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 15/23 + Epilogue (This is not a WIP. One Chapter will be posted daily, until complete.)
Chapter 15/23 + Epilogue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Xander pushed forward. "Look tell the son I'm flattered but I'm with Spike and there's an end to ..........." Xander was ushered aside as Spike and Hussein were led to a clearing and the men made a circle.
Hussein had six inches on Spike and about thirty pounds. Spike had been in many brawls and a few all out fights, he was fast and strong, he'd picked up a bit of Kung-Fu and Karate and his roundhouse kick was legendary. This was neither a brawl nor a fight, with the weight and height disadvantage there was no way he could wrestle Hussein and win. His one hope lay in dodging the man and tiring him out.
Xander forced his way to the front. A hand grasped his and he glared down into the smiling face of the Chief's son. He shook his hand free with a scowl.
The men circled each other. Hussein proved to be quite agile and Spike narrowly escaped being grabbed twice. Xander gasped. "Spike! Watch out!" Distracted by his lover, Spike was caught by his right arm and heaved across the ring to land on his back in the dust.
Hussein lunged at him, but Spike rolled away and scrambled to his feet. "Someone do me a favor, tell the son Xander isn't a virgin, I've been shagging him senseless for ten months!" He stated.
Xander gasped. "Spike! This is no time to tell strangers our personal life!" He ducked his head, embarrassed. Tribesmen cheered and pushed Spike towards Hussein. Spike lunged at his legs hoping to pull the bigger man off his feet. Hussein grasped him around the waist and flung him into the dust. Spike scrambled to his feet, his eyes narrowed dangerously. "Right, wrestle be dammed!" He swung hard with his left fist at Hussein's jaw.
Xander cheered. Hussein didn't move. Spike winced.
Tribesmen booed. Hussein smiled. Xander grimaced.
Spike shrugged and Hussein picked him up bodily and levered him over his head. He paraded around holding Spike aloft. Xander ran round the circle after them. "No! No, please don't hurt him! Well not any important bits anyway." Hussein tossed Spike several feet to land sprawling on his back with a painful yelp.
Xander slapped Spike's dazed face. "Spike! Spike. You're not winning!" He accused urgently. Spike raised his head. "No pain, no gain," he groaned.
Eager hands pulled Xander away.
Hussein grabbed Spike's feet and dragged him to the center of the ring and flipped him over so he was face down, he grabbed his ankles, lifted him and spun in a circle, so that Spike's body left the ground.
Xander grabbed Joe's arm. "Do something or he'll be hurt!" Joe nodded. "I will try Just-Xander." Joe began to juggle with his umbrella.
Spike flew across the ring and landed face down semi conscious in the dust.
Joe juggled the umbrella first on his finger and then his nose, Nubians turned to watch.
Hussein grabbed Spike by he arm and tossed him, Spike staggered to his feet and lunged. Hussein flung him off.
Joe was now juggling oranges at the same time as balancing the umbrella on his nose, people watched and laughed.
Spike made a last, desperate lunge at Hussein, Hussein picked him up and tossed him into the dust to land near some heavy, stone pots.
Joe began to tumble, the crowd laughed.
Bored with tossing Spike about, Hussein turned to see what everyone was laughing at.
Xander threw a pitcher of water over Spike. Spike spluttered and glared. Xander shrugged.
Spike saw Hussein had his back to him and without a pause he staggered to his feet, picked up one of the stone pots and brought it down as hard as he could on the back of Hussein's head. The man staggered and crashed backward into the dust, Spike flung himself on top.
"Spike!" Xander yelled, it was hardly sporting. The people turned and cheered, Spike had pinned Hussein down! Xander was about to say something but a murderous look from Spike and he snapped his jaws shut. Spike rolled to the side and lay on his back in the dust. Eager hands gathered up Hussein and carried him off to recover.
Xander knelt beside Spike. "That was great!" Spike raised his head. "Great? I was almost killed!" Xander beamed.
It turned out apart from being dazed, Spike was sore and had a few bruises. The knuckles on his left hand were swollen, but nothing was broken or permanently damaged, much to Xander's relief, not to mention Spike's.
Come evening, they threw a great feast. Spike, Joe and Xander were the guests of honor.
The air was chill, but the atmosphere around the campfire vibrant and warm. Drums beat a wild, heady rhythm, male dancers leaped, twirled and twisted in the firelight. Women jumped, swung their hips, shimmied and shook. They ate and drank their fill. Joe explained that it was a marriage feast, that soon the girls of marriageable age would dance and choose their mates. They would retire to decorated huts to spend a night of passion and then settle down into a lifelong commitment, as was the custom of the tribe.
"Well I think it's romantic." Xander grinned and nodded. Spike glanced at him.
A group of women danced over, laughing they sung their hips and shook their asses at Spike. He threw back his head and laughed, his shoulders rolled in time to the beat of the drums. Eager hands reached for Xander, intent on dragging him into the dance. He struggled, appealed to Spike for help, chuckling Spike shoved him into the women's arms.
"Go on yer daft git. Have a bit of fun." He grinned as Xander, still protesting, was dragged to the far side of the circle.