Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XXXV

Flashbacks are in italics.


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British Columbia-2AM

Dmitry watched as his Sire held Sicily down on the floor crushing her neck with his ancient hand. Alexei stared coldly at the undead eyes before him, “You betrayed this family Sicily. You released your brother without permission and now he is out there putting this family in danger once again!”

Sicily didn’t claw at her attacker or struggle. She had already accepted her fate even before her Grandsire found out about her deception…

Three nights earlier:

Underneath Alexei’s mountain home was a spider-like network of dark cavernous tunnels where others of her Kind were buried against their will or by their own choosing; some for punishment, others needing a long rest from the ever-busy world. Sicily ran her hand over the solid wall of rock knowing that her brother was entombed behind the mortar and bricks. She had not been able to watch Marco and Michel burying their brother alive for she had been still too damaged from Christian’s attack, but she could hear his soft pleas and scratches from behind the bricks for nearly three weeks. Despite Christian’s attack, she still loved him and hated to hear his whimpers of pain and starvation as he lay immobile in the tomb unable to free himself from the hell he had brought upon himself.

She worried that Dmitry would soon follow Christian’s path which could ultimately lead to his destruction, and as much as she loved her brother, she loved her Sire even more. She knew that if Christian got to the human first and quenched his insufferable desire for the mortal then Dmitry would be safe from his own obsessive needs. They would fight like cats and dogs for the next century or so over the new Childe but at least Dmitry would be safe from the Winchester clan and Christian would be allowed back into the family for bringing such an exquisite trophy home to his Grandsire. She was sure that Christian would either claim his prize and kill Dean’s family or die by a Winchester hand if she freed him, and as much as she hated to see her brother destroyed, she would rather see her Sire survive. It was after all Christian who had brought all the trouble upon her family in the first place and now it was time for Christian to end the game with his little human and hopefully return to the world of the undead.

“I should have left you dead in Idaho,” she whispered. “Bringing you back has caused nothing but trouble.”

“Free me and I’ll end this,” Christian murmured from behind his prison.

“You do realize that Alexei will most likely destroy me if I free you,” Sicily commented caressing the wall in thought.

“You’ll wish he had destroyed you once he’s through with you,” Christian began. “But he won’t kill you because he needs you.”

“Dmitry would rather see me destroyed than tormented,” Sicily reasoned.

“True, but he’s not in charge of this family. It will ultimately be Alexei’s decision and he will choose to keep you around because of your magical talents.”

Sicily timidly scratched at the mortar wondering how much noise it would cause of she tore the wall down. “If I do this you must promise me that you will end this trouble for your family. You have risked everything for this human…was he worth it?”

“Yes,” Christian moaned in thought of his beautiful mortal. “I will not play with him when I find him. I will turn him, kill his family, and bring him back here.”

“No more games with him? No more seduction?” Sicily wearily asked.

“Once I find Dean, I will slaughter his family in front of his own eyes and then turn him into one of us,” Christian smiled fondly. “I made the mistake of turning my desire for Dean into a quest and I have paid the price; lesson learned, I promise.”

“And if you are destroyed by the Winchesters?” Sicily asked filled with concern.

“Then leave me dead this time. It will put things back in balance,” Christian truthfully answered.

Sicily studied the mortar seeing a small imperfection that her brilliant twin brothers missed when they were burying Christian. It would only take a knife or some other flat object to begin the digging. With her vampire strength, she would be able to dislodge the bricks from the wall without noise and free her brother in no time.

“If we both survive this you are going to owe me big brother,” she grinned running her sharp nail in the crack in the mortar. “You will be at my beckon call for years.”

“I will be your humble servant dear Sister,” Christian promised. “Can you do it without alerting the others?”

“Have I ever let you down Christian?” Sicily asked watching as small flecks of mortar fell to the ground when her nail dislodged them. “Just give me a couple of hours and I’ll have you out of there…”

Dmitry wanted to turn his back as his Sire killed one of his own creations, but he knew that ultimately Sicily was his responsibility and he watched as the life ebbed out of her body.

“Should I spare her Dmitry?” Alexei asked. “I thought for sure that you would be begging for me not to destroy her.”

“You are the head of this family and it is your decision to make Sire,” Dmitry humbled replied.

Alexei eyed his Childe in speculation, “Why is it you don’t speak up for her benefit? You fought for Christian’s life why not hers?”

“Because you spared his life and look what has happened? She has allowed him to go back to the Winchester boy and he could bring that boy’s family back here placing you in danger once again,” Dmitry calmly answered.

Alexei studied his Childe still suspecting that Dmitry was holding something back, “You are right…it is in my power alone to spare her, and I think that I will allow her to live for the moment.” He released his choke hold on Sicily and stood up looking at his shaken Grandchilde on the floor, “Besides, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a vampire skinned alive.”

“No!” Dmitry cried. “She doesn’t deserve that torment!”

“Don’t worry Dmitry, it will grow back…eventually,” Alexei laughed as he watched the female vampire crying on the floor in fear. “Don’t worry Sicily. I wouldn’t ever dream of marring your beauty but those twin brothers of yours on the other hand would be perfect.”

“No…please don’t,” Sicily begged. “This was my doing not theirs.”

“Sire please,” Dmitry begged. “They didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Would you rather it be you Dmitry?” Alexei cruelly asked. “Are you willing to suffer for your Childe’s betrayal?”

Dmitry looked at Sicily and thought about Marco and Michel and what they would undergo and slowly raised his eyes to look at Alexei, “If that is what you wish. I will suffer for both her and Christian’s mistakes.”

Alexei stepped over towards his Childe and slapped him hard across the cheek, “That’s very stupid of you Dmitry. Never sacrifice your well-being for a Childe. You can always make another. You’re not human and they will recover.” Alexei stepped away from his disappointing Childe and looked back down at Sicily, “I suppose you will have to do…take her out of my sight for the time being.” Alexei watched as two vampires hauled the female from the room and turned back to Dmitry, “Now, we need to figure out where our dear Christian has run off to, don’t you think?”

“Perhaps, it would be best to leave him be,” Dmitry suggested. “In a few days, he will either be a pile of ashes or he’ll be bringing a new vampire into the clan.”

“Are you sure about that?” Alexei asked intrigued with Dmitry’s confidence.

“Trust me, Christian knows what at stake here, and he won’t take any chances this time,” Dmitry smiled softly. “He was playing a game with Dean before but now he’s in full predator mode and that poor boy and his family don’t stand a chance.”


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Lancaster, Pennsylvania-5AM

“I cannot believe you let that thing get a hold of you like that,” Dean remarked in concern as he helped an injured Sam into the motel room. “Sammy, you know better than to get in the way of a phantom when they’re throwing furniture around.”

Sam’s entire left side was in agony from where a flying chair had collided with his chest bruising his ribs and knocking the breath out of him. “It’s not like I stood in one place waiting for the chair to assault me.”

Dean knew that Sam’s injuries were only minor but it felt good taking care of Sam for a change, “Dad’s going to be pissed when I tell him how careless you were. That was a rookie mistake…”

“And whose idea was it to go barreling into a room without scouting it out first?” Sam interrupted.

Dean closed the motel door and dragged Sam over towards a bed, “I told you I heard something.”

Sam sat down on the bed and grimaced in pain when he started taking his jacket off, “Yeah, and that noise happen to be flying furniture hitting the walls, and if I recall correctly, you shoved me inside first saying ‘brains before beauty’ and caused me to get bitch-slapped by a chair.”

Dean couldn’t help but to laugh at the situation, “It did get you good, didn’t it?”

Sam wanted to complain about Dean’s inappropriate laughing but it sounded so damn good to his ears, “I forgot how good that sounds.”

Dean’ laughter abruptly stopped and he looked at Sam in confusion while sitting down on the bed next to his brother, “What sounds good?”

“You,” Sam smiled. “I can’t remember the last time I heard you laugh…it’s nice to hear.”

Dean stared thoughtfully into Sam’s eyes. “Hasn’t been a lot to laugh about lately.”

“Well, I guess I just have to get bitch-slapped more often then,” Sam replied not breaking eye contact with Dean.

Dean felt himself sinking into the depths of Sam’s soulful eyes, “I could arrange that.”

Sam noted the intensity of his brother’s glare and slowly licked his lips, “Will you slap me if I try to kiss you again?”

Dean swallowed hard in nervousness, “No, but I might kick you in the nuts.”

Sam ignored the pain in his ribs and reached for Dean’s hand, “No you wouldn’t.”

Dean broke eye contact and looked down at the hand Sam was caressing, “You sure about that Sam?”

“Look at me Dean,” Sam requested.

Dean looked back up at Sam’s face trying to ignore the fact that his heart was pounding in his chest, “Sam…didn’t we just play this game?”

“This isn’t a game for me Dean,” Sam began. “I want you so fucking bad. You have to want me too.”

Dean snatched his hand from Sam’s grip, “No I don’t.”

Sam watched in frustration as Dean stood up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom, “Dean, when are you going to stop lying to yourself and admit the truth?”

“And what truth would that be Sam?” Dean hotly asked. “The real truth or the truth you want to hear?”

“The real truth,” Sam replied gingerly standing up trying to push the discomfort of bruised ribs to the back of his mind.

Dean watched wearily as his brother approached, “I’ve already told you the real truth Sam. I don’t want you. What part of that do you not understand?”

“That’s total bullshit and you know it,” Sam sneered. “You do want me but you’re too afraid to admit it to yourself.”

“And when the hell did you turn into Doctor Phil?” Dean snapped. “You don’t have a fucking clue what’s going on in my mind.”

“I know that you’re scared of me and what I can do to you,” Sam honestly replied. “You’re afraid that you’ll like it.”

Dean involuntarily stepped backwards into the bathroom trying to avoid contact with the taller man, “The only thing I know for sure is that I am tired of talking about this shit with you. You have to face the truth yourself Sam…you’re never going to have me again.”

“We’ll just see about that,” Sam confidently smirked.

“You’re a smug bastard, you know that?”

“Look who’s talking?” Sam jeered. “You’re the master of all that is smug, and I have to admit that it was nice to see you knocked down a peg or two by those vampires.”

Dean’s fist clenched in anger and he stepped forward towards Sam, “Are you serious with this shit? Is this really where you want to go with this?” Dean stepped right up to Sam and looked him hard in the eyes, “I reject you so now you try to tear me down and insult me like a little kid who can’t have what he wants?”

Sam’s nostrils flared in anger, “It’s the truth Dean! Everybody knows about the great Dean Winchester and his never-ending supply of cockiness and arrogance, but now…you’re nothing more than a pretty little puppy that has been neutered; all bark and no bite!”

“You fucking bastard!” Dean’s exclaimed as he swung out with his fist and hit his brother in the face. “I’ll show you my bite you fucking asshole!” Dean threw himself at Sam who was temporarily blinded by the painful hit across his nose, “You tell me you love me but then you say shit like this to me?” Dean’s momentum threw both boys on the floor with Dean landing on top. He quickly sat up straddling Sam’s thighs and began lashing out at Sam’s face with his fists, “I got to say little brother…this whole seduction routine of yours pretty much sucks!”

Despite the sharp pain in his side, Sam quickly gathered his bearings and swung out his arms catching one of Dean’s fists in his hand, “Is that the best you got Dean?” Sam knew that Dean was still not physically one-hundred percent and he took advantage of this fact by bucking his hips up off the floor and lifting his knees up at the same time causing Dean to slide off his thighs. He quickly grabbed Dean’s other arm and used his legs to flip them both over so that Dean was underneath him. His ribs were complaining in protest at his violent movements but the heat of Dean’s body so close to his made Sam forget about everything else for the moment.

“Get off me!” Dean protested underneath the larger man. “I mean it Sam!”

“I thought maybe it was time to move to the next phase of my seduction plan,” Sam winked confidently. He grinded his hips into Dean’s crotch making sure that the other man could feel his hardness. “You feel what you do to me Dean?”

Dean closed his eyes trying to ignore the heat building up in his own crotch, “Don’t do this Sam, please.”

Sam held both of Dean’s arms down to the floor and continued rubbing himself on Dean’s body, “You beat the shit out of me and I don’t even get a kiss?”

“I hardly hurt you,” Dean defensively replied. “Besides, you deserved it for the shit you said.”

Sam placed his mouth at Dean’s cheek and licked a warm wet trail down to Dean’s lips, “Maybe, but I tried to tell you that you make me crazy Dean.” He licked slowly down Dean’s other cheek, “All I can think about is you. I want to taste you, touch you…fuck you.”

Dean slowly opened his eyes and saw that Sam’s lips were hovering over his own mouth, “If I kiss you will you let me up or will you pressure me for more?”

Sam lazily smiled, “I could deal with just a kiss. I won’t ask for more, I promise.”

“We could always hope that it would suck. That way you wouldn’t want anymore from…,” Dean began but he was interrupted by Sam’s hungry mouth attacking his lips. Dean couldn’t refuse Sam’s tongue as it probed and thrust its way into the heat of Dean’s mouth and he most certainly couldn’t ignore the fact that Sam was practically eating him alive. Sam was holding his wrist down hard enough to hurt, and he felt like his lips would be bruised for days to come, but he couldn’t help the fact that his cock perked up in interest as Sam molested his mouth with his eager tongue and lips and rubbed his erection onto his thigh like a humping horny dog.

Dean frantically tried to catch his breath as Sam continued to devour his mouth like a plate full of ribs. “Jesus Sam!”

Sam closed his eyes trying to keep his excitement at bay but was finding it difficult, “You’re going make me cum in my pants…you’re so fucking hot.”

Dean tried to turn his head to the side trying to get his breathing under control, “You’re so romantic Sammy.” Sam’s mouth captured his again and the intense kiss continued until Sam growled in pleasure and Dean felt warm liquid on his thigh. Dean could feel the semen in Sam’s jeans seeping onto his own jeans and waited until Sam’s body stilled and the vise-like grips released his bruised wrists, “That is so not cool Sam. Did you really just dry hump my thigh like a dog?”

“Sorry,” Sam snickered into Dean’s neck. “You just make me lose control.”

“You’re like a fucking horny teenager,” Dean moaned trying to push Sam off. “Get your heavy ass off me.”

Sam lifted up but stayed in place above Dean. “You want me to take care of this?” Sam asked placing his hand on Dean’s jean-clad erection.

“No, I’m good,” Dean shyly replied.

“You sure about that,” Sam seductively asked. “I’d be more than happy to pleasure you.”

“No, I gave you a kiss and more so get off me,” Dean groaned sliding out from underneath his giant brother.

Sam let Dean slip out from underneath him, “You have to admit that was pretty damn hot.”

Dean stood up feeling slightly dizzy from the excitement, “I don’t have to admit anything Samuel Winchester. Just because you shot your load in your pants doesn’t mean it was good for me.”

Sam stood up rubbing his sore ribs, “Oh really, and what about that boner you got?”

“It’s cold in here?” Dean asked grinning.

“You liked it, admit it,” Sam requested placing his hands on Dean’s arms. “It got you all hot, didn’t it?”

“Maybe,” Dean reluctantly admitted. “But it doesn’t mean you can pressure me into more.”

Sam let go of Dean’s arms happy with his small victory and not wanting to push his luck. “You’re absolutely right Dean. We’ll take this as slow as you want.”

“And if it never goes farther than this,” Dean hesitantly asked.

“Than it never goes father than this,” Sam started. “As long as you don’t deny yourself the pleasure because you’re afraid.” Sam caressed the side of Dean’s face with his large hand, “I’d never hurt you Dean or force you do something you don’t want to do.”

Dean wanted to point out that pressuring someone for a kiss and holding them down to the ground was considered forcing someone in most cultures, but he held his thoughts inside for the moment. “That’s good to hear.”

“I mean it Dean,” Sam reiterated.

“Of course you do Sam,” Dean replied. “I just want to take a shower and get some sleep.”

Sam removed his hand from Dean’s face, “Want any company?”

“God, you’re such a horn-dog,” Dean muttered shaking his head in amazement. “You might be even worse than me.” Dean looked down at his pants noting the wet spot caused by Sam’s over eagerness and grimaced, “And just for the record, you’re doing the laundry this week Francis.”

Once again, Sam ran his hands up and down Dean’s arms looking down at the wet spot on Dean’s pants, “Well, since your jeans are already wet…I could help you to get them even dirtier.”

“Sam,” Dean warned in a serious tone. “No pressure, remember?”

“Alright,” Sam reluctantly agreed turning Dean towards the bathroom. “Go get that shower.”

Dean walked into the bathroom thankful that Sam wasn’t pushing the issue, and he was left alone for a few moments allowing him a chance to gather himself and sort through the chaos of his life. He gave Sam one last glance before closing the door and thought about locking the door, but he never locked the door before, and he didn’t want Sam to think that he didn’t trust him so he left it unlocked. He looked into the mirror fascinated by his pink swollen lips and ran his thumb over them, “My Sammy’s a hungry boy.” He ran his hand down the front of his jeans feeling the bulge in his pants, “He got you hot, didn’t he?” He caressed the throbbing piece of flesh with his fingers wondering what Sam’s mouth would feel like on his cock, “Got you fucking hard when he held you down.”

Dean slowly unzipped his jeans, thought about jerking off in front of the mirror, but decided that the shower would conceal the noise better. He walked over towards the cheap white shower curtain, pulled it back abruptly, and stood frozen in place as his eyes fell upon the tub, “Sam! I need you in here!”

Sam opened the door, noticed Dean’s unzipped jeans, and smiled eagerly, “What, you change your mind? You want help with that boner after all?” Sam saw Dean staring into the tub and suddenly all thoughts of sex fled from his mind, “What the hell?”

Dean stared into the tub taking in the pale dead flesh of the young prostitute he had met earlier in the parking lot. Her neck had been savagely torn and all the blood had been drained from her body. There was a thin veil of blood coating her neck and chest area and her eyes were left opened staring daggers of death and emptiness into Dean’s soul. He knew in that instant that she was dead because of him, “That fucker did this to her.”

“But why, who is she?” Sam asked frantically.

“I met her outside tonight right before he called me,” Dean began. “That son-of-a-bitch was watching me talking to her. She only wanted to know what time it was…why would he do this to her?”

“Dean, what the hell are we going to do here? We got a dead girl in our bathtub,” Sam pointed out.

“Thank you Captain Obvious,” Dean sneered. “We’ll figure something out. It’s not like we haven’t ever burned and salted a body before.”

“How can you be so calm about this Dean? There’s a dead girl in our tub and your boyfriend is out there stalking us and killing people who cross your path,” Sam argued.

“That’s ex-boyfriend,” Dean corrected his erroneous brother. “Besides, he’s only doing this to reinstate his dominance over me. He knows that Dmitry took some of his power and hold over me away and now he wants to prove to me that he can still be my Sire.”

“And that should make me feel better because?” Sam prompted staring down at the dead body in the tub.

Dean reached down and gently closed the girl’s eyelids wondering if anyone would miss her besides her pimp. “Because, I’m going to let him think that he has dominance over me again and then I’m going to go all Charles Bronson on his ass when he least expects it.”

“That’s sounds like a brilliant plan Einstein,” Sam sarcastically remarked.

“You have a better plan Shaggy?” Dean retorted.

Sam frowned, filed away the new nickname not sure of the implications just yet, and returned his focus onto the manner at hand. “Why don’t we get the hell out of here before he gets his hands on you?”

“Yeah, because that’s worked really well in the past,” Dean remarked rolling his eyes. “Sam, the vamp was practically torn in two by his Sire, punished and locked away for nearly a month, and yet here he is in Lancaster stalking me as you put it. Do you really think we can run away from Christian?”

“No, but it sounds like you’re going to be bait and he might bite off more than you can handle,” Sam argued.

Dean closed the shower curtain in disgust, “I don’t know what else to do here Sam…he wants me so I’m going to let him have me. I can’t let anyone else lose their lives over this.”

“But what if you can’t destroy him when you get the chance?” Sam asked filled with concern. “We’re finally starting to go somewhere with our relationship and now you want to hand yourself over to a vampire who you may or may not be able to destroy.”

“Sam, I know what I’m doing,” Dean reasoned walking out of the bathroom. “I was with him all that time. I know how he thinks and what his weaknesses are. I was just too blinded to do anything about it before.”

Sam followed Dean out into the motel room, “And what if he enthralls you again or turns you into a blood-sucker the second he gets his hands on you?”

“Then you’ll do what you have to do,” Dean simply replied refusing to look at Sam.

Sam’s brows arched in surprise, “Dean, you can’t be serious?”

“We’ll have to take care of her body tomorrow night when it’s dark,” Dean commented trying to change the conversation. “I hope she doesn’t start stinking before then.”

Sam grabbed Dean by the arm and forced his brother to look at him, “I can’t kill you Dean.”

“Sam, you’ll have to do it if Dad’s not around.”

“No,” Sam replied shaking his head vehemently. “You can’t ask me to do that; I won’t do that!”

Dean could feel involuntary tears in is eyes beginning to crest over, “Sam, promise me that you won’t let me become one of those monsters!” Dean felt the hot tears cascading down his cheeks hating himself for asking Sam to make such a hard choice, “If you really love me you won’t let that happen to me!”

Sam pulled Dean into a fierce hug hating to see his brother cry, “I promise Dean…I’ll do what has to be done but you better not get your ass turned.”

Dean returned the hug feeling the tension in Sam’s body knowing what he had asked his brother to do would weigh heavily on Sam’s mind for the next few days. He pulled back slightly and looked up at Sam’s face, “Sam, make love to me…this could be our only chance.”

Sam looked down at his brother in confusion, “Really? You want that Dean?”

Dean pushed Sam away playfully wiping the tears from his face, “No asshole, I just thought it would be the perfect ending to this disturbingly bad chick-flick moment.”

“You fucker,” Sam grinned. “Get a guy’s hopes up like that…it just isn’t right.”

“There’s been nothing right about these last few months,” Dean commented lying down on the bed with his clothes still on. “Just try to get some rest Sammy.”

Sam watched as Dean toed off his boots, “You’re not going to get into something more comfortable?”

“And tempt you even further with my oh-so luscious body?” Dean smiled. “I don’t think so horn-dog.”

Sam dropped onto his own bed, “I’m never going to live that down am I?”

“Not in this lifetime,” Dean laughed loudly at the memory of his little brother dry humping his thigh. “I wish I could have gotten that on videotape for future blackmailing.”

Sam turned onto his side away from Dean and groaned into the pillow in embarrassment at his own lack of self-control. However, the sounds of laughter coming from the other bed was music to his ears, and despite the dead girl in the bathtub and the dry semen on his jeans, he considered the night a success. Hopefully, the first night of many which would eventually lead to Dean being underneath him in his bed as a willing participant and not at the hands of a undead vampire who only wanted Dean as a trophy.


Part XXXVI coming soon…
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