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Romancing The Stone

Title: Romancing The Stone (Apologies to Michael Douglas and Kathleen Turner)
Warnings: HAU, M/M sex, violence, swearing, possible humor, blatant use of movie misquotes, OOC, varying chapter lengths. UNBETA'D
Rating:Overall NC17 Individual Chapters PG to NC17
Pairing: 100% S/X (Is there any other?)
Author: Naughty_Fae
Comments: Comment if you want to, though it would be nice to know someone is reading it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to someone who is not me. I write for fun not profit.

Note 1: This was written for the Film challenge on Ultimate_Xander

Note2: This follows the general plot of the film with a few important deviations!

Note 3: My heartfelt thanks go out to my dear friend Bmblbee, for kicking me up the ass into writing this and holding my hand through the writing and posting process. Without her it would never have been written. *Hugs*

Summary: Alexander Harris is a highly successful author of romantic novels under the pen name Xander Harris. His stories have a twist, his hero is a 500 year old, ensouled vampire called Angel and the love interest is always male. Shy and retiring he lives a quiet, orderly life in the town of Sunnydale where he was born and raised. In contrast his younger step brother Lindsey McDonald lives an exciting life traveling the world and lurching from crisis to crisis. When Lindsey lands in a spot of bother Xander's money can't solve, it's up to Xander to launch a rescue mission. Along the way he meets the handsome, roguish, soldier of fortune William Stone. Question is, is it the best or worst thing to ever happen to him?



Chapter 1/20

Rating:NC17 overall

Anya strutted towards the study, head and tail held high. She'd allowed Xander to care for her since she was a small kitten. She knew the signs, the routine. He was almost finished, there would be a celebration of sorts and she intended being in on it.

"He's dead." Angel growled. "The man who raped and killed your brother, stole your fortune and shot your dog, is dead."

Thomas flung himself into his dark savior's arms not heeding the piercing, yellow eyes or sharp, white fangs of this lover.

"Angel, Angel my beloved, are you hurt?"

"Well it smarts a bit, six bullet holes." He pulled Thomas against his muscled chest. "But it's nothing my love, I'm immortal, I'll heal." His fangs retracted and his eyes melted back into brown. He lifted Thomas' face and pressed his cold lips to warm ones. Passion grew and Thomas began to squirm and push against him. Suddenly the human was beating frantically against Angel's arm. Puzzled the vampire broke contact. Thomas sagged against him gasping for breath.

"I. Couldn't. Breathe." He gasped clutching his chest.

Angel grunted. Damn he'd have to remember that.

Angel gently stroked Thomas face. "It will soon be dawn my love and we must say goodbye."

"Goodbye? But you can come with me now. I have my fortune. We can buy a gothic mansion, near a graveyard if you like."

Angel turned away so that Thomas would not see his pain, not see the single tear that fell. "It cannot be my love. I am five hundred years old."

"Well, yes, but I'm sure we'll cope with the age difference." Thomas said confidently.

"I'm a monster, I drink blood." Angel continued. "I have been responsible for the deaths and misery of hundreds. I must atone."

"You can do voluntary work. Help the helpless and all that. "

Angel wrinkled his nose in disgust."No my love. You belong in light, I belong in shadow. I'm immortal and you have but a short time to live."

Thomas's brow furrowed."Not too short I hope and you can do that thing, give me a bit of your blood so that I age more slowly. I would say you could make me like you but I'm not sure I'm cut out for it."

Angel pulled away a little. "Never again will I create a being like me. And that blood thing? Rubbish. Make you sick as a dog." He nodded. "Take my word for it, I know a thing or two. Nope, you'll die, always happens"

Thomas stepped back hands on hips. "There you go again with the death thing, do you know something I don't?"

"What? No. But you cannot want to condemn me to watch you wither and die?"

"Oh there's withering now." Thomas looked dangerously as though he was about to stamp his foot.

Quickly Angel grasped his hands in his. "I love you with all my un-beating heart. I could not bear to live with you in bliss and then have you torn from me leaving me alone and bereft. It is better my love that we part now and you live your life in sunlight and I live mine by moonlight. Live for us both." He squeezed Thomas's hands, Thomas winced.

"Well, see I don't think that makes sen..."


Angel silenced him with a deep kiss. Then with a swirl of black coat he turned and leapt back through the broken window. There was a ripping sound as the coat caught on the glass. The thud as Angel landed on the earth below was quickly followed by a heartfelt "Bollocks!"

Sadly Thomas watched as his dark prince slid into the night.


The End

Xander sniffed, he was always emotional when he finished a book. He invested so much time in the characters that their pain became his, their lives intertwined with his own.

He leaned back in his chair and stretched.

He hit the print button. The printer hummed into life followed by a steady swish as the paper was pulled through. It would take maybe ten or twenty minutes for the whole thing to appear in black and white.

Anya rubbed, purring softly, against his leg. Smiling he looked down into her sapphire eyes. "Hey Anya." He reached down and lifted the cat, cradling her to his chest. "How you doin'?"

She rubbed her head against his cheek.

"It's finished. Ahead of time too." He added proudly. " Giles will be pleased, I'll take it with me to our meeting tomorrow." He stood. "Tonight we celebrate. I'm sure there's some salmon in the fridge."

Anya purred her approval. "Time for a celebratory drink I think."
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