, who wanted Angel/Oz a long time ago and I had yet to deliver.
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Oz ran through the woods as quickly as he could in wolf form. It wasn’t often that he received a frantic call for help, so when he did, he responded like the white hat he still considered himself to be.
Xander had called to say that Willow was in danger. They weren’t able to locate her using the traditional methods and had even tried a locator spell. Nothing worked. Xander hoped that Oz’s sensitive nose would lead him to her.
He’d picked up her scent in town and had followed it out into the woods. Oz wasn’t sensing any danger yet but he was still being cautious, letting his wolf lead the way and using its prowess to detect anything out of the ordinary.
Hearing chanting up ahead, Oz slowed and crept up to the clearing. Willow was there, with several other witches, and they appeared to be performing a ceremony. Sky clad. Oz looked away even though the wolf in him leapt at the sight.
Suddenly, he heard another sound and Oz started towards it, certain that this was the danger Xander had learned of. It was a vampire and as Oz closed in, he realized it was Angel. Not wanting to spook the vampire and risk an attack, Oz shifted back to his human form and whispered Angel’s name.
Angel turned towards the sound, surprised to see a naked Oz standing in the woods not twenty feet from a group of equally naked witches. Angel eyed Oz curiously and they moved closer together, teaming up against whatever force had brought them both here.
“Oz, what are you doing here?” Angel kept his voice low and without his enhanced hearing, Oz would never have made out the words.
“Xander called. Said there was some sort of danger and they couldn’t find Willow. What about you?”
“Cordy had a vision. I came right away.”
They turned back towards the clearing, hearing the chanting rise in both volume and intensity. Suddenly, there was a pulse of yellow light and both Angel and Oz fell back onto the ground, stunned.
Oz came to and found Angel curled over his body. He started to push him away but at the first touch, he was hit with a wave of lust so powerful that he couldn’t deny it. He could see the answering heat in Angel’s eyes and their lips met in a ferocious, hold-nothing-back kiss.
Angel rolled on top of Oz, forcing his legs apart, and Oz spread them eagerly as the solid weight of the vampire surrounded him. Letting his hands shift to claws, Oz tore at Angel’s clothing, needing to feel Angel’s skin against him.
It seemed to take forever, but couldn’t have taken more than a minute for Oz’s claws to do their work. Then they were pressed skin to skin. Angel continued to feed hungrily from Oz’s lips, meeting the thrusts of Oz’s tongue with his own.
His fingers trailed between Oz’s legs, reaching for the hidden prize he wanted so badly. Angel growled when he touched the dry entrance, knowing that he couldn’t have Oz the way he wanted unless he was slick enough for the invasion.
Knowing he didn’t have slick on him, and remembering that Oz had arrived nude from his transformation, Angel decided to have a taste of Oz’s other end. He lifted Oz’s legs, pushing them back so his knees were at his shoulders.
Angel lowered his mouth slowly, lapping at Oz’s entrance and watching it flutter and contract at his touch. Then he hungrily mouthed him, using his tongue to slip inside, coating Oz with as much saliva as he could produce. Again and again, he pushed his tongue into Oz’s body, feeling the tightness ease and the way grow slick.
Moving his mouth to the side, Angel nibbled on Oz’s thigh while his fingers tested his work. One slipped in and Oz groaned and arched against him. The second was tighter and didn’t go in as easily. Angel grinned and slipped his fingers back out and returned his tongue to its new favorite position.
Lapping and sucking his way again, Angel felt Oz’s hands reach for his head, pushing his face deeper, allowing his tongue to go further. He jabbed his tongue through and knew in a moment that he’d found the spot he hoped to hammer into later. Oz howled out his pleasure and his hole spasmed around Angel.
Another quick finger test and Angel was pulling Oz’s legs over his shoulders and lining his cock up to Oz’s hole. One push and he was fully sheathed, the heat of Oz’s body seeping into him through his erection.
Oz squeezed his muscles around him and Angel pulled back before slamming his way forward again. Oz started chanting, “Yes, yes, harder,” and Angel complied, giving the little wolf everything he had.
It wasn’t long before Oz was arching against him, screaming out Angel’s name as he came. His whole body tightened in his pleasure and Angel continued thrusting until Oz started to relax. It wasn’t long before he came, shooting his release deep into Oz’s body, marking him as his own.
Angel collapsed to the side, slipping free of Oz’s body and Oz curled up to his side, a little grumbling growl of satisfaction on his lips. It was then that Angel realized they were being watched, a coven of nude witches standing around, obviously aroused by the display.
Willow was being supported by two others, and Angel couldn’t help but smile at the envy on her face. “Yes,” he thought, “Look what you gave up, witch. He’s mine now.”
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purpledodah, who wanted Angel/Oz a long time ago and I had yet to deliver. So here's the first of two kinky Oz fics for my favorite purple one. :D.