Title: Carnivale Mystique
17/42
Author: BmblBee
Rating: NC17
Paring: S/X
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or products named in this
story and make no profit from it.

Summary: A mysterious carnival appears on the outskirts of Sunnydale.
Despite the sudden disappearance of townspeople and pets, Xander is
intrigued and wants a closer look. What he gets is more than he could
have imagined.

This story is based on a suggested story idea from the lovely Mystic Oblivion.




As always, thanks to the wonderful Petxnd for the banners that put the perfect
visual to my words.


He was beginning to think sunset would never come. Jumping to his feet,
Xander brushed off his jeans and he hurried down the lane towards the carnival.
Always careful to stay to the cover of the trees, Xander felt both foolish
and frightened.

He had made the decision early on not to talk to the cops or his friends
about what he saw last night. It was one of those decisions that, although
he knew was wrong, felt right.

When he reached the side street entrance, he paused and it occurred to him
that he had no clue about what he intended to do. The only idea that seemed
logical was to find this 'Spike' guy and accuse him.

When Xander allowed his mind to think about what sort of form that accusation
would take, it scared the shit out of him. Did he think that the blond carny had
really hurt Larry? No, truth was, Xander's hormonal mind and body had
conjured up other scenarios. One's where Larry was wallowing in a world
of gay sexual delights and had turned his back on the straight world of
Sunnydale High.

Something Xander himself found terrifyingly appealing.

Stepping in, Xander was immediately struck by the changed carnival
atmosphere. Gone was the fun and excitement he and his friends had felt last
night. Now, the air was ominous. The music that floated in the air was dark,
melancholy and seemingly coming from everywhere.

The crowd was less than a quarter of yesterday's number, but that could
be chalked up to the concerns of a missing person. The shouts and laughter
were subdued, almost sounding staged like the canned laughter on t.v.
sitcoms. It gave Xander the creeps.

Moving now with determination, Xander grew surprisingly more confident
with each area he passed. He chose to ignore the carnies that smiled and
nodded in his direction, almost welcoming him back and he marched
directly toward.......

"Well, well. What have we here?"

Xander stood stock still in front of the game booth he had sought out.
His eyes were locked on the man who sat casually on the ledge of the
shanty, smiling and looking for all the world as if he had been waiting just
for the boy who now faced him.

Hopping down, Spike took a step forward, then suddenly spun around and
pitched the ball with an incredible speed and force that caused the pyramid
of stacked bowling pins to explode. Far beyond toppling them over, the
power of the throw caused them to burst and break into a thousand
splintered pieces.

Xander gasp. His eyes grew big and he took a step backward.

With a chuckle, Spike turned back and smiled.
"Oops, guess I don't know my own strength. Well, I s'pose that means
you can't play my game, can you, Xander? Best run along home now."

Spike waved his hand in a shooing motion. Xander did not move.

"Something else you want, Boy? Speak up. I'm a busy man."

Xander swallowed the huge lump that was wedged in his throat.
"What did you do to Larry?"

Spike scowled in annoyance.
"Your little friend? I thought we already covered that. I fucked him.
I shoved my cock in his nice warm arse and I fucked him."

Xander chose to ignore his body's reaction and he pressed on.
"He's missing. He didn't go home last night and no one can find him."

Spike licked his lips sensually as his soft blue eyes hooded.
"And you think that's my doing? You think I turned his world inside out?"

Spike closed the distance between them, his hand ghosting lightly down
the front of Xander's frozen body as he continued to whisper.

"You wonder what it is that I do with my cock and my lips and my hands
that would turn a straight boy into a pathetic, begging idiot that can't face going
back to his boring little worthless life. You want me to show you, Xander?"

Spike slithered around behind him and pressed himself against the hyperventilating
human. Xander closed his eyes. It only struck him as marginally odd that
he could only hear one of them breathing and despite the fact that Spike's chest
was pressed tightly against Xanders' back, he only felt one heart beat. His own.

"I don't.....He is...... I can't......"

Spike's hands drifted down to mold themselves around the hip bones of the
incoherent boy and he thrust his rock hard erection against Xander's ass.

"Do you want me to hurt you Xander? Maybe just a little bit. To make
you cry out, begging me to stop and praying that I don't. Larry did that.
He begged when I tied him up and he cried when I took his cherry arse.
Do you know what it feels like to have a big, hard dick rammed deep into
your body? Maybe I'll make you suck me first. Use you and fuck your face
till you choke. Make you swallow my cum till your belly is full of me."

"Oh, Fuck"
Xander blew out the word on a puff of air as his hips involuntarily started
humping back trying to work the hard cock magically through three layers
of fabric. He covered Spike's smaller hands with his large ones and he
coaxed them down towards his own painful erection.

Spike chuckled and obliged. He squeezed Xander's cock through the front of
his jeans till mercifully unsnapping and zipping them. Xander jumped like he was
shot at the unexpectedly cold feel of the carny's hands. Quickly, however, they
warmed up and went to work stroking and pulling him expertly.

"That it? That what you wanted?"

Xander nodded and gasp
"Yeah"

"I'm gonna make you cum, Xander. Just remember, you only get one free
one. The next time will cost you."

"Wha...? What do you....? Oh, yeah, just like that. Come on, come on."
Xander's hips now took on a frantic, humping, jerking motion as he felt
his balls fill and draw. Suddenly he threw his head back against Spike's
shoulder. His hips thrust forward and his cock erupted in spurts of
warm, heavenly release.

Unfortunately, Xander's moment of afterglow was suddenly interrupted
by the sight of a familiar round head poking out of the back tent.

"Please, Spike, please. I need it. Please. You promised."

Xander jumped away from the laughing carny and tried to hurriedly stuff
himself back in his pants as he stared at the pathetic creature crawling
across the ground.

"Larry?"