bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

Dream Catcher

Title: Dream Catcher
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 hustled past the vampire who stood in the doorway of the lead trailer.
Ever since taking over as owners of the carnival, Spike and his pet now travelled
across the world and several other dimensions in a trailer that far exceeded the
base accommodations of their original tent.

No more cold dirt floors. No small surplus army cots. No orange crate shelf
kitchens. All of that was suitable for a rogue vampire but not for a business owner
and his proud property. Besides, it had only taken a couple years for Spike to
figure out that humans don't thrive well in the cold and wet climates. They need
heat and regular food and water to prevent the annoyance of snotty noses and
decreased libidos.

When all that became understood, Angelus gifted them with a small, ratty trailer
of their own. Xander couldn't have been more thrilled if it had been a thatched-
roofed honeymoon cottage on a tropical island. Spike was convinced when he
realized the increased enthusiasm it inspired in the broom closet sized bedroom.

But that was before.
Before the changing of the guard.
Before the night when the ugliness occurred and the Carnivale Mystique went
through the transfer of ownership. The night no one now spoke of.

As Donald Trump often says, "With business ownership comes great responsibility
and sacrifice," and no one knows that to be a truer statement than Spike and Xander.
Their long, leisurely days lounging in bed and wallowing about in the arses of each
other are now cut short under the restraints of time. Oh, sure, Spike can still loaf
about and sleep as long as he wants, but the carnival must go on and that leaves
Xander to oversee the daily catastrophes and difficulties.

Especially on the stressful opening nights.
With his back to his vampire and facing the bed, Xander quickly kicked off his shoes
and jerked the covers down on the small, neat bed. His dick was half hard, but
his mind was not yet in the game.

"Ya know, Spike, I think we are going to have to put some money into those food
carts. At our last set-up, Big Bill had a clump of rust drop into his coney sauce.
Luckily it was the same color so he just stirred it in and no one questioned the
crunch. By the way, did you know that it was Clem and Elvira's anniversary?
We really should do......"


"OW! What the fu....?"

Xander rubbed the sore spot on his bare ass where he had been smacked and he
spun around. The vampire looming behind him was naked, hard as a rock and by
the look in his eye, ready to kill. Xander stood, wide eyed, wearing nothing but
his tee and socks.


Spike's arms went rigid at his sides and he threw his head back and roared. He
then took one menacing step forward and growled.

"How dare you bore me with your petty human talk when I have ordered you in
here to service and please me? I am your Master! Nothing out there matters
when I want your body! Your only purpose in life is to serve and satisfy me! Have
you forgotten that? Do you need reminded? That first smack was to get your
attention, boy! Do you want another?"

Xander's heart rate quickened and his stomach fluttered. They hadn't done this
in a long time. Apparently too long if the bubble that was oozing from his dick
slit was any indication. For a moment he just stared. Spike was incredible like
this. The ridges on his brow and the fangs in his mouth were just the tip of the
iceberg. In full vampire mode, his whole body changed. Subtle differences that
someone about to die at his deadly hands would probably not notice or appreciate.
But Xander did.

Spike's muscles were more corded and defined. His stomach caved in slightly
and his shoulders hunched in a predator's stance. His long thin fingers were capped
with yellowed, razor claws and his feet reformed themselves into something that
bordered on hooves.

But the best part was his cock. In human form it was pale, long and thin. It was
hooded in foreskin and stood proud and ready for the pleasures of the flesh.
A vampire's cock was more. It was a steel rod covered in velvet. The mushroom
head poked up and away from the skin, purple, dripping and angry: it didn't
asked to be pleased, it demanded.

Inwardly, he cursed his master's timing. A good, painful round of master/pet sex
could go on for days. Cutting it short was like a half an order of chicken McNuggets.
It was just enough to tease and make you want more.

Outwardly, he dropped his eyes and head and easily slipped into a submissive
appearance. His cock sprang to full hardness and the muscles in his legs went weak.

"I'm sorry, Master. I forgot myself. Please, punish me or use me in whatever way
the Master would find pleasurable. My body belongs to the Master."

Spike fought the urge to giggle like an excited school girl. Despite his protests to the
contrary, he did care about Xander's dedication to the carnival and he knew that if it
weren't for his human, things would be in a constant state of chaos. Therefore,
although his own pleasure was the primary objective, he would do it expeditiously.

"Get on your knees! Hands behind your back and open your mouth! Your master
wants to fuck your face!"

Xander fell to his knees and gasped as the force of desire knocked the wind from him.
Quickly he scooted forward, tipped his head back and opened his mouth like a baby
bird waiting for a worm. What was shoved down his throat was no nightcrawler, or
maybe that was the perfect definition for the vampire's hard cock.

With his feet stepped apart, Spike squatted slightly as his nut sack swayed between his
legs. His left hand grabbed a fistful of thick brown hair and his right circled his own
twitching cock. Teasingly, he slapped it twice on the tongue that stuck out and each
time, his pet tried to suck the meat in only to have it cruelly pulled back.

When Spike finally got the whine of desperation from his boy that he wanted, his
hips snapped forward and every inch of the thick, cool meat was rammed in.
As expected, Xander gagged and the tears sprang to his eyes. At the same time,
his own erection jerked and begged for a firm grip and stroke. One he knew
his Master would forbid for now.

Saliva flooded his mouth and Xander adjusted his head slightly so he could do his
best. Immediately he began suckling, slurping and tonguing the hard rod that
continually bounced off his tonsils while he scraped his teeth over the shaft just
the way Spike liked. A little pain was a vampire's pleasure.

Then, with his forefinger and middle finger at the base of his dick, Spike pulled
out and lifted his drool-drenched cock away from Xander's lips.

"Lick my nuts. Suck 'em and......oh, fuck, yeah, just like that."

Xander felt the tiny, coarse hairs tickle his tongue as he lapped at the wrinkled sac,
poking between the wiggly nuts and rolling them back and forth. When Spike
wanted more, he smacked the wet cock against the boy's face indicating he
wanted sucked again. Xander happily complied.

When the mouth action became deep, firm and purposeful, Spike's hips rocked in
time and he had no objection when his boy spit in his hand and took his own erection
in hand. Now, with a firm grip and a relentless vacuum-like attachment, Xander
got down to the serious business of sexual release.

Spike jerked, panted and grunted as it seemed that Xander would suck the flesh
right off his body. Xander's hand, working independently from his brain, stroked
his shaft downward, the head pointing toward the floor and his knees wide apart.

Almost simultaneously, he felt the erection in his mouth and the one in his hand grow
harder and heavier. Hungrily, he whimpered as he tried sucking the sweet/bitter juices
from the head. Spike responded by gripping the boy's ears and unloading down his
throat. Xander immediately swallowed again and again fearful of losing even one
precious drop.

On the third squirt of cool, tangy cum, his own cock jerked violently in his hand and
gushed out to puddle on the small rag rug in the trailer's bedroom. The zing of
current that shot down his spine and out his dick sent his muscles into constriction
and his sphincter slammed shut. He regretted there wasn't a cock in there at the time.

Eventually the haze lifted and the men relaxed; when they did, Spike helped his boy
to his feet and kissed him deeply, swiping his tongue around the inside of Xander's
mouth and relishing the taste of his own juices swimming in the warm saliva.

He held him in an embrace and he rubbed his hand up and down the human's back
as he whispered lovingly in his ear.

"It's opening night, Pet. Should you really be sluffing about in here with so much
work to do?"


Xander shoved the grinning vampire away and mumbled unflattering comments as he
dressed and hurried back out the door.

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