I Hate to Love You

Author's Note: This is a challenge posted by Persistence of Memory. It involves Spike, Angel and a confession about a well-kept secret. Set in the holiday between Buffy season 4 and Buffy season 5, as well as Angel season 1 and Angel season 2.

Rating: definitely MA for low-level coarse language and low to medium-level sex scenes and/or references.

WARNING: for anybody who is not comfortable with sexual relations in stories posted on this website, I advise that you don't read this story as the first few chapters involve some "heated" scenes. Fair warning, the topic kind of calls for some action and you can't just have it without describing it to the reader. People get angry when you don't describe things enough.

Chapter One: The First Night

Spike was lonely. He had nowhere to go. He wanted to go back to his crypt, but the Slayer always seemed to be hanging around trying to beat information out of him one way or another. She never left him alone, so why did he strangely feel as though he had some sort of feeling towards her that wasn't all bad?

Unsure of where he could go to spend the night, Spike made his way through the streets of Sunnydale. It was late and most people were heading home, if they weren't already inside. Few places were still open, and even those who were started closing-up shop.

At the end of the street in the distance, Spike saw and all-too-familiar building looming in the darkness amongst the trees and tall shadows. The old mansion Angel stayed in last year. Shaking his head in memory of his old grand-sire, Spike strolled up to the door and gently pushed it open. No sounds came from inside, not even the squeaking of mice.

Spike remembered when he heard of Angel leaving. When Drusilla left him, he returned to Sunnydale to find Buffy and Angel trying to hide their feelings for each other. Then he left, but when he returned again with ex-high-school-popularity-tart Harmony he learnt of his sire's departure. It hit him hard, but of course he didn't show it. Back then all he wanted was the Gem of Amarra. He let his anger cloud his judgement and regretted what he'd done to Angel. Torturing him and such. God, how he regretted it.

And so here he was, in the old mansion thinking about all he'd done with Angel. Everything good, and everything bad. He sat on the edge of the doorstep, just inside the entry. Then he smelt smoke. He stood up and wandered further inside, following the distinct smell of burning wood coming from inside the building. He found the source, the old fireplace. It was burning strong, the wild flames lapping at the air around it. Spike heard footsteps and spun around.

'Angel?' he asked, shocked at the sight before him.

'Spike.' Angel replied. There he stood, in his burgundy button-up shirt and black leather pants. Spike stood there in his own black ensemble and his leather duster.

'What are you doing here?' Spike asked.

'I came here to think.' Angel told him. 'I often come here to think.'

'You come from L.A. to here so you could think?' Spike challenged. Deep down he was glad to see the old sire.

'Yes Spike, I've got things on my mind.'

'Well... um… it's good to see you.' Spike struggled to get the words out. Angel picked up on his uneasiness instantly.

'You too Spike. Is something wrong? Are you looking for something?'

'I just… I don't have anywhere to go. With Buffy checking out my place at all hours of the night I never know when it's safe to go back.' Angel sympathised.

'Do you want to stay here for tonight?' He offered. Spike's eyes lit up. He nodded and Angel sat down on the couch.

'So what's on your mind, Angel?' Spike asked. 'It's gotta be something big for you to come all the way out here to Sunnydale.'

'It's just… Wolfram and Hart.' Angel answered.

'I've heard of them.' Spike replied, thinking for a minute. 'Some big evil law firm or something, right?'

'Right. They've got this thing against me, trying to get me on their side; never going to happen. But still, they prove to be quite a pain in my ass.'

'I think I'd rather be the pain in your ass.' Spike only realised what he'd said after he'd said it. He stammered for a few seconds before adding, 'I mean… I…' He couldn't think of what to say, because he didn't know what he meant. It just slipped out. Angel quickly changed the subject, and Spike nervously paced around in front of the couch.

'They brought something in a box, something big. I've got to figure out what's it is before something really bad happens.' Angel explained. 'I left Cordy, Wes and Gunn back in L.A. and they don't even know I'm here. They think I'm out on some big case that I've been working on for a few days, and they don't suspect a thing.'

'Should they be suspecting you of something?' Spike asked, sitting down on the arm of the couch and swinging his legs over onto the cushions.

'No. I often go after leads in cases; it takes a while to follow things up. Feet of the lounge.' Angel pushed Spike's feet off the cushions with a quick sweep of one arm, causing Spike to topple down beside Angel. Spike's head came to rest on Angel's thigh, and he looked up into his sire's eyes. He tried to wriggle away, feeling awkward and slightly uncomfortable, but as he looked up at sire he saw something in his eyes he'd been missing for a long time. Meaning; a reason for his existence. Angel was his meaning, his reason. And Angel must have seen it in Spike's eyes too, because he pulled Spike close and kissed him.

It was a passionate kiss, and one that lasted for what felt like a very long time to both parties. Since the two vampires didn't need to breath, it lasted even longer. Within moments of breaking away from the kiss, Spike rolled over and got up of the couch. He took Angel's hand and pulled him to his feet. As the two vampires stood there, the fire blazing nearby, they embraced each other and kissed again.

Angel, still kissing Spike, began to take steps pushing Spike through a doorway and into another room. Spike moved with Angel, their passionate kisses warming each other's dead heart. Angel pulled Spike's duster off and dropped it to the floor in the doorway.

Angel pushed Spike down onto the bed in the middle of the room, feeling the springs beneath him bounce back. He began kissing Spike's neck, and the younger vampire moved his head to the side to give Angel more room. He hadn't realised that he'd begun to moan, and quickly realised that it was more than just that. He had butterflies in his stomach, and felt as if his heart was fluttering, even though it was not possible.

Spike whispered to Angel. 'Will anyone come here tonight?' And Angel whispered back his answer.

'No.'

'Good.' Spike flipped over his sire, so that he was now sitting on Angel's stomach. Looking down into Angel's eyes, Spike couldn't help himself. He began to unbutton Angel's burgundy shirt, letting it fall open to the sides. Angel then helped Spike to remove his shirt, and the two vampires placed their hands on each other's chests. With force, Spike began kissing Angel all over his face. His lips, his cheeks, his neck. Then without warning, he vamped out. Drawing back, he saw Angel looking up into his golden eyes. Angel then vamped out, and Spike lowered his head to Angel's neck. He bit into the skin, feeling the fresh blood seeping over his lips and down his throat. He heard Angel cry out, but ignored it. Then he felt Angel's hands on his back, rubbing across his shoulder blades. He felt the hands pulling him closer, then Angel sunk his fangs into Spike's neck. He yowled with surprise and pain, pulling back from Angel's neck. He was not expecting the sharp jab in his shoulder. Then he lowered his head again and began feeding.

As the two vampires fed off each other, they felt the bond between them growing stronger and closer. Without even realising it, soon the two were entirely naked, and together they spent the night. They fooled around for hours, touching, kissing and simply enjoying each other's company. Then they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Author's Note; I know the whole "Spike falls on Angel" thing is really cheesy, but It was a simple way to bring them suddenly close enough to share an intimate moment. I think it worked. The idea of Angel just suddenly being able to talk to Spike (seeing as how the two hate each other) is just a little twist I put in because if they are vampire children, then they must have a connection. When they're alone together and when the situation and feelings are right, everything can just be natural. I figured they'd be able to talk to each other without too much angst (I made it none because it's better that way) and that then led to them "getting together". I think it worked pretty well, although the rating definitely sticks throughout the story from now on. But before anyone asks, I'm only willing to go so far with the Spike/Angel relationship scenes, okay? Don't beg me for Spangel scenes, but I can promise that there will be more.

NOTE: Small change has been made – I have edited out part of a sentence because it seems better that way. (after I got a review about it – thanks Persistence!)