Liam sat on the couch in the living room, studiously reading the book in his hands.

He groaned when he heard his parents up in their room. He was about to make a hasty escape from the sounds of love making, but when he opened the door Uncle Angel was standing with his first up ready to knock.

"Uncle Angel!" Liam hugged the older man. "I haven't seen you in years."

Angel put his hand on Liam's shoulder and gave him a look over. The seventeen year old boy had grown a lot in the two and a half years Angel had been gone. He was tall, taller than Spike, he had honey blonde hair and crisp blue eyes. He looked like his father. He was almost a double. He looked softer, unphased and unhardened by the world.

"It's good to see you, Liam. Where're your parents?"

Liam glanced up and shuddered.

The sounds finally registered and Angel made a face. Twelve years and he still couldn't get over the fact that Spike chose Buffy.

"Yeah. Hey, how would you like to go somewhere?" Angel asked.

Liam nodded and stepped out, closing the door.

"Anywhere but here, preferably somewhere with a TV."

"Oh? What's on?" Angel asked as they headed to his car.

"Football."

Angel looked surprised. "You like to watch football?"

"Usually only if Manchester United is playing."

"That's not football, that's soccer. Totally different. Not good at all."

"Oi!" Liam cried.

Angel was shocked at how much he was reminded of Spike. He was embarrassed that it made him want Liam.

"Come on, you can watch your boring sport at my place. I'll show you a real man's sport after that."

"Don't bother trying to change me. Mom's tried and failed. Soccer is my sport. I like rugby too, though. But only to play. I'm not into watching it."

Angel and Liam argued the merits of the different footballs as they drove.

Angel tossed his keys on the table as they entered his new apartment. "I'm just saying, American football is good. Watch it, you may actually not hate it as much as you claim to."

"Fine, then you give my sport a chance."

"Deal." Angel smiled at the young man and went to get a beer for himself, and a coke for Liam.

They sat on the couch, watching the game. Liam enjoyed himself, fully immersed in the game. Too much so to realize that Angel's eyes barely left him.

After the game Angel turned off the TV and studied Liam for a minute.

"So, how's school? I'll bet you're quite a ladies man," Angel asked, trying to convince himself that his attraction towards Liam was wrong.

"Not a lot, no. I like my studies, and though girls do often ask me out, I don't date much."

"You should. Have fun while you're young. There's no use in squandering your youth."

Liam looked Angel in the eyes. "Are you saying that I should go for what I want and take risks?"

Angel found himself staring at the boy's beautiful, full bottom lip.

"Yes," he said softly.

"I know you're in love with my father. I know you two were together once."

Angel was taken by surprise. "W- what did you... How?"

"I've observed. My dad gets a strange look about him whenever you come up in a conversation. The same one you get when I mention my father. I've been told that I look almost exactly like my father, I think you're attracted to that."

Angel looked away, ashamed, before glancing back. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because, I want you to know that I know what I'm doing when I do this." Liam put his hand on Angel's cheek and pressed his lips against his, kissing him softly, and slowly deepening it.

Angel laced his fingers through Liam's hair as their tongues danced together. He didn't understand what was happening, but he wouldn't stop it for the world.

Angel pushed Liam back on the couch and hovered over him. He dragged his lips down his neck, biting softly at the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

"Oh god, Angel," Liam moaned and ran his hands under his shirt, skimming over his cool skin.

Angel started for his pants, but a phone rang and brought him back to his senses.

Angel sat back and let Liam sit up and answer his cell phone.

"Mom? No, I'm fine... Well I wasn't going to stay in the house with you two making such a racket... I'm at uncle Angel's... He just came back... Yeah, I'll be back soon. Bye, love you too." Liam looked at Angel.

"I have to go. Mom said to tell you to come to dinner at our house tomorrow."

Angel nodded numbly. He couldn't believe that he was just in a hot and heavy make out session with Spike's son. The little boy he helped raise.

Angel didn't talk as Liam got ready. He jumped a little when Liam brushed his lips across his.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Liam kissed him again and left.

"I'm screwed!" Angel groaned and fell back on the couch.