In the Light by Gwynnega

When Oz started to get out of bed, Doyle woke with a groan.

"Hey, sorry to wake you."

"Sorry to be awake," Doyle said.

A smile played at the corners of Oz's mouth. "Hungover?" He lay back down and lightly kissed him.

Doyle pulled him closer for a deeper kiss. "Not sorry to wake up to you, though." Then he yawned - and his demon face emerged, then retreated. "Half-demon," he explained, chagrined. "Hadn't wanted you to see - "

"Werewolf," Oz said, and kissed him. "I'm okay with the demon thing. Just don't call me your Little Bam-bam again."

.End