Guardian Wolf, Continued.

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Title: The Guardian Wolf, Continued

Author: jasonsnene

Pairing: Spike/Oz

Rating: NC17

A/N:  This story is a continuation of my previous post for  takhen  found here:  Guardian Wolf.  Hope it's what you like...it certainly didn't go like I thought it would but I like how it turned out.

ETA:  On the advice of friends here at LJ, I have friend locked my fics due to content.  I'll be happy to friend anyone over age if you'd like to read.

 

 

Spike stared at the walls of his crypt, just like he’d been doing for the past hour. He wasn’t going to make it. After last month’s full moon craziness, Spike had promised himself he would stay in on this full moon.   Yep, stay in his crypt where no more stupid humans or sexy werewolves could get anywhere near him.

 

Well, he hadn’t planned on being kind of anxious about the night and has spent the previous one drinking every drop of booze he had and smoking every cigarette in the place. 

 

So now, he was trapped inside the crypt with no booze and no smokes. He wasn’t going to make it. Spike stepped to the door and peeked outside. It was still early. He could probably make a quick run to the store and be back before anything could happen.

 

Decide, Spike took off at a run. It may be early but he wasn’t going to take any chances. He made it to the store with no problems and stocked up on whisky and smokes. There, now he was set for the night, a nice calm night in his crypt where nothing could go wrong. 

 

Clutching his bag tightly, Spike took off at a run again. He was almost there when a low growl brought him screeching to a halt. Oh bollocks. So close. Spike turned and watched a wolf approach, its fangs showing and its hackles standing up. 

 

Perfect. Just bloody perfect. He couldn’t soddin well just go to the bloody store without some werewolf coming after him. Bloody full moons.

 

Spike stepped back warily, trying to position a gravestone between him and the wolf. It wasn’t much protection but it was something. The wolf countered and moved around to the side, keeping Spike within striking distance.

 

Just when Spike was trying to decide his next move, another growl sounded behind him. Spike whirled around in time to see a familiar red wolf shooting out of the night and to his side. 

 

The other wolf was not happy to have his prey claimed and moved to attack. It only took moments for the fight to be over. The red wolf turned to him, fangs dripping and growled. 

 

He stalked towards Spike and Spike realized with a start that the wolf was pissed. At him. He could fight, but if he did, Oz would get hurt. And he didn’t want to hurt his red wolf. 

So Spike did the only thing he could think of and lowered his eyes to the ground. He followed the motion by sinking to his knees and tilting his head to the side. Oz approached and sniffed at the neck before licking him there. Spike felt fangs sink into his coat and before he could protest the abuse to his duster, he felt himself being dragged back towards his crypt.

 

Holding tightly to his bag, hell, after this night, he was going to need the drink and smokes, Spike let himself be dragged submissively through the cemetery. They approached the door and with one well placed kick of his paw, Oz had the door open and continued to drag Spike inside.

 

The fangs retreated and the werewolf moved back to the door, swatting it closed with a sharp slap. Then he returned to the vampire lying on the floor and continued inspecting the body there.

 

Spike stilled himself and let Oz sniff and nuzzle his way up his body. The wolf stopped at his crotch and gave a long sniff before licking the hardening length hidden there. Oz moved upward, nudging Spike’s t-shirt up and rubbing his nose into the soft flesh. Spike shivered, trying to remain submissive.

 

When the wolf reached his neck again, Spike arched upward, showing more neck to the wolf. He felt the shimmer of magic and was suddenly covered by a furious looking Oz. He looked up into the face above him and was surprised by another growl. Spike quickly lowered his gaze again.

 

“Strip.” The snarled words startled Spike and he moved to obey without thinking, pulling his shirt over his head and moving his hands to the fastening of his tight jeans. He took a moment to look over Oz’s body and found the man incredibly aroused, his cock standing out from his body and already dripping. 

 

Spike moaned and wiggled his way out of his jeans. He couldn’t get them all the way off because Oz was still above him. Oz snarled and moved down his legs, jerking off his boots and tossing them across the crypt. Spike’s jeans soon followed. 

 

Oz returned to his position above Spike and grasped the vampire’s chin in his hand. “What the hell were you thinking? Didn’t you learn your lesson last month?” Oz’s voice was low and angry. 

 

Spike lay quietly, letting Oz keep control, hoping he wouldn’t piss him off and cause him to turn back into the pissed off wolf.

 

Oz lowered himself over Spike and crushed their erections together. “You are mine, now, Spike.” With his words, Oz lowered his mouth to Spike’s and kissed him ferociously. Spike opened to him, allowing him to possess his mouth.

 

Oz reached down and jerked Spike’s legs apart and settled himself between them. “Say it, Spike.”

 

Spike looked up at Oz, glorying in the power from the wolf man above him, and whispered, “Yours”.

 

Oz pressed his cock to Spike’s entrance and pushed inside. He was so big for such a small man, and Spike grunted in pain as his unprepared opening was speared by Oz’s flesh. 

 

Oz forced his way inside and settled on top of Spike. He pressed his lips to the bared neck below him and let Spike’s body adjust to his. Finally Spike shifted below him, moving his hips.  Oz pulled up and began sliding into the tight body below him.

 

Spike groaned as he felt Oz moving inside him and opened his legs further, pulling his knees up to his chest and holding himself as far open as he could. Oz used the new position to quicken his pace and pounded into the now stretched hole.

 

Spike whimpered and tried to thrust his hips upward, making the thrusts harder and faster. Oz complied and slammed in repeatedly, before grabbing Spike’s cock and jerking it hard and fast in his grip.

 

Spike arched up farther and shot his release over his own chest and stomach. Oz pulled out and stroked himself to completion, adding his fluids to the one’s already there. He lay down across Spike, smearing their release together, marking the vampire with his scent.

 

Finally, he pulled away and reached out a hand to Spike, helping him up. The vampire winced as his sore hole was shifted and Oz spun him around, looking for damage. Finding a few drops of blood there, Oz sunk to his knees and began to lave the hole with his long tongue.

 

Spike leaned over, hands gripping his ankles for support as he felt Oz’s tongue inside him, cleaning his body and licking away the blood there. Before his knees could buckle from the pleasure, Oz pulled away and turned Spike back around to face him.

 

Moving the vampire into his arms, he kissed his neck and left little marks there, further staking his claim on Spike. He pulled away and led Spike into the crypt towards the bed. He settled Spike first before climbing in behind him and spooning his body around the cooler one before him.

 

They both settled into sleep and Spike’s last thought before he drifted off was that maybe the curse of the full moon wasn’t so bad after all.

 

 

 

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