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: 6/8
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 Six – Relationships Fulfilled

Gunn’s POV

I watch Doyle curled up on the uncomfortable couch in my dingy little place. We’ve been living here for the last couple of months since Angel kicked us out. Doyle still gets the visions and I take care of it, usually using the help of my old gang. He had a vision earlier and I hate to see how much they hurt him, but I needed to deal with it and there is no way I’d let him come with when he’s in that much pain. He spots me hovering near the door and sits up.

“Hey, did you get there in time?” He asks, making room for me to sit next to him.

“Yeah, it’s all taken care of. How’s your head?” I ask brushing my hand through his hair. Smiling at the thought that he is mine. We didn’t even last one night here before we gave into temptation. He leans into me.

“Much better,” he smiles up at me, one of his rare smiles and I find myself smiling back. This place, this job, the things we see every day can often make it seem like hell, but he is the one bright spot. The only bright spot. I turn so I’m facing him completely. Running my hand down his cheek marvelling at the smooth pale perfection of his skin.

“So I guess you’re up for some fun.” I smirk at my innuendo. He just laughs.

“Why is it always you that tries to seduce me? I am the older one.” He reminds me. “Or does this mean I’m the girl in this relationship?” I let my hand cup him. Feeling his cock twitch under my hand inside its cloth prison.

“You’re definitely not a girl.” I squeeze, emphasising my point. He groans and I can feel him growing hard under my hand. He is so beautiful like this and I feel my own cock taking interest. Suddenly his lips are on mine. Kissing me for all he’s worth. I groan never able to get over the feel of his soft lips against mine. Finally he pulls away.

“I think we should take this to the bedroom,” he suggests and I follow him, anticipating having that luscious body under me. Undressing takes a long time as we both don’t want to let go of the other.

“Mmm, Doyle,” I murmur as his hands wander up and down my bared chest. I push him back until he falls onto my old bed and I follow him onto it. Naked we writhe together. One smooth dark chest against one pale hairy chest. I lick his neck and he bares it for me pulling me closer to him as close as I can go. I spend long minutes just mapping his upper torso with my tongue while our legs entwine. Finally he can’t take it anymore.

“Please, Gunn, take me. Need you,” he murmurs, trying to get the words out between his gaps and pants for breath. I have to stop for a moment, get myself back under control at his words. It’s not a good look to come before we’ve even gotten to the good stuff. I take the globes of his ass in my hands and he whimpers as I squeeze them. They are a perfect fit for my hands.

“Get the…” he anticipates my request as he hands over the lube. He wiggles over onto his side and I find myself behind him. I shrug, getting settled down before pouring the lube over my hand. I just stare at all his pale skin and dark hair for a moment before I let my hand delve between his buttocks.

“Mmmm, Hurry Gunn, need you.” He murmurs, moving his leg so that it’s on top of mine. I feel his tight heat grasping at my finger and I have to lean in and kiss up and down his neck. I prepare him slowly and gently despite his insistence to hurry it up. Finally I cannot take it anymore and I slowly withdraw my fingers. Doyle involuntarily whimpers and I nibble on his earlobe.

“This is what I love, this moment, when you welcome me in,” I murmur in his ear as I push in minutely, before moving back out. I repeat the action over and over, slowly moving further in, making it good for Doyle, trying to stop myself from taking him hard. Eventually I’m fully in and all I can do is breath, breath in Doyle’s scent.

“Oh, you feel so good, thankyou, thankyou.” I know I’m being sappy, I can’t help it. The only time I let myself go like this is when we are here, together, making love.

“I love you too,” he replies, “now will you please move before I die.” I end up chuckling into his neck but I do as he asks and start thrusting with short powerful thrusts, knowing how much he loves that. I snake my hand around to his cock and just hold it in my hand, feeling it. His hand joins mine and then I’m just thrusting, touching him, feeling him. Loving him. Over and over and over until my brains dribble out of my ears and we’re a relaxed entwined puddle of goo on the bed.

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Doyle’s POV

I lay awake, spooned in Gunn’s arms, sticky from our combined fluids but that is not what is keeping me awake. Gunn’s asleep behind me, his limp cock has slipped out of me but is still snuggled between my ass. I should be relaxed, sated and dozing off. I am sated but a million thoughts are flying through my head and I just can’t relax. I’m glad he is asleep, he worries too much about me. It’s strange, its been a long time since someone has worried about me as much as he does. The focus of my worry is Angel. We haven’t heard from him or about him since he fired us two months ago. I’m scared. He shouldn’t be on his own. He loses what humanity he has when he is by himself. He needs someone watching his back. Someone to remind him what humanity is all about. I’m also hurt. Have been since he kicked us out. I thought I was his friend. I thought he cared about me. How could he just do that? Why did he do that? I’ve known Angel for a while and I know there had to be a reason. A reason why he sent me away. I need to know why. I can’t stop thinking, I cannot rest. I can’t even enjoy what I have with Gunn because he is still there. Invading my thoughts. Not letting me go. This needs to stop once and for all. I cannot live like this anymore. This is why I’m quietly getting out of bed, not disturbing Gunn. Why I just put on clothes not bothering with the shower I sorely need. Hopefully I can go and see Angel and be back before Gunn knows that I’ve gone. Hopefully I can finally get the closure I am seeking.

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Angel’s POV

I stalk back into my dark and gloomy hotel that fits my mood perfectly. I went up against Wolfram and Hart tonight. Was planning on getting to the Senior Partners. Try to do some damage before they took me out. Didn’t work out though. Instead I found out something. Something I never wanted to hear. That I can never win. That they cannot be gotten rid of because they (evil) is a part of every person. Every man, woman and child on this stinking rock. I stalk up the steps not knowing what I’m going to do. Maybe I don’t want to do anything. I’m so tired. I just want to sink into nothingness in this old hotel that has seen better days, just like me. I slam open the door to my suite stomping through it and that’s when his scent hits me. Doyle. Here in my hotel. Here in my room. I feel the beast rise up like it always does when he is in my presence. This is why I fired him, because it was too hard keeping it down around him. He shouldn’t have come here. I am too tired, too over everything to even try and fight my beast. I let it take over, uncaring of the consequences.

“Angel,” he greets me moving towards me. Foolish child. I pause mid step and sniff the air again. He wouldn’t dare? He has. My eyes bleed to yellow as I realise that he has come here. Into my den. Into my room, reeking of Gunn. They’ve been together mere hours ago and he has the audacity to come waltzing in here without even a shower. Stupid human.

“You stink of him. Did you come to rub it in?” I accuse him, knowing I’m in game face and not caring.

“What?” He asks startled, in that accent that never fails to make me think of home. A place that no longer exists. Not to me anyway. He rallies as the rest of my words sink into his brain. “You’re the one who kicked me out. You have no right to be angry about my private life.” He almost yells the last part, his eyes flashing in anger.

“Is that right?” I ask him moving forward. Forcing him back until he finds that his back is to the wall. His eyes widen and I finally smell fear coming from him. Something I had never smelled from him in the past, not towards me anyway.

“A… Angel, what are you doing?” He asks and I can see his eyes sweeping the room looking for any make shift weapons he could use against me. Looks like he doesn’t have a stake or cross on him. Silly, silly mistake. One he won’t be making again, if he survives this account that is. I move right up into his personal space so that our bodies are squished together.

“I’m taking what I’ve wanted for such a long time. Since I met you.” I tell him matter-of-factly. He shudders from where he is plastered against the wall.

“What?” he asks, as if he is unable to process what he has heard.

“You heard me. My desire for you. I fired you because it was getting too hard not to fuck you, both of you.” He blinks at my expletive, but makes no other movement. “And now you come into my den, flaunting you relationship with him, stinking of him. I bet you’re still slick with his release.” I nibble on his ear harshly, revelling in his full body shudder. “I’m not going to deny myself that which I have wanted for so long, not anymore. I’m going to take you.” I then bite down harshly on his neck with my blunt teeth not making him bleed, not yet, but I will before I’m done.

“No Angel, no,” He pushes ineffectually at my chest but I ignore him. I know he wants this, deep down. I can now smell the lust. Lust and fear, what a heady mix they make. I take his mouth in a punishing kiss, claiming it, owning it. Just like I’m going to claim and own him. He tastes so good and I only let go when breathing becomes an issue for him. I can’t let him pass out, not yet anyway.

“Angel we can’t,” he protest again but I place a finger across his lips silencing him, at least for now.

“Don’t try to fight this. I will have you. Now go and bend over the table.” I order him. He just stares at me. Stupid move. I grab him and throw him across the room, he lands on the table I mentioned.

“DO NOT DENY ME!” I roar out watching him flinch back. “I tried to keep you safe from me but you came here. It’s time for the consequences.” I stalk over to him, aware of the bulge in his pants that matches my own. He may be bruised, but hasn’t suffered any lasting damage. A part of me is repulsed by how I am treating him. He should be taken on black silk sheets in candlelight but that won’t satisfy me now. It has to be this way. I reach him and flip him onto his stomach. He lets me, I think he’s finally got the message. I know he is hard under me and I won’t do anything to really damage him. I move in close so that I can rub my cloth covered bulge up against his upturned ass. He freezes before tentatively pushing back to meet my thrusts. Yes, finally, his submission. I reach round him to undo his jeans so that they go sliding to the floor. His bare upturned ass is now in front of me and I get another stronger whiff of Gunn. It makes me mad that he got here before I did and I will make Gunn pay as well as Doyle, but nothing too severe. I stare down at the pale ass thinking of how good it would looked marked. I bend down and the next thing Doyle knows I’ve let my fangs slice into his fleshy bottom. He thrashes in a token protest but I can easily keep him still with one hand planted in the middle of his back.

“Angel,” I’m not sure if it’s a protest or a plead for more and I’m not sure if he knows either. I sup at the sweet nectar of his blood before carefully sliding out. There a nice set of fang marks on one cheek. No one could fail to see that I’ve claimed him now. I straighten up and undo my own button and fly. Ready to fully make him mine like I should have done when I first met him. I stroke his back as he lays there willing. This will not be a gentle claiming though. Without checking to see how open he still is I thrust forward, one gigantic thrust that ends with my balls making a satisfying smacking sound against his ass. He shrieks as I move into him, loud and high. I watch as his skin ripples as if trying to decide which form to be in.

“Angel,” he moans. “Don’t stop, please,” I smile in game face at his words. Oh yes! I start pistoning in and out of the willing body beneath me.

“C’mon Doyle, you can change if you want, not going to hurt me,” I tell him, guessing that he doesn’t change while doing this with Gunn for fear of hurting the human. I smile as I watch the rippling effect happen again but this time at the end I’m looking at a green demon with red spikes. They have gone through the shirt he’s still wearing but I don’t care about that. I start to push into him hard again, loving the warmth that I have missed for so long.

“Yes, please,” he begs of me and I don’t think he knows what he is begging for, he’s too far gone, lost in the sensation. I should make sure he is always like this. I lean down over him and feel his spikes puncture my torso. Oh yes! I revel in the pain ignoring the blood spilling over his back soaking into the fabric. My hips stutter as my balls rise, I need to come but he is coming with me. I lean further down so that I can reach his shoulder.

“C’mon Doyle,” I request before biting into his shoulder. He screams as I withdraw the first mouthful of his sweet lust-spiced blood. I shoot my load into his willing body smiling around the flesh I’m attached to. Allen Francis Doyle is mine.