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 8/23 + Epilogue (This is not a WIP. One Chapter will be posted daily, until complete.)
Chapter 8/23 + Epilogue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Xander had stayed in his room since he confronted The Prince. Jonathan and Andrew brought him food and wine, it remained untouched. He tried to engage the boys in conversation but they shook their heads and refused to speak.
Armed soldiers were placed outside his door, he was in no doubt he was a prisoner.
He wandered over to the desk and picked up Spike's photo and ran a finger over it, he'd been such a fool. Would he ever see Spike again? He carried it to the balcony of the open window and looked up at a large, bright moon, he wondered if Spike missed him, was he looking up at the moon somewhere and thinking of him? A searchlight flickered over him and went on it's way, then a noise in the courtyard attracted his attention.
"Be careful with that box you imbecile!"
Several servants appeared carrying boxes and cases. With them a tall, slim, middle aged man dressed in a smart suit. "See the side you idiot? It says 'FRAGILE' . That means you handle it carefully! I have valuable, irreplaceable supplies in there!" He snapped.
The box slipped, but was caught in time.
"God Almighty! Did you hear me? I may love your country, I may love your culture, I may sympathize with your Prince's aims; but if you drop that box I swear I'll turn you into a bloody toad!"
A palace manservant appeared and bowed. "Be a good fellow, inform your Prince Omar that his magician, Ethan Rayne has arrived."
The party was in full swing. Oz sat staring at the belly dancer, it wasn't her swaying hips and undulating belly that held him mesmerized, but the ruby that glistened at her navel.
Behind him Spike pulled his jacket closer around him, the desert at night was chill. Everywhere men gathered close to the dancing flames of campfires. Strange, melodic music filled the air, dancers swayed, acrobats tumbled and jugglers juggled.
The belly dancer was replaced by a man juggling with knives, Oz leaned back. "Did you see that ruby?" Spike grunted, lost in his own thoughts. He'd eaten and drunk little, the activities around him went almost unnoticed. Oz peeled an orange. He lent over to Tarak. "Just for recognition purposes, how big is this Jewel?"
"As big as this orange?"
Oz's eyes widened and he lent back. "Did you hear that Stone? Bigger than this orange!"
Spike didn't answer.
The party and dancing grew wilder. Men sang, danced and tossed knives to each other.
Oz emptied a skin of wine.
Spike watched dully until he'd had enough and quietly made his way unnoticed to the edge of the encampment. A knife landed close to Oz and he staggered to his feet. "Look at these guys Stone, no sheep is safe tonight!" He turned round. "Stone?" He scowled. "Stone you bastard if you've given me the slip." He staggered in search of Spike.
Spike sat on a rock and looked up at the moon. "Oh Xander, why'd you go and do it?" He mumbled. Oz staggered up. "There you are." He squinted, Spike toed the sand with his shoe. "Awwwwwwwwwwwww, what's this? The sound of a heart I hear breaking? He's gone you sap, your boy toy dumped you, get over it. Keep your mind on business pal or you'll get yourself killed," he warned.
Spike could barely manage a glare.
Oz flapped a dismissive hand and wandered off. He wandered through the tents till he tripped over a rope and sprawled in the sand.
Humphrey wandered through the tents, he was smaller than the other camels and they tended to pick on him so he was often alone. He saw the strange, little man who had ridden him and wandered over.
Even a human was company.
He laid down beside Oz, Oz turned over and snuggled into his fur.
'Magician'? What did Omar want with a magician?' Xander frowned.
He replaced Spike's photo and picked up his camera, he needed to find out what was really going on and get evidence. He glanced at the door and then the window. If he could reach an unguarded room, he could snoop around without anyone knowing.
Each window had a balcony.
In the end it wasn't too difficult for Xander to climb from one balcony to the other and progress round using the small ledge. When the search light came he flattened against the wall. Eventually he reckoned he'd gone far enough and tried the window of a likely looking room.
It was open.
He slipped in and closed the window behind him, turned and gasped.
The room was wall to wall computers. In the middle a large desk covered in a map, he peered. It showed the deployment of troops, rocket launchers and tanks. The position of airfields, aircraft and helicopters.
"Oh my God, war plans!!" Xander began taking photos. There was a loud shout from the courtyard and his stomach lurched and his heart thumped. Had he been discovered? Cautiously he looked out the window.
Omar ran shouting out into the courtyard his right arm ablaze, he doused it in the fountain. "You idiot you said it wouldn't burn!" He yelled.
Ethan strolled after him. "My dear fellow, I didn't say it wouldn't burn. I said you wouldn't burn. Look at your arm, is it painful? Blistered or burnt?"
Omar yanked up his sleeve, his arm was untouched. He began to laugh and slung his arm around Ethan's shoulders.
"If my magic can make princes of rock stars. It can certainly make a prince a God. " Ethan grinned.
Laughing they went indoors.