Angel was still sleeping when Oz swung his legs out from under the duvet and
got up. The guitarist decided to leave him to slumber; he would have a busy
few days ahead. Xander's bachelor party was that day, and the wedding was
the next, and Angel was to be an honoured guest at both. Oz still hadn't
decided if he was going to the wedding, let alone Xander's Party, but after
what Xander had said that morning he doubted that he would be welcome at
However, one thing was clear. He needed to speak to Xander himself. Sort it
out once and for all. First, though, he needed to wash. He wandered through
to the en-suite shower room and turned the dial, lukewarm water coursing
down his body. He stood like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the feel
of the water on his skin. He was about to stop, and grab one of the little
sachets of shampoo the hotel provided, when he felt a hand on his side, and
Angel's lips gently caressing his neck. The hand tickled, and Oz flinched,
smiling. Angel's grip tightened, and his teeth scraped along the taut skin
at Oz's shoulder. Another hand moved round to Oz's front, moving up the
werewolf's torso to his chest, squeezing the sensitive nub that it found. Oz
let out a gasp of pleasure, and bent his head back so that his mouth could
meet with Angel's, but the head was no longer there. The fingers slipped
down through the short blonde hairs that ran down the centre of his body, to
the little hollow on his stomach, just above the little trail of fur which
led to his now very stiff cock. For a few seconds nothing happened, and
there was just the sound of the water and of Oz's breathing. Then Angel's
tongue snaked into the hollow between his legs to lick the puckered opening
within. The smaller man gave a strangled shout that was as much surprise as
it was pleasure. He threw a hand against the cool tiles on the wall to
steady himself as his knees buckled to the new sensation.
Moaning softly as Angel's tongue sent fireworks off in his mind, Oz put a
hand along his length, desperate for release, only for Angel to bat it away.
The licking stopped and Oz felt Angel stand up and loom over him again. The
redhead turned round in the jet of water and looked up at the vampire's
face, beads of water trickling down his forehead, and then reached up to
pull Angel's lips to his. The two embraced, and Oz felt Angel's erection
against his skin. A thought crossed his mind and the smaller man grabbed one
of the shampoo sachets. Ripping it open he smeared some of the goo onto his
hand. Angel raised an eyebrow, then, realising what Oz intended, the vampire
reached into the bathroom to where his little toiletries bag sat on a small
shelf between the shower and a sink. He rummaged around in it and pulled out
a small foil packet. He tore that open and unrolled the condom onto
himself. Meanwhile Oz used the shampoo to lubricate himself, then coated
Angel with what was left. The werewolf jumped up and wrapped himself around
Angel, and with a little shifting of position was able to ease himself onto
the larger man. Oz tried to move up and down on Angel, and was rewarded by
appreciative grunts from his partner. Angel wasn't very good at keeping his
balance, however, and staggered slightly as Oz got more enthusiastic,
bouncing the smaller man off the tiled wall.
"Let's move this into the bedroom."
"I'm not going to be blamed for your damp sheets."
Angel silenced Oz with another kiss then carried him through to the bed, and
lay on his back, leaving Oz on top.
"I like this better."
"I thought I told you to shut up. It isn't usually a problem."
Oz just grinned, and kissed Angel again, letting his fingers explore Angel's
chest. He looked into the vampire's eyes and opened his mouth to say
Then he remembered what happened the last time he said that to someone, and
closed it again. But it didn't change what he felt in his heart.
Some thirty minutes later the maid stopped at the room opposite Angel's to
change the sheets when she heard two orgasmic moans. She snickered, and
then tutted when she realised she'd have to change those sheets too...
Oz finished his shower, and dressed. After splashing a little cold water on
his face, he stole some of Angel's copious supplies of mousse and smoothed
his hair into the traditional spiky style. Moving back through to the main
room, he looked at the dozing vampire, wrapped in damp bedclothes. Under
his breath he whispered, "I love you," before heading out of the door. He
didn't see the faint smile that crossed Angel's lips.
Willow Rosenberg sipped her coffee and looked out from under the umbrella
that shaded her table at the bustle of Sunnydale. Her mother was saying
something about flowers, but Willow stopped listening when she saw a figure
slope through the crowds.
"Oz..." she said, and dropped her cup.