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A Change of Light by Angelfish (NC-17)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 31,586 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
angelfish777 (note: lj not being used)
Author Website: Angelfish on The Circuit Archive
Why this must be read: Angelfish is an excellent writer. She can create a mood, a setting, a feeling. She knows the lads and writes them so well. I'm drawn into her stories and never want them to end.
This story is brand new, recently posted for the 2011 Big Bang at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ci5_boxoftricks. This is a very dramatic story. I was caught up in the idea that Doyle believes Bodie has been shot dead during an operation and he retaliates instantly. Things go down hill quickly from that point and neither man will ever be the same again. Angelfish takes us from a euphoric high of the lads in love into a hell that neither can escape.
The grass was damp, the night almost too cool for the adventure but not quite, sweet with the power of oncoming summer. In the branches above them horse-chestnut flowers gleamed whitely in the dusk. And they were serious again, for some reason terribly, not following their anticipated easy routes up through the kisses and caresses into a brief but satisfactory tumble in the dewfall grass. Both were painfully aroused. They knelt facing one another between two great curves of the chestnut’s roots, tense, for the last twenty seconds quite still. Bodie had divested Ray of his cream cotton jacket but let him keep his t-shirt as a concession to dropping temperatures. Ray’s nipples were up hard against the cloth, his breathing shallow and too fast. He sought Bodie’s eyes, his own wide and cautious in the green-shaded dusk. “Mate, what is it? Are you all right?”
“Yeah.” Bodie reached for his hands. He felt that he’d gone pale, that there was an odd constriction round his heart. He had no idea why. He whispered, “What do you want? Right now?”
“What do I…” Doyle tailed off. He thought he’d never seen Bodie so handsome as he looked right now, his white shirt unfastened beneath the black jacket, dark head tilted and his eyes filled with a light of their own as he waited for the answer. Helplessly Doyle saw his own impossible wish-list unspool itself in his head. To fuck you. Not to share you any more, or myself. To live with you, as long as we both stay alive. Feel your big solid cock in my arse. His cords became unbearably tight across his groin and he remembered with relief that further down the list were desires that might not send his partner running for the first eastbound tube. Oh, yes. He drew one breath and said, on a note of yearning so deep and rough it hurt his throat, “Touch yourself.”
A Change of Light
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 31,586 words
Author on LJ:
angelfish777 (note: lj not being used) Author Website: Angelfish on The Circuit Archive
Why this must be read: Angelfish is an excellent writer. She can create a mood, a setting, a feeling. She knows the lads and writes them so well. I'm drawn into her stories and never want them to end.
This story is brand new, recently posted for the 2011 Big Bang at
ci5_boxoftricks. This is a very dramatic story. I was caught up in the idea that Doyle believes Bodie has been shot dead during an operation and he retaliates instantly. Things go down hill quickly from that point and neither man will ever be the same again. Angelfish takes us from a euphoric high of the lads in love into a hell that neither can escape. The grass was damp, the night almost too cool for the adventure but not quite, sweet with the power of oncoming summer. In the branches above them horse-chestnut flowers gleamed whitely in the dusk. And they were serious again, for some reason terribly, not following their anticipated easy routes up through the kisses and caresses into a brief but satisfactory tumble in the dewfall grass. Both were painfully aroused. They knelt facing one another between two great curves of the chestnut’s roots, tense, for the last twenty seconds quite still. Bodie had divested Ray of his cream cotton jacket but let him keep his t-shirt as a concession to dropping temperatures. Ray’s nipples were up hard against the cloth, his breathing shallow and too fast. He sought Bodie’s eyes, his own wide and cautious in the green-shaded dusk. “Mate, what is it? Are you all right?”
“Yeah.” Bodie reached for his hands. He felt that he’d gone pale, that there was an odd constriction round his heart. He had no idea why. He whispered, “What do you want? Right now?”
“What do I…” Doyle tailed off. He thought he’d never seen Bodie so handsome as he looked right now, his white shirt unfastened beneath the black jacket, dark head tilted and his eyes filled with a light of their own as he waited for the answer. Helplessly Doyle saw his own impossible wish-list unspool itself in his head. To fuck you. Not to share you any more, or myself. To live with you, as long as we both stay alive. Feel your big solid cock in my arse. His cords became unbearably tight across his groin and he remembered with relief that further down the list were desires that might not send his partner running for the first eastbound tube. Oh, yes. He drew one breath and said, on a note of yearning so deep and rough it hurt his throat, “Touch yourself.”
A Change of Light
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