Title: Demons, Werewolves and Humans, Oh My
Author: jasonsnene
Pairing: Doyle/Oz/Xander
Rating: NC17
Warnings:
Summary: Doyle has a vision and rushes to Sunnydale to rescue Xander.
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rogue_slasher.Doyle’s head was still pounding after making the trip from Los Angeles to Sunnydale. He probably shouldn’t have driven immediately after the vision but he recognized the guy in the vision as one of the slayers friends and since Angel was off doing some Champion thing and Cordy was off doing some dating thing, it was left to him to take care of the saving this time.
Of course, it would help if he had a clue where he was going. He’d used valuable time to stop and get a map of Sunnydale, thinking to find the cemetery quickly. Who knew a town of this size would have so many fuckin cemeteries? Well, it was a Hellmouth and all but still, that many was hard for a guy with a poundin headache to manage.
Deciding to handle it the old fashioned way, Doyle closed his eyes and stabbed the map with his finger. There, it was sort of close to that cemetery so that’s the one he’d head to first. Not very scientific but the vision didn’t come any more specific than that.
All he knew was that guy that Cordelia used to date, that she now sort of hated with a purple passion but sort of still loved, was about to be attacked by a werewolf. And it wasn’t pretty.
Doyle grabbed his weapons and jumped out of Angel’s car, praying to the PTB that nothing happened to it or they’d have to find another seer cause there was no way he was heading back to L.A. with a damaged Angelmobile. He’d rather just end his worldly suffering now that have so put up with all the crap that would cause.
Nothing but tombstones in this one and Doyle paused, looked around, and shifted to demon form to see if he could sniff out anything remotely wolfy. At first there was nothing but then he heard something off to his right and somehow he just knew that he’d found them.
Doyle debated shifting back to human form, this was the home of the slayer after all and everyone knew she was a stake first ask questions later kind of gal, but then he heard growling and he abandoned his plan for running towards the sound in his stronger, demon form.
He saw Xander first and ran towards him as fast as he could and when he was close enough he called out to him, “Xander, GET DOWN!” Of course, being the typical human, he turned towards the sound instead of obeying the instructions.
Doyle saw the shadows moving behind him and raised his short sword high in the air. Xander dropped to the ground then, but not fast enough as a streak of shadow moved and covered the human faster than Doyle would have imagined possible.
The wolf was on him and Xander has crying out “oh, god, oh god, oh god” like he was broken and Doyle wanted nothing more than to distract the wolf from its prey. He stepped closer and the wolf raised its head and growled.
Xander’s words came faster and he’d added in the occasional “why me?” which would have made Doyle laugh under any other circumstances. He decided to try to comfort him, although he wasn’t really sure his words were going to be accurate. Werewolves were notoriously hard to kill.
“Xander, man, don’t worry. I’m going to get him off of you and then you just take off, yeah? Just get out of here as fast as you can.”
Xander slid one hand slowly out from under the wolf, sliding fur out of his eyes and looked up at the demon with the sword. “Huh?” He couldn’t really think of anything else to say.
“I’ll distract him, Xander, dammit. Focus. When he moves, run like hell. Oh, and will ya give Angel a call and tell him what’s happened?” The werewolf snarled again and funnily enough so did Xander.
“I’m not calling Deadboy and who the hell are you anyway?”
“Xander, can we talk about this after I save you from the werewolf who is currently sitting on your chest.”
Xander slid the fur away from his eyes again. “Oh him? He’s protecting me from you.”
Doyle was speechless for once in his life. Xander scratched at the wolf’s stomach and the wolf looked down at him before looking back at Doyle and growling again. “Come on, Oz. He’s obviously not trying to hurt me. Let me up and I’ll stay behind you, okay? Listen, uh, whoever you are who obviously knows Angel and I’m so sorry for that because he’s a real pain in the ass, would you mind backing up a bit so I can get up cause there’s no way he’s letting me up with you that close and sword in your hand and all?”
Still unable to speak but clearly able to see that Xander wasn’t terrified of the wolf, Doyle took several steps back and lowered the sword to his side. Xander started wiggling and the wolf finally moved enough to let him slide from under its body. Then Xander was standing and eyeing Doyle with more distrust than he’d seen in a long while and the wolf had sidled up him and damned if Xander wasn’t petting it.
“Uh, Xander, you know that’s a werewolf, right?”
Xander then looked at him like he was really stupid. “Well of course he’s a werewolf. Has been for several years now. Although he says he’s able to control it now but I’m beginning to wonder.” He glared down at the wolf in question who was, funnily enough, glaring back at him.
“So you know this wolf?” Doyle was still trying to process why the boy was so calm, known wolf or not.
“Yep, known him for years. Once we got over the whole me kissing his girlfriend thing which man I promised I was never going to bring up again and sorry Oz but it just slipped out but yeah once that was behind us we’ve been friends since. Although if you could not share that with anyone else that’d be great because there’s certain other people around who really don’t need to know that he’s hanging around still.”
Doyle just nodded, trying to make sure he’d understood whatever Xander had just said. This must be the infamous Xander babble he’d heard so much about. Relived that he finally understood what was going on, Doyle looked again at the wolf.
“Xander, hate to say this man, but I had a vision of you being attacked tonight, in this cemetery and well, I think we may want to get out of here.” Doyle watched Xander’s hands tighten in the wolf’s fur. Then the fur shifted and changed and a naked man was standing by Xander’s side, panting slightly, but together enough to glare at Doyle.
“Explain.” The wolf man’s voice was low and growly and Doyle shivered a bit.
“Uh, the name’s Doyle. I work for Angel up in L.A., yeah? And I have these visions from the PTB’s that tell me when someone’s in trouble and then Angel the champion goes off to save ‘em. It’s a good set up except tonight Angel was out on another case when the vision came and I recognized ole Xander here from some pics the Princess has about and came on down to try and help him.”
Xander and wolf man exchanged a glance. “Let’s get out of here, Oz. I don’t like the sounds of that.”
Oz nodded his agreement, still staring untrusting at the stranger. Then he paused and his body stilled, one arm holding onto Xander tightly. Looking back at Xander he growled, “Too late” before shifting back into wolf form and turning to growl at the shadows behind them.
Doyle lifted his sword and ran to Xander’s side. The wolf turned to snarl at him but he ignored it, preferring to focus his attention on whatever it was coming out of those woods towards them.
He didn’t have to wait though because Oz took off with a howl and leapt at the other form. The met in a tangle of teeth and fur and went rolling around on the ground. Doyle and Xander realized it was another wolf at about the time Doyle realized that it wasn’t the only one.
“Holy Hell, Xander. Get behind me.” Another wolf emerged from the shadows and leapt towards them. Doyle swung his sword and moved with the wolf, keeping himself between this new threat and Xander.
He felt Xander shift behind him and then they were back to back, fighting as yet another wolf came out of the darkness towards them. A pain filled howl, followed by a sickening crunch and thud came from the darkness and Doyle felt Xander tense, wanting to check on Oz. He hoped Xander knew enough not to be distracted. All the wolves circling them needed was one opening and they would attack.
The wolves pounced and Doyle fended them off as best as he could but it was one demon against two werewolves. The odds weren’t in his favor. He felt Xander take a hard hit behind him and begin to slump. Damn!
Just when he thought things were too far gone, a familiar bundle of fur came streaking across the cemetery towards them. His howl of rage distracted both wolves and Doyle used the opportunity to slide his sword into one of them and jerk it sharply to the side. The wolf crumpled to the ground.
Oz and the other wolf were battling but the smell of blood was sharp in the air and Doyle knew that Xander needed his help. He was slumped over onto the ground and a dark patch was forming under his head. Doyle gently slid him over onto his back and gasped at the deep claw wounds that went across his neck and down his chest.
His gasp seemed to alert Oz that something was seriously wrong and while Doyle tried to press against the wound to slow the bleeding, Oz stepped up his efforts to kill the remaining wolf. When the wolf he was fighting finally fell, Oz rushed to Xander’s side. After growling threateningly to Doyle for being too close, he leaned in and sniffed the wound. The howl of despair that followed sent chills down Doyle’s spine.
“Oz, man, we’ve got to get him some place safe. Like a hospital. He’s losing blood fast.” Doyle kept his hand tightly pressed against Xander’s bleeding neck even though Oz was sniffing and licking all around it.
A low growly voice answered his request. “Xander doesn’t like hospitals. He’ll be fine.”
Oz slid his arms under Xander and lifted. “I’m taking him home.”
Doyle kept his hand pressed to Xander’s neck and stood with Oz. “I’m coming with you.” Oz growled again but didn’t protest further as Doyle followed him through the cemetery. They got to a van and Oz tried to shift Xander so he could open the door. Doyle slid it open and Oz stepped inside.
Another growl when Oz realized he would have to let go of Xander to drive and Doyle shifted slightly and held his arm that wasn’t pressed to Xander’s neck out to offer to hold him. Oz whined but let go of Xander and shifted back into his fully human form. He slipped quickly into the clothes lying in the back of the van before climbing behind the wheel and starting the van.
They reached the apartment in record time, Doyle using his demon strength to keep hold of Xander during the wild ride. By the time they got him cleaned up, Doyle was exhausted. The aftereffects of the vision and the fight were catching up with him quickly.
Oz laid down beside Xander and Doyle started to leave. Oz growled. Doyle stopped. “Stay with us.” Doyle wasn’t expecting the wolf to want him to stay close but, to tell the truth, he wanted to stay and gladly settled on Xander’s other side. Moments later, he was asleep.
Xander woke up with warm bodies pressed to either side of him. He needed the warmth. He was cold and knew that whatever had happened last night had caused him to lose a lot of blood. He moved an arm and recognized Oz’s familiar shape on one side which meant that the demon guy, Doyle, must be behind him.
The thought of being between them sent most of Xander’s remaining blood rushing south. He snuggled closer to Oz and Doyle sleepily followed, curling up behind him. Doyle was obviously enjoying being close too, if the hard length pressed to Xander’s back was any indication.
Xander snuck a hand down and fondled Oz, waiting for his wolf’s eye’s to open. It didn’t take long for his skilled fingers to get a response. When Oz saw that he was awake and teasing, he groaned and rolled over, kissed Xander and proved just how happy he was to see him awake and well.
“Morning sunshine.” Oz smiled at Xander’s words and moved his lips down the tender neck. He licked and kissed over the wounds and Xander shivered in response. Oz reached between them and stroked Xander, bringing him fully hard before continuing his kissing trail down Xander’s body.
Xander rolled onto his back, bumping into Doyle but not really able to stop himself. He looked over at the demon in time to see his eyes drift open. Oz licked his hard shaft and Xander groaned and reached for Doyle. He figured the demon wouldn’t be here if Oz minded him joining in.
Doyle wasn’t quite sure what was going on; he was still groggy and half asleep. But he sure didn’t mind when Xander’s lips plastered themselves to his or when the man pulled him further over for better access. He quickly joined in and kissed Xander right back. By the time he was fully awake, he was fully aroused and wanting much more than a wake up kiss.
Oz seemed to agree. He reached over and rubbed Doyle’s hard length through his pants. His fingers fumbled at the button and zipper before freeing the shaft and sliding over to suck it in. Xander helped him get his shirt off and Doyle pulled away from Xander’s warm lips long enough to pull it over his head.
Oz was pulling his pants off. Doyle cooperated as much as he could but his brain was muddled from all the attention. He wasn’t used to this and didn’t know how much he needed it until he was here and surrounded by them. Oz and Xander, the human and the wolf. Add him to the mix and you had quite the combination.
Lips, tongues, teeth and hands explored until none of them could stand anymore. Doyle was the first to come and Oz sucked up his offering greedily before shifting up his body and offering Doyle a taste of himself. As they kissed, Xander slowly jerked himself off while watching.
Oz pulled away and looked over at Xander. They knelt over Doyle’s body and kissed, pulling on hard cocks until they exploded together, fluids flowing over their hands and dripping down onto Doyle’s body beneath them. They collapsed next to him, one on either side and Oz rubbed in their releases, marking Doyle with their scent and claiming him as one of their own.
Doyle curled into them and wished he could stay. But demons, werewolves and humans were not meant to be for him. He had a Champion to get back to and innocents to save.
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Threesomes = best invention ever
Also, love that combo, no one really puts those three boys together.
:)
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Glad you liked this combo. rogue_slasher is for "the other guys" of btvs so I tried to bring in a couple of the lesser used guys for fun. Love doing unique combos. And love love love Oz. :D
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I must convert you immediately. :D
Glad you liked it honey!!
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anything that has xan and oz together always gives me that special kind of feelings, and this time it was with a side dish of doyle!
Thanks for sharing!
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Glad you liked it hon!!
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LOL, loved this by the way
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loved it
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