Title: Immortal Convergence Author: Kay Email: kaygrr@hotmail.com Feedback: Do you really want to see me beg? My happy dance is way more entertaining. Website: ssfdu.tripod.com/kay/journal.htm (Sandy rocks) Archive: Hey, just ask first Series: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Pairing: Xander/Wesley, Xander/Wesley/Spike, Duncan/Methos, Giles/Richie...etc. Rating: R Sequel: None Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the characters of the show don't belong to me in anyway whatsoever. Mutant Enemy, I live in envy of you. The same goes for Highlander and Rysher - they may be your toys, but I'm going to play with them. Niener. This story is written for enjoyment, not for profit. This whore only works for feedback. Litigation would be a waste of time, people. I'm a member of the Starving Student Sect. _Summery: A renegade immortal on the Hellmouth puts Sunnydale in danger, and it's up to the Scooby Gang and some visitors from Seacouver to put things right. Warnings: spoilers up to Graduation II...I think. Xander returned from his summer a month ago, but that's about it. No Anya, no Tara ( I *like* Tara). There is Riley, though. As for HL...say it with me people: Richie isn't dead! Let's just pretend that in the next to last season, Ahriman was vanquished without a certain never-to-be-mentioned incident occurring, K? And the final season of HL never happened, either. Hell, if I'm going to be messing about with the characters, why not mess around with time, too? Part Ten/? The disorientation was what he hated most. It was like waking up and being hit in the head with a baseball bat at the same time: he was shocked to awareness and it was an incredibly unpleasant experience. He gasped for breath, lungs spasming back into rhythm as his muscles jerked in helpless reaction. Soothing hands stroked through his hair, over his arms and back. Too many hands. Xander's eyes snapped open. "What?" Wesley smiled down at him. "Welcome back," he said, undisguised relief in his voice. "We were beginning to get worried." Beside Wesley, Spike peered down at him. "How you doing, luv?" "How should I know? I just came back from the dead." Xander raised his head and looked himself over. He was wearing his favorite Clothing of Sloth and his hair was damp against the back of his neck. He was laying across Wesley's lap with Spike pressed close beside him. He felt surprisingly good, and he knew that a large part of that was due to Wesley. Who else would make sure he was clean and in his favorite clothes? He returned Wesley's intent stare, reading the concern in the gray eyes. "I'm not quite right," he said with a sigh. "What's wrong?" Wesley began to look him up and down, searching for the problem. Xander decided to spare him any more worry. He reached up and slid one hand around the back of Wesley's neck. He tugged his lover down and kissed him deeply. He begged for entrance into Wesley's mouth with teasing licks to Wesley's lips. His lover acquiesced and Xander wrapped his other arm around Wesley's shoulder so he could pull himself closer, needing to reconnect with him. Only when his lungs began to protest did he pull away. He smiled into Wesley's eyes. "Now I'm fine." Wesley laughed at him and shoved him off his lap. Xander grinned and sat up, crossing his legs and facing the two other men. "What did I miss while I was out?" His gaze traveled over the vampire's body. "Are you all right?" "I should be asking you that." The blond spread his arms, putting himself on display. "Good as new. Nothing quite like the blood of one of you for curing what ails a vampire." The smirk slipped from his face. "Thank you, Xander. If you hadn't offered yourself up like that, I would have died." Xander held Spike's gaze. "I owed you. I was too far away and you got Wesley out of the way. I couldn't just stand there and watch you die." "Is that the only reason?" Spike pouted in an exaggerated manner. "And here I was, thinking that you liked me." Xander laughed. "Spike, I do like you. I've *always* liked you." He fluttered his eyelashes and looked away. "I just never believed that a suave, sophisticated vampire like you could ever be interested in someone like *me*." Wesley's soft laughter in his ears, Xander looked back over at Spike. His own laughter faded as he saw the serious expression on the vampire's face. "Spike?" "I do like you, luv. More than that, really." Spike rose up onto his knees, placing himself in Xander's personal space. Heat and anticipation curled through the dark-eyed man as Spike came closer. He inhaled sharply and his gaze slid over to search out Wesley's. His lover nodded minutely, encouraging him. One corner of Xander's mind noted the slight flush on Wesley's cheeks and he guessed that something had occurred between the two men while he had be incapacitated. It was his turn, then. He met Spike's gaze once more. The blond man was waiting patiently, not approaching but instead letting Xander decide what to do next. Xander leaned forward, reaching out and fisting his hand in Spike's shirt. He pulled the vampire toward him even as he leaned forward. His eyes slipped closed as he pressed his lips to Spike's. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting in a kiss from Spike. He'd thought about the man in more explicitly sexual terms, really. Kissing hadn't played a role in any of his favorite fantasies. He was going to have to rectify that immediately. Spike's lips were soft against his own, persuasive and working in perfect tandem to coax Xander's lips open. Strong hands slid up his back to pull him closer. He murmured happily as Spike's tongue caressed his, tugging on the vampire's shirt, needing to be even closer. A quiet noise of protest escaped him when Spike slowly pulled away with a final lick to his lower lip. He forced his eyes open. Spike was smirking at him, but his pupils were dilated and his hands still rested on Xander's shoulders. "Oh, I definitely like you," Spike said. Xander opened his mouth to deliver a wise-ass reply, but restrained himself. He turned his head to check on Wesley. He'd just made out with another man right in front of his lover. With Wesley's permission, of course, but still... Wesley was flushed, his lips slightly parted. His breath was coming awfully fast. "Wes? Are you all right?" Xander leaned away from Spike, suddenly concerned. What if Wesley had changed his mind? God, what if Xander had hurt him by kissing Spike? "Wes, I-" His words were lost as Wesley launched himself at him. He opened his mouth to try again and was silenced by Wesley's frantic kiss. Xander returned it with equal fervor, catching his lover's need and was swept along by it. Wesley gradually calmed and the kiss became a series of short hard brushes of mouth over mouth. "I love you," Wesley muttered in between kisses. "Wes, are you-" Xander couldn't get the full question out before Wesley's mouth was on his once more. "I'm fine," Wesley said, still speaking in between kisses. "More than fine. The sight of you, with him..." He claimed Xander's mouth once more before reluctantly giving it up. "As you would say...very hot." "Hey, what about me, then?" Spike's voice insinuated itself into the charged moment, joining him in the intensity that surrounded them. Xander watched in delight as Wesley's lips curled upward at the corners. He gave a nearly imperceptible nod. Wesley's smile grew and he turned and pounced on the vampire, driving Spike down onto the mattress. Xander propped himself up on his elbow and watched with interest as Wesley pinned Spike's wrists to the bed on either side of his head. "What about you indeed," Wesley mused. "What is to be done with you?" Spike interrupted his teasing by lunging upward and sealing his mouth to Wesley's. Wesley gave in and returned the kiss with enthusiasm. Xander exhaled shakily. Wes was right. This was very fucking hot. The way Wesley moved on top of Spike, the sight of both men giving over to the passion that drove them...it made him squirm on the bed, wanting to see more. Wanting to join them. As if reading his thoughts, Wesley broke away from the kiss and straightened, kneeling over Spike as he turned to face Xander. "Xan?" His voice was soft and thick with need as he reached a hand out toward him. Xander scooted across the bed and took Wesley's hand, leaning against him and Spike both. He smiled at both men. "So what's next?" "I think that's obvious," Spike said, thrusting upwards against Wesley. The gray-eyed man mock-scowled at him. "This is somewhat serious, Spike. It's obvious what we want to have happen next, but..." "But?" Spike prompted. "But are you going to end up eating us?" Xander said. "And I mean that bad kind of eating, not the fun sexy kind." Spike stared at him for a second, then shook his head firmly. "No, pet. I'm not going to do that to you. I like you two." An amused leer spread across his face. "But can I nibble a little, sometimes?" "If you're very, very good," Xander said. "Or very, very bad," Wesley countered. "I'll be very, very bad anytime you want me to, pet." Spike stretched comfortably and one of his hands began to creep up Wesley's thigh. Wesley grabbed the wandering hand and immobilized it, lacing his fingers through the vampire's. He turned to meet Xander's gaze. "Do you remember what we did with the paddle? I do believe that we'll be needing it." Xander laughed at the look of consternation that was briefly flashed across Spike's face. The blond man quickly rallied. "Didn't know you had it in you," he said, something very much like respect in his voice. Wesley cocked an eyebrow. "But I haven't had it in me...yet." He added a little wiggle for emphasis. Xander grinned. This was looking more promising than he had ever dared dream. Spike sounded like he was interested in more than a one time thing, which didn't bother Xander in the least. He loved the way Wes was having fun with Spike; anything that made his lover smile like that was fine by him. And having Spike around was certainly no hardship for Xander. Not when he knew he'd be able to get his hands on the vampire the way he wanted to. His musings were interrupted by the sound of the front door shuddering under repeated blows. "What the hell is that? Have we pissed anyone off lately?" Wesley frowned. "No one that we've let live." He climbed off Spike and off the bed. Xander reached down and picked up the 9mm he hid in one of his drawers as he headed out the door, not sure what to expect but determined to be prepared. He made it half-way across the room before the door gave way beneath the resounding blows and buckled inwardly. Xander blinked. "Buffy? What the hell is going on?" Buffy strode into the room, a stake clenched in each hand. Behind her, Riley, Willow, and Oz quickly followed, spreading out as they had so many times before to cover her back. Willow looked like she had been crying. Even further back, in the hall, Giles, Joe and the other Immortals watched through the doorway. "Buffy?" This wasn't right. "Willow, did something happen? What's going on with the Immortal?" "Shut up," she said, her voice harsh with determination. "Don't bother trying to lie to me. I know what happened." "Yeah, but apparently I don't, so would you mind filling me in?" He heard Wesley and Spike enter the room behind him. Her face crumpled a little. I didn't want to believe that it was true," she said. After a moment, any sign of weakness was gone. Her gaze slid past him to the men behind him. "You bastards." "Nice to see you, too, Slayer." Spike's drawl was thick with irritation. "Buffy, what do you want?" Wesley asked. "Don't talk to me. I know what you did," she spat at him. "How could you do that to Xander? I thought he was your friend!" "What the hell are you talking about?" Wesley demanded, stepping forward. "Willow went back to get you. She see it all. She saw you make Xander let Spike feed from him. What did you do, bring him back here and have Spike turn him?" Shit. His friends didn't know he was Immortal. Of course that was the only explanation that they could come up with for his resurrection. And with Spike's presence in the room, Buffy Spider-senses would be confusing her about his true nature. "Buffy, listen. This isn't what you think." "Shut up!" She raised one of her stakes. "You're not Xander any more. You're a monster wearing his face. Although not for much longer." The stake waving beneath his nose was beginning to irritate him. "Buffy, just calm down and listen to me for a moment. You don't know the whole story. Just give me a second and I can explain it to you." "I'm not going to stand here and listen to your lies." "For fuck's sake, give the man a chance to talk." Spike moved restlessly behind Xander. Buffy snarled. "Maybe I'll kill you first," she said, sidestepping Xander. "You never should have touched him." Xander took a step back and stepped firmly in front of Buffy. "You're not going to kill anyone. You need to calm down." Not that she would. She was running on anger and passion, good when she was facing down a real threat, not so good when she was wrong. It was hard enough to get her to listen to reason in normal situations; it was almost impossible when she was this upset. "Fine, if you want to be the first to die, I'll take care of you first." "Buffy, would you just shut up for a moment and listen to me? You've got this wrong. Willow did see Spike drink from me, but it didn't kill me." "Being vampire means that you're dead," Buffy said snidely. That was it. He could appreciate that she was upset over his 'death'. Really, he could. But he was sick of only being able to get a few sentences out at a time. "Try pulling your head out of your ass and maybe you'll be able to hear what I'm trying to tell you. If you'd consider for just a moment that you might not know all the facts just because you're the Slayer, maybe you'd figure out what really happened." She stared at him, and for a moment he'd thought he'd finally gotten through to her. "Xander would never say that to me," she whispered. He didn't give her the chance to attack. She wasn't going to listen to him, not until he had her disarmed and gave her absolute proof that he wasn't a vampire. He'd probably have to sit on her to get her to hold still long enough to listen. He wasn't sure he could take her, but he had to try. He thrust upward with his forearm, knocking the stake in her raised fist out of alignment with his body. He intended to follow up with a sweeping kick to her legs and then use the gun to make her stay down, but he was thrown off balance when Riley rushed past him. Xander scowled as he watched the soldier move to block Wesley from coming to his aid. He realized that Willow and Oz were moving to counter anything Oz might do. He snapped his attention back to Buffy, but it was too late. She took advantage of his momentary distraction. "Goodbye, Xander," she said quietly, before ramming the stake in her other hand home in his chest. Xander stared at her in disbelief, agony ripping through his chest and spreading outward throughout the rest of his body. He never thought that she'd actually do it. Not his friend. He never... ***** I'm a wench, I'm a wench. You are so lucky Sandy is an angel (a naughty angel, but still an angel) and has persuaded me to post the rest of the fic before I go on vacation - so the rest of the story will be posted over the next few days, K? And now a note about the Richie/Giles interludes - they've been put temporarily on hold. They'll be added to the story when they are, and notices will be posted as soon as they're up. If you've enjoyed them, be sure to email Sandy (ssfdu@hotmail.com) and tell her so! Kay