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.
All chapters here: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=bmblbee&keyword=Dream+Catcher&filter=all
As always, thanks to the wonderful Petxnd for her friendship and her banners that
put the perfect visual to my words.
Spike raced through the crowd looking for the familiar face of his lover. The more he
searched, the more frantic he became. His brain was flashing wild pictures of his boy
and the wrinkled, stupid old woman in a passionate embrace. His inner voice took on
a cackling, hag tone that bid Xander to come away with her, and Spike whimpered.
After several minutes of futile hunting, he stopped. Panic had him going about this
all wrong. Stepping off to the side, Spike forced himself to calm down and he closed
his eyes. He cleared his mind and he thought about his Xander. Within seconds,
it came to him. Like a GPS, he could feel his pet.
He gasped with relief. Xander was still here. He was on the grounds and it felt
like he was alone. Maybe he had scared the bitch enough that she ran away
without seeing Xander. He had to know. Calmer now, Spike hurried off in the
direction his instincts led him and sure enough, within minutes he saw the back
of the familiar dark brown head.
Xander didn't need to turn around. His Spikedar was clanging and he knew his
vampire was close. Immediately, Xander closed himself down. He stopped thinking
about the girl and he tamped down his giddy glee. Thirty-eight years of intimate
close contact with the vampire's ridiculous insecurities had taught him a lot.
Before he could stop himself, Spike grabbed his pet roughly and spun him around.
He examined the look of confusion in the boy's eyes and tried to validate it. At
the same time, his sense of smell kicked in and he sniffed for any indication that
Xander had embraced, fucked or even kissed the disgusting old woman.
Nothing. There was nothing, and relief flooded the vampire, overwhelming him.
Xander tipped his head to the side slightly and he waited. He knew that look.
He had experienced it almost daily in the first few years when Spike feared the
others in the carnival would tempt his boy to stray. All Xander's attempts to
reassure him were pointless and it didn't take long to learn that it was just easier
to undergo the examination. Which is what was happening now. Xander frowned
and wondered if Spike had seen the girl too. How could he? Spike wouldn't
have had any indication of who she was or her connection to Xander's past.
Xander was stumped.
"Spike? Is something wrong?"
Spike threw his arms around his pet and he pulled him into a tight hug, ignoring the
looks of disgust and the smiles of approval from the humans who passed by them.
"No. No, I just....... Come back to the trailer with me, Pet. Please. Now."
"You want to fuck now? In the middle of opening night? With everything going on?"
Xander looked around. If left to their own, the carnys would cross the line with
the young girls and boys who came near them. One of the food vendors was having
a problem with his cooker overheating and Oscar, their 15-year-old lion black
panther was on his last paw. Xander didn't want him croaking in the middle of a
"Spike, I can't there is......."
When he really looked into the deep blue eyes, Xander could see it. The desperation,
the need and the love. Nothing was more important than that. If Spike needed him,
then fuck the carnival. He smiled, lightly kissed the downturned lips and took Spike's
hand, leading him across the field toward their trailer.
As soon as they got inside, Spike stripped with the speed of light and he dropped
down to lie on his back on their bed. Still unsure of the circumstances that had
caused this strange anomaly, Xander slowly kicked off his shoes and pulled the
"Murry's Bail Bonds" t-shirt off over his head.
When Xander's strong, tan chest was revealed, Spike sighed and let his fingers
slowly and lightly ghost down over his body to nudge and play with his awakening
erection. The subtle act caused Xander's breath to hitch. No matter how long
they were together, the vampire hadn't lost any of his ability to make his pet's
knees weak, his stomach flutter and his cock hard as a rock.
Quickly, Xander began to undo his own jeans and rid himself of their restriction but
Spike immediately stopped him.
"Wait! No, let me."
Spike scooted over to the edge of the bed and he reached up to where his pet was
standing. His cool palms pressed against the hard bulge inside the denim before he
carefully lowered the zipper and allowed the thick flesh to bounce out. When it did,
Spike lovingly kissed the heated, twitching cock before he laid back down to wait.
Xander was concerned. This was so different than the playful blowjob just hours
earlier that he couldn't help but wonder what had caused the shift in moods. It
couldn't have anything to do with the girl. Spike couldn't possibly know who she
was so Xander dismissed her from the equation.
Climbing on the bed, Xander crawled between Spike's legs. Like a puppy, he licked
the vampire's calves, inner thighs and nut sac as Spike hissed his approval. With
one long swipe of his hot tongue up the length of his master's cock, Xander kept
going, dropping kisses up his stomach, chest, and slowing to flick his tongue over
the nubbly nipples. Spike responded by throwing his head back and muttering
"Fuck, Xander, yes. Sit on me. I want to feel you. I need to be inside you."
Xander reached on the headboard for the bottle of anal lube. With the container
of slick in his hand, Xander leaned down and pressed a kiss to the cool lips.
Hungrily, Spike responded. His upper body strained forward trying to capture
more of Xander's mouth while his tongue dove in, tasting the familiar flavors of
his pet. Coffee, chocolate, purity and Spike.
There was nothing foreign. Nothing feminine or suspicious. Spike slumped back,
Xander smiled. Whatever was wrong, had taken a sharp turn towards right as his
Master's warning bell stopped sounding its alarm.
"Watch me, Spike. Look at me prepare myself."
Spike's eyes shot open and he stared as Xander supported his weight on one arm
and his knees while using his other hand and oily fingers to apply slick to the outside
of his tight, wrinkled entrance. Xander's stomach muscles clenched and his eyes
fluttered shut at the feel and anticipation. Spike gripped and stroked himself at the
sight of his beautiful boy. His voice quivered quietly.
"Put your fingers inside. Finger yourself for me."
Xander whimpered. His legs shook and his temperature rose. His right side shifted
from knee to foot and he raised up slightly so Spike could watch as one of the thick,
slimy fingers slid inside. Xander's body lurched forward as the feeling of intrusion
begged him to touch that hidden spot. He wanted to slip in another finger and hump
his hand, brushing and tapping that hot bump that made him crazy with need.
Xander's eyes shot open and he hesitated at the order but did not withdraw his
fingers. He wanted Spike but right now he just wanted to cum. Finally, and
reluctantly, he withdrew leaving his body empty and itching with need. Spike
smiled and wagged his cock straight up in invitation. Xander responded by
running his lubed hand over the long cool cock and lining it up to his slightly
Then he lowered himself down, clenching against the burn and wonderful pain of
being overfilled. Both men chanted as one.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck Fuck. Fuck, yes!"
As his body adjusted to accommodate, Xander used the minutes to lean over and
capture Spike's mouth in a fierce, devouring kiss. He pressed their chests together
and felt the cool one warm with the contact. When he could, Xander sat upright,
he placed his hands behind himself for balance and he began riding. Slow and
shallow at first, he took his time to give them both pleasure. Gradually he pumped
deeper and faster as his inner muscles squeezed and rippled around Spike's cock.
He then shifted and braced his hands on Spike's chest for better leverage. Xander's
head dropped down and the sweat dripped from his forehead as he rode his vampire
hard. He muttered words that had no vowels and made no sense. Spike understood
and answered in the same language.
Spike had an iron grip on his pet's waist and his hips thrust up, spearing his boy's
willing body repeatedly in time to Xander's moves. He knew from the incoherent
grunts and moans that he was hitting the passion point constantly, hammering his
cockhead against it and driving them both towards paradise.
Before long, every muscle in Xander's body began quivering and Spike wrapped
a cold loving hand around his bouncing, dripping meat. The action caused his
entrance to twist around Spike's cock and massage it harshly.
Neither wanted to drag this out any longer. They both craved that moment of near
painful electric shocks that would sizzle in their spines and ache in their balls just
before the spasms of cum pumped from their cocks like a Winchester shooting
Xander released first. He dropped straight down to feel Spike as deep inside him
as possible as his cock twitched and jerked, gushing hot sperm onto Spike's hand
and stomach. Spike stared at the boy's slit as it opened and spit cum, slobbering
and drooling happily.
When it was done, he lifted his palm to his hand and licked. The taste that exploded
on his tongue triggered his own orgasm and he greedily sucked his fingers as his cock
came again and again into his pet's willing body.
Xander stayed where he was. He felt the dick inside him slowly deflate and finally
slip out on a wave of fluid that gushed from his ass. Only after it did, did he flop
down beside his lover and run his hands through the sticky mess on the vampire's
"I can't stay, Spike. I need to get back out there."
Spike smiled happily. All was right with his world after all.
"I know Pet. You go ahead. I might nap a bit, then I'll join you."