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Worlds Apart	By : rockstarpeach Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Spike(William) Views: 1633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Worlds Apart
Rating: Adult overall
Summary: Human AU. Spike is a cop who in the midst of a drug related case meets up with Angel, a handsome young homeless man who is starting to get his life together.
Pairing: Mainly Spike/Angel, but there are others. Also, some Spike/Wes
Warnings: Sex (m/m, m/f), language
Feedback: Appreciated. I'd like to know if anyone is bothering to read this here, and if anyone thinks it's worth posting the rest.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I make no money. I promise to give them back when I�m finished. Well� most of them *g*

Note: I'm calling this a WIP even though I finished it about a month ago, and it's posted on my LJ. I've been meaning to put it up here as well, just haven't gotten around to it. Though now I'm finally starting to get my lazy behind organised, so here it is, one chapter at a time.

Chapter 1
�Book �em Danno!� Spike belted out with a chuckle to his partner, Wesley. They had just arrived at the 41 division with four squad cars full of either suspects or witnesses related to a recent drug bust in the east end.
�God, Spike, don�t you ever get tired of your own abhorrent sense of humour?� Wesley answered, his distaste obviously written on his face. As he turned his head to begin processing the first of a long line of detainees, he cracked a secret smile. Spike was loud, irritating, obnoxious, and all around pain in the ass. But really, Wes couldn�t kid himself. Not much anyway. Spike was exuberant, enthusiastic, and well intentioned. He translated his lust for life easily into zest for catching criminals and making the city they lived in a little safer. He was also damn sexy, but that didn�t really register all that much with Wesley. Well, maybe just a bit. But Wes really did like the guy, and really liked working with him as well. He was an entirely competent and determined officer and it would be anyone�s privilege to be his partner.
Wes managed to tone down his own humour enough to process the line, and Spike poured them both a cup of horrendous police station coffee. After handing one cup to Wes, Spike retired with his own to the bench seats along the wall and struck up a conversation with a female officer already sitting there, waiting to get in to see the chief.
Spike had gotten as far as finding out that the young lady�s name was Faith, and that she was just starting out here after her brother had been killed by the drug dealers that he had been reliant upon for so long. She was out for payback, but she was a tight little number, and Spike thought for sure he�d give her a go. After all, he gave all the newbies a good go-round sooner or later, and this little hottie deserved to go the front of the line.
At least, that�s what he�d been thinking until he saw the man at the end of the processing line. Calling him a man was maybe exaggerating a bit, he couldn�t have been more than 20, but watching him fidget nervously while Wes obtained his personal information, watching him jump, just a little as Wes grabbed his shoulder to raise him up from the chair, watching him being shown down the hall and handed off to another officer� It just stirred something in him. He wanted to be the one touching the man, holding his hands behind his back. Wanted to make the man�s face twist in pleasure, and twist in pain, just slightly, as the man had done when Wes wrenched just a tad too hard on his wrist. He looked up at the man�s face, just as he was finished with the preliminary questions, and being directed to a holding room, and the man looked back at him. Their eyes met, for only a brief moment, but that moment was charged enough to light up Toronto for a week.
Spike had to find out about that man. Needed to know who he was, why he was here, how they could touch. Whatever happened, Spike knew he wouldn�t be able to relax until he had met face to face with that guy, and since he wasn�t likely to be held long, Spike had to move fast.
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�So, Mr. Murphy,� Spike asked as he paced outside the holding cell that housed the man, Liam Murphy, and three of the other men him and Wes had arrested earlier that night. �What exactly can you tell us about your good buddy Caleb?� Spike was trying really hard to put on his best �I�m a cop, don�t fuck with me voice�. And he knew he was probably failing. He was so bad at this part of the job. Forcing confessions wasn�t something he was good at. Even if the forcing wasn�t so much forcing as� delicate coercion. He sucked at discreet. He just couldn�t seriously sell something he didn�t� believe in. And while that was terrible for most cases, for the ones Spike was sure of, the ones that really mattered to him, he could get a confession out of anybody, as long as he believed it, as long as they were guilty. The thing now was that Spike honestly didn�t believe the young man knew anything.
The man in the cell mimicked Spikes actions, pacing back and forth across his cell, and answered, with no small amount of contempt, �I don�t know a damned thing, you asshole. I�ve barely spoken with the guy. Stupid son of a bitch hung out near St Mary�s. He�s bad news, sure. Everybody knows that, that�s why I tried to avoid the jerk,� he finished, directing his last comment to the floor.
Spike knew St. Mary�s was a common stop for people on living on the street. When the weather started to get cold they had no choice but to turn in somewhere warm for the night, even if most of them didn�t like the rules and curfew placed upon them in exchange.
Since he was a cop he had access to all the records from all the homeless shelters in the area, and he had done a bit of reading before his visit to the cell. He found that this Liam Murphy bloke, Angel as he went by on the street, had always obeyed the rules of the shelters, never been caught with any drugs, never even been seen high, so it was likely he was telling the truth about Caleb, about not really, knowing anything, and Spike would have to let him go.
In fact, if any other officer were in charge, Liam would have already been released, but Spike was looking for any opportunity to have him around, so was purposely a tad slower getting things done. Besides, of all of the people around when they busted Caleb, someone must have seen something. He had been there to meet with his supplier after all, so his supplier either was, or was seen by, one of the guys they had brought in.
�So you don�t know anything about his cocaine habit? Where he got the shit, where he sold it? What was really in it? Cause there were a good half dozen of you lot in the neighbourhood when we brought his sorry ass down, and we figure, someone�s got to know something. So, the first little piggy to squeal gets a free ride out of here.�
Not surprisingly, Angel held fast, remaining silent and giving Spike a vaguely dirty look, and moving over to seat himself on one of the benches along the inside of the cell.
The longer Spike had to look at Liam Murphy the more aroused he was likely to get. And since he had already been looking at him a while�
Spike shifted his body to the side in order to hide his erection, and strolled out of the holding facilities without a backward glance. Not a single guy in that holding cell had given him anything. He hadn�t really expected them to. Caleb was usually pretty good at covering his bases, but he had hoped. It was what he had hoped for that he felt bad about.
Sure, he hoped for some info on where the coke was coming from. It would be great to find out, to stop the source, to stop the influx of deadly drugs to the Toronto people, the children especially, but he was almost just as concerned with Liam. If he had some info, then Spike would be able to keep him, question him, look at him a little longer.
But he knew the drill. They would ultimately end up letting everyone go, save Caleb, and then they�d cut a deal with him to catch his supplier, and Caleb would get off with a slap on the wrist. It kind of made him sick.
So, inevitably, 12 hours later, Spike sat with Wes at the Timmie�s across the street from the Precinct, after a nap, shower and shave, both drinking coffee and eating shit donuts, talking about how they were going to nab the dealer known only as �The Thorn�. Like Spike had predicted, everyone had been released except Caleb, and he was talking. Saying anything he could, even things that weren�t true, which could become problematic, to save his sorry hide.
�So we don�t need to worry about any of those kids we�ve just arrested, Spike. Caleb will lead us to this Thorn fellow all on his own,� Wes concluded.
�Yeah, course,� Spike answered. �Shouldn�t be tough. We�ve done it a dozen times before. Beginner stuff really,� Spike said, and he meant it. All they had to do now was get Caleb to set up a meeting with the guy, lace the meeting sight with cops and take him down.
�Yes,� Wes responded, �too true Will. Provided everything goes according to plan at any rate. In fact I�ve already handed this case off to Booth. He has an excellent team and they are more than capable of finishing this up for us. And we, therefore will have no further reason to contact any of the witnesses,� he remarked pointedly. He knew Spike was likely to be upset about losing this case, and the chance for a really important bust. He had also not failed to notice that his partner was checking out one particular young man in the line up earlier.
Spike saw the sly look in his partner�s eye, and realised that he had been caught out. �Come on Wes,� Spike reasoned. �You know I�m a smart bloke, yeah? I�m not going to do anything stupid.�
�Oh, of course I know you�re smart, Spike. You�re a genius, if we�re testing for it. But I also know that you�d throw it all away for a pretty� face. And you really can�t afford that right now. Not when you�re up for promotion. You�ve already allowed your interest to cloud your judgement, keeping those boys longer than we had any right to.�
Spike sighed, and reached his had across the table to join his partners. �You�re right, mate. I�m not going to do anything stupid. You�ll keep me on the straight and narrow, yeah?� he asked, turning his charm up to full, even though Wes would have only needed a notch or two.
Once he was convinced that Wes was convinced he extracted himself from the conversation and headed home. Just his luck it was pouring rain out.
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He sat in his 4th floor flat towel drying his rain-soaked head and thinking of Wesley. That�s what he usually did after a shift, after a date, after knitting himself a doily. Wes was his best friend. Wes was a sexy damned son of a bitch, and for all his hetero talk, Spike knew he liked a bit of dick now and then. And Spike would have normally been happy to provide that for him, even if his friend had yet to take him up on the offer, but for some reason, just now, as he unbuttoned his sopping shirt letting it fall to messy pile on the floor, and opened the zipper on his pants he was only capable of thinking of that cursed Angel bloke, and he knew he wouldn�t be letting the thought go anytime soon.
He knew he�d be looking the man up, like Wes was afraid he�d do. And there was that thought of Wes again. Wes. Wes telling him to behave himself. Wes, wet from the rain and peeling off dripping, skin-tight clothing, scolding him for being a bad boy. Wes, scolding him and spanking him for being a bad boy, wearing only a tie and a pair of army boots. And okay, the thought of Wes was not as gone as he�d previously figured. He lay back on his bed, shimmied his pants down, took his prick into his hand, and pumped it, thinking of his partner as he had so many times before.
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Of course, he hadn�t been able to keep his mind from Liam for long. He had abused his power, just as Wes knew that he would, and staked out the streets just outside Liam�s shelter, waiting for the younger man to emerge.
Spike didn�t have to wait long. At half six, Liam left St. Mary�s, headed down the road for who knew what, but probably nothing that required the presence of a cop, and Spike knew that. Still he was there. Still he was watching Liam walk up the lane, across the street, and down the alley that Spike knew was often where dealers and hookers went to conduct business.
�Where do you think you�re going, pretty boy?� One of the boys in the alley asked.
Angel looked around desperately not wanted to get into a fight, and hoping he could talk his way out of it.
�Oh, I don�t think any of your friends are around here,� said the large black man, who seemed to be the leader of the group. �So I wouldn�t bother lookin�. We don�t want no drugs �round here, and if you and your boss know what�s good for you, you�ll get to steppin��.
Angel tensed up, not knowing what to do. He wasn�t selling drugs, never did, but he knew that Caleb had, so he figured he was in trouble. These guys must have seen him with Caleb at some point, walking in the same direction, talking to the same people, and thought they were together. He took a deep breath to get ready to tell the gang his side of the story, but didn�t get any farther than, �Listen, I know some people down here have been -� when he was abruptly cut off by one of the gang who had been hanging out at the side of the alley.
The guy jumped out on him from behind, knocking him to the ground, crashing an elbow to his face and squeezing his windpipe with a forearm. �I don�t think we heard you too well homie. Maybe you wanna tell us again what you know about those drugs?�
Angel tried to respond, if only to reiterate that he knew nothing, but the thug was cutting off his windpipe, and he couldn�t get anything out. He gasped several times, with no response from the man above him, and after several seconds he felt like he was going to pass out.
Once Spike had seen Liam being pushed to the ground it didn�t take long for him to make his own presence known in the alley. He didn�t even have to utter a word. Just stepped into the eerie light cast by the nearby streetlights, waved his police badge, and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. The bodies in the alley backed away from the cop and the stranger lying prone on the ground, but the leader was the only one to talk.
�Good,� he said. �The cops are here. Maybe you�ll do us all a favour and keep this block safe from creeps like him for a change,� he bit out, nodding his head in general direction of the man laying passed out in the dirt.
�Happy to keep people safe. That�s my job innit? Only maybe it�s not people like him I need to keep them safe from. This guy,� he indicated Liam, �was minding his own business, Till he came across you lot, and then he was fightin� for his life,� Spike said as he let his own accusations fly.
�Sorry �bout that man,� the leader said, looking vaguely ashamed at how far one of his people had taken things just now. �Just we know dudes he hangs with are pimpin� hard core all up and down this block here. We don�t want anyone we care about exposed to that shit, so we�re kind of wiling to do whatever it takes, yo.�
�What�s your name?� Spike asked.
The man scowled. �Name�s Gunn. All we�re doin� here is trying to keep the block safe for the people, man,� Gunn pleaded.
�I can see that Mr. Gunn,� Spike answered. �And I�m certainly not planning to arrest you lot, but we�ll have to see if sleeping beauty here feels like pressing charges when he wakes up. Me? I think you�re doin� a good thing, truly.�
He hauled Liam up so that the younger man had an arm wrapped around his shoulders, and his legs and back were supported by Spikes arms on either side. He turned to look at Gunn square in the eyes. �Just maybe try to tone down the violence a little, yeah? If you see anything you don�t think�s right, call the police. That�s what we�re for.�
�Sure man,� he nodded, motioning for the rest of his group to disperse so that the cop and the passed out dude could get though.
Spike was only slightly uneasy bringing an unconscious man home with him. An unconscious man who he seriously wanted to screw, and knew that he couldn�t. It would be unethical. Or would it?
Really Spike didn�t know what Wes should be so worked up about. Spike had been in this situation before. He was totally professional, he knew where to draw the line. It certainly wouldn�t be anything he couldn�t handle. Besides, what Spike was doing right now had nothing to do with work. He and Wes were off the Thorn case and Liam was no longer his suspect or witness. He could do what he liked with the bloke. �Course if he kept using his police privilege to stalk the guy� that might get him in a bit of trouble.
He made his cumbersome way back to his apartment, just a block and a half west of where he had plucked his Angel from the hands of neighbourhood watch. He lay the man gently down on his bed, and slowly, carefully, pulled off his boots, pants and jacket, all for his own comfort, mind. He decided to leave on the underwear, and t-shirt, to give his guest a modicum of privacy when he inevitably woke up in a strange place.
Once the younger man was settled in his bed, Will headed out toward the sofa, and made himself comfortable for the night. It wasn�t like he hadn�t done it before, and it really was pretty comfortable if you used enough pillows and comforters.

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