<Part 1>

    Spike sniffed the air of the Harris brat's new apartment and frowned. He knew that smell, and it wasn't a human one. He flopped down on the couch and sifted through his mind, trying to remember where he knew it from. It was something very interesting, that was all he could come up with. Something like a vampire candy land. . . he finally flicked on the Tele and settled in. It would come to him if he stopped trying to remember.

    Xander had recieved an anonymous letter the month before containing an obscenely large check and the orders to use it to get out of his parents basement and take Spike with him. It had been signed by Angel. The blond vampire grinned, you didn't live with a person for as long as he'd lived with Angelous, and not learn to forge their handwritting. The money was nothing compared to what he'd saved up over the years, and it was worth every penny to be able to sleep without the sound of those human wretches beating the shit out of eachother above him.

    Sending the money in his sire's name ensured that Spike would get to live in luxury without giving up his place close to the scoobies. He wanted to be on the inside when they found anything about the initiative or the damned chip. The blond was not a fool. He entended to keep his enemies very close.

    A key in the lock announced his host's arrival home. The brunet was loaded down with grocery bags and a styrofoam cooler. "Hey Spike! Little help here!"

    Spike looked up at the child and snorted, "Yeah, right."

    "Spike, it's your damn blood on the bottom of all this, if you don't want it to go squish then come and get some of this!"

    The whelp should really learn to watch what he said. Spike stood and yanked the cooler from the bottom of the pile, sending all of the other bags to the floor with a satisfying cracking sound. What did Harris expect? He was evil!

    "Spike!" Xander stooped down to check the quickly leaking bag and pulled out a soggy box of wheatabix and carton of cigaretts along with his usual chips, cookies, and canned goods. The eggs, milk, and glass bottle of nacho cheese were a complete loss. "Damn it!"

    The vampire almost felt bad about his actions when he saw the boy had thought to buy him something. Almost. "Wouldn't want the blood to 'go squish'." He mocked and snatched a couple bags from the cooler, tossing them into a pan of heating water. Now that they had a proper stove, he didn't have to lose what little flavor it had by nuking it.

    The brown eyed boy didn't say a thing.

    "What? No witty come back? I'm surprised at you pet!" Spike mocked him again.

    "I'm not in the mood to fight you tonight, okay Spike? It's been a long day at the site, and now I have to go out again to get more milk and eggs instead of sleeping like I wanted to. I'll be back soon. Please,  don't wait up."

    That earned him another snort. Spike waited until the door was closed and locked again, then poured a bowl of wheatabix and covered it in blood. He dug in with a deep hunger and his stomach almost wailed at the pittiful attempt to fill it. Pigs blood was like Iceburg lettuce for vampires. Tasteless and giving only the most base nutrition. If he had to live like this much longer, he'd starve, and Willy would no longer serve him human blood. Not since the little weasel had found out that a couple human bouncers could keep Spike out.

    "Oh how the mighty have fallen." Spike snarrled. He began eating again and froze, with the spoon still in his mouth. "That scent!" He jumped up and took a breth in, scenting the room. Yes! He remembered now! Back in China, he'd met up with an old master who had a human looking pet with him. The boy's smell had been a bit off but had still smelled human, only. . . sweeter. The vamp had introduced him as his consort and Spike had, of course, laughed out loud. It wasn't until that day, while they were all holed up away from the sunlight, that the master had explained how his consort and he had met.

    "He is of a half breed race of human and demon. The blood is so diluted that the decendants no longer even know what they are. Not unless they have intimate contact with our kind, that is. They are Ksani demons."

    "Big deal."

    "Oh it is a big deal. You see, once a Ksani tastes a vampire's seed, they become addicted to it. It imprints in their mind, like a subliminal order. They will crave the seed of the vampire they tasted with unnatural strength. If they are denied it, they go into a type of withdrawl and the pain is unbareable." The master stopped to carress his young man's face softly, soothing the frightened eyes. "But if you feed them well, they will live forever."

    "So ya got an immortal cock sucker, so what? No one c'n be that good."

    "There is more, young friend. The Ksani also creates a unique kind of cum."

    "So it's a tastey cocksucker, still not seein' the plus side."

    "Their cum is nutrtious to our kind, even more so than blood. they process our own seed and send a bit back to us in theirs, but it becomes changed inside of them. It makes us stronger, and faster, and in time, it can even make us impervious to the rays of the sun."

    "Yer kiddin'"

    "That is how their clan once lured vampires to offer their seed. It is a trade off that would keep the vampire with them. However the watcher counsel found out about the power that they gave their vampires, and most of them have been destroyed. There are still a select few half breeds who hold the same power, however they do not live long. Usually they die before they come of age."

    "'Ow's that?"

    "They attract demons to them. It was once used to attract a vampiric owner. In this day though, the demons do not know them for what they are, and they are killed."

    Spike's interest had been piqued by the story and the ending was a bit disappointing to him now. "So why'd ya take it fer consort. Sounds like 'e'd a given ya what ya wanted without th' chains."

    "He would have. But over the years together I found that I had grown very fond of my little one."

    "Ya fell in love with dinner."

    The old one laughed, "If you must say it that way, yes. I did."

    Spike dropped his bowl in the sink and stood at the window, starring into the night. //If Harris is a Ksani that would explain why he such a demon magnet.// He lit a cigarette and inhaled, letting the heat fill his lungs. //Would also be bloody convenient fer me. I'd have one of the slayer's pets under my control and an unlimited food source that would make me even stronger than human blood could. Might even give me the kick I need to overpower the chip an' heal proper like.//

    He looked over at the pan that was still sitting on the stove. The blue eyes sparkled with an idea, "Think I'll cook the whelp dinner. Jus' ta say I'm sorry." He grinned wide and got to work.

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<Part 2>

    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 pot 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?"