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 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

A/N: I knew it would happen sooner or later. One of my

ficlet(which is around 500 words) chapters turned into

a fic chapter. This chapter is almost 1000 words.

Muses have a mind of their own!!

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Starting Over  5/?

Just as Spike walked behind Angel, he spoke up. “Fancy

seeing you here, pet.” His night might be enjoyable

after all.

Angel froze as he heard the voice while Doyle just

glanced between the two men.

“Mind if I join you?” Spike asked casually.

“Yes,” Angel answered quickly.

Doyle glanced at his best friend. ‘He might just kill

me for this.’ “I don’t mind. Why don’t you take a

seat?”

Angel’s eyes widened as he stared at his best friend.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he gritted through

his teeth.

“I’m introducing myself to your friend,” Doyle smiled.

“Not my friend,” he mumbled.

Spike decided to cut into the conversation at that

moment. He didn’t want Angel to be uncomfortable

around him. He just…wanted him. In every kind of

position possible. Pulling out the chair and sitting

down, he placed his drink on the table. He looked at

Angel and then at Doyle. “The name’s Spike.”

“Doyle.”

“Doyle,” he repeated. “Good strong name that. So…is

this a date? Am I intruding?” Spike felt guilty for a

minute that he was ruining a moment but at the same

time jealous thinking the man was already taken. He

smirked as he watched Angel choke on his drink and

Doyle chuckle.

“Date Angel? Not in this life.”

“You’re not into guys?” Spike asked. “I just though…”

“I’m into guys,” Doyle interrupted. “But me and Angel,

we’re just best friends.”

Angel was partly annoyed that Spike was at the same

club with him and partly thrilled at the thought of

him there. “What are you doing here?”

“What if I was following you?” Spike purred.

Angel tried his best to look bored when all he wanted

to do was melt at his words. “Wanna try again?”

All of a sudden, an older man showed up at the table,

pulling Doyle onto the floor to dance.

Spike focused his attention on Angel again. He

shrugged. “Had a meeting with the owner of this place.

He likes my music. Basically I have a try out gig next

week. If it goes well, I’ll have a steady gig.”

“You’re a musician?”

“You say that like you’re surprised. I figured the

leather, the guitar, something would have given it

away.”

“I just…didn’t think about it.”

Spike slid his hands over his hips, drawing Angel’s

eyes to him. “It’s what the leather pants are for.

Performing and all that. The chit’s like it.”

‘Leather. Spike. No, no…concentrate.’ “So…”

“So, what do you do, Liam?”

“Do? To who?”

Spike raised his eyebrow at the question. “Not quite

the line of questioning I had in mind, pet.” He saw

Angel start to blush. “What do you do for a living,

mate?”

“That. Of course that. Well, I’m an artist. Mostly I

paint, but…”

“Your stuff any good?”

“People seem to think so.”

“Do you think so?”

“I enjoy what I do.”

Spike waited for an invitation to look at his artwork

but never received one.

Angel stood up quickly from the table. “Well I should

really get going.”

“Going home?”

“Yeah.”

“What about your friend?”

“Doyle? He stays after I leave all the time.”

Spike nodded his head. “Don’t mind if I share a cab

with you, do you? We are going to the same building

after all.”

“Oh…um…no, I don’t mind. Just figured you’d be waiting

for your…girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend, mate.”

“Oh. Well I guess we should get going then. I’ll…uh,

meet you outside.”

“I’ll be waiting.” Walking past Angel, Spike let his

fingers reach out, brushing against his thigh

‘accidentally’.

After saying good-bye to Doyle, Angel made his way out

of the club to where Spike was standing with a cab

already waiting. He reached to open the door at the

same time Spike did and their fingers touched. A touch

that should have only lasted a second but lasted

longer. A touch that sent a spark through the both of

them. Angel quickly pulled away, climbing into the cab

silently.

Spike took a deep breath and climbed in after him.

After telling the cab driver the address, the rest of

the trip was made in silence. 

After arriving at the building, Angel paid the driver

and made his way into the door and the elevator

without a word leaving his mouth. Spike wasn’t sure

what to say either, so instead he said nothing at all.

Walking off the elevator, Angel walked to his

apartment and slid the key in the lock, unaware that

Spike was directly behind him.

“So, pet…”

Angel jumped slightly hearing the voice behind him.

When he turned around, his body was practically

against Spike’s. “I…uh…didn’t know you were still

there.”

“Had something to ask ya.”

“Ok,” Angel said, his voice sounding faint.

Spike leaned into his body, feeling the warmth of his

skin against him. “Wondering if your offer was still

available?”

“Offer?” he squeaked.

“Mmm. Your offer,” Spike repeated. “You offered to

show me around a bit.”

“You declined that offer,” Angel said disappointed.

“Should have never bloody well done that,” Spike

mumbled. “Well, I guess that’s that.” Spike didn’t

want to seem like he wanted the man too much, he was

afraid it would scare him off. “Can’t a bloke change

his mind?” Hearing silence, he turned around and

started towards his apartment.

‘Spike doesn’t want you. He’s straight. Just wants

someone to show him around. I could do that.’ “Spike?”

he called out.

He stopped and turned around. “Yeah, mate.”

“What did you have in mind?”

‘Well, that was a loaded question if he ever heard

one.’ “Don’t know yet. I’ll stop by tomorrow

afternoon. How’s that?”

“See you then,” Angel told him and then disappeared

into his apartment.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything, luv,” he whispered

after the door shut.

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