naughty_fae (naughty_fae) wrote in bloodclaim,

Romancing The Stone

Rating:Overall NC17 Individual Chapters PG to NC17
Author: Naughty_Fae

Note 1: This was written for the Film challenge on Ultimate_Xander



Chapter 10/20

Rating:NC17 overall

Xander had never really understood the saying 'Cold light of dawn', now he did. The dawn was pale and watery and although not cold Xander was the coolest he'd been since arriving in Colombia. The extra chill factor came from Spike, he was laid asleep several feet from Xander with his back to him, snoring softly.

Xander hadn't really expected to wake up in Spike's arms, but he'd hoped. Seeing him not only several feet away, but also with his back to him, Xander feared the worst. Obviously the blond had, had second thoughts, perhaps he even regretted what had happened. Xander sighed.

Xander was a man who knew his own failings. He'd had three, brief relationships all had ended the same way. He was affectionate and trusting by nature, if someone paid him attention he tended to become attached to them very quickly, too quickly. Lindsey had told him he came across as needy and too high maintenance. The solution? He'd stopped trying.

He actively avoided relationships preferring to live with his cat and having Giles and Wesley as his closest friends. Living his romantic life through the pages of his books. Spike had stepped straight from the pages of those books, an antihero, handsome, dashing, roguish, dangerous and charming, Xander had begun to fall and fall hard.

Suddenly he needed desperately to pee. Carefully he made his way outside and to the nearest tree. He pissed like a racehorse, shook and tucked himself away. He turned to see Spike stalking purposefully towards him. "Bloody Hell Xander! I woke up and you were gone. I nearly had a heart attack!" Xander opened his mouth to retaliate, thought better of it and mumbled. "I needed to pee."

Spike snorted. "Now you mention it." He brushed passed Xander unzipping as he went. When Xander realized his intention he turned his back to give him some privacy. Turning, Spike smiled when he saw Xander had his back to him. He zipped up and swatted Xander's ass as he walked passed. "Bit late to be shy Pet."

They reached the village an hour or so later. It was one, long, dusty road with houses on either side. Chickens scratched at the earth, pigs rooted in the undergrowth, goats, llama and mules were loosely tethered. There wasn't a human in sight. They walked along the road, Spike slightly in the lead. Doors opened quietly behind them to reveal armed men. Xander glanced behind and swiftly moved next to Spike.

"They don't look very friendly." He whispered. "Drug runners." Spike replied grimly. "Just keep walking and try to look fierce." He glanced at Xander. "On second thoughts, just walk."

Their escort grew larger, the hair began to stand up on the back of Spike's neck and he had a bad feeling. "Ok Pet. When the shooting starts dive into the undergrowth and run like hell." He whispered hoarsely. There was a soft click as Spike released the safety catch on his rifle.

Xander looked at Spike and his stomach twisted and his heart lurched, Spike was going to get himself killed, he had to do something. He spun round, smiling brightly. "Gentlemen. Excuse us intruding. It's vitally important I get to a telephone or perhaps there's a car in the village we could hire or buy?"

The crowd stared at him and Spike groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. One of the leading men stepped forward. "There is no telephone here and the only car in the village belongs to Señor Finn. The compound at he top of the village." He nodded onwards.

Xander smiled and turned to Spike. "See, no need for violence." Spike stared in amazement and hurried after Xander. The crowd followed them.

There was a tall, white wall with huge, solid oak gates in the middle. Spike tugged at Xander's sleeve. "This time I'll do the talking." Xander nodded. Spike thumped on the door. A hatch snapped back and a face appeared.


"Hi we were looking for a telephone." Spike smiled.

"No telephone here, go away." The accent was American.

The hatch closed. Spike thumped again. "We were told.."

A gun was pushed through the hatch. "Perhaps you didn't hear me? Beat it!"

Experience had taught Spike not to argue with a man pointing a loaded gun. He turned away. "Well Xander Harris, any suggestions?"

"Xander Harris?" The face reappeared. "The Xander Harris the novelist?" Xander nodded. The hatch snapped shut and there was the sound of heavy bolts being drawn and the gates were flung open.

The man who rushed out was tall and broad, he looked for all the world like a High School Jock. He grinned, grabbed Xander by the hand and began to shake it vigorously. "My God it is! I can't believe this, Xander Harris here. I have all your books, I'm one of your biggest fans." He gushed. He looked at the crowd. "Éste es Xander Harris el novelista famoso."

The crowd gave a united. "Ahhhhhh" The men removed their hats and inclined their heads. Spike's jaw dropped as the crowd melted away. Well fuck me, he really IS a writer!

Finn led Xander through the gate into a paved courtyard with an elaborate fountain and a large, glamorous, two storey house. "I'm Riley Finn, welcome to my humble home." He glanced at Spike. "Close the gate shorty."

Spike bristled but he turned, closed and bolted the gate. Finn slung his arm around Xander's shoulders guiding him into the house. Spike turned back and saw Finn with his arm around Xander and for the first time for many years jealousy, hot and violent coursed through him. For a second he contemplated shooting the man, instead he growled and hurried after them.

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