Title: Oz meets Puppy Author: Criss Moody Email: wyoluvr@yahoo.com Spoilers: Season Three ep The Wish and probably Doppelgangland. Vague Season 4 spoilers. Thanks: To Laure for the wonderful feedback, and to everyone else who has sent me feedback, believe me when I say it is appreciated. Note: I blame this entirely on Meagan, or meagnola, of the "sequel? what sequel?" fame. I think I may have been infected with the inability to stop at one part virus. Sigh.
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Puppy was bored. Normally, he had no problem dealing with his boredom. He usually slept and dreamed and made himself ready for his Master. But his Master was gone away for a few days, so there was nothing to get ready for, and the Master had commanded him to not touch himself or give himself pleasure in any way. The tension was sure to kill the vampire. And as if it weren't bad enough that he had no avenue for release, his skin itched at the lack of outside domination over him. No hands caressed his flesh, swiftly followed by a sharp smack. No manacles circled his hands and feet, binding them to a chain from the ceiling and bolts on the floor, splaying his body for his Master's pleasure. He kept himself ready for entry, but no steely hard, heated cock punished his sensitive inner depths, or delved into the wet coolness of his mouth. There was nothing but a nearly empty apartment with a un-lived in smell to it. Puppy missed the way his Master smelled, crisp, clean, woodsy, sometimes citrusy.
A thought popped into his musing. Smell...his Master's apartment smelled like him, like old books and crisp clean clothing. Puppy rose from his small futon and began to pace back and forth from the front door to the bed. Teeth nibbled on a bottom lip as he considered disobeying his Master. But was it indeed disobeying? Master had said to not give himself any type of physical release, but he hadn't said anything else. He had just assumed Puppy would never leave his apartment unless Master came home. A few more minutes of pacing and the pet's mind was made up; he would put on his few items of clothing and dash over to his Master's abode, to envelop himself in the scent of his owner.
Puppy quickly threw on his clothing and dashed out the door, nearly frantic in his desire to be surrounded by his Master. As he used his key to enter the other man's apartment, he thought he smelled something odd, something feral. The sun would be rising soon, and he quickly shut the door as he ignored the odd scent in his need to be inside the apartment. The vampire turned toward the stairs as he stripped when he heard a strange noise. Some sort of snarling, guttural cry was coming from the bathroom. He knew instinctively that the sound did not belong to his Master. Puppy swiftly moved towards the bathroom to deal with whatever was there. Perhaps one of his Master's enemies had entered the apartment. Using one hand to completely open the partially open door, Puppy froze at what he saw.
It was a beast. A snarling, drooling, hairy beast. A...his Master had used this word once..a werewolf? The beast was inside the bathtub, inside a heavy iron cage, though not a particularly large one. Restlessly moving and shifting as much as it could inside the confined space, the animal suddenly halted as it caught Puppy's scent. It growled at first and then set it's snout as close as possible to the edge of the cage. He could see the beast's snout bunching and moving as it decided whether or not Puppy was a threat. Puppy felt a rush of scorching heat fill his cock, drawing his skin taunt over his body. An animalistic fog covered his mind, almost making him forget about his Master. He leaned towards the cage, gripping it with his hands, wishing that he could be this animal.
A strange, crackling noise filled the small room and the beast backed away from the front of the cage. A strangled howl rose from his throat as the beast morphed...into a human being! Elongated canines retreated, hair disappeared, and snout shrunk to reveal a pale skinned, purple-haired young man. With a short, thick, very erect penis jutting from his nude body. Puppy growled and felt his face vamp out. He recognized the figure as one of the children who came in and out of his Master's apartment at will.
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Oz always felt the end of the change. And it hurt like hell. It was like he was getting ripped out of his skin and sewn back together again. Ow. He began to test his arms and legs. Some kind of prophecy had appeared in the Codex, a prophecy that Willow had found on a forbidden trip into the forbidden-to-Willow-books, and that prophecy was supposed to go down where Oz usually spent his wolfy nights. So, because Giles was gone for a few days, and because Buffy had stumbled across an iron cage in a corner of the apartment, covered by a huge tarp, complete with manacles, Oz had spent the night locked up in the cage, in the bathroom. Why the bathroom? The guitarist himself hadn't bothered asking; he probably would have just gotten a "duh" look. Oz rooted around with his hands for the key to his manacles, which should have been right by his hands...huh? Confused, Oz shifted his body into a sitting position and pondered his apparent predicament. He couldn't find the key...and someone was growling at him. Ok, maybe it was more like a snarling, or even a grunting. But whatever it was, it didn't sound friendly. His wolf instincts, still close to the surface so soon after the change back to human, warned him that something distinctly not like him was near, and not happy. For the first time since becoming human again, the purple-haired musician's head rose and he calmly took in what was before him. Huh. Looked an awful lot like Angel. Except Angel didn't usually run around naked. And last time Oz knew, Buffy's ex-lover was pretty ensconced in the LA scene. Then, the deep musky scent of another animal hit Oz's nostrils and he felt a molten heat shoot through his blood, raising his cock, making it hammer-hard. The Angel-like creature snarled again. Oz snarled back.
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Puppy reached out with one hand to rip open the small front door on the cage. It popped off in his hands and he threw it into a corner of the room. Panting in lust, the pet nearly threw himself into the cage, barely noticing the edges of the window scraping his skin, though he smelled the coppery blood. The only thing he was aware of was the animal-like scent in front of him, surrounding him, making his blood sing. He reached blindly for something to fill his mouth and found hungry, equally mindless lips. Tongues dueled and sucked and sought out hidden crevices. The former wolf slammed his hips up towards Puppy, bringing their throbbing manhoods together. A mutual groan split the air. Hard and moist cocks rubbed and ground against each other, one scorching in its heat and the other shockingly cool. The mindless pleasure blasted through Puppy's body, but he wanted more. With one hand, he took the creature's cock in hand and held it upright. Thrusting hips made his task more difficult, but Puppy managed to bring his lubed passage to what he needed. He savagely grunted as he drove the other man's cock into his anus, not pausing to grow accustomed to the unfamiliar size and feel. Quickly ramming himself up and down, he fucked himself on the other man's heated need. Heat and lust nearly made him pass out, but he managed to bring his hands up to the other's nipples, grasping and pulling the teats. The other man took Puppy's bobbing cock in hand and began to pump it. He couldn't last after having been touched like that. He felt himself begin to spurt cool seed over the creature's face as he drove down on the cock in his ass one more time, squeezing his inner muscles tightly as he did so. The other man shouted as his cock released its creamy warmth into Puppy's hidden depths. Panting and sighing after the orgasm, both men collapsed in a post-orgasmic state, which made the interruption all the more surprising. "Well, what have we here?" A modulated, British voice with just a touch of annoyance broke the sexual bliss filling the room. Uh-oh. Puppy was in trouble.
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