CHAPTER TWO

Title: Not Happening
Author: RogueSpike
Pairing: Spike/Wesley, Angel/Fred
Rating: R, NC-17 later
Summary: Spike and Wesley are attracted to each other, Angel notices. He gets a guy to do a spell on them. The problem is, this guy has a really warped sense of humor.
Disclaimer: I don't own Spike or Wesley or Fred (which sucks) or Angel.
Warnings: Mpreg, OOCness.

Spike stood still as a stone, staring blankly at the man. After a moment he managed to find his voice.

"I'm WHAT!!!????"

The guy laughed. "Pregnant."

Spike sucked in a deep breath. "Um, mate? Two things, first, I'm a Vampire, and second, I'm MALE!!"

The guy was nearly choking he as laughing so hard now. "I know! That's why I had to alter your body for a short while. But magic, as I have found out, makes anything possible."

Spike was seriously considering ripping the guys throat out. "And why did you do this?"

The guy chuckld. "You'll find out for yourself. And besides, I've read your history, you've never killed a single kid before."

Spike groaned. "Nobodys supposed to know that."

Another panic attack hit him as he tried to think of the completely ridiculus thing that was happening to him. "But it CAN'T be happening, it just can't!!!"

The guy shrugged. "It is."

Spike ran. He didn't know where he was going, he just knew he was so confused and this thing was just so...WRONG! Things like this didn't happen! Things like this couldn't happen! Throw demons at him, make him fall in love with Slayers, anything. Just not something like this.

Spike ended up in Wesley's office. He wasn't there yet, so he just sat down and fell completely silent.

Wesley came in and saw Spike staring blankly at the wall. He frowned and walked over.

"Spike? Are you alright?"

Spike blinkd a couple of times and looked up at him. "Not...happening."

"What's not happening?"

Spike shook his head. "You know the spell? The guy that did it has a bloody weird sense of humor."

"What do you mean? Spike? Spike!"

Spike shook his head again. "You know how I've been throwin' up and stuff? He said I was...was...oh bloody hell I can't say it! Go ask him!"

Wesley disappeared. He came back with an equally shocked look on his face.

"That's not possible."

Spike put his head in his hands. "Maybe he's just pulling out legs."

Wesley nodded, and Spike noticed his hands were shaking. "But what if he's not?"

Spike laughed, a hysterical laugh. "Then it's just another bloody weird thing, innit!"

Wesley sat down on another chair next to Spike. His hands were still shaking, but he managed to reach over and put a hand on Spike's arm. Spike sucked in a deep breath to keep from panicking again.

For a while neither said anything. Spike sat there trying desparately to except what was happening to him, and Wesley was trying to figure out what spell could have done it.

Spike suddenly moved his chair as close as it would go to Wesley's, leaned over and burring his face in Wesley's shoulder. This little show of insecurity from Spike made Wesley feel suddenly protective. He put both his arms around Spike and rested his chin on top of his head.

"It'll be okay," He murmured. He moved his head to to Spike's own shoulder. "I won't let anything happen to you."

Spike shivered, suddenly realizing what Angel had meant by 'Sire traits.'Angelus had comforted him many a time just like this, although it was usually followed by a shag. Spike suddenly forgot about the thing and suddenly all he could think was he hoped Wesley would at least kiss him after this. *Oh, great, mate, you're going sappy* Spike accused himself without much meaning behind it.

Spike snaked an arm around Wes's waist, then lifted his head but didn't pull back. Wesley's eyes darkened adn the hand on Spike's back tightened slightly. Spike tilted his head and his lips parted just slightly. Aparently that was enough, because suddenly Wesley leaned forward and covered Spike's mouth with his own. Spike eagerly opened his mouth farther and felt Wesley's tongue slip in. He lifted his other arm and burried his hand in Wesley's soft hair.

Neither of them heard the door open until Angel cleared his throat. They broke apart quickly. Wesley blushed when he saw Angel.

"That was an image I could have done without," Angel murmured to himself. He approached them. Spike glared at him.

"You're the one who set us up, poof," He said.

Angel rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Wes, would you mind filling these out for me? I have to go check something out with Fred."

Spike immediatley noticed the almost dreamy look that crossed Angel's face when he said Fred. Spike snickered and Angel glared at him.

"Yes, I'll do them in just a minute," Wesley promised.

Angel nodded and left. Spike looked at Wesley.

"I don't suppose we can pick up again?" Spike said hopefully.

Wesley smiled. "Sorry, but I really do have work to do, and I should try to find the spell that did...that to you."

Spike groaned. "Thanks a bloody bunch, I was just forgetting that."

Wesley chuckled. "Very sorry."

Spike hung around for a while, watching Wesley work. Half an hour later he had to run to the bath room again. Wesley stopped his work to make sure he was okay.

"I think I'll be hanging around a lot today," Spike groaned, clutching his head, which was hurting again. "This bloody sucks!"

"I should think so," Wesley said sympathetically. He was behind his desk again.

Spike stood up. "I'm going to go bug Peaches, might make me feel better."

Wesley chuckled. "Alright."

Spike made sure he wasn't going to have another round of sickness before he made his way down to Angel's office. He saw the guy that had cursed him on the way up there and flipped him off. This only made the guy laugh.

It suddenly occured to Spike that Angel didn't know what was going on. Or at least he was pretty sure he didn't. That thought made him nervous, though he tried to hide it. He opened the door.

"What now?" Angel asked.

"Nothin'," Spike said. "Bored."

"Ah," Angel looked up from his work.

"I thought you had to go somewhere with Fred," Spike commented as he sat down.

"Already did. It didn't take that long."

Spike folded hsi hands in his lap and fell silent for a moment. "So, um, you know how this guy cursed us?"

Angel shook his head. "No, I just told him to do something. What did he do?"

Spike shrugged. "Oh, you know, just made us loose control completely. With a little side effect."

"What side effect?"

Spike shuddered. "Um, well..I still can't say it."

Angel raised an eyebrow.

"you go ask." Spike mumbled.

Angel shrugged. He got up and a moment later he came back. Spike's face took on an offended look when he saw Angel was laughing so hard he was doubled over.

"Hey! S'not funny!" Spike pouted. Angel clutched the desk, trying desparately to control himself. He finally managed to quite laughing and saw Spike on the verge of tears. He wondered vaguely if this was just Spike or a mood swing.

"I'm sorry," Angel managed. "I didn't mean to laugh at you, it's just...if you think about it long enough, it IS funny."

Spike's pout deepened. "It's not funny," He whined.

Angel sighed. "Why are you in here, anyway?"

"Wesley's busy," Spike answered, still in a whining voice. "Wanted to bug you."

"You're not doing a very good job."

Spike crossed his arms over his chest and deepened his pout even more. The tears that had threatened to spill were gone now, Spike wasn't really sure why they had been there in the first place.

Angel sighed again. "Why are you such a pain in the ass?"

Spike shrugged, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Are you going to stop that someday soon?"

Spike shrugged again.

Angel sat back down and ignored Spike.

After a little while Spike got up. He knocked a stack of papers off Angel's desk adn took off out the door. He heard Angel yelling at him and laughed. He ran back to Wesley's office.

"What did you do?" Wesley asked the minute he was in.

Spike grinned and flopped down in a chair. "Nothin' much. Angel knows about...it."

"Oh?" Wesley finished putting away papers and looked up. "And what did he have to say about it?"

"He just laughd at me."

"That wasn't very nice."

Wesley stood up with a small stack of papers. "I'll be right back, I have to give these to Angel."

Spike nodded.

Wesley came back a minute later. He sat down next to Spike.

"Angel told me you nearly burst into tears back there."

Spike shrugged. "Yeah, for a a second. Dunno why, though."

"It's a mood swing."

"Oh great," Spike groaned. "You mean I'll cry at hte stupidest things?"

"Pretty much, yes. Sometimes. Sometimes you won't."

"I'm never coming out of this office," Spike said with a nod. Wesley chuckled, then stood up and hauled Spike out of his chair.

"Oh yes, you are," He said. "It's time to go home."

"And I'm going with you?" Spike said hopefully.

"Yes."

Spike grinned. "Well, guess I'm leaving the office, then."

Spike followed Wesley downstairs. He had to wait for a few more minutes for the sun to go down completely before he stepped outside.

As soon as Spike walked into Wesley's house he was bombarded with memories of what had happened. Wesley paused as well. He glanced at spike, then hurried into the kitchen. Spike trailed behind him.

"You want some tea?"

"Yeah, sure," Spike answered absently. He leaned on the doorway and watched Wesley.

Wesley's hand were shaking. Spike sniffed and caught a wiff of nervousness. He walked in a little farther.

"Why are you so nervous?" Spike asked.

Wesley dropped the cup he was holding. He put his hands on the counter. "Because I keep remembering what happened."

"Oh," Spike nodded. "Well, it...unless there's a spell, it won't happen again...unless you want it to, that is..."

Oh wonderful, he was babbling!

Wesley looked over at him. His hands were still braced on the counter. There was an odd look on his face. Spike took another hopeful step forward.

Wesley suddenly straightened up, though he didn't move away. "Well, seeing as there aren't any reprecussions, except the one that isn't our fault, and..." He trailed off.

"And what?" Spike asked.

"Well, I AM attracted to you, obviously."

Spike smiled. "Same. so...no problem, then?"

Wesley shrugged. "Well, other then the fact that I'm about to DIE from nervousness because I'm actually in control this time."

Spike grinned. "I can make that go away..." He said, lowering his voice slightly.

Wesley grinned back. "Oh?"

Spike crossed the rest of the space separating them and kissed Wesley. It was a soft kiss, and neither of them could get enough of it. Wesley had to break away to breath occasionally. He pushed Spike back and the two of them found themsevles on the bed.

Spike broke away. The two of them stared at each other for a minute.

"This is okay, right?" Spike said, suddenly aware that WESLEY was the insicure one and he was the one with the control.

Wesley nodded. He smiled slightly. "Alright, when did we switch places?"

Spike smiled. He reached out to stroke Wesley's cheek. "Dunno. Guess we both have our little insecurities. It actually makes me feel better about mine."

Wesley shivered slightly at Spike's touch, then reached out and tugged at his tee. Spike sat up enough for Wesley to slip it off.

Spike kissed Wesley again as they tugged off clothes. It was Spike who ended up on top.

When it was over they curled up together on the bed. Wesley fell immediately asleep, though Spike stayed awake. Last time they had done this it had been hard and fast, but this time Spike had felt something...deeper. He wondered if it was just him getting his hopes up, or if Wesley had felt it too. Suddenly he was the insecure one again, and somehow in Wesley's sleep he moved so that Spike was the one being held. Spike smiled slightly in amusement, then allowed himself to fall asleep.

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