Book of Threes II: Chapter of Wolves 4/5? (NC-17, S/O/X)
Story Title: Chapter of Wolves
Trilogy Title: Book of Threes
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Xander/Oz, any variant of the three men
Setting: Up to and including Season Three, AU from there.
Trilogy Summary: Three men. Three beings. Three different stories. And a connection people never knew existed.
Story Summary: The animal within takes over as outside forces threaten to tear Oz apart. Spike, Xander, and Oz's relationship will never be the same again.
Chapter of Vampires
Chapter of Wolves: one, two, three
Oz watched, amused, as Xander fought with a little old lady over a buggy. Thirty seconds later, he returned to their side, triumphantly pushing the blue cart before him. Spike rolled his eyes and muttered to himself as Oz joined Xander in pushing the cart into the local Super Wal-Mart, which was conveniently located on the outskirts of town.
"I can't believe this." Spike was saying as they pushed toward the clothing department. "I'm a bloody vampire! We don't shop at Wal-Mart."
"Whatever, Blondie." Xander retorted, pausing in front of the racks of jeans. "Not all of us can get by stealing everything."
"But, honestly, whelp!" Spike waved his arm dramatically. "Wal-Mart?"
"Every couple's first outing is to a cheap store, Spike." Xander explained. "You're in this relationship, too, so you have to come. Just be happy this place is open twenty-four hours a day." Xander ignored Spike's protests and turned to Oz. "So, what's on the list."
"We need to get Spike a new pair of jeans." Oz stated, pulling out the long list. It was written in Xander's large print, Oz's tiny chicken scratch, and Spike's elegant cursive. "Because you're tired of washing that one pair."
"Yeah, they're falling apart at the crotch." Xander commented, pulling a pair of black jeans off the display. He unfolded them and held them up at Spike's waistline. "Hmm... No, too long."
"Bloody hell, they are not!" Spike insisted, grabbing them.
"Spike, you're not that tall." Xander said, in a calm voice. "You need a couple inches shorter than that. Honestly, if you would just let us know your size..."
"It's not my fault the tag ripped out of these." Spike said, pouting slightly. Xander rolled his eyes. Spike let out a soft growl. "Fine! Give me the bloody 32s."
Xander handed them over and turned back to Oz, as Spike inspected the jeans and complained about shoddy workmanship. Xander let out a sigh. "This is why we've withheld sex from him."
"Hmm." Oz hummed. "We can't hold it off forever, you know."
"I know!" Xander huffed. "The New Moon just passed... We'll do it tomorrow."
"Did someone say sex?" Spike asked, bouncing forward and tossing the jeans into the cart.
"Maybe." Xander replied, smiling brightly. "So, Oz, what's next?"
"Spike wants you to get some new socks." Oz read. "Apparently he's tired of the smell."
"Hey!" Xander exclaimed.
"They reek, pet. Live with it." Spike replied, grabbing a package of socks and throwing them into the cart. "What now?"
"We need new bed sheets." Oz replied. "I like black as much as the next semi-supernatural being, but can we pick up something else as well?"
"You can put new sheets on it the day you both give me sex." Spike told them, pushing them out of the way and pushing the cart toward the food section. "But first, food. You humans need something to eat. After all, we'll be having sex soon."
"One track mind." Xander commented, sighing. Oz nodded. Xander glanced over at him, before following his line of sight. Spike had taken off his duster and now they both had a perfect view of his arse. The muscles in his thighs flexed with each step, causing each cheek to rise and--
"Breathe, Xander." Oz whispered.
"Right. Breathe." Xander took a gulp of air. "So.... Uhh, I want his ass, how about you?"
"I wouldn’t' mind getting a hold of it." Oz replied.
"I heard that!" Spike yelled over his shoulder, where he was digging through the lettuce.
"Spike, what is that?" Xander asked warily, skirting around the head of lettuce the vampire held.
"It's lettuce, whelp."
"Back! Back!" Xander exclaimed, raising his hands. "Keep that away from me. Noooo!"
With that, Xander ran away, screaming. Wal-Mart patrons looked over at him, watching as he ran all the way to the baby department. Xander stopped there, realized where he was, and quickly made his escape.
"That was..." Oz trailed off, smiling in the way that wives often did when they saw their husbands doing something utterly inane.
"Dumbarse." Spike muttered, putting the lettuce in the buggy and glaring at Xander as he returned.
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"I like it." Xander stated, tilting his head and looking at the bed. "It gives the room a little... Zing!"
"I thought so, myself." Oz agreed. They turned to Spike, who was glowering in the doorway.
"It's yellow." Spike grumbled. "It looks like a bloody field of daisies."
"No, it's an off-yellow." Oz corrected. "It looks like sun rays in the morning."
"Great. I'll be killed by my own bed." Spike replied.
"Big baby." Xander rolled his eyes and dragged Spike into the room. "Now, strip and get into bed. Don't make me tell you twice, mister." Xander watched Spike a moment, caught up in the sudden display of flesh, before nervously turning toward Oz. "Did you, uh, remember the, uh...?"
"Astroglide." Oz stated, pulling the small bottle out of his back pocket. "Never leave home without it."
"You don't really." Xander said, smiling.
"No, but since I moved in here this afternoon I figured... Well, why not?" Oz tossed the bottle from one hand to the other, almost as though he were nervous. Xander understood the feeling.
This was different than when Oz and him had sex for the first time. That moment had been so spontaneous, but inevitable. This was planned. But Xander knew it had to happen. If his visions were correct, and they had so far been true, then this is the last step to be taken before closing that portal. If Spike's belief of the prophecy was correct, then this was also the second step in unifying them for eternity.
That was slightly daunting.
"Stop thinking, pet." Spike suddenly whispered in his ear. Xander gave a shocked gasp as it registered in his mind: Spike was pressed up against him, stark naked. One of Xander's hand moved to rest on Spike's shoulder, the skin feeling smooth under his hand. "You don't have to think about it. We all want this. It's not a chore and it's not something the Powers have arranged. It's just us. You. Me. And the pup over there."
Xander turned his head to the side, watching as Oz pulled his shirt off. He could feel Spike's hands tugging at his clothes, but his mind focused on the expanse of Oz's back. Despite being small, Oz was still nice to look at. He was wiry and Xander could see newly developed muscles since the last time he and Oz had gotten naked together. It made sense, what with all of the extra exercise Oz got during the full moon.
"Lift your feet." Spike ordered, gently. Xander obeyed, allowing Spike to pull of his shoes and socks. Spike's hands slid up the front of his legs, before pulling his belt free and unzipping his jeans. Another hand suddenly rested on the small of his back, Oz's nose pressing between his shoulder blades.
The next few moments were a blur, and soon all three were on the bed, naked bodies rubbing against each other. Oz was on one side of Xander, leaning over him to kiss Spike on the lips. Xander watched, letting out a soft moan as their tongues touched. One of his hands were cupping Oz's arse, the other sliding it's way down Spike's chest in search for something to take hold of.
"Bloody hell." Spike cursed when Xander's hand wrapped itself around his hard on. Spike's eyes closed momentarily. It was long enough, though, for Oz to abandon the kiss and instead begin sucking on one of Xander's nipples.
"God... Oz..." Xander moaned, tightening his grip around Spike's erection.
"Mmmm." Spike hummed, before leaning close to Oz's ear. "Pup. Got to ask you something."
"Yes, Spike?" Oz asked, before biting down on Xander's nipple. Xander gasped.
"I want him." Spike whispered, his voice sultry. "Look at him, laying there. All debauched and needy. He wants us, pup. I want to taste him. I want to touch him. I want to be inside of him. Let me, pup, please. Give him to me."
Xander made a desperate sound at the back of his throat, but was otherwise unable to speak. The intensity in Spike's voice and the look on his face left Xander speechless. He no longer knew what words were.
Oz threw his leg over Xander, quickly straddling his hips. Their erection rubbed against one another, sending shocks of pleasure down both spines. Oz made a soft, happy noise, before turning to Spike and kissing him gently on the lips. After a quick sweep of his tongue, he spoke. "We can share."
With a strength that most didn't know Oz had, Oz twisted them on the bed until Xander was on top of him. Oz pulled him down into a deep kiss, their tongues dueling. Oz's legs curled themselves around Xander's thighs in an absurdly tight grip, which resulted in Xander's legs spreading. Behind him, he could hear Spike murmuring something that was out of his hearing range.
Oz wrapped his arms around Xander's shoulders, slipping away from the kiss to watch Spike over Xander's shoulder. Spike's eyes were glowing near yellow as his hands slide up Xander's sides. Xander let out a purr of pleasure as Spike's tongue licked a trail up his spine. Then Spike was there, kissing Oz while groping around the bed for something.
"Whelp. Love." Spike whispered, taking a hold of Xander's hand. He placed the bottle of lubricant into Xander's hand. "Touch him. Touch the pup. He wants it, look at him. He's begging for it."
"Spike." Xander moaned, his hips moving back as Spike's erection grazed the cleft of his arse.
Oz's hands, with their dark green nails, slide through Xander's hair and pulled him into a light kiss. Xander felt his werewolf -- His. Yes, all his. -- shift underneath him, lifting one of his legs to give him room to work. Working mechanically, as though he had always known how this worked, Xander slicked his fingers and trailed his hands across the back of Oz's thigh.
He could feel Spike lapping at his back, slowly moving downward along his spine. Xander focused on the slick, gentle sensation of Spike's tongue as his index finger entered Oz. Oz's eyes seemed to flash a green-gold. Oz made a soft noise, a sound that was almost a growl. Xander felt his arousal heighten. He wanted to make Oz growl.
A sharp sensation signaled that Spike was nibbling on one of his arse cheeks. Xander groaned, his finger moving in and out of Oz. Oz's hips were trying to push downward, his back arching for more. Xander slowly began to work in another finger as Spike tongue trailed from the small of his back to his hip.
One of Oz's hands tightening on Xander's bicep, his fingers digging into the skin. Oz arched his back once again, his face flushed. "More."
"You heard the pup." Spike said, pressing his body against Xander's back and reaching for Oz's legs. He took hold of Oz's calves, pushing the werewolf's legs upward and spreading him for Xander. Xander's breath caught in his throat, but he followed Spike's whispered orders and added a third finger.
Every inch of Oz's body twitched at the sensation. Oz bared his teeth, his head falling back and hips jerking as Xander brushed against something inside him. Xander watched him, startled, before stroking that spot again. A low growl escaped Oz's throat.
"That's it, pet." Spike encouraged. "He's ready. He wants you. Look at him. Teeth bared, neck exposed. He's all spread open for you." As though to prove his point, Spike pushed Oz's legs even further apart, before biting Xander's earlobe. "Make it good, pet. Make the pup scream."
Xander took a moment to gather enough control, so he wouldn’t come right then and there. Spike continued to whisper into his ear, the words meaningless but the tone pure sex. Yes, Spike was right. He had to make Oz scream for him, for Spike. Call their names. Xander's fingers slowly slid out of Oz. Oz gave a sound of protest, his hips trying to move but Spike's grip on his legs was too strong.
Xander let in a deep breath, before aligning himself with Oz's entrance. He could feel Spike licking at his shoulder as he slowly pushed his way inside. Xander's body shivered. Oz was tight, full of heat and strength and a tightness clamping around him. Panting, Xander leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Oz's, as he settled fully inside Oz.
"Oz." Xander breathed.
"Xander." Oz's voice was strained, as though he was holding something back. Spike let go of his legs, which immediately curled around Xander's thighs once more. Oz was panting, his eyes slightly glazed. "Xander..."
"What? What is it?" Xander asked, raising his head and kissing Oz on the corner of his mouth. He had yet to move his hips, simply remaining inside Oz as though he belonged there. Spike had to look away before he started to feel mushy.
"Xander... I want..." Oz gulped and looked over at Spike. Spike wouldn’t meet his eyes. "I want to see..."
"Anything." Xander whispered. "Anything you want."
"Let Spike touch you." Oz said, his voice deceptively calm. Spike's eyes darted back to Oz, growing wide. "Let him feel you, everywhere. Please. I want to see him. I want to see the look on his face as he feels you from the inside out."
"Yes." Xander literally hissed, his hips thrusting once and causing Oz to gasp. Xander made a sound of pure pleasure. "Spike."
"Yeah, pet?" Spike asked, pressing himself against Xander's back once more. His erection nudged at the small of Xander's back, rock hard from watching Xander touch Oz.
"Want you." Xander panted. "Please."
"So polite." Spike teased, before sliding a hand down Xander's spine and cupping his arse. "Are you sure, Xan?"
"Yeah. Yeah." Xander nodded, Oz mimicking the motion as well.
Spike kissed the back of Xander's neck, before snatching the lubricant off of the bed. He sucked gently as Xander's shoulder blade as his fingers did their work, stretching Xander for his width. Xander made small noises of happiness, trying to keep himself from thrusting deep into Oz before Spike could finish.
When Spike finally entered Xander, sliding in as though Xander had been built for his cock, all three let out a moan. Xander's body was shuddering, one hand gripping the pillow underneath Oz's head tightly. One of Oz's legs untangled itself from Xander and wrapped around Xander's hip, bring his heel to rest at the curve of Spike's arse.
Spike was the first to thrust. The movement pushed Xander forward, farther into Oz. They rocked, all three of them simply living in the bliss that was the moment. Then Spike pulled back and slammed into Xander, hard. Xander let out a harsh cry, which was wrenched from his throat. Oz growled, but it wasn't in defense.
Oz continued to growl through the next few thrusts, before things got the better of him and he had to stop making noise in order to breath. His hands reached up and took hold of the headboard, back arching in an attempt to keep up with the two men above him. Xander was kissing him, everywhere. He could feel the human's tongue on his neck, which he bared in submission to. Xander bit down on his shoulder, gently, before sucking hard. Oz could feel Spike, through Xander. One of Spike's hands was sliding up his arm, until it was able to curl around the fist that was holding tight to the headboard.
"Bite him." Oz suddenly ordered. Spike's thrusts faltered for a second, while Xander let out a low moan of agreement. "Do it. Bite him."
Oz couldn't think clearly. Everything was a hurricane of emotion, feeling, and something so carnal and animalistic that it threatened to take hold of him. He watched, his eyes flashing, as Spike shifted into game-face. Oz, using the hand that Spike wasn't holding, lifted Xander's face up and positioned it properly. Xander blinked down at him, teeth biting down on his lower lip to keep some erotic noise from escaping. Oz wanted to tell him to let it out, that he wanted to hear Xander moan and groan and scream and come.
Oz watched as Spike licked across Xander's neck. Xander shivered, allowing Spike to piston into him, which in turn made his own cock bury itself into Oz at a pace that was both fast and dizzying, but oh so pleasurable. Oz sent him a slight smile, kissing him lightly on the lips and licking up a bead of sweat from his nose.
Then he watched, eyes darkening with lust, as Spike dove in and buried his fangs into Xander's neck. Xander gasped, eyes rolling up into his head. Oz, instead of merely watching that beautiful face contort in pleasure and pain, buried his nose into the other side of Xander's neck, where his previous bite had been place. With his tongue, he searched the spot out. Once it was found, he let out a low growl and buried his blunt teeth deep into the flesh.
Suddenly, every particle in Oz's body felt like it was on fire. Distantly, he could sense the rising orgasm, but his mind was separated. All he could feel was pain, followed by the sweet tang of blood and chaos. It was like changing into the wolf, only more severe. It felt as though his soul was trying to rip itself apart. Pain. Pleasure. It was everything and nothing, all at once and overwhelming his senses.
He could smell Xander and Spike. He could feel them in his veins. Their blood was his blood. But the pain. The pain was too much. And underneath it was the strongest eruption of pleasure he had ever encountered. In the end, all he could do was scream.
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"Umm... Hello?" Buffy called, shutting the mansion door softly behind her. She juggled the large sack of fast food in her arms. "Hello? Guys? ...I brought food!"
Frowning, she made her way into the kitchen and placed the bag onto the table. Then, still calling out, she wolked down the hallway. A soft groan could be heard from the master bedroom. Buffy debated coming back some other time. After all, she didn't want to see Spike doing... Naughty Spike things.
"Umm... Spike?" Buffy asked. Another groan, this time deeper and sounding more like someone was waking up. Buffy slowly opened the door and peeked inside the dark room. Shocked, she allowed the door to swing fully open. "Oh. My. God."
She was not seeing what she thought she was seeing. Buffy closed her eyes tightly, taking a deep and controlled breath. After two minutes, she reopened them. "Oh, God! This is... Oh, ew! Spike-butt!"
"Mmmm, butt." Xander mumbled in his sleep, rolling over.
"Oh, no!" Buffy exclaimed, covering her eyes. "I did not just see Xander's dangly bits. I didn't. I'm going to leave the room and ignore everything I just saw."
"Huh?" Xander groaned, sitting up. He glanced at the door before letting out a high pitched squeal and pulling the covers over himself. Oz grunted next to him, one hand reaching out to wrap around Xander's wrist possessively. Spike let out a soft growl, as though defending Xander in his sleep, his bare back presented to the room and Buffy's wide eyes.
"Xander...?" Buffy said slowly, gulping. "Xander... What is that on your neck?"
"Buffy?" Xander asked, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He reached for his neck, hissing as his fingers grazed over swollen and broken skin. The other side of his neck didn't feel much better. He suddenly felt very awake and very aware of what was going on around him.
Buffy was slowly making her way to the bed, with a look of pure fury in her eyes. His body hurt in places he couldn't remember existing before, even when he and Oz had made love. If his neck was any indication, both Spike and Oz had bit him. Xander held back a slight groan of happiness that thought caused and instead focused on stopping Buffy before she could attempt to strangle Spike in his sleep.
Even though that wouldn't help much.
"Buffy, it's okay." Xander insisted as Buffy slapped Spike awake.
"Bloody hell--" Spike was cut off by Buffy punching him. "What the fuck was that for?"
"You bit Xander! Get off the bed and get dressed so I can kick your ass!" Buffy literally growled.
Spike stood up, not bothering to cover himself. Xander spotted claw marks on Spike's shoulder, with Oz's signature all over them. Spike opened his mouth to speak, but Buffy slapped him again. A soft and sudden growl filled the air. Xander jerked in surprise and turned to see Oz kneeling on the bed. Oz's eyes were glowing, his teeth bared, as he watched Spike and Buffy.
"Uhh, Buffy?" Xander said, slowly. Buffy looked over, jaw dropping slightly when she spotted Oz. "I highly advise backing out of the room right about now."
"Bloody hell, pup." Spike whispered in awe, when he turned to see Oz. Xander could see Spike nether regions harden slightly. In the background, the door shut softly as Buffy left.
Oz crawled across the bed, pausing before Xander in order to lick a trail across one side of his neck. Xander shivered as Oz's tongue passed over the spot where he had bit Xander the night before. Then, Oz stood up, seemingly uncaring about his state of undress, and pressed himself against Spike. Spike made a shocked noise, but smiled as Oz nuzzled his shoulder.
"Are you okay, Oz?" Xander asked from his spot on the bed. He refused to get up and flash them with his naked parts. The other two may not be very modest, but Xander wasn't that comfortable naked.
"He'll be fine." Spike informed him, wrapping his arms around Oz's small form. "Right, pup?"
"Everything's so clear." Oz whispered, his voice sounding hoarse. Xander suspected it was from the screaming. He had never taken Oz for a screamer, but last night he had nearly shook the house down with his voice alone. "I can hear Buffy in the kitchen... I can smell sex in the air."
"Wait... Are you saying it worked?" Xander suddenly asked. "You mean us having sex brought your wolf forward? Or... You know, something like that?"
"That's what the prophecy said." Spike stated, releasing Oz and watching as the werewolf returned to the bed. Oz crawled over to Xander and curled up next to him, nose buried against his neck.
"Oh, not that thing again." Xander moaned, cuddling Oz. "You people are so annoying. Prophecy, prophecy, prophecy. If there's a prophecy that claims we must eat spinach for three years in order to save the world? Well, bring on the spinach. Oh, what did you say? We have to find the real Elvis? Well, let's get our asses to Memphis."
"Actually, Elvis is in Ireland." Spike informed him, falling back onto the bed. "He was turned."
"You're kidding? Huh..." Xander smiled, slightly. "We should get up."
"Let the Slayer wait. It would do her some good." Spike murmured against Xander's ear. Xander felt a shiver run down his spine. Oz's arms tightened around him, a soft purr echoing against his neck.
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Spike sat on the sofa, body pressed close to Xander's side. Xander was barely reading his research book and, instead, was watching Oz pace. The werewolf was acting like a caged animal, snapping at anyone that came near him and running his hands over the walls as though looking for a weak spot. Oz had been perfectly normal earlier, but the moment they had entered the living room and separated, Oz started acting finicky.
"Why don't you sit down, pup?" Spike asked. A snarl was his reply. Sighing, Spike turned to Xander. "Maybe we should take him for a walk?"
"As it is, I'm not finding anything associated with this next full moon, except for the obvious transformations." Giles spoke up. "I'm sorry to say, Spike, but I think your hunch was wrong."
"A lot you know." Spike snorted, casually wrapping his arm around Xander's shoulder. Xander shot him a slight smile, thankful that Spike had taken the wrap for the full moon idea. It meant that Xander didn't have to tell Giles about the visions, which he was far from ready to do. "Come on, whelp, the sun is down. Let's grab the pup and take a stroll, yeah?"
"I could go for some fresh air." Xander admitted.
Ignoring Buffy's protests on leaving her with the books, Xander and Spike gently grabbed Oz and ushered him outside. Spike lead the way down the driveway and onto the deserted street, heading toward the Sunnydale woods. Next to him, Oz was sniffing at the air, eyes nearly glowing gold. Xander was watching their lover carefully, as though he were afraid Oz would suddenly run off.
"Hey, pup, you okay?" Spike asked, when Oz suddenly stopped in the middle of the road. Oz ignored him and bared his teeth at a nearby bush. A soft growl emitted from his throat and seconds later a cat came speeding out of the bush, hissing at them as it ran in the other direction. Oz let out a soft snort, before continuing their walk.
"Okay." Xander shook his head and sent Spike a look. Spike shrugged and followed the werewolf.
They made it to the woods quickly, immediately branching out through the trees in a hunting formation. Spike was highly amused that this movement seemed to come naturally to the three of them. Oz, who was in the middle, was crouching toward the ground as he moved, looking like he wanted nothing more than to shift into wolf form.
The three of them continued for some time, until a soft light in the distance caught Spike's attention. Jumping over a raised root, Spike grabbed Oz by the shoulder and pointed at the light. Xander joined them, staring at the silver flashes that shone through the trees. Oz's head tilted and his nostrils flared. Then, as though it were a full moon, his eyes bled pure black in preparation of the change. The hair along Oz's jaw line grew and his canines lengthen, but from there the change ended. Oz blinked, almost in shock, before moving toward the light.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Xander asked in a low voice.
"Yeah." Spike replied, following Oz. They soon reached a small clearing, close to the spot where they had fought the hell-wolves before. "Bloody hell."
Resting barely three feet in the air was a glowing orb of silver. The light flickered as the orb stretched, indicating something was pushing on it from the inside. Xander took a step back as a bright flash of light filled the clearing. "What is that?"
"I think it's the portal." Spike replied, turning his eyes to Oz. The werewolf was crawling across the ground, smelling the grass and earth. "Pup? What do you smell?"
"Enemy." Oz's voice was like gravel, caught in-between human and wolf. Oz, now crouched down, looked up at them. His black eyes seemed to dart between the two, before resting on Xander's chest. "Hurt mate."
"Wolves from hell." Spike muttered as Oz stood and moved toward Xander. Xander allowed Oz to pull him into a hug, the werewolf's nose buried in Xander's shirt, breathing deeply. "This is it, then, the portal Giles and the Slayer found. It's dormant now."
"But it won't be next week." Xander finished for him. "Do we have any idea as to how to do this?"
"You tell me, vision boy." Spike snapped, too annoyed to worry about Xander's feelings. Xander scowled at him, but blessedly remained silent. "Nothing in those blasted books... We might need to ask around... I could go talk to a few demons I know--"
"Spike, don't endanger yourself." Xander interrupted, looking worried. "You know as well as I do that since you got your soul half the demon population can't stand you."
"I'm well aware of that, pet." Spike said, bitterly.
"Just... Be safe, okay?" Xander's voice was soft, barely heard over the mild wind. Oz stepped away from Xander, his eyes back to normal as he turned to Spike.
"I should get going. The sooner we learn something, the better off we will be." Spike informed them, walking past them. Oz reached out and grabbed Spike's shoulder, pulling him around and into a deep kiss. Oz hummed into the kiss as Spike's tongue pushed it's way into his mouth. When they separated, Oz's pale face was flushed.
"Be safe." Oz said, his voice stern. "Xander and I have more to worry about than hunting down the demon that dared to hurt you and slaughtering him."
"I can do safe." Spike replied, smiling at Oz and Xander. "Go back to the mansion and keep the Slayer from digging through our stuff, yeah?"
"Okay." Xander smiled.
"Good to see you back, pup." Spike added. "You seemed lost for a while."
"I... Needed to adjust and focus on something, I think." Oz glanced at the portal. "This is as good as anything to focus on."
Spike gave Oz another kiss and reached over to tousle Xander's hair. Once done, he turned and left, his black duster immediately melting into the darkness while he blonde head could be seen bobbing between the trees.
"You sure you're okay?" Xander asked Oz, once the werewolf had turned back to the portal.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Oz informed him. "I can feel the wolf, shifting in and out of every particle. It's a part of me and no longer separate." Oz closed his eyes briefly, before looking over at Xander. "I have you and Spike to thank for that."
"Aw, shucks." Xander blushed, causing Oz to give him that half-smile, half-grin that only Oz could create.
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Oz curled himself up into a small ball, taking up very little of the sofa. Xander was draped across the other two-thirds of it, long legs dangling off the arm and his head pillowed against Oz's hip. They had books in their laps, but Oz was spending more time playing with Xander's hair than reading. Xander's eyes were half-closed in pleasure.
"That shouldn't be sweet looking." Buffy decided out loud. Next to her, on the floor amongst stacks of books and parchment, Willow smiled slightly.
"I'm going to make some tea." Giles muttered, walking briskly toward the kitchen.
"I wonder when Spike will get back." Xander said softly.
"Soon, Xander." Oz replied, dropping a gentle kiss on Xander's forehead. Xander smiled and rolled onto his side, eyes dropping closed. Before Xander could fall asleep, however, Giles popped his head back into the living room.
"Err, Xander? Could you help me a moment?" Giles asked, looking far more nervous than making tea should permit. Xander let out a groan, but got up and followed Giles back into the kitchen. Noting the look on Giles' face and the fact that Giles already had the tea brewing, Xander immediately suspected that the conversation wasn't about the location of Spike's Earl Grey.
"What's going on, G-Man?" Xander asked, leaning against the counter.
"I had a very interesting conversation with Buffy while you were on your walk." Giles informed him, looking at the kettle in order to avoid Xander's gaze. "I don't take it upon myself to try and tell you what to do. You're an adult, all of you are. My days as your mentor are coming to an end and I'm fully aware of that. Xander... Are you certain you should be doing this?"
"What exactly do you think I'm doing, Giles?"
"From Buffy's encounter with Spike's bedroom this evening, I can only imagine." Giles admitted. "I refuse to jump to any conclusions. I have my suspicions, but I will not judge until you confirm them."
"You remember that prophecy from the beginning of summer, Giles? It kept going on and on about three people uniting and their love saving the world." Xander took a deep breath. "I think... I think Spike and Oz are a part of that prophecy. Good and evil, right? Well, Spike has a soul now and Oz has the wolf. Giles... Something really weird happened. The moment the three of us accepted how we were feeling for one another... Oz can control the wolf."
"How?" Giles asked. "No werewolf has ever gained control of that before, at least not on record."
"Think about it, Giles."
"There is no way of proving they are the ones spoken about in the prophecy... And if they are, that means you must be as well." Giles said. Xander looked away, shifting nervously on his feet. After a moment, Giles continued. "Xander, either something has happened that you have yet to tell me or something is about to happen that we have no control over. I would hope that you trust me enough to tell me."
"Oh, man." Xander rubbed at his face, before looking up at Giles. The older man looked worried, an expression that Xander barely remembered seeing on his own father's face. Sighing, Xander walked over to the small kitchen table and sat down. Giles followed. "Me, Spike, and Oz are a couple now. We live here. I moved in after the last Full Moon and Oz moved in yesterday."
"How long has this... Been going on?" Giles nervously asked, pulling off his glasses. His eyes darted around for something to wipe them off on and Xander, being generous, grabbed him a dishtowel.
"Not long." Xander admitted. "I mean, we've been darting around each other since... God, probably since I came back from Oxnard. But, well, threesomes are really the public norm so Oz and I weren't really prepared to jump right in on that. This Full Moon, however... We couldn't deny it anymore, Giles."
"Very well." Giles sighed. "I'll refrain from being... Negative in anyway, but if I suspect Spike is using or hurting you and Oz in anyway--"
"You'll go Ripper on his ass?" Xander finished, grinning. Giles smirked slightly. "Thanks, G-Man, that means a lot."
"I've asked you repeatedly to not call me that."
"But it fits you so well!" Xander whined. Giles gave him a look, before standing and walking over to the now whistling kettle. Xander watched him prepare two cups of tea and bring them over, before he spoke again. "You were right."
"About what, Xander?" Giles asked, sitting down and sliding the second cup toward Xander. Xander wrapped his hands around the warmth, but didn't drink any.
"Something has happened." Xander lowered his eyes, staring into the liquid of his tea. "Don't laugh, okay? But... I have visions."
"I beg your pardon?" Giles stammered, eyes widening.
"I have headache educing, mind-numbing visions." Xander said, looking up. "My first one was in Oxnard. I say Spike coming to Sunnydale... That's why I came back. Remember that demon a few months ago? The, uh, purple pole thing? I had a vision about it and that's why Spike was able to kill it, because I told him where it was at."
"Visions." Giles repeated. "I can't believe... How?"
"I don't know. Trust me, I don't want them. It feels like my head is going to implode or rip in half every time I get one." Xander replied. "I... I didn't want anyone to know. It's bad enough I'm just a human with no special abilities, getting my butt kicked every time I try to help Buffy... Now I have this handicap as well. I can't even stand after I have one..."
"If you three are indeed part of the prophecy then this would make sense." Giles said, slowly. "But, there really isn't much else to do but wait. The prophecy wasn't very clear on when the united three would come in handy."
"We weren't supposed to be here, yet." Xander said, softly. "Spike had this... visitor, when he got his soul, another visionary. He said that things weren't supposed to go likes this. I wasn't supposed to come back to Sunnydale as soon, and neither was Spike. The three of us weren't supposed to be together, not until later. Something about a next lifetime."
"So the true meaning of the prophecy won't even be in effect for many, many years." Giles surmised.
"I guess the Powers That Be are giving us some adjustment time." Xander offered.
"Hmm, well, I'm sure they're generous at times." Giles replied, fighting a smile. "I'll try to find more on the prophecy, as well as some books on visions."
"Aw, man, homework?" Xander complained, pouting.
"Well, we're more likely to have success with the prophecy than what we're researching now, I'm afraid." Giles commented, taking a sip of his tea. Xander didn't bother to tell Giles that it had been his vision that told them about the full moon. He knew that if there had been anything, they would have found it already. Xander sighed, before looking away from Giles' gaze. "Do you plan on explaining this relationship for Buffy and Willow?"
"Ummm... Not yet." Xander admitted.
part five
Trilogy Title: Book of Threes
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Xander/Oz, any variant of the three men
Setting: Up to and including Season Three, AU from there.
Trilogy Summary: Three men. Three beings. Three different stories. And a connection people never knew existed.
Story Summary: The animal within takes over as outside forces threaten to tear Oz apart. Spike, Xander, and Oz's relationship will never be the same again.
Chapter of Vampires
Chapter of Wolves: one, two, three
Oz watched, amused, as Xander fought with a little old lady over a buggy. Thirty seconds later, he returned to their side, triumphantly pushing the blue cart before him. Spike rolled his eyes and muttered to himself as Oz joined Xander in pushing the cart into the local Super Wal-Mart, which was conveniently located on the outskirts of town.
"I can't believe this." Spike was saying as they pushed toward the clothing department. "I'm a bloody vampire! We don't shop at Wal-Mart."
"Whatever, Blondie." Xander retorted, pausing in front of the racks of jeans. "Not all of us can get by stealing everything."
"But, honestly, whelp!" Spike waved his arm dramatically. "Wal-Mart?"
"Every couple's first outing is to a cheap store, Spike." Xander explained. "You're in this relationship, too, so you have to come. Just be happy this place is open twenty-four hours a day." Xander ignored Spike's protests and turned to Oz. "So, what's on the list."
"We need to get Spike a new pair of jeans." Oz stated, pulling out the long list. It was written in Xander's large print, Oz's tiny chicken scratch, and Spike's elegant cursive. "Because you're tired of washing that one pair."
"Yeah, they're falling apart at the crotch." Xander commented, pulling a pair of black jeans off the display. He unfolded them and held them up at Spike's waistline. "Hmm... No, too long."
"Bloody hell, they are not!" Spike insisted, grabbing them.
"Spike, you're not that tall." Xander said, in a calm voice. "You need a couple inches shorter than that. Honestly, if you would just let us know your size..."
"It's not my fault the tag ripped out of these." Spike said, pouting slightly. Xander rolled his eyes. Spike let out a soft growl. "Fine! Give me the bloody 32s."
Xander handed them over and turned back to Oz, as Spike inspected the jeans and complained about shoddy workmanship. Xander let out a sigh. "This is why we've withheld sex from him."
"Hmm." Oz hummed. "We can't hold it off forever, you know."
"I know!" Xander huffed. "The New Moon just passed... We'll do it tomorrow."
"Did someone say sex?" Spike asked, bouncing forward and tossing the jeans into the cart.
"Maybe." Xander replied, smiling brightly. "So, Oz, what's next?"
"Spike wants you to get some new socks." Oz read. "Apparently he's tired of the smell."
"Hey!" Xander exclaimed.
"They reek, pet. Live with it." Spike replied, grabbing a package of socks and throwing them into the cart. "What now?"
"We need new bed sheets." Oz replied. "I like black as much as the next semi-supernatural being, but can we pick up something else as well?"
"You can put new sheets on it the day you both give me sex." Spike told them, pushing them out of the way and pushing the cart toward the food section. "But first, food. You humans need something to eat. After all, we'll be having sex soon."
"One track mind." Xander commented, sighing. Oz nodded. Xander glanced over at him, before following his line of sight. Spike had taken off his duster and now they both had a perfect view of his arse. The muscles in his thighs flexed with each step, causing each cheek to rise and--
"Breathe, Xander." Oz whispered.
"Right. Breathe." Xander took a gulp of air. "So.... Uhh, I want his ass, how about you?"
"I wouldn’t' mind getting a hold of it." Oz replied.
"I heard that!" Spike yelled over his shoulder, where he was digging through the lettuce.
"Spike, what is that?" Xander asked warily, skirting around the head of lettuce the vampire held.
"It's lettuce, whelp."
"Back! Back!" Xander exclaimed, raising his hands. "Keep that away from me. Noooo!"
With that, Xander ran away, screaming. Wal-Mart patrons looked over at him, watching as he ran all the way to the baby department. Xander stopped there, realized where he was, and quickly made his escape.
"That was..." Oz trailed off, smiling in the way that wives often did when they saw their husbands doing something utterly inane.
"Dumbarse." Spike muttered, putting the lettuce in the buggy and glaring at Xander as he returned.
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"I like it." Xander stated, tilting his head and looking at the bed. "It gives the room a little... Zing!"
"I thought so, myself." Oz agreed. They turned to Spike, who was glowering in the doorway.
"It's yellow." Spike grumbled. "It looks like a bloody field of daisies."
"No, it's an off-yellow." Oz corrected. "It looks like sun rays in the morning."
"Great. I'll be killed by my own bed." Spike replied.
"Big baby." Xander rolled his eyes and dragged Spike into the room. "Now, strip and get into bed. Don't make me tell you twice, mister." Xander watched Spike a moment, caught up in the sudden display of flesh, before nervously turning toward Oz. "Did you, uh, remember the, uh...?"
"Astroglide." Oz stated, pulling the small bottle out of his back pocket. "Never leave home without it."
"You don't really." Xander said, smiling.
"No, but since I moved in here this afternoon I figured... Well, why not?" Oz tossed the bottle from one hand to the other, almost as though he were nervous. Xander understood the feeling.
This was different than when Oz and him had sex for the first time. That moment had been so spontaneous, but inevitable. This was planned. But Xander knew it had to happen. If his visions were correct, and they had so far been true, then this is the last step to be taken before closing that portal. If Spike's belief of the prophecy was correct, then this was also the second step in unifying them for eternity.
That was slightly daunting.
"Stop thinking, pet." Spike suddenly whispered in his ear. Xander gave a shocked gasp as it registered in his mind: Spike was pressed up against him, stark naked. One of Xander's hand moved to rest on Spike's shoulder, the skin feeling smooth under his hand. "You don't have to think about it. We all want this. It's not a chore and it's not something the Powers have arranged. It's just us. You. Me. And the pup over there."
Xander turned his head to the side, watching as Oz pulled his shirt off. He could feel Spike's hands tugging at his clothes, but his mind focused on the expanse of Oz's back. Despite being small, Oz was still nice to look at. He was wiry and Xander could see newly developed muscles since the last time he and Oz had gotten naked together. It made sense, what with all of the extra exercise Oz got during the full moon.
"Lift your feet." Spike ordered, gently. Xander obeyed, allowing Spike to pull of his shoes and socks. Spike's hands slid up the front of his legs, before pulling his belt free and unzipping his jeans. Another hand suddenly rested on the small of his back, Oz's nose pressing between his shoulder blades.
The next few moments were a blur, and soon all three were on the bed, naked bodies rubbing against each other. Oz was on one side of Xander, leaning over him to kiss Spike on the lips. Xander watched, letting out a soft moan as their tongues touched. One of his hands were cupping Oz's arse, the other sliding it's way down Spike's chest in search for something to take hold of.
"Bloody hell." Spike cursed when Xander's hand wrapped itself around his hard on. Spike's eyes closed momentarily. It was long enough, though, for Oz to abandon the kiss and instead begin sucking on one of Xander's nipples.
"God... Oz..." Xander moaned, tightening his grip around Spike's erection.
"Mmmm." Spike hummed, before leaning close to Oz's ear. "Pup. Got to ask you something."
"Yes, Spike?" Oz asked, before biting down on Xander's nipple. Xander gasped.
"I want him." Spike whispered, his voice sultry. "Look at him, laying there. All debauched and needy. He wants us, pup. I want to taste him. I want to touch him. I want to be inside of him. Let me, pup, please. Give him to me."
Xander made a desperate sound at the back of his throat, but was otherwise unable to speak. The intensity in Spike's voice and the look on his face left Xander speechless. He no longer knew what words were.
Oz threw his leg over Xander, quickly straddling his hips. Their erection rubbed against one another, sending shocks of pleasure down both spines. Oz made a soft, happy noise, before turning to Spike and kissing him gently on the lips. After a quick sweep of his tongue, he spoke. "We can share."
With a strength that most didn't know Oz had, Oz twisted them on the bed until Xander was on top of him. Oz pulled him down into a deep kiss, their tongues dueling. Oz's legs curled themselves around Xander's thighs in an absurdly tight grip, which resulted in Xander's legs spreading. Behind him, he could hear Spike murmuring something that was out of his hearing range.
Oz wrapped his arms around Xander's shoulders, slipping away from the kiss to watch Spike over Xander's shoulder. Spike's eyes were glowing near yellow as his hands slide up Xander's sides. Xander let out a purr of pleasure as Spike's tongue licked a trail up his spine. Then Spike was there, kissing Oz while groping around the bed for something.
"Whelp. Love." Spike whispered, taking a hold of Xander's hand. He placed the bottle of lubricant into Xander's hand. "Touch him. Touch the pup. He wants it, look at him. He's begging for it."
"Spike." Xander moaned, his hips moving back as Spike's erection grazed the cleft of his arse.
Oz's hands, with their dark green nails, slide through Xander's hair and pulled him into a light kiss. Xander felt his werewolf -- His. Yes, all his. -- shift underneath him, lifting one of his legs to give him room to work. Working mechanically, as though he had always known how this worked, Xander slicked his fingers and trailed his hands across the back of Oz's thigh.
He could feel Spike lapping at his back, slowly moving downward along his spine. Xander focused on the slick, gentle sensation of Spike's tongue as his index finger entered Oz. Oz's eyes seemed to flash a green-gold. Oz made a soft noise, a sound that was almost a growl. Xander felt his arousal heighten. He wanted to make Oz growl.
A sharp sensation signaled that Spike was nibbling on one of his arse cheeks. Xander groaned, his finger moving in and out of Oz. Oz's hips were trying to push downward, his back arching for more. Xander slowly began to work in another finger as Spike tongue trailed from the small of his back to his hip.
One of Oz's hands tightening on Xander's bicep, his fingers digging into the skin. Oz arched his back once again, his face flushed. "More."
"You heard the pup." Spike said, pressing his body against Xander's back and reaching for Oz's legs. He took hold of Oz's calves, pushing the werewolf's legs upward and spreading him for Xander. Xander's breath caught in his throat, but he followed Spike's whispered orders and added a third finger.
Every inch of Oz's body twitched at the sensation. Oz bared his teeth, his head falling back and hips jerking as Xander brushed against something inside him. Xander watched him, startled, before stroking that spot again. A low growl escaped Oz's throat.
"That's it, pet." Spike encouraged. "He's ready. He wants you. Look at him. Teeth bared, neck exposed. He's all spread open for you." As though to prove his point, Spike pushed Oz's legs even further apart, before biting Xander's earlobe. "Make it good, pet. Make the pup scream."
Xander took a moment to gather enough control, so he wouldn’t come right then and there. Spike continued to whisper into his ear, the words meaningless but the tone pure sex. Yes, Spike was right. He had to make Oz scream for him, for Spike. Call their names. Xander's fingers slowly slid out of Oz. Oz gave a sound of protest, his hips trying to move but Spike's grip on his legs was too strong.
Xander let in a deep breath, before aligning himself with Oz's entrance. He could feel Spike licking at his shoulder as he slowly pushed his way inside. Xander's body shivered. Oz was tight, full of heat and strength and a tightness clamping around him. Panting, Xander leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Oz's, as he settled fully inside Oz.
"Oz." Xander breathed.
"Xander." Oz's voice was strained, as though he was holding something back. Spike let go of his legs, which immediately curled around Xander's thighs once more. Oz was panting, his eyes slightly glazed. "Xander..."
"What? What is it?" Xander asked, raising his head and kissing Oz on the corner of his mouth. He had yet to move his hips, simply remaining inside Oz as though he belonged there. Spike had to look away before he started to feel mushy.
"Xander... I want..." Oz gulped and looked over at Spike. Spike wouldn’t meet his eyes. "I want to see..."
"Anything." Xander whispered. "Anything you want."
"Let Spike touch you." Oz said, his voice deceptively calm. Spike's eyes darted back to Oz, growing wide. "Let him feel you, everywhere. Please. I want to see him. I want to see the look on his face as he feels you from the inside out."
"Yes." Xander literally hissed, his hips thrusting once and causing Oz to gasp. Xander made a sound of pure pleasure. "Spike."
"Yeah, pet?" Spike asked, pressing himself against Xander's back once more. His erection nudged at the small of Xander's back, rock hard from watching Xander touch Oz.
"Want you." Xander panted. "Please."
"So polite." Spike teased, before sliding a hand down Xander's spine and cupping his arse. "Are you sure, Xan?"
"Yeah. Yeah." Xander nodded, Oz mimicking the motion as well.
Spike kissed the back of Xander's neck, before snatching the lubricant off of the bed. He sucked gently as Xander's shoulder blade as his fingers did their work, stretching Xander for his width. Xander made small noises of happiness, trying to keep himself from thrusting deep into Oz before Spike could finish.
When Spike finally entered Xander, sliding in as though Xander had been built for his cock, all three let out a moan. Xander's body was shuddering, one hand gripping the pillow underneath Oz's head tightly. One of Oz's legs untangled itself from Xander and wrapped around Xander's hip, bring his heel to rest at the curve of Spike's arse.
Spike was the first to thrust. The movement pushed Xander forward, farther into Oz. They rocked, all three of them simply living in the bliss that was the moment. Then Spike pulled back and slammed into Xander, hard. Xander let out a harsh cry, which was wrenched from his throat. Oz growled, but it wasn't in defense.
Oz continued to growl through the next few thrusts, before things got the better of him and he had to stop making noise in order to breath. His hands reached up and took hold of the headboard, back arching in an attempt to keep up with the two men above him. Xander was kissing him, everywhere. He could feel the human's tongue on his neck, which he bared in submission to. Xander bit down on his shoulder, gently, before sucking hard. Oz could feel Spike, through Xander. One of Spike's hands was sliding up his arm, until it was able to curl around the fist that was holding tight to the headboard.
"Bite him." Oz suddenly ordered. Spike's thrusts faltered for a second, while Xander let out a low moan of agreement. "Do it. Bite him."
Oz couldn't think clearly. Everything was a hurricane of emotion, feeling, and something so carnal and animalistic that it threatened to take hold of him. He watched, his eyes flashing, as Spike shifted into game-face. Oz, using the hand that Spike wasn't holding, lifted Xander's face up and positioned it properly. Xander blinked down at him, teeth biting down on his lower lip to keep some erotic noise from escaping. Oz wanted to tell him to let it out, that he wanted to hear Xander moan and groan and scream and come.
Oz watched as Spike licked across Xander's neck. Xander shivered, allowing Spike to piston into him, which in turn made his own cock bury itself into Oz at a pace that was both fast and dizzying, but oh so pleasurable. Oz sent him a slight smile, kissing him lightly on the lips and licking up a bead of sweat from his nose.
Then he watched, eyes darkening with lust, as Spike dove in and buried his fangs into Xander's neck. Xander gasped, eyes rolling up into his head. Oz, instead of merely watching that beautiful face contort in pleasure and pain, buried his nose into the other side of Xander's neck, where his previous bite had been place. With his tongue, he searched the spot out. Once it was found, he let out a low growl and buried his blunt teeth deep into the flesh.
Suddenly, every particle in Oz's body felt like it was on fire. Distantly, he could sense the rising orgasm, but his mind was separated. All he could feel was pain, followed by the sweet tang of blood and chaos. It was like changing into the wolf, only more severe. It felt as though his soul was trying to rip itself apart. Pain. Pleasure. It was everything and nothing, all at once and overwhelming his senses.
He could smell Xander and Spike. He could feel them in his veins. Their blood was his blood. But the pain. The pain was too much. And underneath it was the strongest eruption of pleasure he had ever encountered. In the end, all he could do was scream.
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"Umm... Hello?" Buffy called, shutting the mansion door softly behind her. She juggled the large sack of fast food in her arms. "Hello? Guys? ...I brought food!"
Frowning, she made her way into the kitchen and placed the bag onto the table. Then, still calling out, she wolked down the hallway. A soft groan could be heard from the master bedroom. Buffy debated coming back some other time. After all, she didn't want to see Spike doing... Naughty Spike things.
"Umm... Spike?" Buffy asked. Another groan, this time deeper and sounding more like someone was waking up. Buffy slowly opened the door and peeked inside the dark room. Shocked, she allowed the door to swing fully open. "Oh. My. God."
She was not seeing what she thought she was seeing. Buffy closed her eyes tightly, taking a deep and controlled breath. After two minutes, she reopened them. "Oh, God! This is... Oh, ew! Spike-butt!"
"Mmmm, butt." Xander mumbled in his sleep, rolling over.
"Oh, no!" Buffy exclaimed, covering her eyes. "I did not just see Xander's dangly bits. I didn't. I'm going to leave the room and ignore everything I just saw."
"Huh?" Xander groaned, sitting up. He glanced at the door before letting out a high pitched squeal and pulling the covers over himself. Oz grunted next to him, one hand reaching out to wrap around Xander's wrist possessively. Spike let out a soft growl, as though defending Xander in his sleep, his bare back presented to the room and Buffy's wide eyes.
"Xander...?" Buffy said slowly, gulping. "Xander... What is that on your neck?"
"Buffy?" Xander asked, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He reached for his neck, hissing as his fingers grazed over swollen and broken skin. The other side of his neck didn't feel much better. He suddenly felt very awake and very aware of what was going on around him.
Buffy was slowly making her way to the bed, with a look of pure fury in her eyes. His body hurt in places he couldn't remember existing before, even when he and Oz had made love. If his neck was any indication, both Spike and Oz had bit him. Xander held back a slight groan of happiness that thought caused and instead focused on stopping Buffy before she could attempt to strangle Spike in his sleep.
Even though that wouldn't help much.
"Buffy, it's okay." Xander insisted as Buffy slapped Spike awake.
"Bloody hell--" Spike was cut off by Buffy punching him. "What the fuck was that for?"
"You bit Xander! Get off the bed and get dressed so I can kick your ass!" Buffy literally growled.
Spike stood up, not bothering to cover himself. Xander spotted claw marks on Spike's shoulder, with Oz's signature all over them. Spike opened his mouth to speak, but Buffy slapped him again. A soft and sudden growl filled the air. Xander jerked in surprise and turned to see Oz kneeling on the bed. Oz's eyes were glowing, his teeth bared, as he watched Spike and Buffy.
"Uhh, Buffy?" Xander said, slowly. Buffy looked over, jaw dropping slightly when she spotted Oz. "I highly advise backing out of the room right about now."
"Bloody hell, pup." Spike whispered in awe, when he turned to see Oz. Xander could see Spike nether regions harden slightly. In the background, the door shut softly as Buffy left.
Oz crawled across the bed, pausing before Xander in order to lick a trail across one side of his neck. Xander shivered as Oz's tongue passed over the spot where he had bit Xander the night before. Then, Oz stood up, seemingly uncaring about his state of undress, and pressed himself against Spike. Spike made a shocked noise, but smiled as Oz nuzzled his shoulder.
"Are you okay, Oz?" Xander asked from his spot on the bed. He refused to get up and flash them with his naked parts. The other two may not be very modest, but Xander wasn't that comfortable naked.
"He'll be fine." Spike informed him, wrapping his arms around Oz's small form. "Right, pup?"
"Everything's so clear." Oz whispered, his voice sounding hoarse. Xander suspected it was from the screaming. He had never taken Oz for a screamer, but last night he had nearly shook the house down with his voice alone. "I can hear Buffy in the kitchen... I can smell sex in the air."
"Wait... Are you saying it worked?" Xander suddenly asked. "You mean us having sex brought your wolf forward? Or... You know, something like that?"
"That's what the prophecy said." Spike stated, releasing Oz and watching as the werewolf returned to the bed. Oz crawled over to Xander and curled up next to him, nose buried against his neck.
"Oh, not that thing again." Xander moaned, cuddling Oz. "You people are so annoying. Prophecy, prophecy, prophecy. If there's a prophecy that claims we must eat spinach for three years in order to save the world? Well, bring on the spinach. Oh, what did you say? We have to find the real Elvis? Well, let's get our asses to Memphis."
"Actually, Elvis is in Ireland." Spike informed him, falling back onto the bed. "He was turned."
"You're kidding? Huh..." Xander smiled, slightly. "We should get up."
"Let the Slayer wait. It would do her some good." Spike murmured against Xander's ear. Xander felt a shiver run down his spine. Oz's arms tightened around him, a soft purr echoing against his neck.
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Spike sat on the sofa, body pressed close to Xander's side. Xander was barely reading his research book and, instead, was watching Oz pace. The werewolf was acting like a caged animal, snapping at anyone that came near him and running his hands over the walls as though looking for a weak spot. Oz had been perfectly normal earlier, but the moment they had entered the living room and separated, Oz started acting finicky.
"Why don't you sit down, pup?" Spike asked. A snarl was his reply. Sighing, Spike turned to Xander. "Maybe we should take him for a walk?"
"As it is, I'm not finding anything associated with this next full moon, except for the obvious transformations." Giles spoke up. "I'm sorry to say, Spike, but I think your hunch was wrong."
"A lot you know." Spike snorted, casually wrapping his arm around Xander's shoulder. Xander shot him a slight smile, thankful that Spike had taken the wrap for the full moon idea. It meant that Xander didn't have to tell Giles about the visions, which he was far from ready to do. "Come on, whelp, the sun is down. Let's grab the pup and take a stroll, yeah?"
"I could go for some fresh air." Xander admitted.
Ignoring Buffy's protests on leaving her with the books, Xander and Spike gently grabbed Oz and ushered him outside. Spike lead the way down the driveway and onto the deserted street, heading toward the Sunnydale woods. Next to him, Oz was sniffing at the air, eyes nearly glowing gold. Xander was watching their lover carefully, as though he were afraid Oz would suddenly run off.
"Hey, pup, you okay?" Spike asked, when Oz suddenly stopped in the middle of the road. Oz ignored him and bared his teeth at a nearby bush. A soft growl emitted from his throat and seconds later a cat came speeding out of the bush, hissing at them as it ran in the other direction. Oz let out a soft snort, before continuing their walk.
"Okay." Xander shook his head and sent Spike a look. Spike shrugged and followed the werewolf.
They made it to the woods quickly, immediately branching out through the trees in a hunting formation. Spike was highly amused that this movement seemed to come naturally to the three of them. Oz, who was in the middle, was crouching toward the ground as he moved, looking like he wanted nothing more than to shift into wolf form.
The three of them continued for some time, until a soft light in the distance caught Spike's attention. Jumping over a raised root, Spike grabbed Oz by the shoulder and pointed at the light. Xander joined them, staring at the silver flashes that shone through the trees. Oz's head tilted and his nostrils flared. Then, as though it were a full moon, his eyes bled pure black in preparation of the change. The hair along Oz's jaw line grew and his canines lengthen, but from there the change ended. Oz blinked, almost in shock, before moving toward the light.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Xander asked in a low voice.
"Yeah." Spike replied, following Oz. They soon reached a small clearing, close to the spot where they had fought the hell-wolves before. "Bloody hell."
Resting barely three feet in the air was a glowing orb of silver. The light flickered as the orb stretched, indicating something was pushing on it from the inside. Xander took a step back as a bright flash of light filled the clearing. "What is that?"
"I think it's the portal." Spike replied, turning his eyes to Oz. The werewolf was crawling across the ground, smelling the grass and earth. "Pup? What do you smell?"
"Enemy." Oz's voice was like gravel, caught in-between human and wolf. Oz, now crouched down, looked up at them. His black eyes seemed to dart between the two, before resting on Xander's chest. "Hurt mate."
"Wolves from hell." Spike muttered as Oz stood and moved toward Xander. Xander allowed Oz to pull him into a hug, the werewolf's nose buried in Xander's shirt, breathing deeply. "This is it, then, the portal Giles and the Slayer found. It's dormant now."
"But it won't be next week." Xander finished for him. "Do we have any idea as to how to do this?"
"You tell me, vision boy." Spike snapped, too annoyed to worry about Xander's feelings. Xander scowled at him, but blessedly remained silent. "Nothing in those blasted books... We might need to ask around... I could go talk to a few demons I know--"
"Spike, don't endanger yourself." Xander interrupted, looking worried. "You know as well as I do that since you got your soul half the demon population can't stand you."
"I'm well aware of that, pet." Spike said, bitterly.
"Just... Be safe, okay?" Xander's voice was soft, barely heard over the mild wind. Oz stepped away from Xander, his eyes back to normal as he turned to Spike.
"I should get going. The sooner we learn something, the better off we will be." Spike informed them, walking past them. Oz reached out and grabbed Spike's shoulder, pulling him around and into a deep kiss. Oz hummed into the kiss as Spike's tongue pushed it's way into his mouth. When they separated, Oz's pale face was flushed.
"Be safe." Oz said, his voice stern. "Xander and I have more to worry about than hunting down the demon that dared to hurt you and slaughtering him."
"I can do safe." Spike replied, smiling at Oz and Xander. "Go back to the mansion and keep the Slayer from digging through our stuff, yeah?"
"Okay." Xander smiled.
"Good to see you back, pup." Spike added. "You seemed lost for a while."
"I... Needed to adjust and focus on something, I think." Oz glanced at the portal. "This is as good as anything to focus on."
Spike gave Oz another kiss and reached over to tousle Xander's hair. Once done, he turned and left, his black duster immediately melting into the darkness while he blonde head could be seen bobbing between the trees.
"You sure you're okay?" Xander asked Oz, once the werewolf had turned back to the portal.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Oz informed him. "I can feel the wolf, shifting in and out of every particle. It's a part of me and no longer separate." Oz closed his eyes briefly, before looking over at Xander. "I have you and Spike to thank for that."
"Aw, shucks." Xander blushed, causing Oz to give him that half-smile, half-grin that only Oz could create.
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Oz curled himself up into a small ball, taking up very little of the sofa. Xander was draped across the other two-thirds of it, long legs dangling off the arm and his head pillowed against Oz's hip. They had books in their laps, but Oz was spending more time playing with Xander's hair than reading. Xander's eyes were half-closed in pleasure.
"That shouldn't be sweet looking." Buffy decided out loud. Next to her, on the floor amongst stacks of books and parchment, Willow smiled slightly.
"I'm going to make some tea." Giles muttered, walking briskly toward the kitchen.
"I wonder when Spike will get back." Xander said softly.
"Soon, Xander." Oz replied, dropping a gentle kiss on Xander's forehead. Xander smiled and rolled onto his side, eyes dropping closed. Before Xander could fall asleep, however, Giles popped his head back into the living room.
"Err, Xander? Could you help me a moment?" Giles asked, looking far more nervous than making tea should permit. Xander let out a groan, but got up and followed Giles back into the kitchen. Noting the look on Giles' face and the fact that Giles already had the tea brewing, Xander immediately suspected that the conversation wasn't about the location of Spike's Earl Grey.
"What's going on, G-Man?" Xander asked, leaning against the counter.
"I had a very interesting conversation with Buffy while you were on your walk." Giles informed him, looking at the kettle in order to avoid Xander's gaze. "I don't take it upon myself to try and tell you what to do. You're an adult, all of you are. My days as your mentor are coming to an end and I'm fully aware of that. Xander... Are you certain you should be doing this?"
"What exactly do you think I'm doing, Giles?"
"From Buffy's encounter with Spike's bedroom this evening, I can only imagine." Giles admitted. "I refuse to jump to any conclusions. I have my suspicions, but I will not judge until you confirm them."
"You remember that prophecy from the beginning of summer, Giles? It kept going on and on about three people uniting and their love saving the world." Xander took a deep breath. "I think... I think Spike and Oz are a part of that prophecy. Good and evil, right? Well, Spike has a soul now and Oz has the wolf. Giles... Something really weird happened. The moment the three of us accepted how we were feeling for one another... Oz can control the wolf."
"How?" Giles asked. "No werewolf has ever gained control of that before, at least not on record."
"Think about it, Giles."
"There is no way of proving they are the ones spoken about in the prophecy... And if they are, that means you must be as well." Giles said. Xander looked away, shifting nervously on his feet. After a moment, Giles continued. "Xander, either something has happened that you have yet to tell me or something is about to happen that we have no control over. I would hope that you trust me enough to tell me."
"Oh, man." Xander rubbed at his face, before looking up at Giles. The older man looked worried, an expression that Xander barely remembered seeing on his own father's face. Sighing, Xander walked over to the small kitchen table and sat down. Giles followed. "Me, Spike, and Oz are a couple now. We live here. I moved in after the last Full Moon and Oz moved in yesterday."
"How long has this... Been going on?" Giles nervously asked, pulling off his glasses. His eyes darted around for something to wipe them off on and Xander, being generous, grabbed him a dishtowel.
"Not long." Xander admitted. "I mean, we've been darting around each other since... God, probably since I came back from Oxnard. But, well, threesomes are really the public norm so Oz and I weren't really prepared to jump right in on that. This Full Moon, however... We couldn't deny it anymore, Giles."
"Very well." Giles sighed. "I'll refrain from being... Negative in anyway, but if I suspect Spike is using or hurting you and Oz in anyway--"
"You'll go Ripper on his ass?" Xander finished, grinning. Giles smirked slightly. "Thanks, G-Man, that means a lot."
"I've asked you repeatedly to not call me that."
"But it fits you so well!" Xander whined. Giles gave him a look, before standing and walking over to the now whistling kettle. Xander watched him prepare two cups of tea and bring them over, before he spoke again. "You were right."
"About what, Xander?" Giles asked, sitting down and sliding the second cup toward Xander. Xander wrapped his hands around the warmth, but didn't drink any.
"Something has happened." Xander lowered his eyes, staring into the liquid of his tea. "Don't laugh, okay? But... I have visions."
"I beg your pardon?" Giles stammered, eyes widening.
"I have headache educing, mind-numbing visions." Xander said, looking up. "My first one was in Oxnard. I say Spike coming to Sunnydale... That's why I came back. Remember that demon a few months ago? The, uh, purple pole thing? I had a vision about it and that's why Spike was able to kill it, because I told him where it was at."
"Visions." Giles repeated. "I can't believe... How?"
"I don't know. Trust me, I don't want them. It feels like my head is going to implode or rip in half every time I get one." Xander replied. "I... I didn't want anyone to know. It's bad enough I'm just a human with no special abilities, getting my butt kicked every time I try to help Buffy... Now I have this handicap as well. I can't even stand after I have one..."
"If you three are indeed part of the prophecy then this would make sense." Giles said, slowly. "But, there really isn't much else to do but wait. The prophecy wasn't very clear on when the united three would come in handy."
"We weren't supposed to be here, yet." Xander said, softly. "Spike had this... visitor, when he got his soul, another visionary. He said that things weren't supposed to go likes this. I wasn't supposed to come back to Sunnydale as soon, and neither was Spike. The three of us weren't supposed to be together, not until later. Something about a next lifetime."
"So the true meaning of the prophecy won't even be in effect for many, many years." Giles surmised.
"I guess the Powers That Be are giving us some adjustment time." Xander offered.
"Hmm, well, I'm sure they're generous at times." Giles replied, fighting a smile. "I'll try to find more on the prophecy, as well as some books on visions."
"Aw, man, homework?" Xander complained, pouting.
"Well, we're more likely to have success with the prophecy than what we're researching now, I'm afraid." Giles commented, taking a sip of his tea. Xander didn't bother to tell Giles that it had been his vision that told them about the full moon. He knew that if there had been anything, they would have found it already. Xander sighed, before looking away from Giles' gaze. "Do you plan on explaining this relationship for Buffy and Willow?"
"Ummm... Not yet." Xander admitted.
part five