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Temptation

Title : TEMPTATION 23/40
Author: BmblBee
Paring: S/X
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the
characters in this story and make no
money off them.

Summary: AU. Xander is a young man
living in an Amish community when he
finds himself confronted by the evil of a
vampire.

STRONG WARNING: although done in a respectful
manner, this story deals with religious issues. If you
find that offensive DO NOT READ.





Special thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful artwork





Exhausted from the lack of sleep and the blood loss,
Xander slept on into the afternoon.

With the infusion of the Witch's power and
Xander's blood, Spike was all but healed and could
feel himself slowly reawakening.
His body felt strong and revived.

Stretching and yawning he looked over to see his boy
beside him and he smiled as he remembered the
overheard conversation between brother and sister.

For the next hour the usually hyper Demon was content
to lie quietly and watch him sleep. He listened to the
strong heartbeat and the flow of the powerful blood
through his veins. He could hear the rush of air in and
out of the healthy, clear lungs, and even chuckled at the
gurgle of his empty stomach.

Xander was the most alive human he had ever seen.
Wiggling closer Spike could feel the heat and smell the
strong masculine musk from the boy. He was startled
when he realized his demon had no interest in ripping,
shredding, and devouring this flesh and blood beside him.

For one of the few times in the last hundred and some
odd years, he was calm, purring, and completely at peace.

Spike could see Xander's eyes darting rapidly behind his
closed eyelids and wondered what he dreamed of.
Reaching over he ran a light touch of a fingertip over the
boy's jaw line.

Instantly Xander's eyes popped open.
"Sorry," Spike whispered. "Didn't mean to wake you."
Disoriented, Xander looked around to try and recall how
and why he was sleeping in the barn, with the Demon.

The confusion in his eyes cleared with the recall of the
morning's events. Hustling to a sitting position, Xander
placed his hand on Spike's chest.

"Are you alright? You look really good. How did you
heal so fast?"
Spike laughed.
He tried to focus on answering the questions, but was
distracted by the warmth and intimacy of the hand on his body.
Despite himself he could feel his cock harden.

"I'm good. Your blood and your sister's power were just
what I needed."
Spike carefully placed his hand over Xander's.
Xander's breathing and heartbeat sped up. He couldn't
tear his eyes away from the hypnotic stare of the blue ones.

Were they talking? Had Spike answered a question?
Right now Xander couldn't say.

Fearful of scareing him off and ruining the moment, Spike
waited to let Xander make the next move. Truth was,
Spike expected Xander's next move to be up and out the door.

Spike never was very good a knowing where to place his bets.

Xander leaned over and pressed his lips cautiously against Spike's.
Patiently, Spike allowed the kiss but made no move to respond.
Xander pulled back and, tipping his head to the side, let his gaze
settle on the soft cool lips below him.

Emboldened he dove in again. This time Spike joined in.
The kiss deepened and at last Xander opened
up and Spike's tongue moved in.

Never breaking the kiss, Spike grabbed Xander's hips and
pulled him down moaning at the feel of the boys weight
pressing down on his smaller form.
Xander gasp at the first feel of their matching erections
rubbing against each other.

Flipping them over Spike settled on top and began the grinding
and moving he knew they both needed to get off.
Xander closed his eyes and allowed his body to flow with the
tide of pleasure he was feeling. He could tell from the cold air
that his cock had leaked enough to wet the front of his pants.

That thought aroused him even more.
He imagined Spike's cock, that he had held earlier, rubbing
and pressing against his own. He wondered what it
looked like when it was hard and pumping.

Within minutes the imagery combined with the pressure
and stimulation produced the expected climax. With his
feet flat on the floor Xander held Spike's hips firmly and
jerked up.
He could feel himself pulsing as the waves of blinding
orgasm crashed through him.

It was like nothing he had ever experienced by his own
hand and the shear volume of cum left him idly wondering
if dehydration was a possibility.

His body went limp just as he became aware of Spike's own
climax above him. He stared at the Demon's face, mesmerized
by the look of strain and bliss as he emptied himself.

Totally spent, Spike rolled off and settled in beside the
mussed mess of human.
Xander wanted nothing more than to roll over and go back to
sleep, but he knew he had pressed his luck further that he should
have already. Awkwardly balancing on both feet, Xander
wrinkled his nose, took a rag and wiped out the front of his
pants as best he could.

"You are probably still recovering. Why don't you sleep and
I will come back tonight. I don't want my family to come looking
for me and my work has been neglected."

Collecting himself, Xander started toward the barn door. He
just knew he had done a terrible thing and sinned greatly on more
levels than he could count.

Still, regret was a difficult emotion to conjure up right now.
Besides, he was sure Willow would help him with that later.

Spike laid on his side and watched Xander go.
"Hey, you ever do that with a man before?"

Xander laughed. "Are you kidding? Other than Anya I
have never even kissed another person before."

Spike scowled. "Anya? Who the fuck is Anya?"

"Oh, Anya is my betrothed. We are to be married soon.
Now I must go. See you later."

He slipped quickly out the door and was too far up the path to
the house to hear the screaming rampage that was taking place
in the stall of the barn.
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