Devil in the Moonlight

[jasonsnene]

 

Title: Devil in the Moonlight

Author: jasonsnene

Pairing: Spike/Oz

Rating:  NC17

Warnings:  M/M
Beta:  mistress_tien

A/N:  A while back   nme0621  [Bad username or unknown identity:  ]issued me a Spoz challenge.  Well, it's taken me a while to finish it but here it is! 

 

 

Oz pulled his van away from Willow’s dorm, leaving the woman he thought he loved behind. He couldn’t help but glance in the rearview mirror as he watched the future he’d worked so hard for fade into the distance. 

 

He tried to be philosophical. Willow was in love with Tara. She’d moved on. However, it was hard to be philosophical as he felt the wolf inside him, the wolf he’d fought to tame for her, begging for release.

 

Barely ten minutes after leaving Willow and his future behind, Oz pulled his van to the side of the road. His lips cured in an ironic twist. He would stop by the cemetery. It was too funny even for him to ignore. Everything in Sunnydale always began in ended in this place.

 

Oz climbed out of the van and took off at a run, letting his wolf’s instincts guide him through the night, and the headstones jutting out of the earth like pale beacons. He scented blood just as he stopped to throw back his head and howl out his anger and frustration.

 

His body moved towards the scent. Something was here, wounded badly, and Oz knew his wolf was too close to the surface for him to ignore his instincts. He leapt over a tombstone in his way and nearly stumbled across the body lying on the ground behind it.

 

Of course, it wasn’t just any body. This was a body he recognized. Spike. The bleached blonde vampire that lived to torment the scoobies. Oz found himself scooping Spike up in his arms and carrying the unconscious vampire back to his van. As much as he wanted to just leave him there, it wasn’t in Oz’s nature. 

 

He settled Spike into the back of the van and hopped into the driver’s seat. What to do with an injured vampire? He could take him to Giles. Hell, he could take him to Buffy. But that would mean seeing Willow again and Oz wasn’t really up for that. 

 

Oz looked back at Spike before deciding to go with his instincts. The wolf inside of him was howling at Oz to run, to get away, to get them somewhere safe. If Oz had learned anything during the last few months, it was to trust his wolf and the natural instincts that he now possessed.

 

The van rumbled to life and with one last glance over his shoulder, Oz put the vehicle in gear and aimed it out of town. Eyes focused on the road, he never saw blue eyes open and stare briefly at him before they drifted closed again.

 

Once they were safely outside of Sunnydale, the wolf started to calm and Oz realized that he needed to check on Spike. His wolf had truly been close to the surface. He hadn’t even checked to see how or where Spike was injured. 

 

A sign for a rest area appeared a few minutes later and Oz pulled off the interstate and parked in a secluded area near the back. He climbed into the back and knelt beside Spike, watching him for signs of life before carefully sliding his leather duster from around his body.

 

He couldn’t hold back his gasp. There were bloody claw marks down Spike’s chest and across his stomach. He could see parts of the vampire that weren’t meant to be seen on the outside of the body.

 

Oz realized he didn’t even know where to start. He knew that vampires could heal most wounds, but this was bad. Worse than Oz had ever seen. He reached a tentative hand out, unsure where to touch, and was surprised when a pale hand grabbed his arm and stopped his movement.

 

He shifted his gaze to Spike’s face and found the vampire’s blue eyes starting back at him. They stared at each other for a few moments before Spike spoke. “Well, if it isn’t Red’s mongrel. Mind if I ask where we’re going?”

 

Oz stiffened, Spike’s pet name for Willow sending another burst of anger and regret through him. He looked away from Spike’s gaze, not wanted to betray too much in his own expression. He pulled his arm from Spike’s grasp and moved to grab his first aid kit. 

 

Moving back to Spike’s side, he pulled out a packet of gauze and cleaned up what he could of the blood on the vampire’s chest. He stared again at the gaping wound on his stomach. Oz tentatively pressed the gauze to the wound and Spike gasped in pain.

 

He didn’t stop Oz from continuing though so he continued to press against the wound, gently easing things back inside where they were supposed to be. After grabbing a clean piece of gauze, Oz cleaned up as best he could and then he taped the wound closed. Hopefully, it would be enough and vampire healing could do the rest.

 

Spike watched Oz carefully the entire time the wolf boy was working on his wounds. He couldn’t figure out what would motivate this guy into helping him. And Spike really didn’t like it when he didn’t know someone’s motives.

 

He decided to see just how far he could push him. “Hey, got any blood around here? I’m a bit parched.”

 

Oz jerked his eyes back up to Spike’s. “I don’t keep blood on hand. Sorry.”

 

“Well, you could just let me borrow some of yours.”  Spike looked at him, expecting a quick denial.

 

Oz simply sighed briefly and looked down at his own arm. Then he looked up at Spike again. “Does it have to be human? Or would animal blood work?”

 

Spike assumed that Oz was referring to his wolf status.  “Wolf blood works. Human is best but animal will do in a pinch.”

 

Oz pulled open the van door.   “I’ll be back in a few.” He climbed out of the van and moved to the edge of the clearing surrounding the rest stop. When he was sure no one was paying attention, he stepped into the woods and disappeared from view.

 

Once inside the dark trees, Oz striped off his clothes and let the wolf shift free. In his animal form, his senses were heightened and he sniffed the air carefully, searching for signs of prey.

 

After a few moments, he caught a faint scent and took of through the woods at a run. It took longer than he wanted to catch up with the deer. But once it was in his sight, the animal didn’t stand a chance. He stunned it with one powerful blow and drug the animal back through the night.

 

He paused at the edge of the woods and did a quick search of the parking area. It was deserted. So he scooped up his clothes in one paw and quickly pulled the deer over to the van. 

 

Spike’s eyes widened when the van door opened and he saw the werewolf standing there. The deer was still alive and Spike pulled himself closer to the door. Oz lifted the deer and offered its neck to Spike.

 

He let his fangs drop and buried his teeth into the tender neck. The deer struggled briefly but Oz held it steady for him as he carefully drained it of its life. When it was dead, Spike pulled away and Oz lifted the carcass and carried it back into the woods.

 

Spike lay there, letting the fresh blood begin its work healing his body.  Oz returned a few moments later, still in wolf form and hopped into the van. When the door was shut, he stilled and suddenly Spike was staring at him in human form. 

 

He couldn’t resist a quick look down. His eyes widened. The wolf had nothing to be ashamed of in that area. Spike jerked his gaze upwards again, hoping he hadn’t been caught peeking. Oz wasn’t paying him any attention though. He was breathing deeply, like he was meditating or something. 

 

When he did open his eyes, he glanced down at Spike to see if the vampire was okay. When he saw that Spike was awake and looked a little better, he settled down on the floor of the van. 

 

“I need to rest a bit.” Watching Oz drift to sleep, Spike remembered that he was a man of few words. Spike watched him sleep for a few minutes before looking around and finding a blanket to cover up Oz’s still nude form.

 

Then he laid back down himself and let the blood continue its work.

 

Oz woke up and found himself curled up next to the vampire’s body. He slid away carefully, trying not to disturb the vampire’s sleep. It was nearly dawn, time to move on. He slid into some clothes and arranged a blanket to shield the back from the sun. 

 

Then he started the van and moved them further away from Sunnydale. The hours passed quickly. Oz stopped only for food and gas and then continued driving. When evening approached, he started looking for signs and finally came across a campground. 

 

He exited at the correct marker and followed the signs until he found the entrance. Parking the van, he took a quick moment to check on Spike, before climbing out and signing for the site furthest away from everyone else. 

 

There were woods close by and he hoped he would be able to find something else for Spike to eat. Moving the van to their assigned spot, Oz focused his senses on the area and couldn’t detect anything dangerous. 

 

He stripped of his clothes and let his wolf emerge and headed into the woods for another hunt. By the time he captured his prey and carried it back to the van, Spike was awake. He looked at the offering Oz gave him and bit down gratefully. He could feel his strength returning with every mouthful of fresh blood. 

 

Oz carried the animal’s body away again and reappeared just as Spike was climbing from the van. He growled lowly, warning the vampire not to move. Spike’s eyes shifted to gold as he glared at the wolf. Oz glared back and wolf and vampire were in a classic stare down. Whoever broke first was declaring the other dominant. Neither wanted to be the first to blink.

 

Eventually Spike grew tired of the contest and stalked closer to the wolf. Oz stood straighter and continued to stare unblinking at the vampire. He would not break, and although he didn’t want to hurt Spike again after the he’d just gotten him healed, he would if it meant proving to Spike that he was in control here.

 

Spike moved closer, nearly chest to chest with the wolf and stared back into his eyes, daring him, challenging him. Oz responded by placing one punch directly into the vampire’s chest, sending him flying across the clearing.

 

Before Spike had a chance to move, Oz was on him, his neck captured in the wolf’s jaw. Spike couldn’t believe how fast Oz could move or how strong he was. He’d fought wolves before but none of them had challenged his dominance and none had gotten the jump on him.

 

Spike would like to believe it was because he was still weakened but he knew the truth. Oz was a hell of a lot stronger than he let on. Spike decided to give in, for now, and arched his neck further, declaring Oz the winner of their fight.

 

Spike felt teeth sink into his neck, hard enough to break skin, but not hard enough to kill or do any real damage. Then Oz pulled away and Spike found himself with a wiry human form sitting on top of him.

 

They stared at each other again, not for dominance this time. This was more curiosity, and when Oz finally spoke it was to issue a warning. “Don’t challenge me when I’m in wolf form, Spike. There’s only so much control I have.”

 

Oz climbed from Spike’s body and moved to the van. He emerged moments later, dressed again and gathered some wood to start a fire. He looked briefly at Spike, wondering if it was okay with the vampire to have fire so close.

 

“Go ahead, pet. Doesn’t bother me unless I get a bit too close.”

 

Oz nodded and continued starting the fire. He soon had a small blaze going and moved back to the van to get out some tools. Oz returned and set up a tripod over the fire, dangling a pot from the center to which he added stew from a couple cans. 

 

Spike watched him work, preparing his meal like he must have done a hundred times before. A coffee pot came next, one of those old fashioned one’s that could sit on the flames. Oz filled it with water and coffee grounds and sat it in the embers, letting the heat do its work.

 

When his meal was ready, Oz pulled the food from over the flames and offered some to Spike. He shook his head, not really wanting real food at the moment. Oz ate quickly and cleaned up before settling back by the fire, coffee mug in hand. 

 

“Want to tell me where we are yet?”

 

Oz looked up. “We’re in Arizona.”

“Mind telling me what we’re doing here?”

 

“Getting away from Sunnydale.”

 

“And why did you bring me with you?”

 

Oz paused, not knowing how to answer.  “Do you want me to take you back?”

 

“Didn’t ask that, now did I?”

 

“Well, then, don’t worry about the why.”

 

They settled into silence again. Oz stared up at the stars, lost to his own thoughts and Spike stared at Oz, lost in his own. Spike wanted to talk, to hear something besides the silence. But Oz didn’t look like he wanted conversation. Not that what someone else wanted had ever stopped Spike before, but for some reason, he felt like letting the man have his quiet for a bit.

 

After a while, Oz looked over at him. “Want to tell me what happened to you?”

 

“Not really.”

 

Oz growled. Spike sighed. “Well, I was on patrol with the slayer after we saved you from the big bad and a big nasty came and got in a good swipe before the slayer took care of it.”

 

“You were patrolling?”

 

“Yeah, well, I do that now. Need a little extra help these days and the slayer makes me work for my blood.”

 

“Explain.”

 

“Well, I can’t hurt humans anymore. Got a soddin chip in my head that makes me see stars if I try.”

 

Oz watched, waiting for more. “Those Initiative blokes? The one’s who put you in that cage? Well, you’re lucky the slayer got you out when she did. Her and Captain America saved you from a fate similar to mine. When they had me, they stuck this thing in my head that electrocutes me if I try to eat anybody.”

 

Spike stood and began pacing around the campsite. His rage was palpable and Oz knew what it felt like to feel out of control and unable to do anything for yourself. Oz remembered the anger and frustration he’d felt at being caged like an animal at the Initiative. He knew that the painful experiments they’d done on him were just the beginning and he realized that Spike had endured much worse. 

But more than that, he knew what it was like to have part of you, his wolf, Spike’s demon, out of your control. It had nearly destroyed him. But he fought his way through and finally came out on top.

 

His wolf now belonged to him. They were together, a single unit now. And although he’d lost control around Willow, he knew that he was still in control. Spike didn’t have that chance. How could you fight against an electronic device designed by the military to take away your power?

 

Oz decided that Spike wouldn’t have to fight alone like he’d had to. He would help the vampire figure out a way to get the chip out. And although he knew that it meant that Spike would be able to kill again, he hoped to also help Spike gain some control over his demon. If the vampire was willing that is. 

 

If not, then Oz would do what he’d done throughout high school. When a vampire was killing people, it got staked. Plan settled upon, Oz rose and moved towards Spike. The vampire was still enraged, his helplessness rolling off of him in waves of fear and humiliation. 

 

Oz stepped into his path and Spike growled at him before shoving Oz out of his way. He went to grab his head before he realized that nothing had happened. Oz shoved him back and Spike looked down at his hand before taking a swing at the wolf’s head. Oz stepped back from the swing. 

 

“Come on. Is that the best you got? Big Bad, my ass.”

 

Spike leapt at Oz this time and landed a solid punch to the wolf’s stomach. Oz grunted as his air left his lungs but remained standing. Spike froze. “How the hell is it not hurting? It should hurt me to hurt you.”

 

“Well, I’m not human, am I?”

 

Spike looked at him for a moment. “You think it only works on humans?”

 

“Well, those Initiative guys didn’t seem like the brightest bulbs if you ask me. Why would they want to keep demons from hurting other demons?”

 

“You mean, I can still hunt? Can still kill? Just not humans?”

 

“It seems that way to me.”

 

Oz was surprised when he found himself swept into a hug. He couldn’t help but laugh at Spike’s gleeful expression as he squeezed Oz tighter and lifted him up before spinning them both around.

 

“I can still hunt! I can still kill! Let’s go find some demon nasties to take care of!”

 

Oz chuckled at the vampire’s enthusiasm. “Well, we can’t right now. We’re in the middle of nowhere. But soon, we’ll find some demons to kill. And I’m going to find a way to help you, Spike. I promise.”

 

Spike sat the wolf back down on his feet and pressed a quick kiss to the surprised wolf’s mouth. Oz was surprised at the action and lifted his eyes to Spike’s. Suddenly the moment wasn’t about the gleeful humor, but about something much deeper, much more. Spike drew Oz back to him and pressed their lips together again.

 

This time Oz responded, opening his mouth and letting his tongue explore the lips against his. Spike let his own tongue trace against the wolf’s and then they were lost in a kiss that awoke hungers in both of them. Hungers that they had both been denied over the past few months and now they both needed. 

 

Oz started walking Spike backwards towards the van, keeping their kiss going and feeling his arousal surge through him. When Spike’s legs bumped against the van, he stopped and pulled back to look at the vampire. 

 

Spike realized that Oz was waiting for him, letting him decide how much further they went. He slipped his coat from his shoulders and tossed it into the van before climbing in the still open door and holding out his hand to Oz.

 

Not needing a second invitation, Oz climbed in as well and they were lost again in the feel of each other. Shirts were gone next and Oz pressed his chest against the cooler flesh of the vampire, feeling tight muscles against his own.

 

Spike lay back on the pile of blankets he’d been sleeping on and Oz covered his body, settling between his legs like he belonged there. And Spike supposed that in a way he did. Oz ground his arousal into Spike’s and the sensation of hard cock pressed against hard cock was delicious.

 

Oz pulled back and pulled open Spike’s jeans, sliding them from his hips and down his legs. When the legs tangled on his boots, Oz pulled the Docs from his feet forcefully before jerking the jeans free. 

 

Then Spike was naked and spread below him. Oz took in his lithe form, his slender body covered with powerful muscles. His chest and abdomen still marred by healing wounds. His cock, jutting eagerly up from a patch of light curls. 

 

Oz committed the sight to memory before covering Spike’s body again with his own. Their kiss was explosive again and Spike writhed beneath him, thrusting his hips against Oz’s jean clad body and eagerly seeking more stimulation.

 

Oz moved his lips to Spike’s neck, licking him there and nipping at bite mark he’d left earlier. Spike groaned and arched his neck, allowing Oz more access. Oz spent several minutes there teasing the sensitive marking before he slid further down, inch by inch, until his hot breath was caressing Spike’s cock.

 

Spike arched trying to push his body closer to Oz’s mouth but he wolf moved his head to the side and instead teased the flesh on Spike’s thighs. Aching for more, Spike spread himself, giving more access to Oz’s seeking mouth.

 

When Spike was desperate, thinking Oz would never touch him where we wanted it the most, he felt a warm hand fist around him and a warmer mouth closer over the tip. He jerked his hips upwards and Oz allowed more to slide into his mouth until finally, his entire length was surrounded by wet heat.

 

Oz sucked the column and felt Spike writhing under him. He let his saliva drip down, coating Spike and making him easier to stroke. He used his hand to gather up some of his spit and slicked two of his fingers before teasing them against Spike’s entrance. 

 

Spike groaned in pleasure when he finally felt Oz breach his opening and slick fingers began to stroke in and out, stretching him and getting him ready for more. Then Oz slid back up his body and pressed their lips together again.

 

He wasn’t so lost in the kiss that he didn’t realize that Oz still had his jeans on. Spike took care of that problem as quickly as he could and finally they were pressed together. Spike lifted his legs and locked them around Oz’s waist and he felt Oz’s cock nudge at his opening.

 

They broke the kiss long enough for Oz to pull back and look in his eyes as he pushed his way inside, burying himself to the hilt in Spike’s cool body. He thrust slowly at first but the more Spike responded the more out of control their bodies became and eventually he was pounding into Spike, hard enough to hurt a human and just hard enough for a needy vampire.

 

Spike came first, spurting his seed across his stomach and Oz stilled, letting his muscles quit clenching before he pulled out of Spike’s body and stroked himself to completion, letting his spendings mix with the fluid already on Spike’s body.

 

Oz ran his fingers through the mess, rubbing it into Spike’s skin, marking his lover as his. Spike pulled him down again and they kissed again, still wanting more from each other’s sated bodies.

 

Oz collapsed next to Spike and felt the vampire curl into him. They slept that way, covered in each other, fluids drying on their bodies. Neither had ever slept better.

 

The next morning Oz woke up in time to realize that they had never closed the van door. As the sun was getting ready to rise, he quickly pulled the door shut before returning to Spike’s side. 

 

The vampire didn’t stir and Oz was tempted to wake him up more pleasantly. But they needed to get on the road. He had a plan now. He was going to get the chip out of Spike. And he knew someone who could help.