Temptation

by
BmblBee

Part Sixteen

Spike came back to himself slowly. His head was pounding like the world's worst hangover and his body felt as though he had just gone several rounds with Angelus in his torture/sex pit. Unfortunatly his cock had no injuries to joyfully recover from.

A thin stream of blood dribbled from his nose and he swiped it away absent mindedly with his tongue
as his memory returned to him.

The Witch! Holy shit! That bitch had some power! Spike rolled over, propped his head up on his hand, and scratched his left butt cheek while he gave this new twist some thought.

Willow spent the rest of the day avoiding Xander. She was not ready to discuss with him what she had felt in the barn, mostly because she didn't want the questions that would come from it. She was pretty sure that, for now at least, Xander was not in any imminent danger.

She needed time to formulate an idea. Tonight, after supper, she would sit down with him, just the two of them, and make some plans. They would both lay some honesty out on the table and decide what to do.

Surely Xander wanted rid of this evil just as much as she did.

Bustling around in the kitchen, she finished some pies she had made for dinner and was just setting them
on the side board to cool. Mother was putting out the bowls and platters of supper, Jacob was changing into a clean shirt, and Xander was upstairs washing up.

Everything seemed so normal. Anyone on the outside would see nothing amiss, but she knew better.

Everyone eventually sat down and joined hands to pray. Then, just as they bowed their heads, a knock came on the door. Each member of the family checked the faces of the others. An interruption at this time of day was unheard of.

Jacob frowned "Who would come here at the time of supper?"

Willow jumped to her feet. "I'll go Father."

Xander's stomach froze. The sun had just set. Surely the Demon would not come to the house. Xander dismissed the idea as improbable simply because the Demon would not knock.

The food sat cooling and forgotten as all eyes turned to the door waiting for Willow to open it.

Outside stood a young blond woman wearing an obscenely short skirt and low cut sweater. Beside her was a large rumpled man with a wrinkled slumped appearance. He stood behind her with his head down and his hands in his pockets. His hair was oddly spiked and his unibrow suspiciously criminal looking. The whole family waited silently for the strange duo to state their intent.

"Hi ya'll. Name's Buffy. I wonder if we could come in and ask you a few questions. The name struck Xander sharply. Switching his gaze to Willow he shook his head violently. Jacob had also caught the movement and, trusting his son, walked to the door.

Protectively he pushed Willow behind him placing his body between these strangers and his family.

"We are about to have supper. If you have had motor car problems we cannot help you. We have neither fuel or a phone." He started to close the door but Buffy's hand stopped it with a firm flat slap against the wood.

The smile slipped from her face and she stepped in the kitchen. The man behind her flinched. "We won't be long. Just need to ask you a few questions. My friend here doesn't like to be rude so would you please tell him he is welcome to come in to your wonderful home?"

Seeing the panicked look on Xander's face, Jacob stood his ground. "Are you the police? Who are you to come into our home uninvited and ask us questions? What do you want?"

Willow had sat back down at the table and held tightly to her Mother's hand.

Taking a different tone, Buffy giggled and twisted the hair of her pony tail around her fingers. She cracked her gum, put on her best weak little girl appearance and tried again. "I'm sorry to interupt your lovely, scrumptious, yummy smelling dinner. My friend and I, Oh, this is Angel, by the way, we were looking for a friend of ours and we thought he might have come this way. If you would please invite us in I could give you a description of him. Maybe you can help us."

'ANGEL?'

Xander jumped to his feet. "No! We don't know your friend and you must not come in to our home."

Jacob had no idea what was going on, but he knew bad when he felt it. By crowding and nudging he worked her back out of the doorway and onto the porch.

"We know no outsiders. We keep to our community. You go look somewhere else."

His tone and face left no question or argument and the door was pushed to close.

In that last moment of connection, Angel raised his face, looked into Willow's and with a shocked expression mouthed the words "A witch?"

Behind the closed door, Xander could hear the frantic muffled voices as they stepped off the porch. Unable to discern the conversation, several words filtered through.

Those words were. "Fuck. .......was here. Stupid hicks........ A What? You sure? Damn!" And finally
"Buffy shut up! Let's just go"

Part Seventeen

The small nondescript red car pulled into the motel parking lot, and swung sharply into the first available space. Turning the key the driver shut off the engine and faced his passenger.

"How long are we gonna keep doing this Buffy? We've been chasing his ass half way across the country and he always manages to stay just one step ahead of us."

"I told you, we are going to do this till we find him and I put a stake through his Black. Shriveled. Heart." Discussion over she rubbed her eyes and rested her head back on the passenger side seat. "Now I'm tired and I need a nap. Go get us a room."

Buffy flipped the visor down and, checking herself in the mirror, began primping her hair and make up, expecting her orders to be followed without further hesitation.

Angel sighed the sigh of a pussy whipped vampire and climbed out of the car. Luckily Buffy's attention was so entirely focused on herself she did not see the light bounce in his step or the smile on his face as he crossed the parking lot toward the motel office.

It took just a few minutes and they were settled into a room on the third floor at the rear of the building. The decor was as nondescript as any low budget motel could be. Green shag carpet laid new in the seventies matched the color of the paisley print bedspread.

Angel wrinkled his nose at the funky smell rolling off the suspicious stains on the heavy bed cover. From their recent travels he had come to know that although motels change the sheets, most bedspreads are seldom if ever cleaned, and God knows what people do on them. He shrugged. Didn't matter. He had left a few stains himself over the years. Besides it wasn't like he could catch anything.

Unsure how long they would be staying, Angel double checked the quality of the drapes and the angle of the sun. Finally satisfied, he carried in the bags as Buffy took a shower. All settled in, Angel flopped down onto the bed letting his ass bounce a couple times before his back relaxed against the headboard.

He listened as the water ran in the bathroom and wondered if there would be any hot left for him. Oh well. He had found what he was looking for. He couldn't keep the sparkle of glee from his face.

He knew it as soon as they stopped the car at that last farm house. They had come to the right place at last. He was there. His childe. He had let Buffy think it was her idea to hunt him down but truth be told Angel was jonesin' for some Spike ass. Oh, yes. That sweet, tight, high, firm, bubble ass. The very reason Buffy had insisted on this trip. Angel shook his head.

He still could not believe how mad she got that night a few months ago. It probably never would have happened if he hadn't drank that alcohol soaked blood he got from the red cross dumpster.

'Buffy was just too fuckin' sensitive. Roll her over, fuck her in the ass, and call out Spike's name just one time and she's all bent out of shape. Sheesh. How fuckin' picky can you be?' he thought.

That's when she started on this obsessive quest to find and kill him, he remembered, which, at first, he objected to, then after some rethink he decided it might work out after all. Find him, fuck him, and tell Buffy it's time to give up. Everybody is happy.

Angel's thoughts shut off at the same time as the water. Buffy burst into the room wearing nothing but a large white towel. Angel wondered if she realized the towel actually covered more of her than most of the outfits she wore. Leaping on to the bed, Buffy straddled Angels' body. Flinging her towel to the side of the bed she sat back proudly. "You want some of this?"

She shook herself in an attempt to cause her smaller than small titties to bounce seductively. Nothing moved.

Taking Angels' hand she guided it to her crotch. Manipulating his hand expertly she took one of his fingers and shoved it into her wet pussy. "Cause it feels like this wants some of you."

Angel briefly thought about reaching for the remote control and flipping on HBO when suddenly a full color picture popped into his mind. Closing his eyes his body and brain conjured up the memory of long nights of hot sex nearly a hundred years ago. Throwing his head back Angel moaned and hardened quickly.

"Oh, yeah, Baby, that's what I'm talking' about." Buffy fumbled with the zipper on Angel's pants. "I knew you had to have some of this wet hot pussy. Isn't nothing better than a little Buffy stuff is there, baby?"

"Shhhh. Don't talk Buffy." Angel scrambled to turn out all the lights and strip off the last of his clothes. Climbing back into the bed he tried to ignore the heat of her tongue as she kissed him deeply. Following her lead he continued to finger fuck her till she was quivering with need.

When he knew she had reached the point she would refuse him nothing, he grabbed her ankles and flipped her over on her stomach. "Hell yeah Angel, give me some doggy style. Woof woof you big chunk of stud muffin you."

"Shhhh. No words Buffy. The motel has thin walls." Angel pulled her to her knees and slid his thick meat into her clinging cunt. With his eyes closed and his fist in her hair, Angel rode to climax, slamming his cock as deep and hard as a slayer could take.

He ached with the need to pull out at the last minute and ram it into her dry tight ass, but knew that would just start more trouble. Trouble he wanted very much to avoid now that his target was within reach. He could wait just a little longer for what he really wanted. Pumping her full of cool cum, he felt her pussy continue to twitch and hump, knowing the blood had settled in her clit making it swollen and aching to explode.

Sliding out, he fell to the side of the bed and yawned.

"Hey! What about me?" Buffy continued to jerk her hips and rub her hand over herself.

"Didn't you bring a vibrator or anything? Can't you just use that? I'm beat." Angel yawned again and appeared to be struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Fuck, Angel!" Buffy flopped onto her back and began frantically tweaking her way to a weak, unsatisfying orgasm. Jumping out of bed she angrily snatched her towel from the floor and headed to the bathroom to clean up.

"That is exactly why I'm going to dispose of that bastard. Maybe then you'll get your brain and dick where they belong."

Slamming the bathroom door he heard the shower kick back on. Smiling, he stroked his half hard cock. 'Oh they are going to be right where they belong. Soon Spike. Very soon.'

Part Eighteen

The tension in the farm house was thick enough to cut with a knife. Xander wanted to rush to the barn and warn the demon, but wasn't sure why he cared.

If that was the slayer, he should have just told her where the demon was and she could kill him. All their problems solved and their lives could go back to the way they were.

Still, after their long talk Xander felt sympathy for the demon. He was not a spawn of Satan. He was the son of a woman who loved him very much. Just like his own mother. This was not a life path he had chosen. He was a victim of the real demon, Angel. Angel who stood behind the woman who dressed so sinfully. Flaunting her body and her shame for the world to see. And she had aligned herself with the true demon, Angel, so how could she be on the side of the righteous?

Spike could be deceiving him and Lord knows he was psychopath enough, but of all of them he felt Spike was more victim than devil. Xander made the decision then to offer his protection to the demon Spike, and may God have mercy on his soul.

Willow, too, was flustered and her brain spinning. She knew the demon that had a hold on her brother was bad but now that she had seen true evil she wondered if there were degrees of evil. The further confusion of the other members of her family were muddling her "tell" and making it all but impossible to sort things out.

She knew her brother though, and she knew him well enough to see by the look on his face he had made some type of decision and her heart feared that it was one that would impact them all.

Jacob stood quietly watching the faces of his children and silently said a prayer of protection for his family.

"Everybody will sit. Your Mother has made a good supper and we will sit and eat it. We will also give thanks for all our blessing and thank God for his love. Then we will spend an evening together. You two have been rushing off to your rooms and outside each evening. Not this evening. No one will leave the house. We do not want any problems and I am not sure the English will not come back. Their lives and problems must not touch us. Whoever this man is that they seek, he must not come here."

Jacob tucked his napkin in his shirt collar and began scooping potatoes on to his plate.

"Father....."

Xander felt frantic at the thought of not being able to see Spike. 'It is for the protection of the family.' he told himself, but he knew that was not the truth. He did not want to think what the truth was.

Slamming down the serving bowl, Jacob left no question. His tired watery blue eyes flashed and his beard twitched
as the muscles in his jaw clenched. "No! I am still head of this family and you will do as I say. No more talk. Eat."

Silence reigned. It was extremely rare for their Father to lose his temper and raise his voice. Xander was shamed that he had caused that.

Xander hung his head and placed his hand over his Father's. "I'm sorry Father. I meant no disrespect. My mind has been distracted lately and I fear I have wandered from the path. You are right, of course. A quiet evening with the family is just what I need to put my priorities back in line."

Life for Xander had been so simple before this. All spelled out on a slate board to be clearly read. He would marry, start his own family, and home. He had grown and followed the teachings of his parents. Instructions that had never led him wrong. He had always understood that their life knowledge came from the good book and God's love.

He knew that was how he want to lead his own family when he had one. He would be given part of his Father's land until he could buy his own and start a working farm.

He would be head of his household and direct his children in the path of goodness just as his own parents had done. Yet something in the back of his mind had always told him the writing on that slate was not permanent. As impossible as it may be he wondered if his course in life wouldn't lead him down a different road.

This doubt was what had kept him from making the expected commitment to Anya. He just assumed that his lack of sexual interest in her could correct itself once they were married. It didn't really matter any way.

Sexual relations were for the procreation of the family. They would come together and know each other that way in order to fill their home with children. Pleasure of the flesh was a sin and when the demon touched him he knew it stirred feelings of great sin. The potential of earth shattering sin, and it scared him to death.

The remainder of their supper was quiet. Everyone lost in their own thoughts and fears. Willow and her Mother went through the motions of cleaning up as Xander and Jacob sat in the front room.

Jacob patted the sofa and indicated for Xander to sit with him. Turning to face him, Jacob placed his large wrinkled arthritic hand on Xander's cheek. "I have been amiss in my duties as your Father. I tried to give you time to work out your own decisions, but I can see that you are unable to do so. Sunday next after church we will have the Miller's over for midday meal. After which you will announce your intentions and ask Mr. Miller for Anya's hand in marriage. Your Mother and her mother will then discuss the details of the wedding. If you have slipped from the path, Son, it is my fault and I will help you find your way back. God loves you Son, and your Mother and I do too."

Xander's stomach felt nauseated. At the same time his brain knew the logic of what his father had said and he was nearly
relieved to have the decisions taken out of his hands. He understood if he was to save his soul it was the only choice.

"Yes, Father. Thank you."

Spike passed back and forth impatiently. What the fuck was taking the boy so long? He was lonely and he wanted company. He wanted his boy! Finally hearing the latch click on the barn door, Spike grabbed and jerked it open. "About fuckin' time! Where the hell.........."

"Hello, Spike. Surprised to see me?"

Part Nineteen

Spike was stunned. Of all the people on the face of the earth he sure didn't expect to see.. "Angel. So it's true. I knew Buffy was tracking me, but I really didn't think you were riding shotgun for her. And what the fuck is her problem anyway? Not like she doesn't have other vampires to stake. Why she after me?"

Angel strolled in casually appearing for all the world like he owned the place. He walked to the cow stall and running his fingers over the bite mark on her neck, snorted. "Oh you know how she can be sometimes. Got this wild hair up her ass that I have you on my mind when I'm putting the cock to her. Thinks if we get rid of you I'll give her more orgasms. Silly bitch. If I didn't need her to help out in LA I wouldn't force myself to fuck her at all."

Turning back around, Angel slid to game face and back again so smoothly that someone watching might not have caught it at all.

Spike froze. He was probably the only one that understood that there was no real division between Angel and Angelus. They were two demons sharing the same body, but they were not, like most people thought separate beings.

It is always a mistake to assume a soul makes you a good person. Some of the most vicious people in history had souls, and he was looking at one of them now.

Angel could easily slip between the two when it suited him most. And Angelus was most comfortable when he was beating and raping his favorite childe.

"How did you find me?" Spike was slowly stepping back hoping to put as much distance between them as possible.

"You kidding?" Angel laughed. "That fucking Slayer must have a godamn GPS system up her snatch. Tracked you straight here. Soon as we got out of the car I could feel you. I'm not sure why she couldn't. Must have something to do with the witch living here. That's certainly an interesting turn of events, eh?" Angel had a big grin on his face.

Spike leaned nervously against the center post and fumbled with a cigarette. "So now what? You gonna run back and tell her that you found me?"

Anger tapped his finger on his chin thoughtfully. "I'm thinkin' no. I'm thinkin' I fuck the shit out of you and get good and satisfied then go back and convince her to give up and return to California. Maybe in a year or so when I get the Spike itch on the head of my cock we do it all again. Now that is what I call a plan. So what do you think Spikey?"

Spike lunged for the barn door and hoped against hope to make a run for it. Angel was quicker. Fuckin' big oaf always was fast on his feet. Blocking the escape he then grabbed Spike in a head lock and threw him to the ground.

As badly as Spike feared what was coming, his main concern now was that Xander would be in danger. He hoped beyond hope that the boy would just stay in the house tonight. Silently he said a prayer of his own. 'Please don't let him see this.'

Jumping back to his feet Spike took his stance and raised his fists. "You want this, it's gonna cost you. Ain't nothing free in this life and anything you get off of me you gotta work for. Come on, Wanker, lets see what you got."

The fists and feet flew. Punches and kicks landed hard and accurately. The sounds of grunts and snapping bones filled the barn causing the animals to stomp their feet and show their distress. A kick to the side and Spike could feel his ribs shatter. A fist to the nose and Angel's blood spurted, spraying them both.

Spike's boot connected with the side of Angel's head and he hit the floor. Grabbing Spike's foot as it swung for another kick, he pulled Spike to the ground with him.

Climbing on top, Angel pinned Spike's arms down with his legs and began a flurry of punches that reduced Spike's face to a mess of blood and broken bones.

Finally exhausted, Angel rolled off when he knew Spike was unconscious and the fight was over. Flipping the broken body over onto his stomach, Angel jerked off Spike's pants and then his own. Spitting on his hand he massaged a cock that had been hard and leaking since the fight began.

Angel took a minute to enjoy the sight in front of him. He had almost forgotten how beautiful this pale sweet ass was. And as Sire, it belonged to him. Sometimes Spike forgot that, but Angel didn't mind reminding him. As Sire, it was his job to show his childe the true path of his destiny. And that the purpose of his unlife was to please Angel.

Grabbing him by the hips, Angel pulled the limp body back to him and shoved his thick cock in with one thrust. The smell of blood as Spike's insides tore sent Angel into a shark like frenzy.

He fucked frantically, slamming himself deeper and harder with each plunge. There was no use of imagination this time. He knew exactly who he was fucking and he knew it wouldn't last long.

"Ahh, fuck Spike!"

Angel jerked and rocked as his body pumped again and again what seemed like an unending supply of thick cold cum.

Limp and spent, Angel pulled his soft cock out of Spike's battered body. Scooping the blood off his cock, he licked it from each finger.

After resting for a few minutes, he stood on shaky legs and looked down at what was left of Spike. Angel did his best to straighten his clothes and staggered for the door. Pausing, he glanced back. "Thanks Spike. You always were a good time."

Taking a moment to check the area for humans, Angel slipped out of the barn and headed back to the motel and a sleeping Buffy.

"Hope the bitch left me some hot water."

Part Twenty

Xander had been restless all night. Unable to leave the house he just knew the Demon would be furious. He tried to think of all the things he could say to placate him. But really beyond the fear of retribution Xander was shocked to realize that he just missed him.

The demon was a fascinating person. Like no one Xander had ever known. He had lived so long and seen so much, he could talk forever on any subject. And he obviously loved to talk.

Xander even had to admit that if he had known the Demon when he was still a human, they would have had much in common. Maybe even been friends. Xander checked himself before he allowed his thinking to go beyond that.

So he tossed and turned and waited for morning to come when he could return to the barn. Maybe the Demon got angry because he was not there for their evening talk and he left. Traveled on to another farm and another boy to test.

Xander surprised himself at how depressing that thought was. 'No, no. That would really be the best thing. That was the whole point wasn't it. Resist falling victim to the Demon's evil plans and wait till he leaves.'

Xander flopped over on his other side and continued to think. 'Actually the Demon didn't have any demands other than wanting me to spend time with him. Entertain him, he called it.' Xander chuckled and flipped on to his back with his hands under his head. 'How could one night be so long?' Just when he was beginning to think time had stopped moving, he realized it was breaking dawn.

The milking needed done and the eggs collected. Jumping from the bed Xander pulled on his clothes and said his morning devotional. He couldn't remember the last time he was this excited to get started on chores. Racing down the steps he passed his Mother on her way to the kitchen. Kissing her quickly on the cheek he flew out the door.

Still dark out he now wished he had taken the time to light an oil lamp. Pushing open the barn door he stuck his head in gingerly to see what sort of temper tantrum would greet him, dismally, there was nothing but silence.

"Demon? You in here? I'm sorry I couldn't come last night. My Father said....." When he saw the crumpled figure on the floor, Xander fell to his knees, his empty stomach retching up nothing but water and stomach acid.

Xander had never seen anything like that before in his life. The blood and damage that covered the Demon's body left no area untouched. Spitting out what was left in his mouth, Xander crept closer. Was he dead? Could a hundred year old Demon die like that? Xander reached down to place his fingertips on the Demon's neck to try to find a pulse. There was none, but he didn't know if there should be or not.

When the heat of his fingers connected with the cold skin Spike moaned. Startled, Xander fell back on his ass and scrambled, crab like, away. Painfully opening the one eye that was not swollen shut, Spike looked over at Xander and reached out his hand. That small amount of effort was all he had in him and Spike again slipped into unconsciousness.

Forcing himself to calm, Xander crawled back toward the broken body. Lightning fast his mind sifted and sorted the facts. The demon was covered in blood, obviously had several broken bones, his clothes were torn from his body and from the mess on his backside he knew he had been cruelly violated. Tears of sympathy welled in Xander's eyes. 'Not even a Demon deserves this. Who would do such a thing?'

"Angel"

Xander had always been taught that a hand is never raised in anger. No matter what happens you always turn away from violence and vengeance. It is only God's place to exact punishment for the sins committed against another.

For the first time in Xander's life he did not agree. He wanted nothing more than to find the evil demon and rip him to shreds. He also realized these thoughts were not helping the demon who was bleeding out in front of him.

Xander immediately sprang into action. He collected some clean rags and water. He needed to clean him up before he could assess the true damage. Gently he washed off Spike's back and legs, cleaning off what was clearly spent seed mixed with the blood. His stomach was more than grateful that he had not yet eaten. Spike's coat was thrown to the side. His shirt was rucked up and his pants torn and crumpled.

Xander carefully rolled him onto his back and was somewhat relieved to see the majority of the injuries were to his face. That once beautiful face. Using a clean rag he washed the forehead and cheeks, trying to avoid the crushed nose.

He finished wiping everything off and tried to decide what to do next. Looking down at the bare legs, try as he may, Xander could not stop himself from gazing at the demon's sex. He had never actually seen another man's penis and it was fascinating.

He scooted closer. It was absolutely beautiful, pale and even flaccid it was much longer and thicker than his own. The nest of soft dark blond curls around it framed it perfectly.

Xander itched to touch it, but knew it was wrong. Probably wronger than wrong. Possibly the wrongest thing he had ever done.

Xander looked up at Spike's face for any sign of awareness, but saw none. Taking a deep breath he slowly blew it out and decided an extra prayer of forgiveness would be more than worth it. Reaching down with just the back of the fingers on his left hand, Xander lightly brushed down the wonderful length. The touch was lighter than a feather in the wind.

It felt like the cool satin of the lining of his Father's good Sunday church hat. Turning his hand over, he ran a firmer touch this time. Lifting it with an easy grip, he laid it restfully on the Demon's thigh.

By now, Xander was aware that his own cock was hardening painfully. The rush of want and need coursing through him was like nothing he had ever experienced, and it scared the very stuffing out of him. He would have wondered why he never felt this way with Anya if Anya even entered his mind, but she didn't.

Quickly he jumped to his feet. This must stop, and he needed help. He was dancing with the devil and dancing was a sin. Scooping up Spike's limp body he carried it to the far end of the barn away from the streams of sunlight that came in the windows. He carried it to a clean stall with fresh hay on the floor. There he covered him from head to toe with a horse blanket and ran back to the house.

He knew just who could help him, and he prayed she wouldn't refuse.

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