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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
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.
Jesse shook off the last drops of cum and tried stuffing his still sensitive,
half hard cock back in his jeans. He had reached orgasm just seconds
before Xander and his mind was still swimming in disbelief at what he
had just seen.
Only minutes earlier he had still been grumbling over his failed financial
investment of $5.00 in Faith the Money Grubbing Bitch, when he heard
a familiar voice.
'XANDER' His brain connected the sound of the meaningless words
to the memory of the times he and his friend had fisted together while
watching a XXX flick in his bedroom.
He knew that was Xander and he knew Xander was having sex.
Certain that he had found what he was looking for, Jesse sneaked
around the back of the darkened game booth following the unmistakable
sound of skin slapping skin. When he pealed back the canvass opening,
he was flabbergasted.
It was Xander all right but the blond he was with held absolutely no resemblance
to Buffy Summers. That in itself was surprising but the fact that his best buddy,
the one person on earth that Jesse would have sworn to know everything
about, was bent over the man's knee, bare assed, being painfully spanked
and very obviously loving it, was mind numbing.
Using one hand to hold open a small slit of the tent, Jesse had expertly
wrangled his own trouser snake out with his other hand and immediately
saw to himself. It was stunning. It was so dirty. It was so wrong. It was
more wonderful than even his warped mind had ever conceived.
Jesse gave no thought to Xander being gay or straight. Such restrictions
were merely roadblocks to possible orgasms. All he could see was that
Xander had apparently stumbled on a world of perverted pleasures and
sexual delights that Jesse too wanted to enjoy.
It was a situation that, after jerking off to, would require some thought.
So, when his release came quickly and powerfully, rocking him back on his
heels, he had finished and hurried away, snickering and thinking,
'Fuck Buffy. Xander is my fucking hero.'
With his own cock rock hard and still trapped in his jeans, Spike suddenly
went into vamp face. His head snapped to the side and he sniffed.
Xander sat up quickly and looked toward the closed canvas flap.
"What? Spike, what is it?"
Spike sniffed again, and relaxed slightly. Whoever it was, was gone but
the scent of spent human seed imprinted itself on Spike's brain like
a computer. If he came across that human again, he would know it.
"Nothing, Pet. It's nothing."
Xander quickly scooted over and knelt at Spikes feet. He grabbed his boxers
off the dirt floor and began wiping his release off Spike's legs where it ran down
Spike sighed and sat back, ignoring his own painful erection and reveling
in the ministrations of a pet.
"Spike? You said after my punishment we could talk. You said you
would explain things to me."
Spike opened his eyes and looked down The soothing warmth of the boy's
hands on his legs lulled him and relaxed him, but the boy was right. It was
time to talk.
Xander gazed up into the clear blue eyes. He had already completely
removed all traces of his earlier sexual slip up but he could see that Spike
was enjoying the cleaning, so he continued.
Finally, Spike caught Xander's hand and stopped him. He encouraged the
boy to sit, cross legged at his feet as though Spike were about to tell him
a bedtime story, and he began.
"Being a vampire is an odd thing, Xander. I have all the power of life and
death at my fingertips, yet I walk the earth alone. It has been 120 years since
my second birth and I find I miss the companionship of another."
Xander looked at the man with new eyes.
"But you have others. This carnival is full of vampires. What about Drusilla?
And what is she to you?"
Spike considered how much was enough to tell and how much was too much.
"Drusilla is my sire. She is the vampire who turned me. Angelus, the man who
runs this carnival is her sire. We are family, but it is not the same. They are
their own. This carnival is temporary as are most things of this earth. Before
it, we all traveled through Europe. Sometimes together and sometimes apart.
They don't seem to need the companionship that I crave. It is believed to
be a fault in me that occurred when I was turned."
"Needing someone isn't a fault. It is a human trait."
"Exactly. Human. I am not human Xander and over the years I have attempted
several times to find a companion. Humans, fledges, lesser demons, they
all fell short. They died or out of frustration I killed them. None of them were
right. About 40 years ago Drusilla had one of her spells. She went into a trance
and she told me that in the year 2009 I would find a pet. Someone who would
be the companion I craved and my pet would stand with me through the years
to come. I have been waiting ever since, hoping it was true."
Xander scooted forward and placed his hot hands on Spike's cold knees.
"Is that me? Am I your pet? Would it be like we were married?"
Spike wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"HA! Certainly not! A pet is a pet. A pet is to be trained to do simple
tricks. To sit and stay. To come when I call and to cum when I wish.
And a pet would be just for me. No one else would be allowed to use
my pet. No one could fuck him but me unless I offer and when I wish, I
could bite him and suck his blood to feed my need. A pet would learn my
every wish and desire before even I do. A pet would be available to me
whenever my cock gets stiff."
Xander slowly removed his hands. That was way more than he had expected.
It kicked his romantic notions to the curb and it was a slap of reality that
was almost as harsh as the spanking he just endured.
"But a human can't live forever like you. And a human has needs too."
Spike appeared to consider that before shaking his head.
"No, the only thing my human will need is to please me and after the claiming
where we exchange bites and blood, my pet will live as long as I do."
Xander pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around
himself protectively. His only thought now was,