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Domestic Piranhas Ficlet: A Dirty Story

Title: A Dirty Story
By: Me
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rated: Adultish for mentioning of appendages and appendage-shaped vegetables
Set: Anywhen after the wedding
Disclaimer: I am so not their mommy. Joss is their mommy.


Once upon a time, there was a vampire with mud in his hair. Now, this vampire was a very unhappy vampire, because even though he hated to be compared to his sire in any way, shape, or form, unless it was favorably when the subjects of penis-size or spanking ability arose, one thing he hated even more, just like his sire, was for his hair to look stupid.

The vampire didn't mind having sticky, or mucky, or gucky, or green or even white stuff in his hair, and he didn't even really have anything against mud, but he did mind when it made his hair look stupid, and this mud, which made his hair stick out in about seventeen directions including straight up just like someone we won't mention in comparative terms, and kept dripping down his face right in front of his ears and making him look like he had sideburns, which was not an attractive hairstyle on him, was the stupidmaking kind.

"Help me!" cried the vampire, even though he hated to ask for help unless it was help me get the lid off this lube or help me get these panties into Angel's desk drawer or help me not to laugh before Wesley finds them there... so actually really he didn't have a lot of problem asking for help, come to think of it. But he did hate asking for help to make him not look stupid, because that was like admitting there was a chance he could possibly look stupid, which was uncool and unsuave and undebonair and quite possibly made him look stupid.

So he hated that. But he cried, "Help me!" anyway, and then he added, "Xander." That was his husband, who was smart and funny and made good waffles and would only laugh at the vampire a little bit when he saw the mud and the hair and the stupid. Well, no, he would laugh a lot, but he would be the vampire's husband so unlike anybody else who might laugh at his stupid mud-hair, it would be okay, because the vampire had seen his husband with a cucumber wedged in an indelicate place and had only snickered a little and hadn't even videotaped it much.

"What's wrong?" called the vampire's husband, from another room, and not sounding like he was coming any closer. Perhaps the vampire hadn't put enough forlorn distress into his cry; his husband was human and didn't have a vampire's spiffy-keen hearing, so the nuances between 'Get in here now, it's a matter of life, death, and dignity' and 'What the hell did you do to the TiVo? Baywatch is starting and IT'S NOT RECORDING' were often lost on him. The vampire shouted again, louder, and with more inflection and also more words.

"Help me! There's mud! It's. In. My. Hair. It's making me look like Him."

Vampires have really good hearing, which may have been mentioned, but it's worth mentioning again just to emphasize that the vampire was not imagining the sound of titters and a newspaper in the next room rustling and his husband not remotely coming to rescue him. Nor was he imagining the sound of a delicate feminine snort -- which is to say if questioned on pain of staking or looking stupid, he would swear that it was delicate and feminine and not at all warthog-like, at least if his husband wasn't in the room to hide behind -- from much nearer, so near that he didn't really need super spiffy-keen vampire hearing to hear it, or super spiffy-keen vampire eyeballs to see the rolling of delicate feminine and really not at all warthoggy ones right in front of him.

"For God's sake, Spike, it's just a conditioning pack; it's coming off in five minutes. Don't be such a baby or I'll never treat you to another spa day again. And you know how much you love Jeremy's pedicures..."

The vampire didn't stick his tongue out at the not warthoggy eyerolly female Cordelia person, or even the still snickery waffle-making next-roomy already getting his pedicure husband person, but only because he was afraid the mud might drip on it. He hated the taste of mud. And cucumbers.

The End


P.S. You and you, yes I am also doing the other thing I am really I am.

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2005-06-29 11:10 pm (UTC) (Link)


I loved it! What a wonderful surprise to happen upon. A little bit of silly Spike to start my evening off right. Thank you!


2005-07-01 03:26 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you! Glad it made you happy!


2005-06-29 11:11 pm (UTC) (Link)


God, I love your Spiken'Xander. Yes.


2005-07-01 03:26 am (UTC) (Link)


:D Thankyou!


2005-06-29 11:12 pm (UTC) (Link)

Squee! That was wonderfully adorable.


2005-07-01 03:27 am (UTC) (Link)

I take no credit and blame James. As usual. She pouted at me until there was fic. :)

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2005-06-30 03:15 am (UTC) (Link)




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2005-06-30 12:11 am (UTC) (Link)

I don't think I've laughed that hard in weeks.


2005-07-01 03:28 am (UTC) (Link)

Spike would like it to be known that he knows you were laughing at how guilty Xander is going to feel when Spike gets into the next room and pouts at him, and not laughing at Spike himself, so it's ok.


2005-06-30 12:15 am (UTC) (Link)


I mean, I know I just finished reading the whole of them yesterday, but. Hee! Yay!


2005-07-01 03:30 am (UTC) (Link)

Hee! Have you seen the more that are hiding on James' drabble LJ? zortdrabbles - both of the Spike/Xander ones are DP.

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2005-07-01 03:30 am (UTC) (Link)

With towels. And lemonade. And gossip.

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2005-07-01 03:31 am (UTC) (Link)

Snerk - I love your icon. Spike needs a nice cookie shoved in his mouth.


2005-06-30 01:17 am (UTC) (Link)


Be glad you didn't actually have to hear that :)


2005-07-01 03:31 am (UTC) (Link)

I am positive that it was very delicate and feminine and not at all warthoglike at all at all.


2005-06-30 03:12 am (UTC) (Link)

poor abused (innocent) Spike! I mean, he'd only snickered a little and hadn't even videotaped it much., which shows great great restraint, imo.


2005-07-01 03:32 am (UTC) (Link)

Exactly! Especially for him. He didn't even convert it to digital!


2005-06-30 04:11 am (UTC) (Link)

So that's what it looks like in Spike's brain.

It explains, just, oh *so* much! *hee*


2005-07-01 03:34 am (UTC) (Link)

I think that's just Spike's surface thoughts. Deep in his actual brain, there's more ice cream and rabid squirrels.


2005-06-30 05:27 am (UTC) (Link)

Oh, this is just lovely! I absolutely adore this verse - I can't even look at a rubber ducky and keep a straight face. Thanks for posting this!


2005-07-01 03:35 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you - glad it's still as fun for people to read as it is for us to write!


2005-06-30 06:42 am (UTC) (Link)

*snickering* It's stuff like this that makes life bearable on rainy work mornings - thank you!


2005-07-01 03:36 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you! (Though I'd be happy for a few more rainy work mornings, if it would cool down some of this OMGMelting heat around here.)


2005-06-30 07:22 am (UTC) (Link)

Oh I love you so-o-o-o-o-o-o *much*!

And I <3 DP fics as much as chocolate. Almost. Very close. Very very close.

You are the rockinist!

(heh, mud!)


2005-07-01 03:36 am (UTC) (Link)

As much as chocolate? Almost? Wheee - that is deeply honoring. :D


2005-07-01 01:54 am (UTC) (Link)


I lurve when you get silly and give us a bit of the DP's.



2005-07-01 03:37 am (UTC) (Link)

*back atcha*

(Psst. I am always silly. This is a little-known sekrit. Shh.)

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