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 12/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Chapter 12/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
The Medjai wheeled their horses round and galloped away. "That settles it, " Wells said excitedly. "there has to be treasure here for them to protect the place so fiercely." Spike pulled the fuse from the dynamite, droped it in the sand and stamped it out. "Nah, these are a desert people they value water and their animals, whatever they're protecting it's not gold." Spike turned and saw Xander looking dazed and hugging himself. "Hey, " He said gently and took hold of his upper arms. "You alright?" Xander nodded. "
I was thinking Barstow," Mears interrupted, glancing at his felow Americans. "just at night it might be a good idea y'know, to combine our forces." Spike looked over his shoulder and nodded in agreement.
Wes snored loudly, Xander swayed a little and giggled. Spike smiled and cleared his throat. "I don't think a little drink to steady your nerves was such a god idea." Xander shook his head. "You promised you'd show me how to fight," he slurred. Spike snorted in amusement. "Alright then, put your hands up like this." He guided Xander's hands into a 'fighting' position. "Now try and hit my hand as hard as you can." He held up his flat hand, palm facing Xander. A look of deep concentration settled on Xander's face and the tip of his tongue peeped through his lips, Spike nearly moaned. Xander swung at the hand, missed, spun round and fell backward into Spike's arms.
Spike sat him on the ground and Xander grabbed the bottle, Spike reached to take it from him but Xander slapped his hand away. "Unlike my brother Mr Barstow," he said with a derisory sniff. "I can hold my liquor." He pulled out the cork and took a swig, Spike winced and shook his head. "Your brother I get, you I don't." Xander grinned and corked the bottle. "I know, I know. You're wondering what a place like this is doing in a young man like me." He blinked. Spike sat down chuckling. "Yeah Pet, something like that."
"I told you, my father was an archeologist and my mother was something of an adventuress herself." He swayed and reached for the bottle, but Spike was quicker this time and moved it out of reach, Xander pouted. "And?" Spike prompted. "We lived all over the place." Xander made a sweeping motion with his arm, nearly tipped over and Spike steadied him. "But, but we always came back to Egypt, they loved the place and so do I. When I was thirteen we settled here permanently, my father got a job overseeing all the excavations and when they died, Wes came to take care of me. Been here ever since, Egypt is in my blood."
Spike nodded. "I get your mother and your father, I get Wes." He paused, shaking his head. "I just don't get you, what are you doing here?" Xander scowled. "OOhh!" He swatted at him. "I, I may not be an explorer," he struggled to his feet. "or an adventurer," he swayed and Spike grabbed his hand to steady him. "or a gunfighter, or, or a treasure seeker Mr Barstow... But I'm proud of what I am." Spike stifled a chuckle. "And what's that?" Xander straightened, stuck his nose in the air and said proudly, " Librarian." Xander staggered and sunk to his knees in front of Spike. "And, and now I'm going to kiss you Mr Barstow." Spike's face spread into a broad smile. "In that case I think you'd better call me Spike." Xander puckered up and lent forward, Spike held his breath, nearer and nearer he lent, Spike closed his eyes. Just as their lips met Xander passed out and his head sunk onto Spike's chest, Spike's eyes snapped open and he looked down at the tousled hair. "Bloody Hell!" He lent and kissed the dark head.
As soon as the sun rose the Americans, Giles, Oz and the diggers made their way back to Anubis's chamber, Mears left arm in a sling. Levenson kept a gun on the diggers as Giles supervised them lifting a large, ornate chest from the secret compartment. He began to clean off the dust. "Let's just get it open!" Wells urged. Giles pushed him back. "There is a curse upon this chest." He snapped. They all watched as Giles scrutinized the hieratics. "Curse my ass!" Mears spat. "This is hallowed, sacred ground." Giles glared. "That which was set down in Ancient times is as strong today, as it was then."
"Yeah, ok," Levenson agreed. "So what does it say?" Giles studied the chest. " 'Death will come on swift wings to whomsoever opens this chest.' " An eerie wind blew echoing and moaning through the chamber, it was too much for the diggers, screaming they ran out and the Americans looked nervously at each other. "It says," Giles continued, " 'there is one, the undead, who if brought back to life, is bound by sacred law to consummate this curse.' "
"Well Jeez all we gotta do is make sure we don't bring anyone back to life." Wells grinned. They all chuckled except Oz and Giles. Giles continued seriously. " 'He will kill all who open this chest and assimilate their organs and fluids, and in so doing he will regenerate and no longer be the undead, but plague upon this earth.' "
They paused and looked at each other.