Title: The Babysitter

Author: Azure K Mello

Part: 8?

Pairing: Angel/Spike

Rated: R

Type: AU

Summery: The morning after.

Thank you to snowpuppies for the plot bunny inspired by On the Other Side. I want more of that soon!

Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS.

The phone's ring was too high pitched. Angel wanted to kill something every time it rang. And being woken up by the noise was extremely unpleasant. He didn't want to let go of Will but he had to relinquish his hold on the boy to pick up the receiver. God save the caller who would disturb him so early on a Sunday morning. He had to lean over Will's sleeping form to reach the damn thing. With a small smile Angel kissed the boy's shoulder. Sighing heavily he sat up fully and answered the handset. The hideous ringing stopped.

"Yeah?" he asked blurrily.

"Angel, it's Joyce. This might sound odd but-"

"He's here," Angel interrupted. He should have asked Will to call home. It was stupid she had probably been worried.

"Oh good, could I speak to him?"

"Yeah," he looked down at the boy, "let me just go wake him." Covering the mouthpiece with the palm of his hand Angel leaned over and stroked Will's face. "William," he said in a singsong voice. Will's eyes flickered open and he pulled his thumb out of his mouth. "Must run in the family," commented Angel.

"What?" asked Will sleepily.

"Nothing," replied Angel and he couldn't resist kissing the discombobulated blond on the lips. Still groggy from sleep Will somehow managed to wind his fingers into chocolate hair and pulled the older boy to him for the best kiss he'd had in. . . hours. "Your mom's on the phone," panted Angel as they broke apart to breathe.

Rolling his eyes Will sat up and slid into Angel's lap as he took the phone. Their chests were flush against each other as Will rested his head on the brunette's shoulder. He figured that if Angel was going to kick him in the teeth he would enjoy his stolen time. "Hey, Mum. . . later. . . I know I should have called. . . shouldn't you just be happy were not killing each other?. . . He won't be late. . . Love you too." Hanging up he said, "You have to meet her in an hour." A slight pause was followed by Will's version of a get out a jail free card. He didn't want Angel to be mean. And he didn't want to make uncomfortable small talk, "I should go and let you get ready."

Feeling slightly scared Angel said, "Don't go. I'll be gone for two hours. You can watch TV or something." He ran his fingers down Will's face, "We'll do something, we'll get breakfast." No teenage boy could refuse free food. He knew he was clasping at straws but he didn't want Will to leave.

"You're meeting her for breakfast."

"Yeah, but I work there. I don't want to eat it."

Will laughed, "Make it lunch and I'm yours."

Nearly swallowing his tongue Angel said, "Ok," and smiled. "It's a date."

"You're far more likely to be three hours. I'm gonna go home for clean clothes."

"Ok," Angel couldn't stop smiling as he stood, "but right now come shower with me?" Will took his hand and let Angel drag him out of bed. Will's hair fell about his face in gentle curls. "You should let your hair go natural."

Will shook his head laughing, "I look like I'm twelve."

"You look sexy as all hell," Corrected Angel. Scanning his boy up and down he said softly, "My roommate Willow may be about. So you might want to put pants on. She says she's a lesbian but I think that's just a ploy to see naked men."

Will laughed again. He walked across the room, pulled on a pair of Angel's jeans that swam on his hips, and crossed back to wrap his hands around Angel's waist. Standing behind the older boy he whispered, "Good morning," and kissed Angel's cheek. Having no idea where he stood was scary but Will still couldn't keep his hands off the college boy.

As Angel leaned back into the embrace he kissed Will's neck. "You smell so good. You smell of . . . us. Maybe I shouldn't send you home smelling like that." He chuckled, "Into the shower with you."

Hanging up Oz growled, "I am so fucking sick of this."

"Of what?" asked Larry, whom Oz really shouldn't have brought home.

"Spike's mom calling up looking for her son. Why can't he cover his own ass for once? Would it be so fucking hard to call home? Meanwhile he's with some guy who he barely knows. And I wonder what Angel will think when he finds out about Will's dirty little secrets."

"Do you realize you only speak in full sentences when you talk about him?" Oz just shrugged. "So he broke up with his girl last night and was gonna stay here? Were you going to Prince Charming him?" Oz was silent. "You should tell him how you feel."

"And you should mind your own fucking business. You're the only one in this room to have significantly screwed him over. So my thoughts as to my actions are more valid than yours."

People always thought Oz was an introvert. In truth it was just that he generally wasn't cruel enough to voice his real opinions.

Happiness reflected in Angel's eyes. He smiled as he caught sight of himself in the hall mirror. There were smudges of Will's make-up on his face and shoulders, his hair was a mess, and he was pretty sure he had dry cum on him clavicle. And he didn't care. Neat freak Angel didn't care because he looked well and truly loved. He didn't care if it was just an image. He didn't care if Spike was using him, if Spike had meant to run last night; he felt good. If it weren't for his brunch with Joyce he wouldn't have bathed. But it would be impolite to face the woman while reeking of her teenage son. He saw Willow toasting a bagel in their tiny kitchenette. He smiled; he was gonna get to show off his boy.

"Morning, Willow." He couldn't help but laugh when she jumped. She was so easily startled. During high school the redhead had started studying the occult. Her best friend had never liked it. Angel didn't like anything that related to vampirism. She had promised him that she would be vigilant and keep away from the dark arts. She had slowly become a powerful white witch. Tara and she had met through their tutor Jenny Calendar. Under her careful supervision they had grown into fine Wiccans. And yet Willow still jumped out of her skin when caught unaware. Her bagel popped out of the toaster, Angel grabbed it and took a bite. Pulling a face he asked, "Why do you keep getting whole wheat?"

"Because otherwise I'd never get a bite."

"That's a very good point." Angel nodded, "Hey, I want you to meet someone."

Willow looked over Angel's shoulder and said, "Oh, Will, hi. It's nice to finally meet you."

Smirking Will studied Angel as he asked, "How do you know my name?"

"Angel never shuts up about y-"

"We'll see you in a little bit. Goodbye, Willow," said Angel effectively cutting off her words.

As Angel pulled him along Will said, "It was nice nearly meeting you! We'll talk later." He laughed again as Angel slammed the bathroom door. "Look at you! Getting all in a strop because she almost told me that you're crazy about me. Have I told you how cute you are when you blush?" He shrugged out of the jeans, sat on the sink counter, and kissed Angel's nose. With an indignant yelp the blond found himself being pulled under the spray.

Running a flannel over Will's face the older boy said, "Yeah? So who's cute now buddy boy?"

"What are you doing?" asked Will even as he leaned into the washcloth in Angel's hand.

"I'm getting rid of the remnants of your make-up that are making you look like a crack whore the morning after. And am now getting to see all of you."

Will tried hard to ignore the feeling of warmth he felt knowing that he was blushing. "You're an odd boy, Angel." He reached up and started to wash Angel's hair. A weird silence swept over them and Will said quietly, "Thank you for taking such good care of me last night. And for making all this morning after stuff so easy. I never had to do it before. Ya know?"

"So you were trying to run out last night!" Angel felt his heart sink and was glad that he was a light sleeper. If he hadn't woken up Will would have left, "Do you always run?"

"No, I mean. Um," Will felt his blush resurface.

Studying the boy's embarrassment Angel had an epiphany. "Oh! I didn't realize. Mister, you've just won the who's cutest competition."

Looking down with a bitter laugh Will said, "I kinda come off as slutty."

"No!" Angel said quickly, "You're just very jaded and you seem like you've been burned quite a few time." He ran his hands over Will's inner elbow and the boy flinched as if hit by a painful memory. He put the knowledge into his file on things he didn't understand about the blond. "You aren't slutty- well except for what you were wearing last night- we should go to the beach!"

"I thought we were going for lunch?"

"This is way too big of a deal for lunch! Let's go to the beach, it'll be fun!"

A slight nod answered his enthusiasm as Will turned off the water. "Go meet Mum. I'll see you back here in three hours with a picnic in hand."

Pulling at the bolt in Will's lower lip with his teeth Angel paused and whispered against the boy's lip, "You look so beautiful like this." He caught a drop of water that was running down Will's face with his tongue. "So innocent and lovely."

"You're sweet," said Will as he dropped a towel on Angel's head.

"You're sweeter," Angel wrinkled his nose and Will rubbed his hair dry.