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Who's Afraid Of The Big Bad Wolf?	By : redeyedemon Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Oz/Xander Views: 3909 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Who's Afraid Of The Big Bad Wolf?
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AN: Yeah... I was bored. I've never attempted this paring before, and I'll be interested to see how it goes. It's a one shot between chapters of my other story, and this paring struck me the other night and just wouldn't let me be. So, here goes.
Warnings: Language. Hot, sweaty man sex. Drug use. This is crazy unedited, and while I did my best, I probably missed a bit.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well, very little, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and any of its characters are not included.
So... Enjoy, I guess...
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Xander had to apologize. Oz was one of the only other guys in the group, and he really didn’t want to be on bad terms with the werewolf.
When he’d apologized to Cordy… Well, he’d received a slap to the face. And, the enraged girl had stormed back into her house, slamming the door in his face, and coming back to throw a glass of water in his face. And slap him again.
All of which he’d deserved. If was far more than he’d deserved when she seemed to lose some of her anger, and just glare at him. ”We’re not… Good, Xander. I don’t think I’ll ever really trust you again, and we’ll never be together. But… Maybe we can be friends again someday,” she shook her head. “Just, not right now. Please leave.” And, so Xander had. It was more than he deserved for Cordy to even consider forgiving him.
And, he wasn’t sure why he expected Oz to forgive him either. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t screwed the werewolf over just as much as Cordeila. But, Cordy, the ice queen, had offered potential forgiveness. Maybe Oz would too.
Xander had to try.
He approached the band house cautiously. It was the only place he could think of to find Oz, without huge confrontation. And hey, if Oz had the urge to beat the hell out of Xander, if could be done in private. Xander wasn’t encouraging a werewolf to beat the hell out of him, nor was her looking forward to it if the situation boiled down to that, but he’d accept it. He’d deserve it.
Devon answered the door, the tall, rock star brunette dressed in only sweats, and looking like he’d just rolled out of bed… which, was entirely possible. I was only two in the afternoon, and there had been a gig the night before. And, the lead singer didn’t look like he’d gotten much sleep.
“What’d’ya want?”
“Uh, is Oz here? I was hoping to talk to him for a minute,” Xander said nervously.
Devon blinked, rubbing his eyes, and looking at Xander a little more closely. “You’re that Xander kid, huh? You’re brave, coming here,” He muttered, opening the door wider. “Danny-boy is in his room. Good luck talking to him. He barely talks to any of us for anything except for a gig.”
Xander nodded, stepping into the house. He blinked, turning to Devon. “..Where’s Oz’s room?”
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‘Deep breaths. Deep breaths, before you pass out and don’t even end up talking to Oz,’ Xander’s thoughts were racing, right along with his breathing. He needed to talk to Oz. It was important. Oz deserved it.
He just couldn’t slow his breathing, or his heart rate enough to even unfreeze himself enough to knock on the door. Before Xander could actually work up the courage to knock, the door swung open. Oz stood, giving Xander a mild look, dressed in sweats that threatened to fall off his hips, his hair(dyed green this week) in disarray. The two stood at an impasse for a moment before Oz spoke.
“Might as well come in, Xander. You’re standing there breathing outside my door is going to look awkward after a while,” He stepped back from the door, going to drop back into his bed. “And, close the door behind you. You’re letting in a ton of light.”
“Starting to sound a bit more like a vampire than a werewolf, Oz-man. Word is you’ve only been seen at night, lately,” Xander joked, somewhat lamely. And recognizing when it fell completely flat. He sighed, moving into the room, and settling on a desk chair, awkwardly facing where Oz was laying pretty much face down in his bed. He took a deep breath, ready to speak, but he honestly had no idea what to say.
The werewolf finally sighed, rolling on his side to face Xander. “What do you want, Xander? Why’d you come here? Willow already explained that it was the heat of the moment. Didn’t mean anything. What else could you possibly add?”
Xander winced at that. He knew Willow would do pretty much whatever she needed to get her relationship with Oz back on track, but it still hurt a bit to hear. He shook himself. “I just… Needed to apologize myself. No matter how heat of the moment it was, it shouldn’t have happened. I know sorry with never be enough, and I don’t expect forgiveness, but I just had to come and apologize in person,” Xander wasn’t looking at Oz. He hoped the werewolf would grunt and roll over or dismiss him, but he was met with silence.
“You know, the apology is great Xander. It’s whatever, because things happen,” Xander blinked. Oz didn’t normally speak so much. But, he was still going. “Willow said sorry too. But answer me something. You owe me that much, right?”
Xander blinked again, looking up to meet Oz’s green eyes. The werewolf wasn’t glaring exactly, but the look he was on the receiving end of wasn’t pleasant. “Sure, I’ll answer it as best I can. I only have so many answers. ”
“I hope you can answer this then, somehow,” Oz said slowly, standing. “Why you, Xander? Yeah, Willow had a huge crush on you, and you never noticed somehow. Yet now, you notice her, and she’s all over you because of formal clothes. You had Cory and she had me, and suddenly you notice each other? Not that you’re not an attractive kid, Xander,” Oz said quickly, stepping closer, so he was leaning into Xander’s space, arms on either side of Xander, so he was leaning against the desk, and Xander couldn’t escape. “But, what was it? The taboo? Because, yeah, you chose to kiss Willow, but she choose to kiss you back. I’d just like to understand.”
“I don’t really understand, Oz. I didn’t understand it before when Willow had a crush on me, and I still really don’t. I don’t understand why Cordy went out with me, or why Willow would jeopardize her relationship with you, because the first kiss was a mistake, but doing it again shouldn’t have ever happened, because no matter the life or death situation, Willow’s my best friend, and I really don’t think of her that way, and… I have absolutely not good explanation,” Xander trailed off, the usual rush of babble drying up under Oz’s really, really close inspection . “Uh, Oz, man… Wanna..”
“Shut up, just for a minute,” Oz very nearly snapped, and Xander shut, quickly. Oz shook his head. “See, when we found out I was a werewolf, and Willow stuck with me, I was happy. Really happy. Because I thought maybe she saw through the monster, and really saw me. Which was great. Then this. Maybe… Maybe Willow just liked the danger of the werewolf, but she still wanted her normal, human boy off to the side. One she didn’t have to lock up in a cage three times a month. Maybe she figured, if she kept it a secret, she could somehow have both.”
“Uh, Oz, I’m not sure that’s quite what was going through Willow’s mind…”
“You sure? Because I’m not,” Oz’s voice had dropped to almost a growl. He shook Xander, not hard, but enough to jar him a bit. “Think about it, Xander. Willow likes getting what she wants. And, she’s good at it. Why shouldn’t she want a normal boyfriend, while still living on that edge, tasting the danger?”
“I really think I was just convenient, and there and maybe she just wanted to work through that old crush, and now she has, because she realized…”
“She couldn’t have her cake, and eat it too?” Oz asked quietly, meeting Xander’s eyes from maybe an inch away. “C’mon, Xan. You really think you were just a convenient body? You’re not unattractive. Something… Drawing about you…”
Xander blinked. A few times. Oz was… Well, his voice had dropped to a growl, and his eyes were flicking between human and the deep, dark eyes of the wolf. It wasn’t anywhere near a full moon, but… Xander started speaking as Oz leaned to sniff his neck. “Uh, well, you know, demon magnet here. Just another part of me. But! Willow isn’t a demon, and neither are you, so we can just chalk it down to bad judgment and call it a day, yeah?”
Oz leaned away from Xander’s neck to stare at him. “That talking without breathing thing… Wonder what else you could manage without breathing,” He muttered, giving Xander a long look, before easily straddling Xander’s lap. “See, for a while, I considered, that maybe if you were not so human yourself, Willow wouldn’t have any choice but to accept the wolf. Her normal boy’s one too,” He muttered, moving to nuzzled Xander’s neck again, as the teenager bellow him struggled not to freak out. Angry werewolf nuzzling your neck with thoughts of turning you was slightly freak out worthy. But Oz had an iron grip on his upper arms, and Xander thought it best not to anger the werewolf further. Let him talk it out. “But then, I realized, I’d probably lose Willow forever, because my control of the wolf is so slim. So, it’s a good thing you came over today, Xander.”
“A-and why’s that?”
“Because I’m determined to find out, just what it was Willow was getting with you. If figure, what better way that to try it for myself.”
Xander froze for a second before he really started to struggle against the grip Oz had on him. “I don’t think this is a good idea, Oz. I mean, willow and I were just friends, and heat of the moment, there is really nothing special about me. We could just leave it at that and…” Xander was cut off.
Why? Because Oz was suddenly kissing him. Hard, with his hands tangled in Xander’s hair. Giving Xander absolutely no choice in the matter.
And, damn if it didn’t feel good. Xander’s hands gripped Oz’s waist, pulling the smaller boy closer to him. He gasped into Oz’s mouth as their erections rubbed together. Which allowed Oz to strategically shove his tongue into Xander’s mouth. Which made Xander groan again. And, rather continuously.
Oz pulled away, he and Xander both gasping for hair. The werewolf blinked down at Xander. “I think Willow was on to something.”
Lust glazed brown eyes stared up at Oz, confused for a second. Before he could actually speak again, Oz had kissed him hard, disorienting him again.
“Bed. Wanna fuck you, Xander,” Xander really couldn’t argue. Oz dragged him off the chair, and practically threw him on the bed, following easily. A growl erupted from his chest as he struggled a bit to get Xander’s shirt off, ending up tearing the material, sending buttons flying.
Xander wanted to argue over the destruction of his shirt, and the fact that he really wasn’t gay, but Oz let out another short growl, pinning Xander’s hands over his head, and attacked his neck with sharp bites, that weren’t enough to break skin(thankfully), but enough to tell Xander that Oz was in charge. And, Xander figured, angry werewolf no longer seemed determined to turn him, and he couldn’t really complain about what had happened so far, so Xander figured he should probably just lay back and take it.
Not that he had an option, unless he was willing to fight his way out of Oz’s grip. Xander gasped as Oz’s fingers found one of his nipples, rubbing across it, before pinching. Hard.
Oz’s amused green eyes stared down at him as the werewolf laughed silently. His body’s slight rocking was rubbing him slightly over Xander’s groin, making the young boy arch up. “Wanted your attention on me. You seemed distracted,” Oz held up a hand, before Xander could let loose any babble. “Just wanted your attention. I’ve got it now, and I’d like to keep it that way,” Oz raised an eyebrow at Xander’s glazed eyes. “I don’t want to ask this, but I won’t do this if you’re not okay with it. Are you, Xander? Okay with this?”
Xander let out a slow breath. He’d never gotten far with Cordy, and he had been horny for a while now, because while his right hand would always be his best friend, someone else was always a nice option.
“Yeah, Oz. I’m okay. I want it.”
Oz grinned. “Good. ”
And, Xander was lost. He knew he was begging, arching under Oz’s touch, and at some point, Oz had hand cuffed him to the headboard, because he liked seeing Xander all tied up. By the time Oz stripped Xander out of his pants, he was begging for anything, to be touched, for Oz to just fuck him, do anything.
When Xander struggled, Oz would just laugh and tell him to relax. Over and over and over again, when he was chewing over Xander’s nipples, leaving finger shaped bruises on his hips, and now when he had two fingers moving easily in and out of Xander’s hole.
It had hurt at first. Like, really hurt. But then Oz had found some magical place inside of him that caused sparks behind Xander’s eyes, and made him squirm and keep begging for more. Pain was still there, but it was good pain, pleasurable pain. Xander made a legitimately pained sound when Oz pulled his fingers free.
“Sh, sh Xander. Gonna fuck you now. Might hurt at first, just relax, and push against me. No matter what you do, don’t tense up,” Was the werewolf’s last warning, before his cock was pressing against Xander’s ass.
Xander wondered just how Oz was actually going to fit inside him, because hello, penis was definitely much bigger than fingers, but after a few seconds of resistance, Xander’s muscles relaxed enough for Oz’s cock to slip inside of him. Making Xander gasp, because, yeah, it hurt. A lot.
“Relax, Xander. Won’t move until you’re okay,” Oz murmured, leaning his weight on his arms as he sucked lightly at Xander’s collar bone. Slowly but surely, Oz kept pushing in.. Xander felt like it was going on, and on, but eventually he felt Oz’s hips against his skin.
Having a cock inside of him was new. Xander felt full, almost uncomfortably so, but the pain was fading quickly. Oz was panting, nearly trembling above him, staring at Xander intensely. Xander couldn’t figure out what exactly Oz was waiting for, because Xander was definitely feeling a need to move. Maybe find that magic spot inside him, Xander’s new best friend, because if he could figure it out, masturbation took on a whole new bit of fun.
Xander gasped again as Oz rolled his hips, unable to keep himself from thrusting back against the werewolf. He blinked as Oz stilled again, giving the werewolf a pleading, curious look.
“Your mind was wondering again. Might give a guy a complex when your mind can still wander while he’s inside of you,” The werewolf joked, rolling his hips again, finding that place inside Xander sent him writhing on the bed. “So, any of that mental babble you have going on, or questions you might have? Save ‘em for tomorrow, yeah?”
Xander didn’t have a chance to say anything. Not that he had any intention to argue. Oz was rolling his hips into him, building up a good rhythm or hard, deep thrusts, aiming for Xander’s prostate every time. Then he’d slow down, using short, sharp thrusts, keeping Xander on the edge and off guard. It was slowly driving Xander up the wall, because while Oz had every opportunity to pause or slow down, and touch Xander exactly as he pleased, Xander couldn’t move his hands from where they were cuffed above his head.
The strong hand wrapping around Xander’s cock was a shock. Oz wasn’t a necessarily big guy, but he was strong, and he definitely wasn’t afraid to touch him like Cordy had been. That that was stripped from his mind almost as soon as it entered, because Oz was stripping his cock in rapid strokes, and Xander’s back was arching as the werewolf pounded his prostate, and he cried out as he could feel heat pooling in his belly.
Xander exploded in one of the most intense orgasms of his life, spilling over his stomach, Oz’s hand, and his vision going black for a few moments. The last thing he heard was Oz growling above him, leaving bruises from where he was gripping his thighs.
Brown eyes blinked clear in time to see Oz tying off a condom Xander hadn’t realized he was wearing, and tossing it in the general direction of a trash can across the room. His hands had been released some time while he was still out of it.
Oz leaned over Xander, reaching into his bed side table for a baggie filled with what Xander recognized as weed, and dropping it on Xander’s chest before leaning over the side of the bed, grabbing a bong and a tee-shirt. The latter he dropped on Xander’s chest.
The brunette blushed, wiping cum off his stomach and chest while Oz pour water from a bottle on the nightstand into the bong, loaded a bowl, searching out a lighter from under his pillow and tangled blankets. Oz sat cross legged, leaning against the wall, taking a hit off the bong, before handing it to Xander.
It wasn’t quite cuddling, but Xander could accept it. He took a deep hit off the bong, trying not to cough as he leaned against a different wall, before handing the bong back to Oz.

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Xander was definitely stoned by the time he and Oz finished the last bowl Oz loaded. It hadn’t looked like a lot of weed, but between the two of them, it just seemed to keep going and going.
Oz finally leaned over the side of the bed again, this time, setting the bong on the floor. He looked at Xander through narrowed, bloodshot eyes. Xander felt he should say something. They’d just had sex, and now they were lounging naked in Oz’ bed, smoking.
Xander didn’t know what to say. He just hoped to hell Willow was still too nervous to actually show up.
Oz finally did speak. “So, It’s pretty safe to say I’ve pretty much forgiven you. Sorry if the wolf got a little out of control. ”
Xander laughed, a little nervously. “Not that I noticed. Bruises just mean good sex, right?”
Oz shook his head with a slight smile, dropping his head back, and rolling it against the wall. Xander smiled a bit too, but managed to stay quite. He normally couldn’t stop talking, but the fuzzy feeling in his brain just courage him to sit, quietly, nodding along to music in his own head.
Weed was good. Quiet was good. Man sex had been good.
Xander thought he may be limping for a while, but it seemed worth it.

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Xander sat alone in his room after the Faith incident. Not only had Faith tried to kill him, but it had been Angel to rescue him. The day couldn’t’ve gotten much worse.
And Willow was still barely talking to him, and Buffy was siding with Willow.
Cordy still gave him he occasionally dirty look, and the Cordettes were as vicious as ever.
Giles… While the older British man wasn’t as stuffy as he had been, he still seemed to be warming up to the Scoobies. No help there.
Angel was… Xander only occasionally hoped he would fall on a stake.
Oz… Well, Oz was good.
Their incident had never been mentioned again. Oz and Willow were back together again, for now. It was a little shaky but Willow was happy, so Xander was happy for her.
He couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, too. He’d slept with Oz. Not that he and Willow wouldn’t have gotten to that point if their… Whatever it had been, had been allowed to continue, but he had just jumped into to bed with Oz.
He sighed, thinking of Oz’s words to him that day. The werewolf had loaned Xander a shirt to make up for the one he’d destroyed, and thrown on sweats to walk Xander to the door.
”Willow and I aren’t together right now, Xander. Keep it in mind. ”
So, Xander only felt a little guilty. A whole lot less guilty when he could close his eyes, grabbing one of the dildos he’d started collecting after that incident, and shoving his hands down his sweats.
Hell. Guilt was over-rated.
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Well, there you go. My little one-shot with Xander and Oz. I felt brave for branching away from my typical pairing. Man sex is just so much more interesting to me than guy on girl, or even girl on girl. I'm one of those straight girls who frequents the gay club in town to watch boys make out...
If you're reading this hopefully you don't have an issue with it! If you do, I'm not sure why you're still reading... No matter what, tell me what you think.
If people like it, maybe I'll write as equal of sorts. When Oz comes back, after initiative incident maybe.. We'll see!
Side note: Have safe sex. I almost forgot a condom in this story, but unless you take every possible precaution, and you really, really, really want to be with a person, use a condom, and always be safe. My only comment on smoking weed? Do it responsibly. Don't be overly stupid.
Until then,
Alena.
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