Addictive Personalities

When Xander re-entered the living room, he met the worried glances from his freinds with a semi reassuring smile. "Uh. . . when you gotta go. . ."

They made the expected 'ew's and 'TMI's and everything settled back to normal. It didn't mean anything that Xander sat as far away from Buffy as he could. If she hadn't picked up on him before, maybe her slayer powers didn't work on Ksani or something.

". . . Spike."

"What?!"

Giles blinked at Xander with a confused frown on his face, "I agree that the spike in demonic activity is worrysome but it hardly merits that reaction." The watcher closed the book he'd been reading, "Xander are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I'm fine. I'm just kind of tense."

"Is Spike being too much of a hastle? I know Angel asked you to watch him but I'm sure he wouldn't mind. . ."

Xander was so tempted to say Giles could Spike-sit. He was so tempted to just push all of hsi problems out the door. But he was also tempted by the subtle smell that Spike constantly emitted, and the taste, and the feeling. . . and he remembered what Spike had said about withdrawl. He didn't know what woul dhappen if he gave Spike up. Ergo, he couldn't give him up. "Nah, it's all good G-man."

"I have asked you not to call me that."

Xander shrugged with a slight smile and settled back in his chair, no longer the center of attention, which was good, since Spike's scent thickened and filled hsi senses. He tensed and turned wide eyes to the vampire, who was stroking himself through his jeans. //Not here! Nonononononononononononono!//

Spike slipped his hand into his jeans, gathering some precum on his fingers and smearing it on his lips. "Xan, luv. Don't you think it's about time we told your freinds?"

Xander flushed beet red, //okay, enter of attention again.// he tried to speak but he was breathing too hard. Everything was tunneling out of his vision until all he could see was the small line of fluid on the vampire's mouth.

"Xander? You had something to tell us?" Giles asked.

He didn't know who was talking, or who they were talking to. It was all white noise. The loudest sounds in the room were Spikes tiny, breathy moans, the same sounds he'd made before. Right before Xander had fed. The same sounds, and scent, and the liquid on those full lips. . . he was out of the chair before he knew what he was doing, and curled into Spikes lap, licking at the tiny bit on those lips, then going for the fingers that had put it there. Fingers that were now in Spike's mouth. He followed them there, lapping inside the cool mouth and drawing the fingers out to curl his tounge around them with a need filled whine remeniscent of the hyena, of a dog.

"Wow. uh. . . way to tell us." Buffy spoke in shock, staring at the . . . well actually, the extremely hot sight before her.

Her voice barely registered with Xander, but it did register. He turned to stare at her with glazed eyes, "Uh. . ."

"Didn' 'xpect you'd have the stones er that luv." Spike smiled and breathed his words in a seductive voice, that didn't affect Xander as much as the smell of the vampire's cum that lingered in his breath.

Xander mewled and dove back toward that mouth, starving, hungry, needing the only thing that would ever fill him again.

Spike groaned loudly and pulled the boy up, "Well, enough research, we have ta go now. Ta."

Willow, Giles, and Buffy stared at the door, still in shock. Tara frowned and began to go over everything that had happened that night. Xander hadn't seemed to be in love, he'd looked like he was thralled. But she didn't know Spike could thrall people, in fact, she was almost sure he couldn't. But if Xander and Spike really were in love and she suggested a spell of some kind, it could make everyone try to break them up, and if it was real love, that would be bad and. . . she had a lot of researching to do. Only now she had a focus.


Spike dragged Xander to a grassy little place, in front of the bronze. There he stretched out and smiled, "All yours."

The mop of shagy, brown hair was instantly between his legs and Spike chuckled and slid down the wall, forcing Xander to lay prostrate on the ground as Spike sat, legs spread. He managed to shoo away any onlookers who wanted to cause problems, but they still had a nice sized crowd watching. The boy would be branded his by demon and human kind. That warm tongue was becoming more talented with each feeding and Spike arched up into the moist cavern of Xander's mouth, fucking the young man's face with no thought to the boy's gag reflex, the first time he'd fed on Spike's fluids would have canged his body enough so that he had no such reflex anymore. He was made to be the perfect fuck toy and Spike really liked his toys.

He shoved his fingers hard into Xander's sweat dampened hair and pounded into him hard until he felt himself crestign over the top of oblivion. He shot jet after jet of cold, dead cum into Xander's stomach and the boy lapped it up as if it were gourmet custard of some kind. He suckled at the spend cock until every last drop was gone and then burried his face mindlessly in the Spike's wirey, honey blond pubic hair, not wanting to leave the smell just yet. It was about that time when his own voice started to creep back in and beg and whimper and finally scream, "What are you DOING?!"

The brown eyed boy almost jumped out of his skin trying to scramble back, but Spike took his arm painfully and lifted him to his feet. "C'n hurt demon luv." He whispered harshly, "C'n hurt you."

Xander shivered in fear, his eyes wide and his lips trembling.

"Give us a kiss." The blond smirked and Xander had no choice. He leaned forward and let Spike capture him mouth. He couldn't even gag. It was like he wasn't human anymore. No human could have a tongue that far down their throat and not gag. That thought brought another and he suddenly recalled the depths Spike had slammed his cock into. He really couldn't gag anymore?! //What is Spike DOING to me?!// The vampire finally pulled back and then led Xander back to the car. "When we get home it's your turn, I don't feel like a public viewing of my performance tonight." He mocked, "Why clear the lovely image you put out for them. Lovely lips all stretched and wet just fer me."

He felt like he would be sick, but he couldn't be. His body wouldn't let go of Spike's fluids. Just a few nights before he was thinking about grocerys and work and who would win the superbowl and now all he could think of was Spike. Spike lips, Spike leather, Spike skin, Spike cock, he couldn't force his mind out of it's Hellish loop.

Spike sat back and watched Xander's nervous breakdown unfold as the boy drove them back to the apartment. He almost rubbed his hands together with glee. Almost. He could already feel the difference that the boy's fluids were making in him. He felt faster, stronger, the chip didn't hurt as much when it went off now. He was beating it. He marveled at the spot of luck that had placed Xander Harris, last surviving vampire whore, directly into his lap. The young Ksani would soon forget all of those human hang ups, but until he broke and grew complacent, Spike was going to have a lot of fun. He slipped from the car as Xander killed the engine and followed the nervous boy up the stairs, eager to see how far this next feeding would take him. //Wonder if I shoud let him watch me kill the slayer when this bit of hardware stops working. Might be a bit much. Just have ta wait an' see.// "Xanpet." He singsonged and began to undress the moment he entered the apartment, "It's your turn."

"My. . . I. . . no! I'm okay! Yep, fine and dandy Xander, that's me."

Spike tried to pout but the smirk ruined it, "Awe, come on luv, wouldn't begrude your 'boyfriend' a bit of the ol' in out, would you?"

"Boyfriend? Oh My GOD! They all think you're my. . . 'cause I. . . and then. . . Oh My GOD!!"

Spike took advantage of the boy's bemused shock and pounced, lips fastening on one taunt nipple as hands worked on his jeans.

"OH!"

"Now now pet. Don't you want to make me happy?"

"N. . . no."

"Now that didn't sound very convincing. I think you like me, Xan pet."

"I hate you."

Spike sucked him in down to the root and Xander's hip jumped at the cool touch and questing tongue.

"I. . . oh. . . Spike!"

//That's a boy pet. You know your mine, don't you. Just a matter of time, i'n' it.//

"Spike!"

~tbc~
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