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 17/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Chapter 17/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Spike stood next to the trunk. "There's that we again."
"Listen to me, we have to do something." Xander slammed the trunk lid on Spike's fingers, he yelped and waved his hands in the air and pursued Xander round the room. "Once that creature is regenerated his curse will spread until the whole Earth is destroyed," Xander said over his shoulder dodging Spike. By now they were circling the table. "And is that my problem?" Spike snapped. Xander huffed. "It's everybody's problem, don't you see?"
"Bloody Hell Xander, I appreciate you saving my life and all," They circled. "and by the way, why'd you take so damn long? But when I signed on I agreed to take you out there and bring you back." Spike gestured to add emphasis. "Now I've done that, end of job, end of story, contract terminated." Xander stopped dead, his jaw dropped and a shocked look crossed his face. "Is that all I am to you, a job, a contract?" He scowled. "Nothing more than, than one of your dancing boys?" Spike blinked, how had they got from life threatening mummies to dancing boys? He frowned, Xander's expression had gone from shocked to annoyed.
"Not quite following your train of thought there Pet."
"Don't patronize me!" Xander snapped. Spike jumped. "And don't call me Pet, it's not in your contract!" He huffed.
"Well fine, either tag along with me or stay here and try and save the World," Spike paused. "What's it going to be?" He asked, staring at Xander willing the boy to see sense. Xander drew himself to his full height and stuck out his chin. "I'm staying!" He declared. Spike rolled his eyes, he couldn't back down. He slapped his hand on the trunk. "Fine, I'm leaving." He grasped the door handle, Xander stepped toward him, he couldn't back down. "Fine!" He snapped back.
Spike opened the door and stepped through, slamming it behind him.
Xander stared open mouthed at the door, he couldn't believe it! He'd left him, Spike had left him. He wasn't supposed to do that! Here he was ready and willing to admit he was homosexual, that Spike was the most glorious thing on two legs, that he liked him a lot, more than a lot actually and he was ready to burn all his bridges and take the plunge, was that a mixed metaphor? And Spike had been so unreasonable as to leave! Some men were just downright unreasonable! He pouted and put his hands on his hips.
Spike paced the hallway outside Xander's room fuming, the boy was just plain unreasonable and stubborn, not to mention funny, clever, brave, good natured and damn easy on the eye and he liked him, he cared about him. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He'd never cared for anyone in quite the same way as this stubborn boy, if it had been lust made him kiss him in the prison yard, it was love making him want to charge back in the room and drag Xander kicking and screaming if needs be, to safety.
His mind made up Spike grasped the door handle and flung the door open, that was when Xander launched his attack.
"Now look here you stubb......" Xander flung his arms round Spike's neck, the blond staggered back a couple of steps under the assault and grunted as their noses collided painfully, he yelped when their teeth clashed, certain that Xander had loosened two, possibly more and he hissed when he felt the sting of a split lip, he hated the taste of blood. Realizing that to save himself from further injury he needed to take charge he pushed Xander away. The boy's lips and chin were smeared with blood. Blood dribbled down Spike's chin as his bottom lip decided to bleed enthusiastically, Xander's eyes tracked it, he paled, his eyes rolled back and he went limp in Spike's arms. For a few moments Spike sought to hold up his beloved, then gave up and let the unconscious boy slump to the floor. He looked down in wonder, how could a boy who talked so animatedly about scrambling brains with red hot pokers and the merits of flesh eating beetles, faint at the sight of blood?
Spike's blood dripped onto Xander's nice, white shirt as Spike stepped over him and made for the bathroom to find a towel and staunch the flow of blood.
Wes patted down his pockets in search of his wallet, then realized he'd probably left it in Xander's room when he'd tried to instill into his younger brother the need to leave, sharpish; his failure was responsible for his latest drinking spree. With a word to the barman he made his way to Xander's room and seeing the door ajar hurried forward, at the sight of his prone brother, face smeared with blood and shirt spattered he rushed into the room. "Xander! My God, Xander!" He knelt down.
Spike emerged from the bathroom a white, blood smeared, hand towel pressed to his lip, Wes raised his head and his jaw dropped. "Oh My God, you too? Who was it? Who attacked you?" Spike's mumbles were muffled by the towel. Wes frowned. "Xander tried to kiss you, so you knocked him unconscious?" His frown deepened. Spike shook his head and mumbled again. "Xander tried to kiss you, you hit him and then he split your lip and you knocked him unconscious?" Wes's foggy brain tried with difficulty to gasp the concept. Spike shook his head and removed the towel. "I said you barmy git, he tried to kiss me, got a bit too enthusiastic and split my lip, might have loosened some teeth too." He ran his tongue over his teeth. Wes nodded. "So you hit him?"
"Bloody Hell, of course not! He fainted when he saw the blood." Spike said indignantly. Wes stood up and nodded. "Three thousand year old walking and talking mummies don't scare him, but he either screams like a girl or faints at the sight of blood." He shrugged. They both gazed at the prone figure a moment. Wes sighed. "Ought we to try to revive him or something?" Spike shook his head. "Best let him come round in his own time, give me a hand to get him onto the bed." Working together they got Xander onto the bed and settled on his back, Spike gazed at him, occasionally dabbing his lip. Wes looked between them and smiled a little. "Well I'll be off then, just came for my," he looked around and saw his wallet on the dresser. "ah, there it is." He picked it up and showed it to Spike. "I'll ahh, leave you two alone." Spike nodded. At the door Wes hesitated. "Try not to kill each other." Spike threw the towel as the door closed.
Spike fetched a damp wash rag from the bathroom and cleaned the blood off Xander's face, the young man murmured but didn't wake. Spike decided that to loosen some clothes was in order, so he took off Xander's tie and unbuttoned his shirt, unfastened his belt and popped the top button of his slacks. He gave serious consideration to removing the slacks altogether, but thought he might have trouble convincing Xander it had been strictly necessary. His cock however liked the idea and gave a friendly nudge to his own pants. He moved on to Xander's shoes, he unlaced one and slipped it off, leaned over and unlaced the second. Xander, always ticklish lashed out with his foot and caught Spike squarely in the balls, he gave a pained grunt and subsided to his knees beside the bed, clutching himself, tears in his eyes.
Xander came round and saw Spike beside the bed, he scrambled onto hands and knees and lent over the side and gave Spike a concerned look. "Spike, what's wrong, are you alright?" Spike raised his head and gave the boy a malevolent glare. "Bloody Hell Pet, if you want to kill me, just use a gun," he croaked and groaned. Xander looked appalled. "Kill you? I don't want to hurt you." Spike took in the concerned look in the soft brown eyes and knew, of course the boy hadn't meant to hurt him. He was a puppy, a clumsy affectionate puppy and like all pups he needed firm, gentle training, love and exercise all of which Spike could and was more than willing to supply, his face spread into a grin. Xander took his grin to indicate Spike was ready for him to continue his lip locking experiment and leaned forward. Fear crossed Spike's face and he recoiled, holding up a defensive hand. "No, no don't try and kiss me." Xander sat back on his heels looking both hurt and confused. "You don't want me to kiss you?" Spike could have sworn the bottom lip trembled, he felt like he'd just kicked the puppy and lent forward. "I think it'll be safer and less painful," he said huskily. "if this time round, if I kiss you." Xander's eyes lit up and he nodded enthusiastically. Xander shut his eyes and puckered up, Spike chuckled. "You're not kissing your maiden aunt Pet, relax." Xander opened his eyes and his mouth to tell Spike he didn't have a maiden aunt when Spike's lips landed lightly on his and his eyes fluttered shut.
If the prison kiss had been toe curling, this was mind melting. Xander's cock raised it's head and waved, his lips burned, his skin itched and tingled, the hairs stood up on his arms and his world narrowed and centered on Spike; he forgot everything.
All he knew was the scent, touch and feel of Spike.