Title: Gross

Author: Forsaken2003

Pairing: Spike/Xander

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I own none.

Comments: Always welcomed!

Summary: Out of everything Xander has seen this is the one thing that grosses him out.

Warnings/Spoilers: Post NFA

Beta'd by: Unbeta'd

Prompt #536 from tamingthemuse- phlegm

Note: From now on most of my tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.

Spike was in the kitchen getting some blood and Weetabix for a snack when suddenly he heard Xander start freaking out in the living room. Forgetting about his blood Spike rushed out to the living room to find Xander jumping up and down his hands waving around in the air. "What the hell are you doing?"

"The commercial! Oh my God change it!" Xander yelled in distress.

Confused Spike turned to look at the T.V. A Mucinex commercial was playing. It was the one with the newly wed mucus couple making themselves comfortable in some sod's chest. "This? This has you acting like a child?" When Xander glared at him with his one good eye Spike did as he was told and turned the television off.

Relief flooded Xander and he was about to sit down. "Thank you."

"Care to explain why a stupid commercial make you go ape shit?" Spike asked with a raised eyebrow. "You don't even react to the grossest demons we've dealt with."

"I have a thing with phlegm, okay? It's disgusting!" Xander looked like he was going to be sick just thinking about it. "It's the worst thing about being sick. I'd gladly take vomiting my guts out for two weeks straight if I didn't have to deal with that."

Spike wrinkled his nose up in disgust. He'd rather not have to deal with Xander vomiting for two weeks straight. He didn't like the clean up. He pecked Xander on the nose. "You, luv are crazy." Spike went back to the kitchen and found his blood cooling and the Weetabix mushy. Great. After pouring it down the sink and rinsing out the cup he went back to Xander who was now watching cartoons acting like he hadn't just gone off the deep end over a commercial. "What are we watching?"

"Woody Wood Pecker," Xander said rolling his eyes when Spike snickered at Pecker. "You're so immature."

"Says the guy who almost pissed himself over a walking talking mucus ball," Spike shot back.

Xander glowered. "My grandparents would visit and stay with us and they'd constantly hack and hork into tissue. They'd then discuss what it looked like. It was enough to make me gag." Just talking about it made him feel a little ill.

Spike remembered when his mother would do the same when she was ill. It wasn't the most pleasant sound he'd heard but he was so devoted to taking care of her it didn't bother him as much as it clearly bothered Xander... a lot. "You know they will play it again. You'll have to either accept that or control yourself enough to change the channel yourself when I'm not around," he paused. "And if I come home to a broken telly because you threw the channel changer at it I'll tan your hide."

"Fine," Xander grumbled even though both he and Spike knew he enjoyed getting spanked. He wouldn't actually break the T.V though since he just bought it! His beautiful forty inch plasma T.V. "How about you distract me from the evil visions in my head and spank me anyway?"

Not one needing to be asked twice on this sort of thing Spike scooped Xander up and tossed him over his shoulder. A spanking was not the only thing in Xander's future!

The End