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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 6/23 + Epilogue (This is not a WIP. One Chapter will be posted daily, until complete.)

Rating:NC17




Chapter 6/23 + Epilogue

Rating: NC17 Overall

Omar led Xander through the courtyard and passed one of the elaborate fountains. He stopped to take a photo. A high pitched scream made him jump and almost drop his camera. "Christ! What was that?"

"Cats." Omar said without a pause.

"Cats?" Xander hurried after him. "I have a cat her name's Anya she's not with me of course we were going to bring her but when we got onboard the yacht she freaked at the water and it took two days to prise her from Spike's chest so when Giles and Wesley came to see us off you met Giles he's my publisher Wesley is his partner they agreed to foster her until we got back." He took a breath.

Omar stared at him his hand on the door. "Did you breathe at all through that?" Xander shrugged. "Spike says I babble. He likes it." Omar raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Xander's room was on the second floor, Omar led him in. "Your quarters." Xander gazed round at the opulent room. "Wow, thank you this is beautiful."

"Only strangers need to say thank you, family and friends have no need."

Two scantily clad, teenage boys appeared and flung themselves at Xander's feet, he jumped back. Omar chuckled. "This is Andrew and Jonathan, they come from my harem. They speak fluent English and will take care of your every need whilst you are my guest, use them as you will."

Xander stared.

Omar clapped his hands and the boys withdrew. "Umm I need to talk to you, get some background material for the book." Xander tried to pull his mind back on track from the disturbing image of the two boys. "I see the author is already at work, I regret that I am otherwise occupied. There is much to be done before we travel to Kadir."

"Kadir?"

"To my investiture. But meanwhile go where you please, speak to whom you like, Rashid will arrange an escort to take you through the City. After my investiture we will talk all you want, I am glad you are here Xander, together we will make history." He bowed. "Make yourself at home, enjoy your new world"

Xander felt uneasy, he looked around the room; a desk and chair, a laptop, and small dining table. Lamps and ornate pottery, doors to a bedroom and bathroom. On the walls photos of Omar and outside his door stood an armed guard. Not for the first time he wondered if he had done the right thing. He opened his suitcase and took out the framed photo of Spike and set it on the desk, he sighed. Time to freshen up and change then he'd explore.

Spike held the rope leading to the camel's tasseled halter. Oz prudently stepped behind Spike. "Do you think it's dangerous?" He whispered.

"Doesn't look dangerous."

"It's smaller than the others, maybe it's a baby?"

"Look at them teeth, I don't think it's a baby." Spike whispered.

"I'd rather not, from their color it's a heavy smoker. What does it eat?" Oz questioned.

Spike turned. "How the bloody Hell do I know what it eats?"

"I was just askin'." Oz shrugged. "Hey that's it! The cigarettes stunted it's growth!"

Spike rolled his eyes. "Will you listen to yourself? Nah, what we have here isn't exactly the pick of the litter."

"Tell it to do something."

Spike raised an eyebrow. "Why me?"

"You've got the rope."

Spike tightened the rope. "Ok, listen up camel."

"Humphrey." Oz interjected.

Spike glared at Oz. "Listen up, Humphrey, don't give me any trouble or I'll be eating camel burgers."

"Don't threaten it, dummy! You might make it mad!"

Spike gave Oz an incredulous stare.

Oz shrugged. "How do we get on it, ladder?"

"Nah it's supposed to kneel down or something."

Oz looked at Spike expectantly.

Spike pulled on the rope. "Kneel!" He commanded.

Humphrey blinked.

"Sit!"

Humphrey snorted.

"Dowwwwwnnnn!" Spike pulled the rope downward.

Humphrey blew a bubble out the side of his mouth.

"Jesus Christ! It eats bubblegum!" Exclaimed Oz.

"Nah I read somewhere they do that, they spit too."

"That thing spits at me, I'm shooting it!" Oz declared.

A small boy watched the exchange with amusement. "Koosh!"

Humphrey dropped to his knees and then lowered his rear end to the ground.

Spike and Oz stared.

Oz glared at Spike. "Aren't you ashamed? Even a kid can do it."

They looked at the ornate saddle. There were two seats. One across the shoulders and one behind the hump. Stirrups hung down.

"You first." Oz stepped back.

"Why me?"

"You're the pack leader."

"It's a camel you moron, not a bloody dog!"

Spike put his foot in the stirrup and swung up into the saddle. He lowered his arm and helped Oz up. "That's just as well Spike, 'cos I gotta say Caesar Milan you ain't."
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