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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 22/31 + Prologue

Rating: NC17 Overall



Chapter 22/31 + Prologue

Rating: NC17 Overall

They listened in silence as the story unfolded of the doomed love affair, every now and again Spike and Xander glanced at each other and Xander made small, sympathetic noises. When it was finished everyone sighed and Xander spoke up. "It's sad really, I mean they shouldn't have killed the pharaoh but all they did was fall in love." He glanced at Spike. Ardeth shook his head. "The Hom Di was not bestowed lightly, do not waste your sympathy my young kind-hearted friend, Angelus was a powerful and evil man." For a few moments the silence continued and then the Curator spoke. "If that portrait is an accurate representation of Xan-uk-amun it would seem that Angelus sees Xander's resemblance and has two options open to him once he regenerates."

"And those would be?" Spike questioned. Ardeth Bay unfolded his arms. "To raise Xan-uk-amun from the dead using the same incantation from The Book of The Dead as he tried originally, or," he glanced at Xander. "he may have decided Mr Harris resembles Xan-uk-amun enough to exchange souls." The Curator nodded. "Calling the soul from the Underworld would be relatively simple for someone like Angelus, once summoned it goes either into Xan-uk-amun's body or Xander's."

Xander raised his head. "What happens to mine?" The Curator sighed. "It replaces Xan-uk-amun's in the Underworld, in short his soul takes over your body."

"And at that point you become Xan-uk-amun, Xander Harris no longer exists." Ardeth Bay finished.

"Bloody Hell!" Spike grasped Xander's hand. "Not going to let it happen Pet."

"From the creature's point of view it has certain advantages." The Curator continued. "The ceremony is shorter, less complicated."

"There is no need for fresh organs, since the body is already living." Ardeth Bay nodded.

Wes winced. "Fresh organs?"

"Summoning the soul is only half the ceremony, to re-animate the corpse and make it live, the internal organs must be replaced. The first time Xan-uk-amun's own organs could be used as he was newly dead, but now they're three thousand years old." The Curator explained.

"And we know my ancestor smashed the Canopic Jar containing the heart, rendering it useless." The Medjai shrugged. Spike frowned. "So he needs to sacrifice someone to get fresh organs?" The Curator and Medjai nodded. "And that would be.........?" Spike paused.

"Xander!" They all chorused, Xander paled. "So either way, I die."

Wes sighed deeply. "Rotten luck old chap."

The Curator stood. "On the contrary, it may afford us the time we need to kill the creature." Ardeth Bay looked skyward through a high window. "We are going to need all the help we can get," everyone looked up. "his powers are growing." The black disc of the Moon moved slowly across the Sun in Total Eclipse and the room was plunged into darkness. The Curator hurriedly lit an oil lamp.

"And he stretched forth his hands towards the heavens, and there was darkness throughout the land of Egypt." Wes muttered.

"So it begins. Tonight is a Full Moon." Ardeth Bay stated. "The Moon of Osiris."

The mood in the hotel room was somber, Spike gazed out of the window at the Eclipse. "We have to stop the creature regenerating." Xander moved beside him. "It's our only chance, once that's complete," he shook his head. Spike turned. "He regenerates by killing everyone who opened that chest, right?" The Americans nodded dumbly. "Besides Wells and you two, who else was there?" Levenson looked up. "The Egyptologist, Mr Giles."

"What about my mate Oz?"

"Nah, he hauled ass before we opened it." Mears shook his head at Spike. "Sounds like Oz," Spike muttered. Xander turned from the window. "We must find Mr Giles and bring him to the safety of the fort before the creature can get to him."

"Right, you stay here," Spike pointed at Xander. "The rest with me." Spike made for the door.

"The Hell with that idea, I'm not going." Mears huffed. "Yeah I'm not leaving this fort for nuthin'." Levenson stated. "Who died and made you Pharaoh?" Xander protested. "I won't be left behind like, like some old piece of luggage. I'm the one responsible for this mess and I intend to be the one to clean it up!

Spike gave a lengthy put upon sigh, dancing boys weren't nearly as much trouble, but he wasn't in love with one of them. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. He moved with feline grace and speed, gasped Xander round the waist and half dragged, half carried him kicking and protesting toward the bedroom. "Wes do something, Barstow don't you dare! Wes, stop him!" Xander yelled.

Wes got to his feet. "I would old chap, only he's your and.....and he has muscles."

Spike tossed Xander onto the bed and sprinted for the door, Xander leapt after him, he stepped through and slammed the door in Xander's face and locked it. Xander rattled the handle and pounded on the door. "Spike don't you dare! Don't you dare leave me in here! Let me out!" He pounded. "Spike, I'm warning you, Spike!" Spike grabbed Mears by the shirt and yanked him to him, pressing the key into his hand. "He doesn't come out," he glanced at Levenson. "no-one goes in and you two don't move until I get back. If anything happens to him I'll make you wish the creature had got you....Right?" He glared at both Mears and Levenson, they nodded. "Right," they replied nervously together. He let Mears go. "Wes, with me." He strode toward the door.

"Me?" Wes pointed to himself. "I thought I'd stay here and umm hold the fort as it were."

"Now!"

Wes hurried after Spike. "I'll just go and help him rescue the Egyptologist chappie." Xander's voice floated after them through the door. "And what's more, stop calling me Pet!"

HAMUNAPTRA has been nominated in the Running With Scissors Awards in the category The "Bloody Colonials" {Alternative Universe/Human}. Thank you to whoever nominated me. rwsawards
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