Title: The Babysitter
Author: Azure K Mello
Part: 6?
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Rated: R
Type: AU
Summery: Some stuff actually happens
Thank you to Snowpuppies for the plot bunny inspired by magnificent On the Other Side. I heart her muchly.
Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS.
As they walked into the bedroom their fingers brushed together accidentally. Will's lower lip quivered slightly. A sudden image of Xander wailing popped into his mind unbidden. Shaking his head he tried to banish the image. Over the course of the night they had managed to discuss childhoods and had somehow come out to each other. Though, Will supposed, after meeting in the Well of Loneliness it would have been more difficult to not come out. He thought about what he had said to Angel the night before, breaking eggs to make a cake. Was that what he'd been doing to Cordy? Was he dumping her to get closer to Angel? Looking up he realized that Angel was watching him expectantly. "What?"
"Left or right?" asked Angel pointing to the bed.
"Left,"
"What are you wearing?" asked Angel as though he had only just taken in Will's outfit.
Will looked down. A red long sleeved mesh shirt sat over a black tank top with Sid Vicious' face printed on it. He had four inches of flesh showing between his shirt and his extremely tight leather pants. "It's technically called slut wear. But I choose to think of it as club gear." Will was afraid of the silence that stretched between them like a gapping black hole. He opened his mouth while trying to think of anything to say. Solving the problem Angel sealed their mouths together. Caught unprepared Will's eyes were wide open. Staring into brown he saw want and fear contained therein. He started to laugh into Angel's mouth. He was just so relieved that he wasn't about to get kicked. Angel started to pull back thinking the teen was laughing at him. Reacting quickly Will weaved his fingers into perfect hair. Mouths opened and questing tongues fought for dominance. "Want me?" Will asked breathlessly with his lips still against Angel's, he was scared witless that Angel would deny it.
"I've wanted you since we first met. But I've kept ignoring it. This is illegal and I thought you hated me. I was afraid you would pull a Larry and tell me to bugger off."
Shaking his head Will said, "I was too scared to like you. I didn't want to put myself in that position again." Will placed a finger on Angel's lower lip as he spoke.
A moment of perfect clarity occurred. Angel realized that Will had expected him to react like the others had. The boy had expected to be slapped down. Anger coursed through Angel that anyone would hurt his boy or tell him that he wasn't good enough. Threading his fingers into blond hair he pulled the boy to him for a hungry kiss. "Can I have you?"
Panting slightly Will laughed, "Are you joking?"
"No, I want you so badly, please, Will." He slid his fingers under Will's shirt and stroked the boy's hot bare skin. "I'm never going to hurt you like the others did."
Will smiled, "I want you, Angel."
"Oh yea," said Angel flatly as he pulled the youth onto the bed with him. "How do you want to do this?" Angel asked as he nipped at Will's neck. He himself was beyond caring about who did what to whom. This wasn't about power or dominance it was about touching the boy in front of him. This was want, need. . . love. He loved Will, he could admit that -not out loud of course- to himself.
"I want you to take care of me," Will spoke against the college boy's mouth. And Angel felt himself harden impossibly.