The vampire sat shrouded in shadow, watching the mortal in peaceful repose on his bed. After the younger man had fallen asleep, he'd gone back into the main room for a while, and found the remainder of the smoking materials. He kept up a steady stream of self chastising remarks while partaking a bit more of the carefully rolled cigarettes. Except of course, they weren't cigarettes. Angel couldn't really remember what they called them these days, but he thought maybe it had something to do with bugs.

Either way, he was two-hundred and-fifty and change, an immortal, a Master Vampire for Chrissake, and here he was, smoking drugs to ease his nervous energy around a sleeping mortal.

Pathetic.

Sex was not the problem. It was the *talking* that inevitably came after that was causing him to pace the room like an idiot. Two centuries. Alot of fucking. But intimacy had never been his strong suit. He sighed and ground out the third ...whatever it was called...in an ashtray by the chair.

He truly did not want Doyle to leave. But he had no clue what he was going to say when the man woke up. Somehow he figured, `That was fun, too bad I have this whole soul-redemption thing going, and hey! see you at the office in the morning!` was not going to cut it.

The vampire turned his attention once more to the small, Irish lump in the center of his bed. Doyle's lightly muscled chest rose and fell with each easy breath, his hands were thrown casually over his head, palms open. His face was turned toward the darkness of the room, and the half light of evening played over the milky skin of his exposed neck. Angel stared openly at the bruised marking, the twin puncture wounds proclaiming their earlier tryst. A shiver ran through his large form. He realized suddenly that he could not blame the high, or Doyle's less than smooth attempt at seduction, for what had passed between them. Angel had wanted this too. More than he cared to admit.

The man stirred. `Angel?`  he murmured sleepily, reaching out a hand to the empty side of the bed.

`Here`,  the vampire answered, returning to Doyle's side.

The dark haired man rubbed his eyes and sat up. `Mmm...I`m sorry, man. You want yer bed back? I could go....`

Angel smirked down at him, and recalled the dizzying amount of illicit materials the young man had also so casually partaken of, earlier in the evening. `You`re not driving home in your condition.`  Doyle frowned at the vampire, so he continued, cursing his own halting speech. `Besides...I ...you....you could stay. If you want..I mean...Stay. ok?`

Doyle let out a small chuckle. `Ya know, for a guy with over two centuries of practice at this kinda stuff, you --`

Angel cut him off. `I totally suck. I'm aware.`

They shared an amused grin.

Angel climbed under the sheet next to the smaller man, releasing a breath he had not even been mindful he was holding. Seconds later, Doyle was wrapped in a strong embrace, his head flush against the powerful muscles of the vampire's chest.
He mumbled something Angel didn't quite catch, but it sounded suspiciously like --

`Uhm, Doyle...did you just call me --?`

The half demon's embarrassed tone stopped him from finishing his question. `Sorry. Force of habit. Last person I...was with..was my wife. And now there's the whole warm and snuggly thing goin` on...and..sorry, ` Doyle repeated, burrowing his face into Angel's bicep to hide the light blush spreading across his handsome features.

Angel simply could not help the burst of laughter. `Don`t worry about it. It..it was kind of nice. I can`t remember...no, actually, I do remember. No one has *ever* called me `baby` before. Or, for that matter, warm and snuggly......`

Doyle joined his laughter, both enjoying the newfound sense of ease between them. The Seer was fully awake now, and keenly aware of the heavy, cool form pressed intimately against his right side. The sensation of that tightly reigned power, resting so close, was methodically stirring the still smoldering embers of desire inside of him.

`Angel`, he whispered again, lifting his head. The vampire had his eyes closed. It occurred to Doyle that he probably had spent the better part of this evening watching over him, rather than sleeping himself. And likely in full brood mode. He could smell the sweet tang of the drugs Angel had obviously just been smoking. It hadn't really occurred to the Seer that the vampire might actually be nervous about what had happened here between them. He suddenly felt foolish, and very presumptive.

Maybe he should just let the man --

A firm clasp on his right wrist startled the dark haired man out of his reverie. Half-gold, hooded eyes met his confused gaze. Then a firm hand on the back of his neck brought his head down. Doyle's lips parted before his eyes even closed, in anticipation of the hypnotic thrill awaiting him within that chilly kiss.

Their mouths touched softly for only the briefest of instants, before a growl was ripped from someone's chest. Doyle would not have been the least bit surprised if it had  been his. Angel used his grip on the back of the man's neck to tilt the dark head from side to side. He began to manipulate a slow, teasing motion, causing the half demons lips to dance over his own with slick, wet movements. Doyle allowed himself to be controlled, tumbling into the expert kiss; reveling in the soft, cool tongue, the sharp teeth, and the quiet purr echoing in his head.

Angel released his grip only long enough for the man to catch a breath, then pulled him close again. With a gasp, Doyle fell once more, pressing his chest closer to Angel's to heighten the connection, and feeling that curious purr reverberate through his bones.

Without releasing his purchase on the bruised lips beneath his, Doyle climbed on top of the vampire. He smiled to himself at the sharp intake of breath the contact of naked skin on skin so quickly elicited. He rubbed himself across the broad expanse of chest, only lifting his mouth from the vampire's to run a hot, open kiss on the smooth alabaster skin of his neck. So strange, to feel no heartbeat pressed against his own, to feel no pulse beneath his questing mouth and tongue.

But the body under his was anything but still. How anyone could ever mistake this magnificent creature for something akin to dead was beyond him. How even Angel's friends could mistake his quiet, unassuming presence for stoic detachment was sheer lunacy. Angel responded to the subtlest shift of the half demon's body weight, to the faintest whisper of a caress, to the most delicate kiss.

The vampire was quivering endlessly beneath his touch, that rumbling purr pouring forth, raining a steady barrage of lust on the already enflamed senses of the Seer. He nibbled on the smooth skin, half heartedly trying to break it open, giving up at the seeming impossibility, and wondered mindlessly what it would be like to watch as Angel fell....

Last time it had been about harsh desire and heated release. They had fallen over the edge together, and Doyle had been too swept up in his own climax to pay complete attention to the rarely seen visage of Angel out of control. Yes, there had been the recent, uncharacteristic display of nerves on Angel's part. And, yes, Doyle had planned out this evening's eventual outcome...But during the actual sex, if anyone had been pulling the strings, it had no doubt been the vampire.

This time.....

Angel shuddered as Doyle's warm lips clasped over his left nipple, and blunt teeth tugged at the hardening flesh. The half demon's hands ran along Angel's sides, stroking up and down, matching a rhythm Angel unconsciously mimicked with his hips. Doyle chuckled against the tight pectorals under his searching tongue, and licked a sensuous path down the hairs which led to a firm, and still quivering belly.

`Doyle---` his name snaked its way down the Seer's spine, the raw need blatantly obvious in the strained voice.

`Hmmm...?` a smile hidden inside the reply.

`Thought...that the next time...you were gonna (gasp) let me seduce you....`

Doyle had not relented his insidious assault. Before the sentence had completely tumbled from Angel's mouth, the half demon's mouth was following his previous path down a well muscled, hairy thigh to the back of the vampire's knees. He lifted the large leg for better access, and nibbled on the soft patch of skin until strong hands grabbed his hair and tugged at him mercilessly.

Doyle caught the slight shimmer of gold in the stare and suppressed a sharp intake of breath of his own. The bigger man beneath him was scarcely clinging to control. His long fingers were digging into the bedsheets; and he was doing a strange pant, a large cat trying to catch a scent with its mouth open, and dangerous fangs bared.

`Well, man, seein` as it's the same night, technically, this ain`t really the next time...` Doyle quipped, with a casual arrogance he did not feel. He was trembling, drunk on the heady knowledge of his effortless command over the immortal being under his fingers. He wanted this like he had wanted little else in recent memory; wanted to leave his individual mark on their coupling, wanted to be the one to wring the last shred of restraint from this powerful man, wanted to hear his own name shouted when it finally occurred.

Doyle reached for the vampire's wrists, and gently lifted them over his head, pressing back on the long arms until Angel's fingertips brushed the bedpost. He grinned down at the confusion and lust in the chocolate gaze.

`There now. Ya be a good boy an` don't move yer hands, yea?` His voice held the barest trace of uncertainty, as if unsure if the vampire would truly comply.

Angel merely nodded. At this point, he was pretty sure he'd wear a tutu if it would make Doyle return to bathing his body with fevered kisses.

Luckily, the half demon held no interest in ballet accruements. As soon as Angel's fists wrapped around the posts of the iron headboard, Doyle's tongue was laving a rapidly heating path down his chest once more. Angel arched under the attentions, lifting his body to meet every stroke of the eager mouth.

The Seer began to trace patterns on Angel's stomach, wet trails of letters and symbols and nonsense, as all the while the vampire lay, shuddering and groaning his name. The sound had centered itself now squarely in Doyle's cock, and urged him on to further boldness. When he began to lick the same designs on the parted thighs, Angel clutched the headboard with enough ferocity that the metal squealed in protest.

Doyle lifted his head momentarily, and watched as the handsome face shifted completely, into ridged plains and sharp edges. He smirked and returned to his work.

By the time Doyle's mouth found it's way to Angel's aching shaft, the half demon was completely consumed with the potent sense of power and control. Angel was trembling so hard the bed was shaking beneath them, and his voice was hoarse from the litany of moans he was giving up so freely. Doyle was certain that this was a feeling of omnipotence reserved only for the gods....and that maybe there would be some retribution to be paid for it later...

But for now....for now there was  *this*.....

There was the most extraordinary feel of a cool, thick cock pressed between his swollen lips, and there was his hands leaving reddened prints on hard, marble hips as they bucked forward...  There was the squeaking of bedsprings, and the rhythmic thump of the headboard as it collided with the wall, and above that there was a harsh, howling sound, otherworldly in its timbre and intensity, but somehow, not frightening at all... There was the scent of sweetgrass, and the musky odor of male lust and sweat...There was the thudding of Doyle's heart in every one of his veins and the strange, blessed silence of Angel's.

There was his mouth sliding over the silken skin of the steel shaft, until the very tip brushed the back of his throat. There was stubbled cheeks against muscled thighs....

And there was swimming in sensation, and drowning without dying.

And finally, there was the shout of his name, the voice not altogether familiar, but filled with a passion and release Doyle could instinctively recognize , and there was crumbling plaster on the wall behind the bed, and blood on the vampires fingers from causing it. And there was thick, salty cum running down his throat in furious gulps, and there was swallowing and swallowing and forgetting to breathe.....

Doyle sat back with jolt, and a gasp, panting for oxygen and trying without success to focus his vision. When at last, the figure of the vampire came into view, it all but stole his breath once more.

Angel still had not released his grip on the iron bedboard, and his fists were bloodied from the holes he had punched in the hard wall behind his head. His eyes were tightly closed, and a thin veil of sweat covered his face, which had not yet shifted back to its human disguise. His broad chest rose and fell in staccato tempo , and Doyle was certain that if the man had a beating heart, it would have lept from his ribcage. All the stolen blood in his body had pooled to form a slight glow on his neck, and face,and the unceasing purr was sounding suspiciously more like a growl. He appeared completely and utterly...ravaged.

Doyle smiled.

He leaned down over the stiff and still quaking vampire, and brushed his mouth across the bared teeth. `Guess we`re even now, eh, Angel man?` Teasing a sated tiger.

`Nope.`  The self assured calm in the vampire's voice was completely belied by his tussled appearance, but Angel had had so many years of practice feigning confidence, it worked nonetheless. Doyle was effectively taken aback, and completely unprepared for the swift rolling of the heavy form ((amazing somethin` that big can move that fast, really)) which then pinned him helplessly to the bed.

Doyle blinked and looked up at the demonic countenance inches away from him. The only trace of his friend was in the eyes. The sunlit yellow stare was unmistakably feral, yet twinkled with mischief. The combination was a wee bit unsettling, to say the least...

`N-no?` the half demon asked, silently berating himself his dysfluency. Truth be told he was grateful he was still breathing. Angel looked decidedly...predatory. And although he trusted his friend, boss, and now.. bed-partner.... with his life, millenniums of evolutionary programming were currently screaming at him to choose fight or flight.

The vampire reached out to caress the younger man's cheek. Shadowed with light stubble, it was rough and prickly under his preternaturally sensitive fingertips. Angel couldn't remember the last time he had felt that on a lover....His face shifted suddenly to human form.

`Doyle..Doyle...you`re not afraid of me, are you?` The obvious entreaty in his voice startled them both.

`No.`  Doyle answered. And the truth in his own answer was no less startling to either.

`You still want to?` Angel queried again, and it took Doyle a beat to understand.  Then the young man nodded, and pulled Angel's bruised and bloody knuckles close to his mouth.

At the first contact of warm, soft, human lips around his wound, Angel groaned throatily, and nearly lost the struggle to maintain his mortal face. Doyle himself understood the incredible rarity of this event, and kept his eyes firmly locked on the rapidly shimmering features of his lover.

His kiss was at first hesitant, gently lapping at the cuts which Angel's metabolism was already healing with lightning efficiency. He could tastes alt, and sweat, and desire...and when he finally stumbled upon a laceration which had not quite knitted itself back in place, he tasted the blood.

Angel shook as the young half demon suckled at his hand. Gods, it felt so good to have someone drink from him again...to be able to offer it all up, willingly, to lay his mind and soul bare, and let them take what they would...He didn't know, didn't want to know, if it was the drugs, or the recent orgasm, or some bizarre otherworldly design for him, but he was willing, just this once, to lay back, and let it happen...

Right now, this moment, was so *achingly good*.... There was always eternity for the inevitable rest.

Doyle's eyes slammed shut as soon as the first burst of bittersweetcrimson shattered his tastebuds. There were no words to describe this. He had no frame of reference for this. It was all he could do to hold onto Angel's wrist and not fall forward, as he was invaded by a torrent of images and sensation.

Angel...he must have been mortal here..((what had his name been? Doyle wondered mindlessly))...in a tavern...Doyle recognized the countryside surrounding it..he could almost smell the clover...there was music, and drink, and dancing...((Jesus,
it's like friggin` Brigadoon, the Musical....all that hair flying about))...and young women...((holy hell, the man got some major leg in his day))...haylofts and carriages and alleyways and Inns...and young men...((ah..so it aint jes` the vampire thing))..fine, bonny types all....

~Haunting the periphery..black shadow...menace...fury...Revelations....((no. push it away)) ~

Now the Angel he knows...and a young girl...((Buffy, he realized suddenly))...ice skating..((Angel..on skates? the mind boggles))...tender kisses, and chaste caresses...in the beginning...

~Closer to the surface of the dream. Demanding presence. A little girl with her throat torn out, resting against a stone wall like a broken doll....((no..I will not see you)) ~

Some bleach blond guy...((O my...)) in the backseat of a car in LA....((Well,he did tell ya the vampire was his favorite)) positions a Yogi would envy....((Christ on a Harely..no wonder...))

~Out of the shadows...Always here. Always. No quarter. You live only because of me. You walk only because of me.  ~

Finally in the center of his vision....screaming and suffering and blood and pain and death...and centuries and centuries of death.

Angel ripped his hand away from the man's mouth with a sharp cry. Doyle could do nothing but stare, his eyes haunted, and shining, and distant.

The vampire was ashamed.

`That`s why I didn't want you to.` Angel said softly.

And Doyle just nodded.

`Are you all right? I ..I never want to hurt you, Doyle...It just happens.You get close to me, you get hurt. Story of my fucking unlife.`  The bitterness in the vampire's voice stung curiously behind the young man's eyes; and he blinked back the hot, scalding tears.

`Will ya cut that shit out? What the hell is your problem? So, it weren`t all pretty. It was YOU. That's all. I got what I wanted. And I'm still sittin` here, ain`t I? Stop bein` such a........`

Angel's mouth curled up in a harsh grin . `I think the word you're searching for is Nonce.`  That was an insult which always seemed too apt when Spike had hurled it at him.

`Well, actually I was gonna go with asshole, but whatever.` the half-demon shrugged.

Angel blinked, then burst into laughter. `Wow, you sure know how to sweet talk a guy, Doyle.`

The Seer shrugged once more, and ran a hand through his ruffled hair. `What for? Already got ya in bed.`

Angel had to give up another laugh for the sight of the dark haired man's eyebrows waggling up and down suggestively. Then the older man's face grew serious.

`Do you know what else you got?` his voice was dark.

Doyle looked at him, curious...`No..what else?`

`You drank from me. You fed off my blood.` Angel's face was completely unreadable.

Doyle swallowed a nervous hysterical giggle. `Yea..so? We engaged now?`

`Noooo,` Angel said slowly. `But according to undead lore, you now have to protect me. At any cost. Childer don't drink from their Sire after they're turned. You drink from someone, you OWN them. Congratulations...`, Angel's grin was glowing. `You`re the proud owner of a two-hundred-and-fifty year old vampire.`

Teasing. He was teasing. Oh thank gods.

Doyle kept his mirth in check, and decided to play along. `Yea, well,you drank from me too. What's that mean in the scheme of things?`

Angel grinned ferociously down at his lover, who was now arranging himself back on the pillows. `Not a damn thing, Doyle. You're not a vamp. You're well, ....food.`

A low pitched shout and a pillow narrowly missed the side of the dark vampire's head.

They were still laughing when Angel realized their latest go round had been completely one-sided. Doyle was laying back on the pile of pillows, his arms behind his head, and an impressive sized bulge between his sheet covered legs.

`We gonna do something about that, or are you working the penance angle too?` the vampire grinned, motioning at the tell-tale tenting in the thin cotton.

`Ah no, not me, man. Got nothin` worth redeemin` my sorry Irish ass for. Ya wanna fix me up, feel free. I'll just lay here nice and quiet, like...food.` He grinned back, and Angel fought the insane urge to touch the small dimple on his left cheek.

He ripped the coverlet back instead. `Doyle...`, he whispered, bending his head over the slightly parted thighs of the smaller man, `there are a wealth of adjectives which describe you,` his breath surprisingly warm against the soft skin between the man's legs, `but quiet....` his mouth torturous inches away from the swollen, twitching cock, `is *not* one of them.`

And proved his point expertly; as the cool, lush mouth descended over Doyle's shaft, the blasphemous groan of `Chriiiiiiiist`,  was wrung from the young man's chest.

Angel did not bother with prelude, twirling his long, soft tongue over the swollen head, and drinking in the pants and moans, the salty sweat and craving. The silky feel of the man's heat drove him to distraction, and coupled with the earlier blood play......

He slid his hands below Doyle, cupping his buttocks, and drawing him closer, so his nose touched the Seer's flat stomach with each forward thrust. Doyle moaned louder, and Angel wondered briefly if the man was going to slip into Hail Mary's. He had to admit he found it strangely endearing that most of Doyle's cries of pleasure ran toward the religious.

Especially considering who he was bedding at the moment.

Angel began to purr around the twitching cock, and Doyle cried out again. He shuddered violently, and arched into the throat devouring him whole, grabbing at the stiff locks of chestnut hair, and pulling the vampire even closer.

Angel caught a strangled cry that sounded remotely similar to his name, but by the time the vampire slipped a single finger inside the tight ring of muscle between Doyle's taut cheeks, the intent was lost on the Seer's lips.

Angel was still humming..or purring..or singing the goddamn Ave Maria, Doyle couldn't have cared less...his skin was on fire...it rippled through his every pore...and the cool pillows and the cool tongue were the only thing keeping him from being consumed by the flames...

He hadn't forgotten the last time; that extraordinary ability to swallow while sucking, but it was still not a sensation he could prepare himself for... Doyle only knew he was being torn to pieces, slowly...and that was fine...just fine...He came then, in a violent burst and Angel never relented his furious grip on his cock, or his ass.

The dark haired man was vaguely aware of being licked clean, and he was bombarded by the crazy image of Angel as a large, striped cat again. He tried to giggle, but found he couldn't quite summon the energy.

Apparently, however, he was grinning like a fool. `What`s funny?` Angel queried, pillowing his head on the smaller man's chest, and allowing himself to be stroked by lazy hands.

`Nothin`..everythin`...`

Angel's voice was soft, but certain. `Listen, Doyle..anything you want to do about this...it`ll be fine with me.`

Doyle understood. It annoyed him, but he understood. `We`re a pair, ain`t we, boss? The blind leading the stupid.`

Angel chuckled, `Wanna flip for who's who?` He was quiet for a moment, then, `I just don't want you to get hurt on account of me. I couldn't stand it if anything happened to you.`

Doyle struggled to sit, the weight of the larger man against his chest hindering his best efforts. Angel shifted and they stared at one another in less than comfortable silence.  `Comes a point in time, man,` Doyle started, `when you just have to trust someone. If you're willin` to fuck me, I think you could at least give me some credit.`

The vampire looked taken aback, and opened his mouth to speak. He was silenced by half-demon. `I`m not afraid of you, and I'm not afraid of this.If you are, that's *your* hang up. Don't put it on me.  I ain`t gonna fall in love with you, and I got no designs on movin` in. I ain`t offerin` ya redemption. We're friends, Angel, that's all. We see really shitty things every day, and we do really shitty things every day, and sometimes it's just nice to know there's comfort bein` offered. However often it's offered. It`s just nice to know that it's there. `

Doyle's glare was unwavering, emerald eyes daring the vampire to disagree. Angel just smiled softly. `Ok. I guess I get the vote to play the stupid one then.`

Doyle's tension eased. `Yea, well, at least you got attractive goin` for ya. That and the whole astonishingly limber thing....` Doyle quipped, and was amazed when Angel actually appeared to blush. The young man yawned and rubbed his eyes sleepily.

`C`mere`, Angel said, and gathered the blankets around them, pulling the dark head closer to his chest. He struggled to relax, to just let the day and its strange turn of events wash over him.

He hated that it was so hard for him to do that simple thing. It was a lesson that he was meant to learn, that he needed to learn. He simply had no idea how to go about doing it.

Angel stared for a while at the warm, limp bundle resting so trustingly in his grasp. As he felt the smaller man soften, his slowed breathing signaling slumber, the vampire at last surrendered himself to sleep.

~Finis

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