TITLE: Nancy-Boy Hair Gel
AUTHOR: Kate Bolin
EMAIL: dymphna@ametro.net
PAIRING: Angel/Doyle
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Angel has a special recipe for hair gel. Angel/Doyle
SPOILERS: General "Angel". Plus one tiny one from last Tuesday's ep. Be
forwarned.
DISCLAIMER: These characters are the property of Joss Whedon, David
Greenwalt, 20th Century Fox, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar, Kuzui, and Greenwolf
Productions. By this work of fanfiction, I mean only tribute, not
infringement.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: A quickie for a quickie. And a complete homage to Woodinat's
amazing "Gee, your hair smells terrific!" (on
http://www.deadboyandxander.com) Obviously, Angel hasn't given up that
particular hair treatment ;)
Oh, and hi, just joined, here's some fic.

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"Say no more...evil's afoot, and i'm almost out of that nancyboy hairgel I
like so much. Quickly, to the Angelmobile...away!"
--Spike, pretending to be Angel.

     Doyle bit his lip, sweat breaking out on his brow, his eyes closed
tightly. He let out a strangled, harsh sound from deep within his throat,
his head falling back against his shoulders. "Jesus Christ," he whispered,
licking dry lips.

     Angel's lips curved into a smirk, smirking as well as he could with
Doyle's cock sliding back and forth between his lips. He sucked harder,
sliding his tongue along the sensitive underside, nipping his teeth gently
against the head.

     Doyle's hips were slowly thrusting, pushing into Angel's mouth, 
pulling away from Angel's mouth, groaning at the pleasure, getting closer
and closer to that glorious point....

     Angel pulled away right before Doyle came, gently grasping Doyle's
cock with his hand, rubbing his thumb against the bottom, stroking gently.

     Doyle gave a harsh rough shout as he came, his entire body breaking
out into tiny spines. Angel let go of Doyle's cock before the spines
reached it, and rested his face against Doyle's thighs, feeling the smaller
demon come onto his hair.

     Doyle wavered for a bit, then slumped onto the couch. Angel stood
up and pulled a comb out of his long black trenchcoat, combing his hair
into that perfect, slightly highlighted, elegant shape. Doyle lifted his
head slightly, looking up at the vampire. "You've got a very peculiar
habit. You know that, right?"

     Angel just gave Doyle a near-Angelus smirk. "It's the best for my
hair..."

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