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 <g> Series: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Pairing:
Xander/Wesley, Xander/Wesley/Spike, Duncan/Methos, Giles/Richie...etc.
Rating: NC-17 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 (<sniff> 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? <g>

Part Six/?

Wesley moved closer to Xander, fingers once again entangled with his
lover's.  Xander looked over at him with a flashing grin.  Leaning in
close, the young man murmured, "Vampires and Immortals and Watchers, oh
my."

Wesley chuckled.  "Does that make you Dorothy?"

"I always fancied myself as more a Scarecrow kinda guy, personally." 
Xander tilted his head and licked at Wesley's ear.  "Who did you want to
be?"

Wesley was saved from having to answer by MacLeod's irritated, "Would you
two like us to wait while you go get a room?"

Xander nipped at Wesley's ear, deliberately not pulling away for several
moments.  When he did, he shot an irritated look at the long-haired man. 
"We won't need a room.  I've got to go take care of something."  He jerked
his chin over toward the darkened street a block away.

Wesley nodded his comprehension.  "You'll catch up with us?"

"As long as Spike isn't lying to us, I know where you're going."

"Hey!" Spike objected.

"Don't even bother," Xander said.  "I won't be long," he promised Wesley.

"Have fun," Wesley said, before pressing his lips to Xander's.  After a
moment his lover was gone, disappearing down a side street.

"Where's he going?" Adam asked.

"Family business," Wesley said shortly.  It wasn't his job to explain it
to them.  He stared at Spike.  "Were you planning on getting us to our
quarry tonight?  Or perhaps you wished to wait until dawn and then light
the way with your flaming body?"

The vampire glared at him before his expression shifted into a speculative
smirk.  "Whatever you want, pet."  He started walking again.

Wesley shivered a little as he followed behind him.  He loved Xander, was
still surprised by the depth of the feelings he held for the other man,
but it was difficult not to be affected by Spike.  The vampire was a sexy
bastard and was well-aware of it.  Watching the blond man walk ahead of
him, he spared a glare for the enveloping leather duster that concealed
the body encased in tight jeans.  It just wasn't fair.

He ignored the mutterings of the Immortals and kept walking, keeping half
of his attention focused on the direction in which Xander had disappeared.
 He wasn't worried about Xander, not really:  he knew his lover could take
care of himself.  He just preferred having Xander's solid warmth beside
him, hearing him talk and breathe, being able to turn and see him smile.

He glanced behind him and caught Joe's eyes.  He slowed down and fell back
to walk beside the other man.  "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

Joe looked at him speculatively.  "I'm not going to guarantee you any
answers."

Wesley smiled faintly.  "Fair enough."  He kept looking at the other man
from the corner of his eye.  "How long of you been a Watcher?"  He didn't
miss the startle jerk, or Joe's measuring stare.

"What do you know about Watchers?"  Joe's voice was low and controlled.

"I was one, once.  Oh, not your branch.  We...they...focus on more 
supernatural areas, rather than just Immortals.  Most attention is paid to
the Slayer, as well as various varieties of demons.  Ever hear of us?"

Joe shook his head.  "Bits and pieces, nothing definite.  Just that there
was another group of people out there keeping an eye on things even
weirder than the stuff we take care of."

"So that's how you heard of the Hellmouth?"

"I'm high enough up in the hierarchy that I know about the need to keep
Immortals out of here.  Immortals like your boyfriend."

Wesley grinned.  His boyfriend.  He had a boyfriend.  Xander was his
boyfriend.  He caught the line his thoughts were taking with a rueful
grin.  Next thing he knew he'd be writing 'Mr. Wesley Harris' on sheets of
paper and doodling hearts.  Dear Lord, he was acting like a teenager.

And he liked it.  Xander was such a bad influence.  He was looking forward
to seeing what other ways his lover would effect him.

He realized that he'd stopped paying attention to Joe and looked back at
the other man.  "Xander grew up here.  I believe we both know the dangers
of him being here better than you do.  He is careful and know the risks he
faces from demons.  He knows never to take a head here, not that Immortals
ever stay here."

"How does he handle the headache?  None of these three have stopped
bitching about the pain since we got here."

Wesley hesitated for a moment.  "He grew up here.  He's used to it."  He
wasn't going to tell them about the spell.  If things got ugly, he wanted
Xander to have every advantage possible over these men.  He didn't know
them, and while he might need to work with them he didn't have to trust
them.

Joe looked ready to press his point, but he was thwarted by Xander's
return. 
  The dark-haired man was grinning darkly and breathing hard.

"Did you have fun?" Wesley asked.

Xander's smile was viciously amused.  "He had a gun this time.  He waved
it at me until I told him all it would do was piss me off if he shot me."

"But he didn't?"

"I think he's beginning to give up.  I'm beginning to break the old 
bastard's spirit."

"Who are you talking about?" Joe asked.

"My father," Xander answered.  "I like to drop by the house every so often
and give him the chance to try to kill me.  I love the look on his face
when I show up the next day completely healed."

"You can't do that," MacLeod said sharply.  "It's dangerous!"

"No shit.  I mentioned the gun, right?"

"He could find out what you are.  You're not supposed to run around and
tell mortals about us.  Immortality isn't some sort of prank to pull on
people.  To pull on your *father*."

Wesley moved to stand between Xander and the long-haired man.  "You don't
know Xander's father," he said, voice low and quiet.  Xander had started
this game after his father pushed him down the basement stairs shortly
after his return to Sunnydale.  Xander hadn't expected the attack and had
fallen badly, breaking his neck and dying as he lay helpless in a crumpled
heap.  When he'd revived and climbed up the stairs an hour later, his
father had been terrified and Xander's game had begun.  If it was up to
Wesley, the man wouldn't just be harassed; he'd be dead.  "And you forget
this is the Hellmouth.  Here, the dead walk on a regular basis."

"Getting some of your own back, are you?" Spike asked.  There was a light
that looked very much like respect in his eyes.  "Good for you, pet."

Xander shrugged.  "It's always good for a laugh."  He shared a smirk with
Spike and then they were walking, hunting the renegade Immortal once more.

Wesley was surprised by Spike's support, but it did make a sort of sense. 
The vampire certainly held his own Sire in contempt.  He ignored the
disapproving glances from the other men, although Adam really didn't seem
to care what Xander did.  He caught Xander's hand in his once more,
drawing him close.  Xander came willingly and under Wesley's gaze his
smile became more natural, less dark.  He couldn't blame Xander for
harassing his father but he was always relieved when that smirk vanished
and his lover's easy smile came back.  He was distracted from his thoughts
when he saw that Spike had stopped walking.  "What is wrong?  Did you
forget where you were planning to ambush us?"

"Shh," the vampire hissed.  "Can't you hear that?  There's fighting up
ahead."

Wesley stilled and he could barely hear the sounds of conflict. 
"Definitely fighting."  He didn't look at Xander as he started running; he
didn't need to.  He knew that Xander would be right beside him.  Fighting
in Sunnydale almost always meant members of the Scooby Gang.

Running around the corner, Wesley slowed down as they turned the corner,
taking in what he was seeing.  Buffy was fiercely engaged in fighting with
a man dressed in long robes.  The reason for the Slayer's ferocity lay in
the street behind Buffy:  Willow was down.

"Willow!" Xander shouted, pulling his gun from the back of his waistband. 
With a quick glance toward Wesley he was gone, running toward the
fighting.

Wesley moved off to the side, intent on flanking the delusional Immortal. 
One part of him was caught up in horrified amusement:  the man had gone
out and found himself robes so he could dress up like a wizard.  It was
rather sad, in a completely laughable kind of way.

He flinched as he heard the robed Immortal begin chanting.  "He's going to
try throwing Kreslir's Fire again!"  He may have gotten a new wardrobe,
but he hadn't learned any new tricks.  Wesley's eyes widened in surprise
as MacLeod charged into the fray and tackled Buffy, knocking her to the
ground. 
  Kreslir's Fire missed them completely.   "What are you doing?" he
  yelled.

"At least he's got the rules down!" Xander shouted.

Buffy shoved MacLeod off of her, using her Slayer strength to send him
staggering back several steps.  "Xander, do you know this guy?"  She stood
and brushed herself off.

"That depends.  Will you kick my ass if I say yes?"

"Just keep him out of my way."

"This man was attacking you," MacLeod objected.

"Yeah.  I sorta noticed that.  Now could you just stay the hell out of my
way while I finish this?"  She glared at Xander.  "We'll be talking
later."  She turned and leapt at the robed Immortal, putting him back on a
physical defensive.

Xander grabbed MacLeod.  "I want you to stay with me and wait for my
signal to move in."  His voice was raised; Buffy was muttering her
irritation as she battered at the Immortal.

"I don't-" MacLeod began to object, but Xander didn't let him finish.

"Wes, you keep an eye on whatever magic this guy might try.  The rest of
you, stay out of this unless I tell you we need you."  He licked his lips.
 "And take care of Willow."  His gaze strayed over to his friend, who was
beginning to stir on the ground.

Wesley divided his attention between their enemy and Willow.  He trusted
Xander to take care of himself so he wanted to make sure the strangers
took care of Willow.  Fortunately, he didn't have to trust them long.  The
rest of the Scooby Gang showed up, probably drawn by the sounds of
fighting.  Oz and Giles immediately began to tend to the fallen woman,
while Riley immediate moved closer to Wesley, helping him to pen in the
Immortal.

Xander pulled MacLeod around to help him circle around the Immortal.  The
stranger realized what they were doing and threw Buffy away from him,
clearly looking to escape.  MacLeod pulled his sword, ignoring Xander's
furious objections.

"Xander!"  Wesley's shout came too late; distracted by MacLeod's sword,
Xander wasn't ready for the Immortal's break for freedom.  Wesley watched
as his lover was thrown sideways, slamming into MacLeod.

Slamming into MacLeod's sword.

Wesley scrambled over to Xander, letting Riley and Buffy try to chase the
fleeing man.  He dropped to his knees beside Xander.  "Are you all right?"

"He caught me," Xander said, breathing in tight, controlled gasps.  "Not
bad enough to kill me, but it hurts like a bitch."

Wesley checked the wound himself, sighing in relief.  He was bleeding, but
the wound wasn't deep.  "It'll heal quickly."  He shrugged out of his
jacket and helped Xander pull it on.  "You will pay for the cleaning."  He
knew Xander wasn't ready to tell his friends what he was so they were
going to have to hide the fact that he had been injured.

"Yeah, yeah."  Xander ran his fingers down the line of Wesley's jaw, then
groaned as he heaved himself to his feet.

"Xan, are you hurt?"  Buffy and Riley walked over to them.  The Slayer
looked her friend over in concern.

"I'm good.  Just twisted my side when I fell.  What are you two doing
back?"

"We lost him.  Slippery guy just vanished down an alley."  She raised her
eyebrows as she looked over the strangers.  "Friends of yours, Xander?"

"Uh, not exactly.  I ran into them tonight and I was bringing them to
Giles. 
  It turns out that this guy isn't exactly normal."

"The robes and Fire o' Stench was kind of a tip off."

"Kreslir's Fire," Willow muttered, letting Oz help her to her feet.  "It
was Kreslir's Fire."

"Yeah," Xander said.  "You ok, Wills?"  After her nod, he turned his
attention back to Buffy.  "No, I mean weird beyond the wizard
wannabe-ness.  These guys are tracking him."  He looked over at Wesley.

Wesley nodded quickly, catching Xander's ploy.  "Yes.  They are members of
a group not dissimilar to that of the Watchers.  Rather than being
concerned with the Slayer, they monitor a group of people known as
Immortals."

"Hey!"  Joe made his way forward.  "What do you think you're doing?"

Xander held his hands up.  "I know, I know, you're a secret society.  But
they need to know what we're up against, Joe.  I'm not going to let them
go into this blind."

"It's too dangerous."  Wesley took up the narrative immediately, not
giving anyone else a chance to speak.  "Joe and his assistants came to
Sunnydale tracking this man down.  He's one of the Immortals, and they are
qualified to take care of him.  He's gone quite mad and they need our
assistance."  He glared at the Immortals, willing them to go along with
the story.  It protected the truth about their natures, after all.  More
importantly, it protected the truth about Xander's.

Adam sighed.  "Fine.  I guess you all do need to know.  We're here to get
this man under control before he causes anymore chaos."

Giles nodded slowly.  "I've heard of Immortals and of another group of
Watchers.  If this man really is an Immortal, we'll need their help."

Wesley sighed in relief.  They were going to go along with it.  No one's
secret was going to be revealed.  They'd be able to take care of this
without any major problems.  A voice from the shadows destroyed his
complacency.

"Yeah, Buffy.  We're just here to help."  Spike took drag on his cigarette
as he approached them.

"Spike," Buffy hissed, pulling out a stake.  "The only thing you're here
to do is die."

Shit!  Wesley exchanged a frantic look with Xander.  How were they going
to explain the vampire?  They could just let Buffy kill him, but the
Englishman was reluctant to allow that to happen.

"Buffy, wait!"  Xander held out a hand to her.  "Don't stake him yet. 
He's...ah...he's got a grudge against this Immortal.  Think about it,
Buff.  An Immortal.  A vampire is going to be useful."

"We don't need him," she said, hefting the stake.

"But we might.  He's agreed not to cause any trouble while he's hunting
this guy.  Hey, he even said that he'll drink bagged blood instead of
hunting."  Xander's fierce glare silenced any objection Spike might have
made.

Buffy glared at the vampire.  "One misstep and it's over.  So much as
sniff at someone's neck and you're dust."

"Got it, Slayer."  He took another drag.  "So what next?"

This time it was Wesley's turn to jump in with an idea.  "It will be dawn
in a few hours.  I suggest that we return home to rest and meet tomorrow
to form a plan."

Buffy yawned hugely as she nodded.  "Fine.  Giles's house at five.  I'm
going to want real answers by then."  She pointed at Spike.  "Who's going
to babysit him?"

Wesley caught Xander's gaze and saw the distinct 'what the hell' look in
his lover's eyes.  "We will.  If all else fails, I can always lock him in
a room with wards."  He caught the skeptical look on the Scooby Gang's
faces, knowing that they doubted his abilities.  That was fine.  That
didn't matter so long as Xander stared at him with absolute trust and
belief - just as he was doing then.  The group began to break up.  Wesley
gave directions to Giles's house to Adam and bid him good night, then
walked after Xander to join him at Willow's side.

Xander looked his friend over with concern.  "You sure you're all right?"

She nodded, but winced a little.  "He just surprised me.  He started
yelling about needing what I had and just rushed me.  I didn't have time
to try to do anything before he knocked me over.  It's a good thing Buffy
was with me."

Xander briefly touched Oz's arm.  "Take her home and take care of her,
man." 
  Oz nodded and wordlessly wrapped his arm around Willow's shoulder and
shepherded her away.

Wesley reached out to touch Xander's shoulder.  They were careful not to
touch too much in front of the Scooby Gang.  Neither of them were ashamed
of what they had, but Wesley especially was reluctant to tell the others. 
He wasn't ready to deal with questions and jokes.  For right now, he just
wanted to keep what they had private, to treasure and enjoy it for a
little while longer.

Xander smiled at him wearily and flexed his shoulders experimentally,
stretching out his side.  "Healed," he said quietly.

"Good," Wesley said, pulling Xander into his arms.  He slid his arms
around his lover's waist, pressing their bodies close together.  "I can't
wait any longer for this."  He lowered his mouth to Xander's, drinking in
the taste of his lover, reveling in the sweet play of tongue against
tongue.  He jerked a little as Xander nipped at his lips.  He mock-glared.
 "If you don't stop that, we might not make it home."

"I'll stand look out."  Spike's offer reminded Wesley that they weren't
alone.  With a rueful smile, he kissed Xander once more before stepping
away from him.

"Time to head home," Xander said.  "We wouldn't want you to flame away in
the sunlight after we had all the fun of stopping Buffy from killing you,
now would we?"

"I can take her," Spike said.

Xander snorted and looked at Wesley.  "Want to call for take-out for him?"

Wesley nodded and pulled out his cellphone.  He dialed a familiar number
and began to walk back toward the apartment.  He smiled when his hand was
caught in Xander's.  He squeezed his lover's hand as he began to talk on
the phone. 
  "Lreel?  It's Wyndem-Pryce.  I need a cooler of blood bags delivered to
  my 
place about twenty minutes ago."  He ignored Lreel's protests and looked
over at Spike.  "Any preference for blood-type?"

Spike shook his head.  "So long as it's human, type doesn't actually make
any difference."

Wesley spoke over Lreel.  "I don't think I'm being unreasonable.  I'm not
even asking for a specific blood-type.  All I expect is that a delivery
boy will be waiting for me at my door with a cooler of human blood.  And
Lreel?  I'll be home in ten minutes."  He hung up on the shrieked curses
coming from the other end of the line.

"Your boy didn't sound happy," Spike said.  "I'm not going to get any
supper.  And whose bright idea was it to tell the Slayer that I wouldn't
be hunting?"  He glared at Xander.

"Oh, that bright idea?  It came from the same guy who stopped her from
staking your ass.  The same guy that's giving you a place out of the sun
that doesn't involve shacking up with a corpse."

"Nothing wrong with staying in a crypt.  I'm a vampire, for fuck's sake."

Xander ignored Spike's mutterings and grinned at Wesley.  "Someday you're
going to have to tell me what you did to Lreel."

"I didn't do anything to him," Wesley said with grave dignity.  "I am
merely a highly valued customer."

Xander laughed.  As they neared the apartment, he pointed out ahead of
them. 
  "Delivery boy as requested, sir."

Wesley fought down a burst of arousal at Xander's words and focused on
where his lover had pointed.  He was right.  A nervous Henta demon was
fidgeting in front of the door to their apartment building, standing watch
over a cooler by its feet.  Its fidgeting grew worse as they approached.

Wesley moved away from Xander to stand in front of the Henta.  He faced it
with his arms crossed and no smile on his face.  "Is this my order?"

The Henta nodded violently.

"Is it correct?"

The demon nodded so vehemently that Wesley worried it would do itself an
injury.

"Then you may go."  He watched the Henta scurry away down the street.  As
he unlocked the door, he glanced over his shoulder.  Xander was right
behind him and Spike was picking up the cooler.  As the vampire
straightened, there was a look of something like respect on his face.

Wesley smirked to himself as he walked up the stairs.  It was nice to see
that his skills in intimidation were beginning to pay off.  He opened the
door to the upper apartment and stepped back to allow Xander to enter in
front of him.  His smirk grew.  Chivalry?  Nope.  He just wanted to check
out Xander's ass in jeans one last time before he removed them.  An
irritated throat clearing drew his attention back to the hallway.

Spike raised an eyebrow.  "Should I just camp out in the hallway, then?"

"If you like.  If that gets boring, you are welcome to come inside."

Spike snarled at him but there was no real malice behind it.  The vampire
wandered into the kitchen and began to stow his blood in the fridge.

"Where are we going to stick our little ray of darkness?" Xander asked.

"My room."  Wesley grinned at Xander.  They'd tried out both beds and he
definitely preferred the extra space in Xander's.  He looked over at
Spike.  "You can stay in the bedroom on the left.  I'm going to set a
ward.  If you try to leave the apartment before I've removed it..." he let
his voice trail away.

"Oh, don't be coy, pet.  What'll happen to me?"  Spike tore open one of
the blood packets and poured it into a saucepan.

"If it survives you imploding, can I have your duster?" Xander asked,
putting on his begging face.

Wesley watched the superior look slide off of Spike's face as he was faced
with the full force of Xander's attention and pleading.  The smirk was
back in moments, but Wesley had seen it disappear.  He wrapped an arm
around Xander and led him over to the bedroom on the right.  "Sleep well."
 He shut the door firmly behind them.

"What was that about?" Xander asked.  He sat down on the bed and pulled
off his shoes.

Wesley tried to look innocent but Xander was unmoved.  He decided to just
be honest.  "I didn't like how he was looking at you."

Xander smiled gently at him.  "You should probably be more worried about
the way I look at him," he confessed.  "Spike is..."  He shook his head
helplessly.  "Spike is Spike."

Wesley nodded.  "I know what you mean.  He's awfully hard to resist, isn't
he?"  He shared a conspiratorial grin with Xander.  "He's got the walk and
the attitude..."

"The ass and the accent..."

"And just what is so seductive about his accent?" Wesley demanded.

"Nothing," Xander said, sinking to his knees to untie Wesley's shoes. 
"I'm just a sucker for accents, I guess."

Wesley swallowed hard, the arousal he'd felt outside returning full force.
 "Xander..."  His voice was hoarse.

Xander looked up at him.  "Wes?  You OK?"

"I won't be if I don't get out of my jeans soon."

Xander blinked and seemed to realize how his position could be viewed.  He
was kneeling in front of Wesley.  His eyes darkened.  "Does this have
anything to do with the fact that you almost crushed my hand outside?"

"Right after you called me 'sir'."  Wesley's embarrassment disappeared
under the heat of Xander's gaze.

"Well," Xander said speculatively.  Staying on his knees, he reached up
and unbuttoned Wesley's jeans, gently pulling them down his legs to pool
at his ankles.  Xander raised one foot in his hands and removed shoes,
socks, and pants.

Wesley braced himself with a hand on Xander's shoulder as he raised the
other foot.  He reached up and pulled off his own shirt, then reached down
and fingered the collar of his jacket as it lay against the warm skin of
Xander neck.  "Take this off."

Xander nodded mutely, shrugging out of the jacket.  As Wesley continued to
stare at him, he pulled off his ruined and shirt and tossed it on top of
the jacket.  He stared up at Wesley, breath coming faster than before.

The blue-eyed man reached down and cradled Xander's face in his hand.  He
murmured in pleasure when his lover turned his head to nuzzle at his palm
and press a soft kiss in the center of it.  Holding Xander's gaze, he
pulled the kneeling man's face toward him.  Xander came easily, lips
parting as his tongue snaked out to lick at the tip of Wesley's erection. 
Wesley gasped at the feel of moist heat curling around him in teasing
licks.  He couldn't help the forward thrust of his hips.  Xander
immediately stopped his teasing and opened his mouth, allowing Wesley's
hardness to slide inside as he raised his hands to rest them on Wesley's
hips.  At the feel of Xander's mouth around him and his tongue playing
along the underside of his erection Wesley moaned out loud and sank his
hands into Xander's hair.  He looked down as he began to thrust lazily
into Xander's mouth, so he caught the sudden glint of amusement in
Xander's eyes just before the younger man began to hum.  Gasping at the
feel of it, Wesley stepped back.

"What's wrong?" Xander asked, hands moving in soothing circles on Wesley's
skin.

"Nothing," Wesley reassured him, stroking his fingers through Xander's
hair. 
  "It was good.  Too good, and I didn't plan on coming in your mouth."  He
  
waited for Xander's reaction.

The dark-eyed man stared up at him for a moment, then leaned forward to
place a sucking kiss on the tip of Wesley's erection.  "Please," he
whispered.

Wesley reached down and pulled Xander to his feet, leaning down to
unfasten his jeans.  Xander helped and soon he was naked as well.  Wesley
grabbed his upper arms and jerked him forward, kissing him thoroughly as
he backed him up to the bed.  He tumbled Xander back onto the bed, landing
on top of him.  He felt his lover's erection press up against him and
Xander arched up, seeking friction.  Wesley grabbed Xander's hands as they
began to wander down between their bodies and pinned his wrists to the
mattress on either side of his head.  Panting, he stared down into
Xander's eyes.  "Do you have anything?"

"I just got tested a month ago, Wes, and it came back clean."

Wesley ducked his head and bit Xander's nipple.

"Ow!"  Xander's breathing sped up.  "In the drawer.  Wes, please!"

Wesley licked the abused nipple, soothing it even as he jerked open the
drawer and began to feel around inside of it.  He grabbed the tube of
lubricant and opened it one-handed, yet another skill of which he couldn't
boast.  Switching over to Xander's other nipple, he coated one of his
fingers and slowly slid it inside of Xander.

Beneath him, Xander bucked and moaned.  The dark-haired man's face was
strained with pleasure, mouth open as he panted wetly for breath, head
thrown back as he fought to keep his eyes open.  When Wesley reached up to
trace his finger over the line of Xander's lips, Xander leaned forward,
closing his lips around the finger.  He sucked frantically at it, mutely
demonstrating his need.  Wesley rewarded him with a second finger inside,
speeding up his preparation.  Sure that Xander was ready, Wesley slicked
his erection and then began to slowly press himself inside his lover.

"More," Xander begged.  "Faster."

Wesley shook his head, not wanting to risk hurting him.  Xander groaned in
frustration, then hooked his ankles around Wesley's waist and pulled,
forcing Wesley deeper within himself.  Wesley gasped and gave in, burying
himself completely within his lover.  He held himself still for a moment,
treasuring the first moment of being totally joined to Xander.  He looked
down into eyes so dark they were almost black, seeing passion and need and
love, all so strong that he wouldn't have been able to believe that they
were meant for him without the knowledge that Xander could see the very
same things in his own gaze.

Xander was still for a moment as well, then he reached up one hand in
order lay his hand over Wesley's heart.  "I love you," he said softly.

Wesley leaned down and caught Xander's lips in a gentle kiss.  "I love
you," he replied, feeling the truth of the answer in the core of his soul.
 One more kiss and then he began to thrust slowly, long gentle glides back
and forth, pulling out almost all the way before completely sheathing
himself once more inside Xander.

Xander's hands traced random patterns of fire over his skin, fingers
bestowing lingering caresses and firmer touches in an sensual rhythm that
Wesley couldn't resist.  He began to quicken his thrusts, needing release,
needing to watch Xander's face as he came.  He reached down between them
to curl his fist around Xander's erection, pumping the hard flesh in time
with his own thrusts.  He heard Xander begin to cry out as his pleasure
built and was vaguely aware of his own needy sounds.  His orgasm caught
him by surprise, so powerful that he only had time to slam himself home
inside of Xander, triggering his lover's own release.

He tried to keep his weight off of Xander but his lover pulled him down. 
"I want to feel you," the younger man murmured.

Wesley sank down on top of him, Xander's flesh a perfect mattress the
boneless mass that had once been Wesley's body.  Withdrawing regretfully
from his lover, he nuzzled Xander's temple, inhaling the warm scent of him
as he kissed the fragile skin.  He hovered on the edge of sleep, too sated
and content to move.

Then he heard the door snick close.

Wesley sat up, staring hard at the door.  He was sure he had closed it. 
He'd been having his slight fit of jealousy and he'd wanted to separate
Xander from Spike.  There way no way that he'd not closed the door.

Xander propped himself up on his elbows.  "Undead voyeur," he muttered.

"That bleached bastard was watching us," Wesley hissed.  He started to get
up, but Xander wrapped his arms around him and held him still.  "Xander!"

"Let him be.  He's probably jerking off in the bathroom.  Do you really
want to walk in on that?"

Wesley groaned as a jolt of arousal shook him.  He could feel a blush
mounting on his cheeks as he met Xander's eyes.

Xander grinned and thrust up gently against him.  "Or maybe I should let
you go?"

He shook his head.  "I couldn't."

"Too in love with me?"

"No."  Wesley kept his expression absolutely serious.  "You waited too
long to go get a cloth and now I'm stuck to you.  Otherwise I'd be out
that door-"  His words trailed off into laughter as Xander growled at him
and bit his shoulder.

"Just for that, *you* can go get the towel," Xander said, fingers skating
across Wesley's flesh, seeking and finding ticklish spots.

Wesley would get a cloth and use it to clean both himself and Xander up. 
Then they would talk about Spike and what his interest in them could mean,
how their interest in him could develop.  Finally they would sleep and he
would have Xander in his arms and need nothing else in the world.

But first, he was going to win this tickle war.

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