The Mirror of Dreams

Spike’s POV:

Ah! Ah! I escaped him. Stupid prick didn’t even look through the office door. Angel is so stupid. I move away from the door, hearing Angel moan and stomp off muttering to himself. He’s too thick to catch me. Hehe. I turn around and gasp. This isn’t right. I’m standing in Angel’s office, how the hell did I get here? I walk around the room, noticing the mirror has gone and there is a glass of blood resting on Angel’s desk. The same glass that was broken only moments ago in the kitchen. I swear it is, I pick up the glass and examine the small chip on the rim that I noticed on the one Angel was holding. It’s in the same place, and yet this glass is in one piece. Weird. I take a sniff, smelling fresh blood and taste a swallow. It’s fine and I quickly gulp the rest down.

Behind me there is a sudden noise of the lift coming up and the doors slowly open. Angel walks into the room and gives me a smile, as he sees me standing beside the desk. As if nothing had happened. But I know different!

“I knew you couldn’t catch me!” I laugh, “you’re so bloody stupid!” I continue, chuckling at the knowledge that Angel couldn’t catch me.

“Catch you at what?” Angel asks, putting his long coat across the back of a chair and coming towards me. I’m surprised at the confused look on his face. “Spike, have you been winding Wesley up again? Or is it Harmony this time?”

“Good grief Angel, you off your bloody rocker? I mean just now, when you broke the glass and chased me up the corridor.”

“Broke the glass?” Angel repeats at a loss for words. He picks up the glass from the desk and shows me. “The glass isn’t broken, Spike...are you sure you’re okay? Did you hit your head or something?” A hand reaches out and touches my forehead; he strokes the skin softld smd smiles.

What is he doing? Angel is stroking my forehead with warm fingers...wait a minute, WARM fingers? I grab his hand and feel around his wrist. Angel only smiles wider, and I feel a pulse beneath my fingers. Angel is alive - when the hell did this happen?

“Spike are you okay? You’re looking a little pale.” He slips his fingers between mine until we are holding hands and touches my face with the other. “Oh I forgot,” he grins.

“Forgot what?” I mutter trying to untangle our hands and push him away.

“That you’re supposed to be pale.” His face becomes softer and he looks away, guilty. “I’m sorry Spike, I promise I’ll get used to it soon. It’s just so...so strange, you and the whole vampire with a soul thing. Please forgive me.” He leans closer to me and our lips meet. Hot human lips touch mine and he groans. “Are you hungry? Want a little bite?” he purrs as he kisses around my chin and up to my ear.

I can’t answer. I’m in total shock. This is a human Angel. A human Angel that is touching me. A human Angel touching me and asking if I’m hungry. Fuck this! I lean down, yank the shirt from around his neck, change face and bite down. He wants to be bitten and I’m damn well willing. I sink my fangs into his hot human throat. Warm blood fills my mouth and I swallow desperately.

I think I’ve worked out what is happening. I hit my head and all this is an illusion. Yep, that’s what it is. Angel, the complete dork, must have caught me, smashed my head open and I’m having this huge hallucination where I’m the boss and Angel is human. I think I kinda like this hallucination too because Angel’s blood tastes damn good on my tongue and I just keep on sucking.

“Spike, please too much!” he cries, his weak hands trying to push me away. I suck harder, shoving my face into his throat, and biting deeper. He sighs and holds me close. “Take it all if you wish, my love,” he murmurs as his body sags against mine. The shock of his words hit me - take all his blood and he called me his love. Damn strange imagination I’ve got here.

“Spike!” Another voice screams from the doorway and suddenly this huge black guy is shoving me off. “What thek ark are you doing?” I’m shoved away from Angel just before the big guy catches his limp form in his arms. “Fuck! Liam can you hear me?”

Liam? Liam?! What the hell is happening? I don’t think that if this was my hallucination that anyone would come and stop me from drinking him dry.

“Spike, what the hell did you do?!” The black guy shouts, and very slowly, I work out who he is. It’s Gunn, but not the Gunn I could recognise. He’s huge and has strange tattoos all over his face.

“He asked for it!” I yell back, wiping the hot human blood from my mouth with the back of my hand. It tastes good, hot and warm, and so young. I lick my hand again, tasting the full flavour of Angel. Hot and young. Young? That doesn’t seem right.

“I knew this was trouble, damn it, Liam. You might love a bloody vampire but I told you not to let him drink from you!” Gunn helps Liam-Angel up and sits him in a chair, pressing a clean handkerchief against the wound in his throat. Gunn’s fingers slide over the other wounds there and it finally hits me that I’ve drunk from this human before. Yes, he‘s totally human. This is Liam, in fact, from the taste of his blood and everything else, I don’t think he’s ever been Angel or Angelus...yet, he didn’t think it strange that I called him Angel.

I stand up slowly walking towards Angel-Liam as he sits in a chair letting Gunn clean the wound. “I’m okay,” he tells me,chinching out his hand to take mine. Gunn gives me a glare back and I take hold of Angel’s hand. Angel turns to Gunn and says the same, “I’m okay, really, I’ll just rest and I’ll be fine.” Gunn hesitates but nods. I’m silent as he leaves, giving Angel-Liam a concerned glance before he shuts the office door behind him.

“I’m not angry, Spike. Whatever I have is yours,” Liam...Angel (whatever!) whispers, his warm gentle hands touching my face. “I love you and everything I am is yours,” he repeats softly, stretching over and kissing my lips. I let him in, watching with open eyes, as he doesn’t even flinch when he tastes his blood on my tongue. “Always, your Angel.”

I break the kiss and stumble backwards. My Angel? A nickname. Bloody hell, he isn’t the Angel I know. This is human Liam! I call him my Angel. His dark eyes seem wet and sad as he watches me.

“Please, Spike, it’s okay. I forgive you...please don’t brood over this.”

I almost run out of the office door and straight into the chest of...Angel. What the hell is happening?

Angel’s POV:

I close the empty office door and look around. There are no other hiding places for Spike; I can’t even smell his scent around here. It’s like he was never here in the first place. I retrace my steps, trying to find anything I might have missed. Nothing. And the scent of Spike comes up this corridor and then just disappears as if it never existed.

I go back to the kitchen to clean up the blood but as I enter I find it perfectly clean and spotless. Not a drop of blood anywhere. I open the cupboard and there sitting on the shelf, with the chip in the rim, is the glass I used. What’s going on here? I shake my head wondering if I blacked out or something, or maybe someone in Wolfram and Hart spelled it clean. Nothing could have gotten rid of all the blood and the smell in the time I was away. It’s impossible.

I shake my head and turn to the door. There standing in the doorway is Wesley...a very strange looking Wesley. He’s dressed in tight leather jeans and a black mesh top...and he’s grinning at me.

“So the little blond bitch isn’t around then?” he purrs, stroking a pale hand down the centre of his chest.

“Please don’t call Harmony that,” I quickly answer, before I realise that occasionally I thought the same name for her.

“I’m not talking about Harmony, love. I meant that blasted whiny Spike.” Wesley struts towards me, resting his hand on my chest, running his fingers over the line of buttons on my shirt. “He’s not here, Angel and we can do whatever we want.”

“Wh-what do you want?” I blurt out, backing away from Wesley’s stroking fingers.

“You Sire,” he breathes, pressing his body up against mine and licking long sharp fangs. I gasp as I look up to meet golden eyes full of desire and hunger. “I want you to fuck me like the animal you are.”

Oh my God! I’m frozen to the spot as Wesley presses his long body against mine, and starts to fiddle with the zipper and button of my slacks. I hear a tear and abruptly a cool, long fingered hand strokes my hardening cock. I try and grab Wesley’s arms, but he leans up and kisses me harshly. Wet, cool and with fang. Slowly the information filters through to my shocked brain. Wesley is a vampire and he called me sire. He also called Spike a blond bitch - now that makes me grin.

Wesley backs me into the corner of the kitchen and smiles wickedly. The look suits him, and when he changes back into human form, he pushes against me so we are chest to chest and kisses me again. At first my mouth is slack, but Wesley tastes so good that I slide my tongue into his mouth. His cool hand pumps my hard cock, pulling it out of my slacks and worshipping it with his fingers.

“Want you sire, push me to my knees and take me hard,” he purrs into my mouth, a free hand unbuttoning his leather jeans and trying to push them down over his slim hips. His cock bounces free and sticks to my shirt with the amount of pre-cum he’s producing. He wriggles against me, kissing me, and pushing those really tight jeans down. My hands are frozen, but I force myself to act and I wrap them around his waist trying to separate us.

“Wes, please, you don’t really want this,” I mumble, trying to turn my head to stop him shoving his tongue down my throat.

“Please, sire, Spike won’t ever know. Take me please, I’m so wet for you.”

I groan from the words, but then Wesley freezes and turns, pressing his back into my chest.

“Get the fuck off him, git-face!” There is a snarling, almost rabid Spike standing at the kitchen door with a long, very sharp stake in his hand. “I warned you he was mine.” The snarling Spike flies through the air and lands on Wesley, knocking all three of us to the ground. They growl at each other, sharp fangs snapping while Wesley tries to push Spike’s stake away from his chest. They roll away from me, Wesley gets the upper hand but only for a moment, as Spike knees him in the balls and he howls. The stake moves downwards - down towards Wesley’s heart and I scream;

“STOP!”

Both vampires turn and stare at me. They look over my dishevelled form and grin at each other.

“What do you think, brother?” asks Spike, licking his lips. “We take him together?”

What the?! Wesley grins in reply and suddenly I have my arms full of two incredibly horny vampires. Before I can even stop it happening, Wesley is at my groin and taking my hard cock into his mouth. That’s the trouble with vampires, violence and threats turn them on. I don’t like admitting it but seeing Wesley and Spike fighting over me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I groan loudly, hitting the floor with my head as another head presses between my legs and starts to lick my balls. Since when did I lose my pants? I can’t take much more and I bury my hand into Wesley’s hair, pushing him down hard on my root. My balls tighten under Spike’s mouth and I howl out my orgasm. I squeeze my eyes shut and when I reopen them...

The room is empty. I clamber to my feet, fully dressed and no wet patch down my pant leg. The orgasm still pumps through my veins making me feel light-headed, but there is no evidence that anything ever happened. I steady myself on the wet countertop and get to my feet. I stare at my hand in wonder and realise that it’s covered in cool wet blood. The b fro from the broken glass. I almost run out of the kitchen, grabbing a towel on the way out and wiping my wet hand. I turn into my office and walk directly into Spike.

Spike’s POV:

“Cor peaches, you sink of blood and cum!” I cry, pushing him away with pale thin hands. “Whatcha being doing? Shagging Harmony in-between?”

“Ha!” Angel snarls, “It was you! You seem to like sucking my balls!”

“You son-of-a-bitch!” I howl, grabbing hold of Angel’s crotch and giving him a squeeze.

He cries out and slaps my face, sending me reeling backwards into the arms of...

Angel.

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Angel’s POV:

That little bastard squeezed my friggin’ balls! I hit him hard, sending him flying backwards into my office, the door crashes open and then slams shut behind him as he falls back into...something very dark. A black shape in the centre of my office. I rush forward, fling the door open and run through the office to find...nothing.

There is no one here. Not Spike. Not the dark shape. Just an empty office....and no mirror to be seen.

I look down at my hand - the blood has gone too. What *is* going on?

Spike’s POV:

I land back into a warm form, sending us both crashing backwards to the floor.

“Urgh!” the person shouts, and tries to shove me off.

I turn slowly and look into the warm human face of Angel-Liam. I scramble to my feet and pull the young man to his. He stares wide eyed at the door and turns to me. “What the hell was that? Something was at the door - this black shape.”

“Did it look like anyone?” I ask quickly, wondering if he saw who it was standing there.

Liam...Angel (damn! I’m sticking with Angel) shakes his head, and touches his bleeding throat. His fall must have opened the tiny bite marks again. “Come here.” I hold my hand out and he comes into my arms so willingly that it surprises me.

“I’ll lick it and hopefully it should stop the bleeding,” I tell him, pressing my cool mouth to his warm throat. I have to fight thge bge back not to sink my fangs into his heat, but I just lick at the wound and residual blood until they are closed and clean. Vampires have this kind of healing saliva and while it doesn't work well on humans, I’m guessing that I’ve drunk from Angel enough times to make his body compatible. I’m surprised that when I lick him, Angel leans into my embrace and rests his head on my shoulder. His arms come up around my waist and he holds me tight.

“I’m not angry with you,” he speaks softly into my ear, “and I love it when you touch me and especially when you bite. I know I’m not fast or strong, I’m not even clever like Wesley, but I do love you, Spike.” His whole body relaxes against mine and the heat of him is so seductive.

“I’m sorry I took so much,” I find myself mumbling against his flesh. I don’t ever say I’m sorry, yet here I am with a human Angel asking for his forgiveness. It’s all wrong, I tell you. I shouldn’t be standing here witharmsarms around his warm body. I shouldn’t care about healing him, but he’s so warm and soft, and trusting.

I break away from his throat. The wound has almost closed. His bright, but dark eyes, look down into mine and ever so slowly he bends his head and our lips touch. The kiss is sweet and long. A hot tongue probes at my lips and I open them to him. The hot tongue moves into my mouth, touching my teeth and palate. It feels like it’s been forever since a hot human mouth has kissed me. Even longer for it to be a male one. I groan low in my throat and thread my fingers through gelled hair. It takes a while, but we keep on kissing, and soon my fingers card through hair soft to the touch. The gel is almost gone and Angel is chuckling into my mouth.

“What ya laughing at?” I purr against his lips, lapping a line over his chin to his nose.

“You and my hair,” he chuckles, his long arms holding me tighter, crossing over and around my waist.

“Like your hair soft and free, you should grow it.” Where the hell did that answer come from? I hate Angel. I hate his dorky hair too. Yet, this Angel in my arms is so different from mine, being human and all, but at the same time - so dso different.

“Hmmm,” is Angel’s only answer and he tugs me over to the soft leather couch. We fall into it, his arms tight around me. He rests his head on my shoulder, soft breath caressing my neck. I let my arm fall across his shoulders and I hold him tight. “I’ve missed you,” he mumbles softly into the skin of my throat. I don’t know why but those words make me uneasy.

Angel’s POV:

What *IS* going on? I wonder for the sixth hundredth time this day. It all started with that damn mirror. I haven’t a clue why it was in my office, and then I see that image of myself with Spike. I thought it was some kind of imaginary scene, but maybe it does have a connection to all the strange things happening. I need to speak to Wesley or Fred to asem tem to check this out, and find out where the mirror has gone. I pick up the phone...and hear nothing but a dead tone. I try my cell and that’s the same - dead. The intercom just receives static. Wherever I am, and I don’t think this is my office, I’m on my own.

I move back over to the doors. Now if I open them will I end up with that strange Wesley again or somewhere else? If this has something to do with the mirror then are these people reflections of my world?remeremember touching the mirror, but I know for certain I did nothing more. Wesley said it was believed that you could see your heart’s desire reflected there. What if...no, I saw Spike and he certainly isn’t my heart’s desire. So who’s desire did it see? Damn it, if I could just talk to Spike again. I sigh and open the door; I have to find which reflection he’s in. We made contact before. We might be able to do it again.

I quickly fling the door wide, ready to pounce, but the corridor is empty. It looks just the same as always, but it comes to my attention that there are no other people around. No Eve, or Harmony, or any other assistants running about. It’s strange and unnerving in a way. Surely if this was back home, wouldn’t my people be around?

I step out and look around, watching for an attack from anyone, especially that Wesley I previously encountered. I walk down the corridor, and suddenly there is a sound of a door slamming. I turn around and see that my office door is closed. Damn! I race down the corridor and fling the door open...and find myself with an armful of Spike.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he drawls in a strong English accent. Over time, my Spike’s has faded a little, and he has added American terms to his vocabulary. “I missed ya so bloody much!” His arms go around my neck, and he hops up, wrapping strong legs around my hips...strong human legs. I take a deep breath, smelling life and warmth, and I pick up the sound of his heartbeat against my still chest.

“Spike, I...” My words are cut off as a hot human mouth attaches itself to mine. So hot and warm as his tongue digs around so deeply within me. I’ve missed this so much. I kiss back, trying to take that heat into myself, trying to share his warmth.

“Oh me Angel,” he moans, strong fingers threading though my hair, “missed you so, they said you were gone but I didn’t believe it. You’d never leave me.”

More hot kisses and I’m lost for words. “Spike...please...” I pant, but he doesn’t listen. Human hands tug at my shirt and try to remove it. He yanks at the buttons pushing them through the holes with frantic desperation. “Spike...I...” More hot wet kisses and I sigh.

Soon my shirt is on the floor and Spike rubs himself against my firm chest. “Say my name,” he pleads, “Please Angel, my name.”

For a second, I’m confused. His name...but then it comes to me. This isn’t vampire Spike; this is a human boy maybe around 24 years old. “Will,” I reply and his eyes light up. Unfortunately, that leads to more hot kisses and his mouth permanently attached to mine.

TBC