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
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 6/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Chapter 6/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Xander gazed in the mirror, the young man looking back seemed younger than his twenty years. He was about six feet, slender, with shaggy almost black hair, big, brown eyes, broad shoulders and a pleasant, if not handsome face and at the moment wearing baggy, pale, blue pajamas. He did not look homosexual. Not that he knew what a homosexual looked like, perhaps it was the way he walked? He walked a few steps, he could see nothing out of the ordinary there, was it the way he spoke? What had prompted Spike to come to the conclusion he was Homosexual? And if he didn't know he was homosexual, why was Spike so certain he was? The answer of course was, he wasn't; Spike was a rogue and a scoundrel and undoubtedly a philanderer, cad, bounder and rake, he'd kissed him and said what he did to throw Xander off balance, no doubt he thought it a huge joke. Xander huffed.
He touched his fingers to his lips remembering the kiss, he liked girls. He and Miss Anya had stepped out together for several months, not that their relationship had progressed beyond holding hands and affectionate kissing; something Miss Anya had frequently pointed out, but he'd been quite happy with it. The truth was, Miss Anya's kisses had never felt like the Captain's. Even now his own lips tingled at the memory of Spike's firm, warm, possessive lips on his; he was shocked to realize other parts of his anatomy tingled as well. He shook himself. "Oh for Heaven's sake, it wasn't that good a kiss!"
He snatched up the comb and began to run it through his hair. And what if he was Homosexual? It wasn't the end of the world, he knew from his studies that most Ancient Civilizations had an ambivalent attitude towards male relationships, why in Ancient Greece, Rome and Japan it was just accepted, even encouraged. Besides, he wasn't and even if he was, Spike would never look twice at him and if he did he'd just be another notch on the Captain's bedpost and Xander Harris was nobody's notch! Annoyed, he slammed the comb down and it fell on the floor, he bent down to pick it up, he straightened and looked in the mirror and opened his mouth to scream.
Spike leant over the side of the boat and waved at Oz splashing in the water, turned back to the table and noticed the wet footprints further along the deck. A quick glance at the water assured him Oz was still there. The prints were headed toward the cabins. The cabins where Xander was now asleep. Xander! He drew both pistols and hurried after the footprints.
A hand was clamped firmly over Xander's mouth and a knife placed at his throat. The man in the mirror was an Egyptian dressed in black, blue symbols tattooed on his cheeks. "Do not make a sound Sahib." Xander nodded and the hand was slowly removed.
"Where is the map?"
Xander nodded toward the table behind them, the man glanced at the map laid there.
"Good Sahib, now where is the key?"
Xander frowned. "Key? I, I don't know what you mean, I haven't got a key," he shook his head.
"Xander!" Spike burst through inside door brandishing both pistols, he noticed Xander and turned to face them, the Medjai swung Xander around in front of him, as a shield , knife at his throat, it was a stalemate. Suddenly another Medjai burst through from the door onto the deck, Spike began firing wildly, this distracted he Medjai holding Xander and he got an arm free and hit his captor with a candlestick; the man roared in pain and released him clutching his eye, the burning candle fell onto the bed and it immediately burst into flame. Spike grabbed Xander's hand and shoved the boy out of the door, Xander began to run along the corridor, then suddenly stopped. "The map!" He gasped and spun round, running back to the room. "The map, the map!" As he passed Spike he grabbed his hand. "Relax I'm the map," he towed Xander along. "it's all in here," he indicated his head. "Oh, and that makes me feel so much better." Xander quipped.
Spike towed Xander on deck, he grabbed his pack and shoved it into his arms. "Hold this." Xander held it to him, it wasn't an idle gesture, the pack was thick and would afford Xander some protection from stray bullets. Spike kept Xander behind him and reloaded his guns. Bullets whined and embedded themselves in the wood near Spike, nearer and nearer they came, Xander grabbed Spike's arm and yanked him to the side, a bullet embedded itself where his head had been. Spike looked at Xander and raised an eyebrow. "Saving my life is getting to be a habit with you, Pet." Xander shrugged and grinned.
They made their way along the deck, the boat was well ablaze, people were jumping overboard and men released the camels and horses. Spike took his pack and smiled at Xander. "Sit up there for me." Xander frowned. "On the side of the boat?" Spike nodded and Xander climbed up. Spike smiled up at him. "Can you swim?" He asked casually.
"If the occasion calls for it." Xander replied. "Believe me, it does!" Spike caught Xander's feet and tipped him into the water with a yell and a splash.
Wesley burst into Xander's cabin. "Xander are you..." He saw it was ablaze and no Xander, he grabbed for the puzzle box laid on the bed. A Medjai, robes alight grabbed for it too, Wes was quicker, grabbed it and ran, the Medjai after him.
Spike grabbed his pack and made to jump after Xander, a Medjai tackled him, delivering several punishing blows to his body and forcing him away from the side. The Medjai grabbed him round the throat, Spike's temper snapped. "That does it! Now I'm fucking mad!" He snarled. He brought his arms up inside those of the Medjai and opened them, forcing his attacker to leave go, he rained heavy blows on the Medjai's body knocking him to the side of the boat and then delivered two blows to his jaw and he collapsed unconscious at his feet. Spike gathered up his pack. Snyder appeared and danced agitatedly round him. "What shall we do? What shall we do?" Spike gazed at him. "You wait here, I'll go for help." Snyder nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, very good plan." He watched Spike dive overboard, it was several seconds before he realized he'd been had, rolled his eyes, pinched his nose and jumped overboard.
Wes ran on deck, the Americans were hunkered down behind some boxes, engaged in a gun fight with seemingly everyone. Wesley pocketed his glasses and donned his pith helmet. He snorted. "Americans!" He said scathingly. The Medjai by now a human torch, lunged at him, Wesley's eyes opened in terror. Mears saw what was happening and emptied his gun into the luckless Medjai and he fell dead at Wesley's feet. Wesley grinned. "Bloody good show chaps, keep up the good work!" Pinching his nose, he plunged overboard.