naughty_fae (naughty_fae) wrote in bloodclaim,


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 19/31 + Prologue

Rating: NC17 Overall

Chapter 19/31 + Prologue

Rating: NC17 Overall

For half an hour they cuddled, Xander drifting in an out of sleep. Outside dark clouds filled the sky, a wind arose suddenly and whistled round the building, thunder rolled, lightning zigzagged across the sky but there was no rain. Spike grew more and more uneasy. He gently shook Xander awake and the boy grinned sleepily at him. Spike brushed a stray lock of hair away from his eyes. "Pet, I need to go and see Wes, find out what's going on." Xander nodded and his eyelids fluttered shut. Spike grinned, the condition of the boy massaged his ego no end. He dressed and got Xander under the covers writing a quick note in case the boy awoke before he returned.

Gone to the bar to see Wes. I won't be long, if I'm not back, come and join us, otherwise DON'T leave the room.
Love you,

He kissed Xander on the forehead and quietly left the room. Spike made is way to the bar with a spring in his step, love in his heart and a smile on his dick.

Wes was leaning on the bar, he saw Spike coming and noted the spring in his walk, he looked for Xander and frowned. "You haven't knocked him out again, have you?" He handed Spike a glass of whisky. Spike rolled his eyes. "I told you I never hit him, he fainted." Wes nodded. "He's sleeping," he grinned. "needs some rest." Wes gave him a quizzical look and then his face brightened. "Ahhhh, I take it everything went well?" Spike's grin widened. "Very well." They chuckled, Wes slapped him on the back and held out his hand. "Welcome to the family old chap." They shook hands, thunder rolled overhead and Spike looked up. "Sounds like quite a storm brewing." Wes nodded.

An older man staggered and bumped into Spike. "I say apologies old chap." He swayed and grinned, Spike nodded. "How's it going Winston?" The man twirled his walrus moustache and peered at him. "Ahhh Barstow, good to see another Brit old boy." He staggered spilling his drink on his World War One, Fighter Pilot uniform, Spike steadied him. "I'm the last of the Royal Force still stationed here, you know? All the other laddies died in the air and were buried in the sand." Spike took his empty glass and filled it and handed it back. "I say, jolly decent of you Barstow." Spike nodded. "Take it easy Winston." Winston made no move to leave. "Ever since the end of the Great War, there hasn't been a single challenge worthy of a man like me," he slurred. Spike sighed. "Heard it before Winston, bit busy here." He pointed Winston toward some other patrons. Winston turned round and staggered up to Wes " I just wish I would've chucked it with the other laddies, gone down in a flame of glory, instead of sitting around here, rotting from boredom and booze!" Wes nodded. "Bad luck." He steered him toward another group of patrons and Winston staggered happily away.

Spike turned to Wes. "Tell me, has Xander always been so..... stubborn?" Wes nodded and took a drink. "Oh yes, once he decides on something there's no moving him." They chuckled.

Levenson and Mears sauntered up. "Well we're all packed, but damn boat doesn't sail till tomorrow." Mears growled. "Off are you, tails between your legs?" Wes scoffed. "You need talk," Levenson nodded. "you haven't got some sacred, cursed, walking corpse after you". They poured themselves a drink. Mears studied Spike, taking in the red nose and the swollen, split lip. "What happened to you Barstow, been in a fight?" Wes splutterd and chuckled. "Lord no, he had sex with my brother." Spike shot him a hard glare. The Americans gave each other a look. "Damn must have been quite a session." Mears chuckled. "I'd have paid good American to see that!" Levenson grinned. Spike's face slid into a broad smile and they slapped his back and they all chuckled. Spike looked at Mears. "How's Wells?"

"He had his eyes and his tongue ripped out, how would you be?" He turned and moved to a table. Wes, Spike and Levenson joined him.

In Wells room a strange robed figure sat opposite Wells, Oz stood by his chair. "Spectacles, drawer there," Wells slurred round his missing tongue. "As you can see, I have no use for them." He indicated his bandaged eyes. Oz poured some tea and handed it to him. "Prince Angelus thanks you." He opened the drawer and handed the spectacles to Angelus dressed in fine robes and wearing an elaborate face mask, he put them on and the room slid into focus and he smiled, showing his rotted teeth through the mouth hole. Wells dabbed his mouth. "Please thank the Prince for taking the time to visit me, he is most kind."

"The Prince wishes to thank you for your spectacles.... Your eyes and.... Your tongue." Wells face changed into a puzzled frown. " But I am afraid more is needed," Oz continued. " the Prince says he must finish the job, consummate the curse which you and your friends have brought down upon yourselves." A look of terror crossed Wells face as Angelus removed the mask, revealing his shattered skull and rotting flesh, in his hand he clutched a Canopic Jar.

Xander read the note and picked his slacks, underpants, vest and tie from the floor. His legs ached and his anus felt slightly sore, there was a lingering sensation of having something large in his rectum, he smiled at the memory, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. He dressed and put his bloody shirt in some cold water in the bathroom sink to steep. He surveyed the chaos of his room, clothes strewn everywhere and sighed, hunting for another shirt.

They clinked their glasses together. "Good luck mates" Spike toasted and they slugged down the whisky immediately spitting it out along with the rest of the bar. "Bloody Hell tastes just like.... blood." Spike's head snapped up and he looked a the bar's ornate fountain, running red with blood. He stood, the glass falling from is hand. "And the rivers and waters of Egypt ran red and were as blood." Wes quoted. A look of horror crossed Spike's face. "He's here." He turned and ran toward the stairs. "Who?" Wes frowned. "The bloody mummy!" Spike shouted over his shoulder taking the stairs two at a time. "Xander!" Spike cannoned into the room.

"Xan....." His name died on his lips as he looked around the empty room, Xander was gone.
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