Title: Sire and Childe

Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Pairing Number: 1

Pairing: Spike/Angel

Category: Shonen-Ai

AN: Okay, so how this happens is you take 8 names and draw them twice, creating 8 pairings. This is part of a Drawn From a Hat set and I hope you enjoy them along with all of the other Bits and Pieces that are to come. :)

True, they fought and snarked and seemed to hate each other, but they didn't, not really. Rather, there was a lot of bitterness between them. With Angel, it was what his childe represented, that freedom that he used to have, the ability to enjoy what he was. For Spike, it was being abandoned by not just his sire but by his lover, best friend and mentor. It was also the fact that Angel had let himself fall so low. Soul or no soul, his sire had fallen hard and didn't want to pick himself up from the ground.

It hurt still but things were getting better, but only very slowly.

Looking at the man who was more sire then grandsire walking around his office, preparing to bring together the rest of their family together, Spiked couldn't help the small smile that spread over his lips. That was something that was making everything become better. Angel was trying to fix their problems, starting with their family and bringing them to LA after all these years.

Shifting, Spike lit a cigarette, blowing some smoke out towards Angel as he stretched his legs out before him. He continued to think over what things were happening around them. Apparently Angel was also trying to re-gather the humans that were under his protection. Gunn was coming in from Las Vegas, where he had been with family, while Wesley was coming back from London, having been settling his fathers estate. Fred was moving into the hotel and Cordelia was still living in her home, visions once more under control.

The most surprising one of them all though was Xander. The whelp had damn near dropped off the face of the world, an e-mail being sent the only thing that showed that he was alive and well. Last time the girls had heard was that Xander was in the Americas somewhere but refused to go near Cleveland, not that they really cared.

Smirking, Spike snorted in laughter as he remembered the way Angel had chewed the core of the council a new one. Angel looked over at him before moving to sit down next to the blond vampire.

"What are you thinking about, Spike?" Angel asked, feeling the younger vampire move closer to press against him.

"Thinkin' about how you tore into the bints," was the gentle reply. Only around Angel would he ever drop his cockney accent for the most part and revert back to the high class accent of his life. The dark vampire knew it to and love every minute of it. He wouldn't share though, wanting to be selfish about it.

"We never really saw the boy," Angel mused, dislodging slicked back hair with his fingers. "Angelus did, even in his insanity. It rather opened my eyes when I started to remember what had happened during that time."

"Yeah. No one sees the whelp until you're forced to," Spike snorted, stuffing his cigarette out. "I saw him while I was living with him. Started to think what a beautiful childe he would make but rather didn't want to lose him to the demon."

"The same thing with Angelus. He didn't want to lose the boys soul to the darkness, have it warped by that evil," Angel hummed, burying his nose into soft curls. He smiled at the quite purr that he got, one hand moving to caress soft strands of hair.

For now they would forget about family and protected humans and the hatred of their shared past. They would enjoy the closeness that they still had. They would enjoy their time along, especially since Spikes hand was creeping up his thigh to play with his button and zipper.