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: 7/8
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 Seven – Consequences

Doyle’s POV

I wake up in the middle of the night to find myself on a hard floor. Where am I? It takes a moment for me to remember what happened the night before. Oh God. Sex with Angel. It was magnificent, but Gunn. I cheated on Gunn. I sit up to find Angel beside me asleep. He is partially dressed as am I. I quietly stand up and wince. He took me hard and I think I’m going to be sore there for a couple of days. Plus I know I’m covered in bruises and bite marks. The back of my shirt sticks to me where it is drenched with his blood from when he impaled himself on my demon form’s spikes. Gunn is going to know something happened as soon as I walk home. There is no way I can hide this from him. I don’t want to hide this from him. My relationship with Gunn is over though. I would never forgive someone if they’d done what I’ve done. It doesn’t matter that I said no at the start. It was a token gesture. If I didn’t want this to happen I could have stopped it. But deep down I did want this to happen. I wanted Angel to take me and take me he did. I sneak out of his room, marvelling that he hasn’t woken up. At least I know why he fired us even if it is a little disturbing. I now have to go home and explain to Gunn. He is not going to be happy.

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Angel’s POV

I wake up gasping for air I don’t need. Doyle has left and I’m glad because the feeling flowing through me is unfortunately familiar. I gasp as another wave of pain washes through me. I stand up and stumble towards the balcony needing fresh air. No this cannot be happening. I can’t lose my soul again. No. This shouldn’t be happening. I fall outside into the rain and isn’t this familiar too. I gasp. Wait a minute something’s different. Something’s happening but. Ow. It’s different than last time, I still have the soul but I’m not hearing Angelus’ thoughts. Well I am but they’re mine. I fall down in surprise. I’m no longer two separate entities sharing one body. I… Somehow we’ve blended become one vampire. How did Doyle… I stand up smirking, thinking of Doyle. Oh I am definitely never letting him go, except he’s already gone. Well that won’t do. I’ll have to get him back, both of them. Actually knowing Gunn, I just need to wait for him to come here and I’ll be ready. They are mine.

*****

Gunn’s POV

I pace up and down, up and down. I woke up alone. Doyle had snuck out and I’m worried. I have an idea of where he would have gone. I’ve been waiting for it ever since we left the hotel. I hope that’s not it though. That he just went down to the corner shop and just forgot the time. Fours hours of it. If he has gone to Angel I will be pissed off. We’ve had this talk. He abandoned us. We owe him nothing. I hear the door open and I storm out there and stop as soon as I see him. Shit! Doyle’s leaning against the now closed door. He looks beaten up. His clothes are torn and I can see one bite mark and a few bruises plus lots and lots of dried blood. It can’t all be his.

“Shit man! What the hell happened?” I ask and his head whips up to stare at me. There are tears on his cheeks and I automatically step forward. I can’t stand it when he’s in pain.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” I go to embrace him but he moves away from me. Something is seriously wrong. “You won’t want to be near me once you know…” he breaks down and I stare at him suspiciously. No, it couldn’t be.

“Did he?” my voice breaks and I take a deep breath before starting again, keeping all emotion out of my voice.

“Did Angel rape you?” That gets his attention.

“What? No! We did… but he didn’t…. I….” Oh now I get it.

“You and him? For how long?” I demand and he looks at me startled.

“Just this once, I’m so sorry.” I just stare at him waiting for him to continue. “I went over there needing to know why he fired us and it just happened.” I snort at that I can’t believe this.

“These things don’t just happen.” I find myself almost yelling and he cringes back from me. I know he wasn’t the main instigator and that just makes me angrier. “We’ll talk about this later but first….” I storm over to the hallway cupboard and pull out my hubcap axe. “I’m going to deal with Angel, once and for all.”

*****

Doyle’s POV

I follow Gunn back into the Hyperion even though I left it less than an hour ago. The sun is slowly rising and all I want is to have a nice long shower to get all these bodily fluids off me and then curl up in bed for the next ten hours. Unfortunately, Gunn wants to kill Angel because of what we did and I can’t let him do it. Which is why we’re back here. Gunn is storming up the stairs while I’m following him pleading with him to stop this nonsense. To come back home with me and cool off before coming to confront Angel. Gunn’s not listening and part of me can’t blame him for it.

“What is all the commotion?” Angel demands appearing in front of us looking freshly showered. Before I can say anything Gunn swings his axe, forcing Angel to somersault underneath it. He barrels into Gunn and I watch as they both go tumbling down the stairs until they hit the floor. Angel is up first, towering over Gunn.

“What did you go and do that for?” He is starting to sound pissed. That is so not good. Gunn kicks out with his feet before flipping up onto his own.

“What do you think this is about? Maybe it’s about you fucking my boyfriend after treating him like crap.” Gunn strikes out to hit Angel but the vampire blocks him. Despite how good a fighter Gunn is, he just isn’t in Angel’s league. Angel could neutralise Gunn easily but he isn’t, he is just blocking Gunn’s advances.

“What, jealous?” Angel taunts and I know Gunn just sees red, going at the vampire but losing all finesse and strategy in his rage. The spin around. Angel blocking and Gunn just getting more and more tired. I don’t even try to get in between them; this is something they need to work out for themselves. Suddenly they stop, Gunn panting for breath with Angel seemingly unaffected. They are so close together, facing each other. Angel would have to feel Gunn’s breath over his lips they’re that close. Angel moves forward and I watch as he kisses Gunn. Oh, that is so hot. Gunn just stands there stunned. Kiss him back, you idiot. He’s wanted this as much as I have; he’s just better at hiding it. Finally Gunn tentatively kisses Angel back. Yes!

*****

Angel’s POV

I pull Gunn’s unresisting form over my shoulder moving up the stairs. He seems dazed from our kiss. Probably only just worked a few things out. I realise Doyle isn’t following so I turn to face him.

“Get up these stairs,” I command, smiling at him. Gunn seems to be coming out of his daze.

“Hey, What?” I ignore him, staring at Doyle until he takes off up the stairs with me right on his heels. We soon make it to my room and I throw Gunn down on my bed. He is going to be spending a lot of time here. Doyle starts to hover in the door as if he doesn’t know if he’s intruding or not.

“You’re not going anywhere either.” I tell him, using vampire speed to get to his side. Before he knows what’s happening he is on the bed next to Gunn.

“I should have taken you on the bed last time. Now you’re going to watch Gunn and I before I take you again.” They just stare at me breathlessly. I wonder if they know that they’re nodding at my words. “You still haven’t showered have you Doyle? Mmm, I think I like the idea of you covered in our essences.” He moans and I suddenly know that this is going to work. I kiss Doyle delicately before paying attention to Gunn. I lean over him and just sniff, smelling Gunn. Knowing that I’ll always be able to find him from now on.

“Angel,” he moans moving his hands up my arms. “I always thought to be with you was crazy but I think I was crazy to fight it.” I silence him by locking my lips to his. He tastes divine. I wonder how he’ll react to my true face like this. I decide not to push it too far but I need to push a little. I pierce his tongue gently and suck the appendage into my mouth, drinking up his lifeblood. He bucks up into me, moaning loudly. Oh yeah, he will soon love it, ache for it. I let go of his mouth to see him bathed in candlelight. I didn’t light any candles. I stare around to realise that Doyle has been busy while we’ve been kissing. He’s lit every candle I have around the place and he’s stripped so he’s naked next to us. I study his form, feeling proud of the bruises on his flesh, though I don’t want him to always look like this. Gunn gasps as he takes in Doyle’s naked form.

“Are you going to do that to me?” He asks and I smell a fission of fear coming from him. I’m quick to reassure him. I don’t want them fearing me, fearing this.

“Not know, maybe one day when we both need it.” He looks at me confused and I know he doesn’t understand how Doyle and I both needed the violence earlier. Sometimes despite all that he’s seen and had to do Gunn is so damn innocent. We all forget that he isn’t that old a human, still discovering and learning things about the world around him. Doyle is the one to talk to him now, smoothing a hand down that dark face.

“I needed it, we both did, after firing us I was so angry with him. I felt like he had cut all ties to us. I needed to know I still belonged to him. That I was his. That’s what this is about.” Doyle takes Gunn’s hand in his running it over the bruises on Doyle’s body. “This is Angel’s way of showing me that I’m his and I needed that.” Gunn seems to accept it and I’m glad. He turns his attention away from Doyle and onto me.

“I don’t need that. I’m not ready for that, not yet.” I smile at him as I lose my shirt, deciding it’s time we were all naked.

“I know.” I stand up to take off my pants and boxers leaving me naked. As he starts to strip he gives a nervous laugh.

“I sound like a nervous virgin don’t I? Think I’ve lost all my street cred?” I stare appreciatively at all his long lines and dark skin appreciatively. Finally I get to see him like this.

“You haven’t lost anything.” I attack his neck with long swipes that soon reduce him to moans.

“Angel,” he pants, “will you please?” I smile at his question, of course I will. I let my game face come to the fore and I bury my head in his neck. Slicing through his skin, claiming him as mine for anyone to see just as I did to Doyle earlier.

“ANGEL!” He screams as he convulses underneath me, and I feel him come between us. I drink only a couple of swallows before withdrawing my fangs. He whimpers at the loss, completely sated. I watch the blood seep out of his wounds and down his chocolate skin for a moment before sweeping in to lick up a few drops. The blood red contrasted perfectly against his skin. Once the area is clean I sit up to find Doyle sitting there staring at us intently and very aroused.

“What do you want to see?” I ask him knowing, that he wants to watch.

*****

Gunn’s POV

I lay spread eagled across Angel’s huge bed still recovering from my last orgasm. My legs are spread and my feet are planted firmly on the bed so that Angel can fit comfortably between them. There’s a pillow under my ass and Angel’s playing with my opening. I usually top, I can count on one hand the amount of times I’ve been taken. I guess that’s about to change. I don’t see Angel as anything but the top. There are two fingers stretching me open and I’m surprised at how gentle he is being after what I saw on Doyle, I thought that’s what it would be like between us. He massages the nub inside me and I can’t help but push up into it, wanting more of him in me. Needing him, I haven’t felt like this before, not like I feel now, with both him and Doyle here. Doyle is watching Angel’s fingers intently, watching him move them in and out of me, watching where they disappear into me. He looks at my face and grins at me looking at him. Angel adds another finger and I groan at the stretch. As much as I hate to admit it, I want him in me now.

“Please, Angel,” could I sound any needier?

“Shh, patience,” he whispers down at me, his hand never ceasing its movement in me. He then starts to talk to Doyle.

“You want to do more than watch?” he asks and Doyle can only nod his eagerness. “I’ve got a chest of toys under the bed. You can use whatever you want, on yourself.” Doyle stares at him, half eager and half disappointed that he can’t join in with us this time. “Sorry Doyle but I want Charles to come from the feel of my cock alone.” I stare at him, he used my given name. I didn’t even know he knew it. Doyle suddenly springs into action leaning over the side of the bed giving us a great view of his ass. An ass that is only marred with a perfect bite mark on it. I have to smile. Angel might as well have tattooed ‘Property of Angel’ across them. I can’t think the next moment when Angel’s fingers leave my tunnel. I need them back, they felt so good, and I think I could have come just from them alone. The next moment he is pushing into me and I gasp at how big he feels… I don’t think I can, but then he’s popping through my sphincter and I can take him, it feels right to have him there. I thrash my head from side to side and catch sight of Doyle. He’s got an old fashioned chest open next to him and I watch as he pulls out a thin black dildo. Angel then thrusts into me and I gasp my eyes rolling up into my head. That feels so good. Why did I insist on topping all this time? For a long time I get lost in the feeling of Angel taking me, thrusting in and out, over and over and over. Not changing pace or angle so that he slides against that happy little nub of nerves. Every. Single. Time! I think I’m going to go insane. I feel an arm brush against mine where it is tangled in the bed sheets. I open eyes that I didn’t know I’d closed to find Doyle laying next to me on his stomach, staring at me intently and panting harshly.

“What?” I manage to gasp out surprised that I can talk. He smirks before speaking in his husky Irish lilt.

“While he’s fucking you, he’s also using the, ahh, dildo on me, mmm.” I just stare at him and then moan as Angel enters me again. He’s not even moving low enough that my cock can rub against his stomach, get some friction.

“I can’t… I need to… please,” I end up begging desperate to come, watching as Doyle moves back, obviously fucking himself on the dildo Angel’s holding. Angel stares down at me and I’m mesmerised by his eyes.

“You can come whenever you want to but only from the feel of me in you, taking you over and over. Can you feel it Charles? Feel how I fit in you perfectly, making you feel so full?” I can’t take it anymore I scream, coming, it’s more intense than anything and I feel myself passing out. Wow that’s one for the record books.