Title: And If You Weren't There...
Author: Denyce
Email: denyce36@yahoo.com
Website: TBA
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Oz/Riley/Graham
Rating: NC17
Warning: AU/Slash
Spoiler: Sometime after Riley left in S5
Summary: Oz discovers Riley/Graham need his help
Disclaimer: The characters here are the copyright and intellectual property
of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, WB, Fox, and UPN. No infringement on
any rights is intended. This is not for profit & is intended only for
enjoyment.
Notes: I'm creating my own ideology of werewolf lore. Some
elements/ideology are borrowed from Joss' world, Laurell K Hamilton's
world, and Nicole from X-Files who created Changing/Alliances. Other
elements are from years of reading, watching old movies, and my own
imagination. Lastly, any mistakes are mine & mine alone
Dedication: A special thanks to SDL you are a precious gem. & To the
slash/fanfiction lists I love this community & I'm very happy that in a
small way I'm part of it.
And If You Weren't There
"You hear that man?" The younger man asked.
"Yeah, but its better not to get involved." The older man, Doug, pointed
out, and took a deep breath. "Can you smell them. Dead beasts?"
"Yeah, but there something else, I gotta..." Without finishing his sentence
the smaller man took off running toward the scent that was driving him.
Doug hesitated a moment, and whispered under his breath, "Damn it,
Jason's not going to like this." Then he took off after the younger man.
It took Doug a block and half to catch up to his friend, and was shocked as
he witnessed his friend taking on three dead beasts though he smelled the
dust of another. He spared a quick glance at the two bodies sprawled out
on the ground both alive, one more so than the other, before he gave his
full attention to the attack his friend was waging. As he dived into the
battle diverting attention to himself another was dusted and they only had
two of the beasties left. Doug, attacked and ripped off the head of one, and
turned back in time to see his friend slamming a stake into the beastie's
heart before it was dusted.
"And will I ever hear the story behind you carrying a stake?" Doug
watched as his friend turned to the injured men slumped on the ground.
One was knocked out cold, but he could smell that he'd be ok; it was the
other one that smelled of the beasties. He was the reason there were four
of them. Doug knelt down beside he's friend, and placed a comforting
hand on his shoulder.
"We gotta help him, bring him back with us. Matthew could help him." Oz
mumbled still dazed by the crumbled form before him.
"That's a no go Oz man, you can't bring either one back to the pack, but
especially not him." Doug answered.
"Why the hell not? It's not like we haven't helped people before." Oz fired
back.
"Oz, he's not people, he's marked. They both are and they'd only attract
more of them. You know vamps and were's don't mix. No, its not going to
happen Jason won't allow it. Beside the only way to cover up their scent is
for us to mark them." Doug leaned down further and sniffed closer to the
man Oz held. "This one is heavily marked, no only a mating mark might
cover, or hide the scent, but even still, no it won't work. Look over half of
those bites are old, and he's still alive. He's their thrall. It's best to just let
them be. Besides it's almost sunrise they'll be safe enough until night."
"And then what? They're right back where they started. No, I can't let that
happen."
"Oz, what's the deal? You know them or something?"
"Yeah, or something. Will you help me get them over to a motel?"
"You can be serious?"
"Doug either you help me, or I'll do it by myself, either way I'm not
leaving them."
"Fine, but we're not done talking about this." Doug leaned down to haul
the other man up, and followed Oz to the motel.
At Motel 6
Doug reached down and unlocked the door. He had gone and registered
while Oz watched over the still unconscious men. Each pulled and carried
a man inside and laid them down on the bed. "Ok, they're safe now; off the
street. Can we go now before Jason sends out a search party?"
"You mentioned marking them would cover up the scent?" Oz inquired.
"No way man, you can't even think it." Doug was horrified by the look Oz
was giving the beasts thrall.
"Oz, please, Jason won't allow it. This will give Jason the best excuse to
ban you from the pack, and no one could argue the point. I mean marking
a beastie thrall it's unheard of. Can't you at least explain why? Why you'd
choose them over ..." Doug started to stumble over his words as he looked
at Oz. "Over the pack? Because that's what you're doing Oz."
Oz looked up at his tortured friend trying to convey what he was feeling.
"I'm sorry, but I have to do this. It's Jason's pack now, one that I was never
a part of anyway."
It was the true but it didn't hurt any less. "What about Nicky?"
Oz couldn't answer him, but tried to focus on the man lying in the bed.
"He needs help, and I can't turn my back. I know some people who could
help both of them, but I've got to get them there first. Marking them is
their best chance of survival." Oz turned and looked Doug straight in the
eyes so he'd understand that he made his choice. "I'm prepared to take the
risks, I have to."
Doug whimpered low in his chest and moved toward Oz and nuzzled his
neck. Oz felt the tears, felt his brother's sorrow, his lost. Oz reached up
and lightly pulled the taller man down as he licked away his tears. Then
nipped at his neck as he inhaled deeply imprinting his scent to memory.
Doug lightly pulled away knowing he had to go, and started to back away.
As he reached the door he turned to ask, "Will you take them to your
witch?" Doug saw the slight nod, and nodded himself in answer before he
quietly left the room.
Oz took in a deep breath taking in Doug's smell that lingered in the room
and the scent of the pack. Making the choice to stay here to help Riley had
cost him dearly, but Riley risked his life to save him against the initiative,
he couldn't do any less in return.
Looking down at Riley, Oz knew he'd have to mark both men, but Riley
he'd have to mark as a mate, to claim him. He had stop thinking about
mates after leaving Sunnydale and Willow behind when she chose Tara
over him.
Oz looked over at the other man when he heard a moan, he was coming to.
Oz eased Riley down and walked to the bathroom to get the man some
water.
"Whattttt?" He tried to push himself up as he slowly opened his eyes, and
tried to focus at the body next to him. "Ri, ... Ri, answer me? You ok? ...
Ri?"
"Here, have some of this." Oz held the glass up to the man.
The man refused the glass instead he tried to talk to Riley, "He'll be ok,
come on drink this." Oz placed the glass in his hand.
After taking a couple of sips he downed the glass in one shot before
asking, "Thank you, who are you?"
"I could ask you the same, but I already know you're one of Riley's
initiative men." Oz waited to see if the man would be able to place him. It
took him a couple of minutes, but his eyes widen when he recognized the
man standing before him.
"You're a hostile..." Graham instinctively tried to back away.
"And you were playing tag with a bunch of ordinary guys earlier?" Oz
snapped back.
Graham had the grace to turn away and then focused his gaze on man
laying past out next to him. Then softly asked, "You saved us. Why?"
"Luck, I was lucky in finding you both, but it won't last. More will come
tonight---your scent will drive them." Oz watched as the man checked
Riley out. "He'll be fine, like you until tonight. Do you understand what's
going to happen? What would have happened if I didn't find you?"
"Yeah, better than you think." Graham replied.
"What happened? Riley wasn't like this in Sunnydale." The man tried to
avoid eye contact, but Oz wouldn't have it and placed his hand under the
man's chin forcing him to look up. "Talk to me, what happened?"
"I didn't know about it when we left Sunnydale. We were in black ops
deep in the jungle when he started to show signs. At first I thought he got
mixed up in drugs. It wasn't until I followed him one night that I
discovered his real addiction. Now neither of us..." He trailed off closing
his eyes, and took a deep breath ragged breath before he continued, "Now
we never have to look for them, they smell us, taunt us, make us beg for it.
I don't know how long we can go on, but the pull the drive...And Riley, I
can't leave him, not now. I..." Graham looked down and fiddled with the
torn hem of his shirt.
Graham looked back up to Oz, "What are you going to do?"
Oz signed rubbing his hands over his face before he faced Graham again,
"Help"
Both looked over as Riley moved slightly with each showing concern
etched in their features.
"What can you do?" Oz didn't miss the slight condescending way the
larger man said it, and smiled at the fact.
"Strength rarely has anything to do with size. Thought you would have
learned when you met Buffy."
At the mention of the slayer's name Graham realized that's where he must
have met him, but still couldn't recall. Then asked,
"You know Buffy, the slayer, who are you?"
"Yeah, name's Oz. I left Sunnydale just before the whole Adam deal, but I
got a taste of the initiative's pet projects. I think we're going to need
Buffy's help." "And you're?" Oz politely asked.
"Graham, Graham Miller."
Oz nodded already thinking about how they'd get to Sunnydale, and
smirked when he realized that they'd have to drive. "Nothing like a non
stop 3000 mile drive in two-three days."
"We'll never make it without them coming after us. Like you said our
smell." Graham looked back toward Riley, knowing the smell was
stronger on Riley then himself, but he could never leave Ri behind he
loved him and would stay by his side and fight.
Oz took a deep breath then plunged in, "They won't not if I mark you.
Both of you."
"Mark us? What the hell does that mean? It's bad enough we're the
walking dead's snacks, now you want to mark us! What are you?" Graham
practically spat out as his eyes narrowed even further into small gray
slates.
"Graham calm down man, it's the only way to cover up the thrall scent,
especially with Riley. He won't survive much longer and you know it."
Oz rubbed the back of his neck in frustration. "I'm sorry, but if you don't
agree to be marked I can't, I won't stay and watch the end, and Riley won't
make it till the end of the week."
Graham knew what Oz was telling him was true; Riley only lasted this
long because of him. "What will this mark mean? Will it stop-will it stop
the cravings?"
Oz crouched down slowly moving forward as he started sniffing Graham
trying to decipher how strong the marks were. He knew he had no choice
with Riley he'd have to claim him as a mate just to get him to Sunnydale
alive, but Graham's marks weren't as deep. Oz finally decided it was
possible to just cover him with his scent in order to make it to Willow's
safely. But as he sniffed he also realized Graham loved Riley, and would
never agree to let Oz mate with him and him alone. Oz briefly considered
telling Graham the truth, but he knew with the influence of being a thrall
would cloud Graham's mind. No his best bet would be to get both of them
to Sunnydale as quickly and safely as possible. Then hopefully Willow
would be able to reverse the mating effects with Riley, or at least allow Oz
to live safely without him. But he knew that if he mated with both of them
he'd never be able to live without them-his beast wouldn't allow it,
especially after leaving the pack.
Graham cleared his throat bringing Oz back to their situation. "Arhmm,
well do you think it'll stop?"
"I can't say for sure, but it should reduce the pull enough for us to get you
both to Sunnydale.'
"Why Sunnydale?" Graham almost whined the last, "Couldn't we go
somewhere else?"
"No, we need Willow and Giles in this. Plus they're the only ones I trust
with the magic."
Graham pressed his lips together then took another long look at Riley
before he nodded his consent. "What do I do?"
Oz signed in relief not even realizing he had been holding his breath
though he still had to explain what he had yet to do. "I'll have to mark you
as mine; with my scent so vampires and demons alike will know you're
mine. They'll have to fight me to get to you, or Riley."
"How could you...." Graham questioned realizing he didn't know how the
smaller man got them away from several vamps.
"Werewolf. I was one of your Hostiles remember?" Oz arched a brow as
the man contemplated his choices.
"Oh, so our choices are vamp snacks, or werewolf snacks?"
"You won't be snacks, I'll be making you part of my pack..." Oz paused
trying to convey the right words and feelings, but time was running short.
He needed to mark them then get on the road. "Marking you as family."
Graham nodded knowing he'd rather be a werewolf's family member than
vamps dinner.
"Ready?" Graham didn't say anything just nodded again as Oz leaned in
closer and started lick his neck.
Graham hated that he couldn't control his reaction as he arched his body
into Oz giving he complete access. After being a thrall for a number of
months all veins had become erogenous zones, but especially his neck.
The impulse was building as his body took over wanting, needing more.
Oz started making little nips in-between licking, and couldn't help but
enjoy the whimpering sounds Graham was making. Oz moved up licking
his face bathing it with his saliva trying to cover every inch before he
moved back down Graham's body pulling his shirt open as he did. Oz
ignored the bite marks on each nipple, and just latched on to nipple
pulling, caressing, and laving each one until they were swimming in his
saliva. As Oz moved downward undoing first Graham's pants then his own
without stopping the task of thoroughly laving every inch before him.
Pulling his pants down Oz noticed more bite marks most were already
healed over only a few were crusted taking longer to heal. Oz gently
swiped his tongue over each encrusted area allowing extra saliva to drip
into wounds knowing it would heal them.
Even with Oz's slightest touch Graham started to moan and beg to be
bitten. The addiction, excitement, the pull of being a thrall kicked in as
Graham lost control in his now baser needs. The need to spiral, to be
consumed, to be needed, to give life all pulsed within Graham as he urged
Oz on.
Oz knew he had to hurry Graham's un-abandoned reaction was driving
him wild with his own need. The pheromones he was giving off were
calling directly to his beast, and if he let his beast be in control he'd be
mated to both of them within the hour. No, he couldn't let that happen,
they were being controlled from the affects of being a thrall. They didn't
know him much less like him, or want him. No matter what he was
starting to feel.
Oz took one last lick of one of the bite marks, and straddled himself over
Graham. Oz looked at the angry purple head of Graham's cock before
grabbing it, feeling the texture, the size, the way it pulsed in his hand,
Graham's heady scent, and the smooth slickness of his pre-come. Oz was
close it had to be now. Oz grabbed his own cock and started with long
steady strokes knowing he didn't have long. As he increased his tempo
Graham thrashed beneath him screaming his ecstasy, begging for him to
bite him. Oz soon realized though he was out of control Graham wouldn't
be able to come without being bitten. Oz knew he couldn't use the beast's
teeth without claiming him as a mate. Without further thought Oz reach
back toward one of the healing encrusted wounds, and using his blunt
teeth bit down re-opening the wound as he licked away the blood.
Graham howled his satisfaction as came all over his chest. Oz howled in
acceptance as he reached up pumping hard on his own cock until he was
covering Graham's jism with his own on his chest, and face marking the
man as his.
Oz watched as the man's breathing came down to normal, and knew he
was fast asleep; then reached up and nuzzled his face in the crook of
Graham's neck as he whispered, "Mine." After several deep breaths of
imprinting his scent Oz turned toward the other man laying next to them
fully clothed as he did so he whispered, "Guess you're next Riley."
End
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