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.
DUE TO AN INCOMING MAJOR SNOWSTORM THAT WILL
KNOCK OUT MY POWER, I AM POSTING TOMORROW'S
CHAPER THIS EVENING.
Thanks and credit to silk_labyrinth for betaing the spelling, punctuation and
finding wandering boo boos.
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As always, thanks to the wonderful Petxnd for her friendship and her banners that
put the perfect visual to my words.
It was one syllable. It was expelled on a warm breath more than spoken, but it
conveyed all the things Xander felt and Spike understood it perfectly.
"Feelin' content, are we, Pet?"
Xander squiggled his butt a bit to bury it just a fraction of an inch deeper in the
sand. Sand which still retained the heat of a blazing sun that had dipped below
the horizon hours ago. He was nude. They both were, but it was a condition
more readily accepted here in Rio than it was in the Bible Belt or the
Adaptability was a mindset that Xander had adopted early on in his time as a
vampire's pet. Before that, he had never heard the term, 'When in Rome...." but
now, after 39 years, he not only embraced it, he completed it as 'When in Rome,
wear a pointy hat, red robes and role-play choir boy and naughty priest.'
It was opposite ends of the scale. Their last week's run had begun with the orders
given to the carnies that instructed that no one of importance was to be eaten,
watch your foul language and protect the identity of all species of demon. It
was a week of self-check and strict shackles.
Rio was a wild swing of the pendulum. It was a population that accepted and
understood. They had seen the likes of the carnival before and rather than fear
and shy away from it, they embraced and celebrated it.
Xander stared up at the twinkling stars and the low-hanging full moon. He
smiled as he squinted, deciding that the man in the moon looked very much
like a vampire.
"Yeah. I love it here. Brazil is where we should come when we retire. Not that
I think we should retire. I mean, hell no. The carnival is our lives and I wouldn't
change that, it's just that...."
Spike chuckled. He was stretched out on his back beside his pet and also staring
up at the face of the moon. He thought it resembled a Mar-stars demon.
"Yeah, I know, love. Fact is, someday the carnival's run will be over and it will
be time to move on. Not yet, mind you, but someday. We'll know when it is time.
For now we just go on. Speaking of the show, your little anniversary gift was
brilliant! Clem and Elvira are still healing up and they said it was better than
their honeymoon. You are their hero, Pet."
Xander burst out laughing as he remembered Spike following his orders and
delivering the huge, insane black panther to the happy couple. The vampire
tossed it in and jumped back to avoid the resulting flurry of fangs and claws
and unearthly screeches.
The sides of their tent repeatedly ballooned out and caved back in. On the
outside, Spike was left panting and bleeding from a dozen cuts and gouges
as the fracas inside continued unchecked.
In the morning, the two demons emerged wearing the blush of love and the
exhaustion of a night they will long remember.
"So what do you say, love? Want to fuck?"
Xander's body felt totally relaxed and languid as he considered the question. A
rousing fuck in a spicy Latino atmosphere was always enjoyable and his dick
twitched a bit at the prospect, but it would require a lot of effort and then there
was the problem of the grit and sand.
"I dunno, Spike. Last time the damn sand got all up in the crack of my ass and
chafed like hell till I got it rinsed out. Besides, aren't you the vamp that bitched
about grit under your foreskin?"
Spike shuddered and grimaced at the memory. Still, his cock was hard and he was
not about to be dissuaded by a few environmental inconveniences.
"True. True. Of course we could do it in the ocean. A bit of slap and tickle as the
waves splash your outside with salty wetness as I fill your innards with the same."
Xander's eyes bugged and his breath hitched. His dick, that had struggled to lift
from his thigh, now jumped and plumped as it shouted, "Ahoy matey!" and Xander
leapt to his feet, running for the crashing waves. Laughing, Spike let out a whoop
and rushed to follow.
With long strides that fought against a heady froth pushing him back to shore,
Xander strode out till he stood waist high in the water that felt as warm as a
bathtub. His skin instantly raised in goose flesh as the warm tropical breeze
drifted over his wet, bare torso. His nipples hardened and his nuts bobbed
between his legs.
Before he could turn around, Spike jumped high out of the water and landed on
Xander's back, knocking the pet beneath the surface.
Laughing and sputtering, Xander popped back up and tackled the vampire,
shoving his head underwater knowing he didn't need to breathe. Spike took full
advantage of the situation and faced the swaying, rigid cock of his pet. He took
it in his mouth, tasting the salt of the ocean and the musk of his boy and he took
his own cock in his hand.
Xander stood, seemingly alone in the ocean and the moonlight. His head was
thrown back and his face contorted in ecstasy as the vampire beneath the water
sucked his cock and fingered his balls. When the first stirring of release tickled
his spine, Xander prepared for heaven to reach down and tap him on the
shoulder. Unfortunately, Spike cruelly chose just that moment to resurface,
smug and detached from his needy pet.
Xander whined pitifully as his master floated on his back, his own erection
protruding above the surface, looking painfully purple. Casually, Spike paddled
his feet till he had circled his frustrated lover and he righted himself behind.
Spike then pressed the palms of his hands on Xander's strong, tan, youthful
back and he slid them up to grip his boy's slick shoulders.
"Ah, love, you are beautiful like this. Wet, warm, willing and all mine."
"Oh, yeah. All yours and willing as fuck."
Xander stood still, his legs apart and his arms slowly swishing back and forth
in the movement of the waves as he waited to see what Spike had in mind.
Two inches shorter than his pet, Spike stepped closer and rose up on his toes
to press their bodies tightly together. It nestled his cock in the crack of the
boy's ass and he flicked his slightly pointed tongue against the claim mark
on his pet's throat.
He heard a slight hiss escape the boy's lips that sounded like a snake whispering,
Urgency coaxed Spike on, knowing foreplay had just been trimmed to two-play
as he lined his cockhead up to the ocean's rarest starfish. Xander reached
behind him and spread his cheeks wide to offer help and encouragement.
When he did, Spike pushed through and on a squish of the ocean's foam, slid
all the way in and stopped.
Xander grunted and screwed his face into a grimace of glorious pain. After
only a moment the burn eased. His fingers released his cheeks and moved
back to grip Spike's hips signaling it was time to move. So he did. Slow,
easy, deep pushes that caused small waves to swish between Xander's legs
as that glorious cock rubbed all the right spots inside his body.
"Oh, damn. That's so fucking nice."
"Is it, Pet? Do you never get tired of me fucking you? Do you never want
another man to be inside your body?"
Xander whined at the terrible, sacrilegious suggestion and his hips began to thrust
back in a concerted effort to prove that he could never tire of his master's sex.
Spike smiled. It had been a question whose answer was never in doubt but he
used it as a springboard to kick this in high gear. Reaching around, he gripped
Xander's penis in his hand and he began roughly stroking as his pumping action
took on a new depth and determination.
"No answer? So you do think of other men? Maybe I have been too easy on
you, boy. Maybe I should show you how a master uses his pet for pleasure."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, show me. I've been a bad, bad pet!"
Immediately, Spike began to plunder Xander's ass as he roared and worked
the pet's heavy, buoyant erection. In turn, Xander cursed, grunted and panted
as his hips snapped back and forth, sucking in Spike's cock on to and sliding
into Spike's fist on fro while a steady stream of "Fuck, fuck, fuck" filled
the night air.
Curiosity had a school of tiny fish swimming around them as the men created
their own small tidal waves of copulation. When the cock in his hand grew
rigid and heavier, Spike leaned in and in an unannounced flash, sank his fangs
into his boy's throat.
Xander's whole body went stiff and his cock jerked, shooting blob after blob.
Ocean pearls of white thick cum that rose and mixed with the floating flotsam
and jetsam on the surface. Hungrily, the fish devoured it as fast as it appeared.
Behind him, Spike continued to drink in as his nuts emptied out. With his chest
pressed tightly against his boy's back, Spike's butt humped awkwardly as the
last of the spasms eased and slowed with the flow of his dead seed.
When it was over, neither man moved. In time, the shrinking cock slid out
and the warm ocean waters bathed and soothed them both. Pushing his feet
off the bottom of the sand, Xander floated on his back in the moonlight
and he smiled at his Master.
"I love it here, Spike. In the water. In the moonlight. Here with you. Maybe
we really should think about retiring from the carnival. Maybe just 50 more
years and we give it up to live here. What do you think?"
Spike smiled and he dove under water only to pop up right beside his wonderful
"I think 50 years sounds about right, love. I think that sounds right nice."
So ends another story. The Bee greatly appreciates the readers who stuck with
me and offered such warm and wonderful words. Thanks! The last two stories
have been heavier, dramatic ones so the Bee thinks we need to go light. Our
next story is a follow-up to 'Mouse'. It is called Count Luffton and will begin
See you then!!!!