Title: The Babysitter

Author: Azure K Mello

Part: 27?

Pairing: Angel/Spike

Rated: R

Type: AU

Summery: Angel finds the comfort he needs, Spike finally realizes his power.

Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS or The Warrior and The Princess.

Maria,even when you go to Bates and don't smoke with me, I still like you.

Finally pulling back to look at Will's face Angel ventured, "Make love to me?"

"Angel. . . I don't know what I'm doing: I could hurt you," Will felt his mouth go dry with his words. The idea of actually topping was daunting. Angel loved him, so now he could fuck it all up even more severely.

Eager to assure, Angel said, "Pain isn't always bad." Pulling the boy closer Angel ran his hands over skin in gentle caresses. "It's just you and me. No one here to laugh at us, or judge us, or score us. This is me and you. It's love."

"Are you sure?" asked Will with what he hoped didn't sound like a nervous laugh, "I want to know if I'm getting scored. After all, I hear the Canadian judge is dead easy to bride."

"I'm sure, Will. Just kiss me and touch me. There's slick and . . . something for the weekend in the second drawer down." Will laughed at Angel's inability to say condom and they kissed slowly. Hands moved over flesh with unhurried urgency. And Will thought of the term "unhurried urgency" and decided that it was a lovely oxymoron.

Fingers shaking with anxiety, Will ran one hand down Angel's face while reaching for the bedside table drawer without breaking the kiss. Once he'd groped about and found what he wanted he slid down Angel's body; kissing and nipping his path. As he took Angel into his mouth he looked up and nearly choked because of the expression on the older boy's face. The smile Angel was wearing killed all of the nervousness in Spike. "I love you," said Angel as he wiped away the hair that covering Will's face. The boy's gel always released its hold when Will sweated and so he was left with pretty curls falling over his eyes. And while Angel liked the curls he wanted an non-obscured view of his lover's expression. Moments passed wherein Angel just stared at the sight in front of him; this was bliss. Will looked away as he uncapped the bottle of oil; with slippy fingers he started to massage Angel's thighs, kneading, stroking, gently squeezing. Still uncertain about himself he was biding for time but he hoped that Angel would perceive the thoroughness of his actions as foreplay. As Will parted Angel's cheeks and his fingers reached their long awaited destination the darker man let out a keening noise, "Will, stop." The blond instantly froze, thinking he'd somehow hurt Angel but then the older boy said, "I don't want to come until you're inside of me. And if you keep licking and swallowing like that-" Spike released the man from between his lips while allowing his hands to return to their activity.

Moving to kiss Angel's mouth Will shut his eyes happily. Their movements were gentle, not only because Angel was wounded but also because they could be gentle. Everything was new and ripe to be explored. Each touch was a promise, a statement of truths. I love you. I won't hurt you. You're beautiful. You're worthy. You are mine. I am never letting go of this: you. The kiss lasted so long Will wondered, as Angel mapped out his mouth, if they'd both been turned. The only thing that could survive for such a long period without drawing air was a vampire. And when Angel did pull back he barely panted as he whispered, "I'm ready." He reached for one of the condoms with one hand as the other ran through those curls.

And it was perfect in Will's mind. Although he didn't have any other experiences from which to draw conclusions he didn't believe it usually felt like that. He didn't believe it could have felt so right with anyone else. And he wondered if he was being a silly poet or a stupid virgin. He wondered if Angel thought it was perfect. Lying still to allow them to become accustomed to the feeling of being interlocked, he ran his hands over Angel's arms. The boy laughed but the noise didn't scare Will the way it would have a mere hour before. Even if Angel was laughing at him and not with him Will knew it wasn't malicious. The laugher had his eyes shut as Will studied him and asked, "What's funny?"

Opening his eyes, Angel shook his head and said, "Nothing. It's just. . ." he couldn't think of the words he needed and finally he spoke still shaking his head, "I've never felt beautiful like this in my whole life."

Will thought of their first night together and how cherished he'd felt and said, "You are beautiful."

Angel nodded slowly, "I know," he said and there was no conceitedness in the words only shock. They kissed and moved slowly against each other. Setting a slow rhythm they allowed themselves to continue their exploration of skin, and sinew, muscles, and bones. Mouths and hands possessed whatever they wished because everything belonged to them already. They came, Angel first and Will very soon after with moans of "Spike" and "Liam". And afterwards they curled into each other not wanting to untangle but become closer.

Will's phone rang with an all too familiar noise and he groaned, "Bugger off, parents." He didn't move to answer it.

Meanwhile, as Will sent scowls towards the sound, Angel leaned out of bed to grab the teen's trousers off the floor. "Hello?" he said answering the phone, "Will's currently indisposed."

"Angel," said Joyce, "How are you feeling? I just want to know if Will's coming home tonight."

"I'll be ship shape by Monday." Looking at his dozing boyfriend he said, "I don't think Will's coming home."

"Am home," muttered the boy.

Covering the mouthpiece Angel said, "You're staying the night, right?"

"I don't think I could even walk straight right now."

Speaking into the phone Angel said, "He'll be home tomorrow." They said goodnight and hung up.

"I can't believe you spoke to her while her son was inside of you," Will laughed, the post coital daze was wearing off and he was coming back to himself. "You're a strange duck."

"Cathy killed a duck once," Angel said then quickly added, "not on purpose."

"What?" laughed Will.

"We were feeding them. And she ripped off huge lumps because she was a toddler with a toddler's dexterousness. 'Duck' was one of her first words. Of course when she said duck she meant any animal. One duck was dumb enough to try and eat one of these huge lumps whole and it choked to death." He laughed at the memory, "Me mam wasn't too pleased because she had planned on making a bread and butter pudding and the loaf was gone. All that was left was a dead duck!"

They both laughed deeply and Will said, "When Dru was alone, before the watchers found her, she would catch birds in cages to listen to them sing. But she didn't feed them and would only realize that they'd died of starvation when she noticed the lack of music." They continued to giggle at the ridiculous stories and Will thought of another, "I had the softest ginny pig and it was a sweet little creature. Liz loved to stroke him, she was five. The only time I left her alone with him she tried to hug him. But instead, she cuddled him to death."

Short of breath from laughing so much, Angel gasped for air, "I had a dog called Rufus that I loved. He got hit by a car, limped about for two days, and died!"

Through laughter Will said, "There is nothing funny about that."

Still giggling Angel said, "I know." Their laughter slowly settled down and they kissed again.

When they separated Will said, "Are you as thirsty as me?"

"Yes," agreed Angel emphatically.

"Soda of beer?" asked Will.

And Angel said, "I'll get them."

Shaking his head Will argued, "You're healing and tired, lie still. Soda or beer?"

"Sprite," Angel sighed as they pulled apart. Will started to stand but Angel grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back for another kiss, "Thank you for. . . thanks."

Smiling Will pulled on his jeans and said, "I'm goin' into woman country. Wish me luck." Outside Willow and Tara were on the living room couch.

With a friendly smile Tara asked, "What's had you guys in hysterics for fifteen minutes?"

Will chuckled just thinking back to it as he said, "A story about Cathy killing a duck."

"Who?" asked Tara.