naughty_fae (naughty_fae) wrote in bloodclaim,

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 5/20

Rating:NC17 overall

Xander stood cautiously beside the bus. In the last five minutes the blond had stomped around cursing, beat his jeep with his fist, kicked at the remains of the cages and lastly shot his jeep. Twice.

He was clearly unhinged but at the moment he was all Xander had.

He hadn't even looked at Xander. Now he was occupied taking things out of the jeep and stuffing them into a backpack. He paused over a picture, muttered something, folded it carefully and slipped it into the backpack. He fastened and hefted the backpack onto his muscular shoulders.

"Excuse me." Xander stepped forward. "Could you tell me how to get to a telephone?"

The blond looked him up and down. "Sorry pet." He picked up his rifle.

"It's very important I get to one, or a town." He persisted.

"Well I guess we've all got our problems today."

" I have to get to Cartagena." Xander insisted.

The blond raised an eyebrow. "Cartagena? Pet, you're Hell and gone from Cartagena. Cartagena is over on the coast."

Xander's face fell. "But he said this bus.."

"Let me guess," The blond interrupted. " 'he' is the nice man who pulled a gun on you?"

Xander nodded dumbly.

"What else did he tell you, hmmm?"

Xander huffed and the blond turned away.

"Please I need your help." Xander stated flatly.

The man flung up his arms. "Look pet. Half a year's work just flew South for the Winter. My jeep's totaled," There was an ominous roll of thunder. "and in about five minutes everything I own is going to be wet through. So will you lighten up? I'm really not in the mood." He turned and picked up a machete.

"I'll pay you." Xander added quickly.

The blond turned, fastening the machete to his thigh and smiling broadly. "How much?"

They haggled.

In the end Xander offered twelve hundred dollars in American Express Traveler's Checks and the blond agreed to take him to the nearest telephone.

The blond grinned. "You've got a deal. Follow me."

There was another roll of thunder. Xander grasped the handle of his suitcase and followed the retreating figure.

An hour later Xander was wet to the skin. The rain had soaked through his parker and through his shirt. His slacks clung to his legs and his hair hung dripping over his eyes. His feet squelched in his shoes, he was tired and his arm ached from dragging the reluctant piece of luggage.

Ahead the blond strode on, seemingly oblivious to Xander's plight.

Xander grunted as he fought with the suitcase to extract the wheels out of another mud-filled pothole.

The blond turned and watched. The brunette was quite a looker. An inch or two taller and maybe a stone heavier than him. Broad shouldered and slender. Black hair that hung below his ears and was softly waved. Large, brown eyes and long, dark lashes, a full, sensual mouth. Long legs and a nicely shaped arse.

He almost licked his lips.

Of course he needed to muscle up, whatever he did he bet he didn't get much exercise. Three or four months of physical work and he would be stunning, but he needed to lose the damn luggage. "Got any valuables in that case, Pet?"

Xander struggled towards him. "No, wait yes, my clothes and stuff."

He looked at the brunette's feet. "Got any boots in there?"

Xander straightened up. "No." He shook his head. He smiled as the blond reached for the case and then his mouth fell open as the case was lifted above his head and tossed down a steep incline to disappear into the undergrowth. Xander raced to the edge. "What! Are you mad?"

"Come away from there!" The blond reached to grab Xander.

The ground gave way under Xander's feet and he shrieked as he plunged out of sight

Xander plummeted down the slope crashing through the vegetation on a mud and water slide. He grabbed wildly at the undergrowth in a vain attempt to stop his descent. Suddenly the ground disappeared from beneath him and for a moment he seemed suspended in mid air before he dropped like a stone into a soft, muddy pool.

There he sat, legs spread, trying to wipe the mud from his eyes. He cleared them just in time to see the blond hurtling towards him. He snapped his eyes closed and prayed.

There was a splash followed by a grunt and squelch. The blond landed face down between Xander's outstretched legs, his face buried in his crotch.

Xander opened his eyes and stared. The black clad back began to shake.

Alarmed he was drowning or having a fit Xander yanked his head up by the hair. The blond was almost helpless with laughter. Tears rolled in muddy streaks down his cheeks. At the sight of Xander's stunned face he gave up all attempts at control and let out a great peal of laughter.

Xander released his grip and the head fell forward into his crotch. To his horror the blond, either intentionally or by accident mouthed at his cock. Consumed by the indignity of the situation he slapped at the blond's back.

"Get up!" He snapped. "Kindly remove your mouth from my cock! I don't even know your name!"

The blond struggled upright, still laughing. "Pet," He gasped. "People have asked me to do some things in my time, but remove my mouth from their cock is a first." He started to chuckle again.

Xander's mouth twitched, it creased into a smile, he began to giggle.

Soon both men were laughing helplessly.

It was the blond who sobered first. With a wicked grin on his face he struggled to his feet.

"Whoooo!" That was some ride!" He looked at Xander Concern flickered across his face. "Are you okay, nothing damaged?"

"Only my dignity and these clothes." He looked up. A hand was stretched toward him. For a second Xander considered ignoring it and getting up himself, but only for a second. He grasped the hand and found himself yanked to his feet. He stumbled and fell against the blond. The body was strong and compact, surprisingly muscular. He stared into the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. Strong hands grasped his waist to steady him.

Xander ducked his head. "Sorry." He mumbled and stepped back.

"No worries pet." Hands slipped from his waist. " Guess I'd better know your name?"

Xander tried to scrape some mud off his clothes. " Alex..Xander, Xander Harris."

"William S Stone. Pleased to meet you." He grabbed Xander's hand and shook it. "Call me Billy, Bill or Willie and I will shoot you."

Xander started to smile until he saw the serious look on his face. He swallowed. "What's the S for?"

He replied promptly. "Spike."

"Your parents called you Spike?" Xander asked incredulously.

"Nah, earned that name all by myself. A kind of nick-name."


Spike considered Xander for a moment and then shook his head. "You don't want to know."

"Can I call you Spike?"

Spike nodded. "Sure. Now let's get out of this mud hole."

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