Spike ran his hand over Angel's chest, leaning down to kiss his soft skin.
Angel smiled and ran his fingers up and down Spike's back. "This feels so right, doesn't it?"
Spike kissed his way up Angel's neck. "Yeah, it does." He couldn't believe it was only a couple hours since he first arrived at Angel's apartment. It seemed that things were the way they always were, and always should be.
Spike rested his head on Angel's shoulder. "Pet, I'm bloody old."
Angel chuckled and kissed the top of his head. "You don't look that old."
"I'm almost fifty, that's old."
"I'm two hundred and fifty, I'm not worried about your age."
"No, you look forever twenty, I don't." Spike propped himself up on his elbow.
Angel caressed his cheek. "Well I gotta say, you look thirty, and if you went back to dying your hair, you'd look younger."
Spike shook his head. "Not for long. I'm aging. I'll be old and grey one day. I don't want that. I want to be with you forever, pet. I want you to-" Spike was cut off by a violent knock on Angel's door.
Angel sighed and got out of bed, pulling on the sweats he kicked off in haste earlier.
"I'll go get rid of whoever it is."
Spike frowned. "What if it's Liam?"
"Then I'll get rid of him for now, and straighten everything out later. I don't want anything to ruin today."
Spike smiled and laid back with his arms tucked under his head.
Angel closed the bedroom door as he made his way to the door that was just about being knocked off its hinges. That kind of strength meant one thing...
"Open this god damn door, I know you're there!"
Buffy.
Angel opened the door, plastering on a fake smile. "Buffy, how nice to see you. What can I do for you?"
"Screw the small talk. Where is he?"
Angel's smile dropped. "Where's who?"
"My husband. Where's Spike?" She pushed her way pass Angel and into the apartment.
"Not here, you can go now."
"Listen up, Angel, I know him, and I know that he came running to your open, oafish arms. Where is he?"
"I'm right here, pet." Spike leaned in the doorway of the bedroom, arms crossed over his bare chest as he stood in just his jeans, his hair loose from the gel he kept in it. He looked like someone who just had sex. He looked like someone any hot blooded American would want to jump on.
Buffy took a deep breath. "Look, Spike we can work this out. I love you, and you love me. We both went astray, but now we can work on this."
Spike rubbed his chin and made a show of thinking about her words. "Yeah, no. I'm thinking we're over, and I finally get to be happy again."
Buffy stomped her foot. "No, damn it! We've been married twenty three years!"
"And how many of those years were you screwing around behind my back?"
"We can see counseling, get help."
Spike walked over to her, touching her cheek, and much to Angel's irritation, kissing her.
"Now, how are we supposed to do that," Spike released her, moving to Angel instead, "when I belong to someone else."
Buffy suddenly noticed the mark on Spike's neck. "No. No, you wouldn't, not while we're still married. I know you wouldn't let him claim you, " she growled between clenched teeth.
"Then you know as little as I thought you did. Angel claimed me. You and I are over, pet."
Angel wrapped his arms around Spike and held him from behind. It was a dream come true. Spike was his. Buffy couldn't have him.
"You... You son of a... I can't even-"
"Mom? Dad? What the hell is going on here!?"
All three adults looked at the you man who stood by the front door.
Spike and Angel immediately stepped away from each other. Buffy looked at her son with tears in her eyes.
"Your father is leaving us," she whispered.
"Oh bollocks to you, Buffy. You've been screwing god knows how many men behind my back."
"And how many have you screwed behind mine?"
"None, Buffy. That's what really gets to me. I could have been with Angel ages ago."
Liam growled. "Okay, I'm confused, dad's with Angel? Mom, you've been cheating? Angel, why the hell didn't you tell me that you're with my dad again? I'd have backed down."
Buffy baulked. "What do you mean back down! You haven't been hitting on Angel. God, please tell me you haven't been hitting on him. I don't think I could stand know both the men in my life are in love with my ex."
"Mom, I'm not in love with Angel."
"You're not?" Angel asked, and shared a confused look with Spike.
"No. Don't get me wrong, I loved the sex. You're great, really, but I'm in love with this girl at school. I actually came here to break it off. She's broke up with her boyfriend, and I have a date."
Spike chuckled Buffy turned red with anger, and Angel blooded a little, through he was glad he didn't break Liam's heart.
"You slept with my son! I'm going to kill you. God you are so dead!" Buffy yelled and moved towards Angel.
Both Spike and Liam moved in front of her.
"Mom, calm down."
"Lay a finger on him and you'll regret it."
Buffy stared at the two in her way. One she knew loved her. Liam was a wonderful boy, and very loyal to her. The other she thought loved her, but the threat, and the fact that he was leaving took some air out of her sails.
She glared at Angel. "You. This isn't over."
Angel rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Buffy. Go away. Spike and I were right in the middle of a conversation."
Spike took his hand, squeezing it. "Leave Buffy. You won't accomplish anything by staying here."
Liam put his arm around his distraught mother and glared at the two men who caused her pain.
"Come on, mom. I've got you. I'll take care of you."
She rested her head on her son's shoulder... or as close as her short frame could get to his shoulder.
Liam led her out, trying to sooth her.
Spike shook his head. "I wonder if he'll ever forgive me."
Angel kissed his temple. "Spike, he's your son, so of course he'll hold a grudge about as long as I can hold my breath. But he's also smart and loyal to those he loves. He'll come around. He may not like me, but you're his dad. He'll always love you."
Spike smiled and kissed him. "What are smooth talker you are."
"I try." Angel pressed a kiss to his lips.
"Angel, what I was talking about before..."
"You want me to turn you," Angel said softly. "I don't think I can, Spike."
Spike wrapped his arms around Angel's neck. "You don't understand. I'll retain my soul. A nifty little gift from the Powers."
Angel brushed his fingers through Spike's hair. "So, I'll get to see you dyed again if do this?"
Spike chuckled warmly. "Yes, you will."
"When do you want this?"
Spike kissed his jaw. "Now, right now, luv. I want to claim you back."
Angel closed his eyes. He didn't know if he should, but he wanted to so badly.
"Okay."
Spike took Angel's hand and led him to the bedroom. "Angel, I love you."
Angel stroked his cheek and kissed him. "Right back at you."
They sat on the bed, Angel behind Spike.
"Ready?" Angel said as he slipped into his game face.
"Always. Make me yours, Angel. Your childe."
Angel shuddered and closed his eyes. It's what he always wanted. He bit down gently, careful not to hurt Spike. Vampires could make the bite feel good, and though he had never cared to learn how, he knew he could do it.
Spike moaned and put his hand on the back of Angel's neck, holding him there. His other hand held Angel's, their fingers laced.
Angel lost himself momentarily in the taste of Spike's blood. He always thought Spike has the most intoxicating blood, but it was made even better by the claim.
Spike found himself blinking hard, trying to remember how to breathe as he neared the end.
Angel forced himself to stop and carefully pulled his fangs from Spike's neck.
"Time for you to drink, Will." Angel slashed his own wrist and brought it to Spike's lips.
Spike smiled weakly against his skin. Angel didn't call him Will, or William often. He liked it.
Angel held Spike against his chest as he lapped the free flowing blood. He kissed the top of his head and held him tighter as his movements stilled, and his faint heartbeat stopped.
"I'll be right here when you wake up. Right here." Angel kissed his cheek and laid with him on the bed. He licked both of their wounds closed and closed his eyes. It would be a day before he woke up, but Angel wasn't going anywhere.