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The Jewel of The Nile

Title: Jewel of The Nile (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 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 5/23 + Epilogue (This is not a WIP. One Chapter will be posted daily, until complete.)

Rating:NC17




Chapter 5/23 + Epilogue

Rating: NC17 Overall

The military helicopters met them at the airport. Xander, Omar and Rashid went in one, the rest of the men in the others. They flew low over the desert so that Xander could photograph the camel and goat herds, the cities of black tents, the men on horses and camels, the oasis and the miles of flat sand and towering dunes. Xander was giddy as a school boy. "This is so great! I wish Spike was here to see this."

"It was his choice not to join us, he was invited." Omar reminded him.
Xander nodded. "He had his heart set on Greece, he can be really stubborn sometimes." Omar grunted. "It is a short journey to my desert stronghold. I have a small palace there. We will land at the military compound and drive to the Palace so that you may witness my people greeting their Prince and expressing their adoration."

"Cool." Xander nodded.

When they landed Xander got out first, his attention was immediately drawn to the array of military equipment, lines of tanks, armored vehicles, fighter aircraft, rocket launchers and heavily armed soldiers. He stopped to take a photos, Omar placed a hand on his arm and lowered it. "Please. Let us not point out the negative. When I am Emperor and the tribes unite behind me in peace, all this will disappear." He gestured around.

Xander shrugged and followed Omar to the waiting Rolls.

The motor cavalcade swept through the city of narrow, dusty streets, mud houses and colorful stalls. Rashid sat beside the driver, Omar and Xander on the back seat. Xander expected Omar to wave to his people, but he barely seemed to acknowledge them. Soldiers kept the crowds of shouting and waving people back. Everywhere there were placards and pictures of Omar. Xander took photos. "They seem very enthusiastic."

"What can I say, they love me. There, there! The child holding up my picture," he pointed. "that will make a good photo for the book."

Suddenly the car was pelted with rotten fruit, Xander instinctively ducked, Omar scowled. There was the sound of gunfire and the crowd began running. "What?" Xander twisted round. "What was that?"

The car gathered speed and headed for the tall wall and guarded double gates of the palace, Omar waved a dismissive hand. "Sometimes they get a little over enthusiastic. My soldiers fired into the air to disperse them."

The gates opened and they swept into a stone courtyard with elaborate fountains. A large and beautiful palace stretched before them. "We are a poor people, don't expect too much. Nevertheless Xander Harris, welcome to my palace."

Xander's jaw dropped.

The jet touched down at the small, desert airport. Oz stumbled down the steps. Spike followed. He took off his jacket, loosened his tie and threw it away, then unfastened his collar.

"Why do all these Third World cesspools have to be so fucking hot?" Oz complained.

"You didn't have to come." Spike snapped.

Oz whirled round. "Listen pal, I'm not letting you out of my sight. We get the jewel and split it fifty, fifty." He hissed.

Spike shrugged. "Suits me." He looked less than enthusiastic.

"What? Missing your boy toy? "

"He's not why I'm here." Spike huffed.

"Good. Keep your mind on the jewel." Oz raised an eyebrow. "Just why are you here?"

"That bastard blew up my boat, I figure he owes me a jewel."

Oz beamed and slapped Spike's back. "That's more like it!"

Spike and Oz began to walk towards the only building they could see.
Tarak came down the steps and began to walk the other way, into the desert. Spike turned and spread his arms. "Hey!" Where are you going.?"

"Who does he think he is, Moses?" Oz mumbled, squinting.

Spike turned and began to walk back to Tarak. "Look mate, it's hot..."

Tarak suddenly stopped, threw back his head and gave a guttural, warbling wail. Oz jumped. "Jesus! He's having some sort of siezure!"

Spike squinted into the desert. There was a gathering sand cloud coming closer and closer.

"Bloody Hell!"

Out of the midst of the cloud rode more than a hundred men, some on horseback some on camels. Tarak turned grinning. "My people have sent a small escort for us."

Spike and Oz were caught in the middle of milling horses and camels. Hands reached down and shook their's,tanned faces smiled and foreign voices chattered at them. After several minutes the whirling throng quieted. Tarak appeared leading a gray, Arab horse. "I told them you were friends, that you come to help us find the jewel. They are very happy, we will provide transport."

Spike eyed the horse. "Listen mate, I've gotta tell you, I ain't no John Wayne." Tarak laughed. "Not a horse, camel."

A grunting noise came from behind them. Spike and Oz slowly turned. There stood their transport; a small, dark, shaggy, curly haired camel.

Tarak grinned. "His name is Humphrey."
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