naughty_fae (naughty_fae) wrote in bloodclaim,


Title: HAMUNAPTRA (An S/X adaptation of The Mummy)

Warnings: HAU, M/M sex, humor, mild angst, things coming to life, scarab beetles, OOC, varying chapter lengths, Unbeta'd, blatant use of movie dialogue.
Rating: NC17 Overall Individual Chapters PG-NC17
Pairing: 100% S/X
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.

Note1: The characters may have BTVs/ATs names but they are NOT necessarily playing their Sunndydale characters, hence OOC.

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 relationship.

Note 4: This is a human/1920's Spike and Xander etc. and behave as such.

Summary: Over 3,000 years ago Angelus the high priest of Seti I, was given the assignment of preparing the recently dead for their journey into the afterlife. Angelus made one terrible mistake - he became smitten with Xan-uk-amun, the male concubine of the Pharaoh himself. Driven mad by jealousy and love, Angelus and Xan-uk-amun murdered the Pharaoh. Angelus's punishment was to be buried alive and suffer the torment of an eternal life in his wretched tomb. In 1925, a band of adventurers seeking fame and fortune - led by William (Spike) Barstow, an English expatriate who had joined the foreign legion, and Xander Harris, an amateur archeologist - find a previously unknown burial site in Egypt. The team starts to dig, hoping to find lost riches, but instead they disturb the tomb of Angelus, and soon the cursed priest rises from his grave to wreck vengeance on them and humanity.

Chapter 4/31 + Prologue

Rating: NC17 Overall

Chapter 4/31 + Prologue

Rating: NC17 Overall

Hundreds of prisoners gazed down from their cells into the dusty, stiflingly hot courtyard as Xander followed the warden onto a balcony to view the execution. The blond was dragged up the rough, wooden gallow steps between two guards, his hands tied behind his back. Alarmed Xander turned to the warden. "I'll give you a hundred dollars to save this man's life," he offered. The warden snorted. "I would pay that to see him hanged." The noose was placed around Captain's neck. Xander looked at the gallows and then at the warden. "Two, two hundred dollars." The warden ignored him. "Proceed," he shouted.

The noose was tightened round the Captain's neck, the executioner leaned forward. "Any last requests, pig?"

"Yeah, loosen the bloody knot and let me go," he hissed. The executioner turned to the warden and spoke quickly in Arabic. "What?" The warden frowned. "Of course we're not going to let him go!" He sat down, Xander sat beside him. The executioner slapped the blond across the back of the head. "Imbecile!" He snapped and went to the lever that worked the trapdoor. "Five hundred dollars." Xander blurted. The warden held up his hand to stop the execution and looked Xander up and down, sliding a hand onto his thigh. "And what else? I'm a very lonely man." Xander slapped his hand away and the watching prisoners laughed. The warden dropped his hand and the executioner yanked the lever and the Captain plummeted through the trapdoor. Xander leapt to his feet. "Noooo!" He cried.

The Captain's neck didn't break and he dangled choking and kicking at the end of the rope. "Aww look at that, his neck didn't break, now we must watch while he chokes to death." Grinned the warden. Xander watched the macabre scene with horror. "He knows the location to Hamunaptra!" He exclaimed. The warden blinked. "You lie!" He snapped. "I would never!" Xander countered. "You mean that worthless pig knows the way to the City of The Dead?" The warden said sharply.

"Yes." Xander confirmed, the Captain's eyes bulged and his face reddened as he struggled to breathe.


"Yes of course," Xander asserted. "and what is more we'll give you.." He looked at the struggling blond. " ten percent if you cut him down."





"Twenty five."

"Ah!" Xander beamed. "Done!" The warden groaned as he realized what he'd said, but he sharply gave an order in Arabic and a scimitar flashed and cut through the rope. The Captain thudded onto the dusty ground beneath the gallows and lay in a crumpled heap, retching and gasping for breath. He glared up at Xander, bloody boy had taken his time, he'd have to talk to him about that. Xander walked to the front of the balcony and looked down at the Captain and smiled smugly.

Xander carried both suitcases along the boardwalk heading for the gangplank of a paddle steamer, Wesley hurried empty handed alongside him. Arabs bustled around them selling trinkets and loading luggage, supplies and animals onto the boat. Behind them a group of three Americans with a short, red haired man supervised the loading of their horses and were joined by a scholarly, middle aged man wearing spectacles and dressed as a European except for the red fez on his head.

"Are you sure you got what Barstow said right, Wes?" Wes nodded. "Giza Port, paddle steamer, two days down the Nile, then two more out into the desert." Xander shook his head. "I bet he doesn't even show." Wes snorted. "He'll show, he might be a complete rogue but I know the type, true to his word and all that."

"Well personally, think he's rude, arrogant, dirty, a liar and a complete and utter scoundrel. I don't like him.."

An English voice came from behind them. "Anyone I know?"

Xander spun round and gawped. The man had short, sandy blond hair cut into a loose style, he was clean shaven with darker brown eyebrows, pale blue, piercing eyes, high, sharp cheekbones and full lips. His slender, muscular body was dressed in a black shirt, black jacket and dark gray slacks and black boots, a brown pack slung over one shoulder. He raised an eyebrow and smiled at Xander. "Oh, umm." Xander put down the cases. "Captain Barstow."

"Mister, and the name's Spike."

Xander's eyebrows rose. "Spike? Your parents named you Spike?"

"Nah, they called me William, but I prefer Spike," he grinned. "Call me, Billy, Bill or Willie and I will shoot you." Xander's eyes widened. "Oh."

Wes laughed and grabbed Spike's free hand a shook it enthusiastically. "Spike it is then, spiffing day for the start of our adventures." Spike retrieved his hand. "Yeah, spiffing." He checked his wallet in his inside pocket, Wes laughed nervously. "I never steal from a partner, partner." Spike nodded. "No hard feelings about the jaw?" Wes shook his head. "Absolutely none." Spike picked up one of the suitcases and handed it to Wes. "Best be getting onboard." He picked up the other case and brushed passed Xander and made his way up the gangplank, Xander gazed after him. Wes leaned forward and whispered. "See what you mean, complete scoundrel, nothing there to like, not at all."

"G'day, g'day nice to see you again." Xander and Wes turned to see Snyder stood with a suitcase. Xander groaned. "What are you doing here?"

"Me?" He pushed passed Xander. "I'm here to protect my investment, of course." He made his way up the gangplank, Xander and Wes looked at each other and hurried after him.
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