Fic: After Dark

[allyndra]

Title: After Dark

Author: Allyndra

Threesome: Xander/Oz/Angel

Spoilers: Through AtS In the Dark

Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,745

Summary: Oz and Xander are very creative guys. They don't restrict themselves to Get Well cards when Angel is hurt.

Written for the threesome round of maleslashminis for entrenous88 , who wanted dialogue and no "Magic made them do it" 

Xander really hoped no one asked him what he was doing here. "I just tagged along for the van sex" made him sound A) lame and B) like he was sleeping with his best friend's boyfriend. The fact that both of these descriptions were completely accurate didn't comfort him. Of course, Cordelia and Angel both knew he was lame, but Xander didn't know how they'd react to the whole 'sleeping with Oz' part. Especially Cordy, who had justifiable issues with Xander and infidelity. 

Oz didn't see it as infidelity. He'd explained it to Xander in terms of balance and complements and tripods, and other things that went right over his head but that sounded vaguely Zen. What Xander got out of the conversation was that it wasn't cheating because Xander was a guy. That sounded like crazy musician logic to Xander, but Oz seemed pretty sure Willow would be okay with it once they told her. He'd even hinted at possibilities of a threesome, which filled Xander with the kind of terror that made him slightly dizzy and hard as a rock. 

Xander checked his watch. Oz was 45 minutes late meeting him. No matter how little Xander wanted to answer questions, he wanted to stand around the locked van outside Angel's office even less. It wasn't in the nicest part of town, and Xander was growing uneasy. It was getting dark, and the transvestite hooker on the corner was giving him some really disturbing looks. Just because Xander swung both ways didn't mean he swung *all* ways. 

Sighing, he hoisted his backpack higher on his shoulders and went in. Oz was sitting on a chair next to a desk, his elbows on his knees and his chin resting on his clasped hands. Xander took in his posture and closed off face and felt a familiar surge of worry and adrenaline sweep through him. Something had gone wrong.

Cordelia came bustling into the room, and Xander would have smiled with relief that she was okay if the first words out of her mouth hadn't been, "What are you doing here?"

He was about to stammer out an answer that avoided the topic of van sex, but Oz beat him to it. "Xander came down with me," he said, lifting his head from his hands. "He had some stuff to do, so I came to deliver the ring by myself." His mouth quirked apologetically. "We didn't expect all this drama."

Cordy huffed. "I don't see why not. By now you should know to always expect drama." She shot Xander a look that was almost an accusing glare, but fell short. Evil eye called on account of exhaustion. "Whatever. I'm going home. Tell Doyle and Angel?"

Oz nodded his acceptance. Xander stood in the middle of the room as she got her stuff and left, feeling stupid and out of place, but Cordelia didn't seem to expect anything else from him. Xander stared after her for a moment, then turned to Oz.

"All what drama?"

Oz told him. From anyone else, it would have been a long, harrowing story full of terror and narrowly averted crisis. Since this was Oz, the tale was short and to the point, and left Xander blinking. 

"Huh," Xander said eloquently.

"Yeah," Oz sighed. He looked pale, though with Oz it was hard to tell, and it made Xander wish he understood better how this thing between them worked. They hung out, talking and doing guy stuff like playing video games and watching movies, and they had awesome sex in out of the way places, but Xander didn't know if those things authorized him to wrap his arms around Oz and hold him until that shadowed, drawn look left his eyes. He kind of wanted to risk it anyway. Xander closed the distance between them and compromised by settling a hand on Oz's shoulder and rubbing it.

"Hey," he said, stroking his thumb over the soft fabric of Oz's shirt. He felt some of the tension go out of the muscles there, and he smiled. Oz tilted his head to lean his cheek on Xander's hand and closed his eyes. They stayed like that for several moments, until the silence started to press in on Xander. He knew that anything he said was going to sound out of place and ridiculous, but that had never stopped him before and it wasn't likely to stop him now. Just before he broke and started babbling about smog and light pollution, the door opened and a dark haired man came in, shaking his head. 

"He's a bloody idiot is what he is," the man said without preamble. He had an Irish accent, and Xander wondered if Angel had sounded that cool, once upon a time when he was human. "He destroyed the ring, and I'm going out to get pissed and mourn its passing."

He didn't quite stomp, and he didn't quite slam the door, but he managed to give the impression that he'd done both. Once he was gone, the silence fell again, but it had been changed by his interruption. 

Oz looked up at him. "That was Doyle."

"He seemed nice," Xander observed dryly. He'd practiced saying things dryly, studying Giles for hours one week when he couldn't face doing his homework, and at times like this, he was glad he put in the effort. 

Oz stood. He spoke slowly. "Angel has to be pretty messed up," he said. "I'm gonna go talk to him, try to help him deal. You coming?" He fixed Xander with a gaze that was half challenge and half appeal. 

Xander found it remarkably difficult to say no to Oz at the best of times, and going to counsel an emotionally traumatized, physically tortured vampire couldn't be called the best of times. He shrugged out of his backpack, letting it slide down his arms and dropping it onto the chair Oz had been occupying. 

"Let's go," Xander said simply.

He expected to be led down into a basement or tunnel of some sort, but instead Oz led him to the roof. Angel was sitting near the edge, staring out at the cityscape, which was, light pollution aside, pretty impressive. He had to have heard them, but he didn't turn around at their approach. 

"Hey," Oz greeted him. "Heard you could use some cheering up."

Angel turned his head reluctantly at the sound of Oz's voice. "So you brought Xander? You're a very strange person."

Oz gave a tiny shrug of acknowledgement. "He always cheers me up," he said, as though that were reason enough. Xander tried not to let his surprised happiness at that statement show on his face. 

Oz walked over and dropped down next to Angel. After a moment's hesitation, Xander followed his lead and sat on Angel's other side. He supposed, if nothing else, they'd be able to stop the vampire if he tried to jump. The city was busy and bright, and seemed very distant from the darkness and stillness of their rooftop. When Oz spoke, his soft voice was so startling that Xander almost flinched. 

"Doyle said you destroyed the ring."

"This is where I belong," Angle said. "The night is where I've lived for hundreds of years. I do a lot of good in the darkness, and if I forget that just because I can catch a little sun ... It's not worth it."

“I get that," Oz replied thoughtfully. "You have to do what you think is right."

"So you didn't come up here to tell me how wrong I am? To point out all the things I'll be missing out on?" Angel asked skeptically.

"Nah. You know what you're missing out on. Anyway, there are good things about the night," Oz told him.

"Oooh, Nick at Nite!" Xander chimed in. "You gotta love the Dick van Dyke Show."

The gloom on Angel's face lightened a bit. "I did like the episode with Danny Thomas," he admitted.

Oz nodded sagely. "Walnuts," he agreed. 

They stared out at the sparkling city, and Xander racked his brain for something else good about the night. He was sure he'd be able to come up with hundreds of things any other time, but right now all he could think of was:

"Night clubs. Night clubs are cool. Much better than day clubs."

He closed his eyes against the inanity of that comment, but when he opened them, Oz was watching him affectionately, and Angel looked mildly amused. Xander gave them a sheepish grin. He supposed amusement fit with the goal of cheering Angel up.

Oz looked Xander straight in the eye and said, "Sex. Not that it's restricted to the night, but there does seem to be more of it after dark." Xander flushed. 

Angel's face closed down again. "That's not exactly something I'll be able to enjoy about the night, now is it?"

Xander snorted in derision, earning him a surprised look from Angel. "Don't give me that 'Woe is me, no sex for Angel' crap. I sat through way, *way* too many meetings about your curse, and trust me when I say that there is nothing in there about sex. It says 'perfect happiness.'" He made airquotes with his fingers. "Think about it. You were in love with a wonderful girl who loved you back, you were saving the world and doing penance for all your demony crimes, and on top of that, you had sex. The sex was one little piece of the puzzle, not the picture on the box."

Angel opened and closed his mouth without saying anything. Xander pointedly did not mock him for looking like a fish. When he glanced over at Oz to see if he appreciated Xander's restraint, he was caught by the same look Oz had given him downstairs, part asking him and part daring him.

Oz licked his lips. "We could prove it to you," he suggested. Xander jerked but couldn't look away. Oz lifted his hand and let one black-tipped finger trail down Angel's arm from shoulder to wrist, never looking away from Xander. "Couldn't we?"

Xander tore his eyes from Oz and looked at Angel, really looked at him for the first time in years. He was gorgeous. Xander had always known that, but a summer spent watching be-thonged men shimmying on stage and a fall spent becoming slowly sexually involved with Oz made it easier to admit. Aside from being gorgeous, Angel looked like hell. His face was lined with exhaustion, his eyes full of disappointment. He hadn't moved much since they'd come up here, but when he did, it was clear he still ached from the ministrations of Spike and his torturer. Xander was surprised to realize it, but he wanted to make Angel feel better. 

"I bet we could," was all Xander said, but he reached out to caress the back of Angel's head, right where it met his neck, slipping his hand under Angel's collar. It was prime neck rub territory, and Angel leaned back in encouragement even as he protested.

"That's a bad idea. What if you're wrong?" he argued, groaning as Xander's thumb and middle finger massaged the knots in either side of his neck. 

"We'll put some holy water beside the bed," Oz countered practically. He held up a finger. "On a different side that the lube." He put his hand over Xander's on Angel's neck splaying his fingers so they filled the gaps left by Xander's. "Let us try?" he asked, leaning closer. 

Oz kissed Angel, not with the gentle care Xander had expected, but with demanding thoroughness, as though showing Angel exactly what he was offering. Xander didn't know how he was supposed to feel. Turned on? Check. Jealous? It was a little hard to work up a reasonable bout of envy when he was right here, his hand trapped against Angel's skin by Oz's strong fingers. Oz pulled away from the kiss, brushing Xander with that challenging, pleading look again, and Xander nodded. 

He used his free hand to turn Angel to face him and leaned forward. He was tempted to try and top Oz, to use his kiss to say, 'See what you could have? Don't you want it?' But this wasn't about Oz, and it wasn't about Xander. It was about Angel being hurt and hurt and hurt, and then sacrificing his chance at the daylight and a normal life with Buffy. So he made the kiss all about Angel, learning the taste and feel of him, learning what he liked. It was ... intense, focusing all his senses on another person like that. When Xander drew back, he was breathless. Angel's eyes were dazed, and he was breathing hard. Since he was a vampire and in no way needed the oxygen, that made Xander feel like he'd won the Nobel Prize in kissing. He wondered if there was a trophy for that. He grinned at Oz, who stared back with fierce, darkened eyes. 

"We should go inside," Oz said abruptly, climbing to his feet. Xander's hand felt cold without Oz's covering it. He let it fall away and scrambled to his stand, watching as Oz helped Angel to his feet. He wondered if Angel was surprised by the power in Oz's small frame. It was one of the things Xander loved about Oz.

There were a lot of things Xander loved about Oz.

Angel led them to an elevator that had been built sometime in the Iron Age and down through the building. Xander thought, 'Aha! I knew there'd be a basement lair.' But it was more of an apartment than a lair or crypt. There was a kitchen and a bathroom, just like any normal person might have, and Xander was reminded again how different Angel was from other vampires. You'd think he'd stop forgetting that by now. 

Angel hesitated, then took them to the bedroom. He turned on the lights, shut the door, and faced them uncertainly. Xander felt a flash of sympathy. After the day he'd had, two former acquaintances suddenly cornering him with an offer of sex had to be unsettling. 

Oz stopped near the bed and started undressing. Xander watched him for a moment, then shrugged and did the same. It should have made him feel vulnerable, but there was a familiarity to this, to getting naked under Oz's watchful eye that was comforting. Bare, Xander stood with his boxers in his hand, unsure of what to do next. Fortunately, Oz suffered from no such indecision. He cocked his head toward Angel and raised an eyebrow in a way that Xander would have once thought inscrutable but now found pretty darn scrutable. The eyebrow clearly said, 'Join me?'

Xander joined him. Together they pulled off Angel's clothes, skimming their hands over him as the fabric fell away. Xander was startled to see the marks of Spike's torture still so clear on his body. Once, the idea of Angel being used as a life sized voodoo doll might have amused him, but the reality of it made him feel regretful and protective. He wished he'd been able to stop it, and he was determined to help set it right. Xander leaned down and pressed his lips to an angry red scar over Angel's ribs. He kissed the mark gently, parting his lips to trace it with his tongue. 

"I don't think," Angel said, his voice thick, "that kissing it to make it better actually works."

Xander straightened up, but Oz shook his head. "We can't be sure unless we try it," he said mildly. He bent closer and found a mark on Angel's side, kissing the scar softly but nipping at the flesh around it with his teeth. Angel made a low noise in the back of his throat, and Oz grinned. Between the two of them, Xander and Oz divested Angel of the rest of his clothes and kissed every mark they could find. 

Oz grabbed Angel's hands and tugged him toward the bed, but Xander remembered Angel's worries. He went out to the weapons chest he'd seen in the living room and found a bottle of holy water and a stake. He returned to the bedroom and placed them on the bedside table, earning a look of gratitude from Angel. The vampire was lying flat on his back, Oz kneeling over him wearing a considering expression. 

Xander stared at the picture they made as Oz lowered himself down, draping himself over Angel's body. Oz was lean and compact. Xander sometimes thought Oz had been designed on an Etch-a-Sketch, all angles and sharp lines. Angel was curves and firm, rounded muscles. Together, they made a stunning contrast. Xander might have been happy to watch if Oz hadn't glanced up and beckoned him closer. 

Climbing onto the bed, Xander crawled over to them. Oz took his hand and pulled him down, so that Xander was sprawled on one have of Angel and Oz on the other. He pressed a nibbling kiss to Angel's chest and then looked at Xander expectantly. When Xander mimicked him, Oz smiled and moved lower. They played a game of Follow the Leader across Angel's body, stroking, kissing, and licking. They moved lower until their mouths bracketed Angel's hard cock. Xander took a deep breath and licked it, feeling Oz doing the same. It was incredible, like kissing and giving a blow job at the same time. Xander felt connected to Oz with every motion they made, but both of them were focused on Angel, absorbing every noise he made and every time he shivered or moved. 

Angel was groaning and making little, involuntary thrusts with his hips when Oz pulled back, taking Xander with him. "Get the lube," he told Xander. Xander climbed over Angel to get to the bedside table, hoping he'd find what he needed. He really didn't want to go all the way up to the office to get the lube he carried in his backpack. But he was in luck; he found a familiar tube with a minimum of rummaging. He handed it to Oz and started to move back down, but Angel caught hold of him. He pulled Xander into a kiss, running his big, cool hands over Xander's back and down to his ass. Xander was surprised, and annoyed at himself for being surprised yet again. He had expected ... he didn't know. He'd expected Angel to just accept what they were doing, but not to make any overtures of his own. He hadn't expected to be kissed and held, hadn't expected Angel to actually *want* him.

Oz's hands wiggled between them, breaking them apart. "Okay, time to move," he ordered. He pushed them around until there was room for him to kneel in the middle of the bed, then dropped to his hands and knees, leaving do doubt about what he was offering. "I'm ready," he told Angel, looking him in the eye. Xander was pleased to see that Angel didn't stand up against the look any better than Xander had. 

Xander scooted out of the way and just watched as Angel pushed his way slowly into Oz's body, pressing in bit by bit until he was fully seated. Angel was panting by now, and Xander had to wonder if this was the first time Angel had had sex since Willow had resouled him. Oz hummed in encouragement and rocked back toward Angel. Xander knew that move. He loved that move; it always made him feel irresistible, like Oz couldn't get enough of him. Oz and Angel moved together, smooth and slick like they'd done this together a hundred times. 

Xander watched until the need to touch grew too strong. He worked himself around until he was on his back, and squirmed his head under Oz's body. There was just enough room for him to reach Oz's hard, wet cock with his mouth. He couldn't suck him like he wanted to from this angle, but Xander could lick him, laying sucking kisses on the tip whenever Angel's motion pushed it close enough. Xander circled his own cock with his fist, stroking himself as he licked, listening to Angel and Oz growing more and more desperate. Oz went still, and Xander recognized the sign that he was about to come. He tried to swallow it, but he couldn't get most of it. Angel made a sound that might have been a whimper in a lesser man and slumped over sideways, which Xander was grateful for. If he'd fallen forward, he would have smothered Xander, with Oz's body. Xander closed his eyes and tightened his grip on his cock, pulling harder and faster until he felt his muscles clench and his toes curl. When he came, it was with a moan against Oz's belly. 

Oz laughed softly and squirmed away. "Tickles," he said quietly. When Xander emerged from under him, he saw why. Angel had fallen asleep, crashed on his side. Xander rolled off the bed and held out a hand for Oz, who accepted it. Once he was on his feet, Oz didn't let go. He used the hand to pull Xander closer and kissed him with the soft, tender kiss Xander had expected him to give Angel earlier. 

Xander and Oz took turns cleaning up in the bathroom and got dressed. They turned out the lights and shut the door behind them as they left. 

“What was that about?” Xander asked. He held up a hand to hold off Oz’s response. “Not the making Angel feel better thing, the making him fuck you thing.” Xander wasn’t upset about it, but it confused him. Wouldn’t taking the tag team blowjob to completion have made him feel just as good.

Oz shrugged. “I though he might need to feel in control. After what happened today, and then with us shanghai-ing him to bed.” 

"Do you think Willow would be mad at you? You know, for having sex with Angel?" Xander asked as he scooped up his backpack before leaving the office. "Even though he's a guy."

"I don't think so," Oz replied, digging his keys out of his pocket. "That wasn't about sex. It was about comfort. I think she'd understand."

"What about me?" Xander couldn't help asking. 

Oz smiled up at him. "You're not about sex either." He unlocked the doors of the van and they both got inside. They drove home in the dark.

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The whole request was:
The two men they definitely want as part of the threesome: Xander, Angel
Up to three men they would like to see as the third: Wesley, Lindsey, Oz
Two men they *do not* want as part of the threesome: Hamilton, Caleb, Firefly men
One other thing they want: dialogue (doesn't have to be all dialogue, but I want some)
One other thing they don't want: a spell "made them do it"
Preferred maximum rating: any (up to and including NC-17 = awesome, but wherever the story takes you is cool)

Comments

[carlyinrome.livejournal.com]

Damn that was hot. And I like that all my concerns about Xander/Angel comfort sex was taken care of by Commando Oz.

[allyndra.livejournal.com]

Thank goodness for Oz, sweeping away concerns about that pesky Angel/Xander antagonism and bullying them into sex with a mere quirk of his eyebrows! Thanks for commenting!

[thatotherperv.livejournal.com]

I really love this threesome in particular, and this was good stuff. I love your Xander-voice. and Oz. and lucky, lucky Angel.

ps, your paragraph breaks are all wonky. they sorta don't exist

[allyndra.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure what happened to the formatting, but I think I've got it fixed. Thanks for the heads up, and thanks for your kind comment!

[altyronsmaker.livejournal.com]

I always knew there was more to Oz than met the eye. Bossy little bugger isn't he?

Loved Xander in this, and Angel. So quiet and lost there for a while. Glad it was those two to pull him out.

[allyndra.livejournal.com]

It sometimes surprises me how little we actually know of Oz from canon. It made it more challenging but also a lot of fun to play with him. Thank you for your comment!

[katekat]

I really, really, really enjoyed this. I had absolutely NO idea how you were going to pull it off given the pairing, and want to say you did it so seamlessly that it's just *smashing*! Your Xander voice is really lovely, and the way that Oz is adaptable and yet... challenging is just so wonderful. And it's really really lovely to see Angel actually get some comfort when he needs it, especially when it's this way! Thank you so much for sharing this - it was a delight to read!!

[allyndra.livejournal.com]

*hugs!* I wasn't remotely sure I'd pulled this off, so your comment is like ... free cookies. Or finding money in an old coat pocket. Anyway, it's nice and exciting and unexpected. Thank you so much!

[that_mireille]

Thank you so much for writing this for the ficathon! That's definitely a point in canon that's filled with possibilities.

[allyndra.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I agree; there is a lot that could be done with this point in the timeline. I'm glad to have something to add to that pile of possibilites. :o)

[rayne-y-daze.livejournal.com]

*kicks lj*

It didn't take my comment! Anyway, here goes again.

"You're not about sex either."

If that line were the only good thing about this fic, that would be enough. I just adore that line! Fortunately, the rest of it is amazing too. You rock!

[allyndra.livejournal.com]

Awww! Thanks for taking the time to re-post when lj got evil. And thank you saying such nice things. You rock, too!

[entrenous88.livejournal.com]

Hey! Apologies for being so late to read this, but I'm glad I got to read it today, when I really was in need of some good fic.

This works really nicely -- the point of time when it occurs, the urge Oz and Xander both have to comfort Angel, the way this stands as a turning point for Xander in how he understands his relationship with Oz and how he perceives Angel.

I like the way you've portrayed Oz here. He's someone I think of as having control issues (well, in the obvious sense with his wolfiness, but in other respects as well). To me it seems very fitting that he's the one of the three most thinking about how Angel needs to fit into this configuration in terms of Angel's own sense of control.

Oh, and I love that Angel liked that particular ep of the Dick Van Dyke show with Danny Kaye. I'm imagining he met them both -- it really fits into later depictions of Angel as knocking around Hollywood and Vegas with various actors.

Thank you so much for writing this, and for writing it with such care!

[allyndra.livejournal.com]

No need to apologize; you've had reason. I'm so glad you liked this, though! I had concerns.

Oh, and I love that Angel liked that particular ep of the Dick Van Dyke show with Danny Kaye. I'm imagining he met them both -- it really fits into later depictions of Angel as knocking around Hollywood and Vegas with various actors. I love that image of Angel. One of my favorite things he ever said about his pre-Buffy, post-soul years was when he told Connor he'd been to the first taping of the Carol Burnett Show. "Tim Conway was on fire!" It opens up this whole lighter, more complex backstory than the skulking-in-the-shadows Angel I often see.

Thanks for commenting!