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

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Starting Over  6/?

Spike woke up the next afternoon, his arms and legs

tangled in the black silk sheets of his four-poster

bed. He loved the feel of the material against his

skin. Realizing he would be seeing Angel soon, a smirk

came across his face. He flipped back the covers and

climbed out of bed. It was still early in the

afternoon but as good of a time as any to greet his

neighbor. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, he

made his way into the bathroom, turning the hot water

on. Spike disappeared into the shower, letting the

steam of the shower take him over.

An hour later, he grabbed his duster and his keys and

walked out the door. Walking two doors over, he

knocked loudly.

Angel heard the knock on the door as he stepped out of

the shower and looked at the clock. It was still

early. There was no way that that was Spike. Grabbing

a towel, he wrapped it around his waist and headed for

the door. He could tell whomever it was to go away and

then he could get dressed. “Just a minute,” he called

out. Opening the door, he was about to open his mouth

to tell the person to go away when he realized who it

was. Spike.

Spike could feel his jeans tighten around him as the

door swung open. There in nothing but a towel stood

Angel. The image had a sense of perfection about it.

Water droplets were still sliding down his chest as

Spike tried to hold back a groan.

Angel’s eyes widened in surprise. “It’s early. You’re

early. Really early.”

“Got that. You gonna invite me in?”

“No!”

“No?”

“It’s just I’m still in a towel and…come on in,” he

relented.

Spike stepped inside the apartment, closing the door

behind him. He watched Angel. The way his body moved.

“You could always lose the towel,” he mumbled under

his breath.

Angel thought that he heard Spike say something. “What

was that?”

“Nothing, mate.”

“I’ll just…uh…get dressed. You stay there.”

Spike saw Angel dart into his bedroom closing the

door. “Well, what kind of bloody fun is that?” he said

looking at the closed door. Spike glanced around the

apartment. Black leather couch. Deep crimson curtains.

‘He likes comfort.’ Spike kept looking around but saw

one thing it lacked. Any kind of artwork.

Angel had quickly changed into a pair of pants with a

long sleeve shirt. He came out of the bedroom and

watched Spike with interest. “Looking for something.”

Spike turned around hearing his voice. “You said you

were an artist. Where’s your…art?”

“My artwork is in the bedroom. I don’t usually display

them about.”

“Self conscious?”

“A bit.”

”So to the bedroom, then?”

“What?” Angel asked. ‘Did he really just ask me that?’

“To see your artwork, mate. Although if you have other

ideas.” Spike dropped the sentence midway letting

Angel come to his own conclusions.

“No. No ideas. No bedroom and no artwork. It’s just

very personal to me.”

Spike was a bit disappointed. He couldn’t figure Angel

out. “I guess we should get going. We could always

walk around for a bit. Grab a bite to eat and all

that.”

“Yeah, just let me get my keys.” Angel grabbed his

leather coat and keys and the two walked out of the

apartment headed for the elevator.

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