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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 half-demon stretched languidly, not bothering to open his eyes yet. His body ached, but in a delicious way, the way it did only after a night of rousing sex. He smiled and reached out to the body he could sense in bed beside him. So who’s the lucky gal? I hope I can remember her name...
His hand encountered a flat, broad chest and chiseled stomach. Hmmm, so it was a man then. He had been with men before, on occasion, but who...? Abruptly his eyes snapped open as he remembered. His startled gaze flew to the eternally handsome face slumbering beside his. Angel. His Warrior.
At once Doyle recalled all the previous night’s activities: the chill body pressing ardently into his own, the dizzying heights of rapture to which he’d been transported. It had been like no other experience in his short life and suddenly he was longing for more of it. But Angel was still asleep and Doyle was loath to wake him.
He absentmindedly stroked the punctures over his left nipple, still a tad sore from Angel’s bite, and gasped in surprise. There had been an odd...tingle when he touched the sealed wound. When he pressed more firmly, the tingle became a surge of lust so powerful, his dick immediately began to stir.
He darted a glance at the still, beautiful face. Without breath, Angel looked—dead. Well, technically he was dead, but at moments like this the fact was brought forcibly home and Doyle was uncertain how he’d know if Angel were awake or not. It didn’t matter. There was a new erogenous zone on his body and the man was determined to explore it.
He stroked the nipple again, harder this time, and his cock quivered and slapped up against his belly. He stared at his member, wondering if it was possible for him to cum without touching himself there at all. He rubbed harder and clenched his teeth as he attempted to reach orgasm without waking his bed partner.
Angel went from sleep to wakefulness in a second without drifting up through the intervening layers of consciousness as humans did. The scent of human lust was strong in his nostrils and at first he figured the aroma was from last night’s exertions. But the stifled hissing breaths from the person next to him let him know exactly what was going on.
Doyle continued fondling and teasing his swollen nub. This was fantastic, this unexpected source of pleasure. The lightning surges through his body went straight to his groin and his hips undulated slightly even as he tried not to move too much. He imagined those dark eyes turning to gold, those powerful hands grasping him, that lean body rocking ever-so-slowly over his own, that cold cock pulsing inside him... His eyes closed, his body stiffened and he came in a shuddering, silent climax.
He lay panting quietly as he tried to get himself under control. When he opened his eyes and looked to his lover, he squeaked in shock at seeing Angel’s eyes watching him. The vampire smirked and chided him. “You came without me again.”
Doyle chuckled in self-deprecation. “Sorry if I got a head start on ya.”
“Well, I hope you didn’t wear yourself out.” He rolled so quickly onto Doyle the latter was taken aback by his uncanny speed.
“Take it easy, Angel, will ya?” he asked, half chiding, half laughing. “I don’ have the staying power that you do. I’m only half demon, ya know.”
Angel laughed and rubbed his erect nipples against the other’s, delighting in the way the hot body pressed up towards his own. “I’m well aware of that, Francis, though you held your end up pretty well last night.”
Doyle cupped the other man’s buttocks, pinching them. “I’ve got no complaints about your end, all plump and firm in me hands, though ya wouldn’ let me touch it much, ya spoilsport.”
The vampire’s answering grin was sly. “You’ll get plenty of opportunity today. But for now, I’m just looking to have a little breakfast in bed.”
Doyle’s quizzical stare changed to one of realization as Angel ducked his head and began licking off the drying evidence of his self-gratification. Doyle’s stomach quivered as that tongue thoroughly cleaned him. The lower it drifted, the more aroused he got. The tongue thrust into his bellybutton until Doyle whined in anticipation.
The head of the newly erect cock was butting him in the chin but the vampire resolutely ignored it. His chill body slid up against the length of the diminutive frame underneath him. Without warning, he locked his fangs around the left nipple again and re-opened the wounds.
“ANNNNNGEEEELLL!” Doyle screamed at the pain/pleasure that blazed through him. Even after last night and this morning’s experiment, he was completely unprepared for the intensity of this powerful sensation or how quickly it would grab hold of him. For one moment, the world was obliterated in a blinding sheet of white that erupted behind his eyelids. He came back to an awareness of himself being enfolded in the vampire’s embrace while his own hips pumped frantically, his cock splashing his belly once more with semen.
Angel held tightly onto the thrashing body beneath him. Doyle’s obvious frenzy was balm to his undead heart. He was glad beyond the telling that he could induce bliss in his lover so easily.
He wanted to please this man who had come into his life. No matter how annoying Francis may have been on occasion, he had steered Angel onto the right course with little or no reward for himself. He’d brought mortal tenderness where the vampire had never expected to find it. It wasn’t perfect happiness but Angel would take it.
He licked the wounds shut again, purring deep in his throat. Angel lay back and swept his hand through the new accumulation of fluid and brought some to his lips. Doyle watched with wonder the expression of bliss that spread across Angel’s face until he couldn’t stand it any longer. He reached up and pulled those sweet lips down towards his.
Their tongues met and darted into each other’s mouth by turns. Doyle reveled in chasing the taste of his own cum and blood from behind the blunt teeth. Angel teased the seer’s tongue with his and brushed it around the searing space. Human warmth—how could he have gone so long without it?
Thinking of warmth, he recalled how good it felt to be sheathed in Francis’s body and decided an encore was in order. But there would be no punishing sex like the previous night. He didn’t think his lover could take a repeat performance so soon after their last bout. Angel pulled his lips away, even though he was reluctant to deprive himself of the joy of his seer’s kissing. “Francis.”
Doyle couldn’t help shivering when Angel spoke his name in that low tone of voice. It was so...seductive, full of tenderness and promise. No one else had ever said it in quite that way. “Yeah? What is it, Angel?”
The vamp waggled his hips so that his aching cock bobbed. “I want to be inside you again.”
“Don’t forget the lube. I’m still a wee bit tender from last night.”
Angel swirled his fingers in what was left of Francis’s cum on his stomach. “No problems there.” He coated his fingers and pressed one between the spread legs.
The prolonged sexual exercise from last night had loosened the smaller man’s passage to the point where Angel could slide his fingers inside with ease. First one, then two pushed into the moistened hole. Doyle wound one arm around his lover’s shoulders and dragged the vamp’s lips down for a torrid kiss. He bit at those lips, moaned against them, as he flexed his arse around those nimble digits.
There were more than two now as Angel’s fist pumped carefully within him. Angel could feel the heartbeat in the flesh around his hand. It was the eeriest sensation and he was tempted to finish exactly where he was. But this wasn’t what he wanted, not right now.
When he was certain Doyle was ready, Angel removed his hand one finger at a time. He turned the little man around and slid him onto his cock in one even motion. Both men let out a shared groan as the seer’s back came to rest against Angel’s unmoving chest. The vampire grasped the cock in front of his seer’s body and the halfbreed was seized with worry that he was going to be tortured again.
Angel could tell what was on Doyle’s mind and hastened to reassure him. “It’s all right, Francis. Move how you want to, as fast or as slow as you like.”
Doyle smiled in relief and twisted his head back for a quick kiss. Then he began sliding his hips along the thick shaft. On each downward glide, he slammed his hips hard, enjoying the growls Angel expelled. When he pushed up, his cock slid into the immortal’s slick clasp.
Unbelievable satisfaction was being given and received from both ends. The sparks from his prostate caused him to quiver uncontrollably. The stimulation increased as Angel’s left hand wound around his chest and rubbed the newly healed punctures. Doyle gasped and pumped his hips faster. “Harder,” he gritted. “Touch me there, Angel. Harder!”
Angel pistoned his icy cock into Francis’s wet passage as he ruthlessly pinched and twisted the nipple. “Shit! Fuck me, fuck me!” Doyle hissed through his teeth as the ecstasy soared higher. The guttural sounds revealing Angel’s all-too-apparent desire produced vibrations he could feel throughout his entire body. He bounced furiously on Angel’s lap, feeling his balls smack against his vampire lover.
“Cum for me, Francis. Cum for me.” And there was that whisky-laden voice murmuring his name in those sultry tones. Doyle couldn’t hold back any longer. The half-demon shouted as his cock gave up its load. It splashed onto his chest and ran down all over the vampire’s grip. His arse clenched around Angel’s cock causing the vampire to roar as he came, his arm locked tightly around Francis’s waist.
Angel wriggled away from the wet spot and both men rested against the headboard as the exhilaration waned within their frames. Those spines had bloomed all over the half demon’s face again and Angel reached up to touch them inquiringly before they disappeared. They weren’t tough and piercing at all. They were more rubbery in texture like the bristles of a soft brush. “Nice.”
Doyle rubbed his face dreamily against Angel’s hand. “Better than nice, I’d say,” the seer replied.
Doyle let his head loll back on the broad shoulder behind him as his face resumed its ordinary human appearance. Angel listened to his pants for breath and the gradually slowing heartbeat while licking the cum from his hand. Then Francis twitched his arse around the softening cock inside him. “Hey, Angel. Ya got your breakfast in bed. When do I get mine?”
Angel raised one eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, I was thinking along the lines of pancakes and eggs.” When Angel blinked in surprise, Doyle laughed. “Come on, man, after all I’ve been through, I’ve worked up quite the appetite. The least you could do is fix me a meal!”
Angel grinned back and placed a quick kiss on his lips. His mood was expansive and, besides, he considered himself a fair enough cook. He felt glad to oblige his seer in this simple desire. He slid out of the other man and padded to the bathroom. “All right. Just let me wash up first. I’m feeling a bit sticky.”
Doyle ogled that magnificent backside for a moment and then sprang out after him. “Wait for me. I’ll join you.”
The immortal’s stare was significant as he scanned Doyle’s equally nude form. “If you do, breakfast may be indefinitely delayed.”
“I’ll take my chances.” Doyle smacked the vampire on his hefty arse and pelted past him. “Last one to the tub has to scrub the other guy’s back!” Angel snorted and raced after him to the shower.

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