Title: Wolfish Desires
Author: Wren (aylapolgara@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/main characters: Gambit/Oz
Series/Sequel: unfinished, parts 1-2
Summary: CROSSOVER Buffy/X-Men, Remy meets a werewolf, Oz meets a mutant.
Disclaimer: All x-men characters are property of X-men, all others are mine. Simple. I make no money off of this story, nor do I encourage others to.
Date: Sept 2001
Archive/distribution: yes, ask first
Warning: SLASH. SEXUAL SITUATIONS PLANNED
Notes: Response to challenge: I've got a crossover challenge I'd like to toss out to any Buffy fans out there -- I'm feeling a need for an Oz/Remy down on the Bayou fic; preferably with Remy at his most charming and Oz at his most... Oz-ish, being boys together in the swamps and the heat. By Victoria
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Wolfish Desires 1
By Wren
Mardi Gras in New Orleans, the streets were full of people laughing, drinking and getting wild. Beads were being thrown to the women up on the balconies who were baring their chests for the pleasure of the male audience. As well as some of the female audience, Remy noted looking around. Gender gaps seemed to fade and be reinforced at the same time as same-sex and heterosexual couples made their way down the street searching for the most happening place to continue their drinking.
He smiled at the row ladies posing in front of the closest bar. They were winking at him seductively as they ran their tongues over their lips and hands down their bodies suggestively. Tipping his head in appreciation he declined them wearily and walked on.
It was a happy and festive occasion but for Remy it was simply another reminder that Rogue had left him after nearly killing him in Antarctica. Not that he thought she'd take him back when he returned - he figured she wouldn't - but her utterr denial that she had down only as he wanted her to left him cold. After all, she had absorbed his memories, his powers, his personality, HIM, and with all of that data, the knowledge of his past, and his conscious, she had dropped him. Left him to die in that endless white, frozen wasteland.
The homecoming he received was more then he had expected though. He blamed himself, they blamed him, she blamed him, but he was still given a place to stay. A place to call home, but not the love that would normally accompany it.
He had come home instead, to the only home he felt he had, to New Orleans. But even being here, in the place he grew up, lived and loved, he could not find comfort. There were plenty of warm bodies throwing themselves at him, wanting him, offering what they had. But they didn't have anything. They were beautiful faces with lifeless souls. People who lived for the moment, who had never felt pain, normal people. They weren't like him, they weren't mutants.
But even mutants shunned him now. He had betrayed them. He was the traitor.
Barely noticing his surroundings he brushed his way into a small club and wandered up to the bar. Ordering a drink he leaned back against the bar rail and glanced towards the stage. His breath caught.
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As his fingers left the strings of the final cord he was zapped back into reality. He lifted his eyes towards the audience, not even seeing them, as he backed off the stage.
"Oz, man, you rocked," Zack bounced beside him as they walked away from the stage, "Man, you di'ja see the chicks droolin' ova' ya?!"
He nodded his head slightly and started for the exit.
"Wo'ah, Oz, where ya goin', man? We got anotha' set still!" Zack's hand came down on his arm, trying to pull him back towards the bar.
Oz turned slightly and just let his gaze lock with Zack's.
"Uh, you okay, man?" He immediately let go of the smaller man's arm and took a step back. "Maybe you should head back to the hotel. We can finish without ya."
Oz simply turned and walked away unaware of the demon eyes that followed his departure.
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Oz didn't go back to the hotel though, he wandered through crowds of happy Mardi Gras-goers struggling with monsters of his own.
It had been months since he had last seen her. He had come home, home to her, after being gone for so long. So proud because he could control his inner beast. He had proven it to her in one night of passion that he had thought would continue for the rest of their lives. But things had changed more then he had realized. She no longer cared for him as she once had.
Replaying it over and over in his mind he wondered if things would have been different if he had never left on his quest to still his inner beast in the first place. If maybe he had come home sooner, if he hadn't stayed away so long, if if if if. If only she had loved him more, if only he had been more - done more. But all the ifs in the world wouldn't change the fact that she had left him, and he had lost control of his beast again. This time, however, his beast did not limit its time to full moons, he was in danger of losing control of it at any time, day or night.
DAMN! Why did he have to be cursed!!
As his anger grew, he realized people were looking at him oddly. Looking down at his hands where his nails were growing long and wolf-like, he realized his beast was starting to come out. Quickly he ran around a building into the waiting alley and leaned back against the cold brick wall. He consciously tried to slow his breathing as he ran his hands through his hair.
"Wassa matta lil' boy? Crowd ta much fah ya?" His head snapped up as he heard a sneering voice coming from deeper in the alley. Shifting his gaze slightly he watched three shaggy thugs emerge from the shadows.
"Leave me alone." He closed his eyes knowing they wouldn't heed his warning and felt the beast gaining control inside of him.
"Aw, now ah don' t'ink we can do dat." One greasy hand grabbed his arm as the other two men circled around him. "We been lookin' fah some fun all night, 'avent we bahs?"
The other two nodded looking intently at Oz. "Last chance."
"Nah, dis is yah last chance." A fist pounded his cheek, drawing blood for his lip. Oz slumped down for a minute listening to the laughing and sneering of the men before lifting his head.
The last thing he heard were their screams, and then his beast took complete control.