Part Two

The whispered words are so soft even the vampire had trouble hearing them.

"Didn’t want to do what, pet? Xander, didn’t want to do what?! Snap out of it, whelp!" Spike took word to deed and started snapping his fingers in front of Xander’s face. Considering he was tied to a chair with thick ropes when the boy left you would think the fact that he is now kneeling by Xander would wake him out of it. Unfortunately, the boy doesn’t seem to be aware he is even home, much less ready to solve this little Scooby mystery. With a very distinct sound of disgust at his nancyish action, Spike gathered the lanky form up and carried him over to the couch. Xander came back to himself at the sounds of tea being made in his kitchen area. After blinking rapidly for several minutes he managed to dispel the last of the lassitude that enveloped him.

Spike’s hurried tea preparation was interrupted by a low mutter.

"I didn’t want it. But I had an orgasm. Why did I cum if I didn’t want it? What he tried to do hurt so bad. But I climaxed, so I did want it? I am so confused. How can something feel bad and good at the same time? I didn’t want it. I know I didn’t!"

The mutterings grew louder and louder until Xander was shouting. Spike put the tray he was carrying back on the counter and raced over to Xander. After catching bits and pieces of what he was saying Spike had an idea of what had happened. Thoughts of what he wanted to do to the person that hurt Xander were causing the chip to zap him into a migraine. Yes, the boy was annoying and always insulting Spike, but then vampires weren’t very good with warm fluffy emotions. Xander was also very loyal to those he cared about and while he may mouth off to Spike, no one else could. And Spike acknowledged that although in time there might be some deeper feelings, right now, he was happy to call the whelp a friend. Although he wasn’t gonna tell HIM that. He sat down on the sofa and gently pulled Xander into his lap. Suddenly he was holding a kicking, screaming, chip activating, hysterical human.

"Pet, stop, it’s Spike! Luv, you are safe, stop setting off my bleedin’ chip! Xander, you are home," Spike spits out through the pain.

The last word reaches Xander in whatever Hell he seems to be living in.

"Sp-p-ike?" Xander’s tremulous reply is followed by the fighting turning into such violent shaking Spike is forced to hold the boy tighter so he doesn’t fall off the couch.

"Yah, it’s me, whelp-Xander. It's Spike. You are home safe. Care to tell the chipped vamp what the ruckus was all about?" Spike started petting the boy’s hair.

Somewhat calmer and assured he is now safe, the only thing Xander wants to do is forget.

"Nothing, Fangless, I just got a whiff of your morning blood breath." Xander’s humor shield is back in place.

"Oi! I brushed me fangs, whelp." Spike snapped.

Xander’s snickering tapered off into an icy silence at Spike’s next statement.

"Didn’t work, ya know. Figured out a long time ago you turn into a clown as a distraction. That’s fine, you don’t have to tell me."

"I do not! Nothing is the matter in Xander-land. Wait - I don’t have to talk? I mean there’s nothing to talk about, but you aren’t gonna badger me to tell you about the nothing I have to talk about?" Xander’s not even sure HE understood that last babble.

Spike snickered as he realized that Xander feeling so fine about nothing happening he failed to realize the vampire was still petting him. Xander blushed as it occurred to him he was sitting on Spike’s lap. A Spike that had an erection. He scrambled off Spike’s lap so abruptly the vampire lost his hard on when his bits were stomped.

"Gah! Careful, whelp! I ‘appen to be attached to those!"

"Get away you evil undead fiend! I said no, I said NO!"

"Whoa, whelp, what do you think is going on?" Spike backed rapidly up the back of the couch. Away from the cross Xander was brandishing in his face.

"You were trying to rape me!"

"I was not!"

"You were too! Your-um, your pen- you were aroused!" Xander said the last accusingly.

"What?! You thought I was trying to attack you because you noticed I had an erection?! I’m a vampire luv, easily aroused. Coulda got that from the squirming you were doing on my lap. Just cause a bloke is hard don’t mean anything. Now are you gonna tell me what this is all about or do I need to tell the Watcher you’re possessed again?" Spike slowly sat back down on the sofa, trying not to startle the confused youth.

"Contrary to popular Scooby myth, I do NOT get possessed at the drop of the hat!" Scare over, Xander is becoming indignant.

"Sure, I believe you, whelp, but the others…" Spike trails off with a knowing look.

"Fine, Fangless! But you have to promise to never tell anyone else."

"You are gonna take the word of an evil undead fiend? Okay, luv, I promise." Spike crosses his fingers behind his back.

He’s only got a few pieces of this puzzle but he’s figured out enough to know this is not a good thing to be secret. He will need the Watcher’s help with this. Maybe Giles knew of a discreet clinic Xander could be checked out at. And he was going to need some professional help as well. But for now it was enough to get him to simply talk. Spike spent the next hour explaining to Xander that erections and orgasms were a matter of stimulating specific nerves, NOT necessarily state of mind. By the time the boy finally believed the vampire that he didn’t want it, even if he seemed to have enjoyed it, the tea had relaxed Xander into a light doze. Spike carefully picked up the boy and gave a mental cheer when he snuggled closer instead of pulling away. He settled the sleeping youth on the bed, covering him lovingly with a blanket. When he was satisfied Xander was sleeping peacefully, he dug the address book out of a drawer and picked up the phone.

"Hey, Watcher, got somethin' we need to talk about."