The Watcher and the Wolf

Title: The Watcher and the Wolf
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Wesley/Oz
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series. They are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy et al. I do not make money from the writing of this, it is purely entertainment. I do not mean any disrespect to the actors who have portrayed these characters. This fic contains explicit Male/Male relationships if you are adverse to this or are under the age of eighteen then please do not read. Thankyou to all the online writers who help keep the Buffyverse alive.
Summary: “I’m the monster who condemned him to this unconventional life.” Set within Season Three of Buffy, life takes an unusual turn for Oz and Wesley after a late night accident.
Series: Part one of Belonging, watch this space for Part Two ‘The Rocky Road to Belonging’ which is multi-chaptered
Beta: The remarkable Bubbysbub deserves heapings of praise for her fantastic beta-ing skills
Feedback: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I’ll get on my knees and beg for feedback both good and bad
Part: 1/1
Distribution: Ask and you will receive
Warnings: M/M sexual situation and mention of suicide. If this disturbs you then I urge you not to read.
A/N: A huge thanks to Fire Lily for coming up with the name.


The Watcher and the Wolf


Wesley’s POV

It’s two o’clock in the morning as I make my way back into Sunnydale High after patrolling with Miss Summers for the last couple of hours. That girl has a real attitude problem and no respect at all for her elders either. Except for Mr Giles, they all seem quite affectionate of him and doesn’t that rub. I always dreamed of being admired and respected by the active slayer. I was lucky enough to be chosen as watcher for two slayers but now I have one who’s killed a man and gone rogue, while the other one is rude, disrespectful, and doesn’t do a thing I say. Father is breathing down my neck as well but all I can do is continue to keep a stiff upper lip no matter how much it hurts. I let myself into the school, glad that Mr. Giles had his key duplicated. However, breaking in wouldn’t be that much trouble. For a school right on the Hellmouth, security is terribly lax.

I make my way towards the light of the library. Mr. Giles is in there watching over Oz in wolf form. Luckily I haven’t told the Council about Oz; they would insist that he needed to be put down. Oz in wolf form doesn’t disturb me nearly as much as when he is human. Looking at him stirs long quelled feelings. Ever since father caught me in a compromising situation with my lover and I received a belting of a lifetime, those feelings have been forcefully suppressed. I wonder what Steven is up to now? I step into the library and focus on Mr. Giles sitting at the table reading and drinking tea. I attempt not to glance at the werewolf throwing himself at the barrier. I suspect that I might as well attempt to stop the Titanic sinking as every fibre of my being is hyper aware of him, lurking behind those bars.

“Mr Giles, you wanted a word?” I ask haughtily. My apparent hubris is all I have left as a shield and so I cling to it desperately. I take satisfaction in the little jump from Mr Giles when I spoke, but he regains composure mini seconds later.

“Ahh, Wesley. Yes I did, but it could have waited til morning for a busy man of the Council such as yourself.” Looks like word has reached him of my probation. I didn’t think it would take long. A man of his standing and intelligence as well as likeability would definitely have friends that are still part of the inner circle of the Council. The door to the cage constantly banging is giving me a frightful headache and makes it hard to think. I turn to watch the wolf battering himself against the steel. That must hurt; I wonder what has him so incensed?

“Mr. Giles I hope that cage is…” I begin to say when Oz manages to break it down and barrels straight for me. I freeze; I don’t know what to do. At the Watchers academy they never taught us what to do when a werewolf is heading straight for you and you’re unarmed. He tackles me and we fall backwards, I have a face-full of fur and then I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder. Oh shit, he bit me, a werewolf bit me. I hear a rifle being fired and Oz slumps on top of me, unconscious. Instead of pushing him off me I lift my hand to my neck then bring it in front of my face. Blood! A werewolf has bitten me. And I thought my life could get no worse.

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Oz’s POV

I slowly wake up feeling groggy. They must have used a tranquilliser on me last night. Then I realise I can taste something coppery in my mouth. Oh no I bit someone. Putting on the clothes I took off last night I try to work out who it was I bit. Giles was watching over me last night so he is a possibility. However, if I were biting him he would not have been able to use the tranq gun, as you need to be arm’s length away from your opponent in order to fire it. It couldn’t be Buffy, there is no way she’d let me get that close. Thank goodness it won’t be Willow. When we found Willow and Xander kissing in Spike’s factory, I was almost relieved. My wolf was just too restless in her company. Her and Xander are an official couple now and they tend to steer clear of me when they can, attempting to spare my feelings. That is a classic example of closing the gate after the horse has already bolted. Cordelia doesn’t come around anymore since that incident, not that I blame her, so it couldn’t be her and it’s definitely not Angel. Who does this leave? Wesley! I did hear something about Giles needing to speak with him yesterday afternoon. Oh no, that complicates everything. I feel the urge to do something violent and manly. I slam my fist into the wire cage surrounding me. Oddly I feel a little better, now if only biting my crush was a dream.

“Ah Oz, you’re awake.” Giles lets his presence known and unlocks the door allowing me to leave.

“I bit Wesley.” I find short succinct sentences work so much better than babble. Giles predictably takes off his glasses and wipes them.

“Yes, yes you did.” He answers viewing me sadly. I don’t want his pity; Wesley deserves his pity more than me. I’m the monster who condemned him to this unconventional life. A part of me is happy that I am no longer the lone wolf. Werewolves, like true wolves, are pack creatures and despite trying to make the Scoobies into my pack it doesn’t work on a basic level. My cousins may be werewolves but my parents have cut contact with them after finding out my aunt and uncle didn’t warn me about Jordi’s biting, or telling me about werewolves after I was bitten. I think my parents are scared of werewolves as they are always away during the full moon, so I am the lone wolf but I am sick of it. I can put my feelings for Wesley aside in order to support the only other member of my pack.

“How’s he coping?” I ask while walking out of the cage for the last time this month and stretching my human muscles.

“Not well I’m afraid. I think he just needs some time. You need to get ready for class, don’t worry for now. We have a month til it becomes a problem.” I hope he is okay but I am probably not his favourite person right now. I will try and find him after class as we need to talk.

*****

Wesley’s POV

I look over the sea from Dead Man’s Bluff. It’s beautiful at this time of day when the sun is setting over the sea. I come up here when I need some time alone, nobody else comes along here. I found this place searching for a satanic temple that’s supposed to be around here somewhere. If it had been here at some point then there is no trace of it now. I can hear a lonely gull from further down the coast as I sit right on the edge of the cliff. Down below the waves smash against the hidden rocks. They probably won’t be able to find my body, which will mean that my family won’t be disgraced in the eyes of the Council. Father will be pleased he won’t have to worry about his disappointment of a son any longer. I idly pick up a stone and throw it over the edge, watching its descent. I wonder what it would be like to fly? I guess I’ll find out soon. I am a screw-up, a failure and it doesn’t matter what I do or where I go I just can’t seem to belong. And I’ve reached the end of my tether. I just can’t do it anymore. I’m so engrossed in my thoughts that I don’t hear him walk up but suddenly he is there, sitting down. He doesn’t say anything, which is good because there is nothing to say. We just sit there in companionable silence. I will jump after he leaves.

*****

Oz’s POV

I smile across as Wesley who is nervously picking at his food while we sit in the diner. Tonight is the night before the full moon and Wesley’s first time to change. This last month has been a tumultuous time for both of us. Neither of us mentioned what he was about to do when I found him on Dead Man’s Bluff that night. I am sure that he knows that I know, I have kept a big enough watch on him since then. Wesley doesn’t strike me as a rash man or one who would throw everything away because of one bump in the road. I hope my friendship has helped to negate his depression because that is what we are, friends. I don’t feel so lonely now and the feelings run further than simple friendship. I have a pack mate and tonight we will change together. The more time I spend around him, the more I want him, but I won’t make a move. I look up and incline my head; we need to get going to make it to the library before sundown. He smiles and hesitantly nods but follows me when I leave.

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Wesley’s POV

I feel his gaze on me again and I look shyly over at him. I feel like we are a pair of adolescents making moon-eyes at each other, and then I remember that a year ago he was an adolescent. Sometimes I forget it as he is so mature and wise occasionally counselling me. I want him, the part of me that I recognise as the beast is insistent about taking him, claiming him. Or maybe I want him to claim me, for me to be his. The age thing doesn’t matter between us, he is of age and I think we are alike in many ways apart from the obvious werewolf thing. I take a sip of my beer and turn back to the screen where we are watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show. We are sitting on the couch in the living room of my small apartment. Oz is showing me the merits of a pizza and beer night but I begged off the action movie part so we are watching this instead. I hear him hum along to the musical numbers and I find he possesses a pleasant voice.

Glancing over I watch him take a sip of beer and then his pink tongue flicks out to lick his top lip. I swallow the groan that comes unbidden to my lips. I don’t think I can ignore his magnetism for too much longer. I don’t even know if he likes guys. I suppose a truly straight homophobic guy wouldn’t like this movie so he probably wouldn’t freak out if I told him I was gay. However, that doesn’t tell me how he would react if I told him I was attracted to him. I could try for subtle but I’ve never been good at that. Usually, me being subtle involves using the old yawn and stretch technique.

Wait, I have an idea. I go fetch us both another beer, wincing when I don’t place it in a glass; he went crook at me for doing that before. When I come back I sit down so that our legs are touching. I sit back and pretend to watch the movie, waiting to see if he moves his leg. It feels nice pressed up against mine and for a while I concentrate on the movie.

It’s about half an hour later and he still hasn’t moved his leg or made a comment about it. I decide that its time to up the stakes a little bit. I grab my beer bottle, take a swig and then rest it on my leg with my hand innocently lying on his thigh. I feel his firm muscles flex under my touch but he doesn’t move. I glance at his face from underneath my lashes and he is smiling. Oz never shows emotion on his face. I wonder why he is smiling? I couldn’t dare to hope that it is because of my advances. Maybe it is because he is really enjoying the movie. Whatever it is I hope it happens more often because I like it when he smiles.

I can’t stop looking at him. His hair is red at the moment and it really suits him. I realise I’ve been staring at him but before I can look away he turns around and catches my eye. His gaze stares straight into me and I hold my breath as it seems that he can see into my very soul. I feel like this is the perfect moment to let him know how I feel and if I don’t tell him now the moment will pass forever. Without breaking his gaze I place my beer on the coffee table and then turn fully towards him. We are so close together and I cannot resist reaching my hand out and brushing his cheek with the back of it. He feels so smooth like an apricot. Acting far braver than I feel I lean in for our first kiss. I chastely kiss his lips and then pull back an inch waiting for the explosion.

Imagine my surprise when Oz murmurs, “Oh thank god,” before pouncing. The next thing I know is I’ve been pulled into the most amazing kiss I’ve ever had. His hand is in my hair while his thumb massages the back of my neck. He nibbles at my bottom lip and I can’t help but groan. Oh it feels so good and the werewolf part of me feels so too. It wants me to claim his mouth, claim him and for once I go along with it because if anyone will understand my almost bestial urges it’s Oz. That doesn’t mean I will let it have free reign, but I won’t stop this right now like I should in proper society. I slide around and pull him with me until he is on top of me straddling my legs. I can feel his erection pushing into mine but I ignore it, instead I run both my hands through his hair.

*****

Oz’s POV

Yes, yes, yes. This is better than when I learnt to play that fifth guitar cord. I’m so glad he has finally made a move, I was starting to despair. I drink up all his moans and whimpers revelling in the feeling of his hands running through my hair. He kisses me hesitantly but I like that, means he doesn’t have much experience, something my inner wolf really likes. I grind against him.

“Ozzzzz,” He moans and bucks up into me. He feels so good under those monotonous suits. I wonder what he looks like without them? I nibble down his neck while his hands explore my back and trace my spine. He doesn’t move below my waist and he doesn’t make an effort to touch my bare skin. Looks like I’m going to have to be aggressive and lead this. As I nibble on his collarbone I grab one of his hands and help him move it under my t-shirt.

“Ohh yeah,” I murmur against his skin, his head is tilted all the way back giving me access to his neck. His hands trace all my skin, feeling me, getting to know me.

“Ozzzzzzzzz,” he groans as both his hands hike my tee higher. They ghost across my stomach as I nip at his collarbone. I want him now but I’d better make sure he’s okay with that.

“If you don’t want to go all the way tonight we are going to have to stop now” I manage to grind out, I hope he doesn’t want to stop I can’t even control my hips thrusting against his hardness.

“Stopping,” he murmurs, “no, no stopping, I want you, need you, all of me needs this, please, don’t stop.” I can’t help but smile into his shoulder as I unbutton the top button of his shirt revealing pale skin and a smattering of hair.

“No babe, not gonna stop, needed you for so long.” I grind out before lapping at his newly revealed skin. He arches up almost pushing me off me, hands floundering.

“Mmmm, babe? Like that, what about you sweet? What can I do?” I smile and whisper in his ear.

“Touch me, I want to feel you, all of you,” his full body shiver turns me on even more and I quicken my unbuttoning wanting to see him fully as we’ve always been shy of each others bodies when turning in and out of wolf form. He pushes my top up and I get the idea he is impatient, so I quickly raise my arms over my head and he strips it off. He gazes with such intensity at my naked chest and I feel slightly embarrassed, though I’ve never been the blushing virgin. It just seems so different with him somehow. After an age he leans forward and immediately takes in a hard nipple, sucking it expertly. Okay so he has done this before. I buck up into him and pull his head closer to my chest, encouraging him. The soft little sounds that spill out while he sucks me are just hot, I’m glad he is enjoying this too. It is rather evident that I am, what with the bucking like I’m on a live wire.

“Sooo goood,” I murmur, he lifts his head and licks his lips eagerly.

*****

Wesley’s POV

Lust-darkened eyes gaze down at me and I feel my breath hitch in my throat. I’ve been trying to work out who will bottom for a while now and I decide to ask him.

“Who, Who…who will,” I stutter out, could I be any more awkward? I thought I had gotten over that when I gained the wolf.

“What is it babe? You can tell me anything,” he whispers back while smoothing me with his hands, mapping circles on my bare back. When did I lose my shirt? I wonder, I didn’t notice that.

“Who’s going to bottom?” I ask demandingly, trying to cover up my awkwardness and insecurity. I’m twenty-five for god’s sake; I shouldn’t be acting like I’m fifteen. He looks at me searchingly before answering.

“I was wondering about that too. Neither of us are natural alpha’s but my wolf is urging me to find an alpha to claim me and I bet yours is too.” I just nod at that, relieved that he realised the root of the problem.

“I don’t want you to submit to me as your wolf is probably demanding as I bit you but I can’t submit to you either, my wolf won’t allow it, your too new to wolf. Maybe if we try being equal, both giving and receiving it might work.” As he talks he starts thrusting against me again and I find it hard to concentrate on his words. His hands grab my shoulders as he speaks again.

“So, you ever done this before babe?” he asks, attempting to be cool though I can tell he’s not.

“Yes,” I reply massaging his firm bum cheeks, “but it’s been quite a while.” I admit, unable to stop the images of Steven and my father’s wrath afterwards. My head drops down as I feel ashamed that I could never stick up to my father. I haven’t been returning his phone calls for a month and I’ve been expecting him to turn up here to berate me.

“Wes,” he calls as his hand gently lifts my chin. He smiles at me but doesn’t question my sudden change in mood. “Its only been a couple of months for me and as I don’t want to leave this comfy but cumbersome couch, I’ll ride your cock but later in a real bed I’ll take you, how does that sound?” My mouth seems to have suddenly gone dry from the images invoked and I find myself again unable to speak. Following the advice of the old adage ‘Actions speak louder than words’ I buck up into him and kiss his lips, quickly gaining entrance and mapping out his mouth. Soon he tears his mouth away and stands up I look at him in disappointment, why is he leaving? He gives a reassuring smile while unzipping and taking off his jeans and boxers. Oh he is absolutely gorgeous, all fine lines and muscle but not overbearingly so, he is sleek. I quickly pull off my own pants and catch his appreciative glance before he turns presenting me with an unparalleled view of his ass.

“Mmmmm,” I find myself groaning, imagining how he will feel.

“In a minute,” he laughs, “first I just need to…” he explains going through the pockets of his coat. “Aha, found them.” He shouts triumphantly showing the lube and condoms in his hand.

“You came prepared?”

“Yeah, I’m the regular boy scout,” he replies sauntering over and straddling my hips again. He nips at my lips before placing the lube in my hand.

“Get me ready, but hurry up, I need to feel you.” I have no reply to that and instead slick the lube on fingers before sliding up his crack. “Yeah more,” he encourages. I slide a finger past his resistance before searching for his prostrate which I promptly find; some things you never forget.

“Ohhh you’re so hot,” It doesn’t take long til I’m pistoning three fingers in and out of his ass while my tongue fights with his in a parody of my movements.

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Oz’s POV

“C’mon Wes, I’m more than ready, fuck me please.” Is all the encouragement he needs before he repositions me on top of him and thrusts in. I immediately take over and start to rise and lower myself on the hard pole inside me, not giving either of us time to adjust, he feels so good inside me reaching so deep.

“Shit, Oz, oh yeah, I could get used to this,” he mummers into my neck as I use his shoulders as leverage. A hot hand circle my hard erection and I only thrust into it twice before coming, the sensations becoming too much for me. He follows me under as I lay on top of him, riding his bucking body.

“Ozzzzz!!!”

“That was fantastic Wesley,” I murmur against his lips before taking them. I have a feeling this will work out great. I am no longer alone. I have a pack even if it consists of one. As he pulls me closer carding his fingers through my hair I reflect that whatever is in store for my future, I won’t be facing it alone.

THE END
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A/N: Please review if you like this rare pairing and keep watching this space for the second in this series The Rocky Road to Belonging