Title: Entropy
Series: Ashes to Ashes
Author: Jon Emery
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Summary: Xander visits Caritas to find out who brought him back, and the energy between him and the two vampires is finally consummated.
Pairing: Xander/Spike, Xander/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: None of the characters of Buffy or Angel belong to me; they are the property of Joss Whedon (dammit!).
Notes: Finally, the sex is here! It took me a while to get to it, but hey, I'm new…
It had been at least eight hours since Xander had left the Hyperion, and no-one had heard anything from him. Cordelia had gone out with Wesley to look for him, but they had found nothing. It was still daylight, so Spike and Angel were confined to the hotel. The tension between them had only risen as the hours passed, and as their concern for Xander's safety grew.
It was just past seven when Cordelia and Wesley got back, and Angel could tell straight away that Xander was nowhere to be found.
"Don't be so stupid, you fucking idiot!" Spike said. "People don't just disappear, not into thin air. Although, you might have frightened him enough to make him want to vanish."
"What, so this is my fault?" Angel asked. "How the hell did you figure that one out?"
"Well, if you hadn't gotten all soul-wrenchingly confessional on him and tried to get him in the sack, then he would still be here, and we would be finding the creature that brought him back." Angel couldn't think of a comeback to that, since it was all true, so just scowled at his wayward childe and said;
"It was just a kiss."
"Well that was obviously enough! Christ, Angelus, you must have really let your technique go over the years if you can't even hold onto a teenager. My teenager!"
"Guys!" Cordelia stepped between them, and then glared accusingly at Angel. "You kissed Xander?" Angel nodded, and looked at his feet. "Well it's no wonder that he's so freaked out! I mean, you of all people put the moves on him barely a week after he crawls out of his own grave! This kind of shit should be televised!"
"Huh?"
"God, Angel, don't you get it? Xander had a crush on you all through High School. Wait, no, he was in love with you all through High School. But you were too pig-headed to see it, so you focused all your soul-tortured attention on Buffy, and Xander decides to forget about you. Then, he is pulled back from whatever kind of afterlife he was in and you decide that you like him after all! As if he wasn't confused enough!"
Both Spike and Angel took a step back from the fuming cheerleader, shock apparent on both their faces.
"So if you could both just keep your pants on long enough to find Xander, please. 'Cause he is really hurting right now…" She put a hand to her forehead. "Really hurting…" Angel just had time to catch her before she collapsed, a strange moan coming out of her mouth. When she opened her eyes, she quickly pulled away from Angel and stood on her own two feet. "It's Xander! He's being cornered by a vampire gang just outside that warehouse in Deadman's District." Angel looked at the windows, and saw that the sun was just setting.
"Right, we've got a few minutes before they leave their nest to feed. Let's go."
It had been around ten, eleven in the morning when Xander had left the hotel, and it had seemed that merely minutes had passed while he was walking around, but before he knew it the sun was setting and Xander could feel a number of presences behind him. Turning slowly, he counted six vampires, all dressed from head to toe in leather. Oh, great… Xander thought. Bondage vamps.
"Did you want something?" He asked calmly, carrying off the bored tone of voice expertly. It achieved the effect that he had wanted; they were wondering why he wasn't terrified at the sight of six escapees from the Leather Den, all in game face. They recovered from their shock quickly, and what looked like the leader said;
"Yeah, we were looking for a snack."
"There's a great restaurant about three blocks away. Try the veal. Anything else?" One of the less-pretty vamps snarled contemptuously.
"Why the hell aren't you scared? We are fiends of evil, the scourge of the Earth!"
"Really? I was going with the slut-brides from Planet X. Sorry."
"How about we threaten to kill you?" The leader took two strides forward, and let out a low growl.
"Been there, done that. You know how it is, I like to travel."
"And what if we do kill you?"
"Trust me, won't help."
The leader took another step towards Xander, paused, then sniffed the air.
"Fuck, man!" He turned back to his gang. "This guy reeks of Angel!"
"Who's Angel?" One asked.
"He's the fuckin' pervert that sleeps with humans and kills our kind. Looks like he's got a new pet. Hey, whadya say we leave him a message?" He turned back to Xander, just in time to see the piece of scrap wood go straight through his chest. Looking at Xander, he lout a slow "fuck" before dissipating. The five remaining vampires just stared at Xander in confusion, a confusion that soon turned to anger.
"You killed Drazik!" One exclaimed furiously.
"Well, duh… Wait, he was called Drazik? No wonder people think vampires are evil." The vampire just snarled and ran at Xander, shrieking. Xander hit him with an open palm, and the power building up inside of him threw the vampire against the wall. He could feel the energy flowing through him like he had the night of the resurrection, the same feeling that he was in the middle of the ocean, only this time, instead of being rocked and thrown by the waves, he rode the power. As one by one the vampires rushed him, he just threw them in opposite directions, a heat building up beneath his skin, a heat that needed to be released. As the last of the six vampires tried to attack him, he grabbed her by the neck, and let the fire out. She barely had time to scream before she burst into flames, and five identical fires started at the same moment, destroying all of the vampires. The feel of the power all around him, running through his veins, was like nothing he had ever experienced before.
As the rush subsided, Xander leant, panting, against the wall, looking down at his hands. They were red, pulsing with heat. Hearing footsteps, Xander looked upp to see Angel and Spike run into the alley, and take in the destruction.
"You're a little late," he told them. "If you want a job done, you've got to do it yourself…" He pushed away from the wall and started walking towards them.
"Wait, you did this?" Angel asked incredulously.
"Well, do you see anyone else around?" Sighing and shaking his head, Xander left the alley.
Back at the hotel, Xander spoke solely to Cordelia and Wesley, deciding that if Angel and Spike wanted to talk about what happened, then they could come to him. So he settled down at the research table, and listened to what Wesley had to say.
"There is always a lot of energy in the universe, and there are records of anomalies moving through the cosmos, causing strange occurrences when they clash with other energy, or major lacks of energy, where life has recently gone. This kind of thing results in people coming back to life, although the longest any of those people had been dead was six hours, so there was still motor activity and brain function for the energy to react with. But you were gone for three months, and physical decay had started, which meant that whatever brought your soul back had to regenerate your body as well."
"So that wipes out random energy anomalies. Which means what? Could it have been some sort of witch?"
"Well, a necromancer is a possibility, but they would have to possess a great amount of power, or have access to someone else's, like a god or a demon."
"Which means that we're not really sure of anything?"
"Pretty much." Xander rubbed his eyes, sat back in his chair and moaned.
"We don't even have anything to go on. I mean, some kind of clue would be absolutely great!" Cordelia nodded in agreement, then clapped her hands in some kind of revelation.
"Caritas!"
"Huh?" Xander looked at Wesley. "What's a Caritas?" Wesley looked at him with the same excitement that Cordelia had.
"It's a nightclub downtown, there's a demon there that reads people's souls, their futures. It could help."
"Good to know that you only think of this after I set fire to half a dozen people."
"Vampires, Xander."
"Whatever."
"No way. Are you crazy or something?"
"No, Xander, it's just the way it is, Xander. The Host can only read your soul if you sing. It's the rules."
"You have to be kidding, I mean, the guy's green for heaven's sakes!"
"Don't be so prejudiced. I mean, I thought you of all people-"
"If you mention the gay thing again, I swear I will walk out that door, Cordy."
"And if I don't, you'll stay?"
"Do we have any other leads?"
"No."
"Then I'll stay."
"Good boy."
Ten minutes later, Xander was on stage singing "Shape of My Heart" by Sting, the only reasonable song he could find in the Caritas repertoire. He was actually quite surprised that they had it, after all, how many Fyral demons listen to Sting?
The Host stood by the bar, watching the young man belt out the tones of depression and solitude.
"So what do you think?" Cordelia asked him, her expression hopeful. "Do you see anything?"
"Well, sort of. I mean, all of his chakras are out of phase, his energy is just totally unfocused. It's like he's been changed on the most basic level. What the hell happened to this guy?"
"He was brought back from the dead."
"Resuscitated?"
"No, resurrected."
"Oh. Well, that explains the shadow around him, the aura that's saying he shouldn't be here. Plus, there's a trace of something immensely powerful on him, like he's been touched by something ancient, something absolute."
"Like a demon?"
"More like a god."
"It could be the energy from the gates… he jumped into a Portal."
"No, I can see that magic too, it's not the same… and why the hell did he jump into a Portal?"
"To save the world."
"You guys do that a lot, don't you."
"Yep."
Xander left the stage and joined the two of them.
"So, anything?"
"Lorne says that you've been touched by a god."
"That's Glory."
"Who?"
"The Big Bad that wanted to kill Dawn. She was a Hellgod."
"So she was a psycho? Pure evil?" The Host asked.
"Sure, and right towards the end she was a total loony. She had a thing with mental instability."
"Well I'm not sensing any of that on you. There's nothing unstable or malicious about your aura, just a strong sense of a god's power. I'm not talking about Church and Sunday school; I'm talking older than that. A real Old God."
"Do you have any idea what it wants? What I'm supposed to do?"
"Something about balance, or keeping things right, but it's all very vague. Gods can be like that."
When Xander returned from Caritas with Cordelia and Wesley, both Angel and Spike jumped up from their seats and made their way towards him. Both Cordy and Wes made a quick exit, not wanting to be caught in the argument that they thought would commence between the two vampires. So much for real friends, Xander thought tiredly. Would he really have to diffuse them both by himself? Sighing, he took off his coat and threw it over a chair.
"So, which one of you is going to start first?"
"Neither of us." Angel said. "We've been talking, and… We've come to a conclusion."
"A conclusion, really." Xander replied dryly. "And what does this conclusion entail?"
"Look," Spike said. "We both know that things are completely up in the air right now, but there's so much tension between the three of us, we have to do something about it."
"I thought that we took care of the tension between the two of us, Spike. And I only kissed Angel."
"It was more than that, both of you know it." Spike said. "You've been tense around him for days."
"Xander," Angel cut in. "I'm sorry that I dropped such a bombshell on you earlier, but I thought that things would be better if you knew how I feel."
"How come you two are so friendly all of a sudden?" Xander asked. "When I left, the two of you were ready for serious dismemberment." What is the matter with me? He suddenly thought. The angrier I get, the more I have to fight not to kiss either of them…
"Like I said, we've been talking. We worked through a few of our differences." Angel said.
"Oh, so we're going to solve this with group therapy?"
"No," Spike walked closer to Xander. "We're going to surrender to this energy between us." The compulsion to just tear the clothes off the both of them was getting unbearable. Spike gestured to Angel, and said softly: "Go to him." Xander looked at Angel, and took one small step forward. The burning was killing him, this urge… how had he let it get this far? He loved Spike, and Angel… if someone asked him that a week ago, he would have laughed in their face (if he hadn't been shell-shocked from waking up in a coffin). Now, all he could think of was being one with him, with Angel, with Spike, their bodies indeterminable. He closed the remaining distance between them in a heartbeat, pausing directly before him, looking into those deep, beautifully dark eyes, caught in the energy… then their lips were one, their hands one, as their bodies pressed so tightly together that not even an earthquake could have pulled them apart. Their hands wandered over each other's bodies, revelling in the feel of new flesh, new territories to explore… and conquer. Angel moved his lips and tongue down to Xander's neck, and Xander watched Spike as the older vampire caressed his throat with his mouth. He grabbed the blonde's hand and pulled him close, their lips locking together as tightly as his had with Angel.
Pressing his right hand to Angel's chest, he pushed him away, and with his left hand turned Spike around to face his Sire. Then the energy took control of them, and Angel was pushing Spike up against a wall, the younger vampire's legs wrapped around Angel's waist. It was a sight that would have taken Xander's breath away if he hadn't already been breathless. He smiled, and started walking slowly towards the stairs, making sure that they noticed what he was doing. The vampires followed him to his room, where he stood in front of both of them.
"Strip." They both obeyed, and as they shed their clothes so did Xander. Barely taking a second to observe their supernatural beauty, Xander ordered Angel to get onto the bed. "Spike, I want you to fuck me, while I'm with Angel." He laid himself on top of the older vampire, and started to writhe over him, hands exploring the muscular chest, the strong arms, and his huge cock…
When he felt Spike's dick push gently into his ass, Xander let out a deep moan and raised himself up so that he was sitting on Angel's legs, jacking himself and the vampire off while Spike fucked him, their bodies merging into one mass of pulsating energy, thrusting and moaning in a frantic dance towards ecstasy.
Spike thrust into Xander one more time and exploded, every ounce of strength draining out of him. This brought Xander over the edge, and as he came, he pulled Angel into the arms of pleasure, too. They stayed that way for what seemed like hours, completely exhausted, and feeling closer to each other than they had ever thought would be possible.
To Be Continued
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