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EmC Fic: Stray Strangers (PG-15ish)

Ok, so Here is my Ficathon entry, Hope you enjoy. :D

Title: Stray Stranger
Author: Emella
Rating: PG-15ish
Pairing: Will/Liam, Spike/Xander.
Summary: Human AU, written for my EmC ficathon. For jameschick.
Song: “We Might as Well Be Strangers” by Keane

Notes: I had a hard time with communicating what I wanted from this song, so I hope this version fits. :) Cassy asked for S/X or S/A, any genre or rating.
Notes#2: Thanks to outsideth3box for the quick beta! :D
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything but the plot.

Tell me what you think. :) Thanks!


"We Might As Well Be Strangers"

I don't know your face no more
Or feel the touch that I adore
I don't know your face no more
It's just a place I'm looking for
We might as well be strangers in another town
We might as well be living in a different world
We might as well
We might as well
We might as well

I don't know your thoughts these days
We're strangers in an empty space
I don't understand your heart
It's easier to be apart

We might as well be strangers in another town
We might as well be living in a another time
We might as well
We might as well
We might as well be strangers
Be strangers

For all I know of you now
For all I know of you now
For all I know of you now
For all I know


They had a routine. Every morning Liam was up at 5, showering, shaving, and out the door by 7 to ‘save the day’ and put out office fires. Every morning Will woke up when Liam kissed him goodbye, then he rolled over and went back to sleep.

They had lived in New York for 9 years, Liam climbing the corporate ladder, and Will… well, not.

In the beginning it was fine and dandy. Liam was stuck somewhere in the middle of an office, and Will was doing his thing. He’d started out at NYC with Liam, but an early internship for Liam, and Will was alone in his classes. For a while he spent his time finishing with classes, and then he spent some time teaching them. A lack of need for two English Poetry professors and Will was out of a job. That was three years ago.

For a year Will looked for a new job, he spent his spare time working with charities, at the gay and lesbian alliance; being a good Samaritan and all that. Meanwhile Liam became a CEO.

Another year and still no work. They moved into a nicer apartment and got a cat. Liam became a Junior Vice President.

Last year the drinking started.

Will typically slept until well into the afternoon, usually hung over, sometimes drugged.

Liam spent at least 12 hours at the office and the maid only came twice a week; thus leaving Will to his own devices.

Their routine was boring and dull and Will thought Liam might even be cheating on him. Their sex life was non-existent and when they had time to fool around, they were usually interrupted by work.

One night, another night Liam was working late, Will decided to go out. His friends had long given up hope on dragging him out for fun, or away from the booze and pain killers, so Will left alone.

The first bar was seedy and in a bad neighborhood. Will had a couple drinks and told everyone his name was Spike. Hey, his old nickname sounded tough, why not use it for a night?

After a few shots and a beer it was time for the next bar. Disentangling himself from a game of pool with some bikers he decided his next stop would be a local gay bar. Back before midnight work-calls, and Vicodin chasers Liam and Will often hung out at the club. Those times were better; less bogged down, when they were still young.

At 30, they weren’t exactly old, but they were a lot less carefree. Of the few occasions Will saw Liam for longer than an hour, it usually had to do with business or money.

When Will sat down, the bartender immediately slid him his drink. This was before he’d ordered.

“Uh, hey, I didn’t order this.” Will pushed the drink away.

“I know.” He turned to face Will and smiled. “But most anybody who comes in here has a drink, or they don’t know what to drink. My job is to know what they need, get them what they want.”

“Really, mate?” Spike smiled at him. The bartender wasn’t bad looking, late twenties, dark hair, puppy-dog eyes, and a cute smile. “So tell me, what do I want?” Great, so he was flirting. Will sighed and downed the drink as fast as possible. Well if there was ever a time to start…

“Whoa, well you look like a JD kinda guy, so if the glove fits…” He smiled.

Spike grinned up at the man through his lashes, “’Name’s Spike, what about you?”

“Xander.” Xander held out his hand. “You don’t come by here, you new in town?”

“Nah, just out stretchin’ my legs I guess you could say.” Spike smiled as Xander poured him another drink.

Xander smiled slightly in confusion before turning to fill another customer’s request.

Spike nursed his drink this time, savoring it as he scanned the crowd. Young able bodies were thriving on the dance floor, but Spike didn’t much feel like dancing.

After 15 minutes of his best, ‘I’m bored someone come and play…’ look, and not one offer to dance Spike was starting to wonder whether he still had it.

He sighed and took a swig of his drink before turning at Xander’s voice:

“Hey, my shift’s over in 20, you wanna maybe have a drink after?” Xander smiled at him.

Spike smirked, yeah, he still had it.


Forty-five minutes later and Spike was pressed up against the backroom of the club, Xander’s tongue down his throat.

A hand on his shoulder and a mouth at his neck and he was remembering. With each lick or grope he remembered the first time Liam had ever touched him.

Teenage punks, Angel and Spike, drinking, fucking and just being rowdy as all hell; they’d grown up together. Meeting in secret behind the high school gym, making out or smoking weed Spike’s cousin’s van.

Xander grinned up at him and began to nip along his collar bone. He messaged Spike’s nipple through his shirt and Spike moaned in response.

They’d had their first time together, after homecoming, senior year of high school. Angel’s parents had been out of town and the house was empty. It had been magical and frightening, daring and scary, it was painful and strange, but on some level, great. It certainly wasn’t their last time.

After high school, they’d broken up for a while. Long-term wasn’t something either wanted to try for college, but it was just lonely and… empty.

It was spring break of their junior year of college and they’d hooked up in Miami. The week was a dream, and they didn’t stray from the each other’s sight. That week a decision was made, and Will left school and headed up to New York to move in with Liam. But that was eight and a half years ago.

Back to the present and Xander the bartender was making Will feel guilty.

Xander smirked and slid down to his knees, hands poised on Will’s thighs. He reached for Will’s Zipper and Will let him.

All his thoughts were on Liam.


When Will walked in the door, Liam was there to greet him. He was in their bedroom, packing a suitcase. Great, another business trip.

He wandered into the bedroom, trying to seem uninterested. Maybe he would be going to Japan again. Will was fairly sure Liam had cheated on him with someone there. Liam hadn’t called him once the whole week, and upon his return all that was garnered was a cheap Japanese souvenir. Two days after Liam’s return, he was awoken by a ‘business’ call at 2 am.

There had been similar calling situations, it was 3 am after he’d returned from Seoul. Four-thirty after Sydney. Will idly wondered if Liam thought he was stupid.

Will stopped walking when he reached their bed, he leaned against the footboard to watch Liam.

“Hey!” Liam smiled at him before retrieving a pair of pants from the closet. “I was talking to my boss, and he was commending me for my attendance record at the company, and I realized, it’s been so long since I’ve had a vacation.” He paused to fold the pants and set them in the suitcase, “So, I thought we could get away for a week.” He smiled at Will lovingly, “I booked us a first class flight for tomorrow to Tahiti. No work, no pager, no cell phone, just you and me.”

Will swallowed and took a step towards Liam. “That--that sounds lovely.”

“Hey,” Liam came over to stand in front of Will, “What’s wrong? Did something happen while you were out?”

Will smiled sadly and looked away, “No, I just--it’s sort of sudden I guess.”

“Well that’s the point,” He grinned and hooked his hands through Will’s belt loops. “It’s a surprise.” He leaned forward and kissed Will lightly, almost chastely.

Will felt tears come to his eyes and he broke away. He turned to go into the bathroom so Liam didn’t see his face.

Liam had gone out of his way to spend time with him; to rekindle the lost flame in their relationship. He hadn’t been prompted or asked or persuaded, he’d done it on his own, and that made Will want to cry.

Almost every night for a year, Will had gone to bed tipsy or drunk, maybe even knocked out on pain killers, but that night as he lay in bed next to Liam, he fell asleep sober for the first time in a long time.

Will looked down over Xander’s head, flashes slid in front of his eyes and Liam’s calm smile ran through his mind.

Xander began to slide down the zipper, but before anything else could happen Will’s hand shot out and wrapped around Xander’s. “Wait.”

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He pulled up his zipper, and opened his eyes. Xander stood up and looked at him in confusion.

“I--I can’t, I’m involved with someone.”



Tags: emc, slash fic
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