Title: Starting Over

Author: midnight

Email: [email protected]

Pairing: Spike(William)/Angel(Liam)

Rating: NC-17 

Summary: Spike moves into a new apartment building…  

Distribution: redssoulmates, Jess’ Lair

Feedback: No feedback..no fic. Lots of feedback… I write more. I thrive on it.

Disclaimer: Don't sue. I don't own any of thecharacters. I don't make any money from it. All credit goes to Joss.

Spoilers: None 

Notes: This is an AU human fic. No vamps. No seers. No visions. Human!!! ‘’ character’s thoughts

Warnings: language, sex, m/m

Thanks to Jess for the encouragement and the look over!!!

A/N: Not sure about the title, it might change. Let me know what you think?

Starting Over 1/?

Spike pulled up to the apartment building, turning the engine off. Glancing out the window, he noticed it was already sundown. He loved the night. He could unwind and be himself.

Stepping out of the car, his boots hit the ground with a thud. As he stood up, his duster seemed to flow around his body. After shutting the door, he ran a hand over his face and through his hair.

Spike had decided he needed something new. A week ago he had cut his blond hair, his results ending in a buzz cut. A new style. A new life. A new place to live. ‘Maybe I’ll actually stay in this place for awhile.’ He had been in the states for less than six months, nowhere in specific. Just here and there.

He walked around the car to the trunk and opened it. Spike pulled out two bags and his guitar case. He didn’t own much else, not anything worthwhile. Lately he had been moving around too much. Slinging the bags over his shoulders, he slammed the trunk closed and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his new apartment key and a slip of paper that listed the unit number.

Spike climbed the few steps up to the main door and walked inside the double doors. Making his way into the elevator, he sighed. He felt like he had done this one too many times. Starting over. ‘Why can’t I just be happy for once?’ Hearing the familiar ding from the elevator, he stepped out onto the floor, glancing at the paper once more that he was holding. ‘Number 512.’

Glancing at several numbers, he finally headed in the right direction.

Liam had been standing in the hallway talking with his best friend Doyle when he felt the urge to suddenly look up. Stepping off of the elevator was an unfamiliar man. Liam let his eyes graze over the stranger’s body. ‘He’s beautiful.’ Shaking his head, he tried to concentrate on Doyle’s words rather than the stranger coming down the hallway.

Spike noticed the two men as he walked down the hallway, in search of his new apartment. Actually he glanced at one of the men but noticed the other one. Letting his eyes roam, he took in the man’s appearance. He had dark brown hair that looked like he just rolled out of bed, and combed his fingers through it. Messy but sexy. He was wearing a pair of black slacks with a long sleeve brown shirt. Spike glanced into the man’s eyes. Dark chocolate brown. The kind of eyes you could get lost in. As the man met his gaze, Spike averted his eyes away, looking down. Walking past them, he could feel his own heartbeat start to speed up. ‘What am I thinking? Chances are he’s straight. I just need a bloody drink.’ Finding and opening his door, he walked inside, shutting the door behind him.

Liam had kept eyes on the stranger. There was just something about him. His look. The way he carried himself. Or maybe it was the tight jeans he was wearing. And the leather duster didn’t hurt either.

Doyle knew his best friend was distracted by the stranger. As he turned around, he saw the man’s door close. “Thought that apartment was empty?”

“It was,” Liam told him.

“Looks like someone’s moving in.”

Liam grinned on the inside to that very thought. “Yeah, looks like.”

“And he only lives two doors away from you.”

tbc