Warnings: Strong N/C content, pseudo-bestiality, h/c, m/f, m/m, blood.

Blood Lust.

Willow felt the sticky, sliding feeling that meant that she had to go change her protection and checked the creature in the cage one last time as she stood up. "You've been so good tonight," she told her boyfriend, grabbing her purse on the way out of the library.

She didn't see his head come up or the enraged look that came over his face as he started to rattle the cage door hard.

She walked into the bathroom on the second floor, the closest one with actual soap and paper towels, and went into the stall to use it. She pulled down her pants and underwear, taking off her pad and removing her tampon. She jumped up as the outer door crashed open, she was alone in the school! She pulled her feet up under her so no one looking under the door would see them and waited for whoever was breathing heavy on the other side of the flimsy metal door to go away.

The door burst open and she screamed, Oz was standing there, looking at her. She whimpered in fear as he moved closer, sniffing her. She started to cry as his tongue came out to lick her face, trying to get away from him. She screamed again as the tongue moved down to what he'd been tracking.

Her blood.

When she kept trying to take the blood away from him, he picked her up and tossed her out into the main room of the bathroom, following her as she backed up into a corner. He started trying to get to what he wanted again, his tongue coming out to bathe the area he wanted. She pushed him away, curling up a different way to protect herself and he growled, batting her in the head. She lay on her side, dazed, and he went back to what he had been doing, mopping up her mating scent with his tongue.

Willow came to and screamed as she saw his fuzzy head between her legs. Then her aroused body made its presence known and she stopped, moaning as his ever-talented tongue ran into her engorged clit. She didn't know why she got so sexual during her cycle but now she was more than ready to indulge him. As long as he stayed with the licking. She moved her legs apart some to give him better access to her core, and he growled softly, licking harder as the blood started to mix with her other juices, showing how ready she was. She moved her body out away from the corner, laying down in front of him, opening herself fully for him.

He moved his furry body fully between her legs, stretching out as he enjoyed the taste of her oncoming orgasm, lapping harder as the taste became more mating worthy. He howled as her legs tightened around his head and the juices flowed over his snout, and she howled with him, making him very happy. He lapped some of the juices up then got to his paws, looming over her. He licked her face, not at all surprised when she kissed him back, sucking on his tongue.

"Gee, Oz is still in there, huh," she said, running a hand over his stomach, not afraid of him now. "You do that same thing after eating me." She smiled and licked the fur around his face. "Want more? I could go for that." She looked down his body as his penis came out of its sheath then back into his yellow eyes, blinking. "You want *that*?" He just growled, claiming what was his with a strong thrust. "OZ!" she screamed, arching up into him. She panted as the pain receded, petting him as he thrust into her. She lay there, letting him do it, starting to like it more and more with each deep stroke. "I hope you're like this human," she muttered, pushing back up onto him. He panted and licked her neck, spreading the blood still in his mouth around on her skin. "Yeah, mark me, claim me!" she called, really getting into it, thrusting as hard as he was. He continued to lick her tenderly, mopping up her sweat and scent as he pounded into her. He came with a small sigh and licked across her lips. She growled at him, still pushing back on him. "Come on," she swore, "just a little more and you can sleep."

She rolled them over, sitting herself back down on her boyfriend's still hard cock to ride him. She wrapped her body as far around him as she could, enjoying the big teddy bear feeling she was getting from him. She screamed as she came again and threw her head back. That's when she saw him.

Xander.

He was standing in the doorway.

Watching.

Mouth open.

Sweating and panting.

Hard.

She got up, sliding off her mate with a small suction sound and walked over to him. "He found me," she said seductively, her voice still hoarse from yelling her completion twice. "He tracked my blood, the sign of my womanliness." He nodded and his body shifted enough to let the door close so she reached behind him and locked it. "Xander, share this with me," she whispered, taking one of her fingers and wetting it in herself before running it over his lips. She watched his eyes for the fight to not taste the menstrual fluid and cum mixture but in the end, his tongue came out and licked a little off. "Share it with me," she said, running the finger down his body and over the growing bulge. "Did you like watching me do that?" she whispered, kissing him, tasting herself and Oz on his mouth. "It could be you."

He cleared his throat. "Will, he's your mate, I'm not even part of his pack." She laughed lightly as she ripped his shirt open at the collar. "Will?" he asked, suddenly scared. "Are you all right?" She nipped at his chest, licking up the trail of sweat down the middle of it. "Will," he said, pushing her away by a few inches. "Answer me. Are you okay?"

She just smiled and reached down to pet the furry creature trying to taste her again. "Of course," she said finally. "And I'll stay this way. Share it with me," she said again, pulling Oz's head away from her cunt and pointing at her best friend. "Share him with me." He shook his head, backing up but running into the door. "Yes, Xander, share him with me. Share the love." She walked closer pulling him to her by his belt, which she undid. "Come on, try it for me. You'll like it." She unzipped his jeans, leaving the button still done, and reached for her inner body again, coming back with more of the mixture as she pulled his cock out with one hand to slide the wetness over it. "He'll like you just as much after I ready you."

"I'm not like that," he said, shutting his eyes and trying to back away from this demented figment that looked like her. His Willow would never do this, not ever and not to him. He felt the slimy, warm mixture on his body and then felt the cool breath on the same part. He looked down, seeing Oz smelling him. "No," he said weakly, terrified of being bitten. "Get him off me, Willow, now. I don't want this." She laid a messy finger across his lips, smiling. Then the tongue hit him.

"Yes, you do. I know you do. That's why you reacted when you saw me getting what you think should be yours," she said, seducing him with the quiet words, using all the knowledge she had of him against him as she moved back and sat down to watch. "You want what I just had, Xander, admit it. You want that hot body over yours, the fur stroking over your back, the big furry body dominating you as he takes you places you've only dreamed of." He shook his head. "Oh, but I know you do. Otherwise you wouldn't be hard."

"Hormones," he panted, trying to get away from the tongue caressing him. "Get him off, Will, now." He looked into her eyes and knew it was a lost cause but he had to try, for him. "Please, Will, I... I don't want him like this. I don't want furry things."

"Xander, I know you do. You used to steal my teddy bear to have sex with you. And don't even protest, I used to lick him clean and have him do the same." She smiled, bending down to kiss her boyfriend's head. "Now you can have it even better. A living teddy bear, just for us." She smiled at him from her position on the floor. "Let me give it to you. No one has to know, we'll forget this in the morning. This will be one of those lost nights that you can bring back when you're desperate for something other than your drama queen ho."

His eyes rolled back in his head as Oz took his cock into his snout. "See, I knew you wanted it." She flipped open the button, pushing his jeans and boxers down, steadying him as she lifted his feet out of the heavy material and tossed them aside. She did the same for his shoes and shirt, tossing them in a corner. Then she shifted until she was on her knees, sitting on them, legs spread for easy access. She took one of her hands and reached down between her legs, gathering up some of the copious fluid and reaching behind him to spread it between his cheeks. She kissed his stomach as she slipped a finger inside, going back repeatedly for more of the sticky fluid. He was crying by the time she was done, but she was sure it was in excitement so she went in with her thumb, stretching him. "Shh, baby, you'll be fine. I'm making the way good for him," she told him quietly, soothing him with her voice as she slipped a finger in with her thumb, working them hard to open him. "Such a tight space," she said. "I'm sure it'll feel so good around his cock." She worked the tense muscles as much as she could, going back for more fluid and adding it as she thought necessary. By the time he was ready, she had him well opened and her wolf would be able to get in there easily.

She led her best friend to the middle of the floor, pushing him to his knees. "Xander, let him love you," she whispered as she nudged his knees apart with her feet. "Just let him do what he wants to and I know you'll enjoy it as much as I have." She stepped back, watching Oz walk over to where the young man was kneeling, waiting, eyes closed tightly.

Xander felt the first tentative lick to his hole and shuddered. He started to hyperventilate, fighting to breathe as the mobile tongue entered him and the furry body nudged him over. He went with the pushing on his back, bending down. He heard Willow's voice but couldn't make out the words, his mind far, far away thinking about teddy bears. He felt the fuzzy head become insistent between his legs, and his thighs were pushed apart by human hands. He didn't fight it, not sure if he could now, the feelings the tongue were creating were too intense. He felt the slick hair move up his back and whimpered as Oz breathed on his neck. He felt the entry and cried out in pain, trying to move away from the hard thing entering him. "No," he said, but he was caught and brought back as an offering.

That's what he was. He was an offering to the wolf spirit. Like Ampata had been. Chosen to give this part of himself up to the furry body pounding into him. He relaxed and went with it, his mind working on that assumption now and over-riding all others. He pushed back tentatively, expecting to be bitten or at least slapped but all he got was more wolf. Across his back, rubbing just like the teddy bears in his head did. Inside him, riding him like that little machine he had gotten out of his mother's catalog did. Encircling him with his body as he rode him hard, no hint of the tenderness he knew the real Oz would use on him.

He let his mind go, just feeling it for now. He never heard Willow leave or heard Giles shouting in the hall at her to go back to the library. He no longer heard anything but the heavy panting in his ear and the slick sliding of the fur against his sweaty skin. One of the strong arms wrapped around his chest, holding him and he sighed in relief, allowing the wolf to hold him up. "Thanks," he said softly and came, passing out immediately.

Oz came with a howl, throwing his head back and proclaiming this person his as he marked him with his scent. He pulled away from this new mate, backing away as he looked at him. He saw the blood so licked at it, mopping it and his own taste up.

That's how Giles found them. He cringed, shooting the werewolf with the tranquilizer dart, then turned and locked the door, walking over to his charge. "Xander," he said softly, visually inspecting him for bites or wounds that might have gotten wolf saliva in them. The young man looked up at him and blinked. "Xander, come on, we've got to get you up and out of here," he said, going to the pile of clothes. He dressed the boy, holding in his own emotions as he did so.

"Teddy bears?" Xander asked, confused, as he was helped out of the room.

Giles kissed his cheek. "I'll get you one later," he promised, turning and putting a hand over the lock, saying a few words of magic to turn the mechanism. "He'll get out and come see me," he told the younger man. "Come on, I've got a safe place set up, I'll take you there." He led the teen out to his car, getting him settled. Even he could smell the boy's prior activity and it made him sick, but he had to take care of him. From the looks of things, this wasn't his choice and the one whose it was would pay. He would see to it.

***

Xander woke up on a very soft bed, very clean feeling, and totally naked. He clutched the soft sheets to his chest, looking around the high-ceilinged space. "Where am I?" he asked himself. He rolled to his side and winced at the pain in his rear. "And what happened?" He closed his eyes, and visions of Willow and a furry Oz flashed across his inner vision. He cringed, watching the replay of last night, as much as he could remember. "I'll kill her," he promised.

"No," Giles said, walking in with a tray, "you won't, but she will be dealt with." He held the door for Oz to walk in. "Do you mind if we all talk about what happened?"

"I'm sorry," Oz said. "I don't know what went on."

"Willow," Xander said softly. "She told me you tracked her blood." The older teen shuddered. "Gross thought?"

"Yeah, kinda." He lay down beside his friend. "Xander, I didn't want to hurt you," he said softly. "And I still don't. Tell me and I'll leave."

"No, wasn't you, was the wolf." He looked up at Giles. "Where is she?"

"Unconscious, chained to a wall across the way. She and Buffy both since she tried to stop me." He frowned. "Neither are hurt, just spelled." He set down the tray of cups and the plate of soft, soothing food. "Try to eat something, you'll need it for later." He sat on the foot of the bed, the only piece of furniture in the room besides a dresser and the small table. "Xander, had I known she ran that way, I would have kept her away from him."

"I heard her yell," Xander said quietly. "But she had this scary look in her eyes when she talked to me, almost demented or possessed."

"Yes, well, Oz bit her." He patted the werewolf's leg in sympathy. "We will separate you though, don't worry."

"She's not turning," he said, hugging his friend. "I walked near her and I didn't feel anything different about her." He shrugged. "Are *you* okay, Xan?"

"Yeah, fine. I did a mind thing with teddy bears." He picked at the food, then looked at his host. "Can we talk? In aloneness?" Giles nodded and left them alone in the room so he rolled over to face the older man. "Oz, I know it wasn't you but she did say some things that were true."

"Her teddy bear?" He got a small nod. "I read her diary earlier. It was in there." He hugged the younger man hard. "I'm sorry you had to go through that and I know about your past. Anything else is up to you, but I wouldn't mention it to the older guy, he's a bit provincial about some things." He looked over Xander's shoulder and grunted. "Well, you are."

"Yes, I may be, but I've always had this thing against hurting animals." Giles leaned over Xander's still form. "I read the diary too, trying to justify what she did, and if that is your decision, I'll not ostracize or criticize you for it. As long as you're able to make the decision." The younger teen nodded. "Now, we need to discuss a fitting punishment for her."

Oz glared. "She's mine. She used me to hurt others. The only one with a stronger claim is Xander."

"And while that may be true," Giles said, "I can spell someone to come take care of her so you don't have to be involved, none of us would." He gave him a look. "And we're still not sure that she won't turn."

"She won't," Xander said, then looked at him. "She's fertile during her period, right?" Both men shook their heads. "You might want to check that, she's off hormonally. She told me she was fertile right before her cycle." He shrugged. "And I have a 'whatever' feeling right now."

Oz nodded. "I'll let him decide unless it's to do nothing."

"See, we need a really bad vamp to come in and torture her but Angelus is gone again," he told the older teen with a small grin then groaned as he tried to move. "Hurts, why?" he gasped. Gentle hands helped him to his back. "Am I really badly hurt?"

"A few claw marks and a small tear," Oz told him. He curled up on his chest. "I'm really sorry."

"Say it again and I'll tickle you," he said weakly. That got a small Giles smile. "I know it wasn't you, Oz, you'd be a warm and tender lover, all sweet and nice and hard only when I wanted it." He looked at Giles. "Sorta like G-man there, he would be the same way."

Giles smiled. "Very true. A bit vanilla most of the time in relation to some of the group's kinks but still very warm and loving." He reached down to play with some of the dark hair. "And I'll only offer if you come to me." He stepped back. "Eat and drink, you need the calories." He turned and walked out.

Oz looked up at Xander. "You really see me like that?"

"Yup, you were mostly nice while you were turned too, it was the blood I think." He grimaced. "So gross."

"Giles said you had some extra blood."

"She used her own to 'ready me' as she called it. It hurt so much..." He choked up, clutching his friend to his chest, all of last night hitting him now. "She used our friendship against me," he whispered when he was calm again, the older teen having just petted him until he was ready to talk. "She used her knowledge of what we have together against me and I hate her for it."

"That's normal," Giles said as he slipped into the bed behind Xander and held him too. "It was her bad, as you'd say, nothing you did was wrong."

"I remember hitting her," Oz said quietly. Giles shook his head. "You sure?"

"Absolutely. I had someone come in and check her over. There's no trauma from that. Or from what you did to her. Small tear but that's it." He grimaced. "He's right," he mouthed. "I just talked to the doctor and he said she might be pregnant." The older teen growled and Xander started, pushing back into his arms. "Shh, I'm sorry, just sharing some news with Oz. Calm down now." He stroked over the exposed chest, going in little circles as he would with his fussy nieces and nephews. "Shh, Xander, you're well protected and the wolf won't get you unless you want him to." He shuddered. "I'd like not to think of that or Buffy's burgeoning necrophilia if we might not discuss it around me."

Xander turned his head to look at the older man. "She is?"

"Vampires are technically dead," Oz reminded him. "And she's drawn to them sexually. I don't think a warm person would work for her anymore." He shuddered. "I don't even want to think about this, thank you." He buried his head in the younger man's shoulder, sniffing him. "I've got to go to the cage, it's about two hours from now."

"The door's still off," Giles noted. "I haven't had a chance to go fix it." He looked at Xander. "He could stay here if you'd be all right with the subject." He got a small nod. "Thank you. Oz, two rooms over is a room with chains on the wall. Feel free to use it. Even Buffy can't get out of them." He smiled. "I know she can't. I've had her hitched in there for training."

Xander snorted. "Did she enjoy it?"

"Very much so." Giles hugged him to his chest. "Rest now. We'll go see what we can't do to her soon enough."

"Like his suggestion. We need a torturer vamp who'll teach her the lesson," Oz said. He rolled onto his back bringing both of them with him. "Spike might do. Could you spell him?"

"Certainly, I've done it before." Giles had a wicked little Ripper smile. "Ethan and I both have." He hugged the injured man close for a few seconds then let him lay on his friend. "Let me go do that. He's in town I know." He started to get up but Xander held him still. "I won't let him kill her, just reciprocal punishment. A theory I've often favored."

"I don't want her hurt that much, just taught a lesson."

Giles leaned down and kissed him, showing how right he was earlier. "I know, I'll discuss it with him once he's under the spell." He removed the hand from his wrist and walked back out, closing the door silently.

Xander looked at his friend. "Wow."

"Tell me about it. You two looked hot." Oz snorted, waving a hand down his front. "See?"

"Yeah, I do." The younger man rolled on top of his friend. "I'm not her friend anymore."

"That's okay, I'm not the boyfriend. But I'll miss having someone to look at me in awe." He rubbed through the dark hair. "Want to become a groupie?"

"Sure," Xander said, laying his head down in the middle of his chest. "Just don't expect me to write you poetry. I've given up that bad habit."

"You can write Giles poetry, I'm sure he'd like that." The younger man raised his head. "I won't mind either."

"You sure?"

"Yup, I'm too busy to be exclusive. The band, school, wolf, college coming, tour this summer to plan, Giles to fuck into the next world. You to fuck me into the next world."

"I'd sorta like that to happen to me," Xander said quietly. "After I'm not sore."

"Shh," Oz told him. "We'll work that out when you're better and yeah, you were going to get it too. I'm one horny little guy. Just ask Devon." That got a small a small look of awe. "Yes, him. I broke him in and showed him all about women." He grinned, hugging his soon-to-be lover. "And men."

***

Xander looked in the room where the fuzzy creature was, walking in hesitantly. He sat down out of its reach, looking at him. He let the pain of what happened last night flow out of his mind, out his fingers, not watching as they scratched the floor until his fingers bled. He didn't move until Giles touched his shoulder, then he tried to bat the hand away.

"It's all right, he won't hurt you." The older man helped the younger up, walking him closer to the wolf's range. He held out one of the teen's hands, waiting while the wolf walked over and sniffed him. "See? I noticed earlier, while you were sleeping, that he's reacting favorably to your scent." He let the younger man go, watching as he walked closer to the furry body, reaching a hand out to pet him. Oz pounced on him, knocking him down to lick as much of him as he could reach, not using his weight to hold him down.

"He remembers," the younger man said quietly, reaching up to pet the apologetic head. "Yeah, hi," he whispered. "It's nice to meet you too. Are you okay?"

"Just a bit on the hungry side," Giles told him. "One steak wasn't enough to blunt his hunger." He walked over then stepped quickly back as the growling started. "Ah, he's marked you as his."

Xander looked over his shoulder. "Does that mean he likes me?"

"Very much I believe," Giles answered. "Come, you need to see what's been done to her. She witnessed your attack so you get to witness hers." He waited until his arms were filled to bend down and kiss him again. "Whatever you decide about him is right for you and I won't say a thing. I just won't watch those nights." That gave him a very relaxed body in his arms. "Just not this month, you're too hurt to do anything right now."

Giles walked them down the hall, showing him the room where Buffy was sleeping sitting up while chained to the wall with a vampire cleaning her period up. He cleared his throat and the young vampire looked up at him, very scared looking. "What are you doing?"

"She likes it," Xander whispered, wrapping an arm around his waist. "You said so."

"Unless she's able to give her consent, it's much the same as what Willow did to you."

"Then wake her up and tell her." Xander was left alone as the older man walked into the room and shut the door. Buffy's quiet words floated out but he didn't listen. He heard the squeal of delight and grinned, happy that he had made her so happy. Giles walked back out, distaste showing on his face. "She liked the idea?"

"Yes, she did." He shrugged and wrapped the younger man back into his arms. "Come, let's go witness her punishment, shall we?" He walked them down to a small staircase and up into a small observation room with smoky windows.

Below them, Willow was chained to a bar above her head and one between her feet, both bars strung from the nearest solid wall. The one linking her feet was chained to the floor but the one overhead had a small pulley attached and a very taut chain. Spike looked up and smiled, then down at his feeding youngster, kicking him on the bare ass.

She moaned as the mouth that was feeding off her was removed, opening her eyes to look at him. "That felt good," she whined.

"I'm sure it did, pet," he said, walking up to her. "But this is a punishment, not pleasure time." He ran a hand down her ass, slapping it a few times until she started to cry. "Now you get the picture." He nodded at the naked man, who looked a little like Xander from their viewing angle. The young vampire walked around behind her. "Do it now." Spike walked away, leaving the room by the sound of the slamming door. He soon joined them in the little room. "How's that? Not quite the same thing but close enough, eh?"

"It's fine," Giles told him with a mean smile. "Thank you for helping us with this."

"Hey, what she did, not even Angelus would do that to us." He frowned then looked at the young man. "Xander, I'm sorry for what she put you through."

"I wanted Oz to do that!" she yelled below them, crying as he pushed into her. "Oz!"

Xander nodded. "Thank you." He looked at the Master vampire. "Are you spelled or not?"

"Nope, just havin' fun." He smiled then walked down the stairs, whistling.

"I summoned him," Giles explained. "When he showed up, he had on a charm so it didn't work the first time. He asked what had happened and I told him she had forced Oz onto you." He rubbed over the tense back. "It's his way of getting back at his Sire for doing something similar to him to keep him subservient." He led him back down the stairs and back to the bedroom. "This is my warehouse so no one will come here unless I want it," he said as he helped the younger man out of his robe and back into the bed. "Those two will forget they were here and Buffy will never regain that memory." He smiled gently, lying next to him but on top of the covers. "Now, sleep, young man before I have to get stern with you."

"Sure, but only if I can do something first." Xander reached up to run his palm over the side of the older man's face. "Want to know why you want me. Please?" he asked when he saw the hesitation.

"I've always been fond of young men of about your age, training them in the proper ways to do things so they don't end up hurt and the like."

"You think we're hot," Xander said with a small grin. "Hormonal and still pretty firm and tight."

"That also," Giles said with a small smile, "but I also enjoy teaching them and helping them find their identities in life. Much as I've done for all of you for the past few years." He brushed some of the dark hair out of the way. "It was most distressing to me when you started to date Cordelia. We all knew she wasn't good enough for you but you didn't see it."

"It was a sex thing. All hormones rushing toward her mouth and everything." He rolled onto his side, cuddling up to the firm body. "Oz said he was too busy for me to be exclusive. Does that bother you?"

"No, I have the feeling that you'd need more than one person to wear you out." He ran a hand down one shoulder and up the side of the younger man's neck, ending behind his ear. "Xander, if you're hinting that you wouldn't mind, I'll tell you this, neither would I. I could accept Oz but no one else." That got a small sleepy nod against his chest. "You rest," he said softly. "We'll talk of this in the morning."

"Okay, but I want pleasure in the morning to erase the last one."

Giles chuckled sweetly. "Of course you may. I'll even let Oz do it if it would make you feel better." That got another nod and a yawn. "You rest now, I'll be here all night or close by." He waited until the teen was asleep to get up, walking out to release Willow from her bonds and send her home. "I hope you learned your lesson," he told her. She nodded, still crying. "Good, then you won't do that to anyone else again?"

She shook her head. "Tell him I'm sorry, Giles, really and truly sorry." She walked out, heading for her house.

He went for the room where Buffy was, going to release her. He ended up in watching from the doorway as Spike and his two children did her together and she screamed in pleasure at each stroke. "At least I won't have to listen to witty comments," he said dryly.

Spike laughed as he climbed off her head, pulling his cock out with a wet 'pop'. "No mate, she's going to be hoarse by then. Did you send the git home?" The human nodded. "And the boy?"

"He'll be fine. He's already healing." Giles sighed. "Take her home, Spike. I don't want this to happen here. It's a perversion of nature."

"Slayers and us or girl and dead guys?" he asked snidely.

"Both." Giles frowned. "Of course I could run you out now and not allow any of you to finish off."

"But she's a tasty treat," Xander said from behind him, looking over the tense shoulder at his friend. "Eww," he said as she yelled how good their cool bodies felt against her. "Spike, even you gotta see that's not good."

The Master Vampire nodded. "True, but ones like her give us great fun." He clapped his hands and his children pulled out of her, making her fight to get them back. "Let her chase us for a while, boys." He looked at Giles. "I thank you for the exceptional evening of delight," he said formally, "please feel free to call on us again." He waved the younger vampires outside and followed them.

Xander leaned his chin on Giles' shoulder. "You should wait until it's almost morning and see if she goes to jump them when they're more deadlike." That got him a small laugh and the older man turned to hug him. "Like that idea?"

"I'm sure your head is full of all sorts of naughty ideas, Xander, and I'll cherish each one of them." He walked in and released her restraints, looking down at his Slayer. "Go home or go hunt," he told her. "Either one, be in the library tomorrow night." She nodded, hopping up. She didn't look around as she left, just headed out after the vampires. Giles came out, looking at the shadow where the young man had hidden himself. "Now it's just the three of us. Where would you like to go?"

"I want to go see Oz please," Xander said, walking back out to take his rightful place in the strong arms. "Then I want great pleasures."

"Ah, but you're not in any shape to take me in you," Giles said sadly. "Not for a few weeks at least. I might be able to pleasure you in other ways, though."

"Can I hug Oz?" Xander asked as he walked in front of the wolf. The animal was almost vibrating as he moved a step closer. He knelt in front of him and his arms were filled with the soft furry body, and he clung to him like his world was going to end, the last of his nightmares from the night before leaving him now. "Good boy," he said, petting his friend. "I'll love you next month."

THE END.