Title: The Babysitter

Author: Azure K Mello

Part: 21?

Pairing: Angel/Spike

Rated: R

Type: AU

Summery: Will talks to his dad's disciple. Angel meets Kate. And Xander strikes up a conversation with an arsehole.

Thank you to snowpuppies for the plot bunny inspired by On the Other Side. Wes needs to tell Xan what's going on

Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS.

The movie ended uneventfully. As the older boys got the younger kids settled into the back Xander announced the scene in the bathroom as an event. "And thens Will tolds him to go die in a hole and punch-did him."

"Hush, Xander, stop telling unbelievable stories. You might as well say that the ninjas beat him up. Everyone knows I don't have the stones to say that." Standing as he finished strapping the toddler in he muttered, "'Cause I'm a fucking coward."

Angel was the only one to hear and he gave Will a little smile. "Do the gears for me? I hate doing them and you're so good at it."

The plea for a favour was meant to make Will feel useful and it would done if he was ten, as it was, he rolled his eyes, "Gee, babe, thanks for making me feel so special!" Sliding the car into first he said. "Thanks for the attempt. It's sweet."

"I try," Angel said dryly. He put clutch in and Will slid the gears into second. "See you're so good."

The car started to speed up and Will put the car into third but Angel hadn't put the clutch in. As Will stripped the gears the Cadillac came to a jarring stop. "I'm sorry, Angel. I'm fucking useless!"

"Watch the language and don't worry about the car." Will said nothing instead he chose to study his hand on the stick shift, "Will, look at me." He did as he was told and was rewarded with a kiss to the forehead, "You're not useless and the guy in the bathroom should go die in a hole. You're perfect," he added softly so the children wouldn't hear. It was a compliment intended only for Will's ears.

The kids ate dinner, Xander had a bath, and it seemed like an eternity until Will could get the babysitter to himself. But halfway through a show about pimping someone's ride Spike turned to Angel and said, "They must be fast asleep."

Glancing at his watch Angel agreed, "Why?" he asked , "Planning something devious? Like a streaking race in the kitchen?" he sounded hopeful at the suggestion.

Will studied him trying to figure out if the boy was serious, "No," he said slowly giving Angel a queer look, "I was gonna say 'Come upstairs and make love to me.' I swear I'll be quiet."

"Your sibs are up there."

"I can be quiet as a little mouse."

"This is about bathroom guy."

"This is not about bathroom guy." said Will forcefully.

"It's not about bathroom guy?" asked Angel, now confused.

"Not entirely. Larry asked me out today. I told him to fuck off and I laughed but I thought he was gonna punch me. Then I couldn't say anything to bathroom guy. Not a thing. I felt scared, and stupid, and ashamed in front of Xander. But I couldn't say anything. And both times the only comforting thought I had was that you'd be fucking me tonight."

"Will-"

"Shut up. I know it's stupid," he cut off whatever platitude Angel was going to give him, "It just made me feel good -some sense of power."

"It's not fucking," Angel finished his sentence. "Help me turn off all the lights."

Xander was unaware of how much activity had occurred since he'd gone to bed. He didn't know that his brother had enjoyed two orgasms, or that Angel had mocked Spike when the blond washed his boyfriend's hair with banana scented shampoo, or that the pair had donned pants and opened the door in anticipation of his arrival. He just knew that the door was ajar and they were asleep. On caricature tiptoes he joined the older boys in bed.
Time passed too quickly for Will. He was enjoying it now that Liz wasn't being overtly hostile. Playing pretend had always been one of Will's strong suits. Pretend she's not dead, pretend you're not stoned, pretend you're happy, pretend you're not afraid. Now he had been indulging in a lovely game of pretend: he and Angel were together and Xander and Liz were their kids. Their kids to take care of and love. Liz's resentment was transformed into normal teenage abhorrence for one's parents. It was nice. But now it was Thursday and his parents and the slayer were coming home and the game would end.

He came home to find Xander at Jesse's and Buffy at a study group. No one would be home 'til six thirty, no one save for Angel and him. Three and a half hours would be used efficiently. The college student was reading a textbook and taking notes. Will started to creep around the couch planning to attack the older boy. Just before he pounced Angel said, "I'm using a pink highlight and I don't want to stain the sofa."

"Ponce, you're no fun," he pushed the book out of Angel's lap and put the cap on the highlighter. "I plan on staining it with much better things." He slid into the now empty lap. "Help me with that?"

"On your family's sofa?" Angel sounded reluctant.

Will looked up at him, his eyes were heavily lined in black while he'd used pink mascara on the lash he now batted coyly, "Don't you want me?" He knew that he looked slutty as he licked his oh-so-shiny lips. He also knew that Angel had an affinity for ridding him of lip gloss. In short, slutty could be good. He wiggled his hips in a show of getting comfy. The rubbing made Angel gasp. "Am I not pretty enough?" he asked softly, "Not tight enough?"

Pulling the boy down by his hair for a punishing kiss Angel just smirked at the questions. When he finally let the boy breathe he said, "So much more than enough." He slid his fingers under the clingy material of Will's shirt while Will was pulling at Angel's sweater. He pushed Will up a little so that the boy had to balance precariously with his knees resting on Angel's legs. "Want you right now," he said as he pulled the shirt off.

"On my family's sofa?" asked Will still rubbing himself against Angel.

"Any fucking place you like."

Will couldn't help but smile at the result or his manipulation. Pulling off Angel's sweater Will laughed, "Love you half naked, it's almost better than having you totally naked. But only almost: it's the anticipation."

"My poet," Angel murmured into his hair. "Hey! Stop that," he said as Will pulled at his stomach, "it's not nice to paw people's flab."

"Not flab. Baby fat, it makes you look boyish."

Angel just laughed and kissed him as the front door opened. "Hell-oh!" Joyce exclaimed as he opened the door.

Shocked Spike said, "I thought you were coming home at nine."

"Faith and I decided to come back early and go to Target. The Council is getting Daddy a driver to bring him home."

"Oh."

"This is awkward," said the dark haired girl with a smirk. Standing behind Joyce slightly she gave them a half wave. "I'm Faith."

"I'm Will and this is the babysitter, Angel."

"The babysitter?" she smirked again.

"The babysitter," reiterated Angel.

"What time are the other's getting home?" asked Joyce calmly.

"6:30," said Angel who didn't seem the least bit embarrassed at having the blond in his lap.

"We'll be home at six. You guys can do whatever you like but when we are home please make sure your door is shut."

Will dropped his head into the cradle of Angel's neck and shoulder as his face burned bright red. The women dropped their bags and shut the door behind them. "Could have been worse," said Angel, "she could have warned us to be safe."

"Angel shut up and kiss me," Will said as he sat back up.

The door opened again. "One last thing?" asked Joyce.

"WHAT?" asked a highly agitated Will.

"Don't defile the couch." She shut the door before her son could reply.

Angel laughed at the disappointment in his lover's eyes. But when he saw the look turn to anger he quickly said, "Well, she never said anything about defiling the kitchen table."