Last Night of Our Lives

He flipped through the pages of the leather bound photo album of Aziraphale holding an infant Adam or reading to a young Adam. Crowley smiled at the time when he took the photo of Adam riding a bike for the first time when he was five. He slowly frowned at one of himself was napping on the couch at the bookshop with a three-year-old Adam laying on his chest.

It all didn't seem real.

Adam had defeated the Four Horsepersons, stood up to Satan himself, and saved the world. Now, Heaven and Hell were not happy with the angel's and demon's choices and both knew that was not the last that they would hear from their "sides." What they both didn't like was that before making his departure, Gabriel claimed that he should have ordered Aziraphale to kill Crowley. Crowley had to admit that when his best friend had his flaming sword back in his hand and Satan was arriving, he thought for sure Aziraphale was going to threaten his life. Just for that split second, he thought Aziraphale was going to betray him. Of course he didn't, but it wasn't the first time he had that fear, either. It was a hidden fear that would sleep over the thousands of years, but would creep to the surface from time to time. Aziraphale is a principality. If Gabriel had ordered to him kill then Crowley, then the demon wouldn't be breathing.

His gaze drifted to the photo below the last one to a polaroid photo of Aziraphale and Crowley with the demon holding the camera. It was their first photo together in 1980. God, his hair was long then.

"Hello."

Crowley snapped his head to his to the door, finding Aziraphale dressed a tartan pajamas that he miracled. He closed the album. "Hey."

"Adam's asleep." He closed the door behind.

"Are you sure you don't want me to sleep–"

"Oh, Crowley, it's fine." He gently smiled. "I don't mind, really." He walked over to the other side of the bed with black, silk sheets and black covers, then his blue gaze locked on the photo album. "What do you have there?"

Crowley frowned with a small shrug. "Just…going through some memories, I guess, with the last days of our lives tomorrow." He looked at the crimson cover.

"May I see?"

"Sure." He handed him the album.

Aziraphale sat beside him, opened it to the first age, and immediately beamed. "Oh, my! Adam was so small, then!"

Crowley smiled. "Yeah, he was."

He slowly flipped through the pages. "I never knew you had all of these."

"Yep." He tried to keep his voice strong.

Tomorrow their son was going to be an orphan.

The angel thoughtfully turned the pages. "Oh, I remember this!" he laughed, pointing at a photo of Crowley having a stare down with a seven-year-old Adam over the coffee table at the bookshop. "He was convinced he was going to beat you! I loved it so much, I had to take a photo."

The demon laughed, remembering how he purposely didn't blink for ten minutes after winning just to freak their son out.

He turned the page. "Oh…Our first photo."

Crowley slowly frowned. "Yeah."

"Your hair was so beautiful when it was long."

"We're gonna die, angel," he heavily stated. "Tomorrow. Adam is gonna be an orphan. He will even have Dog taken away from him." He ran a hand through his hair, falling on his pillows, staring at the white ceiling. "After everything we just went fucking through, we are going to die. Heaven and Hell will kill us."

"I have been thinking, though." He closed the album. "About the last prophecy. I think we have to trade places– faces. Something tells me we will die with our opposites like you with holy water and me with Hellfire, but if we trade places, we will survive." He turned to him.

"If it doesn't work?"

"What do we have to lose? And don't say Adam because he will be losing us."

The demon bitterly smirked. "This last week has been hell and I know what actual Hell is and it was damn near it. First, we had to tell our son– No! First," he held up a finger, "I kidnap the bloody Antichrist because I thought 'Why the fuck not?' Then we raise him as our son. A week ago, we had to look our son in the eyes and say: 'Hey, you're the Antichrist and this is why we actually took you in.' Then, you and I have a fucking argument and you made it absolutely clear that we weren't friends, but we both agreed to stay for Adam." His voice began to crack. "But that's not all. I had two demons come after me and I killed one with holy water and that was scary because that's the fate of a bloody demon for you, so I go to the bookshop and it's an inferno…." His voice dropped. "At that moment, I thought I lost everything. You were dead and I was terrified that Adam was upstairs in his room, but I didn't want to check because–" He swallowed as tears burned in the back of his eyes. "I thought I was going to find my son's charred body." He placed trembling hands over his eyes for a few seconds, removing them as he stared back at the ceiling. "I prayed that he was with his friends and when I saw him outside," he smiled as a tear rolled down, "I never hugged him so hard. I just knew we going to finish this thing together and I was not going to lose him." He forced himself to look at the angel. "I promised you that I was not going to let our son die, then you showed up in my car."

Azirphale covered his mouth. "Crowley…."

He looked back at the ceiling. "Then the M25 was an inferno and next thing I knew, I was back in fire with Adam and it was the only way, but I drove through the flames with my son in the car. I didn't even think of him when I did it. I just did it." The blood in his vein turned to ice. "What if it killed him? What if he was just human enough or my willpower wasn't strong enough that it killed him?"

"Dear," Aziraphale tried.

"But he lived," he continued, trying to shake the thought from his mind, "and I lost the Bentley. Oh!" He threw his hands in the air. "But how could we all forget that Satan himself was rising and then, it was somehow up to me to stop time its-fucking-self! No, couldn't forget that part! And now after all of this, we are going to killed and Adam is going to be left alone!"

"Crowley–"

"And I told myself that I was not going to die without you knowing," he snapped his gaze to the dewy-eyed angel, "I love you, Aziraphale. I always have." Another tear escaped as his heart was in his throat. "The reason I didn't tell you is because I didn't want you to Fall."

The angel gently wiped away the demon's tears. "I've always known you loved me," the angel softly replied. "And I love you. The reason I never told you was because, well…." He slowly looked away.

"It's sin to love a demon," he murmured, holding the angel's hand against his cheek.

Aziraphale looked back into his own eyes making the demon feel like he was at the gates of Heaven.

The demon slowly sat up, leaned forward, and kissed the angel. His heart was slamming against his ribcage when the angel returned the kiss. He forced himself to pull away, but kept his forehead on the angel's own. "I can't let you Fall," he whispered.

"I don't care about that." Aziraphale gave him a quick kiss. "If Falling is the only way to be with you, then so be it."

Crowley grabbed his shoulders, staring into his beautiful, blue eyes. "Angel, no," he hissed. "Nothing is worth Falling for. Not me. Not anything." He firmly shook him. "Do you understand?"

I should've ordered you to kill that demon!

Crowley flinched at the archangel's departing words as the angel kissed him, reminding him that he was in love with Principality Aziraphale, Guardian of the Eastern Gate. Another couple of things to add to the list of how shitty this week has been. He was in love with a principality. Archangle Gabriel wanted the demon dead. If there was an order, Aziraphale would end the demon's life. He grabbed the angel by the nape of the neck, deepening the kiss as the angel began to unbutton the demon's black, silk nightshirt.

Aziraphale placed his hands on the demon's chest, gently pushing away from the kiss. "Wait, we are going to switch places, right?" His eyes were fearful. "It is a prophecy from Anges Nutter, after all."

"Yeah," he breathed, still holding his lover. "Yeah, we can try it. We'll switch places in the morning and after that, hope everything works out."

The angel smiled. "Excellent." He pulled the demon back to him and continued the kiss.

Crowley removed his shirt without breaking the kiss. The touch of the angel's hands on his bare chest sent a rush down his spine as thoughts of loving his angel and facing Heaven tomorrow were battling in his mind. He removed the angel's shirt and gently laid him down on his back. Gabriel wanted Crowley to die and had thought about having Aziraphale doing the deed. "I would do anything for you to survive tomorrow," he murmured into the angel's neck, kissing him.

"As I would I," Aziraphale breathed.

"If Gabriel asked me or…you… to kill me to regain your place in Heaven's side, I will accept it."

"What?" he croaked, his jugular beginning to rapidly pulsate against the demon's lips.

"He wanted to give you an order to kill me. That was clear, angel." He gently placed a kiss on the fearful pulse. "And if there is a chance that trade may come up again, I will accept it." He wasn't sure how he could be calm about it, but he was. There were times where the thought of them eventually trying to kill each other had flittered into his mind, but he knew he would never be able to kill the angel. Aziraphale was a principality and knew how to use a sword. He could handle it.

The angel froze underneath him. "Why?"

"It may be a way for you to survive or get back into Heaven. Who knows what Gabriel will come up with."

Aziraphale grabbed Crowley's arms, making the demon look him in his pleading eyes. "If there is a trade, don't accept it. Please, Crowley!" He dug his fingers into the demon's skin. "I refuse to kill you. I don't care how painless I can make it, I refuse to end your existence! I am not going to kill you for anything or anyone!"

"Angel," he soothed, cupping his beloved's face as tears threatened those blue eyes once more. The angel couldn't love him more than Heaven, could he? "It's alright. I promise, I won't accept–"

Aziraphale kissed him. "I love you, Crowley."

"I love you." He looked at him. "But I'm not worth dying for."