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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 21/23 + Epilogue (This is not a WIP. One Chapter will be posted daily, until complete.)

Rating:NC17




Chapter 21/23+ Epilogue

Rating: NC17 Overall

Thousands of people poured into Kadir, on foot, on horses and camels, by train, in rickety wagons and dust covered cars. Pilgrims, men, women, children, Holy Men, Desert Tribesmen, rich and poor, all to see The Redeemer, Omar, made Emperor.

Tarak and Oz rode together his men with them. "When we get inside the City we must look for the entrance to the catacombs. That is where they will be keeping Al -Jawahara. " Tarak informed Oz.

"Yeah right. The Jewel, gotcha. Hear that Humph?" Oz confirmed with his new 'partner'.

Humphrey grunted.

At the edge of the City a huge stage had been erected and adorned with flags and banners displaying Omar's crest. Spotlights pointed at the stage from tall towers of scaffolding linked together by a narrow, wooden walkways. A booth was built into one of the towers housing extensive and intricate electrical equipment, a crane stood to the side of the stage near the tall towers.

The people thronged toward the stage, tightly packed pushing and jostling for the best view.

The catacombs were an extensive labyrinth of twisting tunnels cut from ancient sandstone, torches blazed on the walls and narrow passageways converged into large rooms. Deep in one of the rooms human and animal bones ancient and modern littered the floor, chains hung from the walls and roof, long stout ladders leaned against the walls, ancient torture devices stood ready for use and at the center of the room was a deep, stone well.

Joe was chained by his wrists to the wall. Spike and Xander were suspended by their arms over the well.

Omar paced round them, smirking. " I really admire your loyalty to one another and I am going to give you a chance be with each other to the very end." He snorted. "Well, not exactly the very end. One of you will fall first, the other will watch them die, but who will fall first?" He signaled Rashid, he stepped forward with a stone ewer and ladle.

"Is that the blood of a goat?" Joe asked.

"Yes, very popular with the inhabitants of the catacombs." Omar nodded.

"Rats?" Spike guessed.

"Yes Mr Stone." Omar ladled the blood onto the ropes. "The blood will soak into the rope. The rats will eat through the ropes and, alas you will fall, but you will not fall alone. My only regret is that I will not be here to see which of you falls first," he chuckled.

"What kind of sick, perverted mind would think of this? What kind of demented psychopath are you?" Spike raged. "Why don't you just shoot us?"

"Spike.."

"Yes Mr Harris, why don't you tell him?"

Xander sighed. "It was in my book, Return of The King... It was one of my most popular."

Spike stared at him. "Oh."

"I told you I was a fan." Omar grinned. "Think of this as your last and greatest adventure," he stepped back. "My adoring people await me," with a dramatic flourish he swept out of the room with Rashid and his soldiers following behind.

In a booth high on the scaffolding Ethan Rayne paced. He wore a combined headset of ear phones and microphone, around him were consoles and banks of computers. Two of his men stood poised at the consoles. "Look I'm a professional, I'm used to working with professionals. You tell his Highness to get his ass on stage or the show starts with or without him." He snapped into the microphone. His men rolled their eyes.

Oz and Tarak pushed their way through the tightly packed crowd. Oz looked round. "Jeez looks like Woodstock." Oz muttered. Tarak scanned the stage. "There, Omar comes." He pointed to the side of the stage.

Omar swept in, flanked by Rashid and his bodyguards.

"Give me a red gel, I said red! Sweep spotlights over the crowd. Start the music." Ethan barked orders. "Ok cue! Cue damnit! I said cue!" He yelled, red faced.

At the rear of the stage lights began to flash in time to the music, smoke drifted up and the spotlights flashed and dimmed.

The crowd 'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhed' in wonder.

"Build it, bulid it softly. Smoke I need more smoke! I need SMOKE!" Ethan stamped his foot irritably. "Sweep the spotlights over the lines of soldiers on stage." On stage soldiers stepped forward out of the smoke in unison. Suddenly flames appeared from a pyramid like structure and the crowd gasped.

"Watch your flames, keep them low, we'll need them to flare up towards the finale. Good, good, that's very good. keep them like that," Ethan encouraged. Ethan grasped the thick joystick on one of the consoles and there was a deep, whirring, mechanical sound.

Behind the flames a circle of lights appeared rising slowly, in the center Omar's crest and lastly a throne of lights with Omar seated, arms open wide and smiling broadly.

The crowd began to cheer wildly. Oz's jaw dropped.

Stood at the side of the crowd, Humphrey took it all in, flicked his ears and blew a bubble.
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