Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part IV
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: The game is escalating
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: language, violence, non-con
Pairing: Dean/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: no specific episode is spoiled
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. This is my first Supernatural story, and I wanted to try something different besides the usual Dean/Sam pairing that is quite popular on the Internet.
2.This is Part IV 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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Sam had set the alarm the night before for 6 AM but somehow wasn’t surprised when he turned over to see that it was after nine in the morning. He looked over at Dean who appeared to be sleeping and dragged himself up out of the bed to take a shower. There was no way in hell that they were not leaving Gainesville. He didn’t care if God himself tried to stop them; he was getting his brother away from whatever had been stalking him over the last few days.

Sam quickly showered and got dressed so that he could drag Dean out of bed in time for checkout. “Dean, wake up man. It’s time to leave.” He noticed that the four crosses were still in place indicating that the Incubus had not visited his brother the night before.

“Leave me alone,” Dean softly muttered from underneath the cover.

“Dean, we have to leave now before we are charged another day. Get your ass up and let’s leave!” He yanked the covers off and began dragging Dean out of the bed.

“Get your fucking hands off of me!”

Sam immediately let go more surprised by Dean’s outburst, “Fine, but I want your ass in that shower in two minutes. I’ll pack our stuff while you get ready.”

Dean stood up straight and stared at the wall above his bed in obvious concentration, “I don’t want to leave.”

Sam stared at the same spot on the wall and saw nothing, “What do you mean you don’t want to leave?”

Dean continued staring. “I didn’t realize that I stuttered…I said that I don’t want to leave.”

Frustrated, Sam grabbed Dean by the arm and turned him away from the wall, “When the hell do you want to leave Dean?”

Dean sneered, “Never, but you can leave now.” He yanked his arm out of Sam’s grasp and got back into the warmth of the bed.

Sam’s stared at his brother in confusion and concern, “Dean, I think that we might need some help .You’re obviously suffering from some sort of psychological stress or influence. We have got to get you out of here now.”

Dean closed his eyes in an attempt to block out his brother’s concerns and instead listened to the sweet words of seduction coming from Christian the night before, “Tell him to leave you alone. You don’t need him to protect you because I will never let anything hurt you again, including your brother.”

“Damn it Dean, I cannot believe you are pulling this bullshit on me!”

“Leave me the fuck alone Sam! I don’t need for you to protect me.”

Sam sat down on his own bed facing his brother, “Okay…so you want me to take the Impala and leave you alone in this town? Is that what you really want me to do?”

“Yes,” Dean declared pulling the covers tighter around his now shaking body.

Sam knew that something wasn’t right when Dean was willing to let him have his baby, “Tell you what, I’ll go get a bite to eat, reserve the room for another night, and I’ll let you get a few more hours of sleep. How does that sound?”

“Whatever, just leave.”

Sam grabbed his father’s journal from Dean’s jacket, grabbed the keys to the Impala, and slipped out the door leaving Dean in peace.

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By noon, Dean was wide awake and hungry. He thought about calling Sam and apologizing for his behavior, but he wasn’t sure how to explain the cause of his state of mind. Dreams and reality were blending together, and he wasn’t sure what was real anymore. He showered and changed and headed out to the vending machine for a snack. He cussed himself for being such an asshole to Sam. They could have been long gone from Gainesville racing off to their next job, but instead he was stuck eating stale Doritos and a Coke from a vending machine.

Dean left his room noting the ‘Do not Disturb’ sign on his neighbor’s door. It had been there since they had checked into their own room days earlier. He felt an unexplainable need to touch the door, and the moment he placed his hand on the door he felt Christian’s presence. His heart sped up as he ran his hand down the door to the handle surprised to find it unlocked. He slowly turned the knob afraid of what was on the other side, but he bravely entered the stranger’s room. He stood in the door way allowing the sun to fill the room, but there was no sign of Christian or anyone else, so he turned to leave.

“Dean, close the door.”

He recognized that voice from anywhere and obeyed his command. He closed the door, locked it, and walked further into the room half expecting to find a coffin in the closet.

A soft laugh surrounded him, “Coffin? Someone’s been reading too much Stoker. I don’t sleep in a coffin Dean.” Christian stepped out of the bathroom wearing a black silk robe. His raven hair was pulled back into a ponytail leaving a few flowing locks of hair out to shape his angular face. His piercing blue eyes took in Dean’s appearance and smiled, “You look well. Did you get enough sleep?”

“Yes, thank you,” Dean shyly replied glancing at the vanity mirror and seeing Christian’s reflection.

“Another myth my friend, I am quite fond of looking at mirrors. I am a rather vain, and I like to always look my best.” He sat down on the edge of the bed never taking his eyes off of Dean, “Why don’t you join me?”

“Tell me one thing first. Is this a dream or is this real? Am I really talking to you during the daytime in an adjoining room to my own?”

“My Precious…”

“Please don’t call me that. You look nothing like Gollum and I am not the one ring of power.”

“You know, I actually had the pleasure of attending a party at the Tolkien estate in 1968 after the pirated paperbacks of The Fellowship of the Ring were released in the States,” Christian nonchalantly informed his rather rude guest, “So, I figure I have the right to call you Precious if I want to.”

Dean looked around the room nervously, “Am I really alone in a room with a vampire who wants to make me his childe or is this a dream?”

“I’m afraid that this is not a dream but neither were the other encounters,” Christian stated patting the bed with this elegant tailored hands.

Dean was confused, “What are you talking about. They were dreams.”

Christian licked his lips seductively, “More like living dreams. I was actually there touching you intimately.”

Dean felt the blush rising up his neck to his cheeks, “I remember a rape as well or was that you just playing games with me?”

Christian spread his legs slightly exposing his thighs, “Rape is such an ugly word…”

Dean interrupted, “So you did force me. Why would you do that if you wanted me to spend eternity with you?”

“Rape is all about control Dean, and I had to show you who was in command that night. Perhaps, I need to teach you this lesson again?”

Dean shook his head and stepped back towards the door, “I don’t want you ever touching me again.”

Christian’s nostrils flared in frustration, “Things were going so well Dean. What happened?”

Dean rubbed his hand through his hair in anger. “Well? You’ve been playing with my head for days, and controlling my dreams, and I suspect you’re also the reason why Sam has been sleeping so well.”

Christian stood up quickly prepared to pounce if necessary, “Do not speak of your brother in this room.”

Dean took another step back away from the approaching vampire. “Why? Are you afraid of Sam? Can he sense you or something?”

Christian smiled, “Sam is clueless of my existence. It has been you who has sensed me since that alley in Cartersville.” He saw the look of realization on Dean’s face and continued on, “I saw you standing up against the car watching your brother stake my fledglings, and I knew that I had to have you for myself.”

“You were watching? I’m sorry about your fledglings, but do you want revenge now?”

“Dean, I hated those creations, and I was glad to see them dead, and yes, I watched you doing nothing as your brother did all of the work, and I thought it was quite charming.”

Dean couldn’t help but to laugh. “Sam would call it laziness.”

Christian stretched out his arms, “Come to me.”

Dean wanted to resist but the pull was too much. He walked over to Christian and allowed himself to be taken into his arms. He placed his cheek upon the taller man’s chest, “Please don’t hurt me.”

“Never,” Christian whispered tilting Dean’s face upwards. He caressed his cheek softly and traced his thumb over Dean’s lower lip. “I have been waiting for you for a lifetime. Nothing will keep us apart.” He kissed Dean tenderly pushing his tongue into the mortal’s hot willing mouth. He plundered the younger man’s lips until they were swollen and red and then started on his neck. He felt Dean tense as his tongue traced his jugular, “It is still not time my Sweet. I just want you to relax.”

Dean looked up into Christian’s eyes, “I’m scared. I don’t know if I’m ready…”

“Hush…you’ll be ready soon, but not today,” Christian explained pulling Dean’s burgundy t-shirt over his head. “I bet you would be gorgeous in a suit. I can’t wait to see you in such finery.”

“You don’t like my clothes?” Dean asked hurtfully.

“Of course I do Dean. I think you look quite appetizing in your jeans and t-shirts. I just want to see you without any of them on at the moment,” Christian purred into Dean’s ear. He walked them towards the bed depositing Dean onto the mattress. He knelt down and began taking Dean’s boots off for him never breaking eye contact. He didn’t want to lose the connection with Dean that he had worked so hard at capturing. He knew that Dean had to let him take him willingly without the aid of sleep if hoped for Dean to accept his gift of eternal life. He rubbed the mortal’s feet tenderly basking in the warmth of Dean’s smile. It was the closet thing to sunlight he had ever found.

“That feels really good,” Dean moaned as the large hands massaged sore spots on his tired feet. He laid down flat on the mattress enjoying the sensation. Who would have thought that vampires gave such good foot massages?

“I’m glad that you are enjoying yourself.”

Dean sat up on his elbows, “How come you can read my mind?”

“Let’s just say that you and I have a very powerful physic connection,” he answered running his hands up Dean’s thighs. He unbuttoned and unzipped Dean’s jeans admiring the bulge that awaited him. He ran his tongue lazily in and around Dean’s belly button blowing softly on the wet skin. He was rewarded with small goose bumps all over Dean’s flat belly, “You’re flesh is so soft and it taste so good. As beautiful as you are now you will be even more beautiful after I give you my kiss.”

Dean placed his hands on Christian’s head and ran his fingers through the silky black hair that had fallen out of its clasp, “How old are you?” He arched his back as he felt a wet tongue stroking his cock, while Christian pushed his boxers and jeans off of his legs onto the floor.

“Let’s just say that I was around when a certain French Emperor conquered most of Europe,” Christian stated before swallowing Dean’s cock whole. With just a few quick sucks the boy was already on the edge, and he pushed two fingers inside Dean prepping the boy for his large organ. He continued to suck and stroke Dean even after the boy arched his back in orgasm. Christian enjoyed the boy’s hands frantically rubbing his hands through his hair trying to get him to stop, but he had Dean exactly where he wanted him, and he wasn’t going to back down. He enjoyed the taste of Dean’s seed in his mouth and he allowed a small amount to dribble down Dean’s scrotum, down his crack, and onto his fingers. He smiled lustfully as his semen covered fingers fucked Dean into a frenzy.

“Please…”

Christian pumped firmly into Dean’s ass nibbling on his inner thigh in the process, “Please what?”

“Please…I want you…inside of me,” Dean begged as Christian’s fingers massaged his prostate tenderly.

Christian was victorious in his quest, so he stripped himself of the silk robe and stood before Dean in his proud nakedness. Christian was well-built with abundant muscles and his massive frame went well with his staggering height. He had been stronger than other men when he was mortal, and now men like Dean, seemed like precious pieces of China waiting to be broken in his hands.

“Scoot up to the pillows and spread your legs for me. Show me that you want me inside you,” Christian ordered. Dean quickly followed his orders and spread his legs wide exposing his most delicate areas with no shame. “Pull your knees up to your chest and show me what you have to offer.”

Once again, without hesitation Dean followed Christian’s command. He pulled his knees up to his chest, spread his thighs as far as they would go, and exposed himself to Christian’s eyes.

Christian let out a growl of delight as he watched Dean’s throbbing hole quench close and open in anticipation of the invasion to come. He crawled up the length of the bed and positioned himself between Dean’s legs. He positioned his cock at Dean’s entrance and began slowly pushing past the resistance into the warmth of Dean’s body.

Dean looked up into Christian’s eyes and saw nothing but love and tenderness as he was claimed by the vampire. “Yes…”he whispered.

Once fully imbedded inside the mortal, Christian pushed Dean’s thighs farther apart and slightly upwards enjoying watching his cock pumping in and out of the aching hole, “You feel so good Love.” He reached down and kissed Dean passionately as the sounds of pleasure coming from Dean’s mouth brought him to the brink of gratification. Those little moans and pleas were going to be his undoing if he didn’t get Dean under control. He pulled completely out of Dean and slowly reinserted himself back into the heat enjoying the shuddering breaths coming from below.

“Please stop teasing me Christian,” Dean begged. Christian ignored Dean and instead set a torturous slow rhythm that sent stabs of pleasure through Dean’s dick and ass. He felt himself heading towards another climax, and he couldn’t stop himself as he felt the hot trickles of cum squirting out of his dick onto his stomach. He felt every muscle clench in his body sure that he was milking Christian’s cock in the process.

Christian pulled out of Dean’s body and greedily licked the sticky spunk off of his stomach relishing in its taste, “You’re beautiful when you come.” He looked up into Dean’s eyes and saw love and satisfaction and crawled back into place between Dean’s legs. He pushed back inside and began pumping at a quicker pace.

Dean looked at him in amazement, “You didn’t get off yet?”

Christian smiled tenderly, “Only when you’re truly satisfied. Now, let’s see if I can bring another one out of you shall we?” He turned Dean over onto his knees never losing contact and proceeded to fuck his way into oblivion. Dean was begging for cock like a porn-star, and he couldn’t help but laugh at the boy’s eagerness. The poor boy had obviously never been fucked so well in his life, and he knew that when he felt Dean clench down once again on his dick he wasn’t going to stop the impending orgasm. He pumped eagerly watching Dean climaxing for the third time, and he groaned in pleasure as his own seed pumped into the searing eager body.

They collapsed onto the bed, and they both closed their eyes in satisfied exhaustion holding each other tightly. Christian could feel Dean’s mortal heart beating rapidly and he couldn’t resist taking a small nip from Dean’s shoulder. The blood flowed freely from the small puncture mark and Dean purred like a pussy cat in heat as Christian sucked and licked at the opening. “Down Kitty Cat, no more for you,” he whispered into Dean’s ear.

“Were you trying to fuck me to death?” Dean asked.

“There would be a lot worse ways to go my Love,” he kissed Dean’s neck tenderly and nibbled on his ear teasingly.

Dean pulled away and turned over on his side, “I always hate to fuck and run, but it’s after dusk and Sam should be getting back at anytime.”

Christian turned over on his side and stared intently into Dean’s eyes, “That wasn’t fucking. I made love to you.”

Dean blushed, “I know you did, and I definitely felt something as well, but I still need to leave before he gets back. If he caught you with me he would kill you.”

“Let him try.”

The threat was clear. The battle lines had been drawn, “I would rather he not try. I don’t want to see either one of you dead…well, in your case, staked to ash.”

“It won’t ever get that far. I promise that I will never harm Sam,” Christian reassuringly stated.

“Well, in that case, I suppose I should get back to my room and pretend that all is well with me?”

“That would be best.” Christian watched as Dean got dressed wishing that he could stay the night, but the nuisance called Sam would be back at any minute, and he didn’t want Sam’s suspicious amplified.

As Dean opened the door to find a dusk-filled sky, he looked back at Christian, “You really promise no harm will come to Sam?”

“I promise,” he smiled as Dean left the room and closed the door behind him, “as long as you and he both cooperate…”

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Sam mulled over his father’s journal for hours trying to find a clue to what was happening to Dean. He had sat in the diner drinking coffee and eating apple pie all afternoon reading through his father’s theories and facts on supernatural beings. In his gut, he knew that there were no Incubi involved. There was something much more sinister stalking his brother. He read through all of the encounters with monsters, demons, and ghosts that Dean and his father had endured while he was in college. The pair had stayed busy, and not for the first time, he felt guilty about leaving Dean alone with their father and his crusade for the truth. He never could understand why his father didn’t realize that his search for the truth only put his sons in danger. Whatever had killed their mother and Jessica was still out there, and he figured that it was only a matter of time before it found them again.

He scanned over the pages on invisible man-eaters in Virginia and basement-dwelling werewolves in Michigan. He shook his head in disbelief at the picture of the blood-sucking Siamese twin who disconnected itself from its sibling’s chest each night to hunt, “Jesus, how the hell did you not laugh your ass off at that one?”

He continued skimming through the pages hoping that something would stand out, and than suddenly a drawing caught his attention. It wasn’t the first time he had seen the sketching, but it was the first time that he realized his own mistake. “Check please,” he requested pulling money out of his wallet, “How the hell could I have been so stupid?”

By the time he paid the bill and pulled the Impala onto the main road, the sun had set in the west sky. He stared anxiously out into the dusk as the Impala raced towards the Mountain Breeze Motel, “Please let me be in time…”

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