Betrayed

Betrayed

Chapter Four

Author: Tygerlily

Email: Angelusblood@yahoo.com

Rating: R possible Nc-17

Spoilers: Everything up to Anne

Summary: Buffy and Doyle meet, stuff happens

Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be. It's depressing really. ::sniff::sniff::

Author's Note: The whole thing with 'Ken' went down but Lily doesn't exist. I know the song I’m using just recently came out but I like the lyrics so much. Also I went on the hunt for Gaelic translations so if they’re incorrect or whatever feel free to let me know but then also please send the corrections…

7. Song: Deora AR Mo Chroi by Enya
8. Riley is a big no show in this world, it wouldn’t work otherwise and who likes him anyway?
9. This is a B/D fic; there will be some serious Angel angst


Chapter Four – Mo Chroi


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Ba degas an lá go oíche
Na glórtha binne i mo thaobh
'S aoibhneas i gach áit gan gruaim
Áthas ar mo chroí go deo
He-a-ro
He-a-o-ro


Doyle could feel himself slowly coming into consciousness, groaning as he felt the suns’ bright rays filtering into the dimly lit room. He went to lift one hand to shield his eyes from the offending light but was unable to as he was pinned beneath something soft and but hard at the same time. He let his eyes flutter for a few moments until he gradually became use to the light. His gazed down on to the bed lowering his lashes to find a happy medium.

Golden tresses were highlighted by the suns’ rays streaming in from the outside. They fell over the forms back and face bathing her in brilliant shimmering colors of gold and brown. Just beneath the golden stands, a honey golden tanned form lay. His gaze fell further down, coming upon a pair of full pink lips curved in the slightest hint of a smile. Bright blue eyes continued on their travels and settled on a pert little nose and just as he had the night before, he gave into the overwhelming urge to lean over and give it a soft kiss.

The mere brush of his lips did nothing to wake the sleeping beauty next to him and he felt more assured. He shifted a bit and managed to roll to the side so he could continue to gaze upon her with loving eyes. She sighed as she rolled onto her back and then snuggled back down into the warmth of the bed but not before throwing a very naked leg across his thigh.

The Irishman had to suppress a groan as the feeling of her pressing her still wet sex against him. He threw his head back and let his eyes flutter close as he felt his manhood begin to harden, pressed between both their stomachs. Doyle maneuvered them until he was comfortably lying between her spread thighs. Looking down on her sleeping face, he lifted a trembling hand to trace her delicate features. His fingers gently brushed the hair away from her face his fingers lingering on the column of her neck marveling at the softness of the flesh he found there.

Nothing he did seemed to bring his beautiful Slayer to consciousness. As he moved down her body with ease the brush of his unshaven chin brushed against the soft skin of her taut body. He stopped briefly to nuzzle her breast, his lips grazing the sides of them as he continued on his journey downward. His hands glided down her body his lips following the same trail.

When he came upon her navel he dipped his tongue inward and he was rewarded with a small moan. Through their growing connection, he could feel her heartbeat as if it were his own. His lips continued their journey downward, nuzzling against the soft skin of her lower stomach.

He tasted her hesitantly at first not wanting to wake her too soon, Doyle moaned softly in response as she began to arch off the bed. Soon he became more confident and moved his tongue into her then out again to suckle lightly on her clit. All the while small moans and mewling sound continued to escape her. When he slowly slid two fingers into her, she bucked up off the bed and cried out his name and he knew that his love was awake.

Now that she was awake he became more aggressive in his administrations. His name continued to fall from her lips as she came closer to falling over the edge, with every lick and nip of his teeth she gripped the bedding tighter and began to thrash about on the bed. Knowing that she was close he took her clit between his lips and gently nipped at it, sending her over the edge.

As she came back down, Doyle had his head rested against her thigh. Listening to her labored breathing, he gently ran his han and and down her calf hoping to clam her. The scent of her arousal and completion surrounded him and in all honesty he was content to fall asleep right then and there but his raging hard on pressed up against the bed was in need for some serious attention.

Doyle felt the gentle scratching of nails on his scalp; he gave one last soft lick to her still wet center and began to crawl back up her body leaving soft kisses on her skin along the way. He propped himself up on his on his elbows making sure that she knew how unsatisfied he was.

Clear blue eyes stared down into soft green ones. Buffy slowly slid her hands into his soft short locks and gently pulled him down into a heated kiss. She lifted her hips toward his manhood letting him know that she was ready for him. He continued to kiss her softly as he gently slid inside of her. As he pushed inside her she took his bottom lip between her teeth and suckled softly. Their eyes slid shut as he was buried to the hilt, both unmoving as they savored the feeling of being apart of the other.

Eventually Doyle pulled out slowly and slid back in just as slow. They started a slow soft rhythm not in any rush to finish the act, the entire time whispering endearments of Gaelic into her ear. Though their lovemaking slowslow it was full of passion and fire, Doyles’ arms began to tremble with the effort of holding himself above her for so long, both we’re close and his thrust became quicker and less even. Doyle was the first to fall over and shoot his warm seed into her womb, the sensation alone sent Buffy spiraling in orgasm herself.

Burying his face in her neck when he came the sound of his names falling from her lips in nothing but a whisper as she came brought a smile to his lips, he gently kissed the pulse point on her neck before fully collapsing on top of her.


After both their breathing had evened out Doyle rolled of the tiny blonde and then pulled her into his arms. As Buffy laid her head on his chest, Doyle felt her yawn and told her to sleep. Kissing her crown he looked up at the ceiling, he knew that there were going to be tough roads ahead but nothing could take away from this moment.

Just before falling asleep himself he whispered two precious words into the shell of her ear and at hearing it the Slayer smiled.

“Mo Chroi”


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A few hours later Doyle looked on as he watched his Slayer sleep. He still couldn’t believe that she was here and in his arms. It was well past noon but he didn’t have the heart to wake her. He had already called Cordelia at the office earlier, warning her of gang vampires that were going to cause some trouble in the sewers only a few blocks from the agency.

He knew that she and Angel could take care of the situation easily. He also knew what he was doing was dangerous for both himself and the tiny Slayer. Though it was dangerous he was willing to risk it all to keep a beauty like Buffy in his bed and his heart. The Brachen demon was pulled from his musings as the lithe little body that occupied his bed began to stir.

Buffy began to climb out from under the cover of sleep slowly but surely. The first thing she noticed was that she was not in her own bed and that she was very naked but at the same time very sated. Stretching out like a little kitten and sighing contently she slowly opened her eyes and was greeted with a warm smile from her lover. Doyle just cocked his head to the side and gazed upon the tiny blonde that lay in his bed with lust filled eyes. No other women had ever had such an affect on him before.

“Good Morning” she murmured as she continued to come out from under the cover of sleep. Doyle looked toward the drawn shades and then to the clock across the room and finally his eyes once again rested on the Slayer.

“More like ‘Good Afternoon’” he said softly as he padded across the room and slipped into the bed beside her. He lay back on the soft pillows and pulled the golden haired Slayer into his arms. Buffy sighed softly and snuggled deeper into the embrace while laying her head on her Irishman’s’ chest. After a few minutes of a comfortable silence Buffy picked her head up from his chest and green eyes locked with blue.

“This is dangerous” it wasn’t a question and he knew it.

“Very” he replied softly, they both knew that if one ensouled vampire ever found out about the two of them; heads would roll… literally.

Buffy sighed heavily and sat up in the bed taking the sheet and holding it to her chest as she looked at Doyle still reclined back on the bed with the sheet riding low on his hips. She had to re-focus her thoughts, she never knew that her mind could wander so easily but then again she knew what that man could make her body feel. The little blonde knew that she had to make her feelings and expectations known… she didn’t just sleep with anyone for the sake of sleeping with them.

“I don’t… I don’t want this to end… whatever it is. I know that there is something here and… I refuse to give it up just because Angel might become an issue. I know that I was with him before and that he’s your friend now but I remember that night from a little over a year ago and… I mean do you know how long it took for that night to NOT be on my mind all the time…” Buffy smiled softly at the memory and Doyle smiled softly as he remembered that particular night as well. She then sighed heavily and continued on…

“… Anyway I just needed to tell you that… I thinkybe…ybe… “ she bit her lip not really knowing how to continue she really didn’t want to mess things up by saying too much too soon.

“Out with it lass, I’m dying over here with anticipation” he said with a slight smile to lighten the mood. Though he already knew what his little Slayer was going to say he just had to hear the words himself. Taking a deep breath she spoke…

“I’m in love with you”

An ghrian 's an ghealach ar mo chúl
Nil uaim ach smaointe ó mo shaoil
Deora ar mo chroí go brón
He-a-ro
He-a-ro
He-a-o-ro


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Mo ghradh-sa tha i mar an ròs
'S an Og-mhios thig fo bhlàth
Neo mar an ceòl as bòidhche fonn
Is òrain binn 'nam bàrd;
Gur h-eireachdail do phearsa, ghaoil,
Gur domhainn dut mo ghràdh,
'S gu sìorraidh chaoidh cha trèig mi thu,
Fhad 's a bhios muir air tràigh.


Doyle just smiled softly at the tiny blondes’ confession. He knew that he’s feelings were in no way unrequited. As he looked at her he couldn’t help the over whelming amount of love he felt for this remarkable young women in front of him. He also couldn’t help the waves of lust that had just crashed into his body. She looked absolutely delectable sitting there all bed tousled and thoroughly loved and what made the picture even better was that he knew she looked that way because of him.

At the time his lust filled mind wasn’t quite functioning properly and he began to mumble under his breath all of it entirely too low for Buffy to hear except for one phrase.

“táim i ngrá leat” he whispered softly

This caused Buffy to look up from the spot on the bed she found so interesting only a few moments before. She vaguely recognized the words but wasn’t too sure as to what they meant. All the time she and Angel had spent together one of the things they did to pass the time was that he’d read poems to her by the fire in the mansion but many of them were in Gaelic.

“What did you say” she asked softly, almost too afraid to know the answer

At this Doyle looked up and locked eyes with the little blonde. Knowing that there was no real way to lie to her not that he would anyway he spoke softly the words in a language she could understand.

“I’m in love with you.”

Buffy’s shocked expression caused Doyle to sigh softly and reiterate what he had said moments before.

“I said I’m in love with you.”

She shook her head slightly trying to clear her head, Buffy could’ve sworn she heard him say that he loved her but that just couldn’t be right… could it?

“No I heard you and… well do you really mean that?” she looked up at him with nothing but hope and love shinning through her emerald depths, All the Brachen demon could do was growl softly and pull the tiny blonde down next to him and proceed to show her how much he meant what he had said.


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The room was dark and no the only light that illuminated the room was one that belong to a slowly dying flicker of a candle. The scent of vanilla filled the room and the figure slouched down in the chair inhaled the intoxicating aroma deeply. As soon as he had returned to the agency earlier that day he instantly went downstairs to his apartment and locked himself in. His heart hurt just a little as he watched her walk off with Doyle into the light with a bounce in her step and a sparkle in her eyes that used to be reserved solely for him.

He also knew that he shouldn’t be jealous and that Doyle was probably just being nice. Sighing heavily as he listened to Cordelia rant upstairs through the elevator shaft, ever since he came home and locked himself downstairs she hasn’t shut up. He knew the former beauty queen meant well but he just knew that he wasn’t ready to see Buffy happy without him yet, mainly because he was stso uso unhappy without her.

Dark brown orbs stared intently into the flickering flame, he knew that Doyle was his friend and would never do anything to intentionally hurt him and neither would his sweet Buffy but there was just something about how they looked at one another that seemed off. He couldn’t place it but he was determined to find out. Just for piece of mind he was going to make sure nothing was going on between the Brachen demon and the Slayer.


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End of Chapter Four

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