Title: Invasion of Privacy (1/1)
Author: Queena
E-mail: thessulah@aol.com
Rating: NC-17
Summary: For one of those you would need a plot.
Disclaimer: They belong to Joss. You know the drill.
Author's Notes: Okay, this story doesn't really say much for Oz's character, or Buffy's for that matter. Of course, we all know Oz *has* to have a dark side and I'm just pretending that this is it.
WARNING: PWP, if you like a plot with your story than this ain't the place. Smutty trash, that’s what it is.

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Buffy stopped and caught her breath at the sight before her. She couldn't believe she hadn't heard the loud moans and breathy pleas before opening the door. Or maybe she had and she had needed to see it to confirm what she thought was going on behind the door. Of course, she knew what kind of things went on at these parties, but it still didn't prepare her for seeing first hand.

She had heard about him. Mostly just girl's room talk. Talk about what a good lover he was. Suprisingly very giving to his lovers, even though he was really in it for his own pleasure.

Her hand flew to her chest as her breathing began again, but very harsh. It was so hot in here. Plus, she had had a few too many of Oz's screwdrivers. Okay, three was too much for her. She was never very good with alcohol. "Oh, Devon," the girl beneath him moaned.

Buffy's tongue flew out to moisten her lips. Subconsciously, she knew she shouldn't be watching this. It was an invasion of privacy, but she couldn't pull her gaze away. She stared, enrapt by the smooth movement of the rise and fall of his hips. She swallowed hard as she felt a heat form between her legs. His hands gripped the girls hips, positioning her perfectly beneath him. Buffy's own hips tingled, as if she could almost feel his hands on *her*.

"There you are." The voice startled Buffy and she turned quickly. Still, in her fright, she had been careful not to make any noise, not wanting to alert the couples attention to her. Oz was at the end of the dim hall, moving closer to her, staggering a bit. He too had had a little too much to drink. Of course, he had been having a little too much to drink ever since the night that Willow had broken up with him. Buffy had worried about him. Even enough to insist that she go with him to this party to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. And here *she* was, very tipsy and watching this display. She was suddenly very ashamed of herself.

"What are you doing?" Oz asked as he neared her.

"Ssshhh," Buffy hissed, scared that Devon and his groupie might here him through the still cracked open door.

"Okay. Why are we whispering," Oz said swaying as he finally closed the distance between them. She watched as his brow furrowed. "Oh," he said simply. He leaned a bit to look over her shoulder through the slightly ajar door. Horrified at being caught, Buffy blushed and put her hands on his chest to try and push him down the hall and away from the door.

Oz took her hand and resisted her attempts to push him away from the door. His interest was peaked. He could hear the tell-tale sounds of sex coming from the room. The door was slightly ajar and he could imagine what Buffy was doing. He used her hand to pull her close to the door again. She tried to tug her hand away, but he hand a firm hold on it. Leaning forward a bit, Oz looked through the cracked door at the couple in bed.

"Oz," Buffy pleaded in a hushed voice. "Let's go. Come on." Oz ignored her and pulled her to his side. She looked down the hall nervously, afraid someone might catch them. Tightening his hold on her hand, Oz pulled Buffy so that she was standing directly in front of him. She bit her lip to hold back the cry of surprise.

"Buffy, watch," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath hitting her skin and causing an unexpected tingle. She shook her head fervently and tried to move away, but Oz wrapped both arms around her waist and held her tightly. Buffy shifted uncomfortably as she felt the rise and fall of his chest pressed against her back. His hands splayed against her stomach and she brought her own hands up to half-heartedly try to remove them.

"Listen to her," Oz whispered in her ear once again. "She loves it."

Buffy turned her head away, trying to avoid the urge to look back. Oz moved his head and rested her chin on her right shoulder. Now either she would have to look back or continue staring into Oz's eyes, with his stubbly cheek pressed against her own. She looked back. She couldn't take Oz's open stare. And the physical contact was making her head spin.

Devon's hips continued to rise and fall and the same rhythm, with the girl rising up to meet each of his thrusts. Her moans drifted to Buffy's ears and she let her head fall back against Oz's shoulder. Why was she doing this. She knew that if she wanted to stop this, she could. However, she stayed.

She continued to watch the lovers through her eyelashes, her eyes half-closed. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. She was very aware of Oz's body pressed against her. A cry rose in her throat as he pressed closer to her and she felt his hardness against her bottom. She gritted her teeth, determined not to let the couple hear her. "When was the last time you had a guy touch *you* like that, Buffy?" Oz asked in a voice that was barely audible. His hands started rubbing lazy circles over her flat abdomen.

The answer came out of nowhere. "Too long."

Oz's hands went further up until one thumb caressed over one of her erect nipples. Buffy's eyes closed tightly at the sensation that wracked her body. "I can touch you, Buffy. Do you want me to touch you?" Buffy couldn't speak. How do she answer a question like that? Especially, when she herself didn't know the answer. Her deprived body was screaming "YES!", but the small part of her mind that was still functioning was telling her "No, you have to stop this before it goes too far."

Without even knowing she was doing it, she nodded. A small movement that most people wouldn't notice, but being so close, Oz recognized it. "Open your eyes," he commanded as his hands ran teasingly over her stomach. It seemed to take all her strength to pry her eyes open, but she did. And when she did, she was rewarded with a beautiful sight. Devon had sat up and pulled the girl onto his lap so that she was bouncing on top of him, begging to whatever gods for her release.

Buffy was so hypnotized by this, that she forgot about Oz for a moment. However, her attention was again brought back to him when his warm mouth came down on her shoulder. Small shivers of pleasure ran up and down her spine, as Oz moved small sucking kisses from her shoulder, up and over her neck. When he sucked her earlobe into his mouth, Buffy let out a soft moan of pleasure. "Do you like that?" Oz asked in her ear, and again sucked the lobe into his mouth.

Buffy's only response was a quietly uttered, "Oh, God." She felt Oz smile against her neck. "Pretty, isn't it?" he asked her about the two glistening bodies entangled with each other in the other room. Both completely unaware of their presence, and if they weren't then they obviously didn't care.

Oz again pressed his erection to Buffy's backside. His hands sliding over her stomach. One came up to cup her right breast as the other went down to trace the skin just above the waistband of her skirt. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked her.

Buffy's head was spinning, different thoughts swimming around. "No, you can't, this is Oz" "But it feels so good." "I want to feel like her. I want to feel what she's feeling." Oz pinched her hard nipple between two fingers and that sealed it for her. She shook her head slowly. "Don't stop." This she said aloud.

Encouraged by her words, Oz let his hand slip into the waistband of her skirt. Over Buffy's shoulder, he watched his best friend with a girl whose name he probably didn't even know. He was getting pleasure from her, but he doubted it would be as much pleasure as he could get from Buffy. A girl he knew. A friend. His hand slid over the silk of her panties to cup her sex and she pushed forward against his hand. She was drunk. He'd probably feel really bad about this in the morning, but right now he was enjoying her little sounds of pleasure far too much to stop.

Buffy bit the inside of her cheek as Oz pressed the silk of her panties into her swollen clit. She cried out when he pulled his hand away, only to slip it into her panties. His finger flicked her slippery clit and she felt her knees go weak with pleasure.

They both watched the other couple as Oz sped his ministrations on Buffy's clit. Her hips began rocking against his hand, eager for her own release. Oz moved his hips along with hers, getting a little bit of friction against his painful erection. Long, deep moans of pleasure came from Buffy as the pressure built up. There was a heat deep in her stomach, her eyes drifting shut then open again to see Devon grab the shoulders of the girl and slam up against her. The girl threw her head back and let out a strangled scream of pleasure. Just as the girl came, Oz tilted Buffy's face with his free hand and caught her scream in his mouth with a kiss. He felt her knees quivering and then give out. His arms tightened around her to keep her standing against him as she came.

Removing his hand from Buffy's panties and skirt, he pulled back, dragging her away from the still open door. Still in a daze, Buffy allowed him to drag her backwards into a room. When her head was clear enough to think, she looked around, she noticed that he had pulled he into a bathroom. It was dimly lit by a nightlight over the counter.

Not removing his arms from around her, Oz circled her so that he was standing in front of her. He pulled her tightly against him and she felt his hard cock, prodding her thigh. A new wave of lust hit her. She felt empty and thought she wouldn't ever get rid of that feeling if she didn't have him inside her-now.

Catching her lips in a heated kiss, Oz pushed her back until she hit the counter behind her. Moving his hands down her back, he cupped her ass and lifted her off her feet. Setting her down on the counter, Oz moved his hands to the sides of her panties. Eagerly, Buffy pushed her ass off of the counter to aid him in removing her panties. With the small barrier gone, Oz positioned himself between her legs, rubbing his denim encased cock against her wet sex. Buffy's hands gripped his upper arms as he suckled lovingly on the nape of her neck. "Oz," she pleaded, between breaths.

Tired of his teasing, Buffy moved her hands between them to quickly release his button fly. Pushing his pants down, along with his boxers, she tried to look down. She wanted to see it. She had never seen one in person before. Not even Angel's. "Hold on," Oz said, stepping back a bit. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and allowed her to watch as he put it on.

When he stepped back between her legs, Buffy could feel her stomach swimming in anticipation. She hadn't had sex since she had been with Angel. She hadn't even wanted to have sex with anybody but Angel. But she wanted this. And with Oz. This was weird.

"Buffy, are you okay? Do you want me to stop?" Oz asked with a sudden look of worry on his face. Buffy quickly shook her head and arched towards him. When her wet outer lips brushed against the head of Oz's engorged cock, he groaned and let his head fall against her shoulder. Taking himself in his hand, he guided the head to her entrance. Gripping her hips, he pushed in to the hilt. Buffy squeaked at a twinge of pain. "Are you okay?" Oz asked before continuing. Buffy just wrapped her legs around his waist and used them to pull him closer to her. The pain quickly ceased and she could feel the pleasure building up as Oz pumped inside her at a slow rhythm.

"Faster, please," Buffy pleaded, as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him as tight to her as she could without crushing his ribs. He complied with her request and moved faster and harder. She listened to the sound of their lower bodies slapping together and everything that was happening finally registered. She was having hard sex with her best friend's ex-boyfriend in a bathroom at a party. It was wrong and dirty and she was loving every second of it.

"Touch me, touch me," she gasped out and tried to grind her clit against his pelvis for some friction. She had to slack up on her hold of him to allow his hand between their bodies, but when he touched her clit, it was worth it. She exploded in orgasm, shouting Oz's name. With her vaginal walls clenching around him, Oz quickly followed her over the edge, pumping into her a few more times.

Buffy fell back against the mirror, the faucet of the sink digging into her lower back, but she paid it no mind as a small smile of contentment crawled across her face. Oz rested his head in between her breasts as he tried to catch his breath. The head of his now flaccid member still inside of her. He was the first to recover. He lifted his head and looked into Buffy's face. Her eyelids fluttered open as she could feel his gaze on face. He gave her a little smile, afraid that she might be upset. That she might have come to her senses and was pissed. She smiled back at him and put him at ease.

Oz pulled back, slipping out of her. He heard what he thought might have been a moan of disappointment. As he removed the condom and tossed it in the toilet, Buffy pulled her skirt back down. "Uh, I uh..." Buffy didn't know what to say.

"Do you have to go to the bathroom?" Oz asked as he tucked himself away and buttoned his pants back up.

"Uh, yeah," Buffy said, blushing a bit. She didn't know what this was going to do their relationship, but right now she didn't care. She really had to pee.

"I'll uh, I'll just wait for you downstairs," Oz said, running his fingers through his already disheveled hair.

When he left the bathroom and closed the door behind him, he jumped a bit to see Devon leaning against the wall next to the door. He had a small smile on his face and his hands were shoved deeply in his pockets. With his wolfy senses Oz could smell the strong scent of sex and he wondered if it came from him or Devon. He figured it was both.

"Dev," Oz greeted and looked back at the bathroom door. He hoped that Devon hadn't guessed who he had been in there with.

"Hey, Oz," Devon said pushing himself away from the wall, his smile broadening. "Let's go get a beer." He said and slapped Oz on his back. As they headed down the hall Devon turned to Oz and asked, "So, did ya enjoy the show?"

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The End