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9th-Jul-2005 07:15 pm

ex_kyrieane267

Based on a suggestion from

kitty_poker, and after discussing the matter with

literati, I present to you a drabble tree. This drabble tree is dedicated to our own lovely list mum,

darkhavens. In reward for all of your hard work, dedication, and love to all of us….This is for you!

Rules of the game: this will start with one drabble. You take one line from this drabble and write your own, with the connecting line in bold Several ‘branches’ may come from one drabble, in fact this is encouraged. You are not limited to one drabble either; play as often as you would like. This drabble tree will continue until it either totally peters out, or darkavens puts an end to it.

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Let the games begin!

How did that old saying go? Some day’s it just didn’t pay to get out of bed? Yeah, what a line of crap. Xander knew better, yessereee bob did he know better. It was going to bed that was the bitch. Going to bed meant sleeping, and sleeping meant dreaming. Dreaming of one blue-eyed blonde haired blood sucking pain in the ass. In more ways than one.

At first it was just, you know, having a beer or two. Then it was watching his lips wrapped around the mouth of the bottle. Then it was watching that wicked tongue licking…

Comments

10th-Jul-2005 01:42 am (UTC)

Xander knew that he was a sick, sick boy. But that didn’t bother him much anymore. Not when he had been fucking Spike for- how long was it now? Two years? That amount of time doing that kind of thing tended to dull your reactions to other things.

But, when the thought of Spike getting the chip out excited him like it did, it made him worry. In more ways than one. Because, while Buffy and Willow were trying to find ways of stopping Spike again, he was thinking about just what it really would be like to be bitten by William the Bloody.

coricomile

10th-Jul-2005 05:11 am (UTC)

How long had this been his truth? When had this change happened? One day, he was a noisy geek, the next, a Slayerette. Something had happened. He’d changed.

Now Spike was free, unfettered. The body splayed out on Giles’ front porch had clued them in. Or rather the bloody railroad spike shoved through her skull had clued them in and he knew that he was completely screwed up, because, while Buffy and Willow were trying to find ways of stopping Spike again, he was thinking about just what it really would be like to be bitten by William the Bloody.

txrabbit

10th-Jul-2005 05:50 am (UTC)

Xander shot straight up, the remnants of the dream still clinging to him. He was covered in sweat and other bodily fluids that he was trying so hard to ignore. He'd been denying for so long now that this was a fantasy, a desire so deep and horrifying that he tried to hide it from everyone, most importantly from himself.

Xander knew that he was a sick, sick boy, but this was ridiculous.

He kept having dreams of being in bed with four hands touching him, stroking him, bringing him to the heights of pleasure. Two mouths that kissed and licked and bit him just how he liked. He never had to explain what he wanted or how please.

Spike just inherently knew.

And the other was him; the part split by Toth's stick.

And that's how Xander knew he was going to hell.

strickens_girl

10th-Jul-2005 02:24 pm (UTC)

It was something he'd never told anyone, Spike knew that. He didn't know why Xander hadn't spoken up. Maybe it was because of fear. Fear of being thought disgusting. Fear of being pitied. Fear of being known a coward, too pathetic to stand up to him. But in any case, no one ever knew.

But Spike...Spike just inherently knew. Before he'd even started staying in Xander's basement, he'd known. Known that the bruises Xander carried weren't from the demon of the day. From his own father and Angelus, Spike knew exactly what Xander was going through. He knew how hard it was to speak up. He knew how hard it was to save yourself.

So while living in the basement, Spike kept a silent watch on Xander. And when the time came, like Spike had known it would, he was there for Xander. He wouldn't let Xander be hurt in the same way he had. He couldn't let anyone destroy that innocence. He wouldn't let anyone destroy the beautiful young man.

~Nebula

authoressnebula

10th-Jul-2005 03:50 pm (UTC)

Spike had been watching Xander ever since he got The Bloody Chip ®. He’d seen the pup face things that would leave most people gibbering under their beds. The lad was brave – no doubting that. At times, foolhardy. So Spike watched, as, time after time, Xander threw himself after bigger and badder things – wondering when he’d come against something that was too big or too bad. And when the time came, like Spike had known it would, he was there for Xander. But he’d never thought it would be a preacher, and he never thought he’d be too slow…

rayne_y_daze

10th-Jul-2005 05:13 pm (UTC)

The lad was brave – no doubting that. At times, foolhardy. Sometimes, like now, that trait seemed to get him into situations he would prefer not to have found himself in. No doubt the reason Xander was currently sooooo fascinated by the floor was that he was wishing it would open up and swallow him.
"Well Harris, isn't this an interesting twist to the story? Vamp gets burned up saving the world - vamp gets ghostified - vamp gets unghostified - vamp decides to check in on those he burned up saving.." Spikes 'standard sneering voice no#2' suddenly drops away - "vamp gets propositioned by the one he truly wants to get close to" A disbleieveing head shake and Spike throws his arm around Xander's shoulders, seeing in those eyes an answering glimmer of hope - kindled by his words and one, he trusts, he can fan into a flame of desire to match his own.
"I had a plan y'know... a good one with lots of trust-gaining steps 'n' stuff - but this is better 'cos me and plans........"

samsara_sv

11th-Jul-2005 03:19 am (UTC)

Spike ran a hand through dark hair, fingers parting soft waves and scratching a sensitive scalp. He closed his fist around the soft, soft strands and yanked, making the boy kneeling in front of him look up.

Eyes that had seen too much too soon looked like they were on the verge of spilling tears. A mouth that was split open and stained with blood and other things was gaping, silently pleading.

"Well, Harris, isn't this an interesting twist to the story?" Spike pulled harder on the hair. "Or did you know it was going to be like this the whole time?"

Xander just lowered his head.

coricomile

15th-Jul-2005 06:51 pm (UTC)

Xander just lowered his head. He could go dramatic and smack it against the desk. He could have kept his mouth shut in the first place. But that wouldn't have been the Zeppo they all know and ignore, then would it? He could play it for laughs, but he was tired of ducking behind false humor. If they were his friends, it would be okay. If they weren't...

Then he heard the snap of leather behind him. Great, just great. Blurting that out to the girls was one thing.

Having Spike hear his declaration of love? Totally different story.

sunnyd_lite

10th-Jul-2005 08:23 pm (UTC)

Xander sat in Giles' living room pretending to be engrossed in the large and dusty volume he had been given, doing his best not to fidget and sweat. The blue gaze that was fixed on him from across the room felt like fingers on his skin, poking, prodding, seeking out his secrets.

Not that he had many of those, at least where Spike was concerned. But he had one, and it was a doozy. Xander suppressed a groan, certain of impending disaster. Consider the facts:

Spike shared his bed more often than not these days.

He kept having dreams of being in bed with four hands touching him, stroking him, bringing him to the heights of pleasure.

And, he talked in his sleep.

Spike might be his lover, but he was still evil, and therefore not above a spot of merciless teasing. On the inevitable day that he revealed the name of the third party in his subconscious fantasies, Spike was gonna have a field day.

rakshathewolf

10th-Jul-2005 01:47 am (UTC)

Some days it just didn't pay to get out of bed.

Staying in bed? Very profitable lately.

And why hadn't he figured this out years ago living in his parents' basement slinging 'meat' for a living when he could fly - fucking fly and get paid for it?

He stretched his neck back and offered, legs up, spread. Burned and filled - squelching slick. Shuddered all over at the grapeskin pop when fangs broke the surface spreading liquid heat like heroin through his veins.

He charged two-hundred a bite.

And got it.

Craved.

Because the body became Spike when the fangs slid in.

reremouse

10th-Jul-2005 01:49 am (UTC)

Xander had started the… thing… with Spike four months ago. It was a way of making fun of him and getting paid all at once. Spike craved Xander’s blood, but couldn’t take it without consent. Not if he wanted to stay on the non-dusty side of the stake. And Xander, helpful boy that he was, gave his consent.

He charged two-hundred a bite.

Spike paid him in crisp dollar bills and humiliation. It was so worth it. The visits got more frequent, and Xander found, with reluctance, that the bites actually felt… good.

Spike hasn’t paid in three weeks.

coricomile

10th-Jul-2005 05:16 am (UTC)

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. Not in broad daylight. Not in trailer on the site.

He had plans, and they didn’t include a fledge fresh out of the ground, still stinking of the powdered lime that encircled fresh graves. Cool fingers grasped his arms as that voice raged through the stale, filtered air.

Flinching away from the odd touch, he shuddered all over at the grapeskin pop when fangs broke the surface spreading liquid heat like heroin through his veins.

Not like this, not like this! His soul cried out as Spike stood to the side, watching dispassionately.

txrabbit

10th-Jul-2005 01:48 am (UTC)

Dreaming of one blue-eyed blonde haired blood sucking pain in the ass.

But Spike was never a pain in the ass in his dreams. Well, not all of the time. Sometimes he was sweet, caring, things Xander himself had usually been for someone else. This time, Spike was being that way with him. And he had no idea where THAT came from, because he'd never seen Spike that way with anyone, just snarky and sarcastic and rude but damn Spike could be nice when he wanted to be.

authoressnebula

10th-Jul-2005 02:18 am (UTC)

(awww, that's just sweet, nebula)

***
Xander had seen how Spike treated Dru. He loved without reason. Her missing reason most of the time. Seriously, Spike would turn the world inside out to please his love.

Probably some kind of baby vamp instinct. Imprinting, like little baby duckies.

Duckies with dangerzone overbites and mucho libido.

Maybe it was just Spike…

This time, Spike was being that way with him.

And you know what? Traffic flowed both ways. Xander would do anything for his Sire. Had done just about everything – had the tired jaw and sore ass to prove it.

But Spike calling him Childe? Cliché much!

mirasol

10th-Jul-2005 02:27 am (UTC)

Xander would do anything for his Sire. He loved and adored Spike with everything he had, and if he had to prove it, then so be it. Not that it was hard to prove his dedication. And Spike seemed pleased by everything he did. He had only really asked for one thing.

He wanted Xander to learn the art of blood.

Xander was a quick student. He followed instructions well, and he paid attention to the details. In no time he had his first victim at his feet, mutilated and positively destroyed. Spike even clapped for him when Xander began to lick away Willow’s spilled blood.

coricomile

10th-Jul-2005 04:54 pm (UTC)

Xander was a quick student. He followed instructions well, and he paid attention to the details. As a result mistakes or oversights were a serious matter. They weren't the simple errors of a pet who needed to be reminded of the rules - or have some specific point reinforced. They were the calculated cries for attention from one who no longer felt secure in his masters affection, who felt neglected or pushed aside.

Truth be told Spike himself had become aware of how litte 'alone time' he and Xander had had recently... Preparations complete Spike smiled confidently to himself as he looked around - 48 hours clear in their schedules with all they would need here in this one room - Xander would have no doubts or fears left once he left here...

samsara_sv

15th-Jul-2005 06:37 pm (UTC) - Learning Styles

His teachers would have been amazed. But he'd never seen the practical application in school stuff. It's not like people talked about history and poets. So, why did he need to memorize it?

He followed instructions well, and he paid attention to the details. At the construction site, he only needed to be walked through something once. After that, it just made sense.

"Kinetic Learning, " Willow called it. "You just needed a more hands-on approach."

"Bloody marvelous," was Spike's moaned reaction. As he said, he only needed to be shown a move once, and he was good at improvising.

sunnyd_lite

10th-Jul-2005 02:39 am (UTC)

(Thank you sweetie! Love yours too. ^_^ Isn't this fun?)

~*~

"What the HELL are you on about?"

Xander snickered. "You're adorable, you know that?"

"You're drunk, you know that?"

"You're a ducky," Xander stated. He grinned at his stunned and horrified boyfriend. "I bet all vampires are like duckies."

Spike's eyes widened in realization. "Oh bloody 'ell, Xan, this isn't about last night, is it? You said you were gonna..."

"Duckies with dangerzone overbites and mucho libido," Xander said, giggling. "Squeak squeak!"

"You bit my neck," Spike said. He glared at his laughing boyfriend and said, "Of course I was gonna squeak!"

~Nebula

authoressnebula

10th-Jul-2005 01:54 am (UTC)

“Fuck me.”

Xander’s laugh tickles the short hairs on Spike’s neck. Lips brush there. Spike shivers.
“Again?”

Gasping and panting match the heart pounding at break-neck speed against Spike’s back, and for a moment those are the only noises. Then he feels Xander begin to pull out, and he doesn’t know where the words come from.
“No. Don’t.

“Stay.”

How did that old saying go? Inside every old person, there’s a young one saying “what the fuck happened?”

Did they mean that literally? Because currently his particular young one is saying all manner of wickedly good things in Spike’s ear.

mirasol

10th-Jul-2005 02:05 am (UTC)

Spike takes a drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke out into the night air. It floats off into the sky, disappearing from even his eyes. He leans back against the mausoleum and thumps his head once against the cement. It’s been a long night. There’s a crack next to him, and from the oh so familiar scent and feeling that comes to him, Spike knows it’s Xander.

“You’re gonna get yourself staked that way, pet.” And his words are so easy going and soft. Xander sits at his feet, like a puppy, and looks up through yellow gold eyes that are just getting used to their new night vision.

“Fuck me.” And how can Spike say no to his childe?

coricomile

10th-Jul-2005 02:08 am (UTC)

"No. Don't. Stay."

When Spike stopped, Xander stepped forward, encouraged. "Please?" he said softly.

"Why?" Spike sounded...tired. Vampires weren't supposed to sound tired.

"Because...I..."

With a sound of disgust Spike walked away. Leaving Xander standing behind, fists clenched and vision blurred. He hung his head, before he whispered softly, "Because I love you."

"Stuck with me, then."

Xander glanced up, startled. Spike was nearly nose to nose with him, his lips unbearably close. And then the lips slowly smiled.

~Nebula

authoressnebula

10th-Jul-2005 02:16 am (UTC)

Xander didn’t listen to Spike anymore. He didn’t follow instructions in fights, he didn’t do what he was told at Scooby meetings, he didn’t have conversations with him anymore. Spike sounded worn out and old. He sounded tired. Vampires weren’t supposed to sound tired. It was a rule, and Spike was breaking it.

Xander didn’t like to think of Spike being miserable. He didn’t like to think of Spike being anything less than the Big Bad. Anything less than William the Bloody. A heartless monster. Because, when Xander stopped thinking of him like that, he started to think of him as someone he could love.

coricomile

10th-Jul-2005 02:08 am (UTC)

Xander crept down the basement stairs. In the darkness, a vampire slept in an ugly orange recliner in the corner. Spike had been his “roomie” for two weeks now. The chip ensured Xander’s immediate physical safety, but Spike’s words and schemes still had plenty of sting. It was what the vampire thought that should scare him, not whether he could reach Xander while he slept. He quietly walked over to the vampire and double-checked the knots. He knew the ropes didn’t prevent the REAL danger, but Spike looked pretty in hemp. Xander knew that he was a sick, sick boy.

rayne_y_daze

10th-Jul-2005 02:54 am (UTC)

He juggled the popcorn bowl in one hand along with the videos in another - the fangmeister wasn’t suddenly his best bud. Only that he was the only other guy there, excluding Andrew.

Deadguy or dorkguy?

Usually a no-brainer, but he’d felt uncomfortable since the argument about Bashir and Garak. Bashir totally belonged with Miles… uhhh, Kira.

Xander crept down the basement stairs, far away from the PMS ruled house above. God, life would be simpler if he swore off girls.

He looked at Willow’s scrawl on the video – “Queer As Folk” sounded English enough to appease a cranky vamp.

mirasol

10th-Jul-2005 02:19 pm (UTC)

Later, Xander wasn't sure how it happened, but he sure knew when.

It happened about eighteen minutes into Willow's video, when Brian poured water over his head and shook it off in TV slo-mo before pushing Justin onto the bed.

After, Xander would laugh at his own innocent thought - “Queer As Folk” sounded English enough - but at the time, he had only groaned and responded eagerly to Spike's kiss.

And now - amid the wreckage of hastily discarded clothes and Spike's pale blue sheets - he, too, knew what "rimming" was.

yin_again

11th-Jul-2005 03:12 am (UTC)

Xander should have known something wsa wrong. He should have known that Spike was up to something that would be very, very bad in the end. But at the time, he had only groaned and responded eagerly to Spike's kiss.

He didn't think about the weird feeling of Spike's fangs slicing his lip, or the way the inhuman ridges felt against his hands as he cradled sharp cheeks.

Maybe, he would learn to pay more attention now. After all, what good were vampire senses if you didn't use them?

coricomile

10th-Jul-2005 02:20 am (UTC)

At first it was just, you know, having a beer or two. Just buddies kicking back at the bar on a Friday night- except Spike was anything but a buddy, and Xander was anything but relaxed. And Spike’s worryingly contemplative stare wasn’t helping at all. But the silence seemed less awkward when his mouth was doing more than just ‘not talking’, so Xander kept the drinks coming until two had turned into... probably something over six.

Then the bartender had cut him off, so Spike had taken him outside and kindly shown him other ways to keep his mouth busy.

ranga

10th-Jul-2005 02:34 am (UTC)

(Okay, taking two parts of sentences and making them one part...)

~*~

Xander kept the drinks coming until two had turned into... probably something over six. Then the bartender had cut him off.

"You can't..."

"Look, you wanna mope over your lost girl, that's fine, but don't do it in here. Not gonna be responsible for a dead drunk driver in the morning."

"I'm not driving home," Xander muttered, but he paid his tab and shrugged his coat on. He shouldered through the crowd, the blasting of the stereo loud in his ears. His very sensitive ears. Damn that last drink.

"And it's not over a lost girl," he added for no one in particular, stepping out into the air. "It's over a lost guy. And he's worth six drinks."

Stupid Hellmouth. Stupid Spike. Stupid Angel for bringing him the amulet in the first place. Angel he could beat on for being an asshole. It was a favorite hobby of his. Spike wasn't there to beat on anymore. Spike wasn't there to hug, to hold, to kiss, to slowly sink into, to...

Xander wiped at his eye and continued on.

~Nebula

authoressnebula

10th-Jul-2005 03:10 am (UTC)

Xander didn’t like to think of Spike being miserable. Miserable was Xander’s domain – his kingdom. He’d been master of that realm for 20 years. He met all the requirements. Crap family life, mediocre school/career life, zero love life. He only got by because he could count on certain things. Buffy would be brave, Willow would be sweet, Giles would be book man, and Spike would be…well…Spike. Big, bad, bold, beauti…brash. The essential constants of an unstable universe. The way that things were supposed to be. Things that let him smile. But now…this just wouldn’t do. Watching Spike hurt just …hurt.

rayne_y_daze

10th-Jul-2005 05:01 am (UTC)

What dreams may come? A good question, but Xander doesn’t want to think about it, because recently he’s been dreaming of one blue-eyed blonde haired blood sucking pain in the ass.

Spike.

White hair, weird blue-gray eyes that seemed to change colors based on his mood, and no he’s not talking about the fiery amber that they turn when the demon comes out.

And that demon. Ridges that Xander wants to run his tongue over, wants to learn the texture of. Long, sharp teeth that bring him exquisite pain in his dreams. No, Xander really doesn’t want to talk dreams.

txrabbit

10th-Jul-2005 06:03 am (UTC)

What dreams may come?

Xander hated his dreams. Lately they had been of violence and blood but the worst was the dust that clung to his skin. The dust he swore he could taste even after waking.

As he shivered and swore, Spike held him tight, stroking the sweat slicked skin and whispering words of comfort.

"Havin' those dreams again, pet?" Spike whispered.

"Yeah," Xander replied as he held onto his vampire for dear life. He liked that Spike just knew, that Xander didn't have to explain that in his dreams he ended up covered in the dust of his lover by his own stake, yet again.

strickens_girl

11th-Jul-2005 03:25 am (UTC)

There were nights when Xander wouldn't go to sleep. He would wear himself out at work, on patrol. He went home tired and sore. But he refused to sleep. When he slept, he dreamt. Xander hated his dreams.

There were dreams of slaying. Dreams of watching Buffy or Willow getting bitten or torn limb from limb. There were dreams of sex. Filthy, dirty dreams that left him feeling sick inside. And there were dreams of Spike. Dreams where he was biting Buffy or Willow, and having filthy dirty sex with Spike. Dreams that made him crave for something he wasn't allowed to have.

coricomile

10th-Jul-2005 05:36 am (UTC)

He sat with his two girls. Willow was enjoying her mochaccino while Buffy held forth on her dream of the previous night. Something about a girl with dreadlocks and paint on her face, but he wasn’t really listening. He was seeing, really SEEING, dream images of his own. Photo-flash images of Spike. Blond head thrown back in ecstasy; brilliantly blue eyes half closed in bliss; barely pink lips forming his name… No, Xander really doesn’t want to talk dreams. He did, however, want to thank every god that had ever been that he had chosen the long shirt that morning.

rayne_y_daze

13th-Jul-2005 04:47 pm (UTC)

He was seeing, really SEEING, dream images of his own.

He took in the interplay of candle light and shadow dancing across the alabaster stage of a perfectly shaped back. The casual, yet classic, draping of midnight blue silk sheets that drew the eye towards what was covered. Why was his mouth so dry?

It MUST be a dream. Anya was gone. He lived alone. And Spike hadn't been invited into the apartment, had he?

Xander returned to the kitchen. If it was a dream, he wouldn't disturb it. All those talks with Joyce had taught him art appreciation.

sunnyd_lite

2nd-Aug-2005 06:28 pm (UTC)

Photo-flash images of Spike. Xander so didn't need that this morning. He couldn't stop the flashes as they filled his mind. Xander shook his head. How could Caleb have known that his words would curse the boy even more with the nearly unwanted, yet constant stream of images that Dracula had so long ago placed in his head. Images of Spike writhing in ecstasy under Angelus's touch. And all Xander wanted was to see the whole thing play out in real time. Xander ran his hands over his face. There was definitely something wrong with the one who sees everything.

willowschild

23rd-Nov-2005 07:58 pm (UTC)

"I had a plan y'know...a good one with lots of trust-gaining steps 'n' stuff—but this is better 'cos me and plans...."

Xander is gazing at Spike dazedly.

"Spike! Please..." the human moans breathlessly.

"Sod the plan," murmurs Spike with another long swipe of his tongue along Xander's hard cock. There's no warning, just wet sucking pleasure as the blond swallows him whole.

Xander howls.

Wiggling fingers are doing wonderful things in places he never realized he had and the next thing he knows he's coming like a freight train. Yep, there went all coherent thought.

It doesn't stop there.

"Fuck Spike!"

_teldra_

15th-Feb-2009 02:44 pm (UTC)

As Xander stopped screaming, Spike snarled, "Gonna say that again?"

"Fangless," Xander whispered, definantly.

"Right then," came the soft, surprisingly gentle, response. Two tiny pinpricks at his neck. A gasp, then Xander howled.

Pleasure or pain? They'd discovered that the chip recognized intent. Changed the types of games they played.

dragonyphoenix

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