Heat

Written by Angeljade

 Snyder was having a field day, stalking through the school grounds looking for students who were showing more skin than permitted. He'd handed out more detentions than ever before…he was on a roll. Devon McLeash had been the most satisfying so far. Devon had tried walking through the corridors wearing only a pair of tight shorts. But the best had yet to come. Snyder was on the look out for Buffy and her friends, sure he'd be able to catch at least one of them with indecent exposure.

*****

“Oh God…if it doesn't cool down soon I'm gonna die.” Xander complained, wishing he had the guts to take off his shirt like Oz had.

“Take it off.” Oz suggested, casually lying back in the shade.

Buffy and Willow both lay in the sun, only meters from the two boys, trying to get a better tan.

“Maybe it'd be okay if the school had an air conditioning system.” Buffy complained, adjusting her sunglasses.

“The hell with school rules and the fact everyone will laugh at me. I'm taking it off!” Xander declared, sitting up to remove his t-shirt.

Just as he threw it aside, he heard a familiar voice shouting from across the field.

“Harris, Osbourne…detention.” Snyder said with a satisfying smirk.

Buffy, Willow, Xander and Oz looked up at their principle with an unimpressed glare.

“Ah man, what are the odds?” Xander complained. “Have a heart, Snyder…it's too hot for school rules.”

“Tell it to a principle that cares.” Snyder mocked, happily. “Summers, Rosenberg…keep your tops on or else…”

Buffy tried to hide her smile and Willow giggled. “Will do, Sir!”

Xander grabbed his t-shirt and put it back on, muttering about illegal school rules while Oz just smiled. “Not gonna join me in suffering, Oz?”

Oz just shrugged. “Feels better off.”

Snyder walked away, ignoring the laughs coming from the girls.

“Keep your top on Will.” Buffy snickered.

“Awww, I was looking forward to striping off.” Willow joked. “Can't say I'd look as good as Xander though.”

“Hey!” Xander moaned from the shade. “Pale is in.”

Buffy looked over and raised an eyebrow. “It will be if Snyder has his way.”

“Evil man.” Willow muttered. “How can he stand to wear that many clothes in this weather?”

Buffy grinned. “Look, here's Giles. Lets ask the expert.”

“Giles!” Willow smiled as she sat up to greet him.

Xander and Oz were quick to follow suit.

“Hello all. Enjoying the weather I see.” Giles pointed out.

“Not so much with the enjoying.” Xander complained. “Oz and I just got busted by the sunbathing nazi.”

Giles looked at the girls for an explanation.

“Snyder's on patrol.” Buffy said.

“We've got the pleasure of his company after school.” Oz chimed in.

Giles nodded. “Ah, I see. Fortunately there's no need for us to all meet today.”

“Good old Giles. Always looking at the bright side.” Xander commented.

“I was merely stating…oh, never mind.” Giles sighed. “Buffy, you'll still patrol tonight, won't you?”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Wouldn't miss it for the world.”

“Right. Good. I shall see you all tomorrow then.” Giles said, turning to leave. “Enjoy your detention, boys.”

“Oh we will.” Oz smiled.

“Oz?” Willow called over. “Can you pass my water, please?”

Oz reached in her backpack and retrieved the semi-cold bottle of water, passing it over. “Breaks almost over. Think we can make it through class?”

“I vote we do an apocalypse drill. We should really practice more for the real thing.” Buffy suggested.

Xander frowned. “And that would entail…?”

“Mostly sunbathing, drinking cold drinks and perhaps even some skinny dipping in the lake.” Buffy added with a smile.

“I like that plan.” Xander cheered.

Willow sighed. “Would be great, but I for one am not going near that lake after that thing we killed last month. I really don't wanna run into more of those things.”

“She has a point.” Oz nodded. “Perhaps we should join the swim team instead.”

“Nah, once was enough for me.” Xander dismissed. “Looks like we're doomed to attend class on the hottest day of the year.”

“Weather report says it gets hotter tomorrow.” Willow told him.

“Dammit!” Xander complained.

“It's Saturday tomorrow.” Oz reminded him with a little smile.

Xander 's expression changed dramatically. “There is a God!”

“You seeing Angel tonight?” Willow asked Buffy, suddenly. “'Cause I was thinking, we could all hang out…and ya know, help with patrolling…”

“Angel's being all avoid-y at the moment. And it doesn't help that I am too. We're both kinda taking a break. So I'd love the company. Sure you guys don't mind?” Buffy asked.

“I'm out. Practice tonight.” Oz told them.

“You could join us after.” Willow suggested.

“I'll pass. I have things to do.” Oz explained.

Willow tried to hide her hurt look, but Buffy caught it. She smiled reassuringly. Since Oz's decision to forgive Willow's cheating, Willow had been taking everything the wrong way. Every little thing scared her into thinking Oz was still mad at her. It was awkward all round.

“Well…” Xander said, quickly filling the silence. “Lets get moving. Don't wanna miss class.”

“Since when were you into being on time for history?” Buffy asked.

“Since our supply teacher looks like Heather Locklear.” Xander grinned.

“Xander, you really do think about one thing and one thing only.” Willow prodded him playfully.

“I'll see you later.” Oz said, kissing Willow's cheek and taking off the other way.

Willow watched him leave.

“Hey, come on Will. It's nothing to do with what you think it has to do with.” Buffy told her. “You know Oz…he's…Oz.”

Willow tried to smile. “Yeah, I know.”

*****

Oz loved the heat. He could almost imagine being in a hot country, across the other side of the globe. Since his trip to Egypt with his parents, aged 13, Oz had sworn he'd travel one day. With his band of course. Music always came first.

The rehearsal went badly and Oz had to wonder if they'd ever actually learn to play their instruments properly. But they enjoyed it and it was all that mattered. Their groupies seemed to like the music, so it wasn't all bad.

He dropped Devon home last, before driving himself home. As he neared his house, he saw a dark figure walking down the street. The face came into view and he stopped the van, winding down the window. “Hey.”

Angel looked up, surprised to see Oz's face. “Oz.”

“You going anywhere interesting?” Oz asked, out of politeness more than anything.

Angel shrugged.

“Oh. Watching Buffy, huh?”

Angel didn't answer.

“Want a lift?” Oz offered.

“I'll walk.” Angel replied. “But thanks.”

Oz went to do the window back up, but Angel began to speak again.

“She doesn't…I mean, how did you know…?” Angel asked, awkwardly.

Oz smiled. “Jump in.”

Angel hesitated, before climbing in the passenger seat and searching for the belt.

“You have to dig for it…” Oz explained.

Angel managed to locate it and quickly pulled it across, snapping it in place. “Thanks.”

“Home?”

“Yeah.”

Oz turned the van around and headed towards Angel's place.

“Does Buffy know?”

“Possibly.” Oz answered. “She doesn't talk about you.”

“Oh.”

“Not about that, anyway.” Oz corrected. “I just…know what it's like…”

Angel frowned.

“When Willow…when we weren't seeing each other, I watched her sometimes. At school. It hurt not to talk to her, but I couldn't stay away.” Oz explained.

Angel nodded. “I'm not spying on her. I just have to know she's okay.”

“She's dealing.” Oz told him. “How about you?”

Angel looked across. “Isn't this out of your way?”

“I didn't want any company tonight. But I don't mind you. It's not a constant fight to stop thinking about…” Oz broke off.

Angel didn't have to hear the rest to know what he meant. There was a solid silence between them, and Oz almost wished he'd bothered to put the radio on. He couldn't now, because it'd look as if he felt awkward. And he really didn't want Angel to know just how awkward he felt.

“Some heat wave we've got going.” Oz remarked, briefly looking up at the night sky as if he could see the source of the still overwhelming heat.

Angel shrugged. “Doesn't bother me.”

“I can see how it wouldn't.” Oz replied, simply.

“You…uh, wanna come in…for a drink? I have water.” Angel offered, lamely.

Oz paused, not sure it was the best idea to go in. Whenever he was around Angel, he had to stop himself staring at him. Something in the vampire's eyes drew him in. It didn't help that he could smell his own attraction, knowing full well Angel could too. “Sure.”

Sometimes his head didn't say the same thing as his mouth.

Angel smiled and got out, waiting for Oz to do the same before opening his door and walking inside silently.

Oz shut the front door carefully, afraid to make any sound. The place had this deathly calm about it. Almost made Oz feel at home.

“So…how about that drink?”

“Sounds good.” Oz replied, looking around.

Angel disappeared into another room, leaving Oz to casually study everything. It was so neat…so un-used. He tried to imagine Angel entertaining guests, but it was hard to picture anything. Angel wasn't exactly the social type.

Oz could respect that. Sometimes he thought about hiding himself away. Being a werewolf had changed him more than Willow could ever understand.

“Here you go.”

Oz turned around; surprised Angel had managed to sneak up on him. His senses were usually good at picking that kinda thing up. He took the glass of water. “Thanks.”

“So, is Buffy out with Willow tonight?” Angel asked, casually.

Oz nodded, sipping his drink. “Patrolling.”

“Oh.” Angel looked confused. “They looked dressed up…I thought maybe they were…going out.”

“Sometimes girls just dress up. Even for cemetery patrolling.” Oz told him.

Angel looked thoughtful for a moment. “Is she seeing anybody new?”

“Buffy? I don't think so. There was this thing with Scott that just didn't work out. I think she's still caught up on you.” Oz explained. “Are you seeing anybody?”

“Me?” Angel looked at him blankly.

Oz wished he'd never asked. Of course the answer was no. When you loved somebody, there was no need for anybody else…

God, how he wished he could believe that.

“Anybody else you've been seeing? Would like to see?” Oz pushed, not looking Angel in the eye.

There was a sordid silence between them.

Angel sat down and looked up at him. “I…couldn't love anybody else. I just…”

Oz's heart stopped as he sat down beside him on the couch, placing his drink on a nearby coaster on the coffee table.

“You have instincts now, right? Your wolf side has these instincts that you know weren't there before?” Angel asked.

Oz nodded. God, he knew about instincts. They controlled his every thought now. It was hard to overcome some of them…and now it occurred to him Angel knew exactly what that was like.

“I have those. Still. I thought with time they'd…go. My soul would keep them under control. It didn't. Then there was Buffy…and I thought if I loved her, that all my instincts would centre around her. But that didn't work either. Sometimes I just…”

Oz looked over, watching the hopelessness on Angel's face. “Just give in.”

“What?”

By the look of Angel's face, Oz thought maybe he'd got the theme of the conversation wrong. “What instincts?”

Angel tried to think of the best way to word his frustrations. “They say that a guy has needs, well…it's not true. Until you've got a demon…or a wolf…inside you, you don't know what need is. Sometimes I need to kill so badly I have to lock myself away and force it back down. I never told Buffy that…”

Oz tried to hide his disappointment, angry at himself for thinking that Angel could have meant anything else anyway. But when he tried to picture Willow, all he could see was Angel's hand grasping his jaw and pulling him into a prolonged kiss, so deep he could almost taste it.

“Then there's you.”

Oz looked at him, afraid his face was saying more than intended. “Me?”

Angel looked as if he was trying to stop himself from continuing, but it was too late to stop. “Can't you feel it? It's like my skin's on fire…I can't think straight. And I keep seeing…” Angel waited, half expecting Oz to run out in disgust.

“Us.” Oz finished for him. “Tangled together, so lost in our movements that we barely feel the intense heat burning across bare skin.”

Angel looked at him, the anticipation growing across his face. “We're not supposed to feel it…”

“No, we're not supposed to fight it.” Oz argued. “But we do. Because…”

“Of them.” Angel nodded.

“Right.” Oz agreed.

“I love Willow.” Oz stated out of the blue.

Angel looked at him before nodding in understanding. “I love Buffy.”

There was a moment where neither spoke, before Angel twisted to face him, leaning over, as their bodies got intensely close.

Oz simply looked up and kissed him, feeling the soothingly cold lips against his own.

It didn't sate the burning need, and neither had expected it to. There had to be more. And it was beyond their control now. It was stronger than them, and it pulled their bodies together like magnets, locking the kiss and sealing their fate with one simple movement.

Oz was the first to pull away, the heat unbearable with the added intensity of his desire. There was no way Angel couldn't sense how much he wanted this…needed it. He could see it in Angel's eyes; he didn't even need to use his senses.

They'd paused because they both knew it was wrong, but neither could say anything. Oz wanted to say they had to stop, that he'd see Angel later and that they should never talk about this again. But the words had no intention of escaping his lips.

Angel brought his hand up to Oz's chest, resting against the thin material of the worn band t-shirt. The touch was electric, a powerful feeling spreading through them. Angel couldn't last any longer and quickly pulled the t-shirt over Oz's head, throwing it to the side.

Oz's chest moved erratically with his breathing, his whole body was buzzing. He watched as Angel took his own shirt off, before they were back together, hands holding them closer than ever. They fell back on the couch, Oz's head landing painfully on the arm, missing the cushion by inches. But he couldn't stop, couldn't think about the pain…because Angel was pulling down his jeans, underwear following shortly after. As he felt the cool hand against his erection, he nearly died. “Shit, don't stop.”

Angel skilfully slid his hand up and down Oz's cock, each stroke making Oz's body move with delirious excitement. “You sure you want this?”

“Yeah.” Oz muttered, struggling to maintain control as each movement from Angel sent him closer to the edge.

Angel released Oz's cock to move away.

“I said yeah…” Oz frowned with confusion.

“We need…this.” Angel told him, rooting through a drawer of stuff on the other side of the room. “Never thought I'd use this…”

Oz's confusion fell as he saw what Angel held in his hand. “That makes two of us.”

“Want me to…?” Angel started.

“Yeah,” Oz finished, quickly. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take not touching Angel. He had to sit and watch Angel carefully applying lube across his own cock, wishing his hands could be the ones to be doing it, but letting Angel continue anyway.

“You ready for this?” Angel asked him, leaning back over, avoiding Oz's painfully obvious erection that matched his own.

Oz didn't need to answer, because Angel just knew. The pheromones in the room were intoxicating, mixed with the unique scents of both men and the added fragrance of pure sex. It was enough to drive the wolf inside wild, and Oz could see Angel was having trouble not pinning Oz down and fucking him with wild abandon.

Oz lay back as Angel's body moved over his, skin grazing against skin until Angel's lips gently pressed against Oz's neck, enjoying the shiver of fear that ran across Oz's exposed body. Angel's hands slid up Oz's arms, and into his hair as they kissed, their cocks pressed up against each other.

Oz's body jerked slightly as he felt a finger slide inside him. He looked up at Angel with confusion and arousal mixed on his face. He hadn't even realized Angel's hands had moved. More fingers were added, slowly, stretching him open, ready for the main event.

Before Oz could lose his will and beg for Angel to get inside him, the fingers were taken away and Angel placed his cock at Oz's entrance.

“Do it.” Oz demanded, desperately.

Easing inside, Angel groaned quietly. He couldn't believe with how tight it felt, Oz wasn't in pain. The boy just looked up at him, his eyes locked on Angel's. “You okay?”

“Just do it. I need this…” Oz begged.

Angel pushed further inside, feeling Oz's breathing quicken. He could feel the heat radiating from the boy under him, burning his chest like a crucifix. He began to thrust into Oz, craving the heat with every inch of his body.

Just as Angel's cock slammed into his prostate, sending a powerful surge of pleasure though him, a hand wrapped around his cock, bringing him off at the same time. Oz couldn't breathe, it felt so good. Every time Angel thrust into him, he could feel himself getting closer, until with an aggressive cry, he came in short bursts, cum landing across his chest.

Angel groaned as Oz's muscles tightened around his cock and he continued to fuck him with every bit of his restraint dissolved. As Oz's body shivered with post-orgasm pleasure, he felt his own rising inside of him and he came inside Oz with a withdrawn groan.

The silence that followed drew out as long as Oz's breathlessness. As he regained control over himself, he sat up. Angel climbed off him and started to grab for his clothes.

Oz dressed quickly, casually glancing over at Angel as he took his time.

“This can't…” Angel started.

“I know.” Oz replied, chucking Angel's shirt over to him.

“I didn't mean to use you like that, it's just been a really long time.” Angel explained, awkwardly.

“It's cool.” Oz said, showing no emotion on his face. “It's just the weather.”

Angel almost laughed. “They say heat waves can make you do stupid things.”

“And most of them involve a great lack of clothing.” Oz added, grabbing his things and heading for the door.

Angel watched him leave.

“I'll see you later.” Oz said, not turning around.

Angel quickly said the first thing that came into his head. “Take care.”

“Always do.” Oz replied, opening the door and walking out.

Angel waited until the door shut quietly, before heading into his room and finding a book to read. It was strange how things worked out sometimes.

End

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