Spike wandered into the kitchen, opening the refridgerator. He grabbed a bag
of blood and plopped it into the microwave. He set it for sixty seconds
wondering if this machine heated fast or slow. He'd found that each machine
he used was different. He found a coffee mug and heard the buzzing signaling
that the blood was heated. He touched it, scowling. It was still cool. Damn
old machine. Trust his fucking sire to have an ancient microwave. He heard a
chuckle behind him and looked at Angel.
 

"Give it at least three minutes" Angel said, smiling at his childe.
 

"This is the fucking millenium you know old man?" he said in disgust.
 

"Still charming in the afternoons I see" Angel remarked dryly, reaching for
his own bag of blood. He got the mug that Cordelia had bought for him the
week before and waited for Spike's blood to get ready.
 

"Always" Spike shot back, smirking. He tried to keep his eyes off of Angel's
chest. Damn poof. Walking around half nude like some Casanova. Well, it
wasn't affecting him. Nope. He was over Angel. HIs sire stirred nothing in
him.
 

"Want me to put a shirt on?" Angel asked, a wicked glint in his eyes. He'd
felt his childe staring at him. His cock had already stirred upon walking in
on his half nude childe in the first place. He had always found Spike
attractive. Hell, the main reason he had turned the annoying bastard in the
first place was his looks. Good looking and cocky...lethal combination.
 

Spike snorted, looking away from him. "I don't give a bloody fuck what you
do."
 

"You use to" Angel purred, smiling in satisfaction as Spike grabbed his mug
and blood and left the kitchen. Seems baby boy was still affected by him.
That could be interesting.
 

"Where the hell is Willow?" Spike demanded.
 

"Shopping with Delia." Angel replied, taking a seat opposite Spike.
 

"Fuck...they'll be gone all damn day" Spike said, making a face.
 

"Why, anyone would think you didn't want to be alone with me, William" Angel
said, his eyes on Spike's face.
 

Spike stilled, hating the rush that went through him as his sire purred his
true name. He knew if Angel asked, he'd be on his knees in seconds. He hated
this dependency he had on Angel. He hated his sire, but at the same time, he
loved him still. "Fuck off Peaches."
 

"So...we have the afternoon to ourselves." Angel said, smiling. "It's been
awhile since we've had a nice heart to heart talk, my boy."
 

"Going to be a bit longer" Spike spat out, glaring at his sire's amused
expression. Damn fucker knew what he did to him. Took pride in the reaction
he caused.
 

Angel laughed, taking a drink from his mug. He looked at Spike, catching the
blue eyes. "Tell me something Spike."
 

"What oh might one?" Spike asked, rolling his eyes.
 

"How long have you been in love with Willow?" Angel asked innocently.
 

Spike spit out the blood that was in his mouth, looking at his sire wide
eyed. He watched as Angel just chuckled, a knowing look in those soulful
brown eyes.

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