bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

Carnivale Mystique

Title: Carnivale Mystique
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.

ADDITIONAL WARNING: This chapter contains graphic, somewhat gross,
possibly noncon, het activity.

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

Xander's alarm clock rattled and rang with an ear piercing sound that usually
brought him up and out of bed with a shot. This morning, however, he
simply reached over and switched it off.

He felt as though he had slept for a week. He was totally relaxed, refreshed
and ready to face a day of higher education at the grand old Sunnydale High.

Xander rubbed his hands over his stubbly face and tried to remember if he
had dreamt last night. Was that the reason for his euphoric state this glorious
No, he decided, that wasn't it.

He then stretched, yawned and scratched the dry flaky, itchy mess on his stomach.


Xander suddenly sat bolt upright and stared at the huge volume of crusted
spunk that was smeared all over his torso and, like a tire iron to the back
of his head, the memory smacked into him.

'Oh my God! I had sex with a man. OH MY GOD!! I had sex with a vampire!'

Before he could decide which of those disturbed him more, another question
squirmed around in his head. Immediately, his bare feet hit the cold cement floor
and he skittered over to his bathroom area. With a jerk of the small chain string,
he brought the single light bulb to life and he shoved his face just inches from the
medicine cabinet mirror.

Once his vision had adjusted, he very slowly, cautiously turned his head, first to
one side then to the other. He carefully and fully examined every inch of his neck
until he satisfied himself that he had not been bitten.

"Oh, well, good. That's good. I mean I sure didn't want that evil bloodsucker
to put his mark on me. No sirree bob. Guess he decided I wasn't his type.
Ha ha. Guess I wasn't his blood type."

Xander knew he should be relieved. The last thing he wanted was to end up like
Larry. Still, there was that small element of disappointment and hurt rejection.
A direct hit to his fragile ego that said Xander had not been worthy of a bite.


It was an emotion Xander knew well. I stirred up every insecurity he kept in the
Fort Knox of his soul and it threatened to burst through the well secured locks to
overwhelm him.

Grabbing some clothes off the floor, Xander sadly headed for the shower when
something brought him to a halt. It was the memory of a voice whispering in his
ear. A command. An order. It had said.

"You will come to me as soon as the sun sets, Xander. You will come to me."

Instantly he felt better. Stronger and more confident, he giggled and pretended
to take a stand.
"Maybe I will and maybe I won't. Ha! Nobody orders Xander Harris around."

With a huge grin on his face he headed to the bathroom. He couldn't wait till
the sun went down. He was wanted afterall.

When the numbers on her clock radio snapped to 6:00, the strains of Britney
Spears singing "Do it to me one more time" split the silence of her room.
With a groan, Buffy threw her pillow over her head to block it out. Shutting
off the pink clock radio would take more energy than she could muster.

She hadn't slept a wink all night and every inch of her body felt strange and
foreign. She fought back the shocked revulsion the pooled in her stomach
and threatened to drive her into the bathroom in an attempt to vomit it out
as the memory of last night flushed through her for the millionth time.

She had invited Angel into her home. Into her bed and into her previously
virginal body. He had quickly made himself at home in all of them.

When they had first met, Angel had seemed so sweet. So gentle and considerate.
She just knew this was her prince charming come to sweep her away. Once he got
inside, it all changed. He changed. And Buffy knew why.


She whispered the word in a muffle into her pillow.

How could she not have known? She wondered why her senses didn't pick up
on it. Deep down, she knew why. Because she didn't want to. Her hormones
overpowered her slayer senses and she wanted what she wanted.

And the sad fact is, it was what she still wanted.

When he had proudly stripped naked and stood beside her bed, his pale
skin glowing in the moonlight and his freakishly huge cock standing straight
and hard, that's when she knew.
He was a vampire and she didn't care.

With a powerful swing, Buffy tossed her pillow off her head and knocked
the alarm radio off her night stand smashing it into silence. She then stared
off into the darkness of her familiar room as she made herself recall all the
things they had done last night.

Angel said it was normal. When people were in love, they did things for each
other. Things that were private. Things that felt so good it could make your head
spin. At the very sound of the word 'love', Buffy had been convinced.

She had sucked his dick and swallowed his cold, bitter cum.
She had finger fucked his ass, following his directions till she found his prostate
and rubbed it just the way he liked.
She had eaten his ass out till he came again.
She had allowed him to tie her up, repeatedly fucking her in every opening
of her body before shoving a shit covered cock back in her mouth and finally
cumming once more on her bare breasts.

But sadly, all that she could live with. After all, they were in love and it was
her job to please him. No, the one thing that he did that upset her the most
was the most intimate thing he could have done.

Gingerly, her hand went to the side of her throat and she flinched.
He bit her.
He marked her.
He drank her blood and she fucking loved it. It was the one thing he did to her
that sent her spiraling into an earth shattering orgasm that had her pussy wet,
pulsing and contracting with a force only true love can cause.

Buffy couldn't wait till the sun set tonight.
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