Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XX
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: More secrets are revealed
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: crude language, violence, non-con, WINCEST
Pairing: Dean/OMC, Dean/Sam, Dean/John
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: mentions of Pilot, Skin, Home, and Asylum
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Warner Bros., Wonderland Sound and Vision, McG, Eric Kripke, and Robert Singer. I am only borrowing their characters for my own personal pleasure and no permanent harm will come to them.
Author’s Notes:
1. I tend to write dark slash stories and this one is no exception so consider this as a warning. I decided to add some Wincest into the mix but it is definitely a forced situation.
2. This is Part XX of a series and the warnings apply for the series not just for this installment.
3. My vampires are inspired by Anne Rice and Joss Whedon.

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Greensboro, North Carolina

Christian sat on the bed admiring the chiseled beauty of Dean’s face. Dean’s face was marred with a bruise on his cheek thanks to the vampire’s actions from the night before, and the mortal was naked underneath the red sheet allowing Christian to snake his fingers underneath the sheet to caress the naked flesh. Christian was constantly amazed at the softness of Dean’s skin, which stood in contrast to the human’s tough façade he presented to the world. Dean was all about attitude and confidence, hiding the insecurities from those around him; especially his fear of being abandoned, and the vampire had taken full advantage of Dean’s insecurities.

As he ran his cold hand up Dean’s thigh, the human stirred from sleep and stared coolly at the vampire. “You can’t be serious,” Dean remarked pulling the sheet up to his neck, covering his naked torso.

“I was just admiring your tantalizing flesh,” Christian replied appreciative of the defiance still present in the human’s soul.

“I wish you wouldn’t,” Dean whispered.

The vampire continued stroking Dean’s thigh tenderly, “Are you sore?”

Dean hesitated revealing his weakness, but he knew the vamp would know if he were lying, “I hurt all over, like I’ve been sucked through an inter-dimensional portal and spat back out again.”

Christian smiled, “You have a lot of experience with those?”

“There was this one time in Phoenix that my dad was…,” Dean began but suddenly stopped. He didn’t want to give the vampire anymore information to use against him or his family.

“He was what,” Christian asked inching his hand down towards Dean’s foot. He ran his finger softly up and down the sole of Dean’s foot until the human pulled his leg back, “Tickle?”

“Yes,” Dean replied struggling to sit up and place his back up against the headboard.

“Let me help you,” Christian offered.

“I would prefer not,” Dean hissed determined to sit up without any help from his rapist.

Christian waited until Dean was almost completely propped up against the headboard before grabbing both of Dean’s legs and yanking him back down onto his back. “Must you always be so difficult,” Christian asked straddling Dean’s hips. “You really could make this all less painful on yourself if you would just cooperate.”

Dean knew that it was useless to struggle against the vampire’s strength, but he lifted his hips up anyway in an attempt to dislodge Christian. “I wouldn’t be a Winchester if I cooperated!”

Christian grabbed the human’s flailing arms and pushed them back onto the bed, “Speaking of Winchesters…I’ve decided to take you up on your offer.”

“What offer would that be,” Dean asked casually.

“The one where you offered me no resistance in return for me leaving your father and brother alone,” Christian informed the human.

Dean stopped struggling and looked keenly at the vampire’s face trying to determine if what he spoke was the truth, “You’re willing to do this?”

Christian lowered his face down towards Dean, “Kiss me…and we leave tonight with them remaining behind alive.”

“And you’ll send them help when,” Dean asked pulling his mouth to the side avoiding the vampire’s lips.

Christian sighed in aggravation, “In three days. Now kiss me, or the deal is off.”

“I’m assuming you expect tongue,” Dean smartly remarked.

Christian moved his cool lips closer to Dean’s mouth, “Naturally, I would expect nothing less from you Sweetness.”

“Nothing more than a kiss right,” Dean asked.

Christian hit the mattress with his fist in frustration, “Just fucking kiss me Dean.”

“Language,” Dean remarked.

Christian grabbed Dean’s throat and began choking the human with ease, “Are you trying to piss me off Dean?” Dean gasped for air shaking his head in denial. Christian sneered at the human in disdain, “You will learn obedience or you’re existence will be filled with torment and agony for many…many years to come.” Christian watched as the human’s eyes began to roll into the back of his head and finally released his grip on Dean’s neck, “Now would be a good time to kiss me.”

Dean rubbed at his neck with his free hand, “Not a problem…whatever you want.” He watched as Christian’s lips moved within grasp and he pressed his own lips to the chilly lips of the vampire and closed his eyes. Dean pushed his wet tongue inside Christian’s mouth and allowed the vampire to devour his mouth. He heard a moan of arousal as his mouth was pummeled by the vampire and embarrassingly realized that the moan came from his own mouth. There was something primal and erotic with the way Christian forced submission upon him, and even though he feared for his life and safety, Dean couldn’t control the shudders of desire that ran through his treacherous body.

Christian abruptly pulled back from the kiss, “I thought you wanted nothing more from me tonight.”

“I don’t,” Dean lied.

“You wouldn’t be lying to me now would you Dean. You know how much I hate being deceived,” the vampire warned.

“I…do, don’t…I mean do want you, even though it’s wrong, but I’m too sore,” Dean replied looking up at the vampire giving Christian his best puppy dog pout.

Christian could see right through Dean’s pout, but it was awfully hard to resist the Dean Winchester quivering lip routine, “Okay…you win. I’ll let you heal, as long as you cooperate.”

“Thank you,” Dean sincerely replied.

Christian released Dean’s arm, stood up, and reached out for Dean’s hand, “Let’s get you in the shower, get you dressed, and we’ll be on our way.”

Dean allowed Christian to pull him to his feet and was hit by a barrage of dizziness. He felt Christian supporting him, “It’s okay…I got you.” Christian led Dean into the bathroom, held him with one arm, and turned on the water for Dean’s shower. While waiting for the water to get to the right temperature, Christian noticed Dean staring at the tile floor. Dean’s blood from the previous night’s multiple rapes was still on the tile and he felt the small trembles of fear or anger spreading throughout Dean’s body. “I should have cleaned that up, I’m sorry.”

“Is that really my blood,” Dean asked holding onto Christian’s body tighter.

“I’m afraid so, you lost quite a bit of blood last night, it’s probably why you’re so dizzy at the moment,” Christian explained trying to pry Dean off of his body. “I know you’re scared Dean, but nothing like that will happen again to you, as long as you…”

“Cooperate. I know,” Dean interrupted releasing his vise grip on Christian’s white shirt. He slowly stepped into the shower closing the curtain blocking out the vampire’s prying eyes. He stepped underneath the warm spray, closed his eyes, and attempted to clear his mind of all thoughts. He wanted nothing more than to awake from his nightmare, but he knew that there was no salvation to be had. His pain was real and there was no hope for him, so he might as well make the best of it; especially considering that it could have been a lot worse. Would it really be that bad to be a vamp, to live with Christian, who was obviously infatuated with him? Sam and his father would be safe, he’d always be young, he wouldn’t have to worry about credit card fraud or hustling pool anymore, and he’d never have to worry about getting fat from eating too many M&M’s and drinking too much beer.

“What are you thinking about,” Christian asked from the other side of the curtain.

“About what life will be like with you,” Dena honestly replied enjoying the warmth of the running water.

Christian opened the shower curtain slowly, “And what have you concluded my little hunter.”

Dean watched as Christian appraised his wet naked body, and he felt a twinge of excitement at the vampire’s intense scrutiny, “I think as long as I cooperate and you let me eat and drink all the M&M’s and cold beer I want, things will be good.”

Christian caressed the vinyl shower curtain with his long pale fingers, “I would never stop you from pleasuring yourself with food and beverage, but you may find that you don’t desire those things once you are turned. You will find that blood satisfies most cravings.”

Dean grabbed the soap and began washing his body slowly as the vampire continued to stare, “So…basically, blood and sex will comprise our life?”

Christian felt his cock reacting to the human male who was obviously teasing him. “There are other pleasures but those are my two favorite passions.”

Dean’s hands ran a course down his chest coating his pebble-hard nipples with soap, “Really? I never would have guessed.”

“What are you doing Dean,” Christian amusingly asked.

“You told me to take a shower and that’s what I’m doing,” Dean replied soaping his belly and his semi-hard prick.

Christian tightened his grip on the curtain, “I didn’t tell you to tease me.”

Dean continued to soap his cock and balls thoroughly, “I didn’t tell you to open the curtain.”

“Touché,” Christian smiled tipping his head to the side. “Can I wash your back for you?”

“Okay,” Dean smirked as he handed the vampire the soap. Dean turned around to give Christian easy access to his back.

Christian took the soap and took a second to admire the strong muscular back presented to him. He loved how the water cascaded over Dean’s back onto his perky firm ass, “I know I’ve said this many times before but you truly are beautiful.”

Dean looked over his shoulder, “Others have called me that, and I have resented it in the past, but I like hearing it from you, so don’t ever stop telling me that.”

With shaking hands, Christian reached out and began massaging the soap onto Dean’s back with loving caresses, “This is nice, this is what I’ve wanted for so long; just to touch you and having you not flinch means so much to me.” The vampire ran his soapy hands up and down Dean’s back lowering his hands slowly to Dean’s perfect backside fighting his desire to throw the human up against the shower wall and fuck him silly. He knew that Dean was cooperating because of a promise he made, and he knew that if he broke the promise he would lose Dean for good. Christian felt the temptation to run his soapy hands inside the welcoming folds of Dean’s ass, but he resisted, “I’ll leave that to you.”

Once again Dean looked over his shoulder and smiled, “Thank you.” He took the soap back from Christian, closed the curtain once again, and finished his shower without further interruption from the vampire.


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When Dean finished his shower, he was somewhat surprised to find that his dried blood had been removed from the floor. He certainly hoped that Christian had used a rag to clean the mess up and not his tongue because that would have been just plain ass gross.

Dean stepped out into the bedroom, found his clothes already laid out for him on the bed, and grinned. He had suspected that Christian would attempt to redress him in fancy clothes, but instead, Dean found a trusty pair of tight jeans and a red t-shirt that fit snuggly across his chest. He layered, as always, with his blue button-up shirt and his navy jacket and sat down on the bed to put on his boots. While pulling on the last boot, Dean noticed that the door to the bedroom was surprisingly opened, “What the hell?”

Dean approached the door slowly apprehensive that he was stepping into some cruel trick. What if it was a test, a test to see if he would stay put or disobey Christian’s commands? He decided to play it safe, “Christian?” Nothing but silence followed. He stepped out into the hall just inches from the bedroom door, “Christian?”

“Downstairs Dean,” the vampire replied sweetly.

Dean swallowed hard and straightened his back before approaching the stairs. He looked down and saw all four vampires gazing up at him in anticipation of his entrance, “Can I come down?”

“Of course you may. We were waiting for you,” Christian answered smiling up at Dean.

Dean began walking down the stairs looking only at Christian trying to avoid the glances from Sicily, Michel, and Marco, “Can I say goodbye to my family.”

Christian reached out his hand as Dean got closer taking the human’s warm hand into his own, “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“How do I know they’re still alive,” Dean asked.

“It’s a leap of faith Dean; just as it’s a leap of faith that I will call them some help in three days,” Christian responded pulling Dean towards the front door.

“I’m not really big on faith Christian,” Dean replied digging his heels into the hard-wood floor.

“Do you really want the pain of saying goodbye to them; especially after what happened the last time you were down there,” Christian asked taking Dean’s chin into his grasp.

Dean was surprised by the gentle grip on his chin, “I would like to see my father at least.”

Christian looked tenderly into Dean’s watery eyes, “Sammy would be heart-broken if you didn’t say goodbye to him as well, and your father is still in shock over what he saw happen to you by your brother’s own hands.”

“You promise me that they’re alive,” Dean asked pleadingly.

“I promise you that they are alive and well, and I will let you call them in a few days if it would make you feel better,” Christian answered pulling Dean in for a hug.

Dean hugged the vampire back filled with uncertainty but not really seeing an alternative, “Okay, I believe you.”

Sicily rolled her eyes in disgust, “Thank God! Let’s get this brat out of here, he’s nothing but trouble.”

Both Christian and Dean watched the female vamp sashay out the door, down the porch stairs, and get inside the Mercedes sedan without a glimpse in their direction. “I guess I got a lot of work to do with her, don’t I,” Dean asked.

Christian led Dean out the door and down the porch, “Don’t worry, she’s just naturally a bitch, besides she already likes you.”

Dean arched his brows in surprise, “She does?”

Michel and Marco laughed as they got into the front seat of the sedan. “You’ll know if she doesn’t like you. She’ll wipe the floor with that pretty face of yours if she doesn’t,” Michel remarked before closing the door.

Christian felt Dean’s hesitation, “I won’t let her hurt you as long as you…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know…as long as I cooperate,” Dean replied getting slowly into the backseat. He found himself sandwiched in between Sicily and Christian, and he practically jumped into Christian’s lap when the red-headed bitch from hell looked at him and hissed.

Sicily giggled uncontrollably at the human’s reaction, “You’re going to be so fun to play with.”

Dean attempted to ignore the predatory look in Sicily’s eyes and instead took one final look at the house. He didn’t want to leave Sam and his father, but he had to do what ever it took to protect his family. He briefly wondered if he would be able to track his own location, so that he could let his family know where he was when he got the chance to talk to them in a few days, but he had no clue were he was now. All he knew for sure was that he started off in Greensboro, North Carolina, but Michel and Marco had knocked him out and he woke up in the house he had called home for three days. As far as he was concerned, he could be anywhere.

“Dean, she’s not going to hurt you, so stop acting like a little baby, and I want you to put your head in my lap and your feet in Sicily’s lap,” Christian commanded.

Dean expected Sicily to complain but she looked at him smiling suggestively, “Come a little closer pretty boy. I won’t bite…hard.”

“Do it now,” Christian reiterated as Michel pulled slowly out of the driveway.

Dean reluctantly laid down placing his head in Christian’s lap and his feet in vamp-bitch’s lap, “I’m not tired.”

Christian ran his fingers slowly through Dean’s short hair attempting to infiltrate Dean’s mind as he had done so many times over the last three months, “Of course you’re tired Dean.”

“No, I’m not,” Dean yawned.

Christian felt Dean’s mind relaxing, “Close your eyes for me Sweetness, get some rest.” Christian continued to caress Dean’s heads until the human fell soundly asleep.

“I can’t believe you left those two alive,” Sicily whispered looking down at the angelic face in Christian’s lap. She ran her hand up Dean’s leg, “Those two are dangerous.”

“Of course they are but it’s a chance I’m willing to take,” Christian replied taking his sister’s hand and placing it back in her own lap.

Sicily smirked, “Jealous much big brother?”

“As a matter of fact, yes I am,” Christian answered quickly.

“What are you going to do if our Sire wants him,” Sicily teased.

“I’ll worry about that when the time comes, meanwhile, I’m more worried about getting Dean away from his family as far as possible,” Christian admitted.

Sicily stared at her brother glad to see that most of the scarring from Sam Winchester’s inferno was gone, “Why are you really keeping them alive. You could make the boy cooperate without sparing their lives.”

Christian looked down at the sleeping human and caressed his warm cheek softly, “Honestly, I couldn’t think of a better way to punish those two than to let them live desiring Dean’s flesh, knowing that they’ll never see him again.”

Sicily softly laughed, “You truly are cruel Christian. You planted those desires and now…”

“And now, they’re being consumed by the flames of sin and unnatural desire, just as I was consumed by Sam’s flames of hatred,” Christian interrupted. Christian ran his long fingers over Dean’s plump lips, sticking one inside Dean’s hot mouth, “No one will take him away from me again, and I hope those bastards find us after I’ve turned Dean, because nothing will be able to stop Dean from ripping their throats out once I tell him of the awful things running through his own family’s sick perverted minds…”

Part XXI coming soon
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