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Warm Again	By : guanin Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1498 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Warm Again

Author: Guanín

Pairing: Doyle/Angel(us)

Summary: Angel just wants to feel warm.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Joss Whedon.

Starlit eyes sparkle in the dim light, blurred with recent sleep

He nudges his head, beckoning

�Come in.�

The invitation hovers, irrevocable

You enter, close the door

It locks silently

The taste of alcohol hangs in the air, pungent and heady

It glazes the gentle light of the half-demon�s eyes

He motions you to a seat

You don�t take it, neither does he

He shifts his feet, begins to speak

It�s late, I was already in bed, is everything all right, do you need something

You hardly hear the words

You can only see his mouth

Full bottom lip

Pink tinge

Moist as a pinker tongue darts across it

You want to lick it

Take it between your teeth and suck it raw

Suck the blood to the surface

Red

Warm

Sweet

�Angel?�

Your eyes fly up

�You alright, man?�

You hear the hint of nervousness in his voice

Confused, unsure

It intrigues you

Excites you

Makes your mouth water with anticipation

You draw nearer, step by step

Come so close you can smell his musk

Smell his sweat

Smell his lust

Lust that matches your lust

His legs hit the back of the couch

His hands grip the frame, hard

You lean in, take a breath

Whisky and soap, vice and purity

�Doyle.�

The wide moons of his eyes look up at you

�Doyle, I need��

Your voice is husky, aching, pleading

You look at him with want, with hope, with regret

Slight tightening of his brow

His lips waver

�What��

You lean in slowly

His Adam�s apple bobs and dips

His hands shift and flutter

But his eyes are still, fixed

His intense stare gleams with a subtle flame

These eyes that can gaze into your mind

Penetrate your defenses

And see the blacks and blues that burden your soul

You feel weak in front of them

He can see he can see me what if he knows he has been told but he can�t know something to atone for that�s what he said but he can�t know the pain the anguish the utter torment of every being that I have killed with these hands drenched in blood he is pure he is good I need him help heal me

You press closer

The heat of his body warms you, chasing away the darkness

You incline your head

Pause

Give him time to escape

He does not move

Your lips brush his, gently

His breath comes in wisps of fast breeze

Your mouth covers his completely

You gaze beseechingly into his adamant eyes

The world is still for a moment

A minute

An eternity

His eyes close in surrender and his mouth

Soft, pliant, perfect

Opens

The warmth, the exquisite taste

It is ecstasy

Silk rose petals kissed with sweet honey

The inquisitive and hungry bee probes

Wanders the delicious depths

Searching for the hidden prize

Its whole life is reduced to this

The hunger, the thirst, the need

And when it finds it, it knows it is home

Like you are

Home, safe

You weave your fingers through the silky dark mass of his hair

Cradle his head tenderly

He touches you

A hand on your chest

You fear he will push you away

He does not

His hand simply lies there, still

Warm, living flesh over the cold, dead mass that was once a heart

His heart thump thumps in your ear

Warmth, heat

You crave, yearn for

The fire that burns within him

You grasp his hand

A desperate attempt to trap the heat

Breathe it in

Claim it for your own

You release his mouth

His lips are flushed, ruby red

Rose petals

His chest rises and falls quickly

His mouth gasps for breath

You stole it, literally

He blinks

His eyes gaze at you

Awe, surprise

Pleasure

Sparkle in them

�Wow. Angel, that was--�

You bring a finger up to his lips

�No words.�

You plead silently for permission, understanding

With your eyes

Your hand slips beneath his shirt

Trails up the curve of his spine

Soft skin shimmers with sweat

Warm

Sweat you can taste as you kiss the corner of his mouth

You pull him closer

Press yourself against his stomach

You tilt his head back

Expose the graceful line of his jawbone

The flawless curve of his neck

The low light casts the pale skin in soft shadow

Your keen sight catches each detail

The glowing sheen

The smooth texture

Gleaming

Beautiful

You taste him with your lips, your tongue

You savor his scent

Rich

Heady

Not quite human

Not quite demon

Your lips wander over his throat

Light as butterfly wings

Delighting in every dip, every rise

The salty taste that greets your tongue

The alluring aroma that teases your nose

The quivering skin that tickles your mouth

Delectable

Want him

Need him

You find his pulse point

Thump, thump

His heart beats loudly

Eclipsing all thought

Blood

Warm

Sweet

Flows just under the gossamer layer of his skin

Heat

Life

Want it

Need it

Your hand closes upon his on the couch

You gently, ever so gently, kiss the pulsing vein

You want it

You softly, ever so softly, say his name

�Doyle�

You need it

His hand tightens on your chest

You change, open your mouth, and bite

He stiffens

Cries out in shock and pain

You feel him push against you

You grab his wrist, force his hand still

His bones grind in your fierce grip

Crack

He screams

You pay him no attention

The blood surges into your mouth

Quick

Warm

Richer than the finest wine

It flows smoothly, joyfully

Down your throat

You taste the demon in it

It is new, different

It is the most exquisite thing you have ever tasted

The sweetest nectar of the gods

Cannot be better than this

It is life you drink

Pure

Innocent

Divine

You hear his frail voice crying

�Angel�

Your free hand rises, covers his mouth

Silence him

His blood courses through every fiber of your being

It sings within you

A lively tune

Warm

Rich

His life passes into you

No

It tingles in your fingers

Your arms

Your legs

Your toes

It satisfies you completely

Warm

You are warm

You feel--

Sharp jolts of pain slice through your palm and face

You pull back with a growl

He wears his demon face now

Green skin and blue spikes

Red eyes glimmer with a waning flame

The bite mark gleams on the now verdant neck

Crimson drops cling to the wound like red tears

He leans heavily against the couch

Holds his wounded wrist to his chest

His other hand weakly grasps the frame

You take a step forward

He moves abruptly, nearly falls

So weak

So vulnerable

He scrambles to get away

Upsets a lamp

It crashes to the ground

You move closer

Don�t

You smell him

Blood

Fear

The life that fades away with every withering heartbeat

He stumbles and falls

Scurries backwards

You follow

He hits a wall

Opens a cabinet and desperately searches inside

Brandishes a pencil in front of him

Pitiful weapon

It won�t save him

Another step

His demon face falls away

A sharp, jarring blow slams into your chest

Doyle, no

He is so pale, so very pale

The bite mark glares at you, accusing

Traitor

Murderer

His blood still lingers in your mouth

He trusted you with his life

And you nearly took it away

The spark in his eyes is diminished

Nearly gone

I�ve killed him

His eyes are so hurt

So betrayed

So afraid

He should be

�Doyle.�

�Don�t come near me!�

His voice is pained

Fragile

Frightened

It spears you like a poisoned l

Doyle, I am so sorry

The pencil wavers in his hand

He is not strong enough to wield it properly

Helpless

You could grab him

Shove him against the wall

Take him inch by delicious inch

Bask in the warmth

As his life flies into you

Rich and sweet

Maybe eat his heart for desert

Stop it. Stop. It.

But you won�t

You�ll keep your remorse

Your guilt

Your pathetic attempt at humanity

Your broken fairy tales

Shut up. Just shut up

You�ll run

Hide like the coward you are

But you can�t hide from this

It is imprinted in your precious soul

His alluring scent

His divine taste

The marvelous feel of his body

His exquisite mouth

His sweet blood

Warming you for the first time since Buffy

He will remain with you

Forever

I�m sorry

He hates you

You feel it in your bones

His eyes are so wounded

Blighted stars on a cloudy eve

They will never show you trust again

I�m so sorry

You move backwards to the door

He watches you steadily

Not letting his guard down

You open the door

Cross the threshold

A sharp click rings as the door closes

You stare at it, frozen

The invitation hovers, irrevocable

But you are not welcome

Never again

You hear him put the lock and deadbolt into place

A mournful sound

And you are alone, abandoned

Cold

You never will be warm again
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