A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long, I’ve been doing a lot on my Teacher/Student fic but I will update this more regularly if school and other such shit allows.

 

Family is History

 

Angel woke up the next morning, his arms wrapped around a cool body. He opened his eyes and saw bleached blonde hair right in front of his face. He panicked for an instant before remembering what had happened that night. His childe had returned to him and he had fed from him. He hadn’t wanted to, fearing that he wouldn’t be able to stop, but Spike had insisted, sticking his open wrist in front of Angel’s mouth where he knew he wouldn’t be able to refuse. He could smell blood, not his or Spike’s; he would recognise those, he could sense that it wasn’t human and gathered that Spike must have brought some blood. But that couldn’t work because Spike had been empty-handed when he had arrived, someone must have delivered some during the night and Spike must of gotten up during the night and put it in the fridge. Angel felt it was strange that he hadn’t even noticed Spike get up, but then he realised that that wasn’t really the point here. He had just woken up with his arms wrapped around Spike. Angel had mixed feelings about this, part of him wanted to get up out of bed before Spike woke up and was disgusted and another part of him really wanted to just lie there… so he did.

 

Spike woke up and sensed Angel moving around behind him. He wondered if Angel was trying to get away from him but he could feel Angel pulling him closer around his waist.

 

“Thanks for helping me,” Angel said, knowing that Spike was awake.

 

“Well you’re not completely out of the woods yet.” Spike replied, still not turning around.

 

Neither of them wanted to say anything about the fact that they were still lying down together in Angel’s bed.

 

“I know, but I’m a lot better than I was,” Angel said and moved his head closer to the back of Spike’s neck. He inhaled, breathing in Spike’s scent. It had been so long since Angel had been able to really smell him and smelling him again made his feel so comfortable and familiar, a feeling that went straight to his groin.

 

Spike heard Angel sniffing him and detected a wave of arousal. This was new, he thought, well not entirely new… he thought remembering his and Angelus’ past relationship, but he and Angel hadn’t been together in over a hundred years… before the soul…

 

“I’m not surprised your better…”Spike said.

 

“I know you fed me Spike,” Angel said, “and I wanted to thank you, I didn’t think you would do that for me.” He finished, trying to think about something else other than that he and Spike were both in his bed and almost attached they were that close.

 

“You’re my sire,” Spike grumbled.

 

Angel closed his eyes. So that’s why Spike had done it, sire childe shit. He sighed and leaned his head into Spike’s hair, smelling him again.

 

Spike could feel Angel being so close to him and he had to admit the feel of the breath Angel let out on his neck when he sighed had caused a shiver to run up his spine. He shouldn’t still be reacting to Angel this way, Angelus perhaps but not Angel.

 

They lay there in silence for a few moments and nearly fell back to sleep before hearing the door burst open.

 

“Hey I’m back,” Buffy called out walking into the bedroom unannounced. “How are- shit, what the fuck is going on?” She said shocked at seeing Spike and Angel in bed together.

 

Spike sat up immediately but Angel made no move to get away, he didn’t care if she saw him and Spike together; he was over her and he wouldn’t deny his childe.

 

“What do you mean?” Angel asked.

 

“This isn’t what it looks like,” Spike said.

 

“It looks like you two were in bed, together, with your arms wrapped around each other.”

 

“Ok then maybe it is.” Spike said, “but don’t be silly, Peaches would never shag a bloke.”

 

“Wouldn’t I?” Angel asked.

 

“Course not,” Spike replied, slightly thrown by Angel challenging his statement.

 

Buffy looked impatient, “So if you two aren’t… Then why are you…” She said pointing at them still sitting on the bed.

 

“Vampire thing luv,” Spike replied.

 

Angel just nodded, if that’s what it was to Spike then what exactly could he do about it.

 

“Uhuh,” Buffy said looking doubtful, “So you two aren’t…?”

 

“No,” Spike said answering for them both, “never have been…”

 

Angel looked at him in shock, “never have been?” he asked somewhat disappointed.

 

“Well if we were then would you have left me?”

 

“If we were I might have if I didn’t think you would accept me with a soul.” Angel replied.

 

“Well hypothetically, if we were and you had thought that then you mustn’t have trusted me wouldn’t you say?”

 

“People make mistakes,” Angel replied.

 

Buffy interrupted reminding them that she was there, “Ok this hypothetical situation is just going crazy, which of you will tell me what the hell is going on?” She asked looking at Angel who was looking at Spike refusing to meet her gaze.

 

They room was silent for a few moments before Spike stood up and raised his hands in the air, “Nothing’s going on slayer, Angel would never do anything with me…” He said as he took the underground route out of the mansion, leaving Angel to deal with Buffy.

 

“Well at least he’s gone,” Buffy said after he left and sat down on the bed, leaning into Angel.

 

Angel moved away slightly, “what do you mean?” He asked.

 

“I meant I’m glad he’s gone, now we can be alone.” Buffy said moving closer to him again.

 

Angel stood up, “Buffy we need to talk.” He said.

 

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