A Werewolf, a Vampire, a Wiccan - Oh My!

By Fyre


TITLE: A Werewolf, a vampire, a Wiccan - Oh My!
AUTHOR: Fyre
EMAIL: Fyredansa@hotmail.com
SUMMARY: An interesting little love story of the twisted and strange nature.
FEEDBACK: Hey, if you like it, please comment. If not, I'll go and sulk in the corner.
DISTRIBUTION: Just here at the mo...but anyone can have it :-) Just ask nicely ;-)
SPOILERS: Somewhere in Season 4, to the latter wolfie episodes, that's where the story leads off from regular Joss-verse.
COUPLE: S/W/O
RATING: PG-16 maybe a little higher
DISCLAIMER: Let me get this clear - if I owned these guys, do you THINK I would waste time writing? Ho no! ;-) These chaps and chapettes (chaps preferred) belong to Joss Whedon and all the other companies involved with the TV show. I should have asked for permission to use them, but I didn't and its too late now, so please don't sue me cos I'm poor!
CLASSIFICATION: I could write more...possibly an explanation. I'm useless. I know :)
NOTES: A semi-challenge that was posted on the YGTS mailing list, added to the Improv of the fortnight :) And this is my first Oz fic, so yay me!
DEDICATED: Anyone who actually reads it :-D
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Sliding from her lover's tender embrace, the Wiccan arched her back, stretching her slender body, her tousled hair brushing lightly over her shoulders.

The pounding on the door increased in volume and intensity.

"No one could know we were here." She retrieved the shirt that had pooled on the floor, the candle light dancing over her features, the flames leaping on the columns of wax casting shadows that raised her to the elevation of a fire-maned pagan goddess. "Do you think I should get it?"

One eyebrow rose. "You know that all I want is for you to climb back into this bed, so I can shag you senseless all over again." Her lover drawled lazily, the strategically-positioned sheet tenting above a prominent part of his anatomy.

Willow's lips tugged up in a smirk. "Sounds good to me." The shirt was carelessly deposited back on the floor, her naked body dipping smoothly down as she crawled across the bed, capturing the vampire's mouth with hers.

His hand tangled into her hair, a low growl thrumming ticklishly against her lips. Tugging her down, he rolled her onto her back, grinning wickedly. "Well, well, Red." He murmured, brushing her hair back from her exertion-flushed cheeks. "What would your little chums say if they saw you like this?"

Beyond them, the furious pounding increased.

Trailing her hand up the vampire's smooth back, the red head shrugged. "What would your vampire chums say if they knew you were shagging the Slayer's best mate?" She enquired, butchering his accent.

"I see your point." Nipping his way down the smooth column of her throat, he nuzzled her collar bone. "Personally, I don't give a rat's arse what they think."

Lightly smacking him across the back of his head, she wriggled closer. "Enough talking." She growled softly. "Screw now."

Sensual lips rose in a purely predatorial grin, blue eyes merging into gold, sensitive ridges of flesh rising on the young-looking man's sculptured face. "You really are a horny little chit, aren't you, pet?"

"Don't spread it around. I have my quiet girl reputation to maintain, you know." A frown furrowed her forehead. "Maybe we should get the door."

"Nah." Smashing his lips down on hers, the vampire discarded the sheet on the floor, pulling her writhing naked body flush against his with a surprisingly loud crash that sounded remarkably like a door shattering. "Bugger me!"

Both vampire and Wiccan jerked upwards, the vampire – immediately alert – rolling to his feet, in a defensive stance that made every taut muscle stand out, drawing the young red head's attention from the interloper on the scene.

"Willow."

Even the way that voice said the two syllables that formed her name could identify who had just walked in – or broken in – on her and her current lover. Her green eyes snapped to the young man, widening in shock. "Oh Goddess! Oz!"

"Bloody hell! What's the mongrel doing back?"

Snatching the sheet off the floor, Willow hastily shielded her body. "What are you doing here, Oz? I thought you left!"

To both her and her lover's astonishment, a devilish grin crossed the werewolf's face. "I went away to find a cure...I found one." His wolf-features surfaced momentarily, a low growl rumbling through his body. Returning to his recognisable face, he arched a sardonic brow in the vampire's direction. "So you did like being dangerous, huh, Will?"

"Leave her alone." Stepping between the werewolf and the girl on the bed, his threatening growl matching that of the wolf. "You left her. She found someone else."

Fangs elongating, Oz grinned. "You think she doesn't still want me?" He glanced at the flushed red head on the bed, the vampire following the wolf's green gaze. "Tell us, Will." His voice was low, sensual. "Tell us who you want."

"You can't make me choose!" She gasped. "Not like this!"

Oz shrugged, a tiny raising of his narrow shoulders. "Pretty much what I thought you'd say." He turned almost casually to the bleach blonde vampire, took a slow step towards him. "How about you?"

Opening his mouth to speak, the vampire audibly gasped, the wolf's hot mouth descending violently on his, half-sprung fangs cutting into his lips, a burning tongue doing battle with his own.

All vampiric thoughts of domination sailing out of the window, Spike moaned softly, let the werewolf's vicious kiss deepen. If there was one thing he missed – being involved with a mortal – it was the truly violent passion.

Twisting her fingers into the sheet around her body, Willow's breathing was strained, her chest heaving in order to draw enough air, her eyes fixed on the erotic display of her former lover grinding himself against her current – and naked – lover.

The vampire's hands wove through the wolf's coarse fur, Oz's clawed hands digging into the lean demon's hips, pulling him harder against his body. Husky growls of satisfied pleasure and whimpers of longed-for pain broke from the two, until, half-shifted, Oz pulled back, drinking in a massive gulp of air. His glittering eyes swung to the panting Willow, her own eyes dark with lust.

Spike stumbled back a pace, one hand pressed to the wall, supporting himself. "Will," His voice was full of need, of hunger. "We can't send him away." He licked a smear of blood from his torn lips, gold and blue merging in a turmoil of emotion. "He's one of us. Can't you feel it, luv? Can we keep him?"

Full of indecision, her expression was troubled. "You're still the wolf?"

"I'll always be the wolf, Will." Oz acknowledged, his face returning to normal, but for the dark eyes. "It's half of me, the dangerous part of me. I can't hide it, I can't pretend it doesn't exist. All I want to know is that you will be mine, taking both parts. Taking all of me." He glanced at the vampire leaning against the wall. "You know what I mean, don't you?"

With a neutral shrug, Spike's lips quirked in a smirk. "Is that why you bit me?" Oz laughed, a brief sound. "I'm all for admitting that I missed the violence. If you can share...both of you, I'll stick around."

"You know this isn't normal." Willow pointed out, examining the back of her hand. The two males exchanged glances, grinned.

"Luv, this is the Hellmouth. Anywhere else, I can't imagine a biteless vampire, a controlled werewolf and powerful Wiccan even talking to each other, much less all having shagged each other at some point." He made his way across the floor to the bed, sank down beside her and cupped her face in his hands. "Don't tell me you're not interested. We can both smell it."

Oz nodded at her querying look. "We both have a demon within us." He sat too, on the end of the bed. "We need pain, violent screwing sometimes." Spike agreed with a nod. "We both want you, but we don't want to hurt you, so the best thing to do would be...use each other."

"It helps that I'm bloody gorgeous." The vampire put in cheerfully.

"Arrogant too." Oz said, his eyes twinkling.

Willow looked from the vampire, every image of the bleach-haired bad boy, to the werewolf, a more quiet and shy type with an incredible talent in that tongue of his. Then something occurred to her. "Wait...what do you mean 'having shagged at some point', Spike?" Green-black eyes met blue-gold, identical sheepish grins splitting on both their faces.

"It's a long story, luv." He leaned over and kissed her gently on the tip of her nose. "We might tell you about it some time." One hand snagged the sheet, drew it away from her body. "But our friend interrupted something...you know I hate leaving something unfinished."

Shedding his jacket and shirt rapidly, Oz crawled alongside her, tracing one hand up her thigh, over her hip. "What do you say, Will? Will you share a werewolf and vampire and let them share you?"

Pulling his face close to hers, she kissed him once, hard, fiercely. "Mine." She growled huskily, the wolf within him exulting at her acceptance. She repeated the gesture to the blonde vampire, his ridged features returning. "Mine."

Over the only true human's slender body, near-black eyes met equally fierce golden orbs, matching smiles drawing lips back from twin sets of fangs. Turning to the girl, the two males spoke in unison. "Ours."

And they went on to prove to the red-haired witch just how lucky she was to have two such wild lovers.

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With Willow's body spooned in front of his, Spike had propped his head up on his right hand, looking over the girl's shoulder at the werewolf who had finally been fully submerged into their relationship.

His arm draped over both Willow and the vampire's bodies, the Wiccan's slim leg posessively wrapped around his hip, Oz cast a glance and a small smile up at the vampire, tracing his hand lightly down the blonde's ribcage.

Unbeknownst to his other human friends – including his human lover – Spike had been his lover longer than anyone. After he had got involved with Willow, but a full year before they finally consummated their relationship, he had been there, with the vampire.

On one of his nights in wolf form, he had escaped from the library cage, only to be attacked by a hunting pack of vampires who apparently worked for Angelus. Angelus was just too lazy to do the job himself.

Being taunted like a tormented puppy in the vampire's lair, the second in command – Spike – had got rid of the attackers, half-dragging the semi-conscious werewolf to safety, watching over him until he came around, shortly after dawn.

Waking to find the peroxide vampire – with an exceptionally good dye-job, considering the absence of a reflection – looking down at him with a neutral expression to match the best of his own stoic ones had been unnerving.

More surprising was realising that the unfortunate vampire was in a wheelchair. For once, he let an expression show: Sympathy. The wolf within him had protested the fact that this vampire, *hunter* was trapped, caged like he – Oz – so often was.

"You saved me."

His body was aching, several bite marks torn in his shoulders, the flesh of his chest bruised and blackened.

"I was hungry."

Struggling to sit, Oz examined the vampire cautiously. He smelled the same as all vampires, of death, but the underlying power that often lingered around the demon predators was faint, waning, overshadowed by pain, despair. And yet, there was a deep-seated, firm control in this vampire that he couldn't sense in the others, who seemed to perpetually think 'Kill, kill, kill'. That number included Angelus.

"I'm still alive." The werewolf was curious. Not about the fact that he was naked, in a room in some old factory or other with a vampire staring at him as if he wasn't there. Stating the obvious seemed to be the only way to draw any kind of explanation from the blonde vampire, who seemed little more than a stony-faced statue.

The leather-clad shoulders rose slightly. "Either that, or you're a very talkative corpse." The vampire's scrutiny matched his own. "You're one of the Slayer's chums."

"Pretty much, yeah."

"I could kill you." The empty tone in the vampire's voice negated his threat.

"Likewise."

A faint glimmer of humour beyond the blueness. "No dodgy pun from the Slayer's mate? I'm impre..." He cut himself off, grimacing, hands tightening around the arms of his chair. "I'm impressed." He finished through gritted teeth. Seeming to notice the werewolf's confused look, he raised one dark brow. "Don't tell me you don't know why I'm stuck in this fucking chair?"

"I'm thinking not."

Shifting uncomfortably, the vampire narrowed his eyes. "You're bloody quiet." He noted, his voice low. "Any of the other nonces she hangs about with would be begging or trying to stake me or running."

"I try and run and I'll end up being given a welcome by the vampires outside of this room." The wolf said. He nodded towards the door. "I can smell them all out there. Bored and hungry. I'm thinking being a snack is the kind of fun that's not."

The vampire nodded once, the silence descending again. Taking the opportunity to examine his wounds, the werewolf straightened his legs out on the mattress, the bed he was occupying low, definitely the bed of a single person, but he was sure this vampire – Spike – had a vampire girlfriend or something.

A feminine scream of ecstasy tore through the silence, the unnaturally thin vampire stiffening, one shaky hand groping for a cigarette, which he lit, inhaling swift drags of smoke and blowing them out in rapid succession.

"Friend of yours?"

Blue eyes flitted briefly to him, filled with the kind of pain and misery that Oz was certain that he never wanted to feel. "Everything to me." His voice was so low, so soft, that the teen wasn't even certain that the vampire had spoken. Running a hand over his hair, he laughed harshly. "I don't bloody believe it. Whining in front of the Slayer's mates. So much for the big bad."

"I won't say anything."

"So I don't have to kill you." The gratitude in the voice was unmistakable, but was quickly covered with gruff exterior. "Doesn't mean I won't."

"Understood." Getting to his feet, flexing his aching, scored legs, the werewolf carefully limped his way around the room. Several cuts reopened on his calves and thighs, blood trickling down to the hollow of his knees and ankles.

Halfway around, his feet went out from beneath him, leaving him to sag heavily to his knees, but theblonde vampire was by his side in an instant, helping him half-stand and directing him to the bed again. "Looks like I couldn't run away, anyway."

Hoisting himself out of his chair, Spike lifted himself onto the mattress, reaching under to produce something the wolf had never expected a vampire to have – a medi-kit. "This is another thing I would have to kill you for."

The faint whisper of a smile on the vampire's face roused a tiny grin from Oz, in spite of the pain in his limbs. "Its a good thing you didn't help Xander." He pointed out, watching the vampire withdraw a sterile wipe from the kit. "He's...not quiet."

"The dark-haired wanker?" Oz nodded, winced as the antiseptic on the wipe swept into the scratches. The vampire noticed the expression of pain and lightened his touch, carefully cleaning each wound. "I would have eaten him. Bet he tastes funny."

Shrugging his leather jacket off, he tossed it onto the waiting wheelchair, rolling the sleeves of his red shirt up and continuing to clean the werewolf's cuts and injuries, the skin returning to its more natural hue as the crusts of blood were swept away.

Another female scream rang out, the vampire's knuckles whitening as he tried to control his pain. Pressing his eyes shut for a long moment, he felt tears of frustration and anger rising, but tried to force them down, until he felt the bed shift, felt warm hands gently draw him down into a careful embrace.

"You'll have to kill me for this too." He heard the soft voice against the top of his head, almost smiled, his cheek resting against a soft, springy mat of curls. The steady thump of the boy's heart was close to his ear, the warmth permeating him. More now than ever, he knew this boy – this mortal – wasn't average.

And it went far beyond the fact he was a werewolf.

Raising his head, his fists sinking into the mattress on either side of the werewolf's hips, he could see understanding in the green eyes. "Why?"

The wolf half-smiled. "You didn't kill me." He replied. Leaning a little closer, he met the vampire's unbreakable blue gaze. "It's the least I can do."

All coherent thought fled the vampire the moment the wolf's warm, silky lips brushed his own, the sensation of a hot tongue teasing his lips apart sending explosions of light behind his eyes, a groan of pleasure escaping him.

His self-imposed vow of chastity that had started the minute Dru had run to daddy was shattered in one easy blow. The wolf sank back against the musty pillows, drawing the vampire to him, his deft, musician's hands everywhere and anywhere, making the blond groan with undisguised pleasure, his tired body coming to unlife once more.

The kid was dynamite: hands and mouth those of a Master.

Telling himself it was just the one night, just something to pass the time, the vampire gave in to the sensual pleasure the wolf's warm body brought to him: something to distract him from his lover's betrayal with Angelus.

And he had kept on telling himself that in the years that followed: even when they had reached the stage of blood-letting, the vampire returning to Sunnydale secretly just to see his fierce, young mate, even after he had won Drusilla back, even though Oz – too – had a love of his life.

Eventually, the inevitable had happened though. He had been permanently abandoned by Drusilla and the vampire returned to Sunnydale finally, to find Oz and Willow had consummated their relationship after what seemed like an eternity.

Seeking solace with the first sex-crazed vampiress he could find, all thoughts of his semi-human mate pushed to the back of his mind until he lost the Gem of Amarra and managed to get himself captured by some kind of elite army unit, taken underground and put through all kinds of mental and physical hells.

That was the time he longed for his wolf the most. He couldn't deny it anymore. The wolf was his vice, his temptation. Or he was the wolf's. There wasn't any way he could be certain of which way round, but all he wished for was his blood-partner, for the shelter and comfort he would provide.

By the time he escaped, though, the wolf was long gone. All that remained was a carefully written letter that had been delivered to the lair he shared with his blonde bint, explaining something about a female wolf, a betrayal of Willow and that he was sorry.

Plus, a final line asking the vampire to take care of Willow until he returned, however long it took for him to find what he was looking for.

And that's all it had been to begin with: Just watching out for the chit, making sure that she didn't get involved with anyone. Or at least not getting involved with anyone who wasn't her soul mate's blood mate.

So when Oz had arrived at the vampire's crypt that he had made his home, after several bouts of mad, passionate, bloody shagging, he had uneasily explained what had happened in the wolf's absence.

And the wolf had made an expression.

"That's what I thought." He had smiled widely. "Now, this is what we're going to do..."

Somehow, the wolf had known that Willow already had come to love the vampire in the same way as she had loved him – Oz – for years. Then it was just a matter of bringing three complimentary personalities together.

Smiling sleepily as Oz's fingers continued to dance lightly over his ribs, Spike lazily nuzzled Willow's neck, his own arm draping over the red head's body to caress the werewolf's fur-matted cheek.

"Was this all your idea from the beginning?" The vampire purred a soft thrum of pleasure as Oz nipped the tip of his thumb, dark eyes glinting, his fangs still sharp enough to break the vampire's skin, his tongue eagerly lapping at the blood.

Smirking around Spike's thumb, Oz shrugged, his hand moving to Willow's still sleeping form, her body clearly exhausted by the previous day and night's exploits. "Not originally." He replied. “I just kinda wanted two people I could steal nail polish from."

"What about hair bleach?" The red head between the put in, her voice soft with sleep.

Oz arched his eyebrow. "You think we should have two bleached blondes in this relationship, instead of two red heads?"

"Sounds good to me." Snuggling back against Spike's chest, Willow gave him a smile, pulling Oz closer with her leg. Glancing up at the blonde she asked. "Do you think we should tell the other about this? I mean, they might think it would be a bit wiggy...well, a lot wiggy cos you're a vampire and he's a werewolf and I'm a Witch and we're all together and we're...you know...You know! I know you know, you know!"

Unable to hide a grin, Oz leaned over and kissed her firmly. "We won't tell them, then." He told her, raising a hand to brush her hair back from her cheeks. "Werewolf and Wiccan freaked them enough. So did vampire and Slayer. Werewolf, Wiccan and vampire might just send old Rupe over the edge."

"A werewolf, a vampire, a Wiccan, oh my!" Spike muttered, burying his face in Willow's fiery hair, his arm wrapped protectively around both his lovers. Both Oz and Willow chuckled, Willow's hand rising to ruffle the sleepy vampire's hair.

"Why do I always end up with demons and crazy people?" She said, pillowing her head on Oz's shoulder, the smile on her face belying her despairing tone.

Her eyes sank shut, her exhausted body giving in. Oz smiled fondly. "You always end up with crazy people and demons," He murmured, glancing passed her at the sleeping vampire with a fond laugh. "Because they're the best people to be involved with."

And as he let himself relax and settle for sleep, he was still pondering if it would really be so bad to stake Spike, the words 'A werewolf, a vampire, a Wiccan, oh my!' running through his head like a mantra.

Not that 'Oh My!' even came close to what they had.

Mentally promising himself that he would give Spike some serious punishment for leaving yet another annoyingly catchy thought in his head, he wrapped one of his arms around both Willow and the vampire.

A Werewolf, a Vampire, a Wiccan.

Could life get better than this?


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