Addictive Personalities

When Xander got home he paused at the door and sniffed the air. With a confused look he checked the number to make sure he had the right apartment. It was his all right, so what smelled so good? He toed off his boots and took the new groceries into the kitchen. "Spike?" He called as he put them away and looked into the pot on the stove curiously.

"Back quick ain'cha?" Spike smirked as he entered the room and began taking down a plate and glass and placing them on the table.

"Uh. . . yeah." He looked at the pto and then the vampire and wrinkled his brow a bit in thought before shaking his head. "Well, I'm gonna go to bed now."

"'Old on pet. I made dinner."

"I must be more tired than I thought, it sounded like you just said you made dinner."

"I did."

"For me."

He nodded, "Ya actually bough' stuff for me an' I. . ."

"You. . .?"

Spike looked at the ground and mumbled something quickly. "feltguiltyboughtit."

"Guilty?"

The vampire growled, "Ya gonna rub it in or ya gonna eat?"

Xander sniffed the air again. It did smell really good. "I didn't know you could cook."

"Yeah well don' get used to it. 's'a one time deal."

He nodded and fetched a plate and cup for himself. "So whatd'ja make?"

"Fettechini Alfredo." Spike put the bowl on the table and handed him a fork while Xander tried to pick his jaw up off the floor.

"You really 'can' cook."

Spike snorted.

"Um. . . thank you?"

"No worries." The vampire brushed the thanks aside and dished out small portion to himself before passing it to Xander.

"So. . ." He studied the noodles and creamy white sauce as he filled his plate. "You didn't poison this."

"Would I eat it if I did?"

"Dropped it on the floor?"

"See th' previous response."

"Careful, your intellect is showing." Xander teased and started to raise a bite to his lips before putting it down again. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Want ta know how ya like it s'all."

"You eat some first."

"Oh fer the luv a. . ." Spike scooped a forkful into his own mouth and glarred, "Satisfied?"

Xander blushed, "Sorry."

"Just eat."

The human took a bit and his eyes opened wide in surprise, "Wow! This is really good!"

Spike grinned, "Meets wit' yer approval then?"

"Yeah!" Xander quickly finished off what was left and then looked over at Spikes plate longingly until Spike sighed and handed it over. When he was done he sat back and stared at the empty bowl and plates in shock, "Did I really eat that much?"

The blond grinned. "guess ya did."

"Um. . . thank you. I didn't . . . why are you grinning like that?"

"Glad ya liked it."

Xander felt his stomach drop at that grin and he choaked. "Oh God. What did you do to it?"

"Do?"

"I know that grin. That's your 'gotcha' grin." He looked at the bowl with horror this time. "What did I just eat?"

"Native dish of the Ksani demon." Spike shrugged, the grin never wavering.

"Spike. . . I had no milk, how did you make Alfredo sauce without milk?" He asked, but he really didn't want to know.

"Wasn't easy. Had ta milk m'self five times ta get enough. Gotta luv vampire stamina."

"Milked. . ." Xander gulped and gagged a bit but his stomach refused to give up it's meal, and that really worried him. "You. . . I ate. . . Gaahhhhh! Why am I not puking? I want to puke!"

"Ksani love their first meal. They never f'get it." Spike walked toward Xander and smirked when he backed up, "In fact, the only cum they'll eat is the vamps they first taste."

"Uh. . . good for them." Xander backed into the couch and stumbled over it and to the other side of the room. "So why can't I throw up?"

"Yer not human pet."

"Am so." He argued.

"Yer a rare breed. a Ksani mixed blood. Only reason ya lived this long is the slayer. Most breeds get killed. They're demon magnets. Just. Like. You." Spike got closer and Xander found himself backed into a wall.

"I soooo do not beleive this. You just borrowed milk from next door didn't you. God you really had me going for a while there."

"How bought a test then shall we?" Spike flopped down onto the couch and pulled out his 10" cock.

"What the Hell are you doing?" Xander demanded, "That's it! I am. . ." He froze.

"You're what?" Spike asked.

The human sniffed the air and swallowed hard. It was that smell again, but this time it didn't just smell good. It smelled irrisistable. He turned slowly to see Spike stroaking himself, and his gaze was rivited to the precum oozing from the head.

"Smell it do ya?" Spike spread his legs and pressed his hips forwrd a bit. "Never done this before. Didn't know if the addiction would 'ave started so soon."

"Addiction?" The question was put forward in a distracted voice. Xander was putting most of his attention into resisting that smell.

"It's the Ksani in you." He sighed and stroaked a litle faster. "Vampires are addictive to your lot."

"'m human." He insisted in a small voice, eyes never leaving the pale flesh.

"So then why're you coming closer."

Xander couldn't have stopped himself if he wanted to. "Why?"

"That little bit in the food wasn't enough to satisfy ya. Didn't think it would be. Most of it probably cooked out."

"Oh."

Spike laughed and moved his hand, "All yer's."

"I. . ." Xander fought his body to stillness. His eyes were glued to the slim white cock in front of him. It was like he had two voices in his head. One was begging him to run into the bedroom and lock the door. To sleep and forget all of this. He was human. He was straight. And there was no way he wanted to suck Spike's dick no matter how good it smelled. . . //Mmm, smells so good. Just a little more. A taste. Just to see what it's like coming straight from him. cuming. . . mmmm. . .// and that would be the other voice. Xander was panting, breath catching every so often as he staired at the vampire's offering. //I am not going to do this. I am not!// He was repeating the mantra even as his body surged forward.

The minute Spike's cock touched his lips, Xander stopped thinking almost completely. All that was running through his mind was the taste, the feeling, the smell. He burried his face in the honey blond hair at the base of the shaft and moaned, his tongue lapping all around it, his gag reflex completely gone. Nothing mattered exept getting more of the creamy, salty treat.

"That's it pet, all yours." Spike cooed and burried his fingers in the chestnut brown hair. "Suck on it luv, more will come out if you. . . yeaaaaaaaaah." He groaned, "Ooh that's good. You got natural talent for this Xan. Try swallow. . . shit! ah! aah! oooh! Yeah! just like that."

Xander moaned and swallowed again, desperate now to taste more. He wasn't Xander Harris anymore. He had no identity. All he was, was hunger. Pure and raw need for the liquid that this vampire could give him. He swallowed and hummed and sucked at the flesh in his mouth until it pulsed hard and stream after stream of the semen that he craved was pumpd into him. He moaned and suckled the softening flesh until the hands in his hair pulled him away slowly and settled his head to rest beside the now spent piece.

"That was perfect pet." Spike praised. A few moments later Xander felt strong hands lifting him onto the couch. He moaned as a cool hand covered him. My turn now luv. Do you want it?"

"Mmnnnn." He murmured, more than half asleep, but hsi cock was raising to meet Spike's touch.

"Well then, won't get much participation will we." He smirked. "I'll just take my treat then."

Xander came within minutes and Spike swallowed and laughed, "kids t'day. No staying power.\ lic licked his lips and shrugged. "Taste good though. Can feel it workin' inside o' me already. Can't have you tellin' yer mates about this though. . . we'll just have to think of something, wont we?" He grinned at the sleeping human. "What? Nothin' ta say?" He chuckled and carried the boy into the bedroom then carefully woke him enough to give him a drink of JD to wash the taste away, laughing when the kid started coughing.

The vampire took a swig himself and grinned at th boy's alchohol laden breath. "You have vary disturbing dreams when yer drunk. Don't'cha Harris." Spike chuckled and then walked into the kitchen. He had some evidence to wash away.