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Dream Catcher

Title: Dream Catcher
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Author: BmblBee
Rating: NC17
Paring: S/X
Warnings: Strong sexual language and M/M sexual situations.
Disclaimer: The Bee freely admits she owns none of the characters in this story
and makes no profit. I simply borrow them, then hose them down before returning
them to the shelf for others to use.

Summary: AU. This story is a follow-up to Carnivale Mystique.
At the ending of Carnivale, Willow vowed to spend her life looking for her lost
friend and that is just what she has done. Now, after nearly 40 years, she and
the carnival cross paths again. Can she finally get the answers she needs and
protect her granddaughter from falling victim to the special allure of the carnival?
During the telling of this story will be flashback chapters that tell how Spike
and Xander adjusted to their roles of master and pet.

Note: If you haven't read Carnivale Mystique or have forgotten the story,
there is a prologue that contains a brief summary of the story. Use the tags
at the top of the page to find your way there.

Thanks and credit to silk_labyrinth for betaing the spelling, punctuation and
finding wandering boo boos.





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

Xander stopped as he passed through the center of the disorganized organization.
The sun had just started to dip in the sky but the workday was far from over.
He watched as the new hires swung their sledge hammers, driving the tent stakes
deep into the ground.

"GET SOME BACK INTO THAT! HEY, YOU! REINFORCE THAT GUIDE
WIRE. ONE STAKE WILL NEVER HOLD IN THIS SANDY SOIL. USE
A BACK UP."

When he was certain his instructions were being followed, he continued on
through the center of the flurry of activity, shouting orders and overseeing
the organization of yet another carnival run. Despite his youthful appearance,
this was his 38th year and the mechanics of the setup now came as routine
to him.

During the years he had been with the carnival, his appearance had changed
little. He still looked no more than a young man of 19 unless you looked
deeply into his eyes. There you could read the wisdom of the ages. Being
with Spike had altered every atom and cell within him.

The blood bond made him a pet. Property. An item owned by a ruthless,
evil vampire. That was what outsiders would think. That was the way the
vampire handbook would have described it. But Spike was no textbook case
and the years with this particular vampire had brought love, devotion and
an all-consuming knowledge that he was cherished in a way he had never
known possible.

Although he changed little outwardly, the inner growth saw an insecure boy
become a confident and capable man. He was a lover, a pet and the
ultimate carny.

He oversaw the raising of the huge tents and the construction of the small
vendor booths. He dealt with the conflicting personalities of the demon workers
who looked down on the humans, and he made sure that no one got eaten who
was necessary for the operation of the carnival.
At least until the run here was complete.

Over the years, part of his pet training had included learning every aspect
of the carnival. Now, he could do everything from assembling and dismantling
each ride to saddling the ponies to deep frying and sugar coating the elephant
ears. In the beginning, Xander had taken to the business of the carnival
much quicker than he had to the position of vampire's pet.

"Hey, Xander, wait."

Xander stopped walking and watched as the shorter man ran to catch up.

"Hey, I know you said you wanted the food vendors set up on the far side,
but if we do that it puts the ponies too close to the entrance and the smell
turns off the townsfolk."

Xander looked around. This was a smaller area than they were used to but it
was larger than some and they had always made it work.

"OK, good point. Switch the game booths and the ponies and tell Maguire that
I want that fucking shit shoveled out twice a day to keep the odor down. Tell
him that I will be checking and if I see more than four horse turds at any one
time, he will end up eating the extra."

Oz snorted because he knew it was not an idle threat. He had seen Xander
do worse. Much worse.

"Will do, boss. Say, just out of curiosity, where the hell are we?"

Xander took note of the landscape, the cool temperature and the placement
of the stars in the early night sky before shrugging.

"Fuck if I know. Somewhere in the U.S. Midwest maybe. Doesn't really
much matter, does it?"

Oz shook his head. It was a true statement.

"Nope, guess not. OK, Boss, I'm off to see to the pony poop problem."

Xander relaxed and smiled as the werewolf/man hurried off to see that no one's
delicate sense of smell was offended as they entered through the huge arch
that announced, "Welcome To The Carnivale Mystique".

"Well, well, Bossman. You got any orders for me?"

Xander turned in the direction of the deep, accented voice and he frowned,
trying to look stern and annoyed.

"One of us has to run things around here. As usual, you are more interested
in smoking those damn cigarettes and looking drop dead sexy than actually
working."

Spike laughed and wrapped his arms around his pet, pulling the larger man
flush against him. Xander lowered his head, smiled and placed his hands
on Spike's face. Their lips met and the power of the connection rushed through
them as if it were the first time. With a moan, Xander opened his mouth
and Spike's tongue slipped in. Immediately, the bite mark on his neck tingled
and ached wonderfully.

Together they clung to each other, kissing, rubbing and groping as linemen,
animal trainers and short term human carnies hustled around them, going
about their business, having long ago become accustomed to the sight of the
vampire and his human pet engaging in constant near-copulation.

Finally, Spike leaned back, panting unneeded oxygen and gazing with hooded
passionate eyes.

"Come to bed with me, Pet, please. You know how I hate to wake up alone.
Come back to the trailer with me. Lay down and let me have you."

Xander felt his body surge with the need for his Master. His blood burned
in his veins and his cock filled and twitched, but he knew it would have
to wait.

"Goddamn it Spike, you know I can't. We are set to open tonight and we
are nowhere near ready. Fuck, you got to sleep all day while we all worked
and there is just no way I can drop everything and go suck your cock."

Right on schedule, Spike's lower lip poked out and he scuffed his shoe in the
fresh layer of sawdust that covered the ground. Xander folded his arms across
his chest and shook his head as he refused to fall for the vampire's spoiled
brat routine. When Spike realized that he was getting nowhere fast, he tried
one last tactic.

"Never said I just wanted my dick sucked, did I? Nope, had the bit of a tic on
my tongue for a squiggle around and a 69. Quick suck and swallow, all nice
and neat. No muss no fuss. Bet you would be done up and ready to tuck
back in less than 15 minutes. Course if that's not........"

Anything else Spike was about to say was cut short when Xander took off
running for their shared trailer. Glancing around, Spike made sure he had the
other's attention before shouting after.

"That's right, Boy! Your Master has given an order! Git your arse in there
and wait for your next instruction!"

The reaction from the workers was mixed. The lesser demons cringed. The
human carnies gasped and looked horrified. Clem, Oz and the others that knew
better just rolled their eyes and chuckled. When Spike was satisfied that he had
established himself with the peons, he ran to catch up.
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