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Light In Shadow, Shadow In Light	By : Esme Category: M through R > Merry Gentry Views: 6457 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Light in Shadow, Shadow In Light.
Author: Esme
Distribution: Secrets & Sins. Anyone else, ask and ye shall receive
Rating: NC17 slash
Summary: Doyle comforts Frost in his fear of returning to the Unseelie Court under the rule of Queen Andais
Pairing: Doyle/Frost
Spoilers: Merry Gentry book II - A Caress Of Twilight
Warnings: Homoerotic content
Status: Complete
Category: Slash
Feedback: Yes please.
Notes: Haven’t written slash for a while, and this bunny has been bugging me since I read the novel. Constructive criticism and feedback more than welcome, but no flames please - they’re not very nice.
Disclaimer: Characters pertaining to the Merry Gentry novels remain the sole property and copyright of Laurell K Hamilton. I’m just playing with her boys for a while, and I’ll return them when I’m done. I don’t make any money from this, it’s purely all for keeping my sanity in tact
Written: 02/12/03
Dedication: For Mihan, who loves my slash and loves the boys.

“ I can’t do it Doyle. I cannot do it. I’d rather die. I’ll let myself fade first.”
- Frost to Doyle in A Caress of Twilight by Laurell K. Hamilton

The moon was low and large in the velveteen veil of midnight blue sky. Stars scattered across space, the sparkling dance of their nightly festivals in full flow. Below, in the City of Angels, a private war raged within the confines of a dream. A war of freedom. A war of emotion.

Frost woke with a start in the soft bed of his lover; the Princess Meredith NicEssus, of the Unseelie Court of the Sidhe. His gaze swam over her body, which lay next to his own, and he gently raised his hand and gently stroked his hand across her cheek. He smiled sweetly as she moved towards his touch, but withdrew his hand as a pained expression took over his features, and he remembered what had happened before he had slept.

Queen Andais.

The thought was enough to make him shudder and his mind raced at the thought of having to return to a life where he was subject to her whim and forced to make a fool of himself for her enjoyment. For he was a Queens guard, chosen as a companion. But he was not equal, he, like all the guards were property. They were owned and controlled like puppets by the Queen of Air and Darkness. It was then that he remembered Doyle, and how he had been held in strong arms as he cried for worry of losing his freedom once more. How he was held by two sets of arms as he fell into sleep and dream.

Since his beautiful Meredith had become a possible heir to the throne, his life had changed tremendously, as had Doyle’s. Both men were competing with one another for Merry’s affections and to be King to her Queen. Yet in his turmoil, Doyle had supported him, and kept him safe. Frost looked around the room, clothes remained strewn about the floor from “their” show for the reception with Andais, but there was no Doyle. Now fully awake, Frost climbed from the bed, pulled a pair of boxers on and left the room. He found Doyle merged within the shadows of the living room, his vigilant eye watching for any danger that may arise.

Doyle didn’t turn at the sound of light footfalls behind him; he knew that Frost was there before he even saw the reflection in the glass of the window. Pale silver hair flowed gently over tanned, well toned flesh. Swirling eyes bore into his very soul.

“I made a promise. I intend to keep it.”

Frost nodded at the words. Doyle had promised that he would not let any of the guard return to Andais and Frost knew it was true. If he had any doubt of the Dark guard’s honesty, it was washed away when he saw the look in his opposite’s eyes. White and silver swirling orbs met rainbow as their eyes locked across the room. And suddenbodibodies were moving toward each other, slicing through the air with prowess. Neither submitting control to the other. Frost reached out his hand and placed it flat upon Doyle’s chest, the feel of foreign flesh beneath his own causing his heart to beat wildly. The two men stepped closer, and their bodies merged, twining into each other, white on black, pale on shade.

Not for years before the Geas was forced upon the guard had Frost and Doyle thought about each other sexually, their long separation and the fact that touch was forbidden - upon the Queens rule - meant they could never have been together as they once wanted to be. Now that they both loved Meredith, they may never have the opportunity to act upon impulse again.

A quiet whisper. A question of certainty. An acceptance. A kiss. Fuelled with flame of passion and need, desire and want, tongues duelled for dominance, fought for superiority, then slowed; to and almost painful pace of longing, tasting, remembering…

Doyle’s hands combed through Frost’s long white strands of hair, as his own dark braids were pushed away from his skin and wrapped around fists of lust. His hands found Frost’s bare thighs and he scraped his fingernails across the tender flesh of them, before finding material, and sliding his palm across, around and over the boxer shorts, hesitating for only a second before a low moan escaped from his pale lovers lips, as his fingers pressed firmly against the hard shaft beneath the material. Frost shuddered, and leaned into the touch. His head rolled back in pleasure, and his eyes fluttered shut as Doyle hooked his fingertips over the edge of the material, and dragged the now constricting underwear away from his skin, freeing him to the cool air of the night.

Doyle stepped back to admire Frost, he reached out tenderly, dragging his fingers across the pale skin, the contrast against his own darkness appealing to him. The look on Frost’s face was priceless. The silver haired warrior looked in pure ecstasy, emotion flickering across his face with every touch that Doyle made. A tongue snaked out to lick drying lips, and Doyle caught it with his own and sucked it into his mouth greedily, lust overpowering a fraction of his control. He trailed open mouthed kisses across Frost’s cheek, and down his neck, to the smooth expanse of chest, where he took each nipple into his mouth in turn, pinching at them with his teeth, hardening them with strokes of his tongue. He licked from them down to the pale navel of his lover, and further down, as he moved to a kneeling position and licked the tip of Frost’s cock with his tongue, before taking it in his mouth, and suckling it with a fierce intensity.

Frost’s hands wound through Doyle’s hair, guiding his head back and forth as his cock was engulfed in wet heat, and tried to stop himself from thrusting into the inviting throat of his lover. A soft grunt escaped him as Doyle swallowed around him, causing him to jerk with satisfaction. Then the heat was gone, replaced with the warm, tight feeling of a fist, and Doyle’s hand was moving back and forth along his cock, and he was thrusting into the flesh surrounding it. He threw his head back in abandon and his hands flew out, grabbing at Doyle, pulling him flush against the body losing control in front of him.
Doyle pushed himself further against Frost’s skin, nakedness against nakedness, they merged with one another, their flesh glowing like the moonlight as their pace quickened and Frost reciprocated Doyle’s actions by taking Doyle’s painfully hard cock into his own hand and began pumping it in rhythm to his movements. Soon, the two were thrusting against each other wildly, their skin burning with passion and flame and power, their energies erupting and overflowing into each others.

Mouths found each other among the moaning, and silenced each other with need and desire. Sweat slicked skin met similar as the two bodies wound together in the darkness and tumbled to the floor as gently and quietly as they couDoylDoyle pressed himself down on Frost’s body, and hardness met hardness as he pushed himself closer to his lover. His dark braids fell across his face and intertwined with Frost’s own hair, and energies rose and flowed from them, emanating glowing light and shadows swirling together in harmony, as Doyle took both his and Frost’s cocks together in his fist, and pushed them against his stomach, back and forth, pace quickening. Frost lost control of himself, and came, his orgasm causing him to spasm violently against the man who brought the sensation upon him. He looked up and saw Doyle’s eyes, swirling tricolours, and nodded. He didn’t need to hear the silent question to know what it was. He needed this, and so did Doyle.

Doyle released his hand from Frost’s cock, and leaned over to the side of him, where he propped himself up on one elbow, and, using his free hand, raised it to his lovers mouth and traced light touches across Frost’s lips. Frost took the invitation, and sucked the digits into his mouth, swirling them around his tongue, his eyes never leaving Doyle’s as he raised himself up and over Frost’s body, and straddled him. Doyle pulled his hand away, and slid his palm and fingers across Frost’s stomach, coating them in the warm come, before drawing a line down to Frosts scrotum, and across the puckered entry of his backside. He probed at the opening slightly with his fingers, before pushing them in, and Frost raised his hips off the floor slightly to make it easier for Doyle to prepare him. Doyle stretched him a finger at a time, until he felt he was ready, then leaned down to Frost and took his mouth in a deep passionate kiss as he raised Frost’s left leg from the floor, and slid into the tight channel.

Frost hissed as he was breached, but Doyle pushed on, past the tight muscle, and then stopped, allowing him to adjust to the sensation. Then it happened. The pain disappeared, and all was left was pleasure. Each slight movement Doyle made sent lightening to Frost’s eyelids, and he sighed in contentment, as he pushed his hips forward and Doyle’s cock slipped further inside him. Taking the movement and moaning as a good sign, Doyle began to move steadily, relishing in the feel of the intense heat and tightness surrounding him. He had never experienced another man like this, and was overwhelmed at the feeling of another man beneath him. He wondered how his lover felt.

As if sensing his thoughts, Frost pushed himself further forward from his hips, and began writhing around Doyle’s cock, tightening his muscles with each movement, causDoylDoyle to gasp of surprise. Then both men lost control. Frost moved his other leg around Doyle’s waist and locked them across his back, and forced Doyle’s cock deep inside him, and Doyle started to thrust harder and deeper, adjusting his angle, and hitting Frost’s prostate with each stroke. Doyle took hold of Frost’s cock in his hand and fisted it in time with his movements. Both men thrashed and writhed against each other, and came with such force that the floor felt like it shook as they spent their passion.

As they came down from their orgasms, their glows swirled together and faded, each seeping into the others skin, forever making each man a part of the other. Breathing calmed, and moans silenced. Kisses softened and bodies separated gently. Doyle stood, and moved to the window, his gaze becoming unreadable, concealing his emotion. Frost followed and wrapped his arms around the Darkness.

Light in Shadow, Shadow In Light.

~Fin~
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