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Tail lights in the dust	By : redeyedemon Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Oz/Xander Views: 2673 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, especially nothing from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I make no profit from writing this story. I'm a lowly fan with too much time on her hands.

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So, I got such great reviews on 'Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf', I decided I should really write a sequel. On the one hand, this is not the story I planned on writing, my muse, the little diva he is, refused to help he write the next chapter in my other story unless I agreed to write this. Crazy bastard. But, y'all benefit with another little Oz/Xander story.
Disclaimer: I own very little, and none of it has anything to do with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It's just fan fiction.
Warnings: Boy sex, language.
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Oz was leaving. Off to try and find some control for his wolf after the incident with the female wolf. Things had not been going well.
Willow was angry. And depressed. And generally causing a fuss.
At least she could cause a fuss. Xander was depressed, and a little hurt, even if he didn’t know why. Oz wasn’t his. He had no claim on the werewolf. He still wasn’t happy that Oz was leaving. Maybe a little part of him still craved the werewolf’s touch, even if he’d only ever had it once. Yeah, he’d hung out with Oz, and Devon, smoked some weed. But, they had never talked about what had happened, and it had never been repeated.
And now, Oz was leaving. With pretty much no indication of when he would come back.
Xander was determined not to let him leave without something.
Xander shoved out of his basement, determined to head to the band house, for… Something. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was looking for from Oz. Just… Something. He’d figure it out when he got there.
So, he was certainly surprised as he was walking down the street, to have a stripped van pulled up beside him.
Oz. “Oz,” He blinked at the passenger side window rolled down.
The werewolf gave him a slight grin. “Hey Xan. Get in.”
Xander did without question.
They were silent for a while as Oz drove aimlessly. For the first time that Xander could really think of, Oz broke the silence. “I’m leaving.”
Xander blinked. “Uh, yeah, I heard,” Xander said slowly, though his words started picking up. “I mean, I was there for the thing with Willow, and she’s freaking out because you’re leaving,” Xander trailed off at Oz’s look. It wasn’t demeaning, just amused.
Oz pulled the van over on a deserted stretch of back road. He stretched into his backseat, pulling a little wood container from a bag, and what looked like a little metal cigarette. The werewolf calmly packed the open end of the one-hitter with what Xander could only assume was weed, not speaking. And, Oz’s calm urged Xander to be calm. He took a hit, before handing the piece to Xander.
“I figured other than Devon, you would appreciate a goodbye, without making it all about tears and guilt,” Green eyes met Xander’s brown as he accepted the one hitter back from him. “You know why I have to leave, don’t you?”
Xander nodded slowly. He understood about control. And a lack there of. He couldn’t blame Oz for leaving. “Do you have a plan? Where you want to go I mean?”
Oz shrugged, re-packing his piece. “Not really. My plan is pretty much just go with it.”
That was Oz. Just go with it.
And Xander thought that was probably a good phrase to live by, even if just for the moment. So, sitting and smoking with Oz was good. He had nothing to complain about.
Even less to complain about when Oz unbuckled the seatbelt that Xander hadn’t even realized he’d still been wearing. When Oz raised an eyebrow at him, before slinking into the back of the van, Xander couldn’t quite comprehend for a minute. He was high. He could be excused for being a bit slow. When he did get his bearings about him, he scrambled into the back of the van, tripping over himself to do so.
And nearly fell on his face when he managed. As it was, he settled for dropping heavily to his knees, staring at the werewolf.
Oz had stripped, and was leaning against the side of the van, his legs spread on the bench, stroking his already hard cock with one hand, a smoldering joint in the other. Maybe it was Xander’s vision being hazy, but the van seemed a whole lot smokier and… Heated than it had, moments before.
Xander stared, transfixed for a few moments, focused on Oz’s cock. His dark eyes were glazed, and he didn’t realize his mouth slightly gaping. Oz had a really nice cock, Xander decided. It was longer than his, but a bit, though not quite as thick. Pale, like Oz, curved just slightly. Xander hadn’t had time to appreciate Oz’s penis before. He’d just known that it felt phenomenal deep inside him. Now, Xander was taking a moment to appreciate. Xander’s own cock strained against his jeans in response to the view he had of the lithe werewolf. Since when were these jeans too small?
“Hey, Xan? C’mere,” Oz said softly, pulling Xander out of his stupor.
Xander crawled forward, almost slinking, until he was kneeling between Oz’s naked thighs. Oz reached down casually, tugging Xander’s shirt up and off, tossing it to the side. Xander slid his hands up Oz’s thighs, nearly hairless, which surprised Xander for a moment. So many things he hadn’t been able to take in the last time. And maybe because he was high he noticed more.
Oz grinned, tipping Xander’s face up, saying “Inhale,” before placing the joint lit end first between his lips, and getting close enough to kiss Xander, before he exhaled. Xander inhaled as instructed, trying his best not to cough as took the hit. Oz grinned again, moving the joint from his mouth, and kissing Xander before he had the chance to actually exhale.
The brunette’s lungs burned from holding the smoke, but he wasn’t giving up kissing Oz. The werewolf had a soft touch, but a certain dominance that left Xander with no question that Oz was in control.
Oz slowly broke the kiss, meeting Xander’s dazed eyes. He grinned. “Breathe, Xan,” and Xander did, exhaling smoke slowly. Oz grinned again, leaning in to kiss Xander again, slowly and sweetly. Too sweetly. Xander leaning into Oz, trying to deepen the kiss, anything, because this just felt way too much like a permanent goodbye, and Xander had to believe that Oz would come back some day.
It wasn’t just the sex; Xander liked having Oz around. The werewolf had an air of cool always around him, and when Xander hung out with him, the zen that Oz seemed to exude seemed to spread to him. Or, Xander just felt like his words were superfluous when around Oz.
Oz pulled away from Xander slowly, his eyes glazed. Xander blinked slowly, his hands still stroking Oz’s thighs. His hands extended their stroking to Oz’s stomach carefully, watching Oz’s cock sway, and listening to the werewolf moan. He looked up at Oz through his lashes, blinking slowly. “Oz… Can I touch you? Please?”
“Damn it, Xander, I thought you’d never ask,” Oz nearly growled, and Xander grinned, wrapping his big hand around Oz’s cock, stroking, watching as Oz’s head tipped back against the side of the van with a thump. If Oz liked that… Xander leaned forward, a bit nervously, but confidently licked Oz, from base to tip, pressing his tongue into the vein on the underside of his cock, before sucking the head into his mouth.
“Fuck. FUCK,” Oz was louder than Xander’d thought he would be. Not that anyone was around to hear him, and besides, Xander liked that he could make Oz cry out.
Xander sucked him deeper into his mouth, taking Oz in as deep as he could, using his hand cover what he couldn’t take into his mouth. One of Oz’s hands found its way into Xander’s hair, gripping almost compulsively, not controlling the younger teen’s movements, but just needing something to hold on to.
“Xan, Xander, you gotta stop,” Oz begged, his entire body tightening as he tried to hold on to his control. Xander paused, looking up at Oz innocently with his cock still in his mouth. “I don’t want to come yet,” he said, green eyes still glazed, but urgent. “Still wanna fuck you.”
Xander was at an impasse. He really, really liked the reactions he was getting from Oz with the blow job, but… Well, letting Oz fuck him was no hardship. None at all. He gave Oz’s cock one last hard suck, stroking firmly with his hand, before releasing him, and sitting back on the floor to struggle out of his high tops and jeans.
“Well, what are you waiting for? I may not be the most experienced person out there, but I’m pretty sure sex doesn’t happen when one of the parties still has their pants on. Willing participant here. It might just go a little faster if I have some help,” Xander was babbling, and he knew it. But he was high, and adrenalin was coursing through his veins, and he was harder than he’d been in a long time, and damn it, why couldn’t he get his shoes untied, because the jeans were so not coming off without the shoes coming off first.
Oz watched Xander struggle with the shoe, a mildly amused grin lighting his features. This was the answer to why Xander. He had his dark moments, but Xander was all sunshine and light. Someone who could hold other people together no matter the circumstances. There was a reason Xander was one of the people Oz was actually saying goodbye to before he left, instead of just leaving. But, reflection could wait. Now, was a time for action. Oz leveled himself off the bench to kneel between Xander’s spread legs.
“I’ve got you, Xan,” He murmured, cool and collected despite being naked. He removed Xander’s hand from the shoe laces, before going at them himself. Oz had to keep himself from just ripping the shoes from Xander’s body as the brunette started running his hands over Oz’s arms, chest, and shoulders, touching and learning, occasionally gripping just a touch to hard for what most people would consider comfortable, but for Oz was just right. Oz held onto his composure by a shred as he finally managed to rid Xander of jeans and boxers. “You know, I’d tell you not to cover up your body, but I like how easy those are to get off,” He muttered, dipping his head to kiss Xander’s stomach, his hands running up bare sides.
Xander laughed, even as he gasped, his fingers digging into Oz’s shoulders as the werewolf found a particularly sensitive spot. “You got me. Loose pants are entirely for easy access. Do something with it,” Xander ended on a groan as Oz licked up the center of his chest, ending with a light suck in the hollow of his throat.
Oz just smiled mildly. Time for talking was over for a while. Lube and a condom were already under the bench seat, stashed in a box of old guitar picks and strings, and Oz attempted to dig them out, without actually leaving Xander’s body. And, Xander wasn’t helping. Now that he had free reign of his hands, he was using them to map out every inch of Oz’s body that he could reach.
Oz, naturally, retaliated in kind.
But, the werewolf had a goal. Keep Xander distracted until he was ready to fuck the boy into the next week, and leaving him with a memory he wouldn’t forget.
He was surprised to find, he really didn’t have to worry. Xander wasn’t stretched, but there was slick already in the boy’s hole.
Xander blushed under Oz’s curious look. He hadn’t really admitted his new best friend to anyone. Being as that new best friend was his prostate, and he’d taken to finding new and creative ways to stimulate himself and didn’t want to explain exactly how he’d stumbled about that wonderful knowledge. So, he blushed, staring up at Oz. Because, of everyone, Oz knew. Intimately, even if he didn’t know it quite yet.
“Well, you see, after we…” Xander managed not to stutter as his blush deepened, but his words were cut off, as Oz carefully pushed two fingers into him. That left him gasping and writhing under the werewolf. Especially when, after a moment’s searching, Oz found Xander’s prostate, and stroked firmly.
“I understand,” Oz murmured, leaning forward to kiss Xander’s neck, his free hand alternating between stroking Xander’s cock, and sliding up his chest, pinching nipples and running nails lightly up and down his sides.
It didn’t take long, because neither of them was going to last much longer, and Oz deemed he’d stretched Xander adequately. The boy may have been experimenting, but he was still practically virgin tight, and Oz refused to hurt him, no matter how desperate he was.
Xander whined as Oz removed the three fingers he’d had inside of Xander. Oz silenced him with a kiss that started out soft, but deepened with tongues, and the careful teeth, as Oz lined himself up, before pushing in.
Xander stopped breathing, breaking the kiss to gasp when he could again. Damn, it was as good as he remembered. Hot, and full, and pleasurable pain. Or maybe it was painful pleasure, because the pain was still there, more discomfort than pain at that point, and quickly fading to a moot point. Oz was rolling his hips in a way that clearly stated that he did not appreciate that Xander’s mind was somewhere else, and he obviously wasn’t going to allow it.
So, Xander let himself just go with it. Forget about life outside the van, and go with the moment, where Oz had changed him angle, and Xander was left writhing on the floor of the van under him, squirming almost, trying to get closer, get more. Oz shifted again, getting one of Xander’s legs up over his shoulder, the other wrapped around his waist, and Damn Oz was strong, and he was hitting Xander’s prostate on near every thrust, growling in a way that was far too appealing.
Xander was going to have some kind of burn, from whatever carpet like material was on the floor of the van, because he was thrusting back against Oz, touching him wherever he could, threading fingers through the werewolf’s hair to bring him down for hot, hard kisses.
Far before he was ready, Xander felt the distinct burning in his lower back, his ball tightening up, pleasure exploding through him. Long, thick ropes of cum coated his chest as he felt Oz thrust three or four more times(he was in a haze of pleasure, so he couldn’t actually be sure how many times, he was guessing), before the werewolf tense on top of him with a growl.
There would be bruises on Xander’s thigh and hip from where Oz was gripping him.
But, he couldn’t bring himself to care as Oz collapsed down on top of him. The two boys lay panting for a few moments, before they moved to clean themselves up, using a dirty tee-shirt, that Xander didn’t really want to know about, and tying of the condom for later disposal. In all likely hood, Oz would forget, and leave it for Devon to find some time in the future.
The werewolf smiled mildly as he and Xander clamored back into the front of the van, yet again fully dressed, a new joint ready to be lit. Xander watched him a little nervously.
“Not to sound like a girl, but that smile feels almost like you’re laughing at me, and I know I all but begged for you to fuck me, but I didn’t think it was that bad, and as a goodbye fuck, I mean….” Oz silenced Xander with a solid kiss, shot gunning smoke into the surprised boy’s mouth to give himself a minute to speak.
“Not laughing at you, Xander. If you couldn’t tell from the growling orgasm, the sex was great,” Oz murmured, giving Xander a gentle smile, which Xander returned, still a litter nervous, but far less than before. Oz shook his head , taking another hit off the joint. “I think I’m going to leave my van with Devon, when I leave, take something more… Disposable. Devon’s not going to be able to bitch at me about the van smelling like sex, because I just won’t be here,” And the thought was immensely amusing to Oz.
And, Xander too when he thought about it. Devon could be a bit of a diva, when he wanted to be, and Xander could picture the snit the singer would get in to if he found the van smelling like sex, and had no one to complain to.
Oz sighed, looking over at Xander slowly, and a little sadly. “I dunno if I’m coming back. I just didn’t want to split without saying goodbye.”
Xander sighed, looking at his hands. “Willow’s really unhappy you’re leaving. And, she’s going to be even unhappier that she’s not getting a personal goodbye.”
“I know,” Oz nodded. “But, she just wouldn’t understand. Willow and self control don’t always go hand in hand.”
The comment received a nod from Xander, because it was true. Willow was smart, and she did many things by the book, but she didn’t always know when to stop herself.
Xander sighed, slowly. “I know, Oz. I know. Gunna missy you,” Xander said quietly. Xander blinked quickly, shaking his head. “Wow, I sounded like a big girl there.”
Oz just smiled, shaking his head. “I’ll miss you too, Xan. But, I gotta get going. Leave the van with Dev,” Oz started the van at Xander’s nod, putting out the joint, and pulling away from the curb. The drive back to Xander’s was quiet. Comfortably so. Less like a goodbye, and maybe more like a goodnight. Oz would come back. Maybe not soon, but eventually.
And, Xander was definitely still high, on pot and endorphins. Those thoughts were definitely high thoughts.
Xander blinked as the van slowed to a stop. Oz raised an eyebrow at the younger boy as he jumped a bit. Xander grinned sheepishly, shaking his head. “Sorry. Deep thoughts.”
Oz nodded, completely understanding. “I’ll see you, around, Xander. Stay safe.”
“Safety is my middle name. And cautious. Well, actually it’s Levell, but I know how to stay safe in Sunnyhell, and I’ve done it this long, and I just need to get out of the car before I make an even bigger idiot of myself. Bye, Oz,” Xander quickly unbuckled himself, sliding easily out of the car. Oz just smiled, and waved, before pulling the van slowly away from the curb. Xander watched until the tail lights disappeared, idling thinking that he probably shouldn’t be standing out after dark when he’d just promised to stay safe.
Xander sighed, turning towards the basement.
Oz was gone, but he’d be back. Xander smiled. Life would be different, but it was Sunnydale. It wouldn’t be boring.
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I had a little too much fun writing this. I'm diving into the world of pointless smut, and loving it.
Anyways, tell me what you think. I'm not sure how much I like this on in comparison the last one, but hey, it's alright I guess. And, It doesn't matter what I think. It matters what my lovely readers think. So, let me know, yeah? Yeah.
Until time time, kids,
Alena
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