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HAMUNAPTRA

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 5/31 + Prologue

Rating: NC17 Overall



Chapter 5/31 + Prologue

Rating: NC17 Overall
The moon was full and high, casting a shivery silver glow over the desert and Nile. The three black clad Medjai gently pushed the boat silently into the water and slipped aboard and began to paddle almost without a sound, after the steamer.

Spike made his way to the bar at the bow of the paddle steamer, he recoiled when he opened the door, met by thick smoke, the smell of beer and the tinny tones of a pianola. He stepped inside and closed the door, the bar was packed with men, he pushed his way through in search of Wes and spied him at a card table with the three Americans. He walked over and a young, dark haired American looked up. "Ah, you must be Barstow, come and join us, we could use another hand. Spike shook his head. "I only gamble with my life, never my money."

"Never?" The American was bit older and thicker set. "What if I was to bet you five hundred dollars we get to Hamunaptra before you?" Spike raised an eyebrow. "You're looking for Hamunaptra?"

"Damn straight we are." He nodded. Spike frowned."And who said we are?"

"He did." All three Americans chorused, pointing at Wesley, he laughed nervously. "So how about it? Accept the wager?" Spike gave Wesley a stern glare then nodded and smiled. "Alright, you're on."

"And why may I ask, are you so confident sir?" Spike looked at the middle aged man in a suit and wearing a fez and shrugged. "What makes you?"

"We got us a guide whose actually been there." The bespectacled American with the blond hair said proudly. "Oh well, what a coincidence because," Wesley began. "Barst....." Spike hefted his pack onto his shoulder making sure it clipped Wesley good and hard, Wesley coughed and spluttered. "Who.. who's turn is it to play?" He covered. Spike passed behind him and gripped his shoulder firmly and bent forward and mumbled. "We got us a bloody wager," then louder. "Goodnight gentlemen." He gave Wesley's shoulder a bone cracking squeeze. "Wesley."

Spike walked outside shaking his head, time to go in search of Xander.

Xander was on deck sat at a table reading a book by the light of an oil lamp and idly watching the Nile go by. Spike dropped the heavy pack with a clatter onto the table and Xander jumped, obviously startled. Spike began to remove his jacket. "Sorry," he apologized. "didn't mean to scare you." He was wearing twin shoulder holsters and unrolled the pack to reveal a small arsenal of weapons. Xander recovered his composure. "The only thing that scares me are your manners." He said sharply. Spike sat opposite him and began to go through the weapons. Spike chuckled. "Still mad about the kiss, huh?" Xander huffed and watched as Spike chose two revolvers and slipped them into his holsters and took out and examined an assortment of other weapons. He noticed several sticks of dynamite. Spike began assembling a heavy duty rifle, Xander frowned. "Did I miss something, are we going into battle?" Spike looked up. "Pet, there's something out there, underneath that sand."

Xander started.. Pet? He contemplated saying something, put it down to an English eccentricity, God knows Wes had many and let it go. "Yes well, Wesley expects to find hidden treasure, I'm looking for an artifact a book, what do you think is out there?" Xander began to examine a strange, vicious looking weapon, "In one word, evil," gently Spike took it from him. "The Arabs and Tuareg believe Hamunaptra is cursed." Xander sighed. "I don't believe in curses and all that mummy nonsense, but I do believe one of the most famous books in history is there The Book of Amun Ra, The Book of The Living," he almost bounced in his seat, obviously excited.

Spike glanced at him and cleaned and loaded the rifle. "And the fact that they say it's made out of pure gold, that doesn't matter to you?" Xander grinned. "I see you know your history."

"No Pet, I know my treasure." Spike checked a revolver. "So you and Wes, what's that all about?" Xander frowned. "Excuse me?" Spike looked up. "You're supposed to be brothers, you don't look alike, you don't talk alike, you don't have the same surname and you sure as Hell don't act alike." He shook his head. "Oh, Wes is my half brother," Xander explained. "his mother was my father's first wife, she was English. They divorced when Wes was eight and she took him to live in London and reverted to her maiden name. A year later my father married my mother, she was American." Spike nodded. "So you were raised in America?"

"Yes, no." Xander shook his head, Spike raised an eyebrow. "I mean I'm an American National but I've lived all over, we traveled with my father, he was an archeologist. When I was thirteen we settled here, in Egypt." His face fell. "A year later they were killed in a car crash, Wes dropped everything and came to take care of me." He shrugged. "Been together ever since." He paused. "What about you, I mean I know you're English but you don't sound like Wes." Spike chuckled. "Pet, I don't think your brother and I exactly grew up in the same neighborhood." He tested the sight on the rifle. "So is he Homosexual too, or just you?" Xander's jaw dropped. "He's not.... I, I'm not...." He blustered. Spike grinned. "Believe me Pet, you are." Xander scowled. "Is that why you kissed me? Because you thought I was............."

"I was about to be hung," Spike chuckled. "seemed a perfectly good idea at the time." Xander put the book down with a thump. "Well reall..!" He pushed his chair back with a look of fury. "And, don't call me Pet!" He stalked off. Spike twisted round. "Wha...What did I say?"

Spike heard snickering and a movement come from behind some nearby boxes. Quietly he stood and went over to them, he reached behind and yanked out a small, red haired man. "Bloody hell, I might have known." Oz smiled at him nervously. "Captain Barstow, you're alive! I was so very, very worried."

"My little mate Oz, I think I'll kill you," Spike snapped, pointing the revolver at his head. Oz struggled. "Think of my dear children." Spike sighed. "You don't have any children." Oz shrugged. "I might, one day."

"I might have guessed you were leading the Americans, so what's the scam Oz? Lead them into the desert and leave them to rot there?" Spike gave him a shake. "Alas no. They are too smart, they pay me half to get them there and half when I get them back to Cairo"

"Tough break." Spike holstered his gun. "What about you? You never believed in Hamunaptra." Oz stated. Spike looked round and saw Xander petting a group of camels further up the deck. He slung his arm round Oz's shoulders. "See that boy?" Oz nodded. "He does and he saved my neck, took his own sweet time, but he did it." Spike grinned. Oz's face spread into a lecherous smile. "You always did have more balls than brains Barstow." They both started to laugh. "Bye Oz." Spike hefted him over the side of the boat and grinned as he fell into the Nile with a splash.
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