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.
Xander felt light as a feather. His heart soared through the treetops with the
red-tailed hawk and swooped on a song and a prayer. Despite his real age,
today he felt no older than his false appearance presented.
Sitting and snacking with Xani this morning was reminiscent of all the mornings so
long ago that he had sat with Willow in the Bronze. They would ply their bodies
with junk foods while evaluating their lives through the arrogant eyes of youth.
They offered up opinions and evaluations of their teachers, parents and neighbors,
all the time pointing out how differently they would live their lives and avoid the
mistakes of the middle-aged. Willow wanted to be an educator. One day her plans
were to open a daycare center, and the next time they spoke she would have lofty
aspirations of teaching English in some exotic foreign land.
Apparently she never got to do those things, but from the sound of things that
Xani had said, Willow was happy and that was all that mattered. His dear friend
had lived a life that she wanted and so had he. Of course his was not the one he
As a boy, Xander had wanted to be a fireman. From the minute he had seen them
when he was five years old and the neighbor's garage mysteriously caught fire, he was
mesmerized. They had come flying in on a screaming siren and a bright red truck with
ladders and hoses, shouting orders and spraying water to save the day. Then, as he
was shuffled off to the side, he looked into the arc of water dousing the burning
building and saw a rainbow. It was magic.
It was superhero stuff.
Oh, yeah, that was what little Xander wanted to do too.
But that was a child's dream and he had long ago become a man. Today, he was
right where he knew he belonged. If Mr. Snyder's vocational aptitude tests had
included a category for 'Vampire's Pet' he would have achieved a perfect score.
Especially if they had included a test subject like Spike.
Spike was the key to Xander's happiness and right now he couldn't wait to see him
His pace picked up as he headed out of town and by the time he was just a mile from
the carnival's encampment, he was nearly at a dead run. As he passed the entrance
and the clown's mouth, he sprinted across the grounds, ignoring all the workers trying
to get his attention, and he proceeded directly to their small trailer.
Leaping the steps, he rushed in and slammed and locked the door behind him. He
began removing his clothes in the small living space and by the time he reached the
bedroom, he was stripped, hard and ready to go. Spike, on the other hand, was
still sound asleep. A condition which neither hampered nor hindered either of them.
With a wild Indian holler, Xander launched himself and landed on the lumpy mattress
with such force that Spike's much lighter body bounced up and dropped back down
with a plop. Now a lesser, more impatient man would have been irate and irritated to
have his slumber so rudely interrupted, but for Spike, any time Xander wanted to join
him, naked and happy, he was welcomed with opened arms and legs. Still, he felt
obliged to give a cursory objection.
"Oof! Hey, I was sleeping, you great lump!"
The crinkles around Spike's eyes and the twitch in his lips belied the stern voice and
Xander immediately shoved Spike over onto his back and he straddled the sleepy
"That's right. You WERE asleep and now I want you awake. I want to hug you and
kiss you and since my dick is hard, I think I want an orgasm or two. So, if you want
to go back to sleep, I suggest you give me what I want first."
"Huh! Well, I like that! How dare you speak to your Master like that! You are
an obstinate young whelp, you know that?"
"Yep. That's right. I'm a 57-year-old brat. Now, do you want to waste time
talking or do you want to play?"
Xander reached down and gripped Spike's thin wrists in a tight grip and he laid them
above Spike's head. It was a submissive posture that apparently Spike's cock had
no objection to, as it was already starting to twitch and lift in that awkward, half-hard
position as it conceded to the pet's demands.
Both men stared at the erections between them that were trying their best to seek
out the other, but it quickly became clear that Xander was going to have to assist.
Releasing one hand, Xander reached between them and aligned their cocks before
he leaned down, again pressing the weight of his upper body onto his master.
Spike groaned at the wonderful restraint. His boy had always had just a bit of
extra to him. A few pounds that could not be claimed as muscle or bone. A little
density that Xander used to find embarrassing but that Spike reveled in for this very
reason. It was solid. It was dominating. It was Xander.
Xander leaned in so that his face was only a breath from Spike's and he stared
into the blue eyes of love and devotion. Spike inhaled. His pet smelled of warm
sunshine, sweet pastry and hot coffee. Instinctively, Spike craned his head upwards
as his lips sought Xander's.
Xander closed the distance and when his mouth lightly ghosted over Spike's, he
whispered words floating on warm puffs of air.
"I love you, Spike."
Then he kissed him, but it was not the gentle, sweet kiss that his words would have
prophesied. This was a man's kiss. Deep, powerful and hungry. At the same time,
Xander let his chest bear down on Spike's, knowing that the vampire would feel
the heat and heartbeat from his human pounding against the cooler, silent ribcage.
The kiss went on, broken only for brief gasps of oxygen, a tip of the head in the
other direction and a nose bump. The intensity grew in proportion to the cocks
between them. The only part of Spike's body that was not restrained was his legs
and now they jerked, spread apart, and his feet came up flat on the bed in an
attempt to give him some leverage to push upward with his lower body.
In response, Xander's hips and butt began rocking and humping. Each movement
caused their cocks to grind against each other, first dry, then, as the pre-cum began
oozing, slippery and slick. He released Spike's wrists and he braced himself in
"Oh, fuck, Jesus that's....."
"Yeah, yeah, more, harder."
Xander's arms strained as he held himself up. His neck muscles bulged and his face
contorted in concentration. Spike placed his palms flat on Xander's chest and, like
a cat, his fingers kneaded the wiry hair on the hot human torso.
Together they stared at the strange dance that was playing out between them. The
squished dicks and the purple heads that popped up seeming to scream their
discontent. The friction was not enough. The pressure missed where it was needed
most and yet each move jacked their desires higher than a kite.
It was frustrating. It was maddening and infuriating and it was the most delicious
torture ever. The only question was as to which of them would break first, and in
this case, it was Xander.
With a grunt and an ungraceful move, he flopped onto his side and gripped his cock.
Then in a very familiar and well-practiced manner, he began to stroke. His legs
were wide apart and his nut sack was pulled up each time his fist tugged his cock
as he frantically chased the orgasm that was waiting for him just around the bend.
Spike would have laughed if he weren't so busy doing the same. Still flat on his back,
he watched the beautiful boy next to him as he masturbated his way to paradise.
Rhythmically, Xander's ass pumped his cock back and forth as he stripped it. His
other hand reached down to play with his nuts and he squeezed his eyes shut as the
perspiration beaded up on his forehead.
His hips continued to jerk as the cock in his hand erupted, spurting string after string
of warm, wet release straight into the air and splattered against the side of Spike's
Spike threw his head back and wrapped both of his hands tightly around his dick.
He then laid perfectly still as he enjoyed the feel of his own cock twitching in spasms
that pumped the thick fluid that gushed out and pooled onto his stomach.
For a tick in time, both men held motionless before exhaling and slumping bonelessly
against the other in exhaustion. Finally, Spike lifted both of his hands. He wrinkled
his nose as spunk dripped from all ten digits and he glanced down to see that his leg
had also taken a major jism hit.
Careful to avoid the sticky mess, Xander eased back out of the bed and looked down in
"Damn, Spike, how can you sleep in all that slop? Geesh! I'd help you wipe it up but
I've got work to do. The carnival won't run itself you know. Later. Love ya."
Xander whistled as he left the bedroom and he scooped his clothes off the floor. He
snickered and ignored the curses and threats that followed him. It certainly was
a glorious day.