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Carnivale Mystique

Title: Carnivale Mystique
39/42
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.



"Open your eyes, Xander. Our time is short."

Suddenly, Xander remembered what he had come here to report. The ambush!

"Spike! They're coming! They want to....."

Spike smiled.
"I know. The great grand Poof will take the Slayer in hand and buy us some time,
but we must move quickly. Listen to me, Xander. You have set your feet on
a path that cannot be reversed. The carnival will move on tonight and we will
go with it, but we must be bound together first. Do you understand?"

Xander nodded. He had faced the test and made his choice. There was
no going back so he didn't even allow himself the curiosity to wonder if he
would or not, given the chance.

With Xander's head still gripped in his hands, Spike pulled him forward and
slammed their lips together in a kiss of possession and dominance that left the
boy weak and trembling. When he finally released him and stepped back, all
the earlier traces of compassion or gentleness were gone from the vampire's
voice, replaced with purpose and determination.

"Undress us, Human. It is time for me to claim my pet."

Xander's head bobbed up and down in agreement as he reached for his own
belt buckle. Immediately, Spike smacked him sharply on the hand.

"No! Rule one is that the Master is always first!"

Xander gasp at the sting but he wasted no time in apologies. He dropped his head
and enthusiastically went about the job of removing Spike's shirt. In the short time
they had been together, Xander was very aware of the vampire's fondness for touch
so he made a point of rubbing his hands down his Master's arms and chest as he
slid the shirt from his pale, cool body. He was rewarded with a sigh.

Encouraged, Xander dropped to his knees and tugged the boots from the long,
slender feet. He then wriggled off the tight jeans, brushing his cheek over the
hard, rigid erection that sprang free.

When Spike was naked, Xander rose slowly, running his hands up the insides
of the vampire's thighs and burying his nose in the nest of blond curls reverently.
Rising back on his feet, he dropped his own trou in record time. Spike smirked.

With his hand on Xander's chest Spike backed him up till the calves of the boy's
legs hit the bed frame and he tumbled down. Like a jungle cat, Spike leapt on him.
His entire body surged with need and he knew it would take all his restraint not
to kill and drain this wonderful morsel.

"I'm going to own you, Boy. I'm going to shove myself inside you, fang and cock and
your body will be mine."

Xander gasp, his eyes wide open and his stomach hitching with each jerky breath.
Fear and passion warred for his attention. Even knowing it would hurt, he
couldn't wait. His cock throbbed and every nerve ending screamed in anticipation.
Lying on his back, Xander spread his legs as his hips jerked upward.

His brain said 'yes' but his butt was nervously clenched shut.
Awaiting Christmas morning had never been this nerve wracking.

Spike knew the first time for a human was difficult but he had no patience
for sweet talk and coercion. Dropping his head, he sniffed the boys chest,
neck and underarms. The heady smell of terror was only making Spike's
cock harder. Games and positions could come later. Spike needed to fuck and
the demon screamed it's demands for ownership.

"Roll over"
He growled. A deep throaty sound that came from his chest and the reaction
was instantaneous. Xander flipped like a pancake, lying on his stomach.

Spike sat on the boy's ass and ran his claws straight down the unmarked
skin leaving raised red welts in their wake. Xander whined and arched up.
He didn't know which was worse, the pain in his back or the squished
hard cock that he couldn't get his hands on. His finger gripped fistfuls of
the scratchy wool blanket.

Spike then edged back and scooped his pet around the waist and lifted him up
to his hands and knees. There was no time to waste and Spike needed the security
of a claimed pet almost as much as he needed the tight hot hole the boy was hiding.

"I am your first, Xander. There will be others use your body but only with
my permission. Only when I chose to pass you around. To be tasted, to be
fucked, but always mine. Only mine."

The mental picture of other men fucking him while Spike watched slammed into
Xander with such an erotic force he was afraid he would cum before they even
got started. Scrunching up his face, Xander strained to maintain control.

In a flash, a hand cracked him across the ass.
"Don't you dare! You do not cum without permission!"

With no more hesitation, Spike lowered his head and he licked. Pulling open
the tense cheeks, Spike wet and spit on the tantalizing, wrinkled hole. He
knew he should finger the boy open. Work him and relax him, but Spike
had never enjoyed the pride of patience.

He looked forward to the other times. Days when they could kiss and
snuggle. Spike had always been a closet cuddle whore and it excited him to
know they had years in which to indulge. But not this time.
Spike had to establish his dominance and ownership. It may be harsh, but
it was necessary. The insecurity of this unclaimed pet was maddening.

When the saliva ran and dripped freely, Spike lined the fat mushroom head
of his throbbing, hard cock up and he shoved. Xander flinched and pulled
slightly away.

"Wait. Spike, wait, I don't think I'm ready."

That earned him another smack and Xander hung his head in shame. He
leaned forward, putting all his weight on his arms that now shook from
the strain and he gritted his teeth.

Spike scooted on his knees another fraction of an inch closer.
"I'M ready! Your Master is ready!"
He shoved again and this time he broke through the guardian ring and
pushed himself till his nuts slapped against Xander's ass. The burn and
agonizing pain caused the human to collapse face first into the bed and he
screamed.

"No. Please. It hurts. Take it out."

The smell of the anal bleeding and the boy's tears nearly sent the vampire into
a sharklike feeding frenzy. The heat engulfed his cock and the involuntary muscles
of Xander's channel squeezed him. Spike threw his head back and roared as his
vampire face replaced the human facade.

Still, this was to be his pet. This was not a random piece of gutter meat he
would fuck, drain and discard. This was his Xander, so he stopped. He
quit moving and he let the boy adjust. Fractionally.

Almost immediately, the cool cock and the precum that dribbled from it
soothed and eased the pain, morphing it into the most erotic feel Xander had
ever known. Soon his moans and groans had changed and his hips experimentally
humped trying to coax the vampire to move inside him.

When he did, the feel was incredible and Xander moaned.
"Yeah, yeah, that's better. Oh, God yes that's better."

Again, Xander's cock grew impossibly hard and his balls began to draw.
Spike started. First in short jabs, he then pulled back till he was almost out
before slamming his cock back in. Xander reached for his own swollen prick
as Spike grabbed his wrist.

"What is the first rule, boy?"
"What? Wha...."
Xander floundered. His brain was shouting CUM! CUM! and Spike was asking
him a question. Struggling to concentrate, it came to him in a light a bulb over his
head moment and he proudly, but breathlessly announced.
"The Master is always first."

Spike grinned. What a good pet he had.

"Prepare yourself Boy, and do as your instinct tells you."

With no further warning, Spike rose to his knees, pulling his pet with him, Xander's
larger, broader back pressed flat against Spike's chest. As his hips began
pistoning forward and back and when he felt the familiar tingle, Spike bit into his
own wrist. With two more thrusts he jerked and with the first squirt of cold
cum, sank his fangs into the human's neck and drew, swallowing deeply.

The erotic power of the bite and the wet feel in his ass was his permission.
Xander's own cock pulsed in his hand and the hot living seed shot out just
as Spike placed his bloody arm at the boy's lips.

Xander closed his eyes and drank.
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