Angel/Oz ficathon
This is for j_crew_guy who requested 'shower sex, smut' and 'no angst'. I found it pretty much impossible to write Angel/Oz with no angst. So, this is an excerpt from an larger (unfinished) piece that has set up shop in my brain. The larger story is set post AtS season 5 and this scene is a flashback to season 1. (Update July 2009: full story never got written and never will at this point.) Takes place after the end of "In The Dark" when Oz dropped off the Gem of Amara. I'm tentatively calling it Singed, but that may very well change. ;)
Sorry it's so late in the day, I ended up being out of the house pretty much all day today. For the master list of stories or to sign up for other Oz fics, head on over to year_of_oz.
Enjoy.
Title: excerpt from Singed
Pairing: Angel/Oz
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Oz and Angel have sex in the bathroom
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, especially not these characters.
Thanks to silvertedy for her beta work. Unfortunately I had to finish this on my own, so any mistakes are my own damn fault for not finishing this earlier. ;)
After watching the sunset and destroying the ring, Angel returned to his apartment and found Oz leaning against the kitchen sink, apparently lost in thought. He thought he had left after the events at the pier. “Umm...Oz?”
“Hey.” Oz fidgeted, unsure how to react. But he met Angel's gaze, “I was wondering if I could crash here for a day or two?”
Angel just stood, face blank.
“Uh... except for my Sunnydale side trip, I haven't had a real roof over my head for awhile and ... well, I'm not sure where I'm heading.”
Angel nodded. “Sure. I... I don't have much space or a spare room, but--”
“Hey, couch is fine, man. I just need a couple days… a nice, hot shower.”
Angel nodded again, unsure what to say. “Speaking of showers... I’m just gonna...” he jerked his head in the direction Oz assumed was the bathroom. “Make yourself comfortable.” He turned away and pulled off his shirt as he stepped from the kitchen.
“You're a little singed.”
Angel froze. He heard Oz step up behind him just before he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. Angel was still and silent, his chest rising and falling without a sound.
A beast with the wings of an angel, Oz thought as his fingertips danced across Angel's back, tracing the gryphon inked into his flesh. How appropriate.
Angel's mind flooded with memories of his first night with Buffy. She had been so innocent then. She’d bandaged him in her kitchen not knowing who he was, what he was. Of course, Oz knew what Angel was. He wasn't exactly human himself, anymore. Nor was he innocent.
Angel felt himself leaning into Oz's touch as Oz leaned into him, resting his forehead between his shoulder blades, fingertips grazing his sides and coming to rest at his waist.
Angel closed his eyes and let Oz's warmth sink into his flesh. He'd missed this. They’d never been close, but suddenly an intense intimacy had begun simmering between them. The casual contact Angel had with Cordy and Doyle wasn't the same. He'd missed this.
Time suspended until Angel finally spoke. “Oz.”
“Hmm?” The soft sound vibrated against Angel's flesh.
“Shower.”
“Oh, right.” Oz lifted his head and stepped back before letting his hands fall from Angel's waist. “Sorry.”
Angel turned to look at him and Oz held his gaze. Shy and assertive. Angel began slowly moving back toward the bathroom. Oz followed him step for step. Angel turned away only when they had reached the bathroom. He moved to the shower, turning the dial until steam seeped beneath the door. When his eyes returned to Oz, the younger man was pulling off his t-shirt, his overshirt already on the floor.
“Are you sure?” Angel asked.
Oz simply nodded and stepped forward to softly kiss Angel before catching the other man's lip between his teeth. The wolf inside him reveled at the chance to play rough; Oz delighted in knowing he could let go, that there was no danger of hurting Angel, of infecting him. His hands went to the button on Angel's slacks as his gentle touches became firmer, guided by lust.
Oz wasn’t sure exactly what had made him first touch Angel, but he knew he wanted this. He needed this--needed to be free, to let his passion run wild. And he sensed that Angel needed to do the same.
As Oz pushed Angel's pants off his hips, Angel returned the favor, unzipping Oz's jeans and sliding them down his legs. Socks and underwear quickly followed. The two stumbled into the shower, mouths locked, tongues entwined.
Hands and mouths roamed across strong backs, arms, chests. Sucking and biting at throats, nipples, navels. Gripping hips and grinding cocks. Heat building in their guts, their groins.
Oz dropped to his knees, his lips parted, and he engulfed Angel deep in one fell swoop. Angel's head fell back as he gasped for unneeded breath. Oz sucked and teased the head of Angel's cock with tongue and teeth while squeezing his balls with one hand and stroking himself with the other.
The sensation of watching Oz fondle himself, the feel of his mouth and hands was too much for Angel. It had been so long since he’d been touched by anyone, he felt himself nearing the edge. “Oz,” he warned, teeth and fists clenched.
Oz pulled away and Angel groaned as he felt his release stopped by a sharp tug on his balls and a tight grip around the base of his cock. “Not yet. I want to feel you inside me.”
Angel pulled Oz up and captured his mouth with his own. He could taste traces of himself on Oz's lips. His hand dropped to stroke Oz and he started to drop down to return a little of the attention he’d just received.
Oz stopped him. “Now,” he panted as he opened the shower door and nudged Angel forward. Angel fell onto the bathroom floor, pulling Oz down on top of him.
They lay on the floor writhing against each other, hands and mouths exploring. Oz pulled back panting, “Need you.” He leaned in for another kiss and thrust against Angel. “Slick?”
“Medicine cabinet,” Angel jerked his head to indicate the cabinet above the sink.
“Were you expecting me?” he grinned as he rose to get the lube.
“Not exactly.”
Oz's eyebrow lifted. Lube in hand, he straddled Angel's thighs and slicked up two fingers to prepare himself.
If Angel could have blushed, he would have. He wasn't sure what embarrassed him more--the reason for the lube or lying on the floor watching Oz prepare himself to fuck him into the cold hard tile.
“Well?”
“Getswrminmicrwve,” Angel mumbled.
“Huh?” Being a werewolf had enhanced Oz's hearing, but Angel's mumble was indecipherable.
“It gets warm if you put it in the microwave.”
Oz grinned, knowing exactly where he was going, but wanting to make Angel say it. He could see the other man’s horror at the admission--and watching him squirm was making him even hotter. “Yeah? And then what?” he asked as he ran his slick fingers up and down Angel's shaft.
Angel sighed and rolled his eyes. “Then it feels better when I jerk off. Like someone else's hand for a change.”
Oz laughed and moved up to straddle Angel's hips. “Yeah? Well, you got me tonight,” he whimpered as he slowly lowered himself onto Angel's cock.
Once Angel was fully seated inside of him, Oz leaned over and pressed his lips to Angel's. He nipped and teased Angel's lower lip, tugging it between his teeth, as he began circling his hips, occasionally lifting and sliding back down. It was a slow, easy movement, intended to draw out their pleasure.
Angel tried to thrust up, but Oz pushed back and pinned him to the floor. Angel had forgotten how much strength the smaller man's frame could hide, that he wasn't a boy anymore, not even a man really. A werewolf, with physical strength that no doubt rivaled his own. He debated pushing back, flipping them over and taking control, uncertain what Oz wanted out of this. He had seemed so eager when pushing Angel out of the shower, but had since backed off, slowing them down, drawing things out.
Oz sensed Angel's confused frustration, his desire for more, and was tempted to give in. Instead he sat back and smiled, enjoying the teasing. He stopped moving, flexed his internal muscles, then ground down with his hips. Angel shuddered, then gasped when Oz lifted up and slammed back down onto him--fucking himself on Angel's body.
Oz moved faster and harder against Angel’s body as he leaned down and caught a nipple between his teeth. He pulled hard, causing Angel’s back to arch off the floor, before letting go and teasing it with his tongue.
When Oz had first touched him, Angel had wondered if this was his first time with another man. But after the blowjob in the shower and the way he played Angel's body, there was no doubt in his mind that Oz had done this before.
Angel could hear Oz's heart racing as he moved against him, thrusting and writhing, driving them both to the edge. He reached between them for Oz's cock and scraped his thumbnail across the tip. That was all Oz needed to set him off. He arched back, screaming, claws extending from his fingertips as he shot all over Angel's stomach. Angel gripped Oz's hips and thrust hard into his body twice more before joining him. He held Oz tightly as he came inside him then melted into the floor, more relaxed than he'd been in over a year.
Oz collapsed onto Angel's chest and the two lay quietly, catching their breath. “Sorry,” Oz mumbled. “About my hands.”
“Hey,” Angel turned Oz's face up to his and kissed him softly. “It's okay.”
Oz relaxed again, his head resting on Angel's shoulder. They were quiet for several minutes, before Angel finally broke the silence. “I think we might need another shower.” Oz smiled into Angel's neck and hummed his agreement.
Sorry it's so late in the day, I ended up being out of the house pretty much all day today. For the master list of stories or to sign up for other Oz fics, head on over to year_of_oz.
Enjoy.
Title: excerpt from Singed
Pairing: Angel/Oz
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Oz and Angel have sex in the bathroom
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, especially not these characters.
Thanks to silvertedy for her beta work. Unfortunately I had to finish this on my own, so any mistakes are my own damn fault for not finishing this earlier. ;)
After watching the sunset and destroying the ring, Angel returned to his apartment and found Oz leaning against the kitchen sink, apparently lost in thought. He thought he had left after the events at the pier. “Umm...Oz?”
“Hey.” Oz fidgeted, unsure how to react. But he met Angel's gaze, “I was wondering if I could crash here for a day or two?”
Angel just stood, face blank.
“Uh... except for my Sunnydale side trip, I haven't had a real roof over my head for awhile and ... well, I'm not sure where I'm heading.”
Angel nodded. “Sure. I... I don't have much space or a spare room, but--”
“Hey, couch is fine, man. I just need a couple days… a nice, hot shower.”
Angel nodded again, unsure what to say. “Speaking of showers... I’m just gonna...” he jerked his head in the direction Oz assumed was the bathroom. “Make yourself comfortable.” He turned away and pulled off his shirt as he stepped from the kitchen.
“You're a little singed.”
Angel froze. He heard Oz step up behind him just before he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. Angel was still and silent, his chest rising and falling without a sound.
A beast with the wings of an angel, Oz thought as his fingertips danced across Angel's back, tracing the gryphon inked into his flesh. How appropriate.
Angel's mind flooded with memories of his first night with Buffy. She had been so innocent then. She’d bandaged him in her kitchen not knowing who he was, what he was. Of course, Oz knew what Angel was. He wasn't exactly human himself, anymore. Nor was he innocent.
Angel felt himself leaning into Oz's touch as Oz leaned into him, resting his forehead between his shoulder blades, fingertips grazing his sides and coming to rest at his waist.
Angel closed his eyes and let Oz's warmth sink into his flesh. He'd missed this. They’d never been close, but suddenly an intense intimacy had begun simmering between them. The casual contact Angel had with Cordy and Doyle wasn't the same. He'd missed this.
Time suspended until Angel finally spoke. “Oz.”
“Hmm?” The soft sound vibrated against Angel's flesh.
“Shower.”
“Oh, right.” Oz lifted his head and stepped back before letting his hands fall from Angel's waist. “Sorry.”
Angel turned to look at him and Oz held his gaze. Shy and assertive. Angel began slowly moving back toward the bathroom. Oz followed him step for step. Angel turned away only when they had reached the bathroom. He moved to the shower, turning the dial until steam seeped beneath the door. When his eyes returned to Oz, the younger man was pulling off his t-shirt, his overshirt already on the floor.
“Are you sure?” Angel asked.
Oz simply nodded and stepped forward to softly kiss Angel before catching the other man's lip between his teeth. The wolf inside him reveled at the chance to play rough; Oz delighted in knowing he could let go, that there was no danger of hurting Angel, of infecting him. His hands went to the button on Angel's slacks as his gentle touches became firmer, guided by lust.
Oz wasn’t sure exactly what had made him first touch Angel, but he knew he wanted this. He needed this--needed to be free, to let his passion run wild. And he sensed that Angel needed to do the same.
As Oz pushed Angel's pants off his hips, Angel returned the favor, unzipping Oz's jeans and sliding them down his legs. Socks and underwear quickly followed. The two stumbled into the shower, mouths locked, tongues entwined.
Hands and mouths roamed across strong backs, arms, chests. Sucking and biting at throats, nipples, navels. Gripping hips and grinding cocks. Heat building in their guts, their groins.
Oz dropped to his knees, his lips parted, and he engulfed Angel deep in one fell swoop. Angel's head fell back as he gasped for unneeded breath. Oz sucked and teased the head of Angel's cock with tongue and teeth while squeezing his balls with one hand and stroking himself with the other.
The sensation of watching Oz fondle himself, the feel of his mouth and hands was too much for Angel. It had been so long since he’d been touched by anyone, he felt himself nearing the edge. “Oz,” he warned, teeth and fists clenched.
Oz pulled away and Angel groaned as he felt his release stopped by a sharp tug on his balls and a tight grip around the base of his cock. “Not yet. I want to feel you inside me.”
Angel pulled Oz up and captured his mouth with his own. He could taste traces of himself on Oz's lips. His hand dropped to stroke Oz and he started to drop down to return a little of the attention he’d just received.
Oz stopped him. “Now,” he panted as he opened the shower door and nudged Angel forward. Angel fell onto the bathroom floor, pulling Oz down on top of him.
They lay on the floor writhing against each other, hands and mouths exploring. Oz pulled back panting, “Need you.” He leaned in for another kiss and thrust against Angel. “Slick?”
“Medicine cabinet,” Angel jerked his head to indicate the cabinet above the sink.
“Were you expecting me?” he grinned as he rose to get the lube.
“Not exactly.”
Oz's eyebrow lifted. Lube in hand, he straddled Angel's thighs and slicked up two fingers to prepare himself.
If Angel could have blushed, he would have. He wasn't sure what embarrassed him more--the reason for the lube or lying on the floor watching Oz prepare himself to fuck him into the cold hard tile.
“Well?”
“Getswrminmicrwve,” Angel mumbled.
“Huh?” Being a werewolf had enhanced Oz's hearing, but Angel's mumble was indecipherable.
“It gets warm if you put it in the microwave.”
Oz grinned, knowing exactly where he was going, but wanting to make Angel say it. He could see the other man’s horror at the admission--and watching him squirm was making him even hotter. “Yeah? And then what?” he asked as he ran his slick fingers up and down Angel's shaft.
Angel sighed and rolled his eyes. “Then it feels better when I jerk off. Like someone else's hand for a change.”
Oz laughed and moved up to straddle Angel's hips. “Yeah? Well, you got me tonight,” he whimpered as he slowly lowered himself onto Angel's cock.
Once Angel was fully seated inside of him, Oz leaned over and pressed his lips to Angel's. He nipped and teased Angel's lower lip, tugging it between his teeth, as he began circling his hips, occasionally lifting and sliding back down. It was a slow, easy movement, intended to draw out their pleasure.
Angel tried to thrust up, but Oz pushed back and pinned him to the floor. Angel had forgotten how much strength the smaller man's frame could hide, that he wasn't a boy anymore, not even a man really. A werewolf, with physical strength that no doubt rivaled his own. He debated pushing back, flipping them over and taking control, uncertain what Oz wanted out of this. He had seemed so eager when pushing Angel out of the shower, but had since backed off, slowing them down, drawing things out.
Oz sensed Angel's confused frustration, his desire for more, and was tempted to give in. Instead he sat back and smiled, enjoying the teasing. He stopped moving, flexed his internal muscles, then ground down with his hips. Angel shuddered, then gasped when Oz lifted up and slammed back down onto him--fucking himself on Angel's body.
Oz moved faster and harder against Angel’s body as he leaned down and caught a nipple between his teeth. He pulled hard, causing Angel’s back to arch off the floor, before letting go and teasing it with his tongue.
When Oz had first touched him, Angel had wondered if this was his first time with another man. But after the blowjob in the shower and the way he played Angel's body, there was no doubt in his mind that Oz had done this before.
Angel could hear Oz's heart racing as he moved against him, thrusting and writhing, driving them both to the edge. He reached between them for Oz's cock and scraped his thumbnail across the tip. That was all Oz needed to set him off. He arched back, screaming, claws extending from his fingertips as he shot all over Angel's stomach. Angel gripped Oz's hips and thrust hard into his body twice more before joining him. He held Oz tightly as he came inside him then melted into the floor, more relaxed than he'd been in over a year.
Oz collapsed onto Angel's chest and the two lay quietly, catching their breath. “Sorry,” Oz mumbled. “About my hands.”
“Hey,” Angel turned Oz's face up to his and kissed him softly. “It's okay.”
Oz relaxed again, his head resting on Angel's shoulder. They were quiet for several minutes, before Angel finally broke the silence. “I think we might need another shower.” Oz smiled into Angel's neck and hummed his agreement.