The Vampire, the Seer and the Protecter

Title: The Vampire, the Seer and the Protector
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Eventually Angel/Gunn/Doyle
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series. They belong to Joss. I do not make money from the writing of this, it is purely entertainment. I do not mean any disrespect to the actors who have portrayed these characters. This fic contains explicit Male/Male relationships if you are adverse to this or are under the age of eighteen then please do not read. Thankyou to all the online writers who help keep the Buffyverse alive.
Series: This is part of my Belonging series. First was The Watcher and the Wolf, then The Rocky Road to Belonging, DeSoto Sex and a Canadian Interlude.
Summary: What happens in the lives of Angel and co in LA while Spike and group are escaping initiative soldiers and are out of the picture.
Beta: The wonderful Bubbysbub as always has betaed this.
Feedback: Please, please, please. I crave it
Part: 5/8
Distrubution: Ask and you will receive
A/N: Thankyou to LadyVirgo who came up with this name sometime last year. Sorry its taken me so long to write this.


Chapter Five – Stirred Jealousies

Doyle’s POV

I smile shyly at Gunn as he helps bring in the last of Angel’s stuff. After the apartment blew up, neither Angel and I had somewhere to live so we’ve been slumming it in a motel while trying to find a new headquarters. Angel has money. Lots of money. Money that Angelus put aside from his victims, but he doesn’t like to talk about it now. However, he’s started to use some of it. First, so that we could stay at the dodgy motel and now to buy this place. The Hyperion. A hotel he has a connection with. I’ve started noticing that Angel’s changed a bit. He’s not as broody or seems to feel as guilty. When I first met him, Angel would never have used Angelus’ blood money. It’s little things, but there are definite changes.

Gunn ambles over to me where I’m researching. I’m starting to get better at it but it would be much easier if we had a research man. I smile, remembering the first time I met Gunn. It was when Wolfram and Hart declared war against us. The last thing I’d remembered was seeing that blasted bomb in the weapon’s cabinet and knowing there was no way I’d be able to get out in time. Next thing I know, I’d woken up in a hospital bed, sore and aching. When I’d finally opened my eyes I’d found a black man with a wicked looking hub cap axe staring at me from the bottom of my bed. When he’d finally got me to calm down we’d started talking. I have a lot of admiration for him. I also could see myself falling for him but with my feelings for Angel I fear the whole thing is becoming much to complicated.

“That’s the last load.” Gunn tells me, plopping down beside me. “Man, this place gives me the creeps. Sure you want to be living here with only a bloodsucker for company?” He asks, concerned. I’m glad Angel’s upstairs somewhere, I’d hate for him to hear Gunn refer to him as a bloodsucker. There’s a weird tension between the two of them as it is. I can’t figure it out. They work together, they’re civil to each other, but under everything there’s this tension when they’re around each other. I hope they sort it out soon because it’s really beginning to be uncomfortable when they’re together.

“He’s on the side of good, now, he won’t hurt me. I’m his Seer, it makes sense that I’m near him so that he can go after the baddies as soon as I get the vision. Besides, I’m homeless, where else would I go?” I ask rhetorically, but he answers it.

“You’ve always got a place with me if you need it. Sure it’s a run down warehouse with no electricity but you’re welcome to stay anytime.” He stares at me seriously and I start to feel a bit uncomfortable. Is he coming on to me? Not that I don’t want to jump at the chance but it doesn’t seem fair when Angel can’t be with anyone. Besides, it wouldn’t be fair on Gunn when he found out that I’m in love with Angel. We both jump, ruining the moment when the lobby door opens and a familiar red head walks in.

“Willow?” I question. What is she doing here?

*****

Gunn’s POV

Damn. I was finally making a move on Irish when the red headed chick walks in. I don’t know what he was going to say, but the moment’s past and I’m too chicken to ask again. I don’t do this often. Being gay doesn’t really go with my street image so I try and keep it under wraps. It’s getting hard to do though when I’m spending a lot of time around the two men I’m lusting over. Though one isn’t a man. I have to get Angel out of my thoughts. I can’t want a vamp. Not after what happened with my sister. If I did do something it would mean that I had murdered my own sister. That can’t be true. So I’ve been trying to keep my thoughts on the human of the duo. Doyle. He is a bit of a mystery. He’s slumming it but seems very knowledgeable. I’m sure he’s educated, so I just don’t get it. How could someone choose this type of life? Doyle is busy helping the red head sit down, asking if she needs anything. I study her, she looks exhausted. Like she’s ready to just fall over in exhaustion. She stares at us with grief filled eyes. Something major has happened. Something that I don’t think Angel is going to take well.

“Gunn, can you stay with Willow while I go find Angel?” I nod my head watching how Willow is just staring at her shoes. I’m not sure if she is really hearing us. “He’ll be down soon.” he tells her before leaving but he might as well have been talking to a brick wall. She doesn’t hear him. I watch as tears well up in her big eyes. I can’t bear to watch someone hurting like that. I move to sit next to her, not saying anything, not touching this stranger, but just being there.

*****

Angel’s POV

I’m pottering around my new home deliberately not thinking about Doyle or Gunn when I hear a heartbeat on this level coming towards me. I poke my head out of the door and spot Doyle. He looks worried as he stares at me.

“What’s wrong? Vision?” He just shakes his head, panting attempting to get his breath back.

“Willow’s downstairs.” He finally manages to pant out. That gets my attention.

“Why’s she here?” I ask, moving towards him. I take his arm, supporting him as we make our way back down to the foyer of the Hyperion. I try not to notice how warm his arm is in mine or the flex of muscles under my hand as we make our way downstairs.

“I don’t know,” he answers me, “but Angel, I don’t think it’s good news.” The last time I’d seen Willow it hadn’t been good news either. She’d just lost her boyfriend, Xander. What could have happened? Oh God, Buffy? I take off, pulling Doyle along with me. I can’t think. I need to see Willow’s face. I’ll know then. I can’t think. Finally we make it down to the foyer where I’m greeted by the scene of Willow sobbing into Gunn’s shoulder.

“Willow?” I ask softly not wanting to startle her. She looks up at me and I know.

“It’s Buffy,” I speak defeated. Willow just nods and my world shatters around me.

*****

Doyle’s POV

I follow Angel through the woods of Sunnydale, concerned, worried and frightened. Gunn is right beside me and I have no idea what he is thinking. I just wish that we could make our way back to the mansion and not be out here stalking the Slayer’s killer. That’s right, we are after the thing that killed a Slayer, and not just any Slayer but Buffy, one of the longest lasting Slayers in history. If that’s not bad enough, it turns out that the thing that killed Buffy is Dracula. Yep, the Dracula. The most famous vampire of all time. And we’re out hunting him. Unfortunately, there’s no arguing with Angel. He just won’t listen. I think he’s going mad. Another death on top of the others and he’s definitely not playing with a full pack. Plus he’s started sleeping all the time just before we found out about Buffy and acting stranger than usual. I wish there was a shrink for vampires because I am very worried about him.

“Doyle, pay attention.” He hisses at me and I stare at him again. He shoots me an annoyed look and then takes off in the dark again, expecting us to follow. Gunn pats me on the back in sympathy before trudging after our boss, and I find myself following them. I just wish Angel would talk to me. Let me know what’s going on with him, instead he seems to be pushing me away and I don’t like it. We suddenly stop at the edge of a clearing. In front of us is a big old gothic castle. This town is weird. Why would a sleepy Californian town have a hulking great castle? The fact that nobody has even questioned it is worse.

“So what’s the plan?” Gunn asks. Earlier he was insistent that it would all be okay because Angel had a plan.

“We storm in. Find Dracula and kill him.” Angel tells us and I stare at him in astonishment. That is the worse plan I have ever heard. Gunn whips around to stare at Angel.

“That’s it. That’s the plan?” He asks. “That’s the worst plan I have ever heard. That plan will get us all killed.”

“Fine. If you don’t like it stay here. I’ll take care of him myself.”

“Angel, man, think about this. This is a suicide mission. Its Dracula for gods sake.” I try to reason with him.

“I’m going in. Either you come with me or you stay here. I don’t care.” He turns and starts to walk up to the castle. I sigh and share a glance with Gunn. Looks like we’re going in.

******

Gunn’s POV

I pace the same pace around the Hyperion lobby, wondering when Angel will be back and if I can get Doyle out of here before then. Two weeks ago we were in Sunnydale and I watched as Angel ripped fucking Dracula to shreds. I have never seen anything so scary. There was blood everywhere by the time Angel was finished, and I realised he was having fun. I was sickened by my reaction to Angel being so masterful. Seeking revenge for his past love. That’s right, I got half hard, watching the demon eviscerate Dracula. I’ve thought about it a lot and I know I have to get out of here before he pulls me further in. Further downwards, til I can’t ever escape. Sometimes I just want to give in, he is very seductive, but if I do where will the madness stop. I need to get out of here but I also need to get Doyle out of here too. I’ve seen the way Doyle looks at Angel, the way he follows Angel with his eyes when they’re in the same room. Doyle has it bad and he can’t see that that way leads to madness. I’m attracted to Doyle and I could see us starting something. I know he feels something for me and I want to pursue that, but I can’t when we have a hulking brooding vampire of an white elephant always in the room.

Finally Angel comes storming into the hotel. This doesn’t look good. He’s been out searching for Darla and Drusilla. Two vampire chicks who he knows very personally. One, his Sire, the vamp that made him, and one his Childe. It turns out the thing Wolfram and Hart brought back in that box last year was Darla. Angel had staked her a few years earlier but they brought her back, human. She was the reason he had been sleeping all the time. She’d been sneaking into the hotel without us knowing it. She’d been sneaking in to get Angel to relive the glory days he’d had with her. Once he found out he went bad. Obsessed. Just like the lawyers wanted. Now Drusilla’s turned Darla and Angel’s been out trying to stop them. I don’t think he managed it from the look on his face.

“What happened Angel?” Doyle asks hesitating whether to go up to the vampire or not. I sigh, poor Doyle has it bad and I don’t even know if he sees me.

“Your fired,” Angel calls out not stopping his trek up to his room. “Both of you.” What?! He What?!

“Angel. You just can’t…”

“Get your stuff and get out Doyle. You’re fired. End of discussion.” He reaches the top of the stairs and disappears from view. I watch as Doyle falls in on himself in shock.

“He… But…” He starts to crumple to the ground but I get there in time and hold him up. He doesn’t seem to weigh anything, but I’ve seen him fight and specially when he lets his demon out he packs quite a punch. Yes, that’s right, demon. Doyle is half demon and six months ago I would want nothing to do with him because of that. But I’ve come to know him and to realise that not all demons want to cause mayhem and destruction.

“Hey, I’ve got ya,” I speak quietly to him.

“What? What am I supposed to do now?” He asks me brokenly and I just hold him closer. I wish I could go upstairs and beat the shit out of Angel for the pain he’s causing this beautiful creature.

“Hey, it’ll be all right. You’ll see.” I attempt to reassure him but he pushes away from me angrily.

“How will it be okay? How can it? He’s turned away from his mission but I still get the visions. I can’t turn away even if I wanted to. Plus he’s kicking me out. This is my home. I’ve got nowhere else.” I can’t stand how much pain he’s in, thinking that he’s alone. Without thinking I walk up to him and kiss him chastely on the lips. He stares at me in shock.

“I’m not going anywhere. I won’t abandon you. You can crash at my place and I’ll help with the mission. Even if we just do it as friends.” I don’t want him thinking that he’s obligated to give me more than he’s comfortable with. I value his friendship far too highly for that. Suddenly I find my arms full of Doyle.

“I’d like that, all of it,” he whispers up at me and I feel a genuine smile on my lips. “But I also have feelings for…” I cut him off not wanting to hear that name at the moment.

“I know. I do too but I want you.” He beams at me and leans in to kiss me. Finally. Once I pull back I offer him my arm.

“Let’s get out of here.”

*****

Angel’s POV

I watch as Doyle and Gunn kiss in the foyer. I feel jealousy well up inside me, but I don’t know who I’m jealous of. I want them both. I had to fire them when I came in, it’s all I could do not to grab Doyle to me and fuck him. Fuck him over and over while Gunn watched. And when he finally was sated and well fucked I’d get Gunn to ride me over and over. They would be spectacular and I’d never let them go, even if I had to handcuff them naked to the bed. Oh. What a sight that would be. My hard cock presses against the fabric of my pants as I imagine the two of them helpless. Always waiting for me. I want to touch myself so badly but I don’t. I don’t deserve it. I can’t do that to them, which is why I fired them. They’re a distraction. I need to focus on getting rid of Darla and Drusilla, even though I don’t want to. They’ll be better without me. If only I believed that.