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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write more. I thrive on it.

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  3/?

Spike noticed the tension thicken between him and the

other man. As the elevator reached the desired floor,

the elevator dinged and the doors opened. “After you,”

Spike told him.

Liam gave him a half smile. “Thanks.”

Truth was Spike wasn’t trying to be friendly. He just

wanted to watch the man’s leather covered ass without

seeming obvious. Usually he didn’t care about being

obvious but usually he could figure out if someone was

gay or not.

Spike walked behind him until they had reached Liam’s

front door. “So, you lived here long?” he asked

casually.

Liam turned around quickly; surprised the other man

was still standing there. “Oh…um, a bit. A couple of

years.”

“You like it?”

“Yeah, sure. It’s a nice place.’

“My name, it’s Spike.”

“Spike?”

“Yeah, something wrong with that?”

“No,” Liam said quickly, shaking his head.

“You wanna tell me your name, mate or should I guess?”

“Oh…sorry. It’s Liam.”

“Liam?”

“My friends call me Angel.”

“I like it a hell of a lot better than Liam.” Spike

watched Angel fidget for a moment before he spoke up

again. “Well, I guess I better be going. See ya

around.”

“Yeah…bye,” Angel said softly. Not wanting Spike to

leave yet, he spoke up a little louder. “I could

always show you around town, you being new and all?”

he asked hopefully.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m good. Maybe I’ll see you

around.”

“Yeah…maybe.” And with those final words he felt as if

Spike was out of his life for good. Angel entered his

apartment, closing the door behind him. ‘Well, you

just blew your one chance. Way to go.’

Spike closed the door and set his groceries on the

kitchen counter. He couldn’t get his mind off of

Angel. Especially Angel in leather. Feeling his pants

tighten at the image, he knew he would bepretending it

was Angel touching him instead of his own hand

tonight.

Angel looked down at the piece of mail in his hands.

It had been three days since he had seen Spike. Three

very long days. And now he would get to see him.

Silently thanking whoever put the mail in his box by

mistake, he walked over to his new neighbor two doors

away.

Spike heard the knock on his door and opened it

without a second thought. Standing there in front of

him was the last person he thought he would ever see

again. Angel. 

Angel’s mouth dropped open when Spike opened the door

in nothing but a pair of leather pants. He could feel

himself blushing and becoming flustered.

Spike noticed Angel’s reaction. He took a step towards

him. “See something you fancy, pet?” he practically

purred.

“I…uh…I mean…” He handed him the envelope. “I got this

in my box. They delivered it to me by mistake.”

“Thanks,” Spike told him as he took the envelope from

him, letting their fingers brush against each other

momentarily.

“I…I need to go, now.” Angel quickly made his way back

to his apartment and shut the door.

Spike started to smirk. “Maybe he’s not so straight

after all.”

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