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Angel the Series › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,615
Reviews:
1
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0
Currently Reading:
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To Sleep
Fandom: Angel the Series
Pairing: Angel/ Doyle
Rating: NC17
Author: Mightbeme
E-mail: Lee_Michelle_t@hotmail.com
Feedback: yes please
Spoilers: Season 3
Disclaimer: Not mine don’t own em ( they belong to Joss) sigh.
Notes: I felt so badly about the death of Glen Quinn that I wrote this, not sure about the appropriateness of it and I really don’t want to offend anyone. His death is a great loss to us all, I loved his Doyle, who was a wonderful character, I wish he’d been on Angel longer.
The quote “To sleep perchance to dream etc” is from Hamlet by William Shakespeare
To Sleep
Darkness surrounded him, silence deep and formless as the swirling water around him. All he could do was think, sleep gnawed at him trying to entice him to rest, to forget and yet he spurned it. Still remembering the moment his son had betrayed him, when he had given in to his righteous anger, sealed him in this coffin and left him to his fate.
In the timeless age since then he’d run through the gamut of emotions, loss, grief, anger, resentment. Buill ill deep in his heart he loved his son, trying to reconcile the angry youth with the baby he’d held in his arms. He thought of his friends, his enemies and how the two could sometimes be the same. He sighed and stared out into the dark, watching the occasional curious fish that came to visit his watery grave. His prison gave him no room to manoeuvre and he risked his sanity trying to ignore the phantom itches that plagued him. A long slow death stretched on frn front of him, hunger had already given way to starvation, his body screamed for sustenance that he began to think he would never see or taste again.
“To sleep, perchance to dream, aye there’s the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come”
His tattered voice echoed in his ears, the ragged sound unwelcome in the silence. Balefully he closed his eyes, tired beyond reckoning of his fate, begging the powers that be for an end. Sleep whispered around him, coaxing him down into dreams, darkness closed over him and he fell……
Peace….he felt at peace….
*Am I dead…..*
Angel woke to the feel of a warm weight, a comforting presence in his arms and he pressed his eyelids closed tighter. Unwilling to wake and find himself back in his empty hell. He let his senses roam, sniffing lightly then wriggling his nose as fine hair tickled him. He felt like he was lying down, he could feel softness under him and someone was stretched out over him like a blanket. He was naked, they both were, the full body contact warmed him and he felt himself glorying in the freedom. His hands twitched and he felt soft warm skin under his fingers, he stroked lightly almost reverently as the man in his arms woke. He felt the man turn in his arms slightly, warm breath ghosted across his skin and a mellow voice called to him.
“You going to do that all day, or are ye just pretendin’ to sleep”
At the first lilt of brogue in that beloved voice, Angel’s eyes flew open, disbelief evident on his face. Dark brown eyes glittering with tears met cheerful green ones in a face he’d never thought he’d see again. Arms tightened as Angel buried his face in Doyle’s neck and sobbed. Relief flowed through him followed by a hundred other emotions…. sadness for the time they’d missed, grief for letting his most cherished friend die when he should have, happiness and relief at being reunited.
Doyle held him safe until he felt the battering forces abate, tears wet his face and trickled on to warm skin.
“Hush now Angel, I never picked you for the weepin type, all that strong brooding manliness you had goir yer ye was a great cover.”
Angel had to chuckle at that, Doyle’s way of using humour to lighten the emotional times was so familiar, so dear.
“Doyle” Angel had to caress that skin, warm and golden, soft as silk under his fingers. The other man leaned into the gentle touch, closing his eyes briefly before taking those hesitant fingers and kissing them lightly. He put them away from him and smiled down at Angel, who could hardly believe he was holding Doyle, his Doyle.
“Is this heaven?”
“I don’t think heaven is this bland”
Doyle gestured at the white formless area they were lying in, there was nothing as far as the eye could see. It was like their own private world, they lay on the ground but it was as soft as clouds beneath them. No sun shone, no stars gleamed….….they just…were.
“Are we dead?”
“In a way, yes then in another no”
“You come back to me after I let you die and you bring me riddles?”
Guilt and relief in one sentence but Doyle wasn’t letting Angel get away with guilt.
His eyes narrowed for a moment and he tried to push away, but Angel wasn’t about to let him go now.
“Listen to me ya great idjit I’m only gonna say this once…. I chose this, I chose to die, it wasn’t your fault, so get over it already”
Angel couldn’t tear his eyes away from Doyle, he looked so…..alive, so full of fire, his eyes flashing as he spoke. Then his voice softened and he placed his hand on Angel’s cheek.
“I know you’ve carried that guilt locked away in your heart….oh on the surface you managed to carry on and live your life but you can’t keep hoarding the hurts in your life. You loved me, I know cause I loved you too….it doesn’t matter that we never said it….I felt it” he reached down and took Angel’s hand pressing it over his heart.
“here…..whenever I needed someone, you were there for me…..and now when you needed me I came for you”
Angel swallowed the lump in his throat and lifted up his head to kiss Doyle lightly on the lips. The gentle caress burned him, the hitch in Doyle’s breath caused him to moan and deepen their embrace. He rolled them over catching Doyle beneath his body, pressing against him, leaving him in no doubt about his love for him. Passion rose lazily, coiling around them as they kissed while hands stroked across each other’s sensitive skin. Doyle’s fingers ran down Angel’s back lightly following the dip and curve of each vertebra until they found and delved gently between his cheeks. Angel gasped into Doyle’s mouth, wanting, needing more, grinding his hips in small circular movements, giving and receiving pleasure endlessly. Doyle spread his legs further apart granting access to his lover, his breathy moans all that Angel needed to hear to continue. He trailed his lips over Doyle’s cheek, making his way towards the soft skin below his ear. He smiled to himself at his lovers panting breaths as he took the earlobe between his teeth and worried it gently. Pushing his hips up, he thrust gently against Doyle, their erections working against one another. Slippery strands of precum glistened and wound around their cocks, the velvet heads heavy, their balls aching for release.
Doyle pushed Angel back on his knees, staring at him in wordless need as he pulled his legs up and exposed himself. Angel shuddered and ran his hands over Doyle’s knees, stroking them before continuing on down his inner thighs. He watched as the Irishman licked his lips, the tip of his pulling his lush lower lip in to catch between his teeth. He used both hands to slide down the outside of Doyle’s legs pulling him towards him, encouraging him to lock them behind his back. Guiding his cock with one hand Angel found the entrance to Doyle’s body, steadily rubbing and then pushing, working his way into the place he most wanted to be. He cried out as Doyle’s body welcomed him, he felt in his heart that he was home, where he was loved and needed. Gathering Doyle into his arms he thrust in and out, joyful at the passionate responses. Angel threw his head back they made love, trying to draw it out for as long as possible, he looked back at his lover and his breathe caught involuntarily in his throat. Doyle’s eyes were wide, his pupils dilated in a face caught in the throes of orgasm, between them he felt the warmth of bodily fluids spraying up to coat his stomach. The convulsions that ran the length of that warm body, caused his cock to twitch as they clamped down on him. Thrusting hard….once…twice….oh god three more times and he was falling, cumming with a vengeance, giving all he had to a love he’d thought long dead. Crying out in pleasure as he emptied himself deep in Doyle’s tight body, shivering in the aftershocks, aching to do it again and again and again.
Neither man spoke as they lay entwined, Doyle’s hands secured Angel against his body, one in his hair while the other stroked his back. The silence eventually broken as Doyle idly carded his fingers through Angel’s hair.
“This is a choice you know, the powers figure that you’ve done your time as a warrior for the light. You can give it up if you want, stay here and be with me forever…..”
He halted for a moment hands still, as Angel digested his words.
“Or?”
“You can go back….to the sea……you will be rescued but it will take awhile.”
Angel stiffened and tried to roll away but Doyle’s hands stilled him, the vampire’s voice was shaky when he finally gathered himself to speak.
“I…don’t know…..I love you and I don’t want to lose you again….but I don’t think I can stay….I need to find my son, to make things right with him….to help him”
Doyle smiled looking deeply into Angel’s eyes, his expression was only a little sad as he spoke.
“I know….fight the good fight and all that but there’s just one thing I need to tell you Angel. If you must go…then go… I understand the work we did….the good that you can still do and you know that I will always be with you. With all of you….my heart was yours long before this and it will ever be yours. Take it with my blessing, let it strengthen you in your dark times, feel it warm you when your cold…. look back on this time we had together and regret nothing because…..I’m a part of you….I’ll always be a part of you”
He softly kissed Angel, his thumbs brushing the tears from the vampire’s eyes as he whispered against his love’s lips.
“To sleep, perchance to dream”
A self-depreciating half smile lit his face and Angel wept at the oh so familiar expression.
“Ay there’s the rub”
Then his smile was gentle again and Angel sensed this was their final goodbye.
“For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come….goodbye my love”
Darkness fell, and Angel felt it drag him down, the lilting Irish voice echoing in his ears and heart.
“Remember me, I’ll always love you”
He plummeted into the deat sle sleep a tiny smile upon his lips as tears trickled from his eyes.
He woke abruptly to the unchanging vista of the sea, though he still carried the sadness of their parting his heart was lighter.
“I’ll always remember you my love”
The current swirled around him moving the seaweed back and forth, reminding him that time would pass and he would once again walk the earth. Until then he had his memories to give him all he needed.
“Rest in peace Doyle”
The End
Pairing: Angel/ Doyle
Rating: NC17
Author: Mightbeme
E-mail: Lee_Michelle_t@hotmail.com
Feedback: yes please
Spoilers: Season 3
Disclaimer: Not mine don’t own em ( they belong to Joss) sigh.
Notes: I felt so badly about the death of Glen Quinn that I wrote this, not sure about the appropriateness of it and I really don’t want to offend anyone. His death is a great loss to us all, I loved his Doyle, who was a wonderful character, I wish he’d been on Angel longer.
The quote “To sleep perchance to dream etc” is from Hamlet by William Shakespeare
To Sleep
Darkness surrounded him, silence deep and formless as the swirling water around him. All he could do was think, sleep gnawed at him trying to entice him to rest, to forget and yet he spurned it. Still remembering the moment his son had betrayed him, when he had given in to his righteous anger, sealed him in this coffin and left him to his fate.
In the timeless age since then he’d run through the gamut of emotions, loss, grief, anger, resentment. Buill ill deep in his heart he loved his son, trying to reconcile the angry youth with the baby he’d held in his arms. He thought of his friends, his enemies and how the two could sometimes be the same. He sighed and stared out into the dark, watching the occasional curious fish that came to visit his watery grave. His prison gave him no room to manoeuvre and he risked his sanity trying to ignore the phantom itches that plagued him. A long slow death stretched on frn front of him, hunger had already given way to starvation, his body screamed for sustenance that he began to think he would never see or taste again.
“To sleep, perchance to dream, aye there’s the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come”
His tattered voice echoed in his ears, the ragged sound unwelcome in the silence. Balefully he closed his eyes, tired beyond reckoning of his fate, begging the powers that be for an end. Sleep whispered around him, coaxing him down into dreams, darkness closed over him and he fell……
Peace….he felt at peace….
*Am I dead…..*
Angel woke to the feel of a warm weight, a comforting presence in his arms and he pressed his eyelids closed tighter. Unwilling to wake and find himself back in his empty hell. He let his senses roam, sniffing lightly then wriggling his nose as fine hair tickled him. He felt like he was lying down, he could feel softness under him and someone was stretched out over him like a blanket. He was naked, they both were, the full body contact warmed him and he felt himself glorying in the freedom. His hands twitched and he felt soft warm skin under his fingers, he stroked lightly almost reverently as the man in his arms woke. He felt the man turn in his arms slightly, warm breath ghosted across his skin and a mellow voice called to him.
“You going to do that all day, or are ye just pretendin’ to sleep”
At the first lilt of brogue in that beloved voice, Angel’s eyes flew open, disbelief evident on his face. Dark brown eyes glittering with tears met cheerful green ones in a face he’d never thought he’d see again. Arms tightened as Angel buried his face in Doyle’s neck and sobbed. Relief flowed through him followed by a hundred other emotions…. sadness for the time they’d missed, grief for letting his most cherished friend die when he should have, happiness and relief at being reunited.
Doyle held him safe until he felt the battering forces abate, tears wet his face and trickled on to warm skin.
“Hush now Angel, I never picked you for the weepin type, all that strong brooding manliness you had goir yer ye was a great cover.”
Angel had to chuckle at that, Doyle’s way of using humour to lighten the emotional times was so familiar, so dear.
“Doyle” Angel had to caress that skin, warm and golden, soft as silk under his fingers. The other man leaned into the gentle touch, closing his eyes briefly before taking those hesitant fingers and kissing them lightly. He put them away from him and smiled down at Angel, who could hardly believe he was holding Doyle, his Doyle.
“Is this heaven?”
“I don’t think heaven is this bland”
Doyle gestured at the white formless area they were lying in, there was nothing as far as the eye could see. It was like their own private world, they lay on the ground but it was as soft as clouds beneath them. No sun shone, no stars gleamed….….they just…were.
“Are we dead?”
“In a way, yes then in another no”
“You come back to me after I let you die and you bring me riddles?”
Guilt and relief in one sentence but Doyle wasn’t letting Angel get away with guilt.
His eyes narrowed for a moment and he tried to push away, but Angel wasn’t about to let him go now.
“Listen to me ya great idjit I’m only gonna say this once…. I chose this, I chose to die, it wasn’t your fault, so get over it already”
Angel couldn’t tear his eyes away from Doyle, he looked so…..alive, so full of fire, his eyes flashing as he spoke. Then his voice softened and he placed his hand on Angel’s cheek.
“I know you’ve carried that guilt locked away in your heart….oh on the surface you managed to carry on and live your life but you can’t keep hoarding the hurts in your life. You loved me, I know cause I loved you too….it doesn’t matter that we never said it….I felt it” he reached down and took Angel’s hand pressing it over his heart.
“here…..whenever I needed someone, you were there for me…..and now when you needed me I came for you”
Angel swallowed the lump in his throat and lifted up his head to kiss Doyle lightly on the lips. The gentle caress burned him, the hitch in Doyle’s breath caused him to moan and deepen their embrace. He rolled them over catching Doyle beneath his body, pressing against him, leaving him in no doubt about his love for him. Passion rose lazily, coiling around them as they kissed while hands stroked across each other’s sensitive skin. Doyle’s fingers ran down Angel’s back lightly following the dip and curve of each vertebra until they found and delved gently between his cheeks. Angel gasped into Doyle’s mouth, wanting, needing more, grinding his hips in small circular movements, giving and receiving pleasure endlessly. Doyle spread his legs further apart granting access to his lover, his breathy moans all that Angel needed to hear to continue. He trailed his lips over Doyle’s cheek, making his way towards the soft skin below his ear. He smiled to himself at his lovers panting breaths as he took the earlobe between his teeth and worried it gently. Pushing his hips up, he thrust gently against Doyle, their erections working against one another. Slippery strands of precum glistened and wound around their cocks, the velvet heads heavy, their balls aching for release.
Doyle pushed Angel back on his knees, staring at him in wordless need as he pulled his legs up and exposed himself. Angel shuddered and ran his hands over Doyle’s knees, stroking them before continuing on down his inner thighs. He watched as the Irishman licked his lips, the tip of his pulling his lush lower lip in to catch between his teeth. He used both hands to slide down the outside of Doyle’s legs pulling him towards him, encouraging him to lock them behind his back. Guiding his cock with one hand Angel found the entrance to Doyle’s body, steadily rubbing and then pushing, working his way into the place he most wanted to be. He cried out as Doyle’s body welcomed him, he felt in his heart that he was home, where he was loved and needed. Gathering Doyle into his arms he thrust in and out, joyful at the passionate responses. Angel threw his head back they made love, trying to draw it out for as long as possible, he looked back at his lover and his breathe caught involuntarily in his throat. Doyle’s eyes were wide, his pupils dilated in a face caught in the throes of orgasm, between them he felt the warmth of bodily fluids spraying up to coat his stomach. The convulsions that ran the length of that warm body, caused his cock to twitch as they clamped down on him. Thrusting hard….once…twice….oh god three more times and he was falling, cumming with a vengeance, giving all he had to a love he’d thought long dead. Crying out in pleasure as he emptied himself deep in Doyle’s tight body, shivering in the aftershocks, aching to do it again and again and again.
Neither man spoke as they lay entwined, Doyle’s hands secured Angel against his body, one in his hair while the other stroked his back. The silence eventually broken as Doyle idly carded his fingers through Angel’s hair.
“This is a choice you know, the powers figure that you’ve done your time as a warrior for the light. You can give it up if you want, stay here and be with me forever…..”
He halted for a moment hands still, as Angel digested his words.
“Or?”
“You can go back….to the sea……you will be rescued but it will take awhile.”
Angel stiffened and tried to roll away but Doyle’s hands stilled him, the vampire’s voice was shaky when he finally gathered himself to speak.
“I…don’t know…..I love you and I don’t want to lose you again….but I don’t think I can stay….I need to find my son, to make things right with him….to help him”
Doyle smiled looking deeply into Angel’s eyes, his expression was only a little sad as he spoke.
“I know….fight the good fight and all that but there’s just one thing I need to tell you Angel. If you must go…then go… I understand the work we did….the good that you can still do and you know that I will always be with you. With all of you….my heart was yours long before this and it will ever be yours. Take it with my blessing, let it strengthen you in your dark times, feel it warm you when your cold…. look back on this time we had together and regret nothing because…..I’m a part of you….I’ll always be a part of you”
He softly kissed Angel, his thumbs brushing the tears from the vampire’s eyes as he whispered against his love’s lips.
“To sleep, perchance to dream”
A self-depreciating half smile lit his face and Angel wept at the oh so familiar expression.
“Ay there’s the rub”
Then his smile was gentle again and Angel sensed this was their final goodbye.
“For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come….goodbye my love”
Darkness fell, and Angel felt it drag him down, the lilting Irish voice echoing in his ears and heart.
“Remember me, I’ll always love you”
He plummeted into the deat sle sleep a tiny smile upon his lips as tears trickled from his eyes.
He woke abruptly to the unchanging vista of the sea, though he still carried the sadness of their parting his heart was lighter.
“I’ll always remember you my love”
The current swirled around him moving the seaweed back and forth, reminding him that time would pass and he would once again walk the earth. Until then he had his memories to give him all he needed.
“Rest in peace Doyle”
The End