Title: The Babysitter

Author: Azure K Mello

Part: 23?

Pairing: Angel/Spike

Rated: R

Type: AU

Summery: Giles talks to his son. And Spike is mean to his boyfriend.

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

Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS.

Maria, you're awesome.

Just as Angel and Will were about to leave Giles spoke up, "Will, I'd like a word?"

"Oh. . . I was going to go with Angel to make sure he got home safe."

"He's driving ," said his father.

"He's coming tomorrow," said his mother.

"I really do want a word," Giles repeated apologetically.

"It's alright, Will, we can talk tomorrow. I'll call you when I get home," he kissed Will's forehead and turned to leave. "Anyway," he said shrugging into his jacket, "You can talk me through that problem I was having over the phone." Will felt himself blush as Angel called his goodbyes to Liz and Faith he threw a smile to Rupert and Joyce.

"What do you need, Da?" asked Will with a sigh as he tried to get his colour back to normal.

"Come into my office," he said walking into the kitchen with his son. He poured them both another cup of coffee and sat down at the counter, "I know you don't 'do' friends."

"Hey!" interrupted Will indignantly, "I 'do' friends. They just don't 'do' me."

"Right," said Rupert sounding slightly vexed, "that's not that point. The point is, I was wondering if you would be nice to Faith. At least until she gets settled ."

Will thought for a second, "I'm gonna need to find people to sit with at lunch so that she doesn't think I eat alone. Cordy sits with the Cordettes so that's out."

"You don't need to impress her."

"No, I know, but she's living with us so I'd rather she didn't think that I'm a social leper."

"You are," said Liz as she walked in to get a glass of water for bed.

"Liz, be quiet." Rupert rolled his eyes as he turned back to Will, "You're not a leper."

"Actually, let's look at this logically. Lepers are perfectly normal people with friends and lives. Then they get this bacterial infection that no one knows the source of. Then they have no friends save for the few people who don't know or don't give a damn. And they lose all sensation in their limbs. Eventually, they die alone with no limbs. Popular kid has a kick arse girl who dies, he becomes a heroin addict, has no one to sit with at lunch. I'm the definition of a social leper. I have lost my social limbs."

"Leprosy can be cured with antibiotics."

"Yeah," Will nodded slowly not seeing a point.

"Well, you're a lot happier with Angel around."

"He isn't a crutch."

"That's not what I'm implying."

"No you're implying that he's a cure, which is also unfounded and ridiculous."

"He gave up slaying for you."

"So?" he shook his head, "This conversation's going nowhere. I'll hang out with Faith 'til she finds herself a clique. When's she starting school?"

"She'll study with me for a month to get caught up and then she'll be in sophomore year."

"That's. . . neat," he sounded bored, "I'm going to bed and waiting for Angel to call me."

Faith was laying on her back looking at the ceiling. And as Will walked by he paused. "You said that you're a party kid?"

"Yeah," she said looking up from her position.

"Well, Sunnyhell only has two clubs: one for teenyboppers and a gay bar. Both have very good bands visit them fairly regularly. So, maybe once Da lets up a little with his whole 'watcher/slayer bonding' thing, you'd like to go?"

"Yeah, that sounds. . . fun?" she shrugged and gave him a small smile.

"Good, I'm off to bed. If you need anything just knock: I'll be up for a few hours."

"I hate my father," he said as he picked up the phone, "I wanted you in my mouth by now."

"Hello to you too," Angel replied softly to the strange greeting. "What did he want?"

"To tell me to be nice to Faith. But I wanted to be with you."

"Believe me, I wanted to have you here with me."

With a heavy sigh Will said, "What are you gonna do now?"

"Well, I guess I'll take a shower and touch myself while thinking about you."

"Why take a shower when you have me on the phone?"

"Will," Angel whined, "I can't do that."

"You were the one who suggested it. In front of my parents no less."

"That was a ploy to make you blush."

"It worked. So: what are you wearing right now?" asked Will with an audible leer.

"You're making me feel like a perv."

Laughing he said, "Why? I'm the one asking dirty questions. What are you wearing? Indulge me."

With a sigh he said, "I'm in my underwear."

"Cute. Wanna know what I'm wearing?" asked Will as he licked his teeth with a wet noise that went straight over the wire and into Angel's ear.

"What are you wearing?" he asked sounding as though he was humoring a child.

Saying nothing Will put the mobile phone by his crotch as he unzipped his jeans. He pointed the phone down so that it would pick up the sound of the heavy denim hitting the floor, "Not much," he finally said as he brought the mobile back to his ear.

"Will-"

"Stop being ashamed, Angel. I know you're a Catholic but let go for a second. Or rather, hold on to the right thing. Pretend it's my hand. Or, better yet, lick the palm of your hand. . . have you done that?" He heard a sigh and then heard the rasp of a tongue on flesh, "Good. Now touch yourself and pretend it's my mouth. Shut your eyes and see me on my knees. I'm looking up at you adoringly."

"Will," now the word was low and panted.

"I'm right with you. I'm always with you." He purposefully sped up his breathing and panted, "Angel. I need you."

"Always." The older boy's breaths got heavier and closer together and Spike modeled his breathing to his boyfriend's.

Panted endearments continued for a few minutes before the older boy groaned and Will dropped his façade of hornyness and said, "Eww, you sicko. Did you come? How gross is that! You perv. Who masturbates listening to their innocent lover talking?"

"I hate you," Angel said still panting.

Without answering Will laughed, "Uh-huh," he finally agreed with a self-satisfied smirk, "I'm gonna get a movie for us tomorrow. Something fun and weird?"

Trying desperately to school his voice into normalcy Angel said, "That would be great."

"Ok, well I have to go find someone to eat lunch with so that Faith doesn't think I eat alone."

Sounding almost normal Angel said, "What about someone from your band?"

"Wes goes to school. . . I wonder if he has my lunch period, that could work. Do you have classes tomorrow?"

"No, but I'm at work from six AM to five-thirty PM to make some pocket money."

"Can I come visit you?"

"That would be awesome," Angel sounded genuinely pleased.

"Ok, well, goodnight. Enjoy your clean-up shower." Angel said his own goodbye still sounding half amused and half ashamed of the fact that he had just had phone sex. and they hung up. Looking down at his painful erection Will said, "Fuck me." He groaned and addressed his stubborn dick, "You weren't supposed to respond: he was," and headed towards his own shower.