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?)
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?
"Do not yell at me Warren. I've had a bad week. Hell I've had a bad century!" Oz was stood at the phone booth near the center of town. Around him people bustled, streamers, flowers, lanterns, decorations and piñata hung everywhere.
"Telling me you lost Harris is going to get you the most broken bones." Warren threatened. "Listen meat head." Oz protested. "Is it my fault he's trekking through the jungle? I have a car, I am not fucking Tarzan. I have been through every one mule shit hole for a two hundred mile radius. I've driven all night and most of today." He turned round and his mouth fell open. "Christ on a fucking pogo stick!"
"Oz! What's the matter?" Warren said in alarm. "You are the luckiest bastard on the face of the Earth. The retard is here."
"Harris is there?" Warren yelled. " He's with some blond Indiana Jones type in tow. They're getting out of a fancy four by four truck." Oz told him. Warren shrugged. "So he likes guys."
"So do you Warren." Oz reminded him. "Christ! They're heading this way." Oz slammed down the phone and hurried out of sight.
Xander waved Finn goodbye and looked around. "He was nice." Spike scowled. "What do you think is going on here?"
Spike shrugged. "Looks like they're about to throw a Fiesta."
Xander looked at him sadly and reluctantly fished in his bag, pulling out his Traveler's Checks. He handed them to Spike. "I guess you've earned these." Spike nodded. "Look Pet there's the telephone and the bus station is just down the street." He pointed. "Why don't you do what you have to and I'll book a room at the hotel. I fancy sleeping in a real bed tonight. I'll meet you outside the hotel."
Xander's stomach tied in knots and this time it wasn't to do with eating Llama, he nodded. At least Spike didn't seem as though he was just going to walk away. Xander fished the number out of his bag and made towards the phone booth.
Spike strolled into the 1950's style hotel. A bored looking, young clerk raised his head and flashed him a broad smile. His name tag said 'Andrew'. "Hola Andrew. I' d tiene gusto de reservar.."
"I speak English." The young man leaned across the counter. "Good. I'd like to book a room with a bath for tonight please." Andrew smiled broadly. "That might be tough. We're about full, what with the Fiesta. But I'll check." He scanned the keys and register. "We have one room. A double, second floor right at the back of the hotel. No view to speak of. No bath but it has a shower."
"I'll take it." Spike grinned, Andrew grinned back and handed over the key. Spike signed the register. "I don't suppose the hotel has a Xerox machine I could use?"
"Sure we do." Andrew looked at the register. "Mr. Stone."
"Does it take A3?" Spike asked. Andrew nodded. "Yep. I'd be glad to help you use it."
"I might just take you up on that." Spike winked. Andrew grinned.
Spike had a plan.
Spike walked outside and scanned the street for Xander. He saw him come out of the Bus Station and hurry towards him. "I spoke to Lindsey, he's alright. They're holding a room for me at the hotel in Caragena. I have to phone again when I check in and they'll tell me where to take the map. There's a bus tomorrow at noon. It's only about a three hour journey." Spike nodded. "That's great Pet. Look I got the last hotel room. Since you have to wait until tomorrow you're welcome to share it. There's a Fiesta tonight. What say you go to the room and take a shower. I'll buy us some decent clothes, we'll have a meal and go to the Fiesta. Might as well enjoy our last night." Spike produced the room key and held it out.
The botom fell out of Xander's world, any hope he'd had of Spike going to Cartagena with him disappeared. He forced a weak smile and took the offered key.
Spike watched him go inside the hotel. He was torn he really was, if there was any other way, he'd take it. If Xander agreed to look for The Heart with him, he'd welcome it, but he was certain whatever it was , The Heart was worth a lot of money given the people after Xander. It was just too good an opportunity to give up. With luck it was worth enough to set him up for life and who knew? Perhaps he'd seek out Xander afterwards, if the brunette didn't shoot him on sight.
As it was, everything was working out nicely. He crossed the street and made purchases at the Drug Store, then went and found a clothes shop. He bought shirts, jeans and sandals for them both and made his way back to the hotel.
Thankfully Xander hadn't locked the room door, Spike listened and when he was sure Xander was showering, slipped inside. Stealthily he crossed to the bed and put some of his purchases from the Drug Store under the pillow. He put Xander's clothes on the bed for him to find, then he looked around for the damned bag. If Xander had taken it into the bathroom it could be awkward.
There it was, tucked in beside the bed. Carefully Spike slipped out the map and straightened. The shower cut off, damn. Quickly he lifted the edge of the mattress and slipped the map underneath. Xander would have no reason to look for it and in any case Spike intended to keep him distracted. He would have it Xeroxed and back in Xander's bag without the brunette ever knowing it had been gone.
It was a wonderfully simple plan and Spike convinced himself that it hurt no-one but the kidnappers and O'Connor. He would put Xander on the bus, hire a jeep and find The Heart. Xander would go to Cartagena and hand over the map, the kidnappers would hand over Lindsey. By the time the kidnappers or O'Connor realized The Heart was gone, Xander would be back home and he would be long gone with The Heart, simple.
He slipped from the room and wandered back to the lobby of the hotel. He amused himself looking at tourist maps whilst Andrew kept grinning and nodding at him. He waited.
Xander came out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. He saw the clothes on the bed and smiled. The shirt was white linen with intricate, colorful embroidery down the front and a pair of classic, black jeans and black, leather sandals worked with small, colorful beads. He dropped the towel and tried them on. The clothes fit, although somewhat more snugly than he was used to. He adjusted the sandals until they fit too.
Spike tapped on the door. Xander flung it open, smiling brightly. "They're wonderful, a bit snug but thank you."
Spike stood as if just arriving with his new clothes. His eyes caressed Xander, he looked amazing. Spike's eyes traveled up and down his body, drinking in the view. The clothes clung in all the right places, his hair was still wet and curled from the shower, he'd used the complimentary, disposable razor and his stubble was gone. He was clean and relaxed, his brown eyes shone and his smile lit up his face.
Spike thought he was the most beautiful thing he'd seen in like.....ever, his cock started to fill and swell. Somewhat surprised by the effect just the sight of the brunette had on him, Spike held his new clothes to cover his by now, obvious arousal. "Ill clean up and be right with you." He said rather huskily, hurrying into the bathroom.
Xander sat on the bed and toweled his hair.
Inside the bathroom Spike leant on the sink and clenched his teeth willing his throbbing erection to go away, it wasn't listening. He needed to wank but he knew he couldn't possibly be quiet enough and that Xander would hear him. There was only one course of action, he steeled himself, turned on the shower and stepped under the cold water.