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Before the End of the World	By : QueenB Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2804 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The silence in the underground rooms was oppressive in the extreme. Normally, quiet didn’t bother Angel that much. More than 80 years of his existence had been spent apart from vampires and humans, after all. A few hours should have meant nothing. But, after doing the minimal cleaning his apartment required and putting fresh sheets on the bed, there was precious little to occupy his mind. He considered running the video again, but he had had enough of that.
He strained his ears again for the slightest sound. Doyle was one of the few creatures on earth who could actually surprise him but the sound of his heartbeat and the unique scent of his skin had been stamped indelibly in the vampire’s mind ever since the incident at the clothing store.
The same noise and odor he could detect above him now…
Doyle paused just a little in an attempt to ease his sudden nervousness. Now that the moment was at hand, he found himself hesitating. Why? Ya want him, ya know he wants you. What’s the problem?
It wasn’t guilt. He didn’t have the crazy idea that he was taking advantage of Angel; after all, the vampire had practically attacked him this afternoon. But he remembered his duties to the Powers, the ones that had sent him after Angel in the first place. A sexual liaison probably wasn’t intended to be part of his role as Messenger. What if this new twist on their relationship somehow bolloxed things up?
But he couldn’t figure out how that could be. If it wasn’t meant to happen, surely a vision would have been sent, some kind of painful warning like a thousand screaming migraines, that said “HANDS OFF THE VAMP” and, since that first ardent kiss, there’d been nothing of that nature. So what was he afraid of?
He squared his shoulders and walked down the stairs. Arriving in the dimly lit space, he paused again. It was eerily quiet and there was no sign of Angel. Yet he could feel him nearby. He didn’t know how but Doyle could somehow intuit his presence.
“Doyle?” The serene voice came from his right and he had to restrain a yelp. Now he knew how Cordelia felt.
“Angel! Geez, man, ya scared me out of a year’s growth!”
“Explains the height problem, then,” Angel returned.
Doyle scowled and then gaped. Had the brooding wonder just made a joke? He scanned his face quickly and noted a tiny smile lurking about his mouth. God, that mouth—which had been locked around his swelling dick only hours before. The thought caused him to become erect instantly and it was all he could do to keep from throwing himself into Angel’s arms right then and there.
Angel’s nostrils flared. He immediately picked up on Doyle’s arousal and the quickened heartbeat. He emitted a low growl and swayed ever so slightly towards the smaller man.
Doyle craned his neck up to look at the enormous man standing over him. Angel’s lips were inches from his but the vampire didn’t close the short distance between them. His size seemed to pin the seer in place but he made no further move. Was he waiting for Doyle to make up his mind? The green-eyed man stared at him, engaged in an inward debate.
This close up, there was no denying Angel’s unearthly good looks. The vamp was wearing nothing but a wife-beater, exposing those powerful shoulders, and loose black slacks. His feet were bare.
Did he just get out of bed? With that last thought, Doyle threw caution to the winds. This was no time for reason. Angel had been on his mind for hours now and he was going to have him.
His hands drew up along Angel’s arms and tugged at those broad shoulders. Angel bent his head a little and then they had their arms around each other, as if they were trying to be in each other’s space. Angel put both arms around Doyle’s waist as they kissed.
This kiss wasn’t tender like the first. The moment their lips touched, it was fervent and desperate as if each man were trying to consume the other. One of Doyle’s hands wound into Angel’s hair as he held him close while the other pulled up his T-shirt at the back and touched Angel’s skin.
Groaning, Angel gripped Doyle hard and lifted him clear off the floor. The wet taste of the half-demon’s mouth was almost more than he could endure. Doyle tasted of sunshine and whisky and…avocados? Angel must have muttered this aloud because Doyle drew back to whisper, “Wha? Did ya say something, Angel?”
The vampire didn’t really want to interrupt what they were doing but he couldn’t resist inquiring. “I was wondering why you tasted of avocados.”
Doyle snorted, a laugh bubbling out of him. “It was what they were serving at that little do Cordelia took me to. Actually, there was other stuff but this was the only thing that looked recognizable—and edible.”
Angel bent and sniffed at the other man’s lips. “It’s an—interesting flavor.”
Doyle smirked at him. “Hey, you’re lucky I decided not to try the pork-and-melon combo.”
Angel’s merry chuckle died away as he met Doyle’s eyes again. He pressed his lips against the smaller Irishman’s. All at once he was impatient to feel the other man’s skin against his own. The remembrance of Doyle’s ancestor came into his mind and the sensation of newness and wonder returned. It was like the first time, when he’d had his first sexual encounter with another man, and the sweet ache of the memory added a special dimension to the moment.
He half-carried Doyle to the bedroom and managed to lower him gently to the bed without breaking their liplock. He was careful not to crush the smaller man as he settled besides him. He broke the kiss with regret as he began pulling the clothes from Doyle’s body.
Doyle laughingly protested, “Hey, watch it, that’s real silk!”
Angel paused to give him a broad smile. “That’s all right. If I tear it, I’ll buy you a new one.” But he was more careful as he proceeded and the affectionate attention he gave to each inch of skin as it was revealed made Doyle both thankful and wild to feel more.
He pulled at Angel’s T-shirt. “Don’t you think you ought to get started undressing? I don’ want to be the only one naked here.”
Angel halted in the act of pulling off Doyle’s trousers. “Fine. Let’s do this together.”
It must have been the clumsiest strip in history as the two alternately removed their own clothes and each other’s. Doyle bit back a smile when he saw Angel’s black boxers. Silk. Naturally.
Then Angel shrugged them off and the other man’s eyes widened.
Okay, he’d figured that Angel would be a trifle…oversized. He was definitely taller than average with those broad shoulders, big hands, big feet—and what was it they said about men with big feet?—and it stood to reason that everything else would be in proportion. But he hadn’t expected—all of a sudden, Doyle wasn’t so sure he could go through with this.
The vampire sensed the new tenseness in his bed partner. “Doyle? Is something the matter?”
“Not a thing, man…only I think I may have bitten off more than I can chew, so to speak.”
Angel followed his gaze downward and smirked. “Hey, if there’s any biting to be done here, I’m going to do it.” The joke had the desired effect. The half-demon laughed out loud and his fears dissipated somewhat. This was an entirely different Angel he was seeing and he wondered if the one who always seemed obsessed with misery was only a mask he wore.
The vampire noted his thoughtful expression and thought Doyle was still concerned about the impending invasion of his body. He caressed the smaller man’s hip and kissed him lightly. “If you’re worried, you can do it to me. That is, if you want.”
The other Irishman drew back in surprise. He’d just assumed that Angel would be the top. It seemed as if that would be the natural turn of events after what the vampire had said to him this afternoon. He took a deep breath. He knew what he’d been thinking about all night and he wasn’t going to back out now.
“I want—I want ya inside me. It’s just…ya got anything to prepare me with? ‘Cause otherwise it’s gonna be a rough ride.”
Angel smiled and for the first time looked a little sheepish. He reached over to the dresser beside the bed and pulled open a drawer. Doyle craned his neck and saw what looked like two or three brand new cylinders of lube. His eyebrows shot halfway up to his hairline as he looked at the abashed vampire. “Well, aren’ ya the proper boyscout? Were ya that sure of yaself?”
Angel averted his eyes and Doyle could have sworn that he was blushing. “No, it’s just—well, I’d hoped and actually…I bought them right after we kissed. I know you said you wanted Cordelia but there was always the chance that you’d change your mind.” He stopped and gazed at the small man in apprehension. “Have you changed your mind? Because if you have…”
The green eyes twinkled with mirth. “Are ya kidding me? After all this? I’m really kinda flattered ya thought me worth the effort. Now come here, ya big lug, and kiss me again.” Angel grinned and proceeded to do just that.
Man, he is a great kisser. Doyle gloried in mute appreciation as that cool tongue brushed over his parted lips, flicked at his upper palate and tickled the sensitive soft spot just behind it. He ran his fingers along the chest above his, briefly scratching the nipples, and over the wide expanse of back. Angel growled against the other man’s lips in reaction. The thrumming sensation was eerily reminiscent of the afternoon and Doyle shivered at the memory.
Feeling a hand drifting down his stomach towards his erection, Doyle moaned and pushed up his hips. He gasped as one cool fist wrapped around his cock. The vampire started with slow, languid strokes and watched as a high flush worked its way across the half-demon’s neck and face.
Doyle couldn’t get over how great it felt. This was so much better than his fantasies. He reached around and gripped Angel’s buttocks firmly, squeezing them as Angel had clutched his.
The stroking was having its desired effect. Between Angel’s kisses and his firm handling, Doyle could sense his own climax approaching. He wrenched his mouth away from the vampire’s encroaching tongue and tried to push him away. “Angel. Please, ya gotta move back a bit.”
Angel withdrew slightly but never stopped the steady fondling of his lower hand. “What is it? You want me to stop?”
“Don’ ya dare!” the other Irishman gasped. “It’s just—GAAAH!” At that last incoherent syllable, his body bent and he came all over his stomach as he lost control of his demonic visage. His skin turned dark olive and spines broke out all over his face and hands. He lay there for a moment taking deep dragging breaths as his face slowly resumed its more mundane appearance.
The vampire stared in surprise. This, he hadn’t expected. His face usually changed, too, when he came. But he hadn’t known Doyle might be similarly affected. “That happen all the time?”
Doyle turned his face away in shame. “Yeah, pretty much. Once Harry found out, she liked to watch and I didn’t have to hold back wit’ her. But most other people don’t know and I always have to control it or have sex in the dark. As ya can imagine, it kinda takes something away from the experience.”
The vampire nuzzled the averted cheek. The other man was upset about what had just happened; he had to show Doyle it didn’t matter. “Doyle. Look at me.” The green-eyed man didn’t move so Angel gripped his chin and forcefully pulled his face around. Doyle brought his eyes up to meet the vampire’s yellow gaze. Angel grinned, exposing a mouthful of fangs. “Does this bother you?”
Doyle smiled back. He knew where Angel was going with this. “Naw, man, of course not. But tha’s different.”
Suddenly the vamp lunged with preternatural swiftness at his neck. Doyle caught his breath in shock and then relaxed as only moist kisses were pressed all along the base of his throat. The larger man lifted his head again. “Do you trust me, Doyle?” When the seer hesitated, Angel repeated the question sharply. “Do you trust me?”
“Hell, ya know I do,” was the soft reply.
“Do you trust me not to lose my soul and rip your jugular out?”
Doyle felt his mouth go a little dry. He’d been concerned about that very possibility but was certain Angel would never let it go that far. “Yeah, I trust ya.”
The taller man bent to lick Doyle’s neck again and murmured, “Then what’s a few spines between friends?”
Any response he might have made was lost as Angel’s lips once more claimed his own. Their tongues played with each other’s as the fire rose between them again. Doyle cautiously explored Angel’s mouth behind his fangs. He was thrilled that he could experience those sharp points of bone without fear and swirled his tongue boldly inside that dangerous opening.
He gave a muffled squeak as a cool digit prodded his sphincter. Doyle tried to relax as it slowly pushed its way within him. He felt an unexpected slickness and realized Angel must have coated his fingers with the lube. When had he done that? Angel, you’re a sly dog an’ no mistake. He spread his legs and moaned into the vampire’s mouth as more fingers were added.
Working those fingers skillfully inside that warm passage, Angel twisted them until he found the prostate. Doyle’s groan of pleasure was something he could feel the entire length of his body and he made certain he hit that spot often. The halfbreed clutched at Angel’s shoulders and rocked his hips shamelessly, chasing those teasing fingers.
Angel’s expert twisting and probing were causing a current of ecstasy to run through him every time that magical bit of flesh inside him was stroked. He sighed ruefully as those fingers were gently removed.
But when Angel tried to move between the smaller man’s legs, he flipped over onto his stomach. The vamp ran a chill hand down his spine and watched in delight the fine path of gooseflesh left in its wake. “Doyle?”
“We should do it like this, Angel. My little skin problem, remember?”
Angel shook his head in exasperation. “Doyle, I thought we’d settle this.”
The other man looked back and grinned. “I know. I just don’ want to put your eyes out on me spines.”
“You’re already putting my eyes out,” Angel murmured as he ran an appreciative eye over the slender backside. Still, the half-demon had a point. He hadn’t considered that particular hazard. And other people only have to worry about condoms.
“Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me.” He casually flipped the smaller man over. Doyle bit back a gasp at that easy show of strength. “And I promise I won’t hurt you, though I wouldn’t mind if you screamed a little.”
Angel’s roguish grin made Doyle eager and rather nervous. There was something in that statement, both threat and promise, that made his heart race. Angel picked up the thudding noise at once and had to restrain himself from attacking the younger halfbreed.
He bent his head to kiss Doyle once more—hard, demanding, greedy kisses that caused the mortal to pant harshly for air whenever the vampire allowed him to breathe. He swept one hand down the seer’s chest and brushed a nail across one peaked nub. Doyle arched upward as Angel continued nibbling his throat and sucked hard, leaving a slight red bruise on the bobbing Adam’s-apple. He gazed at the reddened spot and murmured, “Vedi allegro e bel diletto aver quel collo fra le braccia stretto e fare in quella gola un picciol segno.”
Doyle blinked. The words barely registered through the haze of desire enveloping him. “What-what did you say?” Angel muttered against his chest and Doyle frowned. “I didn’t catch that.”
Angel’s face was a study in embarrassment as he gazed up at Doyle. “It’s a line from Italian verse. It means, ‘Think of the fine, gay delight of having that neck tight in your arms and making a little mark on that throat.’”
The man recites poetry in bed. That’s a new wrinkle and no mistake. One finger grazed the tepid cheekbone nearest him. Doyle was moved almost beyond words. “That’s sweet, Angel. I mean that. No one’s ever quoted Italian to me before—not under these circumstances at any rate. You’re full of surprises. Makes me wonder what else you’ve got in store.”
The vampire looked relieved as if he’d been afraid Doyle would laugh. He resumed the kissing and brushed his fingers down the fluttering belly. Angel felt the slim legs part under him and slid between the waiting space. He stretched out carefully over Doyle’s body and eased his cockhead past the first outer ring of muscle.
A whistling sigh rose out of Doyle. God, the coldness of it was strange, the sensation wholly unlike anything in his experience. The vamp thrust in slowly, inch by torturous inch, filling Doyle a little more each time. He paused after each motion to let the seer adjust to his size. When the bulging head brushed over his prostate, the seer moaned deeply, clutching Angel’s arse to him. “Angel. Don’t stop. Man, that feels great.”

Angel was doing his best to rein himself in; for him the night was just getting started. He pushed until he was fully enclosed inside that hot passage. Then he stopped.
The seer’s breath was hitching in his throat as he tried to accommodate the enormous cock inside him. He could feel his guts contracting and quivering. He was stuffed full, almost to bursting, but it hurt in a good way. It hovered just below the threshold of pain and he knew it would only get better. But—something was wrong. Why had Angel stopped moving?
The vampire was staring down at him with an expectant expression on his features and Doyle was confused. “Angel? What happened? Why’d ya stop?”
The vampire lowered his head and sniffed ostentatiously. “You came before you got here tonight, didn’t you?” When the seer flushed in embarrassment, he elaborated. “I could smell it on you. On your clothes, I mean. That’s the thing about silk—it retains stains and odors a little too well. Makes it a bitch to clean.”
“I-well, yeah. So what?”
Angel’s face took on a sorrowful cast. “You got started without me. I’m hurt. Why didn’t you wait?”
Doyle wriggled around Angel’s cock. His own was one pulsating ache and he wondered when Angel was going to do something about it. “Fer cryin’ out loud, man, what did ya expect? Ya got me all worked up from that little session in the clothing store and then left me hanging. What else was I supposed to do?”
“That’s hardly an excuse. I was hot and mad for you. But I held it in; I waited. I didn’t want to cum until I was inside you. Why couldn’t you stay ready for me?”
Doyle shifted impatiently. Angel had given a few tentative thrusts while he was speaking but stopped immediately afterwards as if waiting for the other’s answer. “Angel, I didn’t know until the last minute that I’d be here. All through the night I kept remembering what ya did to me, the things ya said, and the pain got so bad I just had to jerk off or die from blue balls.”
Angel laughed. “Damn, Doyle, I thought you knew better than that. You can’t die from being horny. But I guess we’ll find out just how long you can last.”
Angel began thrusting again. This time, he reached down and squeezed his hand around the base of the other man’s erection. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt but Doyle moaned in dismay. Angel lowered his voice to a deep whisper. “Since you came already without you you don’t get to cum again until I do.”
Doyle’s eyes widened at the implication of that statement. Angel grinned at his apprehension and resumed pressing his cold length back and forth in the yielding body beneath him.
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“Please.”
“Please.”
How long had it been? Doyle knew it had been late when they started but had no idea of how many minutes (or had it been hours?) had passed since this prolonged torture began. Time had ceased to have any meaning. There was nothing but this—this room, this bed and the immortal fucking him. Angel’s thrusts had gradually increased in speed and force until the slim man’s head had been pushed repeatedly into the pillow. But each time Angel had been on the verge of cumming, the vampire had either slowed down his movements to a crawl or ceased them entirely.
And he had been close several times—Doyle could tell. The gorgeously sculpted body over him would acquire a certain tense stillness. The chocolate gaze would flicker from brown to amber and back again. But his control never faltered.
Time and again he drove Doyle to the brink, brought him close to cumming. Again and again, he would pause, casually fondling the halfbreed’s aching cock or nipples as he waited for the little man’s need to fade slightly. Doyle’s erection never subsided; Angel made certain he was kept stiff and wanting. But no matter how much Doyle begged the vampire wouldn’t let him cum. Not yet.
Doyle had tried everything. When he had caressed Angel’s body, the vamp had grasped his wrists in one big hand and pinned them over his head. Clenching his arse muscles around that cold rod, wrapping his legs around his thighs—nothing had worked. Angel simply held him down and kissed him until he grew dizzy from breathlessness and all his intentions flew from his mind.
A thin sheen of sweat covered the half-demon’s body, his eyes glazed over from denied release. His voice fell from shouts and moans to low whimpers. Mindless whispers and pleas echoed around the room. They were the outcries of a body yearning for release from its tormentor. However, the vampire had no intention of releasing him until he was satisfied.
At one point Angel had withdrawn from his body completely, causing Doyle to cry out in disappointment. He looked up to see Angel smirk and then those soft lips had slid over the head of his cock before swallowing him. Angel bobbed his head and coated the shaft liberally with his saliva. The cock pulsed maddeningly in his mouth, the blood so close to the surface he could almost taste it. He lapped at the vein underneath and gave in to the temptation to expose his fangs. He nibbled tantalizingly at the ridge below the cockhead.
The seer gasped at the sight of those sharp fangs near his sensitive equipment. The possibility of castration should have paralyzed him with fear but it had the opposite effect. He was so hard now it was an agony.
If the blowjob in the changing room had been great, this was awesome by comparison. There was no distraction, no fear that they might be discovered or stopped. The vampire was giving him his full attention and the friction was rapidly bringing Doyle close to fulfilling his need. He gritted his teeth and gave in to the urge to thrust his cock into that adept mouth, fangs or no fangs.
But the vampire knew. He could sense how close Doyle was to cumming, could hear it in his heartbeat and the rushing blood in his veins. He halted what he was doing and let the shaft slip out of his mouth.
“Shit, Angel! Don’t stop! I’m beggin’ ya, man! Please, please let me cum!” The words should have been a shout but they emerged as a ragged whimper; the smaller Irishman simply lacked the strength to raise his voice.
Angel sucked at those lips and lapped his tongue inside that gaping mouth. He paused to let Doyle breathe again and sat up on folded haunches. He grasped the small body beneath his and yanked the little man onto his jutting erection. Doyle yelped at the abruptness of that move but immediately wrapped his arms around Angel’s neck and hung on tightly as the vampire resumed his earlier movements.
“Francis.” The use of his given name startled Doyle. No one except his ex-wife Harriet ever called him that anymore. The last thing he had expected was hearing it now in the midst of this most intimate of acts. He tilted his head back to stare at the vampire slowly moving within him.
Angel’s gaze caught his, dared him not to look away. “Francis. Is this how you imagined it? Is this what you were thinking about tonight? You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted me? Tell me.”
That last utterance was low but the demand in it was unmistakable. Angel stopped moving again as he waited for a response, and the man astride him could have wept. Couldn’t anything break his concentration at all? Doyle tried moving his body along the thick shaft impaling him, but Angel held his thighs in an iron grip, pinning him in place.
“Yes, Angel, I wanted ya. I want ya now. Please, ya got to let me cum. I need to cum. I can’t stand it any more.” He let his head drop onto the muscular shoulder in front of him as if too exhausted to continue.
The vampire looked down at the evidence of Doyle’s frustrated desire. The half-demon’s cock was a deep red, almost purple, from the pent-up blood. His testicles were swollen and distended. The vampire idly plucked at a chest hair and felt Doyle’s entire body shudder. He was so sensitive now the slightest touch could produce a reaction.
The vampire decided to take pity on him. The seer had lasted a long while, longer than the immortal would have expected. Chalk it up to his demon side; it must grant him more stamina. Now it was time for him to be rewarded. Angel pressed him down onto the bed again and sped up his thrusts. He was suddenly eager to cum, too, as he savagely fucked the other man into the mattress. From the frantic sounds rising beneath him, it didn’t seem as if Doyle minded.
“YesyesyesyesAngeldontstopdontstoppleasethatsitplease.” Doyle’s hips snapped up again and again as he pressed himself against the cold body dominating him, completing him. His hands grabbed the lean hips as he ground his heels into the bed. That huge cock was battering him, sending hot waves of pleasure rippling through his frame, while that delicious voice whispered to him. Phrases in broken Gaelic that he could barely piece together were breathed in his ear and the combined impressions were nearly enough to send him hurtling over the precipice.
But he remembered what Angel had said. He couldn’t cum until the vampire did. Doyle bit his lip until it bled and strove to contain himself.
Angel smelled the blood and shivered softly in reaction. He sucked the lip into his mouth, moaning as the faint trickle fell on his tongue. Warm, salty, brimming with life—this delicate sample of Doyle’s blood was awesome. The lip was like a tiny heart beating into his mouth. The potent tang was all that was needed to finish the experience. He released the kiss-swollen lip just as his climax arrived.
Finally Doyle felt it. The large frame above his went rigid again and stream after stream of cold seed poured into his body and down the crack of his arse. His whole body shook with the impression of cold within and without. His own cock leapt up and at last the desperately craved release came to him. His hoarse groans rose into the air as seemingly endless spurts of fluid poured out.
Angel growled as the smell of warm human semen rose around him. The strong scent of Doyle’s arousal and restrained need had filled the room throughout the long hours of their coupling. This final demonstration of his Messenger’s desire was lovely. He shuddered and came again in the spasming passage.
Doyle’s body lay flung out in the last shimmering waves of passion. He was understandably worn out; he didn’t think movement was possible even if the PTB sent another of their skull-crushing visions. Nevertheless, he sighed unhappily when Angel pulled out of him. He had felt so full, so whole, as if nothing else in the world had existed except the two of them. It was a shame to have the feeling disappear.
However, the vampire had more surprises in store for his yielding bed partner. When Doyle felt those generous fingers cupping his own small arse, he didn’t even bother lifting his head. He couldn’t muster up the strength for curiosity. Then his eyes flew open and his entire body flinched as he felt Angel’s tongue pushing into his rectum.
Disbelief filled him as he stared down the length of his body at the vampire crouched between his legs. Angel was busily sucking out his own juices from Doyle’s arse as he tugged the seer’s body insistently towards his mouth. Doyle’s fantasies had held many things but felching hadn’t been included among them. Almost 200-odd years of varied sexual experience lay between his legs and he’d barely seen the beginning of it. He reached down and combed his fingers through Angel’s hair. As that tongue delved into his body, he felt himself beginning to tremble.
“Oh, yeah, Angel. That’s—that’s incredible. More. Just...” The agile tongue curled and twisted inside and stroked his inner walls and coherent speech became impossible. Doyle was erect again in moments even though he had thought there was no more energy left within him. He sobbed and rolled his hips forward onto that teasing bit of flesh.
The seer’s excitement had returned; Angel could feel it in the writhing body clutched in his hands. That cock had hardened and slapped up against Doyle’s stomach directly in front of him but the vampire wouldn’t touch it. When Doyle’s hands crept forward to grasp the aching flesh, they were pinned firmly to his sides while Angel continued to probe his interior.
A soft whimper was the only protest Doyle would make. He was too afraid Angel would stop what he was doing. Cool hands stroked his thighs while Angel lifted his head and made shushing sounds. “Relax, Francis. Let me finish this.”
Doyle groaned; what choice did he have? However, he couldn’t find it in himself to complain as Angel resumed his attentions. And what thorough attentions they were. He continued tonguing the half-demon and when humming was added... Doyle felt the gathering tenseness over his body that signaled his approaching orgasm.
Doyle shouted and Angel felt his lover’s body spasm as another climax seized him. Those green spines re-emerged and Angel remembered just in time to release his hands. The minute sampling of Doyle’s blood was still fresh on his tongue and the sight of those green eyes shifting to red and back again, the smell of spunk everywhere, created a yearning to savor more of it. One look at those spines and he knew he didn’t want to risk biting the tempting throat. But the body had so many other enchanting spots to choose from...
Angel drew himself up along the other man and clasped the slight frame in his arms. The vampire ran his hands soothingly over Doyle’s back, simply enjoying the feel of the other’s skin for the moment. He waited for the trembling excitement to ebb a little before he spoke. “Francis, there’s something I want to ask, something I still want.”
Doyle rested his head against the broad chest in front of him, almost too tired to speak. “Angel, please. I don’t think I can manage any more. The spirit’s willin’ but the flesh is definitely weak.”
“You don’t have to do anything. I just—just let me taste you, Francis.” A pink tongue darted out to lick the fangs that had abruptly re-appeared.
“Taste me…?” The seer’s heart raced as he realized what Angel wanted. Well, he did trust him, didn’t he?
He gulped and nodded slowly. “Go ahead then. Do it.” He sighed and leaned his head back, exposing his throat.
Angel smirked at that customary display. Why did humans always imagine the jugular the only point of interest for vampires? Of course, vampires did little to change that image and he wasn’t going to lecture Doyle about it now. He resumed kissing the diminutive seer gently, stoking the desire he could sense just waiting to be coaxed out. He let his hands roam all over that luscious body, squeezing and caressing every spot he could reach.
Doyle sighed in resignation. He had been hoping Angel would let him take it easy but he was getting excited again and his body starting to shake. He had thought the bite would be fairly straightforward but it seemed the vampire had something else in mind.
His ridges had formed and the fangs descended but he held back, fondling Doyle’s dick and cupping his balls, until he heard the heart begin to stutter in the other man’s chest. Just as the seer’s breath began to quicken, Angel pressed his lips around the left nipple where the heartbeat was strongest. He licked it once and bit into the aureole.
“SHIT!!!” Doyle’s spine arched as he buried his hands in Angel’s hair. The impulse to rip those fangs from his chest faded almost immediately as he felt the sharp pain blur into a bizarre pleasure. A violent cry Angel was certain was meant to be his name tore from his lover’s throat as the body under his climaxed again.
Angel smiled around the turgid nipple as he continued sucking. The rapid heartbeat pounded, sending the tasty blood into his mouth. It provided a bewitching counterpoint to the sweet liquid trickling into his dead body. Doyle’s blood had a unique flavor unlike anything he’d ever tasted. His lips pulled fiercely and he flicked the rough nub with his tongue, scouring it for more of that lovely taste.
The seer held Angel close as he wrapped his legs around the large body spread like a blanket across his. He tugged the fangs into his chest in rhythm with the flexing around his nipple. Why had he waited so long? If he had known this was what being with Angel would be like, he would never have denied the vampire when he kissed him so many days ago. He cried out at another measured pull at his chest and felt himself cumming once more.
Angel could have spent another blissful hour indulging in the joy of this experience but he sensed how truly fatigued Doyle was. He reluctantly removed his lips from the erect nipple and licked the twin punctures shut. Angel lay down and held his lover close. The vampire allowed himself to luxuriate in the heat pouring from the half-demon’s skin.
Doyle was breathing in loud, heaving gasps, his face red from the flush bathing it. The mortal heart beat against his chest as if it could stir motion from the dead organ within his own. He affectionately kissed the sweat from the small man’s forehead. “Francis. I’m so glad you came to me tonight.”
Doyle nodded wearily. He fought off the sleep he could feel dragging at him to peer into those dark eyes. “Angel, you’re alright, aren’ ya? I mean...”
Angel smiled sadly; he knew what Doyle was asking. “It’s okay. My soul’s intact. Angelus won’t be making an appearance.”
Doyle didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. So Angel hadn’t achieved perfect happiness with him. Well, he knew better than most that orgasms alone didn’t make people happy.
Doyle sighed and threw an arm over the still body beside him. He was definitely happy at any rate. He loved Angel and, if the vamp could keep his soul and have terrific sex with him, it would mean more nights like this. The seer thought he could live with that.
Angel could guess what was going through Doyle’s mind. He loved his Messenger but Doyle wasn’t his soulmate. After all, that had been the cause of his soul loss with Buffy. But he cherished every moment he spent with this infuriating, charming, intrusive fellow Irishman. These past hours with him had been like a gift Doyle had given him, one he could never forget. He closed his eyes as he reveled in the feeling of Doyle’s blood rushing through his own veins. It was at moments like this when he could almost feel himself alive again.
He felt his companion shiver a little. The heat from their exertions was ebbing. The vamp reached down and pulled the blanket over both of their bodies. “Get to sleep. You need to rest.”
Doyle shifted closer and yawned. He couldn’t keep his eyes open anyway. Still, he didn’t miss Angel’s whisper. “You’ll need your strength for the morning, after all.”
Doyle looked at Angel’s smiling face with alarm. Jaysus, was he going to have to go through all this again? “Angel, man, have a heart. I’m never at my best in the mornings.”
“Well, neither am I. I’m used to sleeping during the day, you know. I’ll keep it short. Two, three hours, tops.” Angel winked at him. Before Doyle could protest again, the vampire sealed his mouth shut with a passionate kiss. “Go to sleep, Francis.”
What else could he do? He closed his eyes and, in spite of his apprehension (and curiosity at just what the immortal creature beside him had in mind for the wee hours), he let sleep overtake him at last.

TBC
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