Guardian Wolf

[jasonsnene]

 

Title: Guardian Wolf

Author: Jasonsnene

Pairing: Spike/Oz

Rating: R

Warnings: Violence
Banner by:  kargrif

 

A/N: For takhen  who wanted some Spike/Oz….this didn't go where I thought it would but I hope you like it anyway.

 

 

 

Spike crawled his way out of the sewer and nearly collapsed in the middle of the road. His body was bruised and bloody and any movement caused pain to shoot through his injuries. 

 

The night started out with his usual high spirits. He went to the bar, hustled a few college guys at pool and headed out to get some smokes and a bottle of whisky. Should have been the perfect Saturday night.

 

He should have known that the full moon would curse him. As he left the bar, the college guys followed. They started their usual testosterone induced running off at the mouth and Spike, being the big mouth that he was, smarted off right back.

 

Big mistake when you’ve got a chip in your head that keeps you from defending yourself.

 

So now, not only was Spike beaten black and blue, but he was beaten by a couple of stupid frat boys out for a Saturday night. It was absurd. They should have been his midnight snack.

 

Instead he found himself hobbling out of the street. His night didn’t improve when a car came speeding around the corner and nearly ran him down. And he apparently hadn’t learned his lesson because he turned and gave the passing car his favorite two fingered salute. 

 

The car squealed its brakes and slid to a halt. It really wasn’t his night. He’d just flipped off the frat boys. Talk about bad karma. He was truly cursed. 

 

He was close enough to the cemetery that he thought he could lose them. Spike took off at a run, but he was slowed down by his injuries and couldn’t out run the jocks in his condition. 

 

This time they were ready for a little more action and while some were punching and kicking him, others were pulling at his cloths. He tried to fight, but the first punch caused the chip to flare and the excruciating pain shot through his skull and crippled him.

 

It should have been all over but the bloody parts. Spike’s eyes were swollen shut and he could feel his legs being jerked apart when suddenly the frat boys froze. He collapsed on the ground.

Spike didn’t have to wonder for long what stole their attention as a fierce growl pierced through the night. He could hear the frat boys backing up as the growling got closer to him and eventually he heard the sound of them running away.

 

Perfect. Not only was he beaten and nearly raped by a bunch of bloody humans, but now he was going to be a snack of his own to a werewolf.

 

He tried to pull himself into a ball to protect all the important bits but everything hurt and eventually he just stilled. Maybe being eaten wouldn’t be so bad after all.

 

The wolf approached and sniffed at him for a moment and suddenly Spike felt warm hands against his back, rolling him over. He looked into the face of that boy, Red’s former flame, what was his name? But his mind wasn’t working as it was so busy responding to the pain. 

 

Oz. That was his name. Spike figured he’d heard a lot of Dorothy jokes in his day and stifled a chuckle. Oi. It hurt worse to laugh. Oz was speaking to him but he couldn’t make out the words. 

 

He just shook his head and tried to look confused. Not that Oz would be able to tell how he looked if his face looked as bad as it felt. Spike was surprised when he was scooped up and carried out of the cemetery. 

 

Oz was really strong. Spike’s brain made the connection about the same time he realized that he was cradled against a naked chest. A naked warm male chest. It was hard not to be content in this position. After all, Peaches had always cuddled him close after beating him bloody.

 

It wasn’t the same though as Oz was so much smaller than Angel. He was wiry and muscular where Angel was broad and firm. Spike realized he liked it. A lot.

 

Oz carried him to a van and maneuvered the doors open without jostling Spike around too much. He settled Spike onto an air mattress in the back. Spike tried to look around but his eyes weren’t cooperating and he slid them shut again.

 

Spike could feel Oz pulling at his remaining cloths and he tried not to flinch. But everything was torn and bloody and he knew Oz was a white hat. White hats didn’t hurt anyone did they? Well, except vampires and he was a vampire and…

 

Spike stopped his thoughts. If Oz wanted to hurt him he had plenty of opportunity earlier. But he was just cleaning Spike up, wiping away the blood from his wounds. Spike tried not to groan but couldn’t help it as he was moved.

 

His eyes tried to flicker open again when he smelled blood. Oz’s blood. What the hell? And then a bloody wrist was pushed to his mouth and Spike’s instincts took over and he clamped down. 

Werewolf blood was so potent. Spike could feel it coursing through his body. He imagined his wounds healing as he drank, healed by the powerful gift Oz was giving him.

 

He opened his eyes again, as far as they would open and saw Oz looking back at him. It was dark in the van, and Spike wondered what color his eyes were. He eventually pulled away from the wrist, sated for the moment.

 

Spike felt Oz stretch out beside him on the mattress. He wondered briefly if he had taken too much blood but knew he was careful. If he was hurting Oz the chip would have fired and it hadn’t. 

 

He reached out his hand and felt around for Oz. Feeling skin, he grasped it and was holding Oz by the arm. Oz slid his hand up and clasped their hands together. It was the last thing Spike remembered.

 

He woke up back in his crypt and could smell the werewolf’s scent around him. But Oz wasn’t there. Spike was alone in his bed and nearly healed. He glanced down. Still naked though. And he smirked and hoped that he would get the chance to return the favor one day.