Temptation

by
BmblBee

Part Twenty-Six

Spike lifted and flipped Xander onto the ground on his back. He offered no resistance and cooperated with nothing but trust and affection on his face. He slid his hands over Xander's chest and stomach. He pinched and twisted his nipples almost painfully. Xander had never done that to himself and couldn't believe how sensitive they were, hardening into tiny stones. His body squirmed and arched. The demon's hands were cool on his overheated skin.

"That felt so good when you sucked me. Do you want me to show you how it feels? Do you want me to suck your cock, Xander?"

All words failed him. Xander's cock was straining painfully begging for some relief, as he was torn between the need to wrap his fist around himself and bring the instant orgasm he knew was waiting, and the incredible image of Spike putting his mouth around his rigid erection.

Xander's hair flopped wildly as his head nodded up and down. Spike chuckled. His own flagged erection was already recovering nicely as he lowered his mouth to Xander's swollen cock. As soon as the heat of the head pressed against Spike's lips he groaned and instantly hardened. The smell of the boy was like the earth itself. Warmth and sunshine. Sweat and musk.

He had never had a willing human lover and it was the most erotic thing he had ever known.

Come to think of it he had never had any type of gentle, consensual, relationship. His years with Angel had been punctuated with violent bloody rape and abuse. Something his human side hated, but sadly his demon craved.

His years with Dru were taxing. Her mental state was such that she was seldom cognizant of who she was even with. He had loved her deeply, but in the end had to let her go. He was never what she wanted and he was tired of trying to be.

Now his unlife had taken the strangest turn of all. Here he was, a Master vampire, giving pleasure to a human. But not just any human. This was Xander. The most wonderful, perfect, human in the world. Far more than Spike deserved, or had the right to touch.

If only things were different he would claim this boy for his own for eternity. Never to let him go. Reality then began to threatened his concentration. The truth of the situation was depressing and caused Spike's mood and erection to droop.

"Demon?"

Spike looked up at the questioning brown eyes and decided the deep reflection could definitely wait for another time. With renewed gusto he plunged down over the length of the blood engorged throbbing cock. Xander instantly grabbed fistfulls of Spike's hair and thrust his hips upward. "Oh my goodness!" He could actually feel the last of his functioning brain cells sizzle and burn out. It had suddenly become very important to Spike that he give Xander the best blow job in the world. He didn't want anything that bitch Anya did to ever dampen the memory of this night.

Sucking deeply he slid his lips up and down slowly causing the head to bump the back of his throat on each pass. He would nibble lightly on the fat head and dip his tongue into the leaking slit tasting more and more of the boys life fluid. Like his blood, it told so much about him.

Weting his finger with saliva, Spike reached down to the wrinkled secret opening of the boy's body. He longed to
plunge his own aching cock through the tight ring of muscle and feel the boy flex and squeeze around him, but accepted the fact that it would never happen.

No, this time was for Xander. To know it was alright for two men to enjoy each other's bodies and that the sky would not fall on them if they did. Easing his finger in, he could feel the boy go tense around him. Before he had the chance to protest, Spike crooked his finger and made a direct hit on the swollen nub.

The reaction was expected and instaneous. Xander gasped and emptied himself into the mouth of the Demon and
Spike lovingly swallowed every drop.

He held the cock firmly in his mouth and enjoyed the feel of it as it pulsed and pumped cum up the hardened balls and out the tip. Spike wanted to stay and fuck this wonderful boy for hours, unfortunately he was only human and already yawning.

Giving them both just a few moments to recover, Spike jumped to his feet, pulling Xander up with him. "Go in and get some sleep. Come to me early tomorrow night and we'll spend some time together."

Xander hesitated. Part of him wanted to stay here all night curled up around the wonderful demon, but part of him was just exhausted. He knew if he got a good nights sleep he would be better able to catch up on all his neglected work and still have energy left for more sucking tomorrow.

Throwing his arms around the demon's neck he pulled him in for a tight embrace. Nuzzling his neck Xander whispered "I love you, demon."

Then with a kiss he scooped up his discarded clothes and dressed quickly. He took off at a dead run stopping only once to turn and smile. Xander lifted his hand in a wave good bye and disappeared into the night.

Spike watched him go with a heavy heart. He knew everything the witch had said was true. There was no place in Xander's life for a demon. He tried to regret what they had just done, but he knew he never could. If he lived for another thousand years he would wake every night thinking of him and go to bed each morning to dream of this.

Spike did not return to the barn that night. Instead he headed in the opposite direction. Through the woods toward the nearest town. He ran as fast and as hard as his demon legs would carry him. He blanked his mind and let his senses lead him.

Jesus H. Christ. He needed a drink.

Part Twenty-Seven

Spike felt exhilarated. He was a free spirit for fuck's sake. He was never meant to be cooped up not even for a few days.

That, along with the injuries and recovery, had made him feel like a caged animal. Now, however, as he raced through the darkness of the woods he could feel his demon howl at the pull of the moon.

The cold evening air seemed to freeze around his already cool body. He briefly remembered how amazing the boy's heat felt against him. Immediately he shut off all those thoughts. He relaxed and gave free reign to his ancient spirit. The smell of the damp earth combined with the ozone in the air filled him with peace.

Off in the distance he could sense the heartbeats of thousands of humans and knew he was close to the activity of a town. He was confident he would find everything he needed there.

Blood, alcohol, and maybe even a little willing pussy. He belonged to no one. Hadn't for at least eighty years, not since Angelus abandoned him, and he vowed he never would again.

Coming to the edge of the town limits, Spike stopped and let his eyes roam. He had clearly come out around the wrong side of the tracks. The ugly end of town. He smelled all the worst of humanity. Alcohol, vomit, and cheap perfume.

Crouching, the demon threw his head back and breathed in the air around him, almost able to taste the deliciousness of despair. Regaining control he slipped over the line and strolled casually across the parking lot of the nearest bar. Pausing at the door he could detect only one or two humans and the annoying strains of Brittany Spears.

Spike snarled and backed off. Even he wasn't evil enough to listen to that. Darting across the street and down an alley he then approached an unmarked brick building. The front lot was lined with motorcycles and the music was the screaming sounds of Led Zeppelin. BINGO! Pulling his duster tightly around him, Spike pushed open the door and strode in.

Almost all eyes turned his way. Most dismissed him as uninteresting, some stared defiantly at the nerve of this puny interloper invading their personal space. Spike knew well that a biker bar was no place to expect a basket from the Welcome Wagon.

Selecting a stool at the far end of the bar he settled in for what promised to be a most entertaining evening.

"Well, you're new around here, ain't cha, Honey? Can I get you something to drink?"

Spike looked up at the skanky, tattoo covered bar maid. Nope, this was not the one. "I'd love that Pet. Maybe a shot and a beer chaser?" He gave her a winning smile and a wink but no more of his attention.

Bringing his drinks, she set them down and leaning in close whispered low. "You might want to drink up and move on, Cutie. This is kind of a rough bunch and they don't cotton to strangers."

Spike threw back the whisky and slid the glass over indicating another. "Not here to make friends Pet, just have a few drinks." The waitress shrugged and refilled his glass. She figured she had done her best. What happened now, happened.

Spike swallowed the second shot and turned on his stool to observe the room while he drank his beer. The room was dim, lit mostly by the neon signs on the walls that advertised all brands of beer. Most of which the bar didn't have. Three pool tables monopolized most of the space in the room and were the centers of activity.

Dozens of men moved around them on a constant wave of motion. All dressed in leather and sharing pool sticks and joints it was hard to tell who was actually playing and who was just a spectator. Scantly clad almost cartoony looking biker bitches hung over their "daddies" holding their beers and offering encouragement.

It didn't take long to determine who the king and queen of this bizarre little club were. The biggest biker of the bunch stood, pool cue in hand, by the first table. At least six foot four inches, he wore nothing under his black leather fringe covered vest. His black leather pants came up to, but not over, his huge, hard beer belly. Hanging to his chest was a grey partly braided food filled beard. All other bikers deferred to his wants and needs.

Running his beers, joints, and groping his dick was just what Spike was looking for. Skinny, blond, surprisingly good looking, and from the wink she just gave him, easy. Kinda reminded him of - nope not going there. Yeah, it was obvious she was King Shit's personal property, but that only made her more appealing.

He watched as she casually walked over against the back wall and hopped up on a stool that sat behind the pool tables. Spreading her legs, she let her leather mini skirt ride up her thighs to reveal her naked, shaved pussy.

Apparently they don't make panties in leather.

Spike relaxed and enjoyed the whole scene that played out in front of him. Not ready to make his move yet, he drank several more beers and watched as the rest of the room did the same. As expected the level of violence increased as the alcohol flowed and the night wore on. Several fights broke out, but none that amounted to much.

The queen bitch who he now knew to be "Sherry" had come to the bar twice to pick up more drinks. Each time she had brushed her breasts against his arm. Yeah, she was just what he needed. Thank God that as a vampire he couldn't catch any of the diseases he was sure she carried.

At about two a.m. Spike figured he was ready and the room ripe. Sliding off his stool he caught Sherry's eye and tipped his head toward the door to the alley. Her face lit up like Christmas.

It turned Spike's stomach. Slapping his money on the bar, he thanked the waitress and headed out, knowing Sherry would be close behind.

Spike lit a cigarette and waited. 3...2...1... "Hey Baby, what can I do for a good looking guy like you?"

Spike grabbed her roughly by the arm and dragged her around the corner slamming her up against the brick wall. He tossed away his cigarette and reached for his fly. When he realized whose pants they were he almost choked up. Blanking his brain he unbuttoned and pulled his cock out.

"Hey, take it easy." Sherry gave a half a protest.

"Shut the fuck up and spread your legs!" Spike turned her around, slapped her bare ass, shoved up her skirt, and rammed his cock in her wet, ready pussy.

The tears ran freely down his face as he slammed in again and again. With her clit still untouched, she humped and squealed in an obviously fake sounding orgasm. The ignorance of it just pissed him off more.

Soon, as the physical stimulation alone was bringing him to the edge of release, he was confronted with the booming outrage of King Shit. Spike briefly wondered what took him so long.

"What the fuck you doin' Bitch?"

Spike pulled out and ejaculated onto the bent over cheeks of Sherry's bare ass. Calmly tucking himself back in he chuckled at the fury of the fat man in front of him. "You can have her back. Frankly she wasn't that good."

Part Twenty-Eight

Spike's whole body vibrated. Less from the mutually unsatisfying sexual experience he had just shared with Sherry and more from the promise of an all out throw down with the huge biker.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Sherry had found a newspaper lying in the alley next to the trash bin and was busy cleaning up the mess running down the insides of her legs. He grinned. Disgusting little skank.

He knew this was just what he needed. A little violence ending with a good kill and a full tummy. That fat ass biker had to carry enough blood to top off his tank and carry him for nearly a week.

Biker Boy squared off. It had taken him more than a couple minutes to understand and absorb the obvious scene that had played out in front of his eyes but once he did he rushed to where they stood by the broken bottles and the overflowing dumpster. Spike had waited patiently for the moment when all comprehension would arrive. Suddenly the biker threw this head back and with a mighty roar beat his fists on his chest like a gorilla.

"AAAAHHHHHH MOTHA FUCKA!!!

Correcting his stance, Spike laughed, "Well that took long enough. Come on Fat Boy, let's go!"

The biker shook his long gray hair and beard and lowering his head, charged forward. Gauging the distance between them, Spike stood his ground till he was less that three feet away. He then spun a round house kick that landed directly in the chest of the biker sending him flying into the same wall Spike had previously flattened Sherry against.

He hit with a solid 'THUD' and an "Ugh" as the air whooshed from his smoke blackened lungs. Staggering to regain his footing Biker Boy yelled, much weaker this time, and started for Spike again.

Spike was mildly impressed. From the wobbling in Biker's pupils it was obvious that the hit to the wall had caused a slight concussion, yet here he came again. Spike would have shaken his hand if he didn't plan on killing him. He knew from past experience that dead bodies had a very limp grip.

Over his shoulder Spike could see that the noise had alerted the occupants of the bar and a flood of leather and humanity was now pouring out and forming a wall of drunken, drugged up flesh behind them. Fortunately, in the rush to see who was fighting, someone was pushed, someone else shoved, and at least six more fights broke out around them.

No one would be offering King Shit a hand tonight. Not even Sherry who, Spike was amused to see, was back up against the wall with two other men.

One was getting his cock sucked while the other was humping her from behind. Oh well, at least from the action of her own hand Spike knew she would be getting off after all, so he returned his attention to the mountain of flesh that he had allowed to punch him once or twice, just to keep things interesting.

But enough was enough. It was time to collect the spoils and end the suffering he was enjoying causing. Spike slammed his fist into the biker's face, hearing the bones of his cheek and eye socket shatter. One more and King Shit was a flat turd on the ground, his gray hair floating in a puddle of piss.

Seeing the big biker wet his pants did cause Spike to conjur up a little sympathy. He knew what a bitch it could be to peel off wet leather.

With his back to the chaos that was going on behind him, Spike dropped to his knees beside the prone body. His fangs bit down, slicing neatly into the thick neck. The biker struggled weakly, not sure of what was happening but trusting his instinct for survival.

Spike's teeth locked in and he drank deeply, swallow after swallow. Moaning as he felt the warm blood transfer and fill his cold empty shell. Enjoying the alcohol chemical zap that was shooting through him, he moaned and sucked harder. Biker Boy apparently had several addictions that Spike was now sharing gratefully. A couple he hadn't tasted since the carefree days of the 60's.

As he heard the heartbeat falter, Spike stopped. He withdrew and let the still live body drop with a "SPLAT" back onto the wet pavement. He had killed thousands before without blinking an eye, but not this time. Something was stopping him. Something told him this was a line he dare not cross tonight.

Snarling and confused, Spike stepped back. The sound of the police sirens in the distance was rapidly getting closer.
Someone yelled "COPS!" and the crowd exploded in all directions.

The smell of blood, sweat, alcohol, and drugs hung heavy in the air. Spike turned in the direction he had come and ran. Back across the street, through the parking lot, and dove into the sanctuary of the deep woods. He continued to run mile after mile, not knowing where he was going, but knowing one thing for sure. He was not returning to the barn.

He would not go back to the boy, at least not tonight. He could just see the disappointment and hatred in those soft brown eyes. He would be disgusted at what Spike had done. Spike was disgusted by what he had done.

Well, fuck him. He knew all along that Spike was a demon. What did he think that meant? Spike stopped running and looked all around himself. Finding a small opening in a rock, more an animal den than a cave, Spike crawled in, still in game face.

On his hands and knees he went as far back as he was able then, circling like a wounded dog, finally curled up and laid down. He covered his body with his coat and satisfied himself that he was safe from the light of day. Spike was miserable but didn't know why. After what should have been a bloody brilliant evening he was instead feeling like hell. Like he had lost the fight and had his own ass kicked.

The borrowed blood in his belly felt like curdled milk, sour and turned. It took all his effort not to throw it back up.

And then there was Sherry. Spike pulled the coat over his head and whimpered. The more he tried not to think, the more his stomach hurt. Spike fell asleep wondering what the fuck was wrong with him.

Part Twenty-Nine

Xander had slept like a rock. Deep, restful and dreamless. He knew his conscience or something should be bothering
him, but for the life of him he just couldn't figure out why.

The demon was just a poor soul that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He had been an innocent human. Loved by his Mother and taught in the Word at his Mother's knee.

Wasn't 'Do unto others as you would have done to you' and compassionate good will both mottos the community encouraged all members to live by? Could he do less? Nope, all clear. Xander jumped up before the first pink haze of morning lifted over the horizon.

Jerking on his clothes he dashed downstairs. He knew the demon would probably already be sleeping for the day, but he just wanted to take a peek at him. He looked so sweet and innocent when he slept. Xander giggled at the thought and kicked open the back door.

Running for the barn, Xander pulled open the door and quietly slipped in. He tiptoed to the back stall and giving his eyes a chance to focus in the darkness, he crept into the ........empty stall?

Xander dropped to his knees and riffled through the clean straw to satisfy himself the that demon really wasn't there. He quickly scanned the other stalls but found them also empty. Next he searched the loft where the Demon had originally hid, and then the rest of the barn, all the time calling out to him. "Demon? You here?"

In the search, Xander had noticed that the Demon's beloved black coat was also gone. A bad sign. Everything was gone. Just...gone.

Xander felt confused and abandoned. More alone than he had ever felt. He went about the morning chores, but his mind was a million miles away. 'Why did he leave? Is he ever coming back? Did I do something wrong? Maybe it really was a test and I failed because of what we did last night.'

The last thought landed like a rock in the pit of his stomach. It was a joke. The evil one had conned him into caring just to bring him to sin. That should have bothered him more than anything else, the realization that he had failed, sinned and put his very soul in jeopardy, but to be honest the worst part was still that the demon was gone.

Returning to the house, Xander set the milk pail on the kitchen side board and was surprised to see his mother already up. Xander did his best to cover his sadness and act in a manner that his family would think normal. "Looks like I wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep late. Good morning Mother." Xander kissed her on the cheek and tried to be cheerful.

Jess's smile was genuine. "How could I sleep? I am so excited about tomorrow. I have pies and bread to bake, meat to prepare. It is a big day for you, Son. For all of us."

Xander's brow wrinkled and his brain tried frantically to locate the missing information. "Tomorrow?"

Jess was shocked. Her mouth fell open, and then just as quickly closed as she laughed at her son's confusion. "You had me going there for a minute. You know tomorrow is the day the Millers come and we make the arrangements for your betrothal and marriage. Really, Xander, you should not tease your poor old Mother so." Playfully Jess swatted her son with the dish cloth she was holding then went cheerfully back to her task of making pie crusts.

The lump in Xander's stomach grew and multiplied. It worked it's way down into his bowels and made his insides twist and ache. He turned to go back upstairs as his Mother called after him, "Tell Willow to dress and come down. There is much work to do and I need her hands to help."

Xander flew up the steps without an answer. He rushed into her room and closed the door behind him. "Willow! Willow, get up. Something is wrong. The Demon is gone. He isn't in the barn and I can't find him. Please Willow wake up."

Willow rolled over and squinted open one eye to see her Brother kneeling on the floor by her bed. "What? Well the week is almost over, Xander. Maybe that was the last of your test. I think we should be glad he's gone and speak no more of it."

"No! No, things have changed. He wouldn't have just left. Something must have happened to him. Please Willow, tell me if he is alright."

Suddenly Willow was wide awake. She knew what he was asking and she did not like it one bit. "Xander! I feel as if the arrival of the Demon was a test for me too. One that I have failed. I have never used the "tell" for selfserving purposes till now and I will not do it again!"

Xander dropped his forehead on the edge of her bed. When he lifted his eyes she was dismayed to see the tears rolling freely down his cheeks. Wiping them away with her fingertips she sighed and knew she couldn't refuse. "Fine, alright, but I do this under protest."

Willow sat up cross legged and put the palms of her hands over her eyes. Her whole body went rigid and she gasped.
Dropping her hands Xander was shocked to see how pale she looked. "He's fine, Xander. I don't know if he is coming back or not, but he is sleeping and he is unharmed."

Xander jumped up with a big smile. "Thanks, Willow, you're the best. Oh, and Mother says 'to hurry downstairs and help her.' With a wave of his hand he was gone. Willow grabbed the porcelain pot under her bed and retched painfully.
The vile, sickening images that had come to her when she probed the demon's mind were like nothing she had ever seen.

If this was the world God protected them from, then The Holy Father had his work cut out for Him indeed.

Part Thirty

The whole morning was a blur of confusion. Xander went about his chores unable to concentrate on anything but the need for his demon. He trusted Willow's assurance that he was alright, but the thought that he may never see him again was both depressing and frustrating. All that combined with the knowledge that as of tomorrow his future would be all laid out. Plotted, planned and sowed like a well organized garden.

It was too much. It was overwhelming. Xander had always accepted his spot in the community and the family without question and had no particular gripe with Anya. She was a good woman and chosen for him with the best of intentions. She would give him many children and her work in the church was already spoken of by the other women. She was honest, modest, and was already well trained in canning, quilting, and child rearing.

It was just not what he would have selected if he had the choice. And to be honest from what he had heard about Anya
and her feelings for Eli, it would not be her choice either.

But all that was without discussion. Their places had been decided by the elders. Period. Returning to the house he was swamped by the smell of hot fruit pies and warm breads. It made him want to cry.

He sat quietly at the table and was given a sandwich and a glass of milk. Willow sat down with him and put her hand over his. She kept her voice low and their conversation confidential. "Are you o.k? I'm sure you don't think so now Xander, but this really is for the best. The things I've seen. Xander there is something I have seen about the demon."

Xander pushed back his plate and jumped up. "I don't want to hear it Sister, You don't understand." And he rushed from the house, his lunch uneaten.

"Willow, what on earth is wrong with your Brother? Willow, where are you going?"

Willow caught up with Xander as he ran down the steps and off the porch. She stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"No, Willow. Whatever you have to say, I have already said to myself.."

But this time Willow would not be put off. "Hush up, Brother. This time you will sit down and listen. There is something I should have told you days ago but I didn't. I thought I was protecting you but I was wrong. You are a man now. A man full grown and all haired over. You should know everything then make your own decisions. I have to trust that you will make the right one. Now come sit with me and listen."

Xander was speechless. Willow had never spoken to him in a harsh manner before and despite the fact that he was not in the mood for another lecture on how stupidly he was acting, he was curious as to what she was keeping from him.

Willow took him by the hand and led him to the old metal yard chairs that sat in the back yard. There they sat down, she took a deep breath, and began. "Xander, something has happened to you since the demon came here. He has somehow made a connection with you and I see his dark aura surrounding you. It engulfs you like a heavy cloud or fog. At first it only swirled around you, but as of two days ago it began touching you. I'm not going to ask what happened to cause the change, although I can guess."

Xander blushed and hung his head but made no move to correct or challenge what she claimed to see.

"When I first saw it I was worried and God forgive me, should have done something then, but I thought he would just go and the evil of him that was touching you would dissipate. You are a good man, Xander, honest and true. It's important that you understand that nothing I see has changed that."

Xander smiled and she continued "I went to the barn one morning to find him. I knew he was sleeping and I meant to destroy him and save you."

Xander jumped up, shocked and fearful. "Willow! You had no right! Did you hurt him? Is that why he is gone?"

Willow remained calm. "Sit down dear Brother. Let me finish. When I went there I found him in the back stall. I wanted to understand so I looked at him with my minds eye. What I was saw the most amazing thing. In the same way his dark aura was surrounding you, your purity and white aura was starting to engulf him. I don't understand what it means or how it happened but he is as connected to your soul as you are to his demon. I believe it has something to do with the blood you gave him."

Xander sat back beside her, his brow wrinkled and scrunched. "I don't understand what that means, Willow. Does it mean that my soul is in jeopardy?"

Willow stood up beside him and placed her hand on his cheek. "I don't know Xander. I need to pray on it to find the answer. In the meantime I think you need to face your own demons and decide for yourself what is the best thing to do. In my mind I see him in the woods. In the caves we played in as children. Go and confront him Xander, but be careful. What you do will effect the entire community. I believe you must break ties with him and reclaim that which he has taken of you."

Xander barely heard her warning. He was already running as fast as his legs would take him towards the woods. Towards his demon.

Willow sighed as she watched him disappear into the woods. She knew it didn't matter what he decided. The dye was already cast. When he was finally out of sight she turned and walked back towards the house to help her Mother with arrangements for a wedding that would never take place.

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