Beloved Wolf

[jasonsnene]

 

Title:  Beloved Wolf
Authors:  purpledodah and jasonsnene
Pairing:  Oz/Wesley (Ozley!)
Rating:  NC17
Warnings:  M/M

A/N:  Written for Oz's Full Moon Fever Day at rogue_slasher.  Hope you enjoy it! 

 

Wes stood before the bathroom mirror; it was time to bathe his wound. He hated looking in the mirror, not even able to meet his own eye. With an unsteady hand, he removed the dressing and did what he had to. It was amazing what you could do without ever really looking. He then swallowed the pills with a drink of water. They at least promised oblivion for a while when they kicked in. Morphine was his new best friend.

 

The phone was ringing...and ringing. No answer. Again. Oz was getting pissed. He'd been trying to contact Wesley for over a week. They couldn't always talk everyday as their relationship was long distance, and secret. But they'd never gone this long without speaking. When he heard Wesley's voice on the answering machine, he hung up the phone. They'd agreed not to leave messages, just in case. Besides, he was going to deliver his message to Wesley in person.

 

Wes listened to the phone ring, then his own voice. The caller never left a message. It was probably Oz. He just couldn’t face speaking to him. Well that’s if he could speak. He’d managed a whisper at the hospital, but it hurt to move his throat to speak. As soon as his lover heard him, he would do his possessive thing, which Wes normally loved, craved even. But now, well now Wes just wanted to be left alone. He didn’t deserve anyone as wonderful as Oz fussing over him. He just wanted to curl up in a ball and let the whole world forget him.

 

Oz pulled his van to a stop outside of Wes' apartment. There were few lights on but Oz knew he was there, which meant that Wes had been there when he called and hadn't answered the phone. His wolf stirred as his rage began to grow. Wes was HIS and he would not allow him to throw away what they shared. Oz climbed from the van and stalked up the stairs. He paused just outside the door. There was something wrong. Wes was hurt. He could smell it. Without another thought, Oz slammed his foot into the door, kicking it open and ran inside. 

 

Wes all but leapt from his couch in fright. He was instantly relieved to see it was his Oz. But then guilt kicked in.  Oz shouldn't be here. He needed to get him to leave. He tried to speak, but nothing more than a gasp passed his lips and his hand moved to his throat as if to stop the pain.

 

Oz realized immediately that, although Wes was hurt, his life wasn't in danger. He took a deep breath, calming himself from the terror of thinking he had lost Wes. He heard the gasp from Wes and watched as his hand moved to his throat. Oz moved over to him, pulling Wes' hand away and then pulling at the bandages. When the wound was finally revealed, Oz growled low in his throat. He knew exactly what that was. Someone had tried to kill Wes by slitting his throat. And that person was going to die a slow and painful death. His voice was very low and dangerous when he spoke. "Tell me who did this."

 

Wes shook his head slowly. He longed to be wrapped in Oz’s arms, but he no longer deserved the love of his wolf. “I…. Oz it doesn’t matter now. It’s been sorted.”

 

Oz growled again and felt his teeth start to elongate. "You will tell me who did this to you." He didn't wait for Wesley's answer. He knew he would get the truth from him sooner or later. For the moment, he was more concerned with the red line crossing Wesley's throat. The line that had almost taken Wesley from him. Oz eased his nose into Wesley's neck, raising slightly up on his toes so he could reach the other man. He smelled the wound carefully, making sure there was no infection before dragging his tongue across it.

 

Wes hissed in pain and flinched, but didn’t move away, he knew better than to do that when Oz’s wolf was so close to the surface. “Honestly Oz, I’m alright now. Basically it was self inflicted. I… I just need to be alone.” Despair washed over Wesley as he whispered huskily, trying his best to speak.

 

Oz growled and continued his exploration of the wound. Once he was satisfied that he had done all he could to aid in its healing, he pulled back and looked at Wes. His eyes glowed with a feral heat in the darkened room. "Alone? I don't think so." Oz pulled Wes close to him and felt his wolf growl in contentment. "You're my mate, Wes. My pack. You're never alone."

 

Wes struggled with himself. He really shouldn’t let Oz comfort him, but it was just so nice. He tried to hold himself stiff, but his body betrayed him and responded to his lover, his mate. He sighed. Oz would dump him as soon as he told him. “I betrayed Angel. I deserve to be alone”

 

Oz pulled back quickly and looked at Wes. He thought back over the words his mate had just spoken. Wesley would never betray Angel. Something else must have happened. Something to do with that prophecy that Wes was obsessed over for the past few months. "Tell me, Wes."

 

Wes nodded, best to get it over with, then he could be alone. “I deciphered the prophecy. It said the father would kill the son. I couldn’t let Angel do that. So I took Connor away.” Wes took a deep breath and told Oz the rest, halting now and then when his voice failed.

 

Oz stared at Wesley, disbelieving. Wesley did what he thought was right, tried to save Angel from killing his own son and the bastard tried to smother him when he was lying in a hospital bed. Angel was going to pay. Oz would see to that. But for now, Wesley needed him and he intended to make sure Wesley understood that as far as he was concerned, Wes had done the right thing. He waited until Wesley looked into his eyes, searching for a damnation he would never find. "Bedroom, Wesley. Now."

 

Wes knew not to disobey his beloved wolf, but deep down he knew he didn’t deserve Oz. This was just going to make losing Oz harder. Wes swallowed painfully, but headed for the bedroom with tears running down his face.

 

Oz could smell the tears and he knew what Wes was thinking. He wasn't going to let Wes go though. No matter what. They moved into the bedroom and Oz watched as Wes stopped by the bed. "Strip." Wes looked at him, somehow seeming to be surprised that Oz would still want him.

 

Wes couldn’t help the tears that fell, more just seemed to appear as he tried to stop them. Wes never took his eyes off Oz as he slid off his pyjama bottoms and the baggy t-shirt he was wearing, leaving him naked and feeling awkward.

 

Oz didn't give Wes time to think.  "On the bed." Wes hurried to obey. Oz picked up one foot and sucked Wesley's big toe in his mouth. He dragged his tongue around it before releasing it with a little pop. "I want every part of you." Then he sucked the next toe in, never taking his eyes from Wesley's.

 

Wes felt like he was falling apart all over again. It had been so hard to come home and not just run away. Being too ill to run had forced his hand. “Oz, please don’t do this.”

 

Oz growled and continued licking and sucking at Wesley's foot. He placed the first gently down before picking up the other. "Are you still mine, Wes?" Oz asked the words as a challenge, knowing full well that Wes would always be his.

 

Wes nodded his head, in a daze. As long as he lived he would always belong to Oz, even if he never saw him again, he would still be Oz’s mate. “Always.” He whispered.

 

Oz sucked on Wesley's other toe, watching as his mate became more and more aroused by the sensation. "Would you love me less if I screwed up? If I made a mistake?"

 

Wes shook his head. “You my love would not be so irresponsible to do what I have done. However I would love you, whatever your fault was.”

 

"Right. Wes, you could have just said no." Oz smiled and crawled his way up Wesley's body, impatient to touch more. "I love you, mistakes and all, Wes." And then he pressed his lips to Wesley's, devouring those lips he'd missed for so long.

 

Wesley surrendered to the kiss, his arms going around Oz’s shoulders naturally. He almost smiled, Oz was always pointing out how Wes could use less words. Oz made talking little an art form. “I love you too.”

 

Oz made a little growling noise. Every time he heard Wes say the words his wolf stirred and demanded to be noticed. Oz settled himself between Wesley's legs, realizing too late that he was still fully clothed. He growled again before pulling back from Wes and pulling off his shirt.

 

Wes couldn’t take his eyes from Oz.   He loved it when Oz took charge. He watched hungrily as Oz stripped himself. “My beautiful wolf.” His voice was hardly audible, even harder to speak now his heart was in his mouth. He had missed Oz so much, their separation, though unavoidable, was painful.

 

Oz was finally naked and pressed his body against Wesley's larger form. The wolf in him loved Wesley's lanky form, his long legs and long torso. Oz ran his tongue over Wesley's lips before diving in again while his hands explored every inch of the flesh below him.

 

Wes made a strange groaning sound, his vocal chords unable to make the sound right while still not healed fully. Wes wrapped the smaller wiry body up with his arms and legs, holding his lover as close as he could. Wesley’s body was hard and aching. He’d always been like this with Oz, their passion never dimming, it just seemed to get more powerful. “Ohhh Oz…. I ..” Wes settled for kissing Oz to show how he felt instead.

 

Oz responded by grabbing Wesley's legs and settling them on his shoulders. He fumbled in the bedside table for the lube he knew Wesley kept there. While Wesley continued to lead the kiss, Oz slicked up his cock and slid his fingers inside the clenching hole.

 

Wesley’s body eagerly welcomed Oz’s questing fingers and he relaxed his tight muscles. He began breathing heavier as his arousal grew. “Need you in me now Oz”

 

Oz slid his fingers out of Wesley and put his cock in their place. He grabbed Wesley's hands, lacing their fingers together, before giving one hard thrust and sliding all the way into Wesley's waiting body.

 

Wes arched up into Oz. “Yes, oh Gods I have missed you my love.” More tears filled his eyes, he felt stupid and emotional, ashamed for Oz to see him this way. He needed Oz so much. His fingers gripped Oz’s hands tightly, as if Oz was all that held him to reality.

 

Oz didn't speak, didn't need the words to show Wesley how he felt. He continued to thrust into Wesley, angling himself the way he knew Wesley liked it the most and plunging deeper and deeper into him, watching his eyes the entire time.

 

Wes lost himself completely. He began and ended with Oz. His body moved in time with Oz, his breath came in short gasps. Wes knew without a doubt Oz loved him, and would never let him go. His whole body tingled with desire as Oz worked his magic. Wes had never thought he would let someone dominate him so forcefully, but with his wolf it was easy, he wouldn’t want it any other way.

 

Oz was waiting for the moment when Wes surrendered to him and it finally came. When his mate finally let himself go, Oz picked up the pace, driving deeper and faster as he listened to Wesley's breath quickening beneath him.  

 

Wes began to tremble all over, the need to come so strong and urgent. Oz had this knack of hitting his prostate just right, and he knew it. So far his cock was untouched, just the feeling of his beloved wolf being deep inside him was enough to send him hurtling to the edge. "OOOOZZZZ" he gasped out, warning his lover he was too close to hold on much longer.

 

Oz felt his wolf screaming inside him, begging for it's own release and he quickened his pace and changed his angle just slightly so that he could hammer Wesley's prostate with every stroke. He felt his own balls tightening up and he held back his own release, wanting to come with Wesley.

 

Wes’s body stiffened and his muscles clamped down tightly around Oz.   He wanted to scream but couldn’t, he couldn’t even throw back his head as his cock began to spurt copious amounts of hot cum all over Oz’s belly and chest. It had been a while since Wes had come as he never pleasured himself without Oz’s permission.

 

When Oz felt Wesley's orgasm start, he let his own lose and his seed filled Wesley's hole. He clenched Wesley's hands in his own as the tremors continued to rush through him. When they were both completely empty, Oz slowly withdrew his softening cock and settled on top of Wes. He kissed him again before sliding off to the side and pulling Wesley's body into his own.

 

Wes snuggled close, still breathing heavily. He looked at their still linked fingers for a while. He adored Oz’s hands. He gently lifted them to his mouth and kissed each finger in turn. “I’m so sorry I let you down.”

 

"You didn't." Oz lifted their joined hands and stared at them, admiring how Wesley's long thin fingers meshed with his short slim ones. They both had calluses, Oz from his guitar and Wesley from his constant scribbling. They were both dedicated to what they loved. It was one of the things that drew him to Wesley in the first place. "Wes, you did the research and did what you thought was right. I love that about you. I love you, Wes."

 

Wes wriggled around to look into his lover's eyes. "I betrayed Angel's trust, and I never told the others what I was doing. They will never forgive me, not that I deserve or want them to forgive me. If I stay here, I'm a dead man." Wes snuggled closer to Oz, sighing heavily. "I know you love me, that's why it hurts so much."

 

Oz let Wesley snuggle into him, not replying to his statement right away. Wes didn't need to know that he wouldn't have anything to worry about come morning. "You're going to be fine, Wes. Angel will come around. Give him time."

 

Wes wasn't sure Angel would ever come around, losing you son was not something easily forgiven. The guilt he felt for being the cause of Connors abduction would never leave him. "I don't think I want him to come round, ever." He just wished Angel had managed to do what he'd started. If Wes was dead, he wouldn't feel so awful. He'd even hurt Lorne, on purpose. Wes was a failure; Oz would be better off without him. He sighed, knowing he'd seriously screwed up, and despite what Oz said, he had let down his beloved wolf. He was just so tired, and the drugs he'd taken after changing the dressing were kicking in, he could hardly keep his eyes open. "I'm so bloody tired Oz."

 

Oz ran his fingers through Wesley's hair. "Don't worry, Wes. I'm here now. Just rest."

Wes leaned back into Oz's fingers, enjoying the sensation. "It's the painkillers, they knock me out. Sorry, love." He yawned and was soon sleeping soundly, holding tightly onto Oz's hand.

 

Oz continued to lay with Wes, holding his hand and running his fingers gently through his hair. He waited until nearly dawn before he slipped from Wesley's side and pulled on his clothes. With a quick look over his shoulder to insure that Wes was still sleeping soundly, Oz left the apartment and headed out into the predawn. He approached Angel's hotel silently, climbing a fire escape and slipping into a window undetected. Being a wolf had its advantages and stealth was one of them. He approached the room where he remembered Angel slept and crept silently inside. His wolf whined and Oz felt his claws lengthen. In a flash he was across the room and swiping his dagger like nails across Angel's neck. The vampire's eyes flew open as he felt the attack.

 

Oz stepped to the side and watched Angel struggle for a moment. Then he knelt down close to the vampire. "I wanted to take your head off and leave nothing but dust. But according to Wes, the world needs its hero. So I thought I'd give you a dose of what he's feeling now. Of course you know this since you tried to suffocate him while he was lying in that bad with his throat slit. It's too bad I can't suffocate you, too. But strangely, watching all the blood drip from your neck is making me feel much better. 

 

Oz started into Angel's eyes, letting the fire in him burn deeply into the vampire. "You ever lay a hand on what's mine again, and they'll find nothing but a pile of dust. Good night, Angel." Oz slipped from the hotel as silently as he'd entered and was back by Wesley's side before his mate woke up.

 

He settled in and closed his own eyes, knowing that he and his mate were safe for now. And he'd make sure they stayed that way

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