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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
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Chapter 5

Angel had spent most of the past 3 days trying to avoid his new roommate. He felt like such a jerk after what had happened on Monday night, and Lindsey hadn�t been too happy with him about it either.
Lindsey had gotten home less than an hour after Angel. Just enough time to drop Darla and Buffy off at their apartments and drive back to his own. It seemed like Angel�s abrupt departure had put a damper on the fun. He had come in demanding to know what was wrong with Angel, claiming that Buffy was traumatised, and she was such a nice girl, and what was Angel playing at.
It had taken him a while, but he managed to convince Lindsey that it had nothing to with him or his friends, Angel was just in a weird place, what with his life changing so much in such a short time, and he just wasn�t ready to start dating yet. He was a bit nervous about telling his best friend that maybe he was ready to date, just maybe not so much with girls.
He couldn�t help but admit to himself that if he was on that blanket by the bluffs with another slight blond, he would have been much more eager to see things to fruition. He was working again that night, and part of him hoped that the police officer would show up, even if it meant he had to watch him with somebody else the whole evening.
***
�So wot are we doin� tonight, mate?� Spike asked as he sat with his partner in a greasy diner finishing off their supper.
Their bust several days ago had been textbook. Nobody had been hurt, they successfully arrested several individuals for illegal firearms, and confiscated said firearms, 167 in total. 167 less guns on the street. 167 less guns to possibly harm innocent victims. They felt good about it. Still, it was hard knowing that their intended target was out there, selling destructive drugs to people as they sat there stuffing their faces and making merry plans for the evening.
Without a solid link back to the Thorn, Wesley and Spike were put back on the case and they had spent the past three days going over the list of witnesses to Caleb�s arrest trying to suss out who was most likely to have lied to them, and been in contact with the Thorn. They were slowly working their way through the list, eliminating some as suspects and marking others to be put under surveillance. Fortunately, or unfortunately for Spike, Liam Murphy was one of the first names crossed off the list of possible suspects.
After three tedious nights of surveillance duty they had a night off, and Spike was itching to have some fun. �You want to head back to that Caritas joint? Was a bit of alright, that place.�
Wesley smiled, agreeing, that yes, last Saturday had been quite nice. He hadn�t seen Willow since Sunday, but knew he�d better not call her for a date this evening, especially not to a club, when she had to get up early for school in the morning. Looked like it would just be a boy�s night out, then. �That sounds good. We could both do with a little release tonight, I�d wager.�
Spike lowered his head, raised his eyebrow and looked at his friend with a leer. �Thought you�d never ask, love.�
Wesley�s frown of confusion quickly turned into one of annoyance. �Very funny, Spike. You�ll just never quit, will you?�
Spike looked up at his friend, and said, seriously, �I�ll quit when you really, truly want me to Wes, and not a second before.�
Wesley swallowed and stood up, throwing money down on the table to pay for their meal. �Yes, well. We�d better get going.�
***
Marcus Hamilton waited nervously to be buzzed inside the filthy, graffiti-covered apartment building that the Thorn rented so that he had a place to conduct business. He waited for a full minute, and finally heard something mumbled over the intercom, which sounded vaguely like an invitation, followed by a loud buzz, and he entered the building.
He hated elevators, so on the long climb up 11 flights of stairs he had plenty of time to think about how Caleb�s recent arrest had things looking up for him. Thorn had never trusted Caleb, always thought he was stealing from him. Charging more than Thorn�s set price, not giving him all the money from the deals, pinching a little of the product before it was sold, that kind of thing.
So Marcus had been sent to check things out, spy on a deal and report back to the big man. He�d been chosen because Caleb had never seen him, wouldn�t be able to identify him, and connect him with the Thorn. And it was a damn good thing too. Once he had seen Caleb get arrested in the alley he got back to his boss as quickly as he could, once he had been released himself, to warn him about it. He was rewarded with a promotion. Marcus had been given all of Caleb�s clients, and was easily making twice the money he had been last week.
He was happy with his new station, and wanted to keep on his boss�s good side, which was why he was there, again, to warn him.
�Thought I wasn�t supposed to see your ugly fuckin� chop until Saturday,� mumbled a voice from the dark, as Marcus opened the door.
He glanced around, knowing better than to turn on the light, and instead closed the door behind him and gave his eyes a minute to adjust as much as they could, and crossed to sit on a chair at the kitchen table. �Yeah, well something�s come up.�
�Up, up, up. Something�s always fuckin� UP! What is it?� asked the phantom voice from somewhere behind him.
Marcus shivered inwardly. This place really freaked him out. �The cops think one of their witnesses knows more than they�re saying.�
�Yeah,� whispered the voice, �you do.� A pause and then he saw a hand grab the back of the chair he was sitting on. �Are you being followed?�
Marcus was a little bit afraid to answer, but being less than honest here would likely get him killed. �I was. I mean, maybe I still am, but not now. Not tonight. I checked, honest. I�ve been really careful.�
He heard a sigh and the hand disappeared. �But I�m not the only one. I know some of those guys from St. Mary�s and I�ve seen the cops watching them, talking to them. What if one of them saw something, or knows something, and talks? I�m just trying to warn you so we can plan ahead. Keep out of trouble.�
�So, what are you standin� around suckin� my dick for? Go find out if any of �em�s got shit on us. If the pigs are talkin� to �em we should be too. If we get to �em first, we can shut their fuckin� mouths up. Now fuck off, I�ve got to laundry to do. My cats fuckin� hate it when there�s no clean towels.�
�Sure,� Marcus answered, cautiously as he got up and exited the apartment, closing the door behind him. He was almost to the stairwell when the door opened and he heard his boss shout, �And get rid of that fuckin� shirt! I fuckin� hate orange.�
***
Spike and Wes stood outside Caritas waiting to be let in. The line wasn�t very long, but it still looked like a pretty good crowd. Wes spared a moment to wish that his new lady friend could be with him tonight, then looked at Spike, and thought of Faith, and was glad that things were as they were.
Still, they hadn�t talked about it at all and he had to ask, �So, Spike, you never did say. What happened with the lovely Miss Faith, and will she be joining us this evening?� He knew he didn�t need to ask, that Spike was almost incapable of dating the same person twice, but something in him wanted to hear the answer.
Spike looked towards the club entrance, under the pretence of gauging how much longer they had to wait and answered, �You know what happened and you know she wont be joinin� us.�
Wesley frowned. It was rather uncharacteristic of his best friend not to give him all the sordid details whether he wanted to hear them or not, and to see him dismiss the whole thing was somewhat unsettling. �Is everything alright, Will?�
Spike wasn�t sure if it was. All those thoughts of that stupid kid were clouding his judgement. A casual hook-up didn�t really hold the appeal that it once had, and he desperately hoped that he�d get over this soon, that he wasn�t turning soft. He smiled at his partner and answered, �Sure, Wes, yeah. Everything�s fine. Just tired is all, working too hard. Need to let off some steam. Tonight�ll do us good.�
Wesley was less than convinced, but hated to see his friend so despondent, and he resolved that they would indeed let off some steam and have a great time.
Spike noted the decisive look on his friend�s face and met the unspoken pledge. Yes, they would both forget about real life for the night and have fun. He would forget about Liam. And if he happened to catch sight of a certain busboy who just happened to resemble the object of his most recent obsession, and if he just happened to take that busboy home, well, that would be therapeutic. Maybe he could fuck his obsession away.
***
Angel had put in two hours in the kitchen and when he was asked again to bus tables he had to stop himself from physically jumping at the opportunity. He went to the dining room first, cleaning the tables at lightening speed, then hurried into the barroom. He took his time with a couple of tables, scanning to the room for any signs of the platinum blond hunk.
He was being ridiculous. He knew that. The cop had been a jerk to him that day at the station, the one and only time they had spoken. Add to that the fact that he had run away like a pussy without so much as a word when he�d been given a safe place to sleep off his concussion for the night and he wasn�t sure what they were going to say to each other if they did meet again.
Not that they would. Angel knew it was unlikely that the man would show up there that night and all his excited nervousness was no doubt for nothing. He let out a private chuckle and shook his head, chastising himself, loading a final glass onto his tray.
When Angel looked up to head back to the kitchen was when he saw him. Not dancing this time. Sitting at the bar, drink in front of him, head bowed suspiciously close to another man�s as they talked, quietly.
He stood there for a moment, watching, stark blond hair drawing his attention and not letting go. Though he couldn�t hear the discussion between the two men, he was mesmerized by it. He saw the other man lean in almost imperceptibly closer for a fraction of a second, then pull back to take a sip of his drink. The blond did the same and the spell holding Angel in place was broken. He shivered and took his tray back to the kitchen.
***
An hour later when Angel made his second round of clearing tables that night and entered the barroom, it was to see the blond officer dancing. Not with the same woman as last time, and he wasn�t sure if he thought that was a good thing or not. He tried to look away, tried not to notice the seductive sway of narrow hips, the suggestive thrusting and flexing of a tight, perfect ass, cradled snugly in tight black jeans. Tried not to be aroused by the way the man�s hands were moving across the woman�s back and shoulders and arms. Tried no to wish it was him in her place when he leant down, brushed her hair out the way, and kissed her softly on the side of her neck.
Eventually Angel pulled his eyes away from the display, wondering what happened to the man the cop had been with. He looked back to the bar, to find him in the same place he had been sitting seemingly all night, staring with rapt attention at the same couple on the dance floor as Angel himself had been.
He once again headed back to the kitchen this time detouring slightly to get a better look at the man at the bar. As he shuffled in beside the man to pick up a couple of glasses on the bar, he turned his head slightly to smile, using the pretence to check him out. When the man looked back Angel�s smile dropped and he quickly extracted himself from between the barstools and all but ran back to the kitchen.
Once he was close enough to get a good look, Angel had recognised the man as the police officer who had originally questioned him at the station; the blond cop�s partner. He only hoped that the guy didn�t recognise him. He wasn�t sure why, but he didn�t want the blond knowing that he was working at Caritas. If he knew maybe he would stop coming, and Angel wouldn�t get to see him dance anymore.
***
Wesley, of course, did immediately recognise Liam Murphy. He quickly glanced back to his partner to make sure he hadn�t noticed the boy, but Spike seemed just as wrapped up in young lady he was currently mating with as he had been moments ago. He let out a small puff of air in relief, and turned back to his drink. He was certainly not going to be telling Spike about this.
***
Several dances later, mind still wandering, cock still soft, throat suddenly dry, Spike excused himself from Mindy, or Mandy, or Miffy or whatever her name was and headed back to the bar, back to Wes, to get another drink.
He�d been looking for the busboy, but hadn�t seen him as yet. Misty had been nice. So had all the other girls, and one or two boys who had offered to keep him company that night, but as much as he tried to let loose and have his usual good time, his mind kept going back to Liam, and the look-a-like Caritas employed.
Spike arrived back at the bar, nodded to Wes, and signalled one of the bartenders.
***
Lindsey finished mixing up some fruity drink that he would refuse to admit he knew existed, let alone how to make, and handed it off to the pretty brunette with a wink and a smile in exchange for the cost plus a generous tip. He put away the bottle of peach schnapps and saw the blond man he�d been noticing all night waving him over for an order.
He�d noticed the man here last weekend too, and he seemed to have no shortage of admirers, both male and female, and seemed to revel in it. He put on his best �come hither� face as he always did in search of greater tips, and asked, �What�ll it be, stud?�
The blond man chuckled. �You�re funny. I like that. The Mrs, and I here need another round. What�ll in be sweetie? Cosmos? Manhattans?�
The brunet next to him narrowed his eyes and turned to Lindsey requesting, �Beer. Two please.�
Lindsey couldn�t help but look at the blond and return his smile. Then he looked back at the brunet. �Coming right up Ma�am,� he answered, as he winked at the blond and was rewarded with a full out laugh while he filled up two pint glasses full of the same draught they�d been drinking earlier.
He put the glasses down on the table and watched the blond put down a $20 and say �keep the change�. He watched the brunet scowl at his friend, and the blond turn back putting his arm around his �lady� mumbling reassurances as another group at the other side of the bar signalled their readiness to order and he headed their way.
***
�What�s the matter, darling?� Spike asked facetiously. �You�re not upset are you? You know I hate it when you get all frigid.�
Wesley shoved Spike�s arm away forcefully, and replied, �Enough Spike! I know you just can�t enough attention, no matter the cost, but I like my privacy. If you�ll leave me out of your little pranks I�d be forever grateful.�
Spike saw that his friend was less than impressed with his behaviour and dropped the act. �Come on Wes. It�s just a bit of fun, yeah? Don�t get so worked up.�
At the genuine look of apology on Spike�s face Wesley knew he wouldn�t be staying angry for long. He sighed. �Fine Spike. I�m ecstatic that you�ve announced to the entire staff at what seems to be our new hang out that I�m your bitch.� He took another drink. �Now unless you want to go find Maggie and escort her home, or to your home, or what have you, I think I�ve had enough. So if you�re ready to go��
Spike nodded, truly repentant. He was only trying to goof around, not to hurt feelings. Especially not Wesley�s. �I just need to hit the little boy�s room, and then we�ll be on our way.� Spike got up to leave the bar, then looked back. �Unless you want to join me?� he asked with a characteristic leer that put Wes at ease instantly.
�I�ll meet you at the door in a few minutes, Spike,� Wesley answered. He watched his partner make his drunken way to the lavatory, and got up to go fetch their jackets and wait by the door.
***
Angel still had 20 minutes left in his break. He had ravenously devoured a cheeseburger, and chased it with a tall glass of water and now wandered the bar watching the customers enjoy themselves, waiting for the second half of his shift to start.
He found himself once again drawn to the barroom to seek out his crush. He found him at the bar, again close to the other police officer, and something in the way they talked and touched and looked at each other told him that maybe he had been wrong before when he assumed the guy was straight. He watched the two men order another drink from his roommate, and once they were finished watched the blond and brunet head off in different directions.
Angel really did have to piss. He wasn�t just pretending he did, so that he could move in the same direction as the cop. He walked past the dance floor, and down the hall to the washroom, entering and quickly relieving himself at a urinal without looking around, washing his hands and exiting to the hallway again.
His mind was elsewhere, and it was very dark, so he wasn�t surprised when he bumped into someone standing just outside the men�s room. He looked up to apologise for his clumsiness just as the man looked back toward him, and he stopped, caught in the same set of eyes he had been dreaming about for over a week. Both men froze, time their master for several heartbeats, and suddenly Angel found himself shoved back against the wall outside the men�s room in a blink, one of the cop�s hands pinning down his shoulder, the other raised hesitantly. Slowly, the second hand descended on his head, fingers gently caressing his forehead, running through his hair. Suddenly they gripped the back of his neck harshly and he was pulled forward, lips pressed violently to those of the blond.
Angel couldn�t help but respond, tongue breaking through his lips to push though his aggressor�s, licking the other man�s teeth, and finally, when the mouth attacking his opened, to tangle his tongue with that of the impossibly sexy man before him.
After a few seconds Angel became more comfortable with things, and moaned into the kiss as he lifted one of his legs to wrap it around the cop�s waist. He felt the blond�s answering moan and thrust of his hips up and into his own groin, felt the fingers through his hair, felt the kiss on his neck as he had only imagined earlier that night.
Then, suddenly the other man pulled back.
***
Spike suddenly realised where he was and what he was doing and pulled back from the gorgeous willing boy beneath him. He knew he shouldn�t be doing this, period, let alone in a very public place. �Listen, kid. I�� he began, but cut himself off when he heard a noise and turned to catch a man standing a few feet away pretending to look past them toward the bar, but Spike knew better.
He looked back to Liam. �Look, this isn�t�. I didn�t� I�ve got to go. I�m sorry.� He sounded sincere in his apology, and moved to leave, glancing at the man in the hallway as he walked past and straight away he recognised him. Hamilton. They�d kept tabs on the kid for a few days after releasing him, but their efforts didn�t turn anything up. They had thought he knew nothing, thought he was harmless. Spike reconsidered that now. The man had definitely been looking at them, and trying to appear as if he wasn�t, and if he was watching either him or Liam chances were there was a reason, and he wanted to know what it was. Time to put a watch back on the guy.
He met Wes outside and couldn�t bring himself to tell him what had happened just yet. He needed some time for himself, to process what had gone on. Resolved to tell him tomorrow, he let his partner help him into his jacket and blew him off, kindly. �Thanks, Wes. Think I�ll take me own cab home. Need a good night�s sleep, I do.�
�You sure?� Wes asked. �You know you�re always welcome at my place.�
�S�alright, mate. Like I said, could really do with a good sleep in me own bed.�
A drunken Spike had never before turned down the chance to cuddle with a drunken Wesley, and he had a hard time believing it. Wes blinked. �Of- of course. Yes, you should.. sleep.�
A taxi pulled up then and Spike got in. He looked up at his friend, cab door still open, words forming on his lips, but he couldn�t complete them, and neither was sure what they were. Wes had a feeling he knew what Spike�s problem was, but he couldn�t bring himself to say it. Instead he leaned down and kissed Spike chastely on the lips. Pulling back he said, �Call me tomorrow.�
Spike smiled and shut the door, the taxi speeding off.
Call me tomorrow? God, what was that? That�s not what he�d meant at all. He could have said so many things. �I know you saw him, and it�s okay�, �meeting him again isn�t the end of the world�, �we both know it�s impossible, and I�m here for you�, �I love you; please chose me instead�.
But he knew he couldn�t really have said any of those things. He wouldn�t have been telling Spike anything he didn�t already know. Instead of dwelling on it, he got into his own taxi and headed home.
***
Hamilton stood again in the lobby of the Thorn�s business apartment waiting to tell him what he had seen that night. He was not looking forward to it.
He went through the ritual buzzing in, climb up the stairs, evasive chat in the creepy apartment and command to change something about himself, this time his nose for the love of God, and emerged thankfully in one piece.
He had told his boss that he had followed the cops and seen the blond talking with the kid, Liam, in the hallway at the dance club, and when they noticed he was there, the cop took off. He had also mentioned two other kids that the pair had talked with in the past week. The conversations had been enough evidence for them both to decide that the kids knew too much. After all, the police wouldn�t be wasting their time with the boys if they had nothing to give them.
It was left to him to round up these guys and do whatever he had to do, to make sure they didn�t talk.
***
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