Title: The Babysitter

Author: Azure K Mello

Part: 5?

Pairing: Angel/Spike

Rated: R

Type: AU

Summery: Spike and Angel finally get someplace good.

Thank you to Snowpuppies for the plot bunny inspired by the glorious and frightening On the Other Side. I wove her.

Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS.

Stopit. He doesn't want you. Stop it. Stop melting into him like a slut. This is stupid. This is Larry and Cecily all over again. Will tried to convince himself to act like an adult and step away from Angel. Instead he moved into the touch. Angel's hand was warm and comforting.. The night had been long and hard.

Breaking up with Cordy had been rough. He didn't love her but she was his friend. And she had stood by him. She was the flagship for the popular kids and yet Cordelia had dated the school's freak. Had held his hand in the hallways. Had told Harmony where to get off when the blonde had criticized her taste in men. Cordelia had pointed out that the group was the Cordettes not the Harmettes and that, in a moment's notice, she would crush Harmony's social life. She had been good to him.

And then he'd seen Larry. Larry, the first boy he liked, first to shoot him down, first to make him cry. He had some nerve: hitting on Will. After the way he had treated him Larry thought he could make small talk about Will's bangin' band? It was unacceptable. Then Angel had come to his rescue. And he had be. . . angry? Angel had been very angry while dealing with Larry. Why?

"Why were you so pissed at Larry?" He asked as Angel unlocked the apartment door, "I mean you were really angry."

"No one has the right to touch you. I was disgusted that he had the nerve to lay a hand on you."

Will smirked and looked pointedly at the hand on his shoulder, "Like you're touching me?"

"No."

"No? How is this different?"

"Because you aren't looking at me like you wish I were dead. And if looks could kill Larry would have . . . not dropped dead but been on a ventilator. And you, well, if looks could kill and you had a mirror you would have been in the ground and long forgotten. I didn't like that he was making you feel that way."

With a slight smile Will said, "That's the longest thing you've ever said to me -at least- the longest thing that wasn't about my siblings."

Not knowing how to answer Angel said, "Want a drink? Are you drunk?"

"I only had two drinks but I don't want another." Unable to let go of the subject he asked, "Why do you care if I'm upset?"

"I'm not a complete cunt," replied Angel.

"Language!" said Will with a laugh.

Angel rolled his eyes and opened a beer for himself. "Sit down," he nodded towards a couch. "Who the hell was that Larry guy?"

"He was the first friend I made in this country."

"How old were you left England?"

"Fifteen, we came halfway through the school year. Liz and Xander were young; they lost their accents really fast. And it was hard, moving like that. But Larry was really nice. He was a sophomore and already on the football team because he was really good. And he knew everybody. . . but then I fucked it up: I kissed him. Moron."

Raising a hand to interrupt Angel said, "If he's so straight why was he in the bar tonight?"

Will laughed bitterly, "He's as queer as a three bob note. I just. . . what were his words? Oh that's right: I wasn't the right ilk and I should have aimed quite a bit lower."

"But then you went out with Cordy," Angel smiled, "she's in a class far above that loser."

"No," corrected Will. "Then I had a crush on Cecily Adams. She was in my year, in my math class." He laughed again, "I wrote the worst poetry for her! My personal favourite was, "Her Beauty Effulgent." Oh well." Angel smiled at the lameness. "Well," justified Will, "My heart did grow a bulge in it!"

Laughing Angel asked, "How long were you together?"

"Oh hell no! She wouldn't have touched me with a barge pole. Someone in the class stole my exercise book and read them all aloud. She asked me if they were about her and I wasn't smart enough to lie. We'd never really spoken: I'd just watch her. And I said that maybe if we got to know each other she'd like me. That's when she informed me that she knew me well enough to know that I was below her."

"That's fucking funny," said Angel sarcastically.

"Oh yeah, I have wonderful judgment in choosing my crushes."

"It's not that bad."

"Fine top it!" Will stole Angel's half empty beer bottle. "Tisk tisk, Angel, supplying a minor?"

With a long suffering sigh Angel stood to get another drink, "I've had two serious relationships," he said the word with a acerbic coldness that could burn through any table top. "They were both vampires and I had no clue. Darla killed my parent's and Penn killed his own."

Feeling him mouth go dry Will asked the question he didn't want answered, "What happened?"

Angel chugged half the beer before saying, "I killed them." He saw Will's face and misinterpreted the horror to be disappointment, "Sorry, I win the bad judgment contest."

"I'm so sorry about your parent's."

"Oh, well," Angel shrugged caught off guard by Will's sincerity. "It was a long time ago. And Willow's family were amazingly kind to me."

"That's something at least. How did we get onto this horrible subject?"

"That bastard Larry," Angel giggled. He giggled.

"Are you drunk?"

Shaking his head Angel said, "I'm just tired. I only had one drink before I saw you. Are you tired?"

"I could sleep."

"Are we adult enough to share a bed? I don't have a guestroom."

Smiling Will said, "I think we'll manage."