The Drabble My First Lines Meme

[darkhavens]

Here are twenty of my first lines. Drabble me a tale and I'll return the favour.


I didn't know I loved him... until I saw him like that.

Clem hates keeping secrets; they make him nervous.

Xander woke feeling sore... in odd places.

It lived under the mattress.

The rules are quite simple.

Cold sweat, fear of the monsters, and a twinge of wildly inappropriate, swiftly stifled, forever to be denied lust.

Xander stared blankly for a moment and then laughed.

I get home from work and she's all packed and ready to go.

"Spike, can I have a word with you in the kitchen, please?"

Every time they met, Giles' eyes went first to Xander's neck.

The first ring was a bracelet of bruises; a circlet of purples and greens that lingered for days.

"Tell me again what happened to your crypt, Spike."

It took him a while, but Xander finally found a way to break the pattern that was his love life.

Xander had been guilted into ferrying a book and a fractious vampire out to Angel in LA.

It was the silences that made him think.

Now the chip was history it would be so very simple to install himself as Master of Seattle.

"Xander, please tell me this is one of your lame-ass practical jokes."

Xander looked around at the various heaps of... things, that had somehow managed appear inside his //their// apartment in the short hours he'd been out.

The letter spent two days locked in the top right hand drawer of Xander's desk before Spike confronted him about it.

"I know you want everyone to know that you cooked."

Comments

[killerweasel.livejournal.com]

Not really sure who this is, but it was cool to write.

When I was young, my mother would turn off the light and tell me to sleep. That was when monster would talk to me. It lived under the mattress. I'd always check before crawling beneath the covers, and even though I wouldn't see anything, I still knew it was there. Waiting for the lights to go out. "Come play with me, I don't bite."

Eventually I outgrew my fear of the dark and what lurked under the bed. At least until I found out the monsters were real. They not only dwelled in the shadows, but inside the hearts of men.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Ooh, lovely. I know who I think it is.

Now, do you have a list of titles for me to drabble on, or would you like me to drabble off this piece?

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Now, before I go to bed, the checks I make are that the doors are locked, and that the shades are drawn to keep the sunlight out.

You see, the monster spends the night beside me now. And not only does he bite, but so do I.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a monster too, at least no more than every other human male. But we’ve reached an understanding, Spike and me. Apart, we both are broken, unable to protect ourselves against full half the world, but together we take care of one another. We fight each other’s monsters.

Hope you like! Thanks for playing. :o)

[kitty-poker1.livejournal.com]

Couldn't resist. *g*

Every time they met, Giles' eyes went first to Xander's neck. Xander was characteristically oblivious but Spike was becoming more incensed with each passing day. Finally, his seething irritation erupted into confrontation.

"For fuck' sake, Watcher! What are you starin' at? Think I'm going to turn the boy, do you?"

Giles blinked slowly. He reminded Spike of an owl.

"No, Spike, I think you want to take him as your Consort."

Spike's irritation flowed away. Bugger it! Got to hand it to the boring old sod.

"I just wish you'd get on with it, because the suspense is killing me."

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Hee! Lovely! I can just see Spike's irritation being deflated by Giles' answer, and then the look of stunned surprise when the Watcher says he wants him to get on with it!

So, can I treat you to a drabble? You know I only really do my boys, but if there's something specific you'd like...

[velvetwhip.livejournal.com]

Kitty, I love this! It was so unexpected!


Gabrielle

[saifai.livejournal.com]

I love these. My drabble doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense. It feels like it's in the middle of something serious going on. Yer gonna have to use your imagination to fill in the blanks...

*****
He jumped as he felt a cool hand wrap around his neck and shove him against a wall. He felt a swift rush of jumbled emotions at seeing Spike glaring at him with harsh golden eyes. Cold sweat, fear of the monsters, and a twinge of wildly inappropriate, swiftly stifled, forever to be denied lust.

He knew the moment that Spike sensed that last bit there. He couldn’t help but tremble, whether in fear or lust he wasn’t sure, when his eyes shifted from pure demon to his natural human blue ringed with yellow. Spike loosened the grip on his neck and leaned forward, sniffing along the column of his throat.

The delicate licks here and there just made the confusion in his mind clear. He wanted him… now. He wouldn’t allow it though, he just couldn’t. Not after everything he’s been through over the years, he wouldn’t make the first move. He closed his eyes to shut out the image, instinctively turning his head away from the source of his internal pain.

That? Was a mistake. He barely had time to process the rumbling purr just before fangs scraped over his neck. He wasn’t sure now what to think. Spike answered his thought as he whispered a question in his ear, “There something you need to tell me, Pet?”

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Hot and rough and very UST-y. Delicious! Rest assured, my imagination had no trouble filling in any and all blanks. ;o) Thanks!

Would you like to request a quickie? (Drabble, that is. o.O)

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

"It's been five years, Spike. I'm not your 'Pet' any more. As if I ever really was."

The pressure on his neck increased, grinding Xander's cheek into the unforgiving brickwork. He knew without being able to see them that the fingernails digging gouges into the tender skin beneath his hairline were painted black, and were doubtless chipped. Some things never changed.

"I see you got rid of the chip. Have you come back to kill us all, just like you promised?"

Another lick, a long, slow stripe, painted up the side of his face from clavicle to brow, and then the pressure on his neck eased off. Before he had chance to draw breath, Xander was spun round and layered back against the wall, with Spike pressing up against him, hard as iron.

"You know better than that, Pet. I told you I'd be back for you once I got rid of my little... problem. It just took a little longer than expected, is all. So, did ya miss me, lover?"

~~~

Hee! There. I filled in a few blanks and created several more. *evil grin*

[gingerpig.livejournal.com]

The rules are quite simple.
Yes I know, you've explained them already
And I will again until you get it, boy
Oh, you can fuck off if you think you're gonna call me boy
It's traditional...
Yeah and I look traditional to you. do I?
Well, its just that...
I like fucking you, Angel, you like fucking me. So what's the deal?
There are rules that a childe must obey.
Ok, stop...Childe? You decided you wanna fuck me for eternity. Made me into...this and now I must obey? Again with the fucking off.
Lindsey...
Just fuck me Angel.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

::sigh:: Lovely. That Lindsey seems like an ornery sort of fella. *g*

I only got to see the first couple of series of AtS when I lived in the Midlands. Now I'm in Devon, just on the edge of Dartmoor, and I can't receive Channel 5 so I didn't get to see the last 3 series. So, though I can imagine the prettiness that is Angel and Lindsey, I have nothing to really base it on. ::pouts::

Thanks for playing! Can I interest you in an S/X drabble? Toss me an idea and I'll see what comes out. ;o)

[velvetwhip.livejournal.com]

Okay, here's my attempt. I hope you like it.

Title: You Don't Know Me

Author: Gabrielle

Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Joss and a bunch of other people who are not now and have never been me.

The rules are quite simple. No eye contact at meetings and research parties. Nothing that gives the game away. And when they come together, hot and needy, there are no words. Just grunts and moans and wordless pleas. But nothing personal, nothing intimate, nothing to indicate that they know each other at all. It's just two bodies coming together, seeking anonymous pleasure. Until the night when one of them breaks the rule. "Xander," Spike says.


Gabrielle

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwwwwww. Spike is too much of a romantic to be able to leave it at 'anonymous pleasure'. Lovely! Thanks. :o)

[kitty-poker1.livejournal.com]

I really must go to bed!
******

It took him a while, but Xander finally found a way to break the pattern that was his love life.

To start with, Spike was male. That made a change. His previous ... could you call them lovers? Faith, maybe, at a pinch. At least penetration had occurred. Also, attempted murder. Damn Angel for doing something he had to be grateful for. He'd rather have ... well, maybe not have died, when push came to shove. Faith was really good at the pushing and shoving. Also the nearly-killing.

Spike, on the other hand, almost never tried to kill him.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

::claps and squees::

Wonderful! Xander just hasn't had much luck with the 'fairer' sex. And having to be grsateful to Angel for something must really stong. *g*

Bed? can you hold on for 5 minutes? I'm just finishing your drabble...

[ex-kyrieane267.livejournal.com]

#1

I didn't know I loved him... until I saw him like that. Covered in blood and bruises, holding one of the potentials like a broken bird. Smiling down at her to ease the way as she died. He sat for a long time like that, telling her slack face stories, stroking her flesh as it turned ashen and gray.

Xander cradled the girl until Giles pulled her from his arms. Then he cradled Buffy, until she wriggled away, gasping for air. Willow came next, wiping his tears until the pins and needles in her feet became too much. Xander didn’t even protest as I crawled into his lap, just accepting that I had no use for breathe, no real blood to circulate. And I held him back.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Oh! So sweetly sad. ::sniffles:: Thank you!

I just went and saw that you did the mem too, and that somehow I missed seeing it on my flist. o.O

Now I'm going to go do one for you. *g*

[spikess.livejournal.com]

I did two of your first lines, they'll be posted over on my journal in a minute.

[nephir.livejournal.com]

The first ring was a bracelet of bruises; a circlet of purples and greens that lingered for days.

The second one was a chain of bite marks that circled his neck.

But it was the third one he liked the best he would say when asked. The third one that illustrated just how much he loved Angel and what he was willing to go through for him.

Wes's fingers trailed over the Prince Albert that chained him to the bed and waited for his lover to come home.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Now that's hot! Chained to the bed by his P.A.? Hooboy!

Thank you very much. :o)

Can I drabble you something Spandery?

[ficbitca-bear.livejournal.com]

I saw this via Kitty's post in Bloodclaim and wanted to play as well...

#1

Xander had been guilted into ferrying a book and a fractious vampire out to Angel in LA.

Donut boy, delivery boy... When did he ever have a say in how things played out?

On a whim he pulled into the motel’s parking lot. Rented a room, refused to undo the ropes. This one time he was going to dictate the terms.

Spike was strong enough to fight, but he didn’t. Xander knew that he wouldn’t. Sitting in the car later, Spike's head had dropped down onto Xander’s shoulder.

“I’ll miss you, stupid. You know that.”

“Please... it’s just a weekend.”

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Hee! Wasn't quite expecting that ending after the 'refused to undo the ropes' bit, but then, those boys do like to play. *g*

Thanks!

Can I drabble you something Spandery in return? Give me a prompt and I'll see what I can do. ;o)

[ficbitca-bear.livejournal.com]

And here's #2

"Tell me again what happened to your crypt, Spike." Xander’s face is blank. Almost. The corners of his mouth threaten to let the laughter escape.

“Get. Stuffed.” Spike would give anything for a smoke right now. But they’re back in there - lost under a ton of translucent demon intestine, seeping out of the doorway now.

Smoking... Spike glances up at the sky and pokes Xander sharply. He needs to be undercover, and soon.

“Gonna crash at your place today, alright? ‘Less you’ve got another marvelous plan.” No, Spike isn’t going to let Xander forget just whose fault this is.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

ROFL! And eeeeew! Loved that last line. Xander's in for some evil payback, methinks. *g*

Thanks!

[savoytruffle.livejournal.com]

Too much coffee. Too hyper to write my paper. Just hyper enough for a drabble...

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I didn't know I loved him... until I saw him like that.

Knew I wanted him every time he moved—smooth, confident, predatory, owning the ground beneath his feet and the very air surrounding him, turning it all into a frame for his presence with a capital P.

Knew I liked him the day he discovered he could hurt demons because seeing him hyper and happy made me happy… and wasn’t that a surprise?

But I didn’t know I loved him until the morning after—pale body stripped of duster, heavy-lidded eyes stripped of mockery, sleep-mussed hair stripped of gel…

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Hyper obviously works for you, sweetie!

That last line is perfect. ::drools over well-fucked Spike::

Thanks!

[savoytruffle.livejournal.com]

Another only partially interesting class, another drabble...

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Every time they met, Giles' eyes ent first to Xander's neck. He would stare for a long moment at the twin scars that Xander no longer tried to hide. If it was dark and they were meeting at Giles' apartment, Giles would step aside, deliberately not inviting Xander in, forcing Xander to prove he could still enter on his own.

"He's not going to turn me!" Xander wanted to yell. "I'm still the same Xander. The claim hasn't changed anything."

But he'd told Giles the first part before. And the second part wasn't actually true. The claim had changed everything.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Ooh, lovely! Claiming is one of my kinks. I just love the idea of something that permanent and meaningful.

Thanks!

Drabble-Madness!!!!!

[http://users.livejournal.com/_beetle_/]

Xander stared blankly for a moment and then laughed.

The pizza and beer fell to the floor forgotten. Spike’s leer turned into an arctic glare as Xander snorted and clutched his sides.

What was so chuckle-worthy? Why, the bleached menace posing in Xander’s workboots, hard-hat, tool-belt and nothing else. Sexiness aside: Spike plus manual labor equals laughter-induced death for Xander.

“Fine. Laugh it up, carpentry-boy. See if I ever indulge any of your fantasies again!” Spike stalked into their bedroom.

What wasn’t so chuckle-worthy? The very interested twitch of Xander’s cock at the clumsily scrawled “drill here”, complete with directional arrows - in case Xander somehow missed the single entendre - written just above Spike’s ass.

The bedroom door slammed shut.

Crud.

“Spike? Sweetheart? Light of my life? Sorry..?”

Re: Drabble-Madness!!!!!

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

ROFLMAO! Oh the mental pictures of Spike pretzelling himself to get those arrows and words on his ass just right... Hee! Thanks, sweetie. :o)

Can I offer you an S/X drabble in return?

In the Kitchen With Spike and Xander

[http://users.livejournal.com/_beetle_/]

“I know you want everyone to know that you cooked...”

“Mhmm.”

“But isn’t this going too far?”

“How so, pet?”

“Well, okay - what does the apron say, Spike?”

“It says “bugger the cook”.”

“Exactly.”

“Yeah?”

“...”

“What, Xan?”

“’Bugger the cook’!”

“Oh, don’t mind if you do, luv.”

“Uh..?”

“Well why the bloody hell do you think I bought this stupid thing?”

“Uhm...”

“And of course you take hours to twig to it. Tosser. My subtle brand of ingenuity is utterly wasted on you - Christ! Xan - what -?”

“Mmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Should be pretty obvious -”

“Oh, hell, luv -”

“ - that I’m obeying the apron.”

“I’m suddenly feeling like the apron wasn’t - fuck! - a total waste.”

“For future reference, I’m the only one who gets to see you in the apron.”

“And out of it...”

“Speaking of...”

Re: In the Kitchen With Spike and Xander

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Hee!

My subtle brand of ingenuity is utterly wasted on you

Yeah, cos we all know how subtle Spike is. *g* Funny!

Secrets

[http://users.livejournal.com/_beetle_/]

Clem hates keeping secrets. They make him nervous.

When Spike asks him not to tell the Slayer or any of her friends about taking one of their own as consort, Clem’s first reaction is to cringe and try to get out of promising.

“And anyway, she’s the Slayer, Spike. Who’s to say she won’t sense it?”

“If she senses it, she senses it. But don’t you go giving Special Edna any extra help, mate.”

“Why not tell her now, get it out in the open. Better sooner than later, my gran used to say.”

“Bugger your gran, Clem,” Spike says, almost gently. “We’ve got our reasons, Xan and I do. And you’re not to tell anyone, especially the Slayer. Got it?” Spike’s eyes are intense and cold; they’re the eyes of William the Bloody. Clem shivers.

“Alright. But if she beats it out of me -”

“All’s forgiven, but I doubt it’ll come to that.” Spike takes one more deep, ponderous drag on his cigarette before pitching it into the gloom of the cemetery. “Willie’s back room, wednesday night?”

“Mordechai’s bringing all his tabbies.”

“Correction: he’s bringing all my tabbies. I’ll see ya later, Clem.”

“Bye, Spike.”

Clem still hates keeping secrets.

Re: Secrets

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Poor Clem. He's doomed to forever keep secrets about those boys. *g*

And Special Edna? Hee!!!

In Front of Company

[http://users.livejournal.com/_beetle_/]

“...I get home from work and she’s all packed and ready to go. Off to her momma’s to wallow.” Roy sighed.

“Aw, jeez, I’m sorry, man.” Xander patted his friend’s shoulder.

“Like my daddy always said: women ain’t nothin’ but trouble with a capital T.”

“A little secret: men are no prizes, either,” Xander muttered, remembering Spike’s pointed silences throughout the evening.

“Oi, tosser! I heard that!” Came from the kitchen, followed by Spike with a beer in one hand and a bottle of Jack in the other. He handed Roy the beer with a tiny bit of a smile, not noticing when Roy thanked him. All Xander got was narrow look that neither human could interpret. Then Spike strode into the bedroom, shutting the door. Almost immediately, the Sex Pistol began blaring at top volume.

The two men exchanged a look of complete commiseration, then Xander shrugged.

“That time of the month?” Roy mouthed with a grin.

Xander returned the grin ruefully. “Something like that.”

Re: In Front of Company

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Aw, Xander has a man-friend who knows he's with Spike! Love it! And 'time of the month?' is priceless!

Thanks for these, sweetie. They've given me a giggle. :o)