Characters/Pairings: Pre-slash Spike/Xander, Willow, Buffy
Prompt/Challenge: 137 Bleach
Rating: PG at most
Warning: None other than hair care
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the BtVS characters. I just like playing with them. I promise to put them back when I'm done.
A/N: Yeah, don't ask 'cuz I don't know. d



The first box appeared on the edge of the sink, the image of the woman on the front staring at him seductively. He wanted to be angry, to get pissed and make a fuss, but he couldn't help but be slightly pleased that someone thought of him. With a half smile, he closed the bathroom door and got to work.


Xander paused as he entered the apartment, the harsh chemical smell hitting him like a wall of bricks. Wrinkling his nose, he quietly shut the door behind himself and listened for his roommate. Muffled cursing and banging could be heard from the bathroom and Xander couldn't help but grin. He picked up the box on a whim after seeing dark roots springing up from Spike's scalp.

Making his way to the kitchen, he made himself a quick dinner, remembering there was a meeting. He heard the bathroom door open, but refused to turn, waiting for Spike to say something, anything first.

"Thanks," Spike said quietly.

Finally Xander turned to look at him, smiling at the once again platinum locks. "Looks better that way."

"Does this mean I can make fun of the Slayer's need for bleach?" smirked Spike.

"If you want, just keep me out of it," Xander laughed. "Are you coming tonight?"

"Should, if only to keep them quiet."

"We'll head out as soon as the sun's down then," Xander said, turning back to his meal.


"That went well," Xander giggled as he let them into the apartment.

"I thought so," Spike grinned, bouncing a little. "Didn't get staked."

"I'm surprised since you kept calling Buffy Miss Clairol, all night," Xander snickered, falling onto the couch.

"At least I'm willing to admit I bleach," Spike snorted, sitting beside the laughing human. "Does she really think she's fooling anyone?"

"I think she's fooling herself," Xander said, sitting up. "You look good though."

"Thanks, pet," Spike smiled, glancing over at him. "Ever think about bleaching yours?"

"Nope," Xander said, shaking his head. "I wouldn't look good as a blond."

"We can find out," Spike offered. "There's still some bleach left."

Grinning, Xander shook his head again. "Thanks but no thanks. I'll stay a brunette."

Spike turned and studied him critically for a moment. "You might be right," he said thoughtfully. "But we could do some stripes or something."

"You don't think that would look silly on me?"

"No, I think it would go well with your curls," Spike said, nodding. "Come on."

"Wait, I didn't agree to this," Xander protested as the vampire pulled him to his feet and dragged him to the bathroom.

"Trust me."


"Hold still," Spike chided, running his fingers through Xander's hair.

"How bad does it look?" the young man whined, trying to turn and see his reflection.

"Hold still and you'll get to see in a moment," Spike said, holding him still. He squirted some gel into his hands and ran them through Xander's hair, tugging and twisting before standing back. "Perfect. You can look now."

Wondering just how strange he looked, Xander turned with his eyes closed. Cracking on eye slightly, he took in his appearance. The streaks through his hair weren't wide and gaudy. Instead they were thin and random, swirling in and out of his curls. Opening both eyes, he studied himself carefully and finally nodded, smiling a little.

"See, doesn't look bad," Spike said, stepping up close behind him. The vampire reached up and fiddled with a few strands and Xander watched in bemused silence as his hair seemed to move by itself in the mirror. "Actually, it looks really good on you."

Xander turned and met bright blue eyes. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, pet."


"Wow, Xander, nice hair," Willow said, bouncing up to play with it. "Who did it?"


"You let the bleached menace dye your hair?" Buffy gasped.

"I figured he's got a lot of experience," Xander grinned.

Buffy stared at him then shook her head. "Hell, maybe next time I should get him to do mine."

The End

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