Moonlight Prey

[jasonsnene]

 

Title: Moonlight Prey

Author: jasonsnene

Pairing: Oz/Spike

Rating: NC17

Warnings: M/M

 

For purpledodahwho issued the following challenge for my “Write Me Some Oz” request:

 

“go write me something where Oz is howling naked to the moon, watched by Spike. lots of hot sex and naked bodies”

So here you go sweetie.  And Go Spoz!!

 

Spike heard the howl and moved instinctively towards it. He was a predator and was answering the call of another predator. Leaves and brush barely made a sound as he stepped through them, quietly seeking the one who called.

 

A clearing appeared in the midst of the trees and kneeling in the center was Oz. He was naked and his pale skin was a beacon in the night, calling to Spike. Oz turned and spotted him lingering in the shadows.

 

Spike realized he was partially turned, his face that mix of wolf and man that would frighten so many. Not Spike. For him, seeing Oz in this form, was strangely erotic. It told him that the wolf had some control over the man.

 

Oz scented the night, picking out the particular blend that was Spike. Then he bared his neck and howled again. The sound sent shivers down Spike’s spine and before he knew what he was doing, his duster had slipped from his shoulders and dropped to the ground.

 

He stepped forward, still at the edge of the trees but closer. He knelt, keeping his eyes on the wolf man, and unlaced his boots. Oz stared, still ever the predator seeking his prey. He wouldn’t find prey in Spike.

 

Spike stood again and toed off his boots before taking another step forward. Now the light of the moon was able to fall on his face. Their eyes met and locked. Spike didn’t remove his eyes from the wolf one’s holding him in their spell. He simply grabbed the hem of his shirt and tore it off his own body.

 

Oz growled appreciatively at the sight and moved closer, still in a crouch and sniffed the air again. This time the scent of Spike’s arousal was clearer to him and he was tempted to leap, pounce and have.

 

The man inside begged the wolf to wait. When he stilled Spike moved his hand to the fastening of his jeans and slowly lowered them. His cock sprang free and he kicked his legs free impatiently.

 

Spike stood there, beautifully naked in the night, his time of day, and watched the wolf with his own predatory eyes. They held firm, each trying to maintain dominance.  But it wasn’t meant for them both to rule.

 

And Spike had a hundred years of practice over Oz. The wolf growled and fought but finally lowered his eyes and Spike pounced, one minute at the edge, the next on top of Oz, hands and mouth exploring the tender flesh below him. 

 

Oz responded, grabbing hold of Spike wherever he could and holding on for the ride. Spike spun him around on his hands and knees, ass displayed. Oz felt the trickle of something cool hit his opening just as the scent of blood filled his nose.

 

Spike lubed him with blood, and Oz luxuriated in the scents of blood and sex around him. He felt a firm push against his opening and relaxed, letting Spike in and feeling his cock buried deep inside.

 

He didn’t want to wait. He refused and Oz slammed his hips back further, forcing Spike in as far as he could go. The vampire took control then and grabbed Oz’s hips, holding him steady while he thrust with all of his strength, forcing the wolf into submission.

 

Oz laid his shoulders down and arched his neck to the side. It was no secret who was in control here, who was the master and who was the eager slave. He spread his legs wider, allowing Spike further access and the vampire responded by adjusting his angel, making sure to hit Oz’s bundle of nerves with every stroke.

 

It didn’t take many of the punishing strokes before Oz was coming, shooting an arc of milky liquid from his cock as Spike continued to slam into him from behind. He pushed himself up, kneeling against Spike’s lap and flung his head to the side, offering himself.

 

Spike accepted and fangs sunk in and Oz howled again as his dick tried to spurt more fluid. One deep draw of the potent blood and Spike was filling Oz, shooting him full. He pushed Oz forward, keeping himself firmly buried inside and lowered his body.

 

Oz laid his head on his arms and closed his eyes as he felt Spike begin to thrust inside him again, the way eased further by the fluids still seated inside his body. Spike grew impatient and flipped him over, plunging back in as he forced Oz’s legs up and drew his hips off the ground.

 

Only his shoulders were supporting him now as Spike continued to drill into him, the sound of their flesh smacking together filling the night and drowning out the sound of the woods around them. 

 

Spike came again and released a howl of his own into the night, announcing his ownership of the one laying below him, sated and spent. This time Spike pulled out before he lowered himself to cover Oz.

 

They only lay there for moments before the wolf demanded to be free and Oz pushed Spike from him and let the wolf come out, releasing it from the cage of his body. Now fully wolf, he turned and looked at Spike before dashing off into the night.

 

Spike wasn’t concerned. He would be back. Pet’s always returned to their Master.