A/N- Hello. I thought that I would have a little fun and write a supernatural story with some of my favorite characters. Personally, I just love the thought of werewolf Dave. Contains heavy cursing and hintings at smut. Also contains my favorite OC. Reviews are like drugs to me. Currently being beta'd.

Xander

I don't remember the last time that I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, next to an unfamiliar man. Oh, wait, there was that time. But that doesn't matter, now does it? I sat up in the pale moonlight, trying not to let my eyes linger too long on the distinct shape of the man next to me. As I stretched my arms out, I reveled in the ache that was set into my bones after a night of good rough sex. I slipped out of the bed, barely shifting the man next to me.

After a few good moments, I looked over at the figure that I had spent the last few hours fucking senselessly with. He had a strong jawline, covered lightly in stubble. He was a handsome man to say the least, muscular and well toned. I could see why I had followed him home, he was totally fuckworthy. Just the thought of him made me start to become aroused again. I stifled a yawn and bent over to grab up my underwear, determined to get the hell out of this dingy apartment. The action brought to my attention the ragged open bite on my shoulder.

Shit, that hot beast is a beast. Just my luck to jump in bed with a god-forsaken werewolf. That bite would explain the reason why my shoulder was starting to itch like hell. I shouldn't scratch it, I won't, I swear I won't... why is my hand going for my shoulder? No... ahhh that feels good, dammit now it's bleeding. Fuck.

I passed over my underwear to reach into the back pocket of my jeans and pull out a small herb that I always kept on hand for emergencies. I plopped back over on the bed carelessly, not fazed at all when the man next to me stirred a little. Good, let the bastard wake up, then I can berate him for daring to bite me. I nudged him with my hand slowly at first, then harder when he ignored me and turned over with a groan.

"Hey," I whispered to him in between nudges, which were gradually becoming jabs. After a few good pokes, he stirred and turned to look at me with heavy lids.

"Wha?" he asked me, rubbing at his eyes slowly, the action making his sheet slip, revealing a soft mass of hair covering his chest. Very intelligent, I sure know how to pick 'em.

"Do you have any honey?" I asked him in a curt voice, resisting the urge to kick him.

"Wha for?" he responded, attempting faintly to remember what the hell a stranger was doing sitting on his bed. God damn werewolf mating season. This happens every year, the wolfies go into heat, and they have no self control and end up making a mess for the hunters.

"So I can wax your chest hair, I can see the woodland creatures starting to get comfortable." I quipped quickly, starting to get very annoyed with this thick werewolf. He grumbled in either anger or laughter, I couldn't tell. I just wanted the itching to fucking stop.

"Kinky. 'S in the kitchen." he replied, rolling back over to resume his slumber, as if I hadn't just insulted his chest hair. I hopped out of the bed and headed towards the kitchen dining room combo, trying not to knock anything over on my way.

I found the honey stashed in between the Lucky Charms and the mint tea. I looked around for something to blend it with, to little avail. Why am I not surprised? There was no way that he owned a mortar and pestle, the guy didn't even own a colander. Maybe I could find a razor, and cut the herb up like a junkie. Jackpot! I found his food processor. Now, why the hell does a man who doesn't have a colander have a food processor? You know what? I don't want to know. I plugged it in and threw in the honey and herb with a sigh of relief. Sweet fucking relief.

Dave

Sometimes, I really think my life is fucked. Like the time I got fired from my job, for the unexplainable claw marks on my boss's car, after he yelled at me for misplacing the papers that he lost. Or the time that I was arrested for waking up naked in the middle of a 7-Eleven parking lot. Or now, when I woke up to a stranger in my bed, not having remembered going out last night at all. Yep, I'm fucked. No, more like, he's fucked.

Think, really hard, dammit Dave! Come on, you can do it. There it is, the faint remnants of the night slowly coming back to me. I was walking alone, letting my nose steer me in the directions it desired. Away from the sickly sweet smells of the trampy girls in my neighborhood, closer to the gently musky smells of the young men that frequented the bars near my apartment. I had just left the boundaries of the area that I knew was safe from the hunters, somewhere I never went for fear of discovery. The slight buzz that I normally got from the nearing full moon was intensified, for a reason that I couldn't figure out. It was hazing my judgment, and I was afraid of what I could end up doing to an unsuspecting human.

I had just about given up searching for what I didn't even know I was looking for, when a scent snatched my attention like a shock of electricity. It was a mixture of sweat, salt water, and pure sex. And it was delicious. My nose chased it towards a back alley, down a route that I had only heard rumors of. I zipped around the corners, chasing the shadow that had my full attention. I stopped when it stopped, following it around the last bend that it turned, a dead end. What I saw just around the bend was something that I would never forget.

It was a man about my age, with curly hair the color of honey, and eyes like the moonlight. He was staring at me with an intensity that I had never seen in my 24 years on this earth. And he was pissed. Maybe it was because there was a horny stranger chasing him around back alleys. Now that I thought about it, it was a bit creepy. Any normal human would've fled by then. I have that effect on people nowadays, ever since the attack. But, he was a brave soul, I thought at the time, or just fucking stupid. You pick.

I may have jumped him, or maybe he jumped me, all I know is that we ended up on the ground. It might have been a fight for dominance, I don't know. But, after we separated, it was plain to see that we were both just as turned on. It's funny that I didn't think to question that a normal human was able to match me in strength. I mean, what human can wrestle a werewolf, if that is what I even am. It wasn't long until I had him pushed up against the brick wall, covering every inch of skin accessible with hot wet kisses. I didn't need to use all of my strength to keep him there, even though my instincts were screaming at me to, he wasn't resisting.

Next thing I know, he's jabbing at my bare ribcage, muttering something about bunnies or some shit. Why the hell does he need honey at three in the morning? Now, I'm laying here trying to ignore the loud buzzing sound coming from the direction of my kitchen. I knew I shouldn't have kept that food processor my sister gave me for Christmas. I grunted and threw the covers off me in annoyance, pulling on my pajama pants before heading out into the kitchen.

I found him standing at my kitchen counter, facing towards my curtainless window. He was tapping his foot to a beat that I was unfamiliar with, while adjusting the settings on the processor. With every tap of his foot I could see the muscles in his well sculpted legs strain against his pale skin in the gleaming moonlight. I let my eyes wander upward, towards his voluptuous ass, soft, yet firm. I could barely see the faint inklings of a purplish color forming in the shape of what appeared to be fingerprints. Just the thought of how rough I must have been in order to leave those marks made me start to harden.

I saw him move to scratch at his shoulder involuntarily, the action catching my eye, when I saw the bite. I let out a small gasp of horror at the sight of the open wound on his shoulder, left slightly bloody by his incessant scratching. It was bad enough that I had let my instincts control me, making me fuck a perfect stranger. I didn't know if I could stand the thought of having doomed him to the hell that I have had to endure. I fought back panic, trying to find a way to explain it to him that wouldn't make me look like a complete psycho. The gasp that I let out caught his attention, and he turned to me with a look of complete irritation. I couldn't help but feel a little afraid of the fuming beauty in front of me.

Xander

I was going to kill him. Well, not really, but I was at least going to make it seem like I was. I turned around and put on my best "pissed the fuck off" face when I heard him gasp behind me. I folded my arms around my chest and gave him a chilly glare, a hunter tactic, to let him know who was in control. The look on his face let me know that I was right, he was scared, and I had his full attention. I looked him up and down in the pale moonlight, yeah, totally my type. He looked strong, and he was handsome, and he knew when to shut up. At least I hoped, as I opened my mouth to berate him as promised. At least I did, until the itching began again. I turned around and grabbed the container off of the processor, turning back to him with a smirk.

"Spit in this." I held the container out to him expectantly. He looked at me as if I was the messed up one. Last time I checked, I didn't turn furry every full moon. I shook it a little in front of him with a sarcastic look on my face.

"Oh, my god I am so sorr- what?" he looked at me completely baffled, his apology cut short. I shook my head in more annoyance, some people were thick, some just plain aggravating.

"Spit. In. This." I repeated complacently. It was a good thing he was handsome, cause he obviously wasn't built for smarts. Typical wolf. He took the container from me and tentatively did as I asked, handing it back to me with a slight grimace. The look on his face was priceless, as I nonchalantly stuck two fingers in the concoction to mix in the saliva. I slathered the salve on my shoulder, reveling in the warm soothing sensation that was starting to relieve the itch. It was odd, that the one thing that made hunters allergic to werewolf bites, their saliva, was the active ingredient in the medicine that relieved the reaction.

"I don't know what was going through your head, attempting to take home a complete stranger during mating season. You could've hurt someone-" I gestured to the bite on my shoulder. "-or worse. You probably thought I was human. Didn't you?" He nodded his head guiltily, trying not to make eye contact with me. I probably looked like a riot, standing naked in front of him, chastising him. "And what if I was? How would you have explained this?" He met my eyes, a look of shame and vindication clear beneath his warm hazel eyes. I knew, even before he did, he didn't have an answer.

Then again, it wasn't like he carried me home like a damsel in distress, flung over his shoulder. It did take two to screw, or tango, whatever. Some cliché saying like that. The point was that he wasn't the only one in the wrong here. I sighed, knowing that I was being a little harsh on him, and he did seem sorry. I let my expression soften, and I saw his soften in return. I just shook my head and sighed, giving a little laugh at how the hell I was going to explain this whole situation to Santana, my hunter partner. She always seemed to know exactly what I was up to. Always. In fact, it was a little bit frightening. Oh, well. I looked back at the man in front of me with a small smile.

"It's a good thing I'm immune, whatever the hell your name is." I said lightheartedly, stretching out again as I began to become sleepy again. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed at the sight.

"Dave." he said to me simply, leaning back against the counter behind him. I could feel his eyes linger on me as I turned around to empty the rest of the concoction into a small bottle that I had brought. "Yours?"

"Xander, not that it's really your business to ask." I answered as I rinsed the container out in the sink. I turned around and looked at him when I could feel his disappointment. "It's a simple hunter etiquette thing, you don't ask for the name. You know, some respect for authority shit. It doesn't matter."

"You're a hunter?" he asked me as he let his eyes glance over my body, probably trying to put two and two together. I had the build, and God knows I had the attitude, and I could see him coming to the same conclusion.

"No, it's not that I've been hinting at that for the past fifteen minutes, not at all. Wow, you really are something." I joked, as I saw his face turn from confusion to anger. He must think that I was calling him stupid. I wasn't, but he didn't have anything to disprove the theory so far. "By the way, didn't your alpha ever teach you not to bite?"

"What do you mean by alpha?" he asked me, his look turning back from angry to confused again. What? How could he not know what an alpha is? Maybe he really was stupid.

"You know, the leader of your pack?" I asked him hesitantly, panic starting to set in. Please, oh please, do not let this be what I think. There is no way that I was in the mood to deal with a lone wolf right now. Not with the way the Guild would react. My worst fears were confirmed, when the look on his face didn't change to recognition. Fuck.

A/N- There is no way that I could not have written this story. The moment I pictured werewolf Dave and hunter Alex together, they were not to be ignored. I don't know if anyone will read this, but if you do, tell me what you think. Reviews are love, and God knows Dave needs some.