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 follows the general plot of the film with a few important deviations!
Note 2: My heartfelt thanks go out to my dear friend Bmblbee, for holding my hand through the writing and posting process. *Hugs*
Note 3: This is a plot driven story. What sex there is happens in the natural course of the plot and as part of Spike and Xander's ongoing relationship.
Summary: Alexander Harris is a highly successful author of romantic novels under the pen name Xander Harris. When he met William 'Spike' Stone a roughish soldier of fortune, his life changed forever. He left the safety and familiarity of Sunndydale to join Spike sailing the World. Writers block and the offer of a commission to write the Biography of Omar Khalifa, soon to be proclaimed Emperor lures him from the arms of Spike and he travels to the banks of the Nile. When things start to go wrong he has to rely on Spike to save him. But will he?
This is a sequel to Romancing The Stone, but can be read on it's own.
Chapter 1/23 + Epilogue (This is not a WIP. One Chapter will be posted daily, until complete.)
Chapter 1/23 + Epilogue
The pirates were closing on Samuel fast, a murderous gleam in their eyes.
Was this the end? Had Tobias really deserted him and left him to his fate?
He grasped the cutlass tightly and prepared to die fighting as an honorable man should.
Something drew his attention upward and Samuel gasped. There in the rigging, cutlass in hand was his beloved.
Tobias grabbed the rope and swooped down across the deck. His arm snaked around Samuel's waist and he carried him aloft
'The Heart' bobbed gently at anchor off the sunny, French Riviera.
Xander bit his bottom lip. "Just what the fuck did they do next?" He muttered.
Xander twisted round. Spike was tearing through the water waving madly as he skied behind the speedboat, Xander gave him a dismissive wave and stared at the computer screen. Spike signaled the speedboat to make a pass closer to the yacht. As he passed close to the side he whooped and angled the skis to send a spray of water over the side. Xander jumped up as the cold water soaked him, he spun round and leaned over the rail. "Spike you asshole, that wasn't funny!" He yelled.
Spike was already disappearing into the distance, laughing.
Xander turned round just in time to see his laptop expire in a puff of smoke, he grabbed the machine and holding it upside down shook it and water dripped out. "No! Don't do this to me," he pleaded "fuck no!" The display winked out.
The laptop was deceased.
Xander looked at the blank screen for a moment. "Fuck it!" Xander threw it over the side. The laptop floated down through the water narrowly missing the diver that swam to the bottom of the yacht, he carefully attached a small, black box to the hull and swam away.
Spike watched Xander throw his laptop over the side, he frowned and signaled the boat to slow, he left go of the tow rope and kicked off the skis. He swam to the yacht and climbed onboard.
Xander was sat looking dejected, he frowned. "Pet, why did you throw your computer over the side?" He said, reaching for a towel.
"You killed it." Xander accused.
"Uh?" Spike raised an eyebrow, toweling his hair.
"Saltwater, it died, so I buried it at sea along with my career," he sighed.
Spike draped the towel around his neck and rummaged through the cooler for a can of Bud. "Huh? He grunted. "Did you have time to pick up more beer?"
"I'm sorry Spike I haven't had time to scour the Riviera for your beer."
Spike sat down with his last can of Bud. "Bad day Pet?"
"You have no idea."
"Never mind things will look better in Greece."
"Greece?" Xander frowned "I thought you said we could go back to the States for a while?"
"And we will Pet, after Greece," he grinned.
"Spike I don't know, we've been on this boat nearly ten months. I want to sleep in a bed that doesn't rock and wake up without having to try and remember where I am. There are only so many secluded beaches, clear oceans and romantic sunsets I can take. I'm romanced out."
Spike's eyes narrowed and his stomach tightened. "You sound like someone who got what they wanted and now doesn't want what they got. Don't you want to go round the World with me?"
"Yes, yes of course I do, but we don't have to do it all at once. I, I can't write, I don't know what the pirates do next or Samuel and Tobias," he sighed in frustration.
"Harris? Xander Harris?"
Both men had failed to hear the launch draw along side The Heart. The man was tall, dressed entirely in a smart, black uniform and black turban, he spoke with a strong Arabic accent.
"I'm Xander Harris." Xander moved to sit beside Spike.
"My master extends his warmest regards. He is a great fan of your work. These are with his compliments."
He handed Xander a large bouquet.
Xander smiled. "Oh thank you. Please thank your master."
The man inclined his head and the launch sped away.
Spike watched with narrowed eyes as Xander opened the envelope.
'I look forward to our meeting.'
Spike scowled. "Something you want to tell me pet?"
Xander gave him a puzzled look. "What? No, it must be from someone whose going to the Literary Reception this evening."
"That's next week." Spike took a swig of beer.
"Spike it IS next week, it's tonight." Xander stood up. "I'll put these in water." He made his way below deck.
Spike raised his eyebrow and sighed. "Ooops."
The day gave way to a cool, pleasant, late afternoon, the bright lights of the Riviera already danced on the water. Spike maneuvered the launch to the quay and tied off, he held Xander's hand and they climbed up the stone the steps.
Xander looked for the car.
Spike made for his Harley.
"Spike, you said you'd hire a car." Xander protested. "And I would have Pet if they hadn't changed the date to this week instead of next. He swung his leg over the gleaming, powerful machine and slapped the pillion seat. "Shift yer arse Pet." Xander looked down at his dinner suit and sighed. He swung his leg over and grasped Spike tightly round the waist. "They didn't....Oh, never mind."
"If you don't yap all night, there'll be time to play some roulette in the casino before we head back." Spike grinned, Xander huffed. "Sounds great," he muttered.
The bike roared away.
On the quay side the old, wooden box containing fishermen's nets raised it's lid and two eyes appeared. "Got you now, fucker." The lid slowly closed.