"Will."
"Don't call me that," Spike snarled, turning to glare ferociously at his sire. "Will died under your hands a long time ago."
Angel's lips tightened but he withheld comment, his eyes dipping to the nearly empty bottle in Spike's shaking hand. "Don't you think it hurts me, too?" he finally asked, his voice soft and sad.
"You never...you never had what we had," Spike forced out, nearly choking on the words as the pain drove away the momentary anger. He took another swig of tequila. "All you had was something young and sweet and full of kittens."
Taking into account just how drunk the younger vampire was, Angel tamped down the flash of anger at Spike's callous disregard for his feelings. "It doesn't mean it wasn't real," he continued in that soft voice.
"It wasn't! You won't let yourself feel anything real."
Angel grabbed the bottle as Spike wove into the nearest wall, and set it down before it broke all over his very old and expensive Flemish rug. "Sit down before you fall down," he barked.
Spike stuck out his tongue, then collapsed on the leather sofa and buried his face in his hands. Angel watched him for a moment, feeling that rare burst of sympathy again, then carefully sat down next to him.
"Go away."
Hearing the tears in Spike's voice, Angel did something totally out of character and put his arm around his long-time rival. "I loved her, too, Will. I'll miss her, too. I do have a heart."
"...I know." Spike looked up, tears caught on his long lashes, pain on every inch of his expressive face. "I just can't believe..." He choked again and let his head fall onto Angel's shoulder.
The older vampire wrapped his childe in his arms and buried his face in his neck. "I know, me too."
"She's really gone, Angel," Spike finally moaned plaintively.
"It was only a matter of time."
"But Xander? She had to marry Xander?" he yelled, voice rising in pitch as the horror sunk in. "Isn't he queer?"
Angel chuckled and lifted Spike's head to press their lips together. "Aren't we all?"
"But we're vampires," Spike blustered. "And only when I'm really, really drunk."
Cocking an eyebrow, Angel tipped his head to the nearly empty bottle and grinned lasciviously.
"And at Christmastime, she had to ruin Christmas," Spike continued to whine even while tugging his shirt over his head.
"Shut up, Spike."
End
Okay, got a bit funny and weird at the end. *g*