Temptation

by
BmblBee

Part Six

The air around him had suddenly gone cold and it seemed far darker than the late afternoon sun should have left it.

The barn Xander had known all his life now felt foreign and strange. Terror of an unknown enemy slithered into his belly like the snake from the very garden itself.

Father had often told him to be vigilant. That the devil would come to a righteous man. In that moment Xander felt as though he must be most righteous indeed as he could feel pure evil breathing down his neck. His eyes darted from the gory mess at his feet to the distance of the barn door. He had no curiosity to turn around.

"You'll never make it." Spike hissed and chuckled darkly. His lips so close to Xander's ear he could feel the icy cold breath as it puffed on each word.

The stench of terror rolling off the boy was intoxicating and Spike inhaled deeply. This boy was different than any he had ever killed before. The innocence of him was far deeper than just an absence of sexual experience. It was a total lack of anything wrong. He was a mortal with no knowledge of life's perversions. Spike couldn't even imagine how that was possible but who was he to look a gift human in the mouth.

Oh, yes, this was a true prize.

Xander took only an instant to consider his options and knew he had none. His very soul depended upon escape and he would not give up willingly. If his faith was being tested he vowed he would not fail.

Dropping the tools still in his hand he dashed for the barn door. Thrusting out his hand for the small metal handle his fingers were just inches away when the demon himself flashed in his face. Having moved faster than humanly possible he was now directly in Xander's face and firmly planted between Xander and his freedom.

"I told you NO! You stupid little shit! Don't you know what I am?" Instantly Spike's arm came up and backhanded Xander so hard he was knocked off his feet. His body flew, slamming into the sawdust floor and back against the wooden slats of the first stall.

Xander buckled with pain but remained silent. He would not give the demon the pleasure of hearing him cry out.
He sat where he landed giving the physical distress time to ease and waited to see what would happen next, all the time searching mentally for any avenue of escape.

Furiously Spike began pacing back and forth between Xander and the safety of the wooden door. His long black duster flapping around him like the wings of a black bat.

Finally stopping with his back to the boy Spike slapped both palms solidly against the barn door. He threw his head back and let loose with an unearthly screech that caused Xander to cover his ears to block out the ear piercing sound.

When done, the silence in the barn was almost as shocking as the scream. Spike let his head drop back down as he took a calming breath. "Well now that's much better." Spike stood up straight and after slipping into his human features turned back to face Xander and smiled sweetly.

What Xander saw caused his lungs to struggle, forgetting how to process oxygen. The beauty in that face was like nothing he had ever seen. How could this be the devil he had faced seconds ago?

Coming quickly to his senses Xander knew poison could disguise itself in the sweetest smelling flower. He would not be fooled that easily.

Walking to his boy, Spike reached his hand down to pull Xander to his feet. Xander scrambled to stand unassisted, avoiding the touch of the ungodly. Standing backbone straight, Xander brushed the straw and dust from his clothes. He tried to force his heartbeat to slow and prayed for the ability to stay master of his bladder and not wet his britches like an infant.

Slowly Spike started circling Xander's body. "Who are you, Boy? Why are you dressed in those silly clothes? You just poor or all your jeans in the wash?"

Xander wasn't sure of the advisability of answering the demon but figured anything that kept him alive a little longer might be a good idea. "My clothes are not silly. I dress as all men of my community dress. We are of the Old Order and shun the fancy colors and clothes of the English."

"What the fuck is the Old Order? And I'll have you know I'm English. You calling me a fancy?"

Spike was getting frustrated. Was the boy calling him gay? Not that he minded. He rather enjoyed a good ass fucking. He just didn't like the idea of this brat labeling him.

Xander was confused. It was as if they were not speaking the same language at all. "No, English is people who are not of the Old Order. Not the country, the belief. Old Order means Old Amish. Some who claim Amish are Mennonite, but it is not the same. We shun all modern distractions. It helps us keep our faith at the forefront"

Spike wasn't sure he understood all that but the fact was he really didn't care. Wasn't like he was going to let the boy live. He just wanted a little cat and mouse first. "Do you know what I am, boy?" Spike threw back his shoulders and tipped his head high as he repeated his question of earlier.

"You are the devil himself sent to tempt and torment me. I warn you Satan, I will not forsake my faith or falter in my strength."

Spike howled with laughter. Oh this one was going to be a real treat. He may just want to keep this boy. For a while at least. "No, Boy, I am not that arrogant wanker. I'll have you know I am William the Bloody. Master Vampire. I have butchered and slaughtered my way across three continents over the last one hundred and thirty years."

Xander cocked his head to the side, but said nothing. Spike was losing patience. "Well?"

Xander threw his hands up quickly. "Oh, nothing. I was just thinking that I would have expected someone a whole lot bigger. Did you do all that killing on your own or did you have help?"

Part Seven

Spike was thrown totally off balance. Although he couldn't be certain, he was pretty darn sure he had just been insulted.

Add to that the unsettling fact that the scent and heartbeat of this boy had returned to almost normal and this was becoming a most frustrating experience. "Now look here you sanctimonious little prick. I could rip your throat out in the blink of an eye. Your pitiful worthless life would end in this shithole of a barn tonight." Spike was again fuming.

Xander neither flinched or feared. It had taken him a few minutes to get his feet back under him and get over the initial shock but he was now back on solid ground. His faith did not stand on shifting sand. Nor did it alter or change with the ebb and flow of circumstance. "There is nothing you can do to me that I fear. What is it that you threaten to do? Kill me? My life does not belong to me. It is only on loan while I walk this earth to offer praise to God. If you were sent to test me, do it. I will not fail. If you want my life, so be it." Xander shrugged and turned away.

Spike thought he may possibly gag. "If you want my life, so be it." He mocked in a whinny, high pitched voice. "Oh I'll have your life my boy but I won't take it easily or quickly."

Xander turned back to face him with any number of ready bible verses on his tongue, each one a sword in his defense, when something happened that changed the rules and the game for both of them.

"Xander!" Willow's voice called out from the back door of the farm house. Xander knew it would only be minutes before she came to the barn in search of him. The look in Xander's eyes was one of pure terror as he locked on the face of the demon.

The expression on the face of the boy mixed with the sharp acrid smell of sweat and fear caused Spike's dead heart to attempt to beat and his cock to harden. Rubbing his hand obscenely over his crotch he grinned lasciviously and moaned. "Ah, that's more like it. Ladies and Gentlemen, I think we have a winner."

Xander was sickened by the implications. He could see the erection the demon displayed and the thought that Willow's purity and innocence could in any way be threatened by this disgusting creature filled his throat with bile. "Please, please, I don't beg for my life but I do for my sister. Kill me if you wish but spare her life. If there is any decency in you at all, please." Tears ran freely down Xander's face as he implored the demon to grant some leniency.

Immediately Spike knew this was what he had been waiting for. His boy's weakness.

He fought down the irrational fury and jealousy that there was no one who ever would have voluntarily given their
life for him. No one to beg and plead on his behalf. In life or death no one had ever cared for him like that. But that was irrelevant. He was the musician here and the boy his violin and this was a stringed instrument that must be played and plucked carefully to extract the sweetest music.

It was something that needed thinking on.

"Xander? Are you in the barn? Mother said supper is on." The voice drew closer, and Xander's fear reached a level he had never known. His breath came so hard he thought his heart and lungs would burst with the effort. "Please. Please." His voice was quiet now. Low and clearly on its last.

Decision made.

"Go to her. Have your stupid family supper, but afterward you are to come to me. Make some excuse. Tell them you have to put the cow back in the barn. We need to iron out the terms of our agreement." Spike sneered and picked his teeth with a piece of straw.

"Oh, and by the way, if you say anything to any of them I will creep into the house when you are all asleep and kill every living thing. You may be willing to throw your life away, are you just as willing to give up theirs?"

Xander gave no answer or acknowledgement that he had even heard. Spike was sure he had. He was also sure the boy had no idea of his bluff. That the vampire could not enter the family's home without an invitation and Spike didn't anticipate a warm welcome any time soon.

Trying his best to pull himself together Xander went to the door, this time with no intervention, and walked outside. Despite the fresh air and late day sunshine Xander could still feel the contamination as it clung to his clothes and filled his nose with the foul odor of depravity.

"Hey, there you are." Willow skipped to him and took his arm. The minute she saw his face and felt the cold clammy skin she shuddered. "What is it Xander? What has happened?"

Taking a deep breath, Xander did his best to smile. He knew what he said next would be the first of many lies he would tell. "Nothing Willow. There is nothing wrong. I just don't want to make the family wait. Let's hurry before Mother gets upset." Xander took Willow's hand and tugged her toward the house and away from the evil behind them.

Willow turned and faced the barn with a frown. The "tell" that often came and whispered to her was suddenly
buzzing. The fog was too thick and she couldn't make out what it was saying, but she knew she would. Sooner or later, she would. One thing was certain, whatever it was, it was not good.

Part Eight

Willow and Xander hurried into the dining room and were met with the disapproving scowl of their father. Taking his place as the second head of the table, Xander joined hands with his mother and Willow apologizing for keeping everyone waiting. "Father, my I say the supper prayer please?" Jacob Harris was very pleased and nodded his agreement. All heads bowed and Xander spoke quietly.

He thanked the Lord for His blessings on them. He humbly apologized for all transgressions, real or unintentional, and he finished by asking God's protection from all evil for his family, home and community.

He asked for nothing for himself.

Halfway through the prayer Willow had lifted her head and watched her brother carefully. Her "tell" was now such that she could see a dark cloud over Xander's head. Still struggling to understand it's origin, she was startled back to reality by the combined voices of the other three

"Amen"

Jacob shook out his linen napkin and placed it on his lap. "Well, Son, did you find anything in the barn that could have caused the injury to the cow?" He filled his plate and passed the platters of food around the table.

The thought of eating nearly caused Xander's stomach to revolt, but he couldn't risk stirring the suspicions of the others so he too took his share. "I found two dead rats. Huge ones." That much was true. "I want to go out after supper and check once more. I will shovel her stall before putting her up for the night."

Jacob laid down his fork and looked at his son. "Will you be long? Did you wish to speak to your mother
tonight?"

His mother's eyes lit up as she waited for the announcement. It took a couple minutes for Xander to realize what his Father meant. Anya.

There was no way he could think about marriage and Anya now. Not when his very soul was on the line. He longed for the council of his Father and the comfort of his Mother but he knew this test was of his faith as a man and he must succeed or fail on his own.

"The food is wonderful Mother but I think I must be coming down with a stomach bug. I think I will complete my chores and retire for the night." He stood quickly and rushed out the door. Confusion and concern followed him.

Spike had spent his time alone making big plans. All thoughts of an immediate death for the boy and his family
were abandon and he now plotted a course of corruption, torture and, on his part at least, pure carnal pleasures.

The boy would be nothing more than a slave to his whims and wants. He could hide out here for a week or so and hopefully lose that pesky bitchy slayer and her lap dog. When the coast is clear then he butchers and drains the bunch of them and is on his way.

Absolutely fanfuckingtabulous!

Xander paused briefly outside the barn door. The sun had dipped low so he had taken an oil lamp to light the way. Taking a deep breath he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

For a split second he thought he was alone. Then it heard the dark throaty chuckle from behind him. "Enjoy your dinner, Boy?"

Xander did not answer. Instead, he went about the task of removing the dead rodents and attacking the soiled hay
with his pitch fork.

Angered by the disrespect Spike slapped him on the back causing him to drop the tool in his hand. "Turn and face me brat. You are here to listen to my rules not shovel shit."

Calmly Xander picked up the fork and turned. "I can do both, Demon. Tell me what you must, and I will
listen but I will also do what is expected of me."

Spike wasn't sure if he had won or lost that argument so he continued on. With his hands behind his back he began
walking slowly back and forth

"First, I need blood. I expect you to either have that scruffy cow or one of those horses out in the yard brought to
me each day."

Xander kept his attention on his task. "It's called a pasture not a yard, and I will not allow you to cause injury to our animals. We are given dominion over the earth's creatures to care for them, not abuse them."

Spike sputtered. "I do not take enough to injure them. And so what if I did? It's them or you." Xander just shrugged and Spike continued. "Also, I don't like being called "Demon. My name is Spike and that's what you will call me. Unless you prefer "Master." Spike sneered and primped like a peacock.

Xander still did not look up. "Nope. Giving name to you would only give you power over me. I shall call you Demon or nothing."

Spike could feel his temper begin a slow boil. He refused to lose control of this situation. "Now see here, I am stuck here for a week or so and I think I should be comfortable. I want some company. Therefore you will come out here each evening and entertain me."

Xander chuckled.

Spike froze. "What the fuck is so funny? You think this is a joke?"

Xander finished and spread the fresh straw. "No, it's just that you reminded me of my fifth grade teacher Mrs. Hershberger. She used to pace just like that when she made us repeat the multiplication tables or memorize bible verses."

Spike grabbed Xander's arm spinning him around and slammed him roughly against the nearest post. Pressing
their bodies tightly against each other Xander was shocked by the violence. Fear raced through him as the blue eyes that were now just inches from his brown ones flickered yellow. The smell of terror combined with the heat of the human caused Spike to harden painfully.

Shoving his rigid cock into Xander's leg he growled, a sound that started deep in his chest. The feel of the hard
penis rubbing against his thigh snapped Xander out of his state.

Using all the strength he could muster he pushed Spike away. "DO NOT touch me with your perversions!" Stumbling he put as much space between them as the barn allowed. "I will bring the cow in. If you cause her injury you will pay for your sin."

Spike said nothing as Xander ran out and did as he said. After securing Bessie in her corral he backed toward the
freedom of the door.

"I will come back tomorrow. I expect you to keep your word, Demon. No injury to my family or livestock." In a flash Xander was gone.

Part Nine

Xander rushed back to the sanctuary of his home. Exhausted from the stress of the confrontation, he was
also surprisingly exhilarated. He had confronted the Demon and held his ground. Xander wondered if this type of test was sent to all young men. It didn't matter. He would not be swayed.

The Demon had said he would stay there for one week. Xander resolved to pray and confront each challenge
with faith and strength of purpose. He would either win and be allowed to keep his life or he would lose and forfeit it. Either way his soul would not be compromised.

Passing quickly Xander called out to his family "Good night. God be with you." And he darted up the stairs.
Willow's eyes stayed glued on him till he was out of sight.

Jess sat darning a pair of socks by the lamp light. "What on earth gets into that boy?"

Jacob laid down the book he was reading and rubbed his hands over his eyes. "Leave him be, Mother. The boy has a lot of decisions to make. He is at a time to choose a path and we must pray that he chooses the right one."

Willow rose and made an elaborate show of stretching and yawning. "I think I will go on up too. It has been a tiring day." Kissing her mother's cheek first, she the threw her arms around her father's neck. "You are right Father. He needs our prayers now more than ever." Kissing his forehead, she ran up the steps.

Jess laid down her mending and looked at her husband with true concern in her eyes. "Jacob, Willow seems...."

"Never mind, Mother. Finish your mending."

Xander kicked off his shoes and curled up on his bed, still fully dressed. He had much to think about and pray on.
All the questions of why this was happening to him were really secondary.

The Demon was here and must be dealt with. He had shown his weakness by giving Xander his expectations, so he knew how to respond. It was a foolish mistake for the Demon to make.

One thing that bothered him the most was his erect member pressing against Xander's leg. Did he know of Xander's doubts about himself? Was this the temptation he would use against the human? He must guard himself against showing any weakness in that way.

"Xander? Are you still awake?" Willow's voice was low from the doorway. Quickly closing his eyes, Xander did not answer. "I know you are, Brother, and I know you are in trouble. Whatever it is remember, we all love you and you have God's love and protection."

Xander opened his eyes to answer but she was already gone. Wiping a tear from his face he rolled over and began to pray. Totally exhausted, he fell asleep in the middle.

Spike had crept from the barn and slipped unseen around the outside of the house looking through first one window then the other. What he saw confused him. The house was not old but the occupants lived like paupers.
There was no carpet, indoor plumbing, and for Godsake they didn't even have electricity or a telephone. How the hell did they get a telly to work?

Where the fuck WAS the telly?

He was also stumped by the clothes. Except for the beard, the old man was dressed the same as Xander. Both women had dark blue dresses and bizarre little caps on their heads. Was this one of those weird cults that CNN always reported on? Was that what the boy meant by Old Order? Spike started to step up on the porch for a better look, but stopped. The closer he came the sicker he felt.

It was a nausea, a feeling of vertigo that pushed him back. It was the same type of feeling a church gave him.
A repulsion the demon could not stand. Snarling, he thought about slithering back to his cubby hole in the loft but his curiosity kept him there.

He wanted this boy. This "Xander" But at the same time he had a funny feeling he was making the biggest mistake of his unlife.

Damn! If only that fuckin' slayer wasn't after him. What the fuck did she want? Wasn't like he was the only vampire in the world. He really did want to move on. Find a big city to blend into. People to eat, chaos to cause. 'Bitch wants me. That's it. Slut has penis envy and is using that stake like a pointy cock she wants to stick in me. Well, fuck her. And not in a good way. Ain't nothin' about her I want. Now Xander, that's a different story.'

Spike backed up and let his gaze wander to the upstairs window he knew was Xander's bedroom. All was dark. He had not lit the oil lamp this evening. Spike focused his concentration and could just faintly make out the steady thumping of his human's heart. The rhythm indicated sleep. Peaceful and deep. Spike's whole body was drawn to the sound like a magnet to north. Shaking off his human face he crouched by the tree and growled low.

Releasing his thick cock he stroked slowly. It felt as though he had been in a constant state of painful erection from the moment he first saw the boy. Every part of the vampire's body craved the purity and innocence of him. His fangs itched to slide into his neck like a hot knife to butter. Spike licked and sucked his teeth imagining how they
would feel when they split the skin.

Stroking his cock quicker, Spike let his other hand pull his balls free from their confines. Squeezing them he pressed them painfully flat with his palm. His other hand stripped his cock faster. Releasing his sac he scratched the soft skin behind leaving a raised red welt.

Allowing his mind to continue to wander, Spike thought about all the things he would teach the boy to do for him.
Spike had always been a bit of a tit man. His own of course. He would make the boy spend long hours just licking,
sucking and nibbling on his tits till they were hard little nubs all red and sore.

Spike moaned and swiped a yellowed claw over the leaking head of his cock. He felt the delicious twitch of his ass hole and stroked harder.

And blow jobs. Oh God the blow jobs he would get. That hot wet sweet tongue that would wrap around the shaft while his boy swallowed against the spongy head.

Gripping himself, Spike jerked forward as he shot thick cool cum onto the ground. Riding out the aftershocks he was dismayed to see that despite the strength of the orgasm he was still hard. "Well, fuck. Guess I'll just take this back to the barn and see what I can do about it." Spike stood chuckling and started back for his perch in the loft.

Suddenly, something caught his attention. Looking back at the house his eyes immediately went to an upstairs window. Standing there was the girl. If he didn't know better he could swear she was looking right at him.

Fear, like ice water, shot through him as he felt a power roll off her. Backing away slowly he then ducked into
the barn. 'What the fuck?'

Looking down he noticed that he was finally soft. Very soft.

Part Ten

Willow couldn't see anything in the darkness, but she knew it was there. Whatever was tormenting her brother was out there and it was evil. The kind of evil the community warned about but really knew nothing of. And now it was here. On their farm.

Willow did not know what it was, but she knew one thing for sure. It would not get her brother. Not if she could stop it.

Spike secured the door and slipped quickly to the igloo shaped mound of straw in the loft. He buried himself in the nest to think.

Something about this whole set up was wrong. This farm, these people, it all had an unsettling vibe about it. He remembered back in the sixties he had eaten a commune that was like this, but at least they had included him in a
orgy of drugs and sex before he slaughtered the lot of them. Very hospitable they were.

Spike had a funny feeling there would be no orgies here. He dozed off to the thought that coming here might have
been a mistake and wondering if it was too late to move on.

Xander entered the barn early the next morning with the pail and stool in his hands. Checking Bessie thoroughly, he satisfied himself that she was unharmed. Setting down the stool he began to milk.

"I don't like your sister."

The sound of the voice that came from the loft was not much more than a whisper.

Xander paused but did not stop or turn around. "Don't talk about my sister."

Sticking his head out Spike watched him with squinting eyes. "What's wrong with her? I can feel a power roll off her. She a witch?"

Xander froze. How did this demon know all his secret fears? What else could he read in Xander's mind? He must be wary and guard his thoughts more carefully. "You must not say such things. Witches are evil and there is only goodness in my sister. You are speaking lies with a serpents tongue."

Spike frowned and screwing his eyes as low as he could focus, stuck his tongue out to check. Nope, same old tongue. All pink and slimy but not pointy or snakey. "You show your ignorance, boy. Witches are people
connected to the earth. They feel and channel the power of the elements Earth, Fire, Water, and Air. It has nothing to do with good or evil. Only what they do with that power is bad or not."

Xander stayed silent, but let that information soak into his brain. He sorted it slowly with everything he understood
about life and what he knew of Willow. He wanted to remember that this was the devil and every word from his mouth would be decietful, still.........

Everything in his life up to this point had been very simple. Right and wrong. Black and white. Good and evil.
There was no room for any gray areas. There was never any confusion

Xander now understood where this demon's real power lay. It was in the power of doubt.

Finishing quickly Xander stood and turned to leave. "NO! I will not be ignored! You will stay and talk to me. I told you I wanted to be entertained."

"Entertained?" Xander sat the bucket down and faced the deamon with his hands on his hips. "I have work to do then my family is expecting me to come to breakfast. It is not my job to entertain you."

In less than a blink Spike had his hands around the boys throat. A century of practice and Spike knew just how much pressure and how long to apply it to get the results he wanted. Pulled up till just his tip toes touched the barn floor, Xander struggled to breath. The pain in his throat matched the frantic burn as his lungs screamed for oxygen.

Xander clutched madly at Spike's wrists trying to pry them loose, but it was usless. The demon's grip was like steel. Feeling himself fading and loosing awarness, Xander went limp. He was then painfully dropped to the ground, cracking his elbow when he hit.

Spike stood over the fallen boy, his hands balled into fists at his sides. "Your job is to do what the hell I tell you to do! You forget who the fuck you're dealing with. Piss me off and all bets are off! I will rip the heads off every person in that house and wipe my ass with their hair!"

Gasping for air and rubbing his sore arm Xander scooted away and struggled to his feet. He was stunned by fear
and the revulsion of the demon's language and threats. "Fine, what do you want to talk about?"

Spike looked slightly confused. He hadn't expected an agreement that quickly and wasn't sure if there was a
conversation topic on the table. "Oh, I don't know. Tell me something and I will correct you." Spike roared with laughter.

Xander was thrown off kilter. He had never seen someone go from furious to giddy in the snap of a finger.
He wondered if all demons were this mentally unbalanced or just this one.

Xander's brain sifted and sorted through things to discuss that would be a safe topic. He knew two things for sure.
He did not want his family mentioned, and the demon seemed very selfcentered so would probably be happiest talking about himself.

"Were you always a demon or did you fall from grace?" Xander sat cross legged on the floor as far away as he
felt safely possible.

"No I didn't fall from grace you idiot. I was a human just like you. Going about my business until I was snatched up and murdered by Angel. Fuckin' Wanker"

Jumping to his feet Xander's face turned red with anger. "You lie! Angels are God's messengers. They do not kill."

Spike rolled his eyes, but for once, didn't react. "Not AN angel. THE Angel. The great Liam O'Connor. Angelus himself. Although himself likes to be called "Angel" now. Like that makes him a different person. Once worthless Irishman, now pussy whipped vampire."

The wheels spun and searched in Xander's brain for a point of reference. Most of what the demon said made no
sense. One word, however, did. Vampire. He had heard that word once as a child when some of the other
boys were telling stories to try to scare the little ones. It was before his faith was strong and it had filled his dreams for weeks with scary pictures of the unknown.

"You're a vampire?" Xander looked at him suspiciously. Was this another trick? Was such a thing possible?

Spike threw his hands in the air dramatically. "Well give the man a cigar!"

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