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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 10/23 + Epilogue (This is not a WIP. One Chapter will be posted daily, until complete.)

Rating:NC17




Chapter 10/23 + Epilogue

Rating: NC17 Overall

They trotted unnoticed through the city toward the palace and left Humphrey tied up with some donkeys, with strict orders from Oz to 'stay'.They walked towards the guarded, palace gates.

"Ok, let me do the talking." Spike hissed. "Hi mates," he grinned. "I'm Spike Stone, I'm here by invitation of your Prince Omar."

The soldiers didn't respond.

"I'm a friend of the novelist Xander Harris, I'd like to see him." He gestured at the gate.

The soldiers looked bored.

Rashid appeared as if by magic. "Mister Harris has left strict instructions that he does not wish to see you. Good day," he said curtly.

Spike snorted and moved into the bigger man's personal space.

"You don't seem to understand, this is official business. This is Mr. Fruity from the American Embassy, he needs to see Mr. Harris right away. It's a tax matter." He moved behind Oz and gave him a nudge. "You're up," he whispered.

Oz looked confused. "Fruity?" He mouthed, then shrugged. "Yeah, yeah that's right." He stepped forward. "Look tax evasion is very serious. You don't want to cause an international incident, I mean after all Harris is an American citizen. If you'll just let us see him, this can be cleared up, no fuss, no paperwork"

Rashid motioned to the soldiers who pointed their rifles. Oz and Spike backed away.

"No sweat guys we'll catch him later, sorry to have bothered you." Spike turned and walked away.

Xander and Al-Jawahara ran across the flat roofs. "Quickly Just-Xander. Keep down."

"So now what genius? What do we do now?" Oz hurried after Spike.

"Ease up will yer? There has to be another way in there."

"I can't wait for another smooth move from The Prince of Darkness."

Spike stopped. "Quit bitchin', if it wasn't for me you wouldn't even be onto this!"

"Subsequently I should shoot you the first chance I get!"

Xander heard a voice he knew well, he squinted at the man in the blue turban then he leaned forward. "Spike? Spike is that you? Spike!"

He started to wave then jump, enthusiastically.

"Spike! Spike! Up here Spike!" He yelled, waving his arms.

Spike looked up, Xander slipped.

Xander tumbled from the flat roof onto the sloping roof below and rolled. Spike hurled himself forward, intent on catching Xander before he hit the ground. Spike caught Xander in his arms, his knees buckled and both men crashed, sprawling into the dust. Spike was winded, Xander was ecstatic.

Xander gazed down at the disheveled man beneath him. "I thought you were dead! He told me you were dead, I thought I'd never see you again" He swatted at him. "Don't you ever die without telling me again!" Xander lent forward and gently placed his lips on Spike's.

Spike fought the urge to kiss back and as Xander pulled back a puzzled look on his face, Spike used his strength and tossed Xander aside to land on his ass in the dust. Spike stood and made an elaborate show of dusting himself off. Xander sat up, pouting. "What the Hell did you do that for?"

"Ask your mate Omar! If you want to apologize I'll think about it," Spike huffed.

Scowling, Xander scrambled to his feet. "Apologize? What for?" Spike turned. "See you don't even know what you did." Xander flung his arms wide. "I didn't do anything!"

"What the Hell are you two? Six?" Oz interjected.

"He started it!" Xander stared at Oz. "What the Hell are you doing here?"

"Don't get cagey with me, I know how you two operate. I'll get in there with or without you dipsticks!" Oz stalked away.

Xander blinked.

Spike and Xander glared at each other, shouting drew their attention upward as armed soldiers took aim at them. Al-Jawahara appeared round a corner and ran toward them.

"We must go now Just-Xander," he grabbed Xander's hand.

Spike grabbed the other and scowled. "Just who the Hell is he?"

"A friend."

"You made another friend in there?" Spike snorted.

When the shooting started the three of them dived for cover. Outside the City Tarak heard the shooting, his men looked at one another. "We ride!" He roared.

There was a lull in the firing, Spike pulled on Xander's hand. "Come on let's go!"

"Wait, he's coming with us!" Xander nodded toward Al-Jawahara.

Spike looked between them. "Don't fucking start with me Xander! I came half way across Africa!" He growled.

There was more firing.

"I am guide, I can help you!" Al-Jawahara grinned. "I don't need a guide! I need a fucking miracle! " Spike hissed. Xander spoke calmly. "Spike, he's coming with us." Spike groaned. "Bloody Hell! But we get out of this alive, I'm killing you!"

Oz walked towards the palace gates, he didn't stop when he heard the gunfire. Soldiers poured through the gates and ran passed him. A tall man appeared in a black uniform with gold braid and a black turban, he blocked his path. Oz made to step round. Omar looked at him. "Who are you?"

"Look pal don't start with me."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I've had a tough day, you got any idea how hot it is here?"

Rashid materialized at Omar's elbow and grasped Oz by the arm. "He was with Stone."

"Take him inside."

Oz began to struggle. "You'll regret this. I know Lawrence of Arabia, we're very close."

There was the pounding of hooves and Tarak and his men galloped into the City. Scimitars flashed in the sun, rifles fired, hooves thundered, horsed whinnied.

Omar and Rashid ran into the Palace, Oz made a dash for the gates. "Let me in! Let me in!" He pounded on them.

Oz flattened against the wall as the riders stormed passed. "Holy shit!"
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