Title: I want that man 
Author: Kitty 
Email: KittyTN1@yahoo.com 
Pairing: Angel/Doyle 
Rating: NC-17 
Disclaimer: Non of the characters belong to me, I am receiving 
no profit for it, please do no sue me. 
Summary: Angel and Doyle are returning home from a case and 
on the way down to Angel’s apartment the lift breaks… 
By the way it helps if you here Blondie’s ‘I want that man’ in 
the background. 




Doyle glanced at the man standing opposite him, had he always been this 
gorgeous. Angel was leaning up against the wall of the lift, rubbing a hand 
through his hair tiredly. 
Both men were exhausted, their last case had been extremely difficult, some 
type of Demon, Doyle had forgotten the name had been out to get some 
innocent victim or other and they had gone to protect them. 14 hours and two 
pretty big fights later it was all over and Doyle and Angel were travelling 
in the lift down to Angel’s apartment, Doyle had been so exhausted that 
Angel said he could crash at his place. 
It was not that he hadn’t known Angel was a good-looking man, he had told 
Cordelia, as much, it had just never effected him like this. He silently 
prayed that Angel wouldn’t notice his hard on. For some reason everything 
Angel had done today turned him on. And it wasn’t as if he had done anything 
out of the ordinary, Doyle just seemed to be looking at him differently for 
some reason. Angel fighting those Demons, something Doyle had seen countless 
times, had today reduced Doyle to a shivering mess, figuratively speaking. 
This could prove to be very embarrassing. 
Angel glanced across at Doyle and swallowed the lump in his throat. The man 
had no idea how devastating he was or the effect he had on Angel. He seemed 
slightly nervous, perhaps an aftermath of the fight, and it made Angel as 
Horny as hell. 
At first when he moved to LA he was so wrapped up in Buffy that he had 
hardly noticed Doyle, too busy moping over her and the fact that they 
couldn’t be together. But recently he had started to look at Doyle 
differently and today it had become almost unbearable. 
The Irish accent he had taken for granted before, today had given him the 
hard on of a life time. He shifted uncomfortably hoping Doyle wouldn’t 
notice, it really wasn’t something he wanted to have to explain. 
A sudden jolt sent them both flying as the left screeched to a halt. Angel 
pulled himself up and offered Doyle his hand. Doyle took reluctantly, the 
physical contact with Angel too much he withdrew it quickly 
"What happened?" he asked nervously. 
Angel shrugged "Not sure, guess something in the mechanics broke down." "So 
what do we do?" "Guess we wait for Cordelia to come home." 
"How long will that be?" Doyle asked, the thought of being cramped in here 
with Angel for hours didn’t really appeal to him. 
"I’ve no idea, probably not until the morning," Angel admitted praying he 
had the self-control to restrain himself that long. 
Doyle nodded. "Fine." 
Both of them spent the next few minutes in uncomfortable silence, trying to 
avoid the other's eyes. 
"So," they both said at the same time, their eyes meeting. 
Both amazed at the mirrored lust they saw there. Both of them moved away 
from the walls of the lift in lightening speed, meeting in the middle in a 
passionate kiss, tongues and teeth clashing wildly. 
Moaning into Doyle’s mouth Angel threw them both up against the lift wall. 
Frantically they both began removing the other's clothes, running their 
hands over the previously unexplored flesh. Soon they were both completely 
naked. 
Doyle shut his eyes as Angel dropped to his knees, he could not believe this 
was happening, it was like some kind of fantasy. 
Gently, Angel took Doyle’s cock into his mouth, realising how long he had 
wanted this for. 
Doyle moaned and his hands ran through Angel’s hair clutching firmly as 
Angel deep throated him. Feeling Doyle approach orgasm Angel released his 
cock and stood up planting a kiss on Doyle’s lips before turning him around. 

Angel realised that they had no lube so spat on his fingers, hoping it would 
be good enough. Gently he inserted one finger, feeling the muscles clench 
around him then give way. Doyle arched back against him and Angel added 
another finger, thrusting gently. 
"Ready?" he asked softly 
Doyle nodded, "definitely." 
Angel grinned and positioned himself at Doyle’s entrance, entering slowly 
not wanting to hurt him, groaning at the pleasure of the feel of being 
inside the hot tight hole. 
Doyle gasped in pleasure as Angel began thrusting into him, God how he had 
wanted this man, probably for longer than he realised. He turned his head 
round, capturing Angel’s lips kissing him deeply, thrusting his tongue into 
the vampire’s mouth, mimicking the rhythm Angel had set. 
Feeling his own orgasm approaching Angel reached round and began to pump 
Doyle’s cock in time with his thrusts, wanting to bring him over at the same 
time. 
Both men came together, Angel shooting his load into Doyle and Doyle into 
Angel’s hand and over the lift wall. 
Both men sunk to the floor, exhausted but happy and curling up in each 
other’s arms they feel asleep. 
The next morning Angel awoke slowly, tying to remember where he was suddenly 
he heard footsteps far off and a shout of "Angel you up yet." 
He quickly scrambled to his feet waking Doyle in the process and began 
pulling on his clothes 
"What’s up man?" the half demon asked confused. 
"Angel?" Cordelia called again. 
Doyle groaned and jumped up, starting to pull his clothes on as well. 
Both froze as they heard her coming close to the lift "Angel you down 
there?" "Shit" they both muttered.