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Title: Not...Happening.
Author: RogueSpike
Fandom: Angel.
Feedback: I love you if you give me feedback.
Rating: R, possibly NC-17 later.
Pairings: Spike/Wesley, Angel/Fred
Summary: This is a Spike/Wesley mpreg set in the fifth season of Angel, only it's my version which means it's happier. Spike and Wesley are attracted to each other, and Angel notices. He asks a guy in the office to put a spell on them. The problem is, this guy has a really warped sense of humor.
Disclaimer: I really, really wish I owned Wesley and Spike, but I don't.
Warnings: Mpreg, OOCness.

Spike sat on a desk in Wesley's empty office, enjoying greatly the fact that he could FEEL the hard wood beneath him. He ran a hand over it, grinning when he could feel the smooth top. He'd been corporeal again now for three days, and still he couldn't get over the enjoyment of being able to feel and taste and smell and all that good rot again. He picked up the mug of blood nearby. Harmony had mixed pigs blood with otters, and surprisingly it almost tasted like human. Much better then that other crap.

Spike looked around. Wesley had taken leave for a while after he had to kill his father. He was due back today sometime soon, and Spike was intent on greeting him. He wondered how Wesley would react now that Spike was corporeal again.

Just as Spike put down his mug Wesley walked in. He paused when he saw Spike sitting on his desk.

"What are you doing?" Wesley asked.

Spike shrugged. "Came to say hi."

Wesley's eyes narrowed. Spike grinned. "And to say that I'm corporeal again!"

This time Wesley's eyes widened. Something flickered in them. "O-oh. Erm, that's good."

Spike frowned at Wesley's reaction. Why was he suddenly nervous? "Oi, mate, I'm not gonna bite ya."

"Um, yes," Wesley moved around the desk. "Please leave."

Had he done something wrong? Now Spike was nervous. Damn it, what was it with him around Wesley? "Er, did I do something?"

Wesley looked up. "What? Oh, no, nothing. Why?"

Spike shrugged, ducking his head. "Dunno, you just started acting funny."

A long, uncomftorble silence stretched between them. Spike got up. "Erm, guess I'll just go now."

He walked quickly out the door.

"What was that all about?" Spike said to himself, slightly disgusted with his sudden Williamish behavoir. He decided to go bug Angel, that would put his spirits back up.

He got to Angel's office to find him gone. He sighed. There went that entertainment. He walked off to the science lab and spotted Fred.

"Hey Spike," She greeted when he came up.

"'lo," Spike looked around at the science stuff. "Doin' anything' specail?"

Fred shook her head. "No, not really. What are you doing?"

Spike shrugged. "Just came to talk. Got bored. And Wesley's bein' weird."

"How's he being weird?"

"Well, I went to his office to tell him I was corporeal again, but when I told him he went all...how does Xander put it? Wiggy."

Fred shrugged. "Wesley can be funny sometimes."

Spike nodded. He fidgeted with the edge of his duster. "I didn't want him to react like that," He blurted.

Fred turned. "You didn't?" She seemed a little surprised. "How did you want him to react?"

Spike shrugged, ducking his head. "I wanted him to be pleased," He admited.

Fred put down her work. "Why?"

Spike shrugged again. "Dunno," He said.

"Come on, why?"

"Well, I...don't know. I just wanted him to be pleased."

Spike couldn't believe this. "I sound like a nancy, don't I?"

Fred laughed. "It's okay."

Spike left a minute later. He found Wesley walking toward Angel's office.

"Oi, mate!" Spike walked up and immediately didn't know what to say. Oh this was just fun!

"W-what?" *why are you stammering? It's just Spike.*

"Er..." *come on, think of something clever, that's what you always do. Hmm, he'd look cute if he shaved that off...Bloody hell!*

"What are you doing?" *oh very clever!*

"Just t-taking this t-to Angel's office. Why?" Wesley started walking again. *Damn it, go away so I don't stare...*

"Uh, no reason." *Bloody...Hell. Just admit you like the ponce!*

"Why are you following me?" *Please stop, I might do something stupid.*

Spike shrugged. "Haven't got anythin' better to do."

Wesley glanced over at Spike. He was wearing his duster, hidinghis well muscled legs. Wesley wanted to reach out and brush the coat aside. *No! Stop thinking about him.*

Wesley arrived at Angel's office. He wasn't there, so he just put the papers on his desk. When he turned around Spike was still standing there. His deep blue eyes were moving slowly up and down Wesley's body. Wesley shivered slightly, liking the look on Spike's face, liking the way he felt when Spike looked at him like that.

And then Angel suddenly walked in. Wesley jumped. Spike's eyes jerked away from Wesley as Wesley quickly pretended to still be putting down the papers.

Angel looked back and forth between the two. Spike had his eyes downcast and Wesley looked guilty. Angel walked over to the desk and picked up the papers.

"Thanks. Is Spike bugging you?" Angel asked.

Wesley shook his head. "N-no, n-not really."

Angel looked at Spike. He still had his eyes downcast. Angel realized what Spike looked like. He'd done this when Angel had first turned him when he'd messed around with someone other than his Sire. Angel almost laughed. Spike liked Wesley?

Angel watched as Spike and Wesley left. He glanced around, then followed the two. He just couldn't help himself. He watched as Spike and Wesley talked. He could smell Wesley's nervousness. He watched Wesley cast glances at Spike. Spike was just acting Williamish, which was enough of a sign. Angel resolved to talk to his Childe.

Wesley entered his office and Angel caught up to Spike. "Spike. I want to talk to you."

"No," Spike walked off. Angel caught up again.

"What?" Spike asked in an irratated voice.

"I want to talk to you about Wesley."

Magic words. "What about Wesley?"

"I noticed the way you were acting around him."

Spike's expression became blank. "So what?" *it's not like you'll give him to me. Or give me to him.*

There was something the scoobies hadn't known about Spike. Spike couldn't've ever really HAD Buffy, because he either had to be given to Buffy by his Sire or Buffy had to be given to him. Angel would NEVER have given Buffy to Spike, though he might have had a chance of being given.

"So, are you interested in him?"

Spike tried to make his face even more blank, but it just came gushing out. "Ever since I got here everybody was a ponce to me except Wesley and Fred. And Fred's nice enough, but Wesley...he's neat. And he's really cute and I can't believe I'm saying all this to you!"

Angel chuckled. "So tell him."

Spike started blankly at his Sire. "What?"

"Tell him."

"No complaints?"

Angel chuckled again. "Nope. Just tell me how it goes."

"Uh..." Spike suddenly shook his head. "Mm-mm, nope, not telling. He'll just laugh at me."

Angel groaned. "Well how are you going to know what he'll do if you don't tell him?"

Spike shook his head. "He can do it. I always do it."

Spike turned tail and ran.

Angel sighed. Why did his boy have to be so insecure?

He thought about it on the way back, then took a right and went into someones office.

"Hey, whip up a spell that'll put two people together for me, would you?"

The guy looked up. "Who and how do you want it?"

"Spike and Wesley and I don't really care."

The guy shrugged. "K."

Angel left.

Spike followed Wesley at a distance. He wanted to do what his Sire had told him to do; just run up and tell Wesley he liked him.

He followed Wesley into his office. He watched Wesley clean up some stuff, then exit again. Spike followed him out of the building and to a small house a few blocks away. Wesley unlocked it and walked inside. Spike slipped in after him. He hid in the shadows as Wesley entered the bathroom and took and took a shower, then came back out wearing nothing but his jeans.

Spike jumped suddenly. He felt magic being done somewhere nearby. Deciding to ignore it for the moment, he stepped out.

Wesley jumped around and dropped something. "Spike! What are you doing here!"

Spike shrugged. "Nothing, really."

Spike let his eyes roam over Wesley's bared torso. "Nice, pet."

Wesley swallowed nervously, though that feeling he'd gotten earlier when Spike was checking him out came back.

Spike felt the magic again, and then suddenly his self control started to just leak away. His eyes widened in panic and he bolted for the door, but being human Wesley's control drained more quickly. The next thing Spike knew he was pinned to the wooden door and was being kissed hard.

The last of Spike's self control went poof! and he eagerly responded to the kiss. Wesley was much more aggresive then he would have thought. He felt a hand run up under his shirt and returend the favor. Wesley broke away from his mouth only to trail kiss down his throat.

"I think someone put a spell on us," Wesley gasped against Spike's skin.

"Nice spell," Spike said before he lost his ability to think.

Wesley pulled away from Spike long enough to get his shirt off. Spike still had his hands burried under Wesley's shirt, and he tugged at it. WEsley allowed him to pull it off. Spike pushed at Wesley so he backed toward the room. Wesley whirled him around and pushed him on the bed. The next thing Spike knew their clothes had vanished and he was being fucked through the matress by Wesley.

When it was over Wesley and Spike lay curled up around each other. Spike felt the magic start to wear off, but he didn't do anything, just continued to lie with Wesley.

When they woke up the next morning Wesley was nervous. Spike just sat on the bed not really doing anything.

"You don't regret it do you?" Spike asked quickly, nervously.

"Oh dear god no!" Wesley denied instantly. "It's just, I don't really know what to do now."

Spike sighed. "I suppose even if you don't regret it you don't want to do it again?" Spike mumbled.

Wesley hesitated. "Spike, don't get me wrong, I like you. A lot. But I never really had any intention of DOING anything about it. So...give me a little time to adjust, okay?"

Spike looked up at him. "Does this mean we have a chance?" he said hopefully.

"Yes."

Spike grinned. "Take your time, Wes. Just lemme hang around you and bug you."

Wesley chuckled. "Feel free. I have some blood here, just in case something like this ever did happen. It's human?"

Spike leaped up. "Human?"

"It's in the fidge."

Spike was already gone. Wesley heard the sounds of the microwave going and walked in.

They walked to word together. Spike had to use a blanket from Wesley's closet. Wesley went to his office and Spike went to bug Angel.

Angel seemed to be expecting him. "How was last night?"

Spike's eyes narrowed. Had Angel had something to do with the spell? "Fine."

"Did you and Wesley do anything?"

Spike sighed. "You made someone put that spell on us, didn't you?"

Angel smiled. "Of course I did."

Spike blinked. "But...But...he's on of your friends, why do you want me anywhere near him!"

Angel sighed. "Spike, you need somebody to be with. For 27 years it was me. For another 92 it was Drusiall. But now we don't like each other much, Dru's gone, and I have a feeling Wesley will have some of those little Sire traits you liek so much. So when the two of you completely figure it out, you come to me and I'll give you to him."

Spike sat down abruptly on a nearby chair, shocked. "Um, why give me to him?"

Angel chuckled. "Because you'll like it better and don't argue with me because you'll loose."

Spike nodded slowly, then asked. "So, why are you being so...calm?"

Angel shrugged. "I don't know. I don't feel like being all upset. Besides, I learned a long time ago I can't fight with Wesley, so if he wants you I'll just have to make the best of it."

"Oh. Okay," Spike smiled. "Thanks."

Angel nodded. "Go bug him."

Spike jumped up and went to Wesley's office. "You will not belive who put that bloody spell on us!" he said as he walked in.

"Angel?" Wesley guessed.

Spike pouted. "No fair!"

Wesley chuckled. "Sorry to ruin your run. I don't suppose you can read this?"

Spike came over and glanced at it. "Yeah, sure. Need it translated?"

"Please."

Over the next week Spike and Wesley hung around each other, but didn't do much more then that. Spike desparately wanted to go father, even if he could only kiss Wesley, but he held himself in check.

Then one day he was walking to Wesley's office and a sick feeling rose from his stomach. Spike turned almost green and bolted for the nearest bathroom. He bearly got to the toilet in time. He knelt there for a minute after he threw up, wondering who had drgged his blood. Then he wondered what drug it was that it worked on a vampire. He started to get up and had to drop down on his knees again.

He made it out nearly an hour later. His stomach felt funny and his throat was on fire. His head was starting to hurt, too. He walked into Wes's office. Wesley glanced up and a worried expression crossed his face.

"What's wrong?" He asked, standing up and coming over.

"Dunno," Spike groaned. "I've been throwin' up for the last hour and my head hurts."

Wesley felt his forehead before realizing how silly that was. Vampires couldn't get a fever. "That's strange."

"Maybe someone drugged my bloody," Spike sat down and groaed again. He was surprised when he felt Wesley drop a kiss on his forehead.

"Better?"

Spike smiled a little slyly. "A little."

Wesley chuckled. "Well, I bet it's just a drug, like you said. There's a bathroom right over there if you get sick again."

No sooner had Wesley said this then Spike suddenly jumped up and ran for it. He came back out even paler, which somehow didn't seem possible.

"One bloody bad drug," Spike muttered as he sat down again.

"This is unusual."

Spike put a hand on his head. "Maybe that person who cast the spell did something wrong."

"But then it would have effected me too," Wesley reasoned.

"Maybe not. Sometimes it only hits one."

Wesley shrugged. "It's worth a shot. Do you want me to ask?"

Spike shook his head and stood up. "I'll do it."

Spike waled out and went to Angel's office. "Who's the bloke who cast the spell, mate?"

"He's down there. Why?"

Spike told him about his sick spells and head aches. Angel frowned. "That's weird. But Wesley's fine?"

Spike nodded. "And it's been a week."

Angel shrugged. "Still, why don't you go ask?"

Spike walked down and tried to look like he hadn't been sick for the last two hours. "Hey, mate, you the one who put the spell on me and Wes?"

They guy looked up. "Yeah, how'd it go?"

"Oh, fine, until I started bloody throwing up."

The man chuckled. "It's okay, you're supposed to."

Spike blinked. "What?"

The guy grinned. "Angel told me he didn't really care how you two got together. So I altered some things in your body for a short while."

Spike's eyes narrowed. "What are you saying?"

The guys grin widened even more. "What I'm saying, my friend, is that you are pregnant."

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