The Mirror of Dreams

Spike’s POV:

Soft, human Angel has climbed into my lap and looks down at me with gentle eyes. There is no coldness in them like my Angel. They are so warm and brown, like deep pools that you just want to throw yourself into.

“Want you,” he hisses, leaning over me and pressing that warm mouth against mine. Okay, I might be stun son some strange universe but I never missed out on getting some. Especially with someone who’s throwing himself at me. Shag first - think later.

I kiss him again, this time shoving up his white T-shirt and stroking his solid and *warm* chest. Not much different from my Sire in build but so much warmer. He breaks away from my mouth and flings the T-shirt away as I reach down and unzip his tight blue jeans. He was wearing clothes like vampire Angel a moment ago...but hey, he looks so much better in jeans. Like Angel in jeans.

“My Angel,” slips from my mouth before I even realise it. His face immediately brightens and I guess that is where for this Liam the nickname ‘Angel’ came from. Angel lifts his hips and I shove the jeans down. He wriggles on top of me, managing to fling the jeans to the floor and at the same time get me very hard. He’s naked under the jeans, and I slide my hands over hot human flesh. My fingers immediately crawl down his strong back to the cleft of his ass. He shifts nearer, resting his head on my shoulder as he starts to pant.

“Oh please, Spike, please take me.” Damn but those words sound good. I wonder if vampire Angel would ever moan those words. But since when do I want my Angel? Stuck up old bastard. I shove my fingers between human Angel’s cleft and push against his dark, tight hole. He cries out and I suddenly remember that he is human, and I shouldn’t be taking my anger out on his fragile body. I like having sex, but I don’t like hurting my partner if they don’t beg for it. I lighten my touch; fingering him gently and feeling the tight, warm walls of his anus relax.

“Lube,” he moans, leaning back and pushing my fingers deeper. I groan as he shifts and squeezes my fingers. I realise he’s trying to reach his jeans that have been thrown to the floor beside the couch. He quickly snags them and throws a tube of strawberry flavoured lubricant into my hand. I flip the lid and grin. Angel returns my grin and then crushes our mouths together. It’s hard to think with the hot, deep kisses he gives out, but I manage to squeeze some lube out onto my fingers. He whines as I remove them just for a moment, but then I slip them back in, sliding deeper on lube and his need. I attempt to reach that spot that will make him jerk and writhe. He pants into my mouth, wriggling his ass on my lap and hand. Suddenly, I hit something and he howls, breaking the kiss and flinging his head back. His long throat is revealed and I attack it, sucking violently on his pulse point. I scrape his skin with human teeth, making him cry out and buck against me with pleasure.

“Jeans,” I pant, sucking on his pulsing jugular. Hot ready hands shove down between our writhing bodies and snap open my jeans. Sweaty fingers pull me out and stroke me until I’m fully erect. My eyes roll back with the hot heat of his hands on my body, and I have to finally squeeze them shut to stop looking at his gorgeous sweaty skin. Before I know what’s happening, Angel leans forward and lifts himself over my groin. I quickly remove my fingers and stroke the remaining lube over my erection before he starts to push down. With my free hand I guide my cock inside him, crying out along with Angel as I breach his tightness. Damn, if I knew Angel...any Angel...would be this tight I’d have shagged him long before now.

“Spike,” Angel moans, wrapping his strong arms around me and pressing his wet lips to mine. There is no need for words and as I shove up, off the couch and into his firm body, we both groan into each other’s mouth. My hands grip his hips and he allows me to guide his thrusts. Up and down. Firm and hard. Deep and long. He kisses and pants hot breath into my mouth, making me believe that I am breathing again. That I’m alive once more.

I love his heat. The heat of his body on top of mine. The heat of his mouth as he shoves his tongue down my throat. I love the tight furnace that grips my cock like a vise. I push up with even more force, burying myself as deep as I can. Angel suddenly screams against my lips and I swallow his passion. I thrust again, my angle correct and pounding against his prostate before sinking so totally within him. So deep I want to be lodged there forever.

“So bloody good,” I moan. Angel giggles softly and starts to nip my chin, down to my ear. My faces changes in the heat of passion and I feel my fingers create deep black bruises on his golden flesh. My groin tightens and I know this can’t last long. Angel arches against my body and I remember his unsatisfied cock rubbing against me. I remove one hand from his hips and slide it between us. His skin is so hot and sweaty, sweet heat rolling off him. His blood thundering through his veins. I close my golden eyes and just listen to his body react to me. He cries out as I take his sweat slick cock into my hand and palm it with vampire force. He howls and comes with only a few tugs. I hear his hot blood burning...racing under his skin. He smells so good. So hot. So human. I howl with desire, sink my fangs into his ready throat and fill his passage with my cold dead seed.

“I love you,” Angel moans as I release his neck from my teeth. I open my eyes and stare into his face. “I love you so much; I couldn’t live without you.” His hands stroke my cheeks and his eyes look guilty.

Fuck. I think I’m getting the picture now.

Angel’s POV:

How the hell do I get hot and sweaty human Spike off me!? He sticks like glue and no matter how much I try and push him off me, he won’t move. No, he just grins and slides down my body and opens my slacks.

“Spike, no!” I cry, but before the words even finish leaving my mouth, he has my slacks open and handles my cock. I grunt and try to shove his thin shoulders away, but he doesn’t take the slightest notice and slips my flaccid penis into his mouth. Oh shit! Red-hot heat surrounds mck ack and I freeze. With the body temperature ranging from cold to room temp, you can’t believe what a hot mouth feels like around your cool cock. It’s friggin’ heaven, I can tell you that! It’s like a hot cavern sucking you in, heating you from cock, to groin, and upwards. Making even a vampire pant and feel breathless.

“Yes,” I hiss feeling his mouth tighten around me and I’m hard with only one short suck. His heat is unbelievable and I can’t move. I don’t want to push him off, but I know this is wrong. I’m not his Angel. Well, truthfully I’m no body’s Angel. But his mouth feels so good, so warm, so alive and I never want him to stop. “Blow me hard,” I moan out, my mouth finally disconnecting from my brain.

Spike chuckles and grips my hips hard. He pulls back slightly, sucking the head of my cock before sliding it all back into his mouth and...fuck!...into his throat. The tightness makes me shout in desire, my hands immediately grabbing his short, bleached blond hair. I try not to hurt him, but he never makes a sound or pulls away from my grip. If anything he sucks me harder and deeper. This is far too good. I feel my release building in my belly and he begins to hum around my length.

“NO!” I scream as his mouth pulls away and he speaks.

“Fuck me hard,” he says before taking my throbbing length back down his hot throat.

I don’t hesitate or even think about what I’m doing. I shove forward hard, making him swallow desperately, and the fingers on my hips hold me even closer. I pull back and he sucks the head fiercely. I cannot take much more of this, and couple more thrusts later, I tremble all over and pour cool liquid down his throat. He sucks me greedily, swallowing every drop, but even then a small dribble escapes his lips. My flaccid length slips from his mouth, and he licks the escaped semen away with a long tongue. I groan with joy.

Joy. Happiness! Oh fuck! I stumble backwards, catching the edge of the desk to hold me up. He watches me strangely, but jumps to his feet when he sees the pure terror in my eyes.

“Angel, what’s wrong? What happened?” He cries, sli his his hands all over my trembling body.

“My soul,” I gasp, clutching my heart.

Spike’s face changes and he laughs. “Bloody hell, Angel, I am not falling for that again. Willow fixed your soul when she gave it you back the last time.”

I stare at him with wide eyes and try to reach out with my mind to every area of my body. No pain. No soul ripping agony. No, nothing, but the sweet after-effects of an amazing orgasm.

“You want me to fuck you, Angel? There’s no need to put on the dying routine. I know you’re not used to it, but you only need ask.” Spike’s warm hands slide around my face and he draws me near to kiss him again.

Fuck me? No way! But I can’t do anything but moan as his hot tongue moves deeper into my mouth and starts to map out every ridge and tooth. We’re moving backwards, well he’s moving back while I’m scrabbling forward to keep contact with his heavenly mouth. He falls back as we reach the couch and I climb on top of him, wanting more kisses. I don’t care about finding home, I have my soul and I want so many more hot, wet kisses.

Then I touch something...an arm...cool...not mine and not human Spike’s. I look up and come face to face with Spike - my Spike, vampire Spike.

Oh shit.

Spike’s POV:

I’m still kissing warm Angel’s mouth when something heavy lands upon us. It’s hard to explain, but it’s like this great weight pressing on my skin and then through me. We both leap up and when I look down there is another Angel and Spike in the exact same position we were just sitting in. Vampire Angel touches my arm and he jerks away. He opens his eyes and glares at me; eyes widening as he comprehends what’s happening.

“NO! This wasn’t supposed to happen!”

All three us turn to human Angel pulling on his clothing and wiping wet tears from his eyes. “You’re not supposed to be here!” he cries again, fingers fumbling with the zip of his jeans. I quickly get to my feet noticing that if he doesn’t calm soon he’ll hyperventilate. I grab his face and look into his wet, brown eyes.

“What isn't supposed to happen?” I ask.

“Him!” Angel points at vampire Angel, who is trying desperately to zip up his slacks with a terrified Spike clinging to his arm. I sniff the air - ah, a human Spike.

“The mirror,” I sigh. Damn it, I should have realised that when human Angel said he missed me.

“Yes, the mirror,” he cries, wiping away his tears and stepping back.

“You brought us here?” Vampire Angel shouts from the couch, trying to comfort human Spike. “Why?”

“I lost him,” human Angel wails. “My Spike is dead and he’s not supposed to be! The powers promise the that the Shanshu prophecy would work, and I just had be patient and wait. I have a son to look after all on my own! And he wasn‘t supposed to leave me!”

Shanshu prophesy. Son!!! I fall backwards, landing haphazardly on the couch and staring at human Angel completely dumb stuck.

Angel’s POV:

I’m shocked and amazed by human Angel’s words. I’m guessing that his Spike was like me - a vampire with a soul. Human Spike clings to me and rubs his face into my neck.

“I’m so sorry, I used the Mirror, too,” he whispers sadly.

I pull back and stare at him. Then turn to human Angel who’s trembling and staring at vampire Spike.

“You, tell us what exactly happened!” I demand with a firm voice.

“Hey, dickhead,” vampire Spike snarls hitting my shoulder, “You be fng nng nice to my mate.”

My eyes open wider but I don’t think that Spike even comprehends what he just said. He’s protective over the human me...just as I feel protective with human Spike... No, these are questions that can wait; I need to know how Spike and I got here.

“It’s okay, Spike,” human me says, pressing his hand to Spike’s face. “You need to know.” He steps back and speaks. “Mirror, mirror show me my dreams.”

Suddenly, in the centre of the room, where it stood in *my* office, the dreaded mirror reappears. The surface no longer mirror like but it now resembles a black liquid substance moving like ripples in a pool, nothing like a mirror should look. Very slowly the darkness clears and I see into my own office. Wesley and Gunn are standing before the mirror talking, but I can’t hear the words. I guess they are looking for Spike and me.

“This is your dimension. I found a vampire Spike there, one with a soul just like my Spike. I never intended for your Angel to be here too. He touched the mirror and it must have connected with him somehow. I asked the mirror to bring you here, but it couldn’t so I stepped through into your world. I don’t know what happened, but somehow Angel and you,” he directs his speech to Spike, “were pulled into other dimensions and I kept trying to find you. I thought I’d succeeded but then he arrived.” Human Angel glares at me and then sinks down onto the floor.

“They promised me that my Spike would one day Shanshu. They promised and he died!” His shoulders tremble and he starts to weep. Spike snarls at me, as if *I* had anything to do with it, and gets on his knees beside human Angel. He strokes the soft face and pulls him into his arms. I’m shocked at the action and can only gape as they cling to each other.

“What about you?” I ask turning to the human Spike who’s wrapped around my side. He looks up at me with pure blue, wet eyes.

“You left me,” he snivels, “I was promised the same, that you would Shanshu, but you died and left me.”

“So you stepped through the mirror too,” I reply. He nods his head sadly and then rests it on my shoulder. Without conscious thought I reach up and stroke his wet face.

“How do we get home?” I ask to no one in particular.

“I am home,” Spike snarls. He pulls human Angel even closer, his face changing as he asserts his dominance.

“We go through the mirror,” human Spike whispers into my ear.

I turn to him and stroke his tear wet cheek. So smooth and so human. So different from my Spike, but then again so similar. The major difference being that this Spike loves me. Yes, he loves me. SPIKE loves ME. I slowly smile and lean over to kiss his lips.

“I won’t leave you alone,” I whisper in reply, kissing him with a hard, desperate mouth.

Here we are, four lonely beings with the chance to have something more, but if we go back to our own dimensions we will be alone again. Two humans on their own, and two hateful vampires who cannot stand each other will be left together. I don’t want that, and from the way that Spike is comforting human Angel, he doesn’t want that either.

“How can we get to our own dimensions together?”

“I’m not going with you!” vampire Spike snarls at me.

“He didn’t mean that dorkhead,” human Spike spits. “He meant how do he and I get back to our own dimension...didn’t you?” I look into the soft blue eyes, so scared but at the same time so strong.

“Yes,” I reply, I can think about the effects of human Spike coming with me later. I’m still amazed that he *wants* to come with me.

“Well then, we go though the mirror holding hands,” Spike replies of the top of his head, while licking human Angel’s throat.

Come to think of it, it could work. I would either end up in my dimension, or in human Spike’s dimension. That does hold a certain appeal. He was promised that I would Shanshu in that dimension, then one day I’ll be human...with him. And as human Spike looks up at me with wide blue eyes, I can’t help but wish that I were with him. That I could stay with him. That I could go through the whole fallinglovelove part, not losing my soul, and in the end we would be two human lovers - together.

“Do you want to go with me?” human Spike asks again, his soft warm hand touching my face.

I don’t even have to think about the answer. “Yes, I want to be with you.”

“I know we’ll have to start again, but I can live with that,” he replies.

“Yes, so can I.”

The biggest smile imaginable breaks on human Spike’s face and I know I’ve made the right decision. I think - I know in my heart - that it’s going to be so easy to fall in love with this soft, fragile human. This human William that has never carried hatred in his heart for me. With this William the past doesn’t matter - because there isn‘t one.

“Right then, that’s sorted.” Vampire Spike gets to his feet, dragging human me with him. They cling together, holding hands so tightly. “I’m going then! Good riddance Angel!” Spike laughs, and without stopping to hear my reply, he steps through the mirror with human Angel at his side and they vanish.

The mirror surface ripples and returns back to a reflective surface. I’m amazed at how easy it was to just step through the water like surface, and disappear. Even though I can’t stand the pest, I wish vampire Spike and his human mate well. Maybe he can find that happiness that has forever been denied to him.

I stand to my feet and take human Spike’s hand. “Are you ready, beloved?” I ask, watching his face shine with my words.

He gets to his feet, standing beside me and grins, “Always.”

We step up to the mirror and I hesitatingly put my foot up and through the surface. It opens for us and we both step through and land in a heap on the other side. I hold Spike to me, watching the mirror close and then the whole thing vanishes in a bright light and a loud pop.

“It’s gone!” I say amazed, just hoping we haven’t stepped into that universe with the rabid Wesley.

“It’s fulfilled its use,” Spike tells me, touching my face and turning me to look at him. “It’s made our dreams reality.” He kisses me softly, and I open my mouth willingly to him. Such a hot, wet mouth. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of that.

“Wahhh!” The cry echoes around my office and I break away from Spike’s mouth.

“What was that?”

“Oh no, that was our son. He needs feeding.”

Spike jumps to his feet and races out of the office. I follow with a smile on my face. Yes, all our dreams have come true - even the ones we never believed in.

{The mirror waited and watched. Waited until someone called to it with unfulfilled dreams. Waited until a middle-aged man, bitter with the loss of his beloved, looked into the mirror. The man touched the water-like surface and wished. Wished on the mirror that once stood in the Garden of Eden. The mirror that gives to lost souls the start of something new. The mirror that touched dreams and asked God to fulfil them.

“Angel, come back to my love,” Wesley begged hoping the mirror would bring his beloved back to him.

And so it went on.}

The END