Jogging out of the kitchen, Spike answered the door. "Angel, hey, come on in."

Angel handed Spike a bottle of wine. "Thanks for the invitation."

"Don't mention it. I haven't seen you in forever, mate."

Angel was always surprised to see that Spike aged now that he was human. He was still handsome, he just looked wiser. More dignified with his wavy brown hair and fatherly look.

"You're looking good, Spike."

Spike chuckled as they headed to the living room. "And you look exactly the same, Angel. I forgot how nice it was to never age."

Buffy came in, drying her hands. "Angel, good to see you. I'm sorry we missed you last night."

She gave him a hug before sitting by her husband. Angel still felt the sting of jealousy as Spike wrapped his arms around her, and held her.

"Liam will be down soon. He's finishing his homework," Spike said as Buffy held his hand.

"He's a straight 'A' student. We've decided he must have gotten that from Spike," Buffy said, smiling. "He's a good boy. I wish he'd date more, though. He's constantly reading, but no girlfriends."

Angel nodded stiffly, trying to forget the memory of his kiss with Liam.

"It's almost like he doesn't like girls," Buffy went on, not noticing the look that passed over Angel's face. But Spike did.

"So," Spike drawled, watching Angel closely. "You and Liam have a good time last night?"

Angel looked panicked for a split second and Spike's suspicions were nearly confirmed.

"We... We watched soccer, that's all. You know how boring I think soccer is."

"You said it wasn't too bad," Liam reminded as he came swiftly down the stairs.

Angel shifted uncomfortably as Liam's eyes traveled over his body. He could swear that the boy was a siren, calling him in to his downfall.

"I was being nice. Soccer is awful." Angel kept his eyes on anything but Liam. It would be stupid of him to fall for Spike's son, but even dumber for him to let Buffy and Spike know that he wants their son. Especially Buffy, she was still the Slayer. She still had an army of slayers ready to do what she commanded.

"How about dinner?" Angel asked.

Buffy jumped up. "I better go check on it! God a hope I didn't burn it." Buffy ran out of the room, leaving the three men alone.

"What did you two do after the game ended?" Spike asked, watching both carefully.

"Talked," Angel blurted out.

"Among other things," Liam muttered.

"Spike, do you watch soccer still?" Angel attempted to change the subject.

"Yeah. Don't often miss a game, but I was busy last night."

Angel scowled. He knew why Angel was busy, and it killed him. Spike was happily screwing Buffy for more than seventeen years, and all Angel had was a couple of months. He should get over Spike, but it wasn't an easy task.

"Dinner!" Buffy yelled as she set various dishes down on the table.

The three made their way to the table, Spike at the head, Buffy on one side, Liam on the other, and Angel across from him.

The dinner went calmly, though Angel could swear Liam rubbed his leg against his a time or two.

They all moved to the living room afterwards, talking and drinking wine. Spike even gave in to his son, and gave him a glass. Buffy wasn't impressed, but stayed quiet about it.

"We're out of wine. I think we need a new bottle," Buffy said a little tipsily.

Angel stood. "I'll get one. Where do you keep them?"

"I'll show you." Liam hopped to his feet.

Angel tightened his jaw. He didn't want to be alone with Liam. He didn't trust the boy. He didn't trust himself. But he didn't want to arouse suspicion, so he nodded silently and followed Liam into the kitchen. Little did he know that suspicion was already raised, and Spike was just as uncomfortable with them being alone.

Liam showed him where Spike had a small wine rack.

"Well, I don't think I would have missed this," Angel said as he looked through the various wines.

Liam put his hand on Angel's shoulder. "Angel?"

He turned to see what the boy wanted, only to be pushed back against a wall with Liam's mouth attacking his.

Angel returned the kiss for a minute, wrapping his arm around Liam's body and pulling him flush against his body.

Spike's jaw tightened when he entered the kitchen. The sight of Angel and his son kissing was not one he liked, or could understand. His first instinct was that of a father. He wanted to punch Angel for laying a finger on his son. The next was jealousy. He loved Buffy, but a part of him would always want his grandsire. Finally he wanted to get away. They didn't notice him, if he left quickly they wouldn't, and he would have time to figure everything out.

Spike left swiftly and the two intertwined men were non the wiser.

Liam stroke Angel's cheek and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Tomorrow. I'll come see you you tomorrow at your apartment."

Liam stepped back and left. Angel blinked. If he didn't smell him on his clothes, he would think that the kiss hadn't been real.

Angel grabbed a bottle of wine and went back into the living room. He was screwed. Spike would kick his ass. Buffy would kill him. God he was screwed.