Title: Dream Catcher
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's walk-through of the carnival grounds had lasted much longer than he
had anticipated, but then it often did considering the condition of the antiquated
equipment. Nevertheless, the gates opened promptly at 4 PM for the early crowd
of young parents with children and older attendees enjoying the reduced senior rate.
He had hoped to be finished before then but a series of minor snafus had held him up.
The pipe organ on the carousel malfunctioned and a chain drive on the ferris wheel
slipped off track. Neither of those tasks could be trusted to the disinterest of the
carnies who would simply Mickey Mouse them to get them going, and then a disaster
would no doubt put a wrinkle in their week.
After a couple hours, a scraped knuckle and a grease stain on his favorite jeans,
Xander was again on the move. He picked up the murmured gossip from some
of the non-human workers that there had been a townsperson eaten the night before,
and Xander made a point of threatening that any fledge that caused them trouble
would be staked first and questioned later.
By now, the sun had set and the nip in the air told the tale of a quick-coming
winter. As a Californian, born and raised, Xander had a strong aversion to
the cold climate. He may like his beer and his vampire chilled but not the weather.
He idly considered asking Spike if they couldn't do their next run in Brazil. Xander
loved it down there and their last time, capped off with an arrest for fucking on
the feet of the statue, Christ the Redeemer, had been one of the best times they
had had since taking over ownership of the travelling show.
Still daydreaming, he strolled on past the freaks and geeks tents where Clem
waved and shouted over to him.
"Tonight's the night, Xan! I can't thank you enough, buddy!"
Xander threw up a hand as a frown tipped down the corners of his mouth. His brain
was trying to remind him of something that was related to Clem's comment, but it just
wasn't there. 'No worries', he told himself, 'if it's important, it will come to me later.'
Right now, with the darkness descending, Xander had a grin on his face, a half slab of
wood in his pants and a vampire master to locate.
He hurried to the far end of the lot where the game booths were set up. This
early in the evening there would be few if any patrons, but Xander still expected
the carnies to be on the job and barking out their wares if they wanted their fucking
pay at the end of the run.
As he passed the booths, it caused a ripple effect of the slags who were operating
the amusements to leap to their feet, hide their liquor bottles and call out for someone
to step up and try their luck. Xander snorted in disgust. It was impossible to get
good help these days.
He should have stopped and reprimanded them but the fact was, it would do little
good and to be honest, right now it was low on his priority list. At the top of that
list was a sexy-as-fuck master vampire.
Nearly running, Xander finally reached the end of the row and he skidded to a stop.
There he was, just like all those nights ago when he had first stumbled this way.
Xander stood back at a distance and smiled, then he slowly stepped forward, his
eyes glued to the man who sat on the ledge of the wooden booth, tossing and catching
the baseball in his hand.
"Come closer, boy. Have you come to play my game? Have you come to handle
Xander threw his head back and barked out a laugh. God, how he loved this silly
vampire! Then he checked his expression and attempted a stern look as he marched
"You, my good man, are a malingerer! As the proprietor of this less-than-fine
establishment, you are the one who should be out there tending to the fuck-ups and
malfeasance of the worthless shitheads that you have employed! Instead you
simply sit here and look sexy, gorgeous and good enough to eat! Shame on you!"
Spike's attempt to look chagrined failed badly as he slithered down from his post,
so he simply shrugged and eased up to within inches of the man scolding him. He
then scowled and put his fists on his hips.
"A malingerer am I? Well you, my spoiled pet, are a bellyacher. So there!"
In a flash, Xander grabbed the front of his vampire's tight black jeans and he jerked
the smaller man forward until their bodies were pressed tightly together. Their
erections bumped and bounced off each other as they sought positioning. Then,
Xander squiggled his hand down inside the waistband of the impossibly tight denims
between fabric and cold receptive skin.
"Bellyacher, huh? Well you are a sexy, handsome, fucking wonderful vampire!
How do you like them bananas?"
Automatically, Spike sucked in the small swell of belly that restricted the hand's
admittance, and Xander's fingertips extended and sought the rigid shaft that was
always tucked to the left. Spike smiled as he looked up into the soft brown eyes
and his body immediately began its familiar series of events, starting with the voice
that turned soft and whispery.
"I think I like that just fine."
Next his toes pushed up, trying to close the few inches in their height. Spike
strained to reach a level where his lips could meet his boy's. A good pet would lean
over for his master's comfort and convenience. Xander had never been a good pet.
He had always been contrary, ornery and sometimes downright deliciously defiant.
The continued physiologic response would be up his legs that soon grew shaky from
the tension and the sexual attraction and the need to be as wide as possible. His
nut sac would tingle at the increased blood flow that filled and fattened its partner,
the cock. Every inch of his skin screamed in protest of the heavy, restrictive clothing
that rubbed against it irritatingly.
His spine sizzled with electricity, his hands itched to feel the warm, flushed flesh of his
lover and his unneeded lungs filled with air. By the time the whoosh had rushed upward
and culminated in the incoherent bubbling of his brain and the expansion of the pupils
of his clear blue eyes, Spike was firmly in the saddle of a horse named Horny and
galloping toward the town of Orgasm.
Xander was not stupid. He understood the power of the effect he had on his lover, and
during these times their roles of master and pet were confused to the possible point of
reversal. It was a response in the vampire that Xander knew transcended simple sexual
urge. It was love. His master, a vicious, bloodthirsty vampire, loved him in the way he
knew no human ever would and Xander counted his blessings daily.
Tonight, he didn't make Spike reach or work. Instead, he scooped the smaller man
up with his other arm and he slammed their bodies together. He pressed his mouth
to the cooler one and he kissed him with all the love and devotion Xander had in him.
Spike whimpered. He threw his arms around Xander's neck and he shoved his tongue
as near to Xander's tonsils as he could. It wasn't enough for either man and the
kiss intensified. Xander tugged his fingertips from the tight jeans to prevent their being
crushed and he reached around, groping the blond's ass, kneading the soft swell of the
cheeks like a cat in the hot sunshine.
Together they moaned, groaned and shuffled their feet in a dance that kicked up
a small cloud of dust and sawdust. Their hips rocked together and their cocks
bid a happy and passionate aloha to their mate.
A fuck was on the table. Of that, there was no question. The only obstacle was
their inability to break the kiss long enough to get back to the trailer before one
or both of them exploded in release in their pants. Come to think of it, even
that wouldn't prevent an imminent coupling. Nothing, short of an earthquake
or an atomic bomb could prevent naked games. Nothing except....