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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 8
Spike woke up Sunday morning on his living room sofa. It didn�t take him long to realise why he was there, and quickly checked the bedroom. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Liam laying there, in his bed, sleeping soundly.
He moved quietly out of the room and through the hall, trying not the wake the sleeping man just yet, deciding to let him get a few more minutes rest and went to the kitchen to get some breakfast together.
Spike was by no means a master chef, so breakfast for him consisted of coffee, pop tarts, toaster waffles, and microwave bacon. He set the feast in motion, and leaned back against the kitchen counter, topless and clad in only plaid flannel pyjama bottoms and waited for the tell tale pings of various kitchen appliances.
***
The smell of freshly brewed coffee permeating the apartment roused Angel from his slumber. He stretched and groaned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes and headed down the hallway to the kitchen where he saw a shirtless Spike and a table full of food.
He walked hesitantly into the kitchen, fully clad in t-shirt and shorts, and stopped in front of the older man. �Is there anything I can help with?� he asked as he looked around at the food being prepared.
Spike tried not to notice how good the kid looked just out of bed and answered, �Sure, you can grab a couple of mugs from the cupboard, there. Coffee�s almost done.�
Angel nodded and moved to reach up, just as Spike moved to open a drawer directly under the mug cupboard. Angel froze, front stretched out against the back of the blond, who was bent slightly, equally frozen by the moment. Angel couldn�t resist pressing forward a fraction to increase the slight contact.
Spike literally jumped and moved off to the side in an attempt to escape the attention. He turned to look at Liam with an expression of reproach, and carefully extracted the waffles from the toaster placing them on the table along with the pop tarts and the bacon. He nodded back up at the cupboard and said, �mugs?� as he brought over the coffee canister and apple juice from the fridge.
Angel grabbed the mugs and placed them on the table, but was too embarrassed to make any other movement besides looking down at his sock feet. Spike must have noticed this, because as he placed sugar and milk on the table he looked at him and said, �Relax luv. Sit. Eat something. Don�t need you wastin� away on me.�
Angel sat and ate, feeling like an idiot the whole time. He wanted to say something. To tell Spike that he hadn�t meant it, or maybe tell him that he had, and wait to see what would happen, but he couldn�t say anything. Instead he kept his head down and his mouth full, and waited until Spike finished and got up from the table.
�Need to shower and get dressed,� Spike said as he loaded up the dishwasher. �Take your time, finish up. There�s more in the fridge if you want it.�
�Thanks,� Angel answered as he watched Spike move down the hall. He soon heard the sound of the shower spray and couldn�t help but imagine what was going on across the apartment. His breakfast was entirely forgotten as he imagined a wet, soap covered Spike under the spray, hands roaming freely across his own solid body, working up the lather, and relaxing the muscles, until finally Angel couldn�t take it anymore and he reached into his shorts to rub his hand along his shaft in rhythm with his imagination.
It wasn�t long before he had to desperately grab at the tissue box to garner something that could catch his mess as he shot long and hard imagining Spike�s hand on him, instead of his own.
***
In the washroom, Spike wasn�t really having an easier time. He hadn�t had his clothes off for five seconds before he was in the shower and desperately humping his own fist to thoughts of Liam. Liam on his knees, sweet mouth around Spikes cock. Liam on his stomach, tight arse clenching around him. Liam in the corner, watching, as he fucked Wes hard and fast up against the shower wall�
He erupted with a stilted cry, shooting arcs of sperm into the tub, watching them rinse down the drain with the water.
He dropped his hold on his cock, disgusted with himself and shut off the shower, stepping out to dry himself off. He walked the few feet to his bedroom naked, knowing that the kid would still be in the kitchen, and got dressed before heading back to Liam.
Having thrown away the offending tissue Angel sat finishing up his breakfast, and looked up as Spike came down the hall. His cock involuntarily twitched again, and he sucked in a breath, but tried not to let on that he was impressed by the look.
�Bit overdressed for a day of football on the tube, don�t ya think?� he asked trying to sound casual.
Spike, slightly self conscious at the scrutiny, subconsciously moved his hands down his sides to smooth out an imaginary wrinkle in his suit jacket, then shot a hand up to adjust his tie, and another to smooth out his hair.
Spike mumbled something incoherent, and Angel got up to put the uneaten food away before asking, �You�re going where?�
�Church, mate,� Spike said, clearly. ��M goin� to church. I try to go whenever I can and I�m thinking, this week, I�ve got a lot of sins to pray for.� He looked directly at Angel before moving toward the door saying, �Don�t leave the apartment. I�ll be back in an hour or so,� before exiting through the door and leaving Angel alone.
***
The first thing Wesley felt when he woke up in the morning was happy. The second, third and fourth things were soft hair tickling his nose, smooth skin under his hand and a warm body snuggled closely to his front.
He moved his head forward to place a soft kiss on Willow�s neck and he felt her push back against him and pull his arm tighter around her. He smiled and whispered, �Good morning,� into her ear, giving it a nip before he put his head back down on the pillow.
Willow grinned and rolled over in Wesley�s arms so she could place light kisses across his face and then nestled into the crook of his neck. �Mmm. Yeah, really good. Can we just stay in bed all day?�
Wesley was fairly humming with joy at the thought of spending the whole day with this remarkable woman as he ran his fingers back and forth across her arm and pressed his lips to her forehead. �We can do whatever you want, darling.�
***
Sighing in frustration Spike placed a bookmark inside his novel and put it down on the table, giving up on it. He had been reading the same paragraph for the last half an hour and couldn�t seem to keep focused. He glanced at Liam, who sat on the sofa watching the Argos get trounced, and thought about joining him but wanted to give Wes a call first.
Opting for some privacy, he grabbed up the portable phone and took it with him to the bedroom. He noticed Liam hadn�t bothered to make the bed, so he righted the pillows and plopped down on the bed before making the call.
Wesley answered on the third ring sounding way too relaxed. �Hello?,� the sedate, somewhat dreamy voice drifted out through the tinny earpiece.
�You got lucky, you bastard!� Spike enthused.
�Good morning to you too, Spike.�
�It�s afternoon, pet. Almost dinner even,� Spike pointed out, grinning madly.
Wesley glanced at the clock by his bed. 4:30pm. Hmm. Willow had left over an hour ago, and after seeing her into a cab he had gone back to bed and just drifted happily in a state of half sleep until the phone rang.
�So it is. Perhaps I should get up and prepare some food,� he mused, more to himself than to answer Spike.
�You still in bed then pet?� Spike asked slyly, scooting down on the bed to get a little more comfortable. �What are you wearing?�
This was a little game they sometimes played. Spike would ask, and Wes would reply honestly, completely matter-of-factly that he was wearing a t-shirt and his faded jeans, or a short sleeved button down and a pair of chinos, or his Care Bear pyjamas, and effortlessly change the subject.
This time though, none of those things was true, and as he was feeling especially good today, he kept to the spirit of honesty and replied, �I�m not dressed, Spike. I�ve only got on a pair of those tight little briefs that you always tell me you imagine I�d look so good in. What are you wearing?�
Spike couldn�t believe it. That Willow bird was definitely a good influence. Somehow as he listened to Wes talk, his mind creating a vivid picture to go along with the words, the thought struck him that he was laying in the bed that Liam had slept in last night, would sleep in again that night. He felt himself begin to harden and let out a small groan. �Right now � sweats, but give me a minute.�
Wesley laughed out loud. �It�s quite alright. Don�t go to any trouble.� He sobered slightly as he remembered he wasn�t entirely thrilled with Spike at the moment and asked, �How have things been going for you since last night?�
�Been fine, I s�pose. Keeping out of trouble. Hardly even been talkin� to the kid.�
�I didn�t mean� Spike I�m through lecturing you about this. You�ll do what you like anyway, and really it�s not my business.�
Wesley�s words and the short tone they were delivered in made Spike�s heart sink. �Course it�s your business, Wes,� he said quietly. �We�re friends. I care what you think. Care about you.� He waited for Wesley to respond, but heard only tense silence.
Spike sighed. �Alright pet, I�d better let you go get your supper sorted. See you tomorrow.�
�Tomorrow,� Wes replied, hanging up the phone, his previous good mood evaporating.
***
Spike and Angel sat side by side on the living room sofa, entranced by the big screen in front of them, sharing a bowl of popcorn between them. The football game had ended and neither man had felt much like sleeping, so they decided to watch a movie.
Good robots Bill and Ted had just knocked the heads clean off of evil robots Bill and Ted, when Angel laughed and spoke.
�This movie is so stupid.�
�And you�re just figuring that out now? We could have watched something else. Loads of channels to choose from.�
�No, I like it. But it�s stupid. It�s one of those movies that you can watch and just let your brain shut off for a while, ya know?�
�Yeah,� Spike agreed, �Plus Keanu Reeves is really hot.� They shared a laugh, some of the tension between them seeming to fade. Spike got up to bring the empty popcorn bowl to the kitchen and grab himself another glass of water. �You want anything while I�m up pet?�
Angel replied in the negative, so Spike returned with only his own glass and sat back down next to Angel, thighs almost touching. He knew he was sitting a little too close for the rules of decency to allow, but he couldn�t help himself. He felt Liam�s leg twitch slightly to bring it into contact with his, and they both froze.
Spike took a deep breath, and settled back against the couch to watch the rest of the movie, trying to keep his thoughts on the screen, but didn�t fail to notice that Liam had not moved his leg back to his own side where it belonged. If the kid didn�t watch it he would not be responsible for his actions.
Angel let another minute pass by, planning his next move. He knew this was wrong. Spike was in a relationship, and he really wanted to respect that, and leave him alone, but he didn�t think that he physically could. His body seemed to be drawn to the man, completely ignoring his brain, and he was tired of fighting it.
He casually slid over so that they were seated together, legs pressing firmly from waist to knee. At least, he thought it had been a casual slide. That illusion was shattered when Spike turned to him with a smirk and said, �You really haven�t had much practice at this, have you pet?�
�I-� Angel stuttered. �What? What are you talking about?�
Spike chuckled. �Oh, come off it. We both know what,� he told him with a knowing look.
Angel hung his head, not wanting Spike to see his face. �Sorry. You just looked� and I thought� And hey!� he suddenly shouted, looking up. �You started it! You�re the one who kissed me first at Caritas.� He couldn�t believe Spike was getting upset with him, when it was Spike�s fault this whole stupid infatuation had started.
Spike laughed. Hard. And then slowly, very slowly, so that Angel would see it coming and have time to stop it if he wanted, leaned forward to join their lips together. The resulting kiss was slow and hesitant and delicate. Nothing like their previous ones, and Spike felt a flutter from somewhere inside his chest, instead of the one he usually got in his groin when he was engaging in this type of activity.
Angel accepted the kiss, not trying for anything more, feeling somewhat nervous that Spike wouldn�t find his moves satisfactory and laugh at him again. They continued, just kissing for several minutes and when he felt Spike begin to shift on the couch, pushing against him, directing him to lay down, Angel pulled back and pushed him away.
�I�m sorry,� Spike said. �Didn�t mean to make you uncomfortable. We�ll just watch the movie, yeah?�
�No. No, it�s not that. I�m not uncomfortable. Far from it,� he snickered to himself. �It�s just� god, what a time for my conscience to kick in. What about your boyfriend?�
Spike pulled back, shocked, and Angel almost laughed at the look of puzzlement on his face. �My what?�
�Boyfriend? You know, your �partner�. What�s his name? Wes?�
Spike couldn�t figure why the kid would think he and Wes were together, but smiled as an evil thought occurred to him. He decided to have a little fun and said, leaning closer, �Don�t worry �bout him, baby. He really gets off on this kind of thing. Once I tell him how hot you were, he won't be able to keep his hands off me. Oh, fuck, the things he�ll do to me��
Spike laughed again at Angel�s expression of shocked outrage and took pity on him. �You are a true riot, you are.� His expression levelled out and he continued, ��M only teasing. Wes isn�t my boyfriend. Don�t know why you thought he was, but he�s not. Haven�t had a real of those in some time. Girlfriend either.�
Angel looked dubious so Spike tried to smooth things over. �Really. That was in poor taste, luv and I�m sorry. I�m a bad, mean man and I�ll never do it again.� He finished off with a pout, knowing that a very few people were strong enough to resist the tactic.
A less than pleasant feeling had settled into Angel�s stomach. It wasn�t that he didn�t believe Spike; he did. It just seemed like everything he had done or said that night had been funny to the guy. And not in the sense of Spike laughing with him. It felt almost like Spike was playing with him, only he didn�t know the rules or even what the game was.
When Spike pouted at him, he softened a little. When he ran a hand lightly across his knee, his heart sped up. And when Spike stuck out his tongue slightly and slowly glided it over his own top lip, Angel leaned forward and kissed him.
This time Angel allowed Spike to push him down on the couch and even made a small sound of encouragement when Spike climbed on top, pressing their bodies together. Spike continued to kiss him, and Angel continued to respond, and pretty soon they were an indistinguishable tangle of arms and legs and lips.
Spike had found his way to lying between Angel�s legs, and Angel had wrapped those legs around Spike�s waist. They didn�t stop the kissing or the touching as they ground against each other, encouraged by their own erections, each feeling an answering hardness in the other.
It was when Spike let go of his mouth for a moment and pulled back slightly so that he had space to reach a hand down to open Angel�s pants, that enough oxygen returned to Angel�s brain and he put a hand to Spike�s chest to stop him.
This didn�t feel anything like it had with Buffy. This was incredible. This sent a tingle all the way down to his toes. This was right. But he wasn�t sure he was ready for it, and he hoped that Spike understood. At Spike�s concerned look he really thought he should say something, but his mouth didn�t seem to be working.
�Something wrong, pet?� Spike asked, apprehension and unease filling him.
Angel tried to answer, but no sound came out. He tried again. �No. I, it�s just� I�m not ready for that. If that�s okay?�
Spikes expression softened and he truly felt bad for this kid, feeling he had to ask if the way he felt was okay. He gave him one more chaste kiss on the lips and sat up, pulling Liam with him. �Course it�s okay. I�m beat anyway,� he said hoping to unburden Liam of some of his guilt. �Need to get up for work tomorrow.�
Angel smiled at him, grateful that he had understood, and not pressed for more. �Guess I better get out of your bed then.� He got up and walked to the bedroom saying, �Good night, Spike.�
�Good night, Liam,� came the soft reply.
***
Wesley had been sitting at his office desk since six o�clock in the morning. He hadn�t been able to get the recent tension between him and Will off of his mind, and it was making him physically ill as a result.
He had gotten up in the middle of the night because of unsettling dreams he couldn�t remember upon waking, and was sorely tempted to call Willow. Things had been so much better when she had been with him. Of course he knew that he couldn�t; it was four in the morning, so he got up, got ready and went to work.
Oh, he hadn�t been working. He didn�t have the concentration for that. Instead he sat, staring alternately between the open file of Marcus Hamilton on his desk, the telephone and the door, waiting for Will to arrive.
At just past nine he caught sight of a body in front of his desk and looked up from the stack of post-its that had recently become incredibly interesting. His gaze flowed up from the hips to the stomach� and to the hand holding a small bouquet of daises? What?
The hand moved the flowers aside to reveal an exaggeratedly innocent expression on his partner�s face. The flowers were then gently extended toward him as he watched one eyebrow rise on the heartbreakingly beautiful face, and he took them and smiled without a word.
He knew it wasn�t really an apology. He knew that really, Spike had nothing to apologise to him for. He also knew that this meant Spike knew he had fucked up, and would continue to fuck up, but that he desperately hoped this ridiculous gesture would help to mend the recent rift between them.
He watched Spike watching him as he shook his head and put the flowers down at the foot of his desk, where they wouldn�t be visible to passers by. He watched Spike frown, and gave him a half smile, half shrug and was suddenly enveloped in a hug that nearly cut off his circulation.
Wesley returned the hug briefly, allowing himself a small moment to breathe in and enjoy, and then patted Spike on the back in a manly fashion to let him know that the message had been received.
Once Spike had pulled back and Wesley had had a chance to clear his head he gave his partner an important message. �Travers wants to see you in his office.�
Spike had to mentally switch gears, so it took him a minute for the implications of Wes�s statement to come through. Then terror settled deep in his gut. He rapidly tried to drum up explanations in his mind as to why their boss would only want to see him instead of the pair, and was able to come up with only one conclusion.
He was going to be sacked. Travers had somehow found out about him losing Hamilton, or Liam staying with him, or any of the other ways he had fucked up this case, and he was going to be sacked.
�Now?� he asked, nervous and hoping for a little more time to pull himself together.
�Now,� Wes agreed morosely. �He�s waiting for you.�
Wesley hid his smile as he watched Spike huff out a breath, set his shoulders, and say, �Right. Into the lion�s den then,� and walk off to meet their boss.

***

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