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Reunion
Title: Reunion
Author: woman_of_
Pairing: Spike/Oz
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1,179
Disclaimer: Joss is still the boss. I am still just playing in the sandbox, cos he said we could, clever man.
Warning: M/M Relationship
Dedication: for the wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bluegreyglass who stepped in to give me the great beta, and Lilithangel aka lilithbint, for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
maleslashminis Oz round. Requested Un-chipped Spike, Hair dye, Music. NC-17
Setting: During Season 5 of AtS
Summary: After Spike become corporeal once again, he goes out to listen to some music and have a few drinks, and meets someone unexpected.
Spike pushed open the door to the bar, and smiled as he heard the music. It wasn’t really his taste, but it was live. After spending months as a ghost tied to Wolfram & Hart, he wanted to be surrounded by as much life as possible.
Spike moved to buy a drink, as he drank his JD, he turned round to watch the band. That was when he saw him. It was the boy who was involved with the red headed witch at High School, playing lead guitar. Wolf boy, who had gone away to learn to control the beast inside him. Spike drank down the shot and ordered a bottle, taking a table in front of the stage.
Oz was standing in for the usual guitarist in the band. Since leaving Sunnydale behind, he had been able to keep himself going as a substitute guitarist in bands, sometimes even getting to be back up for larger gigs.
The lights blinded him, but his senses told him he should be aware of something. A veteran from Sunnydale, he knew to heed his warnings. As the lights dimmed, his eyes became accustomed to the light. That was when he saw him Spike, sitting in front of the stage, watching him.
The band had finished their first set, and was moving off to get the beers they were given at half time. Oz took the beer, and moved to sit at the table beside Spike, a wary look in his eyes.
“So Spike, you’reback in L.A.?” Oz asked.
“Hey, good to see you, wolf-boy. How did the controlling the wolf gig go?” Spike retorted.
“I’m under control How did the chip go?”
“Oh, don’t have that any more,” Spike replied. As Oz took a step back, Spike smirked; it was good to know that some people remembered his Big Bad self. “Don’t get yourself all worked up, I got a soul. Fighting the good fight, White Hat type here.”
Oz looked sceptical, but didn’t give up his ground. Running a hand through his hair, which was at present dyed black, he had noticed the smirk. Spike was a good looking guy, and in his travels Oz had found out something about himself. While experimenting with sex, he had realised that he was attracted to men as well as women. He took a seat next to Spike and looked into his eyes.
Spike watched the reaction on the other man, and was pleasantly surprised to find him moving towards him. The wolf-boy was watching him intently, and Spike could feel an attraction. His own eyes dilated looking at the small, neat figure of the younger man.
Suddently from back stage, they heard a cry. The drummer ran out, his face contorted in horror. He ran towards Oz.
“Oz, we’re in trouble James thought he had a groupie ripe, and went into the ally with her.”
Oz shrugged, James, the lead singer, was known for not keeping it in his pants. He waited for Greg, the drummer, to tell him more.
“I went into the ally to tell him to hurry up. The woman was doing something to his neck, and when she looked up, her face was all ridged and I am sure her eyes were yellow.”
Both Spike and Oz jumped up, running to the ally. They found the singer on the ground. Oz checked him over he had a faint heartbeat, but the blood was still seeping from his neck. While Oz phoned for an ambulance Spike stood guard, stake in hand, in case the vampire came back. Spike and Oz searched for the vampire, but they were too late. It seemed she had took off.
Realising the band was finished for the night, the manager of the bar announced that it was a free mike night. Anyone from the bar could come up and sing. Oz took up his guitar as Spike moved to the mike. Spike told the band he would sing “Proud Mary”, and they smiled in response.
No one else offered to sing, leaving Spike to take over the vocals for the rest of the night. Oz looked happy with the arrangements. Spike had a good voice, and instead of the punk that Oz feared he would want to sing, Spike had put on a classic rock set.
Soon they were finished, and the band took the money, giving Spike a share. Oz led Spike to one side.
“We owe you, Spike I’ve got some beer back at my place. Want to come home with me and catch up on old times?”
Spike and Oz got into the van, loaded up with the sound systems and drums. The other members of the band had gone home, leaving them alone.
Oz gave Spike a speculative look. Spike smirked, already aware that the young guitarist was attracted to him.
“So, Spike I always meant to ask. How do you take care of your roots?”
Spike looked surprised, then grinned.
“At first Dru did all that, but now I just have my secrets.”
Oz shrugged, pulling up to some half-abandoned flats. They looked like they had seen better days, but Spike was not going to complain. This was a chance to be away from W&H for a while, and maybe the night could be interesting. He laid a hand on Oz’s shoulder. Oz didn’t flinch in fact leaned into the touch a little.
“What have you got planned for tonight, then?” Spike asked.
“Ready to see what happens. I can pretty much handle anything,” Oz responded, with a meaningful look.
Spike moved in to kiss the slighter man, moving his tongue past Oz’s lips as he felt him respond. Soon lips and tongue were engaged in a passionate embrace.
“Lets take this upstairs,” Spike implored.
Without a word, Oz led Spike to a second floor apartment. It was sparsely furnished, but the record collection had pride of place. Neither man took much notice of the rooms on their way to the bedroom.
Spike started to undress, Oz looked over, and followed his lead. They were naked, and both could see that the other was ready for them. Their cocks were erect, and stood proudly from their bodies.
Spike pounced on Oz, leaving him on the bed, looking up at him.
“Lube, in my bedside drawer,” Oz informed Spike.
Spike soon took the lube and had both Oz’s willing hole and his own penis prepared. Oz wrapped his legs round Spike’s waist as Spike pushed surely into Oz’s body. Finding his rhythm, Spike knew when he had stimulated Oz’s prostate. Oz moaned in satisfaction at the sensations through his body from the contact.
Spike sped up as he felt himself coming closer to climax. This was the type of sex he had longed for since becoming solid. Reaching down, Spike’s hand found Oz’s penis and started to pump it in time to his own thrusts. They both reached orgasm and fell stated on the bed.
Sleep soon overcame them. It may be a one-night-stand, but it was a satisfying one.
Author: woman_of_
Pairing: Spike/Oz
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1,179
Disclaimer: Joss is still the boss. I am still just playing in the sandbox, cos he said we could, clever man.
Warning: M/M Relationship
Dedication: for the wonderful
bluegreyglass who stepped in to give me the great beta, and Lilithangel aka lilithbint, for maleslashminis Oz round. Requested Un-chipped Spike, Hair dye, Music. NC-17 Setting: During Season 5 of AtS
Summary: After Spike become corporeal once again, he goes out to listen to some music and have a few drinks, and meets someone unexpected.
Spike pushed open the door to the bar, and smiled as he heard the music. It wasn’t really his taste, but it was live. After spending months as a ghost tied to Wolfram & Hart, he wanted to be surrounded by as much life as possible.
Spike moved to buy a drink, as he drank his JD, he turned round to watch the band. That was when he saw him. It was the boy who was involved with the red headed witch at High School, playing lead guitar. Wolf boy, who had gone away to learn to control the beast inside him. Spike drank down the shot and ordered a bottle, taking a table in front of the stage.
Oz was standing in for the usual guitarist in the band. Since leaving Sunnydale behind, he had been able to keep himself going as a substitute guitarist in bands, sometimes even getting to be back up for larger gigs.
The lights blinded him, but his senses told him he should be aware of something. A veteran from Sunnydale, he knew to heed his warnings. As the lights dimmed, his eyes became accustomed to the light. That was when he saw him Spike, sitting in front of the stage, watching him.
The band had finished their first set, and was moving off to get the beers they were given at half time. Oz took the beer, and moved to sit at the table beside Spike, a wary look in his eyes.
“So Spike, you’reback in L.A.?” Oz asked.
“Hey, good to see you, wolf-boy. How did the controlling the wolf gig go?” Spike retorted.
“I’m under control How did the chip go?”
“Oh, don’t have that any more,” Spike replied. As Oz took a step back, Spike smirked; it was good to know that some people remembered his Big Bad self. “Don’t get yourself all worked up, I got a soul. Fighting the good fight, White Hat type here.”
Oz looked sceptical, but didn’t give up his ground. Running a hand through his hair, which was at present dyed black, he had noticed the smirk. Spike was a good looking guy, and in his travels Oz had found out something about himself. While experimenting with sex, he had realised that he was attracted to men as well as women. He took a seat next to Spike and looked into his eyes.
Spike watched the reaction on the other man, and was pleasantly surprised to find him moving towards him. The wolf-boy was watching him intently, and Spike could feel an attraction. His own eyes dilated looking at the small, neat figure of the younger man.
Suddently from back stage, they heard a cry. The drummer ran out, his face contorted in horror. He ran towards Oz.
“Oz, we’re in trouble James thought he had a groupie ripe, and went into the ally with her.”
Oz shrugged, James, the lead singer, was known for not keeping it in his pants. He waited for Greg, the drummer, to tell him more.
“I went into the ally to tell him to hurry up. The woman was doing something to his neck, and when she looked up, her face was all ridged and I am sure her eyes were yellow.”
Both Spike and Oz jumped up, running to the ally. They found the singer on the ground. Oz checked him over he had a faint heartbeat, but the blood was still seeping from his neck. While Oz phoned for an ambulance Spike stood guard, stake in hand, in case the vampire came back. Spike and Oz searched for the vampire, but they were too late. It seemed she had took off.
Realising the band was finished for the night, the manager of the bar announced that it was a free mike night. Anyone from the bar could come up and sing. Oz took up his guitar as Spike moved to the mike. Spike told the band he would sing “Proud Mary”, and they smiled in response.
No one else offered to sing, leaving Spike to take over the vocals for the rest of the night. Oz looked happy with the arrangements. Spike had a good voice, and instead of the punk that Oz feared he would want to sing, Spike had put on a classic rock set.
Soon they were finished, and the band took the money, giving Spike a share. Oz led Spike to one side.
“We owe you, Spike I’ve got some beer back at my place. Want to come home with me and catch up on old times?”
Spike and Oz got into the van, loaded up with the sound systems and drums. The other members of the band had gone home, leaving them alone.
Oz gave Spike a speculative look. Spike smirked, already aware that the young guitarist was attracted to him.
“So, Spike I always meant to ask. How do you take care of your roots?”
Spike looked surprised, then grinned.
“At first Dru did all that, but now I just have my secrets.”
Oz shrugged, pulling up to some half-abandoned flats. They looked like they had seen better days, but Spike was not going to complain. This was a chance to be away from W&H for a while, and maybe the night could be interesting. He laid a hand on Oz’s shoulder. Oz didn’t flinch in fact leaned into the touch a little.
“What have you got planned for tonight, then?” Spike asked.
“Ready to see what happens. I can pretty much handle anything,” Oz responded, with a meaningful look.
Spike moved in to kiss the slighter man, moving his tongue past Oz’s lips as he felt him respond. Soon lips and tongue were engaged in a passionate embrace.
“Lets take this upstairs,” Spike implored.
Without a word, Oz led Spike to a second floor apartment. It was sparsely furnished, but the record collection had pride of place. Neither man took much notice of the rooms on their way to the bedroom.
Spike started to undress, Oz looked over, and followed his lead. They were naked, and both could see that the other was ready for them. Their cocks were erect, and stood proudly from their bodies.
Spike pounced on Oz, leaving him on the bed, looking up at him.
“Lube, in my bedside drawer,” Oz informed Spike.
Spike soon took the lube and had both Oz’s willing hole and his own penis prepared. Oz wrapped his legs round Spike’s waist as Spike pushed surely into Oz’s body. Finding his rhythm, Spike knew when he had stimulated Oz’s prostate. Oz moaned in satisfaction at the sensations through his body from the contact.
Spike sped up as he felt himself coming closer to climax. This was the type of sex he had longed for since becoming solid. Reaching down, Spike’s hand found Oz’s penis and started to pump it in time to his own thrusts. They both reached orgasm and fell stated on the bed.
Sleep soon overcame them. It may be a one-night-stand, but it was a satisfying one.