Title: The Babysitter

Author: Azure K Mello

Part: 7/?

Pairing: Angel/Spike

Rated: R

Type: AU

Summery: Will has a bit of a freak out.

Thank you to snowpuppies for the plot bunny inspired by On the Other Side. She fills my days with pretty snow, puppies, and horrible stories, that is why I love her. And to felisblanco who requested this as a birthday gift, I hope you like it, baby!

Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS.

Will looked at Angel, making sure the other boy was asleep before he pulled away. As he moved to the far left side of the bed he pillow his head on his hands and turned his head on the brunette. The sheets smelled of their love. What had he done? Had he really broken up with Cordelia and fallen into Angel's bed five hours later? Was he really that big a slut? If he was honest with himself then, yes, he had dumped Cordy in hopes of getting the older boy. Angel would never want him after this. Why buy the cow when you're getting the milk thrown at you? He had been jonesing for Angel. And now the man wasn't going to want him. Angel wouldn't want a slut. Tonight Will had certainly proven that he was a whore. A few pretty words, half a beer, and Will had been on the boy like whitewash on a wall.

Hugging himself tightly he let the silent tears fall down his face. He wanted to be Angel's lover. And he had been -for one night- it wasn't enough. He wanted to be Angel's boyfriend. "Will?" Angel's voice was groggy. He reached out and blindly pat the bed trying to find the boy. When his hand hit warm flesh he smiled. "For one second I thought you left."

"Should I have?" asked Will confusedly. Was he meant to leave? Did Angel not want him there?

"No! Please. Can I hold you?" he asked opening his eyes slowly. "Say no if you want. I know a lot of people can't stand it. But I just want to hold you. The way I see it, half the point of sex is getting to. . . snuggle (for lack of a manly word)."

Without a word he moved into Angel's arms and rested his head on Angel's broad chest. "'Ve you been crying?" asked Angel softly when he felt the dampness on Will's cheek.

"No," Will's answer was short and empty.

"You don't need to lie to me," Angel said as he laced one hand into Will's hair and rested the other around the boy's slight waist.

"I like this snuggle thing of yours."

"Rupert?" asked Joyce as she read her morning paper. "Where's Will?"

Giles thought, blowing on his coffee. "I believe," he said after a moment, "that he slept at Oz's dorm last night."

"At Oz's? Did they have a gig?"

I don't know. His number is on the fridge." Giles pointed vaguely off to the side.

"I'll give them a call just to find out what Will's plans are for today." She dialed quickly and spoke animatedly with the boy. "Oz? Hi, honey. It's Joyce. Is Will awake?"

"He didn't sleep here. We saw Angel at the club. They talked and left."

"Do you know where they went?" asked Joyce slightly nervously.

"They went back to Angel's to talk some more."

"Oh," Joyce spoke slowly, "well, I'm meeting Angel for Brunch. . . thank you, Oz." Turning to her husband she hung up the phone. "He slept with Angel -at Angel's-," she amended quickly. "He stayed at Angel's last night."

"My," Giles pulled off his glasses and started to clean them. "Goodness, there are an awful lot of things I expect from our yobo of a son but this wasn't one of them. I thought he thought Angel was an anorak?"

"So did I, he's repeatedly voiced his adamant feelings about the boy."

"How odd."

"It's no good, I'm calling Angel."