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
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Disclaimer: Don't sue. I don't own any of the
characters. 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
Starting Over 2/?
After locking the door, Spike placed his bags on the
floor. Glancing around the room, he started to grin.
Doyle watched Liam’s eyes still fixated on the
strange blond until he disappeared behind the door.
“Interested?” he asked Liam jokingly.
“Interested in what? The blonde? He’s not my
type.”
“Right. Leather duster. Tight jeans that show every
curve. Who would want that?”
“Yeah,” Liam mumbled.
“So are we going to the club or not?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Liam told him. “Let me change and
I’ll be right out.”
Spike couldn’t help but to think of how he had
gotten the new apartment. Six months ago he had
decided he needed a major change. Something different.
He was sick of the way his life was. Didn’t know who
he was anymore. And he was tired of love. Or not love
as the case went. He had asked his best friend,
Willow, to help him out on changing his life. He knew
he wanted to move but he didn’t have a clue as to
where. He watched as she seemed to fly through
different web pages pulling up different places to
live in various cities. Going from London to the
States would be a stretch, but it would be different.
She had found him a place he instantly fell in love
with. Two bedrooms. Small hot tub. Not much of a
kitchen, but he didn’t cook that much so it didn’t
matter. Master bedroom with huge windows. And a
fireplace in the main room that you could just lose
yourself in if you stared at it long enough. On the
other hand, he knew that pictures didn’t always
reflect the real thing. In this case it did.
The place had not been up for rent, only to buy. And
it’s not like he didn’t have the money. His
parents had left him a considerable amount of money
and he had made some more with his music. After
signing the contract without actually looking at the
place, he packed his bags, said goodbye to his best
friend and had gotten into his car to drive away
without looking back.
After coming to the States, he debated on whether or
not to actually move into the place or just sell it as
it stands. Spike didn’t usually stay in one place
for very long.
Walking through the apartment, he couldn’t help but
to think of Willow. She had placed several phone calls
when he had gotten close in his drive and turned on
the electric, water and phone. She had also had
several pieces of furniture delivered, that he had
picked out, so everything could be ready when he
arrived. A black leather couch. TV with a dvd player.
A huge king size four poster bed.
A smirk formed on his face. ‘I could actually like
it here.’He glanced at the fridge, knowing he would
need to get some food, if just for tonight. Then he
started making a mental list. ‘Books. Sheets.
Food.’Pulling the apartment keys out of his pocket,
he started for the door, hoping to find a grocery
store and some liquor.
Liam had had a drink but he just wasn’t enjoying
himself. He had been at the club for a couple of hours
but his mind was still on the man. ‘Who was he?
What’s he like?’He turned to Doyle who seemed to
be currently occupied with a woman around his age.
“Man, I’m gonna go.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. You have fun though. I’ll see you in a day
or so.”
“See ya around.”
Liam nodded his head, making his way back to his
apartment.
Spike had been walking through the night air for a
couple of hours. He saw various stores, which were all
currently closed. He had bought a bottle of whiskey
and some groceries to get him through the night.
Noticing a storm coming in, he hurried back to his
apartment.
Spike stepped into the elevator, pressing the button
to his floor. Just as he leaned his back against the
wall, he saw a hand slide into the small space between
the doors, forcing the doors to open. As the man
entered the elevator, Spike’s breath caught in his
throat.
Liam stepped onto the elevator, noticing the man that
had occupied his thoughts. He was glad he had left
early.
“What floor?” Spike asked him.
“Same as you.”
Spike raised an eyebrow at him. “How would you know
that, mate?”
“I…I saw you in the hallway when I was talking to
a friend.”
As Liam talked to him, Spike had to fight the urge not
to push him against the wall and do everything his
mind was screaming of at that very moment. Letting his
eyes drift down Liam’s body, he noticed the man was
wearing tight leather pants and a silk shirt.
‘Don’t look at the leather. In fact don’t look
at him. Yeah, right. I wanna do a hell of a lot more
than look.’
“So I guess you’re new here and everything, to the
apartment building.”
“It would appear that way, mate.”
Hearing the tone of the stranger, Liam thought that he
had done something wrong. All of his insecurities were
coming to the front full force. Closing his mouth, he
waited silently until the elevator reached their
floor.
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