Title: The Babysitter

Author: Azure K Mello

Part: 11?

Pairing: Angel/Spike

Rated: R

Type: AU

Summery: Will talks to Angel.

Thank you to snowpuppies for the plot bunny inspired by On the Other Side. Thank you for the lovely (read scary) update!

Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS.

Angel sighed with relief when he saw Will's car in the driveway. At least the teenager hadn't gone somewhere else. Having run the whole way Angel panted as he threw the food and some fuzzy blankets into the back of Will's car. It was only as he stumbled up the front path that he realized how badly out of shape he was. In high school he ran 13 miles a day for cross country. Now he went out "hunting" every night, so why had running 6 miles tuckered him out? He knocked at the door and leaned against the frame praying that his vision would stop swimming.

When Giles opened the door he studied the boy before removing his glasses saying, "You're the best sitter we've ever had. I would hate to have to kill you."

"Is he upstairs?" asked Angel desperately. "Please, Mr. Giles, I want to see him. I wanna go to the beach with him. It's two o'clock and we haven't even eaten lunch yet because of a horrible misunderstanding. So please tell me he's here."

"Upstairs, behind his ever locked door."

"Thank you."

"Just remember, don't make me do something I'll regret."

Shuddering Angel brushed past the man and climbed the stairs. The music swept over him and he let it sink in before knocking. Nothing happened for a moment and then the music stopped. "Will? It's me."

"I know it's you, Angel."

"Can I come in?"

"You should be studying."

"I don't need to."

"You gonna ace it?"

Angel thought for a moment wondering how he should frame his reply. "Ya know my dead parents?"

". . . Yeah?"

"They were well off. This doesn't matter, I can fail it. No matter what, at the end of the day, I will still be filthy rich."

The door slid open, "Really?"

"Totally," Angel slid his hands over slight hips, "Oh, shiny lip gloss!"

Will pulled away, "My dad's downstairs."

"He just threatened to kill me: I think it's safe to say he knows."

"I've been denying it all day."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to disappoint him anymore than I already have. Believe it or not I am aware of what a loser I am."

"You aren't a loser. No one who knows you thinks that. He knows that. He didn't tell me not to make you a homo, he told me to not hurt you. You're lovely."

"Shush."

"Make me," Will started to pull him into the bedroom, "Not behind a closed door. I don't want to hide you." Will beamed and Angel felt his heart break. "Wanna show you off."

"So what? Ya gonna shag me on stage?" asked Will with a smirk

"Show you off not share you."

"Since when am I yours not to share?"

Angel studied the boy and said softly, "Last night wasn't a mistake." Will smiled and Angel couldn't read the expression. And with a slight laugh he said, "Your mom threatened me today over you. I guess I was obviously doting over you. And, hey, she said you never had blue hair."

"Never," agreed Spike with a devious smirk.

"So you got the name from maiming some guy with a railroad spike?"

"Maybe I made that story up too. Maybe it's because I'm so well endowed."

Shaking his head slightly and Angel pulled Will to him for a soft kiss. As he pulled away for breath he whispered, "I take it back. The shiny lip gloss is too slippy." He lapped at Will's lower lip, "It's sweet though. . . lunch is in your car. Please come with me."

Will nodded and turned from Angel to get a sweatshirt from his room. As he did so he caught sight of his little brother gaping. Xander pointed at the pair. "You twos wass kissin'. Tha's gross!"

Angel laughed, "It's not gross. People kiss when they like each other. It's nice."

"Not when i's boys! Tha's d-gusting. You'll go to hell- I heard it on tv- i's bad!"

Angel watched as Will's face closed at Xander's words, "Out of the mouths of babes," muttered the teen.

"You'll go of hell. Fags go of hell. I don' wan you to go of hell, Will! You can't kiss Ngel no more!"

With hurt eyes Will looked to Angel, "No," said the older boy softly, "no one's going to hell and Will's not going to stop kissing me."

"Not going of hell?"

"No." Angel shook his head and Xander put stock in his sitter's words.

There was amazing beauty in the acceptance of children, "Good. So now yer Will's keeper?"

"What?" asked Will slowly.

"Friday, Ngel and yous was fightin' and you says tha' Ngel wasn't yer keeper. And whens you lefted Ngel says he would be if you let him. So, you lettin' him?"

Smiling slightly Will said, "Maybe, we'll see." He studied the college boy and spoke without looking at his brother, "Xand? Wanna play hide and seek?"

"Yeah!"

"Shut your eyes and I'll tell you when to look."

"'Kay!" The boy put his chubby hands over his eyes.

Slipping his fingers through Angel's belt loops Will pulled the older boy to him. With a gentle, shy kiss Will whispered, "Ya wanna be my keeper?" Angel nodded silently and Will just smiled with his cheek against Angel's. They shared another light, innocent kiss. "You can open your eyes now."

Xander was smiling when he opened his eyes but the brightness quickly faded, "Yer right there."

"You win," said Will in a singsong voice, "Angel and I are gonna go."

"But," the little boy's lip quivered, "yous didn' play wiv me!" He burst into loud tears.

"Go hide then," said Will softly, "We'll count to thirty." The boy instantly stopped wailing and ran off to hide. Angel wrapped his arms around the boy's waist. "Sorry about this."

"You know I love Xander."

"I know, but this is all time you could be studying."

"Will, I don't want to be studying. This is taking time away from us being at the beach. Please don't think about it. I have an A in the class. All a C on the test can do is lower my grade to an A minus. I want to be with you today. I want to. . . hold you. Don't fixate on my test. Ok?"

Will nodded and said softly, "He's in his closet with the door open because he's afraid of the dark."

Laughing Angel said, "Let's get your sweatshirt and then go "find" him."