Angel slammed Spike against the wall. Spike closed yellow eyes in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He growled and clawed at his Sire, who dodged the younger man's nails. "I'll get you," he hissed with a mischievous smile.

Angel's smile matched his childe's. "No, my boy, I will get you. That's the way it always will be. I'll always be in control."

Spike leaned up, nipping at his sire's skin. "No, you won't, Peaches. I'm much stronger than I was when you left me years ago. I was merely a childe of Angelus. . ."

"Favorite childe," Angel purred.

A slight smile surrounded fangs. "I was merely favorite childe of Angelus. Now I am Spike! The Big Bad! Master Vampire! Favorite Childe of Angelus!"

"And I'm still Angelus," Angel purred, leaning down to sink his fangs in his childe's neck.

Spike groaned, running his fingers through his sire's hair. It had been so long since the older man had drunk from him. Spike clutched brown hair tightly and pulled his head closer to him. Angel drank eagerly, enjoying the taste of his childe's blood. He pressed his body against the smaller body of Spike, wanting to feel skin against skin.

Spike blinked, jolting out of a lust induced haze. "Wait. . .wait, this isn 't. . .this isn't right." He pulled Angel's head away from his neck. "Stop."

Angel growled. "What is it, boy? What's not right?"

"Willow. We need her, we need to be with her."

Angel blinked, his human mask smoothing out his features. "You're right. This wouldn't be complete without her."

Spike leaned up and licked the remaining blood off Angel's chin and lips. "Come on, Pops, let's go get our girl."

Angel grinned. "I like the way you think, Master Vampire."

Spike shivered at Angel's acknowledgment. He couldn't remember the last time the older man had acknowledged that he was more than just his childe. "Yea, yea, come on," he grumbled, not wanting Angel to know how much that recognition affected him. "Let's go make it up to our woman."

Angel shook his head, chuckling. "Our woman."

Spike flashed Angel a grin. "She's the mum of our child, pops."

Angel laughed out loud at that thought. "Never thought we'd have a kid."

"You know what the worst part is?" Spike grinned as they stepped into the elevator to go upstairs to Willow's apartment.

"What's that, William?" Angel asked.

"We are probably gonna be soddin' poofs around the kid. Cuddling it and loving it and changing diapers. . .baby talk. . ." He made a face.

Angel coughed to hide his chuckle. "Yea, how horrible," he said in a monotone voice.

"You are going to bloody love it, Poof."

*-*-*-*

"Willow. . ."

"Red. . ."

Willow moaned, her mind swimming. She was trying to pull herself out of a crying and sleep-induced haze, but she just wanted to remain in the dark where she knew nothing could bother her.

She gasped slightly, feeling fingers caress her nipples. "Oh goddess," she moaned. There were hands all over her body. Caressing her skin, teasing her nipples, stroking her thighs, her feet, and her arms, even dipping into her sex. . .She forced open her eyes to find Angel and Spike were leaning over her, smiling.

"Wake up, luv," Spike said.

"Little One," Angel grinned.

She looked from Spike to Angel, back to Spike. "What's wrong? What are you doing here? Why are you two getting along?" She said sitting up quickly, covering her now naked body with the covers. She wasn't scared, or even mad, just surprised by the way the two of them seemed to be suddenly getting along so well. "How did I get naked?" she asked, narrowing her eyes and looking at Spike.

Spike laughed, sitting back on his heels. "Not me, pet. Poof did that."

Angel grinned, failing an attempt to look innocent. "Sorry sweets, couldn't restrain myself."

"Oh, god, you two are possessed," Willow whispered.

They both laughed. "No, pet, not possessed," Spike said, leaning forward. He stole a kiss from the startled redhead. "I just think the bond finally taken effect."

"You mean. . ." Willow said, realization washing over her face.

"Undoubtedly we will still fight," Angel said, "but not like before."

She frowned. "Why are you still going to fight?" the witch asked softly.

Angel stole a glance at his childe. "Because Spike, being my equal, will try to best me. It's our way."

Spike turned to Angel, his mouth gaping open. Angel reached over grabbed Spike's chin, and snapped his mouth shut. "That's not an attractive look on you, William."

"Equal?" Spike whispered. "That's better than you calling me Master Vampire."

"That's not saying much," Angel smirked. "Remember, I have a soul."

Spike frowned, mulling over that thought. "Why you. . .bloody poof!" He launched at Angel, knocking the older vampire off the bed. The two started to wrestle.

Willow yelped, fearing the worst. She leaned over the edge of the bed so concerned about them, she forgot about her very obvious nakedness. It took her a moment to realize that they weren't really fighting, only pouncing on each other and growling for effect. Willow sat back. "They are like. . .big playful tigers." She smiled, watching them. They were both shirtless, wearing nothing but jeans. They weren't in game face, and actually appeared to be having a good time.

A heat filled Willow's loins watching them as, after slamming Angel to the floor, Spike leaned down and placed a lingering kiss on his lips before the older vampire flipped them. Willow smiled softly. Becoming aware of her nakedness she cleared her throat and dropped the sheet, "Excuse me. . ." she said. "but I believe you came up here for me. . .?"

The vampires stopped, looked up at her. Angel gave Spike a lascivious grin. "I say we get her," the brunette said.

"Most definitely," the blonde said.

Willow's delighted squeals were heard throughout the building when the two vampires leaped into her bed.