the angel armpits and lifting him as if he was a feather, placing him with his bottom over the washing machine. "Happy now?" he smirks.

"Quite relieved.. and astonished too, yes..." the angel babbles in awe.

The Doctor clicks some buttons and then he kisses the angel, cupping his face between his hands.

He's standing still while Aziraphale is still sitting. He'd like to jump off, but the Doctor prevents him from doing that.

"Patience, dear angel, I have a nice surprise for you..." the Time Lord smiles against his lips, before descending on his neck, biting him lightly, getting rid of his bow-tie and unbuttoning the first buttons of his shirt.

The washing machine turns on and starts vibrating a little.

Aziraphale jolts in surprise.

"This is nothing yet, spread your legs..." Ten whispers, as his hands grab Aziraphale's thighs, parting them, before dealing with his trousers.

"Boxers, eh? You really like all human beings' habits." he chuckles.

"Why? Don't you wear them?" Aziraphale asks him, dumbfounded.

"Why don't you find out on your own?" he sticks his tongue out at the angel.

Aziraphale is about to, but the Doctor grabs his hands to stop him.

"Not now, let's think only about you, sweet angel." he murmurs, as the washing machine increases the vibration.

"Ohh.." Aziraphale murmurs pleased by that oh-so-good friction, even happier when the Doctor resumes kissing him, his right hand slipping inside the blond's boxers.
The combo with his hand and the vibrations from the machine is something the angel couldn't even begin to imagine.

"Ohh.. yess... how can it be.. ooohh Good Lord, oooh Time Lord... oooohh, you!" the angel loses his usual capability of elaborating meaningful sentences.

"Told you, my laundry room was a special place," the Doctor grins maniacally, the hand inside the angel's boxer moving faster and faster . "This is the 'Enjoy yourself' program!" he winks at him, as the washing machine makes the last, most intense vibrations.

It's too much and Aziraphale can't hold on anymore.

He releases his bliss directly onto the Doctor's hand, with a guilty look.

"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry..."

"Please, don't..." the Doctor cuts him off, kissing him roughly and Aziraphale forgets even what he wanted to apologise for.

The more the Doctor keeps kissing him that way, the more something funny happens all over again beneath his belt, making the angel feel even harder than before.

"Doctor, pleeease... I need you. Inside me. Now." he pleads.

- Oh well, if Crowley was here, too, he could take great care of me while the Doctor keeps kissing me so goo... Bloody heav.. noo.. hel.. even worse... oh bloody something, what am I thinking of?- he astonishes and shames himself with his own inner desires.

What really matters is that the Doctor clearly heard him.

"Yes, sweetheart, that's the plan," he smirks, parting from him, "if you want to follow me, I want to take you to..."

"No!" Aziraphale almost growls, something very unusual for his angelic attitude, right before pulling the Doctor closer, making the alien almost fall over him. "I mean now. No moving. No more waiting." he holds him still

The Doctor had no idea how strong that angel could be until that exact moment.

"Now? here? The laundry room was meant to be a sort of appetizer, but the main course is in the..."

"Pleeease, Doctor, pleease, now." Aziraphale pleads again, so desperate to feel him.

He unbuttons his pants and finds out the Doctor doesn't wear anything else.

"Ready for the use, I see." the angel chuckles, as he starts rubbing himself against him.

There's a sort of electricity between them and the Doctor realises he can't wait as well.

Aziraphale lies down on the washing machine, his eyes inviting the Time Lord to reach him.

"Are you sure, Azi?" he murmurs, biting his lips, nervously.

"Yes, you can take me with the force of ten elephants, remember?" the blond teases him.

It's all it takes and the Doctor jumps on him, ready to have all the proper fun.


After an undetermined time, both of their feet touch the ground again, their expression extremely pleased.

"Geez, Azi, I didn't expect such a rush from you, did you ravage even poor Crowley this same way?" the Time Lord wonders, between flattered and still a bit shocked.

"Well, yes, nope... I don't know.. maybe it was slower and more tender but... you know, Crowley initiated me and now that I know what is about... I happen to be a bit more eager than I expected!" the angel grumbles, making the other laugh.

"Okay, my eager angel, let's put the clothes in the washing machine and I'll be more than glad to give you a second round, doing things in a slower and gentler way this time." he assures, starting to take off his shirt and trousers, but Aziraphale is still keeping his clothes on.

The Doctor notices that.

"Well? Trust me, after all those pleasant gymnastics, our clothes do need machine-washing!" he giggles.

Aziraphale still shows no sign of undressing.

"Oh right, the pinstripe and tartan issue. Look, I was kidding before, I mean, the damage with those clothes happened for real, but only because I had forgotten my sonic-screwdriver inside, I'll be very careful this time!" the Doctor, already naked, winks at him.

Aziraphale displays a weak smile, but still doesn't want to take off his clothes.

"Aziraphale, what's the real issue?" he stares deeply into his eyes.

"Why... don't you go ahead and wait for me to join you.. with all the lights off?" the angel hazards and the Doctor figures everything out.

"You don't want me to see you naked!"

"I'm over this with Crowley, you know, we've known each other for six milleniums, we have more confidence and he reassured me pretty well.. but with you, it's different, you are so beautiful and perfect, just like Crowley, while I am..." the angel yelps, almost crying, still holding his shirt close.

The Doctor just bursts out laughing.

"You think you're ugly? You?! Trust me, sweet angel, I've been everywhere, I've seen everyone and everything and yeah, I always see the beauty in every creature, even a Cyberman or a Dalek, but you... ooooh, you are truly beautiful, I know I'll love every inch of you, every crease on your flesh. Whatever you think is a flaw, to me it's pure perfection." he murmurs, walking closer to him.

"But I..."

Ten places a finger on his mouth. "Hush, my sweet angel. Let me bathe in your beauty." he whispers and if his words are not enough yet, the reverent way he kisses Aziraphale makes the angel gain more self-confidence.

So much that he does not protest when Ten starts unbuttoning his shirt and pulling his trousers down

"You're so beautiful." he stares at him in deep awe, his hands tracing his chest, his stomach and going further down, getting rid also of his boxers.

Aziraphale confines himself to shyly smiling at him.

Ten put all their clothes inside the washing machine, starting the most suitable program and then he grabs the blond's hand, walking away with him.

"Doctor, it's not the first time I heard you mention it. What's a Dalek?" Aziraphale grows curious.

"Huh, they are sort of very, very evil trash cans, way too much obsessed with the word 'exterminate', okay, not only with the word." he explains.

"Oh! They don't sound very friendly!"

"You bet! However, we're naked, I'm very horny and the last thing I want to talk about is one of my sworn enemies!" the Time Lord rolls his eyes.

"So, Ten, where are you taking me?"


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"You agreed to share, you know your angel loves you as well, nope, probably, loves you more, no need to be jealous." Crowley ponders out loud, pacing all around the console room, "And you grew to like the Doctor. A lot. More than a lot. Okay, let's not go into that dangerous area. I prevent you from envying Aziraphale, Crawley Anthony J. Crowley!" he summons himself.

"I need something to take my mind off," he decides, snapping his fingers to make a portable cd player appear. "Okay, TARDIS, please, try to be collaborative, I need it. Is there any chance I can search for some cds around the rooms without being electrocuted?" he asks the spaceship, very politely. "I mean, I know I could snap my fingers and make some cds appear, but I want to try something different..." he adds, for good measures.

The TARDIS seems in the right mood to please him, the demon can hear a noise, something like some cogs grinding, as if something was changing.
When he opens one of the closets, the content has changed and now it's plenty of a cds collection.

Crowley inspects them

"Elvis Presley, Beatles, Rolling stones, The Proclaimers , Franz Ferdinand..." he mumbles.

No Queen.

Just what he needed.

He sits down and takes the first cd, inserts it in the player and waits.

Very disappointingly he finds out it's actually playing Elvis's songs.

He tries with all the other cds and not even one plays Queen's songs.

"But, in my Bentley it works so perfectly..." he groans, surrendering, as he gets up from the ground.

It's time to dedicate himself to another of his favorite hobbies.

He still recalls the road to reach the swimming pool and he can see the plants from afar.

"Well, well, I see that my previous visit gave some results, look at you, much more gorgeous and oh so pretty," he grins, walking towards them, his voice so silky, his expression so serene.

"Although..." he adds, changing mood, face and tone of voice, now cold and full of threats. "There's still a thing or two we can correct."

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The Doctor and Aziraphale don't have to walk for too long to reach their destination.

Before pushing the door open, Ten turns to Aziraphale.

"Wait here, sweetheart, first I need to check if the TARDIS still listens to his owner and supports him.."

The angel nods and the Doctor comes in.

It's a large bathroom, blue and silver, with a huge light blue bathtub with candles all over around with flavours you can find only in specific planets, like the bath salts which are already filling the water, kept perfectly warm, while there 's two flutes and a bottle of champagne, kept perfectly cold.

There's also a very relaxing music of violins, harps and some other unknown instruments playing all around, creating the perfect atmosphere.

"Oh yes, she does!" the Doctor grins, allowing the angel to reach him.

"Holy heaven, Doctor, this is so... so... I can't even find the words to express my awe properly..." Aziraphale takes a look around in every corner.

The Doctor smiles sweetly at him, going inside the tub and inviting the angel to do the same.

There's no need for words anymore, they just start kissing each other longingly, the water makes Aziraphale feel so weightless he slides upon the Doctor's lap without even thinking twice.

The Time Lord welcomes that initiative very gladly, before taking all the possible advantages.

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After enjoying all the comforts in that room, the two lovers go back to the laundry, wearing two blue bathrobes, walking hand in hand.

"You know, when Crowley and I made love for the first time, I was happy and everything, but I thought of you, too, and I felt sorry for having left you all alone... instead now I just feel that I balanced things." the angel murmurs.

"You did and if tomorrow you want to make love with Crowley all over again, it works perfectly fine for me." the Time Lord assures him.

- Why not with both of you? Noooooo, Aziraphale, naughty, really naughty thoughts!-

"Our clothes should be ready by now, but if you want to take a look in my wardrobe..." the Doctor suggests.

"Of course I do!" the angel grins.

"I hoped you would say that," the Time Lord smirks, leading him to his very, very large wardrobe on more floors. "I'm going to find something extra nice for you."

"Great. And could we also find something for Crowley?" Aziraphale hazards.

"Sounds good." the other approves.

The Doctor seems to really know Aziraphale's tastes because he hands him a cream suit made of trousers and a vest with a white shirt.

And he looks fantastic.

"Just a last touch of class," the Doctor murmurs "Previously it was a tie, but I took some liberties." he smirks, showing him a blue tartan bow-tie that matches the outfit flawlessly. "Here we go, my beautiful Puffy Bow-Tie!" he whispers, kissing him.

"You're beautiful, too, Doctor." Aziraphale kisses him back.

He's wearing an unusual silver grey pinstripes suit, with a dark blue shirt.

"I guess I also found the perfect outfit for Crowley, come with me, sweet angel, and I'll show you." the Time Lord grabs his hand, taking him to a further floor.

When they are back to the console room, they find Crowley still arguing with the cd player.

"I guess you can't fool the TARDIS!" the Time Lord chuckles once the demon explained his plan.

"In my Bentley it works so well!" he snorts.

"Once we are back I can check the cd player in your car if you want and see how the magic works!" the Doctor suggests.

"Thank you, Ten" the demon smiles, before recalling some important facts. "Hey, don't play nice with me, not after what you two did!" he hisses. "By the way, what did you two exactly do? You've been away for hours!"

"Oh well, we washed our clothes and had a long bath." the angel sums up.

More or less it's what they did.

"Yours is such a clean love!" Crowley giggles, feeling no jealousy at all, especially when Aziraphale kisses him the second after, as if his eternal life depended on that.

"And you did some sort of shopping... I mean, look at you both, dandy guys!" the demon can't help noticing and approving.

"Yep, we had a trip in the TARDIS wardrobe and we picked something for you, too." the angel winks at him.

"Yes, but we'll show you later, now I guess there's something important you should know." the Doctor says, taking Crowley apart.

"Do you know that our angel felt unsure of his awesome body image and was stupidly unwilling to get undressed?" he whispers into the demon's ear.

"Oh, this is not good at all," the redhead whispers back. "Someone should show him once for all how mesmerizing he is. I can already picture him, gloriously naked on a bed, and you and I taking such good care of every part of his perfect body."

"Count me in!" the Doctor whispers, grinning. "Well, when you say 'you and I'..."

Crowley jolts.

"I meant that you and I take care of our angel, just of him. Don't get any kinky ideas, alien boy!" he hisses in his ear.

"Yeah, sure, as if you didn't!" he smirks mischievously, challenging him with his look
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"What are all those secrets between you?" Aziraphale reaches them, chuckling. "Do you want me to leave you alone?" he teases them.

"Actually our secrets basically involved you, angel, ssssso much!" Crowley murmurs, cuddling him, as the Doctor checks something at the monitors.

"I hope for something good." the angel beams, abandoning himself in the demon's embrace.

"Crrrrrrowleeey!" the Doctor roars, making both of the millennial creatures jolt. "You paid a visit at my plants again, don't you?" he turns to him, his eyes so furious they seem on fire.

"They needed that." the demon states, facing his look fearless, his golden snake eyes shining with pride.

"I'll show you what you need! I had warned you," the Time Lord mutters, his mind already plotting at the speed of light. "Congrats, celestial creature number Two, you've just earned a ticket for Gardenya 4EG !"

TBC

Notes:

I took inspiration for the laundry room in a comic I've read about Tenth Doctor (and, LOL, the pinstripe/stars pattern accident is true XD but not the washing away pain and clean conscience, I invented it, lol, it seems canon enough XD)

About the Doctor's cds, oh c'mon, The Proclaimers are David's favourite band, I had to mention them, and he played once with Franz Ferdinand for a charity show <3 and he does have Beatles T-shirts lol

No matter what happens among those three, this story won't become explicit, they must maintain some decency XD
Hope you'll still like it, feel free to tell me everything even insulting me.