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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 13/31 + Prologue

Rating: NC17 Overall



Chapter 13/31 + Prologue

Rating: NC17 Overall

Xander groaned and clutched his head. " I cannot believe you got me drunk!" He glared at Wesley, Wesley's jaw dropped and he shook his head and staggered as the world spun around him. "Me?" He protested. "Don't blame me, I don't even remember being there!" Spike chuckled. "You weren't, you'd already passed out." Xander fixed Spike with an icy glare. "It was you!" Spike grinned and raised his hands in surrender. "Not me, I tried to get the bottle away from you, you managed this all on your own Pet." Xander was about to protest at being called 'Pet' when another wave of nausea made him think better of it. "Anyway, I don't remember," he mumbled, wincing in pain. A hurt look crossed Spike's face. "You don't?" Xander glanced at him and fidgeted. "No." He said quietly. Spike folded his arms. "So you don't remember kissing me?" Wes spluttered and Xander looked nervous. "I did not!" He protested. Spike huffed. "Bloody Hell Pet, " he gave a wide grin. "Told me it was the best kiss you'd ever had." Wesley choked and Xander's cheeks reddened. "Way to hurt a man's feelings Pet, saying you don't remember," he gave a dramatic sniff. Immediately Xander began to apologize. "Oh look I'm sor...." Wes and Spike gave each other a look and both began grinning, Xander spluttered "Oh you!" He considered storming off in a huff, but as that would actually involve moving, decided against it and pouted while the other two chuckled, Wesley clutching his aching head.

Several cups of black coffee later and a couple of Aspirin and Xander was feeling well enough to enter the subterranean chamber beneath Anubis. He stepped up to the sarcophagus, opened the key and inserted it in he lock. Spike placed a hand on his arm. "Do you really think this is a good idea, I mean is it normal for these things to have a lock?" Wes raised the torch. "He's right y'know, whoever put the mummy in there, they didn't intend it getting out." Xander huffed. "You two, stuff an' nonsense, superstition and fairy tales, I've dreamed about making a discovery like this since I was a little boy." Spike raised an eyebrow. "You dream about dead guys?"

Xander rolled his eyes and turned the key and there was a strange clicking, mechanical sound and the sarcophagus unlocked with a loud hiss. They started to push off the heavy granite lid, heaving and shoving groaning with the effort, inch by inch the lid slid sideways. Finally the lid fell with a loud crash and both Wes and Xander clutched their heads and moaned.

Oz nervously held the flickering torch and watched the Americans and the Egyptologist pour over the chest. "We shouldn't be here, " he whined, looking around. "this isn't good, I don't like this curse." A wind howled through the chamber and licked at the back of his neck, he jumped and his eyes widened in fright. "It's the curse, it's the curse!" He turned tail and fled from the chamber. "Beware the curse." he shouted over his shoulder as he ran. "Superstitious bastard." Mears growled. "Damn the curse, let's open it anyway." Before Giles could stop them the three men grasped the lid of the chest and yanked it off, they were immediately enveloped in a cloud of black vapor.

Slowly the vapor settled and all three Americans stood with their guns pointed at the chest. Slowly Giles stepped forward adjusting his glasses, he reached inside the chest and pulled out a very heavy burlap bag. Everyone's eyes widened in excitement as he put his hand into the bag and slowly pulled out the black Book of The Dead, the same one Angelus used to attempt to and bring Xan-uk-amun back to life. Giles gasped. "Oh My God, I have heard of this book, but I never truly believed it existed. This is the Book Of The Dead, a priceless treasure." He said in awe. Levenson kicked the sand in frustration. "I wouldn't trade you a brass spittoon for it!"

"Yeah," Mears grumbled. "it's supposed to be made of pure gold." he kicked the chest and it broke open revealing a lower compartment, nestled inside five Canopic Jars, one broken. Giles squatted down. "There gentlemen is your treasure." Wells grinned. "Well, that's more like it."

Spike, Wes and Xander lay the ancient, wooden coffin upright against the stone wall. Xander ran his hand reverently over it, it was covered in elaborate hieratics. "Look," Wes pointed. "the same lock as on the sarcophagus." Xander nodded and peered more closely. "That's strange," he frowned. "the sacred spells have been chiseled away, he must have been condemned in the next life as well as this, cursed, doomed." Spike winced. "Tough break." Xander put the key in the lock and turned it, the lid opened with a hiss and then seemed to fly off, catching Xander and sending him reeling as it thumped onto the floor. Both Spike and Wes helped him up, Spike brushed him off. Are you alright?" He asked, his face full of concern, Xander nodded. "Xander, come look."Wes was peering anxiously at the mummy. Xander and Spike gazed. "Bloody Hell, is he supposed to look like that?" Xander shook his head. "No I've never seen a mummy look like this before, he's, he's still....."

"Juicy." They said in unison.

"He's three thousand years old and it's as if he's still decomposing." Xander commented, they grimaced. Spike looked at the lid of the coffin. "Hey, look at that." He pointed, the inside of the lid was criss-crossed with deep gouge marks. Xander squatted down and placed his hand on the marks, he glanced back at the mummy. "My God, this man was buried alive." He looked more closely. "And here look, hieratics written in blood, he left a message. Spike and Wes gave each other a look. " 'Death is only the beginning.' " Wes shuddered, Spike looked around. "Where's my gun?" Xander looked up. "What are you going to do? Shoot him?"

Spike grasped his rifle. "If he wakes up, Hell yes!"
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