Updated Part

Title: You what?

Author: rollinginangeldust (aka Angel Dust)

Pairing: Angel and Spike

Warnings: Male pregnancy

Notes: Continuing story following "You want us?" and "You got us!" respectively. Also being lazy I couldn't be bothered to invent new fashions (you'll see what I mean) so you have to assume that this story happens `in the now' and that the previous sections happened a few years earlier than they did, either that or that fashions haven't changed or are on their way around again.

Both of the previous stories can be found on my LJ in my memories here…

http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml? user=angeldust666&keyword=Slash&filter=all

…you might have to cut and paste that in the address bar if it doesn't show up as one solid link.

Disclaimer: Angel and Spike aren't mine (sadly) neither are any of the other characters/locations etc from BTVS or ATS. Oh yeah, and no profit is being made.

YOU WHAT? (01)

"Ooo sweeties," Spike purred as he entered Angel's office, sat down on the edge of the desk and, without invitation, plucked up one of the candies from the box that Angel was still in the process of opening and popped it into his mouth.

"Will," Angel scolded him, "you don't know who sent those or what they are."

"They smell alright and hmm, hand made," Spike said offhandedly, chewing on the candy as he plucked the postcard that was doubling as a greetings card from inside the box and read it. "Thanks for the help, best wishes, enjoy the eats, yours truly, Dergon Ambole. Or something like that," he shrugged having only roughly translated the demonic text, a bit rusty on this one.

"Ambole?" Angel pondered, trying to place the name as Spike dropped the card back into the box and helped himself to another sweet. "Ah the Mutsan that we opened the portal for so she could back home to her dimension," realization dawned on him, "that's nice of her."

"Hmm, very nice," Spike agreed. "Here try," he quirked his eyebrow at Angel who obediently opened his mouth as Spike leant across the desk to hand feed him one of the sticky sweets.

Angel treated his Childe to a seductive smile as he took more than just the offered sweet and also sucked Spike's fingers into his mouth, toying with them before teasing with his tongue as he closed his eyes in a show of pleasure.

"Eerrgh gross," Kelan suddenly commented from nowhere, as stealthy as either vamp, and turned up his nose at the affectionate display between his parents as he discovered them in the office.

Spike rolled his eyes and slipped his fingers free, then leant in further to plant a quick kiss on Angel's lips before sticking his tongue out at their boy.

"Err don't," Kelan chuckled, throwing his school bag to land on the comfy sofa in the corner, sounding embarrassed as usual even though he was used to seeing his parents freely showing their feelings for one another.

"How was school?" Angel asked, watching as his son flopped down onto the wheeled chair and practically melted over it, arms and legs dangling limply, tip toes pushing against the floor to make the chair swivel from side to side.

"Alright," Kelan shrugged.

"No Ced?" Spike asked sounding surprised. He was referring to Kelan's oldest and best friend Cedric who normally wasn't more than two feet from his son at any given time.

"Nah he's gotta go to his Nan's today so she can see baby Meg. Oh Yeah," Kelan suddenly remembered something, "Mrs. Denton sent a photo of Megan wearing one of the dresses you bought her," Kelan told them whilst pushing his feet against the desk to send the chair rolling across the floor and towards his school bag.

"Don't do that Kelly, you'll fall off," Angel said automatically. Kelan merely sighed, a soft sound that clearly yet wordlessly said "Mum, it's Kel, not Kelly and I'm not a little boy anymore."

Still to please his Mum Kelan was more careful making his way back over to the desk, pushing his feet against the floor to slide the chair back into position whilst rummaging through his bag.

"Where is it?" Kelan began to complain when he couldn't find the picture, continuing to dig deep down into the abyss that was his backpack. "Ah, here you go," he announced when he finally found the photo, holding it out for Angel to take.

Spike nudged Kelan with the edge of the sweetie box, listening as Angel cooed over how sweet the latest addition to the Denton family was. The boy raised himself up a little so that he could see inside the proffered box to choose a candy, selecting one and sniffing at it before popping it into his mouth. "Hang on," Kelan pulled the box back towards him as Spike made to offer the candies to Angel. "Can I have this?" he asked taking the greetings card for himself.

"If you want," Spike confirmed, tapping Angel with the box this time, "What d'ya want it for?"

"I can use it for that local histories thing in Mrs. Davis' class," he answered boredly showing his Dad the reverse of the card which was printed with a copy of an old Hammond's map, detailing 1908 Los Angeles. "Got some glue?" he asked Angel who looked dutifully through his drawer before shaking his head no.

"Maybe Auntie Cordy's got some," Kelan spoke to himself vacating the chair and leaving it to roll away from the desk. "Where is she anyway?" he asked as he headed for the door.

"Some emergency cropped up at the mall," Spike called through to him, "shoe sale," he elaborated.

Kelan nodded, rolled his eyes and went out into the lobby.

"I wish we could have another baby," Angel mumbled around the sweet in his mouth.

"What?" Spike asked.

"Another baby," Angel repeated holding the sweet between his teeth so he could speak more clearly, "I'd love to have a little girl," he smiled, handing the photo of baby Megan over to Spike. "Doesn't she look pretty in her dress?"

"Like a princess," Spike heard himself reply and was suddenly hit with a sense of déjà vu, his brain conjuring up a vivid memory of a similar scene but with Angelus asking him about Drusilla and a dress that he'd chosen for her. Daddy loved to choose dresses for her, prettying her up like a little doll, a princess.

"Will?" Angel asked breaking into the memory.

"Huh? Oh nothing," Spike smiled fondly and crinkled his nose, shaking his head dismissively realising that he must have some weird expression on his face given the way Angel was looking at him.

"Oh bloody hell," Kelan's gruff voice, in an almost perfect imitation of his father, floated in from the lobby following an ominous crashing noise.

"I'll sort it," Spike tutted, hopping down off of the desk and popping a sweet into his mouth. Neither vamp had any problem with their son listening to music or watching films that contained swearing, but that didn't mean that he was allowed to repeat it in their presence unless he happened to be singing along with a track.

"Oi," Spike began as he made his way towards the door, "what have I told you about swear…ah fucking shit, Jesus Christ," Spike ground out through clenched teeth rather spoiling what was to be his lecture about bad language (a "do as I say, not as I do" one) as he bumped into Wes, both meeting at the door's threshold, neither having seen the other.

"Spike, I'm so sorry," Wes apologized ignoring his injured `stepped on' foot and instinctively reaching out to steady the vampire as he staggered, momentarily incapacitated by his chip sparking off.

Spike didn't answer, knuckles bright white as he gripped the door frame to support himself, eyes closed against the pain as he waved one hand at Wes dismissively to intone "don't worry."

He heard Kelan's concerned "Dad? You alright Dad?" and an out of place "Hi Uncle Wes," as he felt Angel's strong arms wrap around him from behind with a soft, "I've got you."

"Yeah, just give us a minute yeah?" Spike answered his son, breathing laboriously, fighting the nausea that always accompanied the pain.

"I'm sorry," Wes apologized again.

"S'alright," Spike murmured, then after a few moments silence as he regained control he suddenly barked a sharp "Fuck!" and angrily pushed himself to stand, inadvertently forcing Angel away as he did so.

"Will?" Angel reached out to him but Spike's hand instantly shot up to block him, a clear "leave me alone" gesture. Angel let him be.

"I'm going for a lie down," Spike snapped roughly, not making eye contact with anyone as he stomped his way over to and up the stairs, mumbling angrily to himself as disappeared out of sight to sleep off his migraine.

Angel caught hold of Kelan as he made to follow, patting him on the shoulder and smiling comfortingly at him. "Dad just needs a rest. Give him some space alright?"

"Ok," Kelan shrugged as if it was no big deal, not letting on that he was calmed by Angel's easy acceptance of the blonde's actions. His teenage attitude coming back in to smother the unsure child that had just made an appearance, besides it wasn't the first time he'd seen his Dad's chip activated.

"Why don't you go and clean that up," Angel suggested, indicating the cold coffee spilt across Cordy's desk and dripping off of the edge to splatter on the floor beside pieces of a shattered mug that had obviously caused the crashing noise.

Kelan nodded and Angel left him to it, tipping his head that Wes should follow him into the office.

"I'm sorry," Wes, ashen faced, apologized yet again, this time to Angel.

"It's not your fault Wes," Angel assured him. "Your foot alright?" he asked retrieving the wheeled chair for Wes to sit on before taking up his own seat again.

"Yes it's fine thank you. I'm more worried about him," Wes confessed. His pain had been momentary, but Spike's would last for a lot longer.

Oblivious to Wes' thoughts, Angel added to his guilt with a heavy sigh and, "it's not the pain that gets to him so much it's more the feeling of helplessness and weakness that makes him so angry. I can't even begin to really imagine what it's like for him, to have all that strength and yet know that you can't use it to defend yourself, your family…"

Angel trailed off and Wes followed his gaze towards the door and realized why he'd stopped talking.

"Kelly?" Angel questioned his son.

"Coffee's all sorted. I'm gonna go and do my homework," he stated, collecting up his school bag.

"Alright, I'll be up in a while to make your dinner. Keep the noise down on that game thing so Dad can sleep. You can hear that thing all the way down the hall," Angel added knowing what Kelan would do once his homework was finished.

"Uh-huh," Kelan confirmed with a nod and turned to leave.

"Uncle Gunn," Kelan nodded in greeting to his uncle as they almost crossed paths.

"Hey Kel," he offered back, moving aside to let the teenager out of the office before going in himself.

xxXxx

"Feeling better Dad?" Kelan asked, looking up from his dinner plate, as Spike sauntered into the kitchen, his hair mussed from sleep, absently scratching at his stomach.

"Yeah," Spike smiled lopsidedly at him, taking up a seat at the table after stretching to loosen his body up and chase away the last remnants of sleep. He flicked his eyes up to look at the clock and saw that he'd been down for a couple of hours.

"Here you go Babe," Angel whispered into his Childe's ear as he came up behind him and put a hand on one shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze, leaning over the other to set his dinner plate in front of him.

"Thanks," Spike sighed, sounding sadly resigned to Angel's ears even as it escaped his son's, and titled his head up for a kiss. Thanks for giving him the space he needed. Thanks for understanding. Thanks for caring about him. Just thanks. "How's Wes?"

"He's fine," Angel smiled softly at his Childe and squeezed his shoulder once more before taking up his seat at the table.

"Hmm it's good," Spike commented on his dinner, shoveling a second fork load into his mouth, pushing the thought from his mind of the scene last week when that human in the supermarket queue had decided to have a go at him over some misunderstanding. How utterly humiliated and incompetent he'd felt as his son's almost imperceptible and instinctive movement brought him to stand before his father, the new alpha, ready to protect *him* if the argument progressed to something more than heated words, not the other way around as it should have been.

"I don't like the green bits," Kelan complained scrunching his nose up.

"Eat it up, s'good for you," Spike told him.

"What green bits?" Angel leant over briefly, curious to inspect Kelan's plate.

"These," Kelan prodded his fork at the said green bits.

"It's parsley," Angel quirked a confused eyebrow at him. His son had eaten it countless times before.

"Is it? Oh," Kelan shrugged, forgot about his dislike of the finely chopped herb sprinkled over his fish and ate it quickly. "What?" He asked looking up at Angel whose brow was furrowed in puzzlement over his son's antics.

"Nothing," Angel shook his head and went back to drinking his own dinner, settling for blood instead of joining in on the human food.

"How did you do on that test?" Spike asked, dinner being their usual time to discuss and catch up on what everyone had been doing during the day.

"Maths or science?"

"You had a maths one? You didn't say," Angel commented.

"It was a surprise one, Mr. Grahams just decided on it today."

"Ah," Angel nodded, "so how did you do?"

"I think it was alright, he's going to tell us our scores tomorrow. I got 74% in the science though," he added pleased.

"That's good," Spike nodded, also pleased with the result. His grades had steadily improved showing that he was moving on up even if he'd never make it to be top of the class. Kelan wasn't always the best student in his subjects but he always tried his hardest and that's what mattered to both Angel and Spike, they couldn't ask any more of him than that.

"Did you give the trip money in?" Angel asked referring to the last installment that needed to be paid for the school trip, a two week holiday at an adventure camp in three weeks time.

Kel just nodded, unable to respond with a mouthful of food.

Spike cleared his plate, chasing his meal down with a mug of blood faster than Angel who was still making his dinner last.

"Mum? Dad?" Kelan asked when he'd finished his last mouthful, sounding very much as if he'd had to pluck up the courage to speak, obviously wanting something.

"Yes," Angel asked skeptically.

"Well, I was just wondering…"

"Wondering what?" Spike asked when his son began to fiddle around with his knife and fork, pretending to push non existent food around on his plate.

"Can I…am I allowed to get my eyebrow pierced?"

He received two simultaneous yet opposing answers, an "If you want" and a "No way" muffled by the surprised sound of his Mum choking on the last of his blood.

Angel looked at Spike. Spike looked at Angel. Kelan looked hopefully at his Dad who'd agreed to his request, desperately wanting him to talk his Mum round to the idea.

Spike caved first, "We'll talk about it," he offered his son resisting the urge to wink knowingly at him lest it break the untied parental front that he and Angel strived to portray.

Kelan didn't bother to argue, knew that it wouldn't get him anywhere other than into trouble and would only result in the usual lines of "Not while you're under our roof" or the classic "and if so-and-so jumped off of Carrauntoohil mountain would you do it too?" if he'd pointed out that "Darren's got one" to try and sway his parents by letting them know what the other kids were allowed to do. But that didn't stop him pouting.

"It's my body," Kelan blurted, his mouth not following his brain's reasoning from a moment ago of it being pointless to argue.

"And it's living under our roof," Angel answered predictably.

"You never let me do anything," Kelan whined.

"Never let you do anything?" Angel questioned incredulously. "You're sitting there with bright red hair, wearing make up and with bits cut off of the clothes that I pay for and I never let you do anything?"

"Darren's got one," Kelan's mouth ran away with its own agenda.

"I don't care what anyone else has got. If Darren jump…"

"I know, I know, bloody Carrauntoohil mountain…"

"Kel," Spike warned.

"Well it's not fair," Kelan sulked, one hand decorated with blue nail varnish and adorned with silver rings coming to slam down on the table.

"I said we'd talk about it," Spike stated calmly.

"Not if he's behaving like this we won't," Angel snarked crossing his arms.

Kelan went to open his mouth to complain some more, but closed it at the look that Spike sent him.

"Why don't you clear the table?" Spike suggested to his son whilst standing up and tipping his head towards the lounge indicating that Angel should follow him. Kelan huffed but set to work. He was expected to do a few simple jobs around the house, the washing up being one of them. Both Angel and Spike wanted him to learn the value of money and so Kelan had to work for his allowance.

"You can have some ice cream for pudding if you want," Spike called back as an after thought.

Angel sat heavily on the couch, the clatter of tableware and the sound of the sink being filled flowing in from the kitchen.

"What's the problem?" Spike asked softly as he sat down beside Angel, wanting to understand why he was against the piercing.

"He wants to shove a lump of metal through his face," Angel spoke to Spike using his "duh!" tone to which Spike just sighed a , "you know what I mean."

"I don't know," Angel rubbed his whole face with his cupped hands as he tried to get his thoughts into some sort of order before speaking.

"Well for one he's not old enough," Angel began, "then there's the fact that it'll hurt. Plus there are all sorts of things that could go wrong with it. It could get infected or get caught and torn out. What else? Ok, he wants it now but what if he ends up regretting it? It'll be our fault for letting him get it done. Then there's other people, they'll look at him and draw assumptions about what sort of person he is, wrong assumptions, Christ he already dresses like one of the living dead."

Spike didn't bother to point out to Angel that he was in fact one of the living dead himself and that his son dressed nothing like him, as his Sire rattled off all of his worries showing that he was concerned about Kelan's health and wellbeing rather than just wanting to spoil his fun as his son more than likely suspected.

"What does he want it for anyway?"

"Because that's what's cool now," Spike explained, "just like froofy hair was back in your day, and because it's important to him, it says something to him about who he is, how he sees himself."

"Like an expression? A definition?" Angel mused aloud, seeing Spike's point of view.

"Yeah `course. Now as for it getting infected, well as long as he takes care of it it'll be alright and of course we'd check out the studio first to make sure it's clean and all aboveboard. Yeah he might regret it one day but it's not permanent like a tattoo. If he decides he doesn't like it all he has to do is take it out, you know his healing rate is almost as good as ours and the hole would close right up without a trace eventually. And other people Angel? What do you care what other people think? One little piercing isn't going to change Kel is it? Yeah he'll be projecting a certain image, but if people are too thick to look beyond his appearance then that's their problem."

"But he might, I don't know, attract trouble," Angel worried.

"He can take care of himself," Spike said softly, eyes downcast for a moment as he was reminded yet again that he couldn't take care of himself even half as well as his son could. It hadn't taken much effort for either vamp to train their boy to be as proficient a fighter as either of them were. It was as if it had been bred into him, he was without a doubt a natural born fighter.

"I agree on the getting it torn out bit though," Spike pushed aside his feelings of inadequacy once more and continued normally, "he'd have to take it out or tape it up for P.E but otherwise it shouldn't be a problem. I fought a slayer with a safety pin through my eyebrow and it didn't get snagged or ripped out."

"A slayer put a pin through your eyebrow?" Angel asked. "How did she manage that?"

"What? No," Spike shook his head, "I did."

"You did it to yourself?" Angel looked completely puzzled. "Why?"

"'Cos it was cool and it said something about me."

"That you were wrong in the head?"

"Oi watch it," Spike warned but grinned. "No, it made me feel good about myself, completed the image I was after."

"And what a wonderful image that must have been," Angel said sarcastically, sneaking a smile at his Childe.

"Well, I suppose he did ask and not just come home with it done," Angel ventured, starting to crack, giving his son credit for consulting them. He knew plenty of kids who wouldn't have bothered to ask their parents permission and plenty more whose parents wouldn't have cared anyway.

"And it's better that he does it with our supervision too instead of letting one of his friends do it…or worse," Angel sounded as if he was trying to convince himself. "Even so, he's still not old enough."

"Well no, he's not old enough to get it done legally on his own until he's 18, but loads of the kids have got `em so unless they're all doing `em themselves then I guess it must just be a case of having to sign a release form at the studio, same as with ear piercing."

"Hmm," Angel considered all of the facts, thinking the decision over as Spike lay down on the sofa and got comfortable, his head resting in Angel's lap.

"Go on Angel, it's only a harmless little piercing. He could be doing things a million times worse," Spike stated quite rightly. They were lucky that their son wasn't like some of the other kids in L.A, bowing under the weight of peer pressure to pick up drink and drug habits. He wasn't out on the street causing trouble, fighting, destroying, stealing or dealing. He was a good kid, who worked hard and tried to do the right thing.

"I know."

"So?" Spike asked, his own eyebrow raised in question as he looked up at his Sire.

Angel sighed, a slow smile creeping across his face, "Alright, he can have one."

"Give us a kiss," Spike demanded, pulling Angel down to steal a not so quick smooch.

"You really put a safety pin through here?" Angel asked softly when they parted, toying with Spike's eyebrow.

"Uh-huh," Spike purred, closing his eyes and enjoying the attention, rubbing his head against Angel's hand to beg for more. "Had `em all in m'clothes too, hey don't laugh, it was cool then. Tore up my jeans a bit, nicked myself some 14 eye docs, spiked my hair, smudged on some make up, done me nails. `Course won my jacket that night too. Sometimes I wore this heavy chain with a padlock on, others I wore this real nice studded leather collar...hmm, like the sound of that do you?" Spike growled playfully as he felt Angel's cock twitch against the back of his head. "Had a belt and cuffs to match too, oh and some nice silver jewellery. Shame though I dunno where any of my stuff went, Kel could've had it all."

"You've hardly changed," Spike could hear the affectionate smile in Angel's voice.

"Hey I changed a lot," he protested, "You see any make up on me? No. Plus I don't wear docs no more, replaced `em with my bike boots sometime in the 80's and um, I used to wear blue denim instead of black," he nodded briskly as if that proved his point.

"I missed a lot of time with you," Angel barely whispered, trailing his hands through his Childe's hair and massaging his scalp.

"Here now though," Spike murmured, relaxing even deeper against Angel's thighs with a pleasured sigh.

They heard the faucet being turned off, the fridge door opening and closing, and moments later Kelan appeared in the doorway with a spoon and tub of ice cream, "I'm done."

"Come sit down," Spike invited, opening his eyes and rolling on to his side to face his boy, his head still resting against Angel's knees.

"Right, now there will be rules," Angel stated and Kelan knew then that he was going to be allowed the piercing. He bit his lip to stop the delighted grin from spreading across his face, trying to match his Mum's deadly serious mood as he sat on the couch opposite theirs. His Dad's smile more than made up for the one that he was trying to contain.

"First, we will choose where you have it done," at Kelan's confused look Angel added, "I mean as in the studio, not where on your body. You're not just going to some back-place and having anyone do it. We will check out that the shop is registered and up to code.

"Two, it is your responsibility to keep the piercing clean, I don't want any crying if it gets infected because you haven't bothered to take care of it properly. Three you will have the smallest bar they offer and you will wear only that, nothing larger and certainly no hoops…or pins," he added and again received a puzzled look from his son. "Four, you will put a band-aid over it for Phys. Ed. and five, you will pay for it out of your allowance. I am not paying for you to mutilate your body. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Kelan nodded very business like then softened with a, "Thanks Mum," as he got up and gave Angel a squeeze.

"You're a good boy," Angel told him softly, ruffling his son's hair as he received a kiss on the cheek. "Do you think you've got enough saved up to have it done?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well we'll check out some studios at the weekend and you can have it done then alright?"

"It's the weekend tomorrow," Spike chimed in rolling his head in Angel's lap to look up at his Sire.

"It is?" Angel sounded surprised, shrugging when both Spike and Kelan offered "Uh-huh's."

"Well, tomorrow then," Angel smiled, receiving a huge grin and another hug from his son in response followed by a, "Night Mum."

"You off to bed already?" Angel asked in surprise.

"Yeah, well I'm gonna have a bath first, eat my ice cream," he waved the tub at them, "and I might read for a bit, play my game, watch a bit of TV."

"Alright, night then Kelly," Angel pulled him back for another hug. It wasn't all that often that Kelan was cuddly with them anymore so his parents always made the most of it when he was. Kelan saw himself as being much too grown up for hugs anymore, well except until it came to bedtime like now, when he allowed himself to be fooled that he did it for his Mum and Dad's sake.

"Night Dad," Kelan bent down and gave Spike, still lazing in Angel's lap, a goodnight peck on the cheek too. His Dad slid a hand through his hair, pulling him into a hug by cupping the back of his neck before releasing him.

"Night Piglet, sleep tight," Spike said as he always did at bedtime, never having dropped the childhood nickname he'd graced his baby boy with. Kelan had long ago given up trying to change this habit of his Dad's and now just let the name wash over him, it was as hopeless as trying to get Angel to quite calling him Kelly.

Kelan left his parents' suite and made his way down the corridor, his old nursery room having been abandoned long ago in exchange for a suite of his own further down the hallway.

"Why does he always do that?" Angel asked Spike once their boy had gone, "Say that he's going to bed when he's not?"

"It's his way of politely saying that he doesn't want to hang out with us," Spike answered lazily.

"It's nice seeing him happy," Angel smiled.

"Yeah," Spike agreed. "Wanna make me happy too?" the blonde growled softly and quirked his eyebrow.

"I'm sure that'll be sooo difficult," Angel teased.

"You saying I'm easy?" Spike purred seductively. "Weeeellll," Angel drew out the word as he slid his hand down Spike's body, slipping it into the loose waistband of his jeans without any preamble, awkwardly wrapping his hand around his boy's cock and making him hard with one stroke…easy.

YOU WHAT? (02)

"It's a belly button," Spike stated as his boy stopped beside him having completed yet another circuit of the tattoo and body piercing studio, studying the various tattoo designs on the waiting room walls before coming to stand before the jewellery display cabinet at each pass.

"Oh yeah," Kelan tilted his head and starred through the glass at the silicon body part that had puzzled them, standing amidst the other easily recognisable fake segments, each showing the multitude of ways in which they could be pierced.

"Alright?" Spike asked, receiving a nervous grin and an affirmative nod for his answer. "Sure you want it done?" He checked, and not for the first time.

"Uh-huh," Kelan confirmed looking over towards the screened booths where the continual sounds of buzzing filtered out into the waiting area, the hum of the tattoo guns.

"Shouldn't be long now," Spike assured him, then went back to starring at the piercing display as his son took off on another stroll around the studio.

They'd already spoken to one of the three artists, Susannah, who had been more than happy to let them have a nose around the studio and answer their questions as she cleaned the surfaces in her work room in preparation for her next customer. Satisfied that the studio was up to code, Spike had filled in and signed the consent form. Now they were just waiting on the next available artist.

"You going to get one?" Kelan joked on his next pass of the display cabinet, finding his dad still starring intently at the silicon pieces.

"Might do," Spike threw back casually.

"Really?" The boy asked, pouting as he backtracked to stand beside him.

"Maybe," The blonde grinned.

"Not your eyebrow though?" His son asked sounding put out. His would hardly be cool if his dad got one too.

"Yeah, thought we could be twins."

"Wha…Dad," Kelan's shocked expression broke in to a smile as he realised that he was being teased.

"…thanks, bye now," Spike and Kelan both turned towards the voice as one of the booth doors had opened and a man with a neatly wrapped forearm came out and headed towards the main doors.

"Be with you in a minute," a voice, obviously belonging to the tattooist/piercer, called out to them in the waiting room.

A strong antiseptic smell filled the air accompanied by the sounds of clattering and scrubbing as the artist prepared his room for the next customer.

"Ready?" The tattooist stuck his head out of his booth after a couple of minutes and looked over at Spike.

"It's not for me," Spike answered, "eyebrow piercing for my son," he explained, tipping his head to indicate his boy standing beside him.

"No problem. I'll need you to sign for him alright?"

"Already done," Spike raised the folded form as proof.

"Alright then …."

"Kel," Kelan filled in the gap.

"Come on in," the tattooist nodded that Kelan should follow him.

"Want me to come with you?" Spike almost asked, but changed it to an, "Alright if I come and watch?" so that he didn't embarrass his son. Stubborn as he himself was, there's no way that Kelan would have answered yes to the first question even if he wanted his dad there with him.

"If you want," Kelan shrugged pretending he didn't care, following the artist into his room with Spike trailing along behind.

"I'm Rob," the tattooist introduced himself. "Have a seat," he offered, taking the consent form from Spike and giving it the once over as Kelan got comfortable lying back on the chair.

Spike wheeled over one of the stools and sat beside him.

"So an eyebrow piercing then?" Rob asked. "Where?"

"Here," Kelan pointed out exactly where he wanted it done. Until he'd seen the silicon examples in the display he hadn't realised just how many ways an eyebrow could be pierced.

"Uh-huh," Rob nodded. "Now you just need to choose what jewellery you want and we'll get started," he motioned to a small plastic display rack on the wall behind him showing the range of jewellery suitable for new piercings.

"Um, that one," Kelan pointed to a small straight bar.

"Good choice," Rob nodded then spun his chair to face the counter.

Kelan's could feel his anxiety increasing as the piercer pulled on some gloves and started setting up everything in preparation for the piercing. He was reminded of being at the dentist as he watched Rob laying out all of the equipment he needed on a papered tray. He felt his Dad tap his arm and turned to face him, looking up into calming blue eyes with his own worried ones.

"Alright?" Spike mouthed, to which Kelan nodded and smiled nervously. Spike smiled back, soft and reassuring.

"Ready then?" Rob spun his chair back to face Kelan and rolled a little closer. "Don't worry," he smiled down at the boy before picking up something off of his tray, a pen it turned out, and leaning over him. "It'll all be over before you know it."

"There you go. How's that?" Rob asked handing Kel a mirror so he could see the purple markings that showed where the bar would go. "That alright?"

Kelan nodded and from there things moved pretty swiftly. Rob cleaned his eyebrow, asked his dad to witness him opening a new needle, clamped the eyebrow and told him to take a deep breath as he rested the sharp point lightly against the first mark.

"On three," Rob said, counted to two then did it so that Kel wasn't expecting it, so that he didn't react. It hurt, no doubt about that, but not as bad as he'd imagined, in fact if he was truthful the pinch from the clamps had been worse than the actual piercing itself. There was a bit of tugging as Rob fiddled about placing the bar, pulling out the cannula and finally fixing the second ball on to the bar. All in all, the whole process only took a minute.

"All done," he cleaned the area again, peeled off his gloves and handed Kel the mirror once more.

It was only when Kelan went to take the mirror that he realised that he'd grabbed on to his dad's hand at some point and was still holding on tight….and that he was trembling a little.

"Looks cool," Spike told him, making no mention of the instinctual hand holding nor the fact that his son had turned very pale.

"Happy with it?" Rob asked and Kelan agreed that he was.

"Just give yourself a minute," Rob told Kel as he went to sit up, experience telling him that it was best to let the customer rest a minute, let the adrenaline settle and the body return to normal to avoid fainting or nausea.

Kel obeyed and lay back down.

Rob used this recovery time to explain to him how to take care of his new piercing and gave him a cleaning solution to use along with a care sheet detailing everything they'd just discussed.

"Alright now?" Rob asked when the colour had returned to Kelan's face.

"Yeah."

Kelan thanked and paid Rob. Spike offered his own thanks too as they made their way back out into he waiting room.

"Do you feel alright?" Spike asked concerned, half looking at his boy, half at the care sheet Kel had handed him.

"Fine now," Kel confirmed with a warm reassuring smile, for once there was no point in denying that he'd been scared or felt a little unwell. "I just need…," he tilted his head in the direction of the toilets.

"Alright. Wait here when you're done I just wanna ask Rob something about this," he held up the instruction sheet that he'd gone back to studying. "Can you give Mum a ring and see if he can come pick us up if he's done? If not phone Uncle Gunn yeah?"

"OK," Kel agreed and headed to the restrooms.

Angel had been driving them to the studio when they got a call from Wes saying they'd had a call about some demon activity going down right then, so instead of joining them he'd had to just drop them off and go.

"Mum said he'd pick us up. He was on his way back already anyway. Turned out to be a domestic," Kel explained to his dad when Spike came out of the booth and found him sitting on one of the waiting room chairs. "He said he'd phone when he gets here to tell us where he's parked. Did you find out what you wanted? You've been in there for ages …oh hang on," the boy fished around in his pocket for his cell phone and answered it with a, "Yeah? Already, that was quick. Alright level 2. See you in a minute Mum."

"Level 2," Kel informed his dad as if he hadn't heard the phone conversation, getting up ready to leave.

The pair walked through the mall and took an elevator to the level 2 car park where it would be safe to meet Angel. It was all very well having specially tinted windows fitted to the car so that either vamp could now drive around in daylight but it didn't help when either one needed to get in or out of the car.

The elevator doors pinged open and Kel followed his dad who unerringly, as always, knew just where to find Angel's car.

"Will," Angel acknowledged his boy with a tip of his head as he slipped into the front seat, an action that was reciprocated.

"Mum," Kelan greeted as he opened the door and slid onto the backseat.

"Alright Kelly? Hmm, that actually looks good," Angel sounded surprised briefly turning and leaning over his seat to study his son's new piercing.

"How was it? Did it hurt?" Angel kick started a conversation as he faced the front once more, started the engine, pulled out of the parking bay and headed off for home.

"Alright" and "A bit," were Angel's only answers before the beeping noises from the back indicated that his son was playing with one of his hand held games.

"What are you playing?" Angel tried to show an interest.

"A game."

"Oh," silence, then, "What's it about?"

"Nothing much."

"Oh."

"It was alright?" Angel asked Spike instead, this time his answer was only a nod of confirmation.

"They told him how to look after it?" Angel tried again, not used to being the one doing the talking, and was treated to another nod and a hummed "Um-hmm."

"Good," Angel stated sounding slightly unsure as he indicated and turned left.

Angel enjoyed the rare peace that had settled in the car, but it wasn't long lived. He'd only driven a couple of blocks when the silence started to get to him, it just felt so wrong.

His thoughts began to wander and he tried to think if he'd done anything to upset Spike. It wasn't like his boy to stay quiet for more than a second, hell he even talked in his sleep. Even when Spike was at his most angry he never gave his Sire the silent treatment.

Surreptitiously the older vamp flicked his eyes to look at Spike to gauge his mood. He appeared to be happy enough, just unusually quiet. None the wiser he fixed his eyes back on the road.

"You alright?" Angel ventured curiously after a few more minutes of silence.

"Umm-Hmmm," The blonde nodded.

"I never thought I'd say this, but it's too quiet," Angel laughed nervously, a dumb attempt to get Spike to speak.

Spike dutifully leant forward and switched the radio on before leaning back and getting comfortable again, treating his Sire to a "there you go" smile.

"Uh, thanks," Angel offered sounding confused.

"Welcome," Spike's eyebrow quirk said clearly even though no sound passed his lips.

"So um, yeah," Angel began, still uncomfortably aware of the silence even though the radio now played. "I sped down there, jumped red lights and everything, had to do the staying in the shadows bit, singed my hand," Angel missed the quick worried glance that Spike threw him checking for damage, "and then it turns out they were just arguing over whose turn it was to do the washing up or something. They weren't even demons and have I done something to upset you?" Angel suddenly tagged on the end, unaware even that he was going to say it himself until he heard his own voice.

"No," Spike replied, turning to look out of the window to hide the small smile that was trying to break out on his face, he wasn't fast enough though and Angel just managed to catch a glimpse of it.

Rather than calming him, this confused him even more.

"Hey," Angel said softy and Spike obediently turned to face him. "What's up?" Angel asked without speaking, his expression clearly doing the talking for him.

Spike bit his lip trying to contain the smile that so badly wanted to break out, his eyes sparkling playfully. Angel could almost hear the slow teasing "nothing" spilling from his boy's lips, the one that actually meant quite the opposite.

"What?" Angel's expression deepened, increasing the urgent tone of the still unspoken question.

Spike looked thoughtful for a second then shook his head to insinuate that no, he wasn't going to tell.

Angel's face crumpled in amused confusion as he starred a moment longer at his boy as if trying to read him before turning his eyes dutifully back to the road once more with a puzzled shake of his head.

Angel could feel Spike watching at him, could see the smirk he was wearing without even having to look. Various thoughts ran through his head until suddenly…he looked at his Childe again, half questioning, half knowing.

Spike winked at him, the only answer he was going to get.

Angel's eyes widened comically for a second then he concentrated on the road again.

"Can Ced come over?" Kelan asked as they arrived back at the hotel and got out of the car, three short beeps signaling that he'd turned off the game he'd been playing.

"Yeah if you want," Angel confirmed absently as they headed inside.

"Can he stay for dinner?"

"If his Mum says it's alright," Angel shrugged then questioned Spike silently, "Upstairs?" his expression doing the talking for him again, this time in the form of a raised eyebrow and a mischievous smile.

"Oh yeahhhh," Spike sparkling eyes delivered his soundless response loud and clear.

Kelan walked ahead of his parents up the stairs, ignoring the flirtatious playful smiles and glances they were sharing with one another, chatting away to Cedric on his cell phone, "Uh-huh, Uh-huh… Go ask your Mum. Yeah? Cool. I dunno, hang on I'll ask. Can I go to the arcade?" Kelan turned and quizzed his parents, his Mum suddenly wearing a very neutral expression, which in fact made him look stranger than if he'd been caught leering at his husband.

Spike smiled softly to himself at Angel's behaviour. He found it endearing that even after all these years, after all of the kisses and cuddles that their son had seen them share, that Angel still got embarrassed if there was even a vague hint of anything beyond that going on.

He was sure that Angel honestly believed that his son didn't know that they had sex, that they were discreet.

Spike nodded yes that Kelan could go.

Kelan rolled his eyes, turned forward and carried on up the stairs, "They said yeah," he sighed, "think they want me out the way so they can shag," he mumbled below the vamps hearing range in a clear "look what I have to put up with" tone. "I'll meet you out front on my bike in um, about 5 minutes yeah? Alright see ya then."

Kelan took off up the remainder of the stairs and ran down the corridor to his room.

"Get home before dark," Angel told his son, same as always, as he passed them on his way back down the corridor, hovering around outside their suite door, looking uncomfortable and antsy.

"Uh-huh," Kelan nodded and snuffed a soft laugh shaking his head in amusement at his Mum's so obvious loitering, watching to see him leave to know when it was safe for him to act.

Angel looked at Spike in askance of their son's behaviour.

Spike rolled his eyes at Angel's obliviousness, but shrugged as if he didn't know all the same. If he told him Angel would only brood about it.

"Be careful out there," Spike leaned over the banister railing and called after his boy.

"Always am," Kelan answered with his usual response, looking up at both of his parents, Angel having moved to stand beside Spike.

The older vamp's eyes followed his son's descent of the stairs and his trek across what he could see of the lobby before he sprung into action. Taking hold of Spike's hand he hurriedly pulled him backwards and pushed him unceremoniously into their room, closing the door by pinning Spike against it with an excited breathy "I knew it" as he claimed his mouth in a desperate, all consuming kiss.

"Knew what?" Spike hushed when Angel released him, playing ignorant although he knew full well what Angel had been thinking, after all he'd purposely deceived him, planting *that* idea in his Sire's head so that when the truth was discovered it'd be so much sweeter.

"Hmm, oh nothing," Angel tried to cover, almost managing to keep the trace of disappointment out of his voice.

"Sure?"

"Well it's silly really," Angel shrugged bashfully after a moment of hesitation. "I thought…I thought you'd had your tongue pierced that's all," he passed the comment as if he weren't that bothered.

"You wanted me to?"

"No, I just, I don't know. I just thought you had. I thought that's why you were being quiet, keeping it as a surprise." Oh yes, Angel *had* fallen for Spike's unspoken suggestion perfectly.

"Nope," Spike stuck his tongue out as further proof. "I thought you were against piercings?" he questioned innocently.

"No," Angel looked surprised at first then conceded, "well yes and no. I was worried about Kelly having one done but, well, I have to admit that it does look good on him and after what we talked about…"

"You really got off on that last night didn't you?" Spike smirked cutting in, thinking of how one little safety pin had excited his Sire so much yesterday.

Angel had asked him again about his `punk' years, intrigued for some reason and trying to imagine what he'd looked like. Spike found a safety pin and let Angel find out for himself, let his Sire pierce his skin, make it bleed. Of course they'd moved on and experimented beyond a simple eyebrow piercing quite rapidly. Spike didn't know if it was the look, the inflicting or the feel that got his Sire so worked up, most likely a combination.

"Why were you so quiet then…and what was with all of the looks?"

"I thought you wanted a shag," Spike said uncertainly. "Don't you wanna?" he feigned hurt for a spilt second then quirked his eyebrow mischievously, teasingly at Angel.

"You did get something done didn't you?" A slow, lusty smile spread across Angel's features and his eyes sparkled with excitement. "Your nipples?" Angel guessed, his voice deep and lascivious as he slowly ran his hands up his Childe's ribs, drawing out his own anticipation. "You know how much that turned me on yesterday. Did you get them done for me huh boy? Oh," Angel didn't bother to hide his disappointment when he found out that the answer to that was no.

"I'm sorry Babe, I didn't know," Spike lied, "Look if you really want me to get a piercing done we'll go back sometime yeah," Spike said soothingly, actually rubbing Angel's arm as if consoling him.

"It's not that I…" It suddenly occurred to Angel that what he'd said was insensitive, he loved Spike the way he was, pierced or not, yet he'd heard the disappointment clearly even in his own voice, it was almost as if he was telling his boy that he didn't want him the way he was and that just wasn't the truth at all. He was just about to dig himself deeper by trying to explain his way out of that, and stupidly draw his Childe's attention to a comment that he seemed to have let slide by unnoticed.

"Shhh, I know," Spike cut him off before he even started. So perceptive. He got that Angel had just wanted to play; it had nothing to do with his appearance. "I still got something for you," Spike growled huskily grinding his body up against his Sire's. "You want?"

"You know I do," Angel breathed.

"Good," Spike whispered pushing himself off of the door, turning the tables on his Sire as with one quick movement it was the older vamp who was being pinned, this time to the wall, cheek squashed against the plaster, Childe pressing up against his back.

"Undo me," Spike ordered softly and Angel dutifully obeyed reaching around behind himself and popping the buttons on his Childe's jeans.

"You want me?" Spike purred, nuzzling into Angel's neck, planting soft kisses on the smooth skin as he reached around and slowly lowered Angel's zipper, kicking his legs apart a little as he did so.

"God yes," Angel titled his head to one side, allowing his boy better access.

"Want me to fuck you?" Spike asked seductively sliding his hand inside Angel's trousers, inside his shorts, reaching low enough to cup Angel's balls, gently dragging his nails over them and massaging the heavy globes with his palm.

"Yesss," Angel loved surrendering himself to his Childe, letting him take the reins.

"Take my dick out," Spike hushed, gently biting at the ear that received his whispered request. Again Angel complied, sliding his hand inside the open denim, wrapping his hand around…*gasp*

"Yeah that's right Sire, got my cock pierced for you," Spike purred huskily. "Surprise."

"God Will," Angel breathed, panting a little in his excitement.

"Easy," Spike hissed a warning as Angel in his enthusiasm began to slide his foreskin back to reveal his new frenum ladder, three separate piercings on the underside of his cock positioned to give Angel the ride of his life.

"Sorry," Angel made to move his hand away.

"Don't you dare," Spike growled, "a little bit of pain ain't gonna kill me. We'll just take it easy alright?"

"Uh-huh," Angel tentatively rubbed one finger against the small beads he could feel, two bars still hidden beneath the silky foreskin.

"Yeah that's it, nice and slow. Like this," Spike encouraged him, his own voice becoming breathy as his Sire explored with gentle fingertips, following his Childe's lead as Spike demonstrated, on Angel's dick, how he wanted to be handled. Anxious as Angel was to play he didn't want to damage his favourite toy.

Rob had told Spike to abstain from sex until he was fully healed, but he hadn't known that his client was a vampire whose healing abilities had pretty much started to kick in as he'd left the studio.

Spike had to admit he was still a bit sore but he could handle that, mostly he was nervous. What if they tore out of something? The pain he'd be able to deal with, but the sight of his abused dick, well that would certainly put a dampener on his libido.

As Spike had gained more confidence he'd started to really lose himself to Angel's ministrations, thrusting harder into his Sire's hand and working the cock that he held harder and faster, treating it as if it were his own, showing what he needed and wanted.

He could feel himself drawing close, so close, almost ready to explode when…

"Will, stop. Will," Angel panted heavily and released the dick he was holding.

"Shit," Spike cursed, angry that he was being denied the friction he needed to release, and in response worked Angel faster as if somehow those actions would transfer and tip him over the edge.

"Will, stop. Please," The begging reached his ears again, sounding painful delivered as it was through gritted teeth.

"Sorry," Angel gasped as Spike released him, fighting for breath in an imitation of the Childe resting his head between his shoulder blades.

"I, I want to feel you in me, come with you inside me," Angel explained breathily.

Spike nodded against Angel's back that he understood and after taking a moment to collect himself, stepped back enough to let Angel remove his clothes.

Spike didn't bother removing all of his own, keeping his jeans on and just stripping off his duster to leave it puddled on the floor on top of his t-shirt once he'd retrieved a tube of slick from his pocket. No way was he taking any chances on his test drive.

"It's beautiful," Angel hushed having turned around to take a look at Spike's dick as he'd undressed.

"Yeah," Spike agreed absently. "Here," he took hold of one of Angel's hands and squeezed a more than generous amount of lube on to his fingers. As far as he was concerned there couldn't be enough slick this time.

Angel set about greasing him up, taking his time exploring his boy's new piercings, never taking his eyes from the sight; fascinated by the way the silky foreskin could be pulled forward to cover the bars snugly, the way it took a bit more coaxing than normal to reveal them as it was pulled back.

"If you want me to fuck you you'd better stop that now," Spike groaned.

Reluctantly Angel released his new and improved toy with a grin and leant back against the wall, making to raise his right leg.

"Other way," Spike circled one finger in the air instructing his Sire to turn around and face the wall once more.

Catching the small, almost imperceptible look of hurt that flashed across his Sire's face as he turned, Spike explained, "It'll feel better this way."

He squeezed some lube onto his own fingers. "You're gonna feel it right…" he slowly and carefully slid two fingers inside Angel, "… here," he pressed forward eliciting a "Fuck," from Angel, making him buck and tremble, weak at the knees.

"Ready?" The blonde removed his fingers, leaning heavily against Angel's back.

"More than," The older vamp breathed, raising one leg as high as he could, resting his knee against the wall to give his boy maximum access.

"Fuck me," Spike groaned as he slowly pushed his hips forward and sank deep inside his Sire.

"No, fuck me," Angel moaned, his voice tight as he pushed back against the intrusion.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," Angel chanted, low as if reciting a prayer when Spike's piercings brushed him *there*.

"Slow, do it slow," Angel ordered as Spike, seated deep within him, made to draw back again.

"Oh God, Spike, Will," Angel began his prayer again as his boy withdrew.

"Slow, slow," he begged, "real slow," as the blonde began to slide in once more.

"Oh fuck, fuck, William," Angel whimpered and sobbed, his hands scrabbling wildly, trying to find something to hold on to but finding no purchase on the smooth wall, as his boy's piercings caressed that magic place again as he slid inside.

"It's alright," Spike who'd been silent until now, enchanted listening to his usually near stoic Sire begging and pleading, soothed him. He held still inside him as he nuzzled against the side of his face, surprised to have seen real tears making tracks down the older vampire's face.

"William?"

"Right here," Spike shushed him. "Right here," as he took Angel's hands in his own, entwining their fingers together and bringing them to rest against the wall on each side of Angel's head.

"Slow, slow, slow, oh fucking hell, fuck, fuck," Angel begged and whimpered as Spike withdrew again.

"You wanna kneel on the floor?" Spike whispered, noting the way Angel trembled and shook violently as his piercings did their work on every pass.

"Don't stop," Angel panted. Spike took that to mean no.

"Yes, oh God, Spike, yes," Angel mewled as Spike pushed his hips forward again.

Angel chanted similar words over and over again with each incredibly slow push forward, each amazingly slow withdrawal until nothing made sense anymore, until he babbled nothing more than incoherent nonsense, lost to his Childe's spell.

Spike too fell quiet, ceasing to murmur soothing words. He'd lost the ability long ago, concentrating on keeping his movements slow, wanting this to last for Angel, making him feel so good, making himself feel good. With each thrust, each retreat, Angel's muscles had fluttered, contracted and gripped him so hard, so fucking hard as if he were coming with every stroke his boy delivered.

"Wmmm," Angel mumbled something unintelligible, though Spike thought it was possibly supposed to be his name given the way Angel's fingers suddenly tightened, gripping his hands harder than they'd done so far.

"Still here," he hushed, voice tight, gritting his teeth against the intense pleasure as Angel's body squeezed him impossibly tight again, only this time it didn't let up.

"You coming?" Spike panted. "Yeah you are. I can feel you. Christ Angel I can feel you, coming so fucking hard. Feel so fucking good," he chanted, knew that Angel loved to hear him. Whether or not he understood this time didn't matter.

"Fuck Angel," Spike gasped, "Can you feel me? Oh fuck Sire, fucking hell," Spike spoke brokenly as he joined his Sire in orgasmic bliss, still keeping the same slow pace, drawing out both of their climaxes, keeping them right *there* coasting along the peak long after their bodies had given up all the spunk they had to offer.

Angel surprised Spike with his first understandable words, a delirious and semi-panicked, "I can't stop," his body still tensed rigid, his arse muscles locked and clenched, rippling madly, "Can't stop coming."

Spike gave in, pumped his hips a few times fast and succeeded in brining them both over the peak and crashing down to completion at last; sated.

"Whoa easy," Spike caught Angel under his arms as he threatened to slide down the wall, a boneless heap.

"William?" Angel asked sounding bewildered.

"Yeah," Spike whispered his confirmation as he lowered the blissed out vamp to the floor.

"So good," Angel closed his eyes tiredly.

"So, I take it you approve of the piercings then?"

YOU WHAT? (03)

"Socks?" Spike asked.

"3, 6, 9, 10," Kelan counted out the bundled pairs on his bed.

"Right so we need 2 more and 2 spare," Spike muttered, reminding himself of what still needed packing for Kelan's school trip, "4 socks, 2 jeans, 3 shirts."

"I'll um…the drying, I'll go see if it's finished," Angel stumbled over his words as he abandoned the folding of T-shirts into his son's bag and swiftly left Kelan's room, well aware of his Childe's curious eyes watching his departure.

"Hair gel, toothbrush, toothpaste…" Kelan touched each of his toiletries as he read the names from his list checking that he'd got everything; all of the items new and wrapped so that he wouldn't have any last minute packing to do in the morning.

"Back in a minute," Spike stated distractedly, receiving a barely acknowledged "uh-huh" from his son as he too left Kelan's suite.

Spike got to the top of the stairs in time to see Angel disappearing across the lobby in the direction of the main kitchen and jogged to catch him up.

"Angel?" Spike called as he pushed open the heavy kitchen doors. "Are you alr…aaw c'mere," Spike shushed Angel, pulling the crying vampire into his hold, stroking softly down the nape of his neck and toying with the soft hairs there.

"What is it?" Spike asked and felt Angel shrug against him.

"Kelly going away?" Spike guessed and this time felt his Sire briefly tense and hesitate before nodding `yes' into his neck.

"He's been away before," Spike stated softly, calmingly. It was true, this wasn't the first time that Kelan had stayed away from home. He'd been on holidays before and slept over at Ced's house plenty of times.

"I know," Angel sniffed feeling silly and embarrassed as he raised his face to look at Spike. "I don't even know why I'm crying," he laughed a little at himself, wiping his hand ineffectually at the tears slowly running down his face. "I can't help it. I was fine with him going, then, just now folding up his shirts, I…I dunno," he looked lost, puzzled.

"Yeah well, sometimes kids just get you like that," Spike shrugged matter of factly, gently brushing his thumbs across Angel's cheeks and chasing his wayward tears before moving in to kiss him softly, Angel's salty tears finding their way into his mouth. The same thing had happened to him plenty of times, most recently when he'd been watching his boy reading aloud in an assembly they'd been invited to. He was fine one minute then out of nowhere was overcome with a choked feeling that he couldn't describe any clearer than a proud `that's *my* son' feeling.

"Alright?" Spike breathed, resting his forehead against his Sire's, soft caring hands cupping his lover's face.

"Yeah," the older vamp sighed and smiled, tears vanishing as if they'd never been there. Spike planted a quick chaste kiss on his lips and gave him a reassuring squeeze before allowing him to escape, giving him a playful pat on the butt as Angel headed towards the tumble dryer.

"You do realise that we've got the hotel to ourselves for two whole weeks right?" Spike said suggestively as he pushed himself up to sit on the counter, watching Angel as he opened the dryer door and checked that the clothes were dry before pulling out articles and folding them into the basket.

"Hmm whatever will we do?" Angel quirked an eyebrow at his boy as he paired up some socks and dropped them in the basket.

"Oh I'm sure we'll think of something," Spike purred.

"We should have a meal," Angel stated suddenly, pausing in the folding of a pair of shorts as if he couldn't talk and work at the same time.

"Um alright. If you want," Spike said slowly, a little confused. Not that he minded if Angel wanted to take him out to dinner, not really anyway. Sure he enjoyed eating out and loved Angel's romantic attentions, feeding him, flirting with him (though he wouldn't readily admit that to anyone) but it frustrated him a little, seemed too one sided when he couldn't do the same back. He much preferred to stay home and share blood or sweets with his Sire; now those Angel would eat.

"I mean with Kelly," Angel flicked him with the shorts guessing what was going through his head then became animated in folding again. "We should all have a meal together tonight before Kelly has to leave. The whole family. We haven't done that in ages," Angel said wistfully.

"The whole family?" Spike repeated doubtfully. "We can ask but it's a bit short notice for a Saturday. They might have plans already," Spike suggested, letting Angel down gently in advance, preparing him in case anyone couldn't make it.

"We could get Chinese," Angel continued ignoring Spike's gentle warning. "I like Chinese."

Spike smirked at him and shook his head disbelievingly.

"Well I like the smell of it," Angel conceded. It wasn't about the food anyway. It was about being together.

xxXxx

As it turned out everyone was more than happy to cancel any plans that they might have had in order to share a meal together. No one had really noticed that they'd stopped meeting up until tonight's meal had been suggested but now that it had been mentioned they found that they had indeed missed being like this together.

With everyone having found partners now, and more often than not doing their own things outside of work, it was pretty much only special occasions that led to them sitting around the table as a family anymore; Gunn and his wife Annie from the East Hills Teen Centre, Wesley and his husband Daniel, a bartender from Caritas, and Cordelia and her fiancé Matthew, a one time client of Angel Investigations and now a stay at home dad to their almost 4 year old daughter Abbie.

xxXxx

It made more sense to eat in the main dining room where the tables catered for larger groups now that the family had grown, so when the food was delivered that's where it was taken.

Angel was happy as usual to sit back and watch the others in their commotion as they generally caused havoc passing various trays of food back and forth across the table.

"Whose got the beef szechuan?" Cordelia asked.

"Me. Hang on," Daniel put a couple of spoonfuls on his plate. "Swap you for the egg fired rice," he handed one tray to her, taking the other in return.

"Water chestnuts?" Annie asked.

"Here Hon," Gunn had already nabbed them for her. "You want some bamboo shoots too?"

"Uh-huh."

"Crispy duck anyone?" Kelan offered the tray he'd been serving himself from to the rest of the table.

"Over here please," Matthew answered taking the tray from him.

"Pork chop suey?" Spike asked.

"Here," Wesley handed it to him.

"Cheers."

"Pwan Cwackers quease," Abbie, who still hadn't mastered her r's or l's, instructed her cousin Kelan.

"Here you go," Kelan put some on her plate. "Enough?" he asked and she nodded yes.

"Chicken chow mein?" Spike offered the tray he was now holding to any takers. "No?" He was just about to put the unwanted tray on the table when he felt Angel's hand on his arm.

"Can I try some," Angel hushed, sounding embarrassed even though he had no reason to be.

Spike looked stunned for a second, then his face bled into a warm smile, "'course you can. Hey Dan pass us a plate over will you?" he leant across the table and took the plate from Daniel with a "thanks" then gave it to Angel along with the tray of food.

Angel slowly spooned a small amount of food onto his plate, suddenly feeling very self conscious, sure that everyone was starring at him even though they weren't. Strangely he felt more awkward now that he was going to eat than when he was truly out of place observing.

In response, as if reading his mind, Angel felt Spike's hand, heavy and reassuring, coming to rest on his thigh, unnoticed by the rest of the diners.

Angel tensed at Gunn's call of "chicken chow mein?" and knew that Spike had felt it too when he began to rub his leg comfortingly.

"Here," the older vamp offered hesitantly, holding out the tray for Gunn, waiting for the questions or comments to begin, not expecting the tray to just be taken with a smile as if his eating wasn't anything unusual.

He smiled bashfully at Spike when he felt his Childe pat his leg, a definite "good boy" receiving the most beautiful soft smile in return followed up rapidly with a lascivious naughty wink and a wicked flash of tongue that spoke straight to his cock.

"Wice Unca Angel?" Abbie offered from beside him, snapping his attention away from Spike, and without waiting for a response pushed her hand into the depths of rice and dumped a handful onto his plate, including him without a second thought.

"Wice Auntie Annie?" she held out the tray across the table with her sticky hands, not waiting for the "uh thanks?" from stunned Uncle Angel.

"Here," Spike hushed calling Angel's attention back to him, his voice soft and at odds with the restless anticipation reflected in his eyes as he speared a piece of chicken on his Sire's plate with his fork, leaning in to create their own private space and carefully sliding it past soft lips as Angel obediently opened his mouth.

Angel held his Childe's gaze as he cleaned the fork, closing his lips around it to trap the food in his mouth as Spike slowly withdrew the cutlery.

Angel let the morsel rest on his tongue a moment, savouring the taste before chewing. Christ it tasted good. He didn't realise he'd closed his eyes until he opened them to find his boy starring at him, eyes dilated with lust, breathing a little. His boy was getting turned on watching him eat? Strange Childe.

Raising his eyebrows seductively Angel plucked the fork out of his Childe's hand, loaded it again, raised it to his mouth and then faltered as Wes called his name, suddenly realising where he was having been lost in his own little world with Spike, oblivious to everyone else around them.

"Hmm?" he questioned silently with his eyebrows, not trusting himself to speak, trying to look as innocent as he could.

"Wine?" Wes waved a bottle of red at him. Angel shook his head `no thanks' and so Wes moved on to Spike who accepted the bottle gratefully in absence of a glass of blood like the one his Sire had.

"Annie?" Gunn offered his wife some wine too and at her nod, filled up her glass. Anyone else?" he held the bottle of white aloft.

"I'm waiting for the red," Cordelia told Daniel, pointing at Spike when he looked at her `ladies first' before putting his hand out to take the white wine from Gunn.

And so the meal progressed; food, drink and stories being shared.

Wesley was currently recounting a tale about some particularly comedic cases that A.I had dealt with recently, Daniel watching him adoringly hanging on his every word, Gunn jumping in and adding to the story, spicing it up when needed, entertaining the others and holding their attention.

"Where you going?" Spike caught hold of Angel's wrist, leaning back in his chair and causing it to balance precariously on the two back legs.

"Thought I'd put the tea and coffee on."

"I'll help," Spike offered giving Angel a meaningful look, rocking his chair down on to all four legs and casually standing up to follow his Sire.

"Oh Spike," the blonde paused as Cordelia caught his attention. "Watch him with the coffee," she sighed sounding like an indulgent parent. Spike threw her a "will do" nod and headed towards the back of the dining room and through the kitchen's other doors, the main ones for a change rather that the ones they usually used that backed onto the lobby.

"Soo," Angel purred seductively turning away from having set the water boiling, then "Oof," as he was caught off guard, unprepared for just how raw Spike's need was for him as his Childe practically barreled into him.

"Want you so bad," Spike breathed in a rush, bodily forcing Angel backwards until he had nowhere to go, pushing him to sit on the counter, standing between his open legs, grasping the back of his neck in a vice grip and pulling him into a brutally passionate, greedy kiss, smashing their mouths together, trying to devour him whole.

"Ow," Angel complained as Spike's mouth was suddenly gone and his head came crashing down into contact with the counter when his boy grasped the back of his pants and gave a good hard yank, successfully skinning both trousers and shorts from around Angel's arse and causing him to fall flat on his back, legs automatically hitching up on either side of Spike's waist as far as the material trapping his thighs would allow.

"Will," Angel warned worriedly, struggling to sit and trying to pull his pants back up to cover himself, very aware of their family not that far away on the other side of the door, even though it was unlikely that they'd be interrupted. He'd anticipated kissing, a bit of groping maybe, wanted it, but the fire in Spike's eyes, the determination in his actions told him that he was in for so much more.

"Shut up," Spike panted. "Want you Angel. Going to have you," as he hindered his Sire's attempts to pull his pants back up.

"No," Angel pleaded, holding firmly to the waistband of his shorts, fighting against Spike.

"No?" Spike whispered softly despite his heavy excited breathing, halting his actions. Never mind all of his talk, there was no way that he'd ever take his lover by force or if he wasn't comfortable with the situation.

"Um," Angel glanced at the kitchen doors, looked at Spike, flicked his eyes to the doors again, starred at Spike, both fear and desire evident on his features; indecision.

Spike saw his chance and jumped on it. "Come on Babe, you know you want to," he growled huskily. "I need this. Please Sire," he begged knowing now that it was only the worry of being discovered that was holding the older vamp back. Angelus had never been one to mind exhibitionism but Angel was a different story. His body definitely wanted whatever Spike had to offer. "I need you," Spike hushed, bending forward and nuzzling hungry kisses into Angel's neck, sliding one hand downwards to massage his Sire's hard dick.

"Alright," Angel caved with a pleasured moan, "but be quick."

"Not gonna be a problem," Spike groaned in anticipation making to pull Angel's trousers off completely.

"Not like that," the older vampire gasped, rolling onto his front and sliding backwards towards Spike so that his feet touched the floor. "At least I stand a chance of pulling my pants back up like this," he reasoned.

Spike popped the buttons on his jeans with one hand, caressing the barely exposed pale flesh of his Sire's buttocks with the other.

"Hurry up," Angel hissed, wriggling his arse to show his impatience and growing concern at being caught.

"Alright, alright," Spike griped. "I haven't got anything," he warned Angel as his cock head nuzzled against the indent that it wanted to penetrate.

"Never mind," Angel growled readying himself then, "wait! Cream," he suggested, pointing down the counter at the pot of coffee creamer he'd put there before Spike turned up.

"Suits me," Spike shrugged, leaning across to reach it, pushing his thumb through the foil lid to open it then pouring a generous amount of the white liquid to run down between Angel's buttocks, inducing a shiver at its coldness, using sticky fingers to guide it to where it was needed.

"Come on," Angel urged his Childe to quit fiddling about preparing him and just get on with it.

"Sure?"

"Yeah…ooohhhhh," Angel moaned as Spike sank forwards and imbedded himself deep inside his body with very little effort, sliding in on the chilled cream.

"Want it quick?" Spike checked, his voice as tight as Angel's channel surrounding him. He didn't care if this was over in seconds. He just wanted to get off, but Angel had taken to begging for long slow fucks since the piercing and Spike was never one to disappoint.

"Hard and fast."

"That's just what I wanted to hear Babe," Spike hissed, wasting no time in delivering what had been requested of him, rearing back then thrusting home relentlessly.

"Yeah, just there, right there, oh God," Angel moaned, no longer ashamed to beg for what he wanted, not relying solely on Spike's encouragement to speak anymore.

"Right there Babe? That what you want? Tell me Angel, tell me," Spike kept his voice low, pumping his hips jerkily knowing he was giving his lover just what he needed.

"Yeah just…ahh yeah there, right fucking there, there, thheeerrrre," Angel fell into a chant, then, "slow, do it slow." `Here we go,' thought Spike as his Sire abandoned his rush to get this over with.

Angel suddenly found himself pulled upright, his back against Spike's chest, a strong arm wrapped around him holding him safe, pulling him impossibly close, one hand in a possessive hold on his hip as Spike thrust up into him, sharp and shallow, rubbing him right there.

"Oooooh."

"Yeah?" Spike half agreed, half questioned.

"Yeah," Angel panted, feeling a little light headed as he slouched back against his boy, head on his shoulder lolling in a blissful daze, making him take his weight.

"Alright?" Spike checked, releasing Angel's hip, sliding his hand up under his shirt and ever so gently clawing at his chest, teasing hard nipples, muscled abs.

"Feel…dizzy…bit," Angel gasped brokenly. "Don't stop," he added as he felt Spike falter a little in concern.

"Won't stop," Spike promised him softly, picking up the pace again, kissing into his neck, sliding his hand lower to wrap his fist around his Sire's dick, working him with long slow strokes.

"God you smell so good," Spike buried his face deeper into his Sire's neck, inhaling his scent, mouthing at the soft skin, trailing his tongue over the smooth flesh trying to lap up his essence, wanting to drown in it. Angel's scent always smelt wonderful to Spike, but just recently he'd smelt different somehow, more...vulnerable; pure ambrosia to a predatory hunter. If he was honest Spike would say that Angel smelt a little like prey, not that he'd tell him of course.

"Wonder what you taste like right now," Spike teased, scraping blunt human teeth down the column of his Sire's neck causing him to tremble.

"Shall I find out?" Spike let his fangs drop, scraping harder, panting raggedly as he imagined tearing into Angel's throat with reckless abandon. He worked Angel's cock harder faster even as he kept up his strong yet slow thrusting. "Blood and cream Angel?" he moaned. "You going to cream for me Babe?"

"Uh-huhhhhhhhh," and that was all it took to bring him over the edge. "Will, Will, fuck, so fucking good," muttered and mumbled, whimpered and cried repeatedly as he spilled himself over the counter, over his boy's hand.

"Oh yeah that's it Babe, let me hear you," Spike gave up on the slow thrusting, couldn't help himself as he pumped his hips harder and faster chasing his own goal. "You feel so good Sire, squeezing me tight, so fucking tight and ah fuck," Spike gasped, "I just wanna pound into you, fuck you through the counter, ride your arse so fucking hard, I, need, I, I wanna…" Spike thoughts slipped out of his brain and straight onto his tongue, escaping into the air before he knew it.

"Will," Angel panted breathlessly with the softest yet huskiest voice in existence, donning his own vampiric visage. "Use me. Get yourself off. I wanna feel you explode. Do me. Take what you want."

"Sire?"

"Fuck me Will. Make me your whore."

"Oh God," Spike whimpered forcing Angel back down onto the counter, his hand on the back of Angel's neck, arm locked, pinning him in place like a victim, making him take it.

Angel's cheek was pressed against the cold steel counter, his head tilted to the right where he could almost envision a distorted reflection of his Childe in the frosted mirrored tiles, fucking him with an unrestrained power, stretching him wide open, forcing himself deeper and deeper.

All at once the hand suddenly released Angel's neck from its captive grasp, but he got no respite as instead his hips were seized in a punishing grip and pulled violently backwards. His Childe, crushing him to his own body, holding him immobile as his cock pulsed and released its essence deep inside him, spurting over and over. His lover's back arched in a bow, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent roar, fangs bared as a wild animal. His boy frozen in time, immortal, seemingly made of stone, solid, rigid, unbreakable, then crumbling, shuddering, collapsing into a puddle against his back, panting, breathing, made of flesh once more though still not human, never mortal, as deadly sharp fangs penetrated his neck, pulled the blood forcefully from his veins. Slowly the tremors subsided until they were no more, vicious fangs replaced with a soft sweeping tongue, lovingly healing his wounds, then contented silence, near stillness.

"Good?" Angel whispered and wriggled back against him.

"The best," Spike planted a soft kiss behind Angel's ear, then with a sigh slid backwards allowing Angel to escape, watching as he slowly, dreamily pulled up his pants and stretched to loosen his muscles, rolling his neck and shoulders to ease them.

"Supposed we'd better make the coffee and stuff," Spike sighed, absently licking at his fingers, chasing the taste of Angel, the evidence of his pleasure, "Hmmm."

"Yeah," Angel agreed with a sigh of his own, watching as Spike buttoned his jeans back up, as he set to work filling the jug with coffee and pouring on the just boiled water. "Hey wash your hands first," he lightly scolded Spike as he went to grab the sugar bowl. Spike rolled his eyes but obeyed.

"Oi," Spike turned from one sink just in time to catch Angel before he poured the coffee down the drain of another.

"It smells off?" Angel explained with a question, looking at him sheepishly like a little boy caught doing something he knew was wrong.

"Let me see," Spike said doubtfully, leaning over to sniff at the coffee. He looked at Angel giving him the same flat "uh, no I don't think so," look that Kelan was often on the receiving end of, and took the coffee pot from him.

"I tell you it's your bloody nose," Spike enlightened his Sire, picking up the half empty pot of creamer and looking at it doubtfully before sniffing at it, he went to hold it out seeking Angel's approval but the look he received told him that he was expected to throw it away. Shrugging Spike poured the creamer down the sink, got out a new one instead and finished sorting out the tea and coffee essentials; sugar, cups, spoons and milk.

For the last couple of weeks Angel had taken to drinking tea, continually complaining that their coffee was off and smelt disgusting. He wouldn't be told otherwise. They'd checked expiry dates and even changed brands to appease him but still he persisted and, given the chance, would dispose of perfectly good coffee meaning that they had to keep restocking.

"Get the door Luv," Spike kissed Angel, picked up the tray and headed towards the dining room, his Sire preceding him.

"Hot stuff," Angel warned as they approached the table, causing a scrabble of hands to clear a space.

"Tea and coffee too," Spike added with a wink and a wicked grin, putting the tray on the table.

Angel closed his eyes for a second and sighed, as he sat down, he'd walked right into that one.

Spike retook his own seat as everyone dived in on the hot drinks, everyone except for his son who was looking at him suspiciously.

Spike eyebrows knitted in question then it hit him as Kelan answered him by flaring his nostrils a little, scenting the air. Blood, Angel's blood. Kelan's sense of smell was as keen as theirs.

Spike surreptitiously gnashed his teeth at his boy to intone unashamedly and dismissively, "I bit him. Vamp stuff," but smiled reassuringly. There was no point in being coy pretending that they didn't do things like that when their son knew full well they did and was obviously worried about his Mum. Kel nodded pleased and accepting of the silent explanation and fell back into listening to the conversation going on around him.

"C'mere," Spike held his arm out in invitation to his lover. Angel sighed happily and leant into the welcoming embrace, lounging against him, laying his head on Spike's shoulder as his boy tightened a protective arm around him.

"Hmmm tired," Angel breathed and closed his eyes nuzzling into the younger vamp's neck.

"You're not the only one," Spike said and Angel briefly opened his eyes to follow his boy's head tilt to look at little Abbie laid out across two dining chairs, fast asleep.

"Probably all of that…eating," Spike snuffed a laugh, providing Angel with a reason for his tiredness.

"I felt you watching me all night you know," Angel snuggled even further into Spike's hold, picking up on the subject of eating.

"Not a crime is it?" Spike titled his head a little to plant a quick kiss on his Sire's cheek. "It was nice to see you enjoying yourself. Got me all…"

"I know what it got you," Angel's seductive tone implied that he knew very well.

"Yeah," Spike sighed and fell silent once more, toying with Angel's fingers where his arm had crept around lower to hold his hand.

"Spike what was it that clown said to you again?" Gunn asked, brining the younger vamp into the current conversation.

xxXxx

"Hhhwa!" Angel suddenly shouted as he jerked awake violently, his whole body flinching as if he'd been shocked, making everyone sitting around the table jump, including Spike whose shoulder he'd fallen asleep on.

For his actions he was treated to various surprised yelps, a "Jesus Angel" a "Bloody hell" and a groggy "Huh?" from Annie as she too woke up, all accompanied by a symphony of startled pounding hearts before nervous relieved laughter set in.

"What?" Angel looked blankly, sleepily at his family, not really with it.

"What time is it anyway?" Cordeila asked herself aloud ignoring his question and looking at her watch, "it's almost 4," she said incredulously. "We'd better go home and put Abbie to bed," she told Matthew with a sigh pushing her chair back so that she could stand. Her actions set the tone for everyone else as they all started preparing to call it a night.

"Oh I'm sorry, I must have fallen asleep," Annie yawed, leaning against her husband as Gunn put his arm around her.

"We'd better be making a move too," Daniel stood up and stretched, smacking Wes playfully on the butt as he too stood up, causing him to blush. "Want any help with tidying up?"

"Nah we'll do it later," Spike waved dismissively at the table they'd vacated.

"Kel gone to bed?" Angel asked Spike, looking around for their son, worried that he'd be too tired to go on his trip in the morning.

"Yeah," Spike slipped an arm around Angel as they slowly made their way out into the lobby, following the others to say goodnight. "He went a while ago. You woke up briefly, said goodnight to him," Spike smiled knowing that Angel would start worrying about that next.

"I did?" Angel didn't remember but believed Spike when he nodded and hummed an "Umm-hmm," at him.

It took a few minutes longer for everyone to say goodbye to each other and be ready to leave.

"Thanks for the meal," Wes threw back, he and his husband being the last couple out of the door, following Matthew who was carrying little Abbie in his arms, curled up against his chest.

"Goodnight," Angel yawned as he locked up the door behind them.

"Come on, let's get you to bed," Spike hugged him from behind.

"We should tidy up first," Angel allowed himself to melt back against his Childe, wanting to do anything but cleaning.

"Nah sod it. It can wait until morning," Spike easily dismissed the mess waiting for them a second time, kissing the back of his Sire's neck softly, "bed?"

"Umm-hmm," Angel nodded his agreement and with a contented sigh pushed out of Spike's hold, taking his hand instead as they made their way up the stairs.

xxXxx

"Will, oh God Will," Angel accidentally kicked Spike in his panicked state as he scrabbled out of bed and made a run for the bathroom, causing his lover to jolt awake much like he'd done himself at the dining table earlier.

"Angel?" Spike was after him in an instant, finding his Sire already on his knees in front of the toilet, gripping the sides with white knuckles.

"You not feeling well?" Spike hushed as he knelt down bedside him.

"Oh God, Oh God," Angel started to chant, panicking, hyperventilating, rocking from side to side on his knees, extremely agitated. "I'm going to," he knelt up higher and heaved.

"Shh it's alright," Spike knelt up with him, rubbing his back soothingly as Angel emptied his stomach, suddenly very aware that Angel was actually scared of being sick, much like their son when he was little.

If he thought about it he couldn't remember Angel or Angelus either for that matter ever being ill.

"Alright, alright," Spike soothed, rubbing Angel's neck with one hand, flushing the toilet with the other, when the older vamp finally sunk back down, his arms crossed on the rim of the toilet seat, his cheek resting against his forearms, sobbing quietly and shaking madly.

"Cold," Angel shivered, his teeth chattering.

"It's alright," Spike assured him once more then went back into the bedroom and collected Angel's robe, wrapping him up in it as he came back into the bathroom, plating a kiss on top of his head before moving over to the sink to fill up a glass of water. "Still feel sick?"

"I don't know," Angel groaned looking up at him, his face a mask of misery as he took the offered water, taking a sip and swilling it around his mouth before spitting it down into the toilet bowl.

"OK," Spike hushed, crouching down beside him, taking the glass off of him, reaching behind himself to put it on the edge of the bath before recapturing one clammy hand in his own. "Wanna go back to bed? Try and sleep it off?"

"I, I don't know."

"It's alright we'll just sit here a bit yeah?" Spike murmured softly and sat properly, leaning back against the side of the bath, holding his arms open encouraging Angel to rest his head in his lap and stroking the dark hair soothingly as his Sire did just that and curled up on the floor against him.

"I'm never eating again," Angel mumbled then fell silent, staring to doze off as his Childe massaged his scalp calmingly. It didn't take long for Spike to join him, falling into a peaceful snooze with his Sire resting safe in his lap.

xxXxx

"Will, no, no," Angel was suddenly on the move again, panicking once more, gasping and fidgeting agitatedly as he tried to fight the inevitable.

"It's alright. I'm here Babe," Spike babied him, following his moves, rubbing his back, biting back the "Daddy's here," that he almost offered out of habit given that Angel was behaving much like their son used to right now.

"I don't want…" was all Angel managed before he was heaving once more, trembling violently, before collapsing exhaustedly again, his arms across the toilet seat, eyes closed but with his face looking down into the water.

"Angel take your face out of the bowl," Spike scolded him softly, lifting his head gently a little so that he could flush again without spraying his Sire.

"Don't want to move," Angel sulked, and slumped back down, hugging the toilet.

"Drink?" Spike offered.

"Don't want to move," Angel repeated. "Don't want to talk."

"Alright," Spike indulged him for a while, cuddling up against his back, just letting him know that he was there for him.

"Wanna go back to bed?"

"No."

"Still feel sick?"

"Don't know."

"Why don't we go back to bed? Get you nice and warm?"

"No."

"I'll get the bucket," Spike tried to persuade him.

"No."

"Tired?"

"Uh-huh."

"Angel you can't sit out here all night," Spike reasoned with him. "Come on, come back to bed it'll be alright."

"Promise?"

"It'll be alright," Spike repeated.

"That's not a promise."

"I can't promise can I? I'll look after you though Babe, you know I will."

"OK," Angel finally agreed in a small voice.

"Come on then," Spike hushed coddling him, helping his Sire to stand and leading him back to bed after making him swill his mouth out to feel better, cleaner.

"There you go," the blonde soothed, tucking his Sire into bed then climbing over him to spoon up against his back, snuggling up against him.

Angel fidgeted about, squashed back against his boy, squirmed about some more then finally rolled over to face his Childe, wriggling about until he was resting on Spike's chest, head tucked tightly under his boy's chin, strong arms holding him protectively, keeping him safe.

"Better?" Spike asked when Angel ceased moving, and felt the older vamp nod against his chest.

"Love you," Spike kissed his hair and felt Angel snuggle deeper against him, rubbing his head against him in a sleepy show of affection, an "I love you too," before allowing sleep to take him.

xxXxx

"Donuts Angel? You sure you want Donuts?" Spike asked surprised. They'd just dropped their son off at school, waved him off from the shadows as the coach departed taking him on his trip and now, driving home, Angel had asked for donuts.

"Uh-huh."

"OK, donuts it is," Spike looked both ways before signaling right, turning in the direction of the mall and consequentially the donut bar.

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