Title: A Very Plaid Birthday
Author: Werewindle
Website: http://www.squidge.org/werewindle
Fandom: Xena
Pairing: Cupid/Strife
Rating: pg-13
Category: humor
Archive: AJCS, otherwise No
Disclaimer: If they were mine it wouldn't be called *fan*fiction would it?
Summary: Strife throws Cupid’s birthday party. windles_orbit prompt #12 Kilt-Lifter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“How in world did I let you talk me into a themed party, Strife? I mean what
is this criss-crossy... clashing colors - what the heck is this stuff?!”
Cupid tugged on a trailing end of a swag.
“It’s plaid.” Cupid rolled his hand in the ’and’ gesture. “You know, as in
tartans.” Cupid huffed and grabbed a fist full of Strife’s leather vest.
“It’s a future thing, just go with it blondie.”
“Fine. But tell me why you felt the need to festoon my entire ceiling in
it?”
Strife pulled the other god’s hand off his clothes. “Oh, come on Cupid.”
Strife smirked and slung an arm around his cousin’s shoulders. ”It’ll be fun
I promise. But first! We must get you dressed. Can‘t have the birthday-boy
running around without the proper costume.”
“Why do I suddenly have the urge to flee?” Strife cackled and drug his
resigned lover to their room.
“Un-huh. No way.” Cupid held up his hands warding off his advancing lover.
“It’s traditional!”
“I’m not wearing knee-high socks! And since when do you stick to tradition?”
Cupid backed around the bed edging his way toward the door.
“Hmmm. You’re right.” Strife tossed the socks over his shoulder. “But you
have to wear the kilt and those Doc Martins the twins got you last year.”
Cupid stopped trying to make a break for it and raised his eyebrow in
question. “The black boot things.”
“Oh. Ok. That’s it though, I’m not wearing any weird hats or anything.”
“Deal.”
The party was in full swing and the main room was crowed with most of
Olympus in attendance. Cupid was trying not to look to closely at any of the
groups. It seemed that everyone showed up in a different variation of plaid
and the riot of colors was nearly nauseating.
“I need a drink.” Cupid declared. It was his birthday and damned if he
wasn’t going to get drunk. With any luck he’d pass out and not remember this
in the morning.
“I am just in time then.” Strife handed him a glass. Still wary after the
clothes issue Cupid took a tentative sip. Strife slid around behind the
winged god and let his hands rest over lean hips.
“Not bad. What is it?” Cupid took a larger sip.
“It’s called ’Kilt-Lifter’.” Strife flicked up the front Cupid’s kilt
causing his lover to choke on his drink.
“Strife!” Cupid elbowed his lover. “I can’t believe you flashed my bits at
Aunt Demeter!” He turned around to face Strife.
“I only flipped the bottom part up. I know you hang low, but not that low.”
Strife grinned at Cupid evading the blonde’s batting hands to wrap his arms
around the shirtless god’s waist.
“Why do I put up with you?” Cupid asked sounding more fond than exasperated.
“Cause I’m good in bed?” Cupid shook his head. “Cause I spiked Zeus’ drink
with enough special brew that he’ll be clucking like a chicken in under an
hour?” Cupid laughed and pulled Strife into a kiss.
When the broke apart Strife took Cupid by the hand and started leading him
toward the buffet. “Come on, there is lots of goodies. I had Hestia make
them - ok, so she might have insisted. She didn’t think haggis would go over
well...”
Cupid wrinkled his nose. Haggis? He didn’t even want to know.
“I tried telling her we could use Hercules as a guinea pig but she wouldn’t
budge. Oh well. I’m sure you’ll like her treats much better anyway.”
Cupid agreed silently. They swung wide around a cat fight that had broken
out between a couple if muses. Attention more focused on Strife’s ass then
where they were going it took Cupid a moment to realize they had made it to
the side room where the food had been set up. Cupid groaned, the walls were
plaid, the table runners were plaid...
Cupid was so going to make Strife pay for this. The bastard had a birthday
of his own coming up. See if he didn’t end up with daisies pasted to the
walls and wearing a frilly pink dress.
~End~