Journey of the White Cave Clan
TITLE: Journey of the White Cave Clan
14/28
AUTHOR: Bmblbee
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Adult content. Some M/M sexual content.
Disclaimer: The Bee owns nothing including these characters.
Summary: HAU. Set in the year 5000BC Spike's clan is dying in the grip
of the last mini-ice age. While they are reluctant to leave the cave of their
ancestors, they know that they will freeze and starve if they stay. Suddenly,
they find a stranger in their midst. A member of a nomadic clan that can
show them the way to salvation.
Warnings: Not a lot of sex but what there is, is graphic.
Thanks to Naughty_Fae for the pre-read. All errors are by choice of the Bee.
Archieved at: http://www.captainperoxideandthewhelp.com/
Anyone else wishing to take it should ask first please.
Link to previous chapters HERE
Special thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banner
Spike wrapped his heaviest furs around his body and he collected his spear. He had calmed
and appeased his clan by telling them that there was no conflict between him and Xander
beyond a basic difference of cultural understanding. Although Spike could read the
clear disbelief in Willow's eyes, he had no intention of discussing it further.
When he announced that he was going out to hunt, Xander had demanded that he be allowed
to go along. Harshly he whispered, "You can't just pretend it didn't happen. Spike. We need
to talk. Let me go out with you. My pain is nearly gone and my legs are stronger. I can help
you hunt and we can talk away from your clan."
"Keep your voice down, Xander!"
A brief examination of Xander's injury and an evaluation of the Wind Clan warrior's
capabilities determined him to be fit enough, and with a huff, Spike agreed.
With that, Spike marched from the cave. Immediately he sunk to his knees in the deep snow,
and the cold pierced his skin. Showing no sign of weakness, he plodded on as Xander hurried
to catch up. Together they moved in silence as the icy wind whipped their hair around their
red, stinging faces. Hoping for an injured or frozen fox or, even better, a goose whose feet
had sealed into the ice, Spike headed for the forest and pond.
For Xander, a man who was accustomed to hunting in the worst of conditions, his eyes
squinted against the blinding glare of the sun off the snow and he scanned the surface of
the white powder. If the shelter of the tall tress didn't provide one sort of food source,
the open air may give up another. In the meantime, he wanted answers.
"You know, Spike, in my clan when a man spills his seed onto the body of someone who
has never coupled before, it is automatically assumed that they are mated. Unless I am
wrong, that is exactly what we did. In my eyes, we are mated. Why didn't you tell your clan?"
Spike continued on towards the line of trees. Because of their windbreak, the snow depth
was much less in the dense areas and he could move about more freely as he watched for
the tracks of an animal. It also gave him time to think before he answered. In his mind and
heart and by the ways of the White Clan, Spike considered himself mated too, but that was
not the issue he wanted to discuss.
When they finally reached the tree line, Spike began following the frozen moss on the sides
of the oak. It often led to the hidden dens of a family of fox, and he prayed that today they
would get lucky. If all went as he hoped, his clan would need as much nourishment as
possible. When he felt Xander close in on his left, Spike began to speak.
"I didn't tell them because my clan does not need the stress and confusion of a leader who
has mated with another clan. I need for the remaining members of the White Clan to be solid
as they stand together. As far as us spilling and rutting together, that is not important. That
is not what I want to talk about."
"Not important?"
Spike stopped walking and he turned to lock his intense blue eyes on the deep brown ones
of his new mate. When he saw the confusion and the hurt there, he looked away.
"I want you to take us to the warm lands. Show us how to follow the migrating birds. You
are right, Xander. If we don't go, all of us will die here. I know we can't go on our own.
We need someone who knows the way. Although I am still the leader of the White Cave
Clan, I need you to guide us."
Xander was dumbfounded. He really hadn't given any consideration to the repercussions of
last night beyond the fact that he was more than enamored with the man who had coaxed
him from his celibacy. Xander scowled as he now considered the alternatives. Could he
stay and live in a cave? Certainly not! He would wither and die in the forced confinement.
Did he think Spike would walk away from his own clan and become a peon, a lackey in the
Wind Clan? No way would Xander stand for that. Then what? What?
Xander turned his head as his brain looped, 'What can we do? What can we do? What can
we do?' Then he stopped as another even more distressing speculation slammed into him like
a falling rock.
"This was your plan all along wasn't it?"
Spike blinked his confusion and shook his head.
"What plan? What are you talking about?"
The more Xander thought about it the more he was certain that his conclusion was the
only reasonable one. Now he understood why copulation should be done only with the
intent of making babies and pleasing the flesh. He had foolishly allowed his feelings to
become involved.
"You used my man-part to commit me to you, knowing that I would not leave you and
your people behind when I leave. You tricked me into mating with you."
Spike stepped backward as the shock of Xander's accusation punched him in the chest.
His honor was being questioned. He was being accused of the most diabolical, devious evil
that a man could do. Xander had put into question Spike's word as a man.
"WHAT? How dare you? As I recall, it was your great, lumpy body that climbed onto me. I
did not force your breeding meat to harden and spill. You were the one that made it feel so
good that my man-part sought you out. If you did not want us to be mated you should have
kept it in your furs."
The tension seemed to melt away from Xander's body. The tone of Spike's words rang
with truth, and Xander found his error to be a great relief. Now, as Spike continued to shout
his denials and wounded pride, Xander stepped closer. He kept his spear pointed toward
the ground to show that he was no threat, and he could already feel his body beginning to
respond to his mate.
"If I wanted you to take us, I would have ordered it to be so. I am the clan leader. I don't need
to trick...hey, what are you doing? If you think I'm going to...."
The frozen noses bumped, rubbed and mashed together as both men felt the warm flush
of passion and completeness rush through them. Automatically, Spike's arms were flung
around Xander's neck and a small whimper slipped out as he tried to press as close as he
could. They sniffed each other's hair and necks to imprint the scent, and the physical
contact calmed and comforted them. In the back of their minds, they each knew they faced
an unlimited list of problems and obstacles ahead, but one thing was certain. They were
no mistake. Their mating was their destiny.
Immediately, Xander began fumbling his cold fingers through the layers of furs that
covered Spike's body as he sought the hardness he knew would be hidden. Jumping back
with a laugh and a flurry of swats, Spike ducked and dodged just out of his mate's reach.
"Oh no you don't! I have no intention of spilling into my furs. We would both be left with
a frozen puddle of ice that would be very uncomfortable."
He then pointed a stern finger that waggled in emphasis with each word.
"First we find food. Then, after we return to the cave, you and I can...."
Xander grinned like a loon as his head snapped in every direction. Suddenly he spotted
exactly what he had been watching for. A light skittering across the surface of the snow
that signaled a small flock of wild turkeys. With a wave of his spear, he cut Spike off in
mid-sentence and he shouted, "There! That way! Come on!"
With a whoop and a leap of excitement, both men took off in a wide-strided lumbering
run through the heavy, high snow banks. Driven on by the excitement and exuberance of
their newly confirmed feelings for each other, the two warriors shouted and waved their
spears high over their heads as they tracked down the small flock of wild turkeys.
Within minutes, they skidded to a halt. In front of them, snapping their beaks at the berries
of a short bush, were five scrawny feathered birds. Totally oblivious to the men behind the
trees, the turkeys gobbled, ruffled their feathers and trotted around on the surface of the snow crust.
It was as if Spike and Xander had hunted together a thousand times. With a few general
hand signals, they separated and circled around as they carefully closed in. They silently
moved into position while never taking their eyes off their prey. And then they pounced!
"Willow! Harmony! Lida! Dawn!"
The sun was centered high in the clear blue sky when the two-man hunting party returned
in triumph. Xander had three turkeys slung over his shoulder and Spike carried two. As soon
as they entered the cave, Spike summoned the women to prepare the abundance of food for
the clan's evening meal.
When the dead birds were dropped to the cave floor, the women gleefully slipped to their
knees and colorful feathers began to fly everywhere. Penn gave Spike a congratulatory slap
on the back and he gave Xander a suspicious glare. It was hard to look at the stranger and
not imagine the images that would accompany the din and racket of his rutting. Penn wanted
to ask Spike about it, but he and Willow had agreed to wait until Spike himself brought the
odd subject to the forefront.
Spike picked up a narrow tree branch and wrapped the end of it in dry cave moss that he
scraped from the high walls. He shook it to assure it was tightly bound and he stuck the end
of it into the cave's campfire, igniting it.
"While they clean and prepare the food, Xander and I need to talk. Alone. We are going to
the far turn of the cave, past the whistling wind to the dark place of the ancient ones. None
of you are to follow. We are not to be disturbed. When the sun has set and the food is
prepared, we will return and at that time, we must have a clan meeting where all voices will
be heard."
The rest of the clan shared a look amongst themselves that said they read the seriousness in
their leader's voice. Coy turned a frightened face toward Dawn. "Is Spike mad at us?"
Dawn patted his arm reassuringly. "No, honey, whatever it is, it will be all right. Come
on. Spike wants us to clean these birds and get them cut up for the spits. Why don't you
help me?"
Coy nodded happily and sat near his intended, eager to do whatever task she assigned him.
The others went about their chores with nervous apprehension. Penn was especially upset
and the worst part was that he had no one to blame but himself. He should never have
insisted they bring this dangerous stranger into their midst.
Before Xander's arrival, Penn had been Spike's right-hand man. His best friend since
childhood and the White Clan's second in command. Spike valued Penn's opinion and
regularly asked his counsel. Now, he felt discarded. He was left standing with the women
while Spike and Xander went off on their own for reasons that Penn was not privy to. To
a place that Penn had never seen.
Even more confusing was the memory of the sounds of the night before. There was no
denying the sounds of a furious rut and it was clearly Spike's voice, but what could that
mean? Penn had never heard of two men rutting together. Was it the way of the Wind
Clan? Even more troubling was the question of what kind of magic Xander had cast in
order to force Spike's man-part to harden without the touch of a woman.
Was Spike turning his back on the ancient traditions of the White Clan and adopting the
bizarre habits of Xander's people?
It was a terrifying thought. If they lost the ways of the ancients, the White Cave Clan would
cease to exist.
14/28
AUTHOR: Bmblbee
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Adult content. Some M/M sexual content.
Disclaimer: The Bee owns nothing including these characters.
Summary: HAU. Set in the year 5000BC Spike's clan is dying in the grip
of the last mini-ice age. While they are reluctant to leave the cave of their
ancestors, they know that they will freeze and starve if they stay. Suddenly,
they find a stranger in their midst. A member of a nomadic clan that can
show them the way to salvation.
Warnings: Not a lot of sex but what there is, is graphic.
Thanks to Naughty_Fae for the pre-read. All errors are by choice of the Bee.
Archieved at: http://www.captainperoxideandthewhelp.com/
Anyone else wishing to take it should ask first please.
Link to previous chapters HERE
Special thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banner
Spike wrapped his heaviest furs around his body and he collected his spear. He had calmed
and appeased his clan by telling them that there was no conflict between him and Xander
beyond a basic difference of cultural understanding. Although Spike could read the
clear disbelief in Willow's eyes, he had no intention of discussing it further.
When he announced that he was going out to hunt, Xander had demanded that he be allowed
to go along. Harshly he whispered, "You can't just pretend it didn't happen. Spike. We need
to talk. Let me go out with you. My pain is nearly gone and my legs are stronger. I can help
you hunt and we can talk away from your clan."
"Keep your voice down, Xander!"
A brief examination of Xander's injury and an evaluation of the Wind Clan warrior's
capabilities determined him to be fit enough, and with a huff, Spike agreed.
With that, Spike marched from the cave. Immediately he sunk to his knees in the deep snow,
and the cold pierced his skin. Showing no sign of weakness, he plodded on as Xander hurried
to catch up. Together they moved in silence as the icy wind whipped their hair around their
red, stinging faces. Hoping for an injured or frozen fox or, even better, a goose whose feet
had sealed into the ice, Spike headed for the forest and pond.
For Xander, a man who was accustomed to hunting in the worst of conditions, his eyes
squinted against the blinding glare of the sun off the snow and he scanned the surface of
the white powder. If the shelter of the tall tress didn't provide one sort of food source,
the open air may give up another. In the meantime, he wanted answers.
"You know, Spike, in my clan when a man spills his seed onto the body of someone who
has never coupled before, it is automatically assumed that they are mated. Unless I am
wrong, that is exactly what we did. In my eyes, we are mated. Why didn't you tell your clan?"
Spike continued on towards the line of trees. Because of their windbreak, the snow depth
was much less in the dense areas and he could move about more freely as he watched for
the tracks of an animal. It also gave him time to think before he answered. In his mind and
heart and by the ways of the White Clan, Spike considered himself mated too, but that was
not the issue he wanted to discuss.
When they finally reached the tree line, Spike began following the frozen moss on the sides
of the oak. It often led to the hidden dens of a family of fox, and he prayed that today they
would get lucky. If all went as he hoped, his clan would need as much nourishment as
possible. When he felt Xander close in on his left, Spike began to speak.
"I didn't tell them because my clan does not need the stress and confusion of a leader who
has mated with another clan. I need for the remaining members of the White Clan to be solid
as they stand together. As far as us spilling and rutting together, that is not important. That
is not what I want to talk about."
"Not important?"
Spike stopped walking and he turned to lock his intense blue eyes on the deep brown ones
of his new mate. When he saw the confusion and the hurt there, he looked away.
"I want you to take us to the warm lands. Show us how to follow the migrating birds. You
are right, Xander. If we don't go, all of us will die here. I know we can't go on our own.
We need someone who knows the way. Although I am still the leader of the White Cave
Clan, I need you to guide us."
Xander was dumbfounded. He really hadn't given any consideration to the repercussions of
last night beyond the fact that he was more than enamored with the man who had coaxed
him from his celibacy. Xander scowled as he now considered the alternatives. Could he
stay and live in a cave? Certainly not! He would wither and die in the forced confinement.
Did he think Spike would walk away from his own clan and become a peon, a lackey in the
Wind Clan? No way would Xander stand for that. Then what? What?
Xander turned his head as his brain looped, 'What can we do? What can we do? What can
we do?' Then he stopped as another even more distressing speculation slammed into him like
a falling rock.
"This was your plan all along wasn't it?"
Spike blinked his confusion and shook his head.
"What plan? What are you talking about?"
The more Xander thought about it the more he was certain that his conclusion was the
only reasonable one. Now he understood why copulation should be done only with the
intent of making babies and pleasing the flesh. He had foolishly allowed his feelings to
become involved.
"You used my man-part to commit me to you, knowing that I would not leave you and
your people behind when I leave. You tricked me into mating with you."
Spike stepped backward as the shock of Xander's accusation punched him in the chest.
His honor was being questioned. He was being accused of the most diabolical, devious evil
that a man could do. Xander had put into question Spike's word as a man.
"WHAT? How dare you? As I recall, it was your great, lumpy body that climbed onto me. I
did not force your breeding meat to harden and spill. You were the one that made it feel so
good that my man-part sought you out. If you did not want us to be mated you should have
kept it in your furs."
The tension seemed to melt away from Xander's body. The tone of Spike's words rang
with truth, and Xander found his error to be a great relief. Now, as Spike continued to shout
his denials and wounded pride, Xander stepped closer. He kept his spear pointed toward
the ground to show that he was no threat, and he could already feel his body beginning to
respond to his mate.
"If I wanted you to take us, I would have ordered it to be so. I am the clan leader. I don't need
to trick...hey, what are you doing? If you think I'm going to...."
The frozen noses bumped, rubbed and mashed together as both men felt the warm flush
of passion and completeness rush through them. Automatically, Spike's arms were flung
around Xander's neck and a small whimper slipped out as he tried to press as close as he
could. They sniffed each other's hair and necks to imprint the scent, and the physical
contact calmed and comforted them. In the back of their minds, they each knew they faced
an unlimited list of problems and obstacles ahead, but one thing was certain. They were
no mistake. Their mating was their destiny.
Immediately, Xander began fumbling his cold fingers through the layers of furs that
covered Spike's body as he sought the hardness he knew would be hidden. Jumping back
with a laugh and a flurry of swats, Spike ducked and dodged just out of his mate's reach.
"Oh no you don't! I have no intention of spilling into my furs. We would both be left with
a frozen puddle of ice that would be very uncomfortable."
He then pointed a stern finger that waggled in emphasis with each word.
"First we find food. Then, after we return to the cave, you and I can...."
Xander grinned like a loon as his head snapped in every direction. Suddenly he spotted
exactly what he had been watching for. A light skittering across the surface of the snow
that signaled a small flock of wild turkeys. With a wave of his spear, he cut Spike off in
mid-sentence and he shouted, "There! That way! Come on!"
With a whoop and a leap of excitement, both men took off in a wide-strided lumbering
run through the heavy, high snow banks. Driven on by the excitement and exuberance of
their newly confirmed feelings for each other, the two warriors shouted and waved their
spears high over their heads as they tracked down the small flock of wild turkeys.
Within minutes, they skidded to a halt. In front of them, snapping their beaks at the berries
of a short bush, were five scrawny feathered birds. Totally oblivious to the men behind the
trees, the turkeys gobbled, ruffled their feathers and trotted around on the surface of the snow crust.
It was as if Spike and Xander had hunted together a thousand times. With a few general
hand signals, they separated and circled around as they carefully closed in. They silently
moved into position while never taking their eyes off their prey. And then they pounced!
"Willow! Harmony! Lida! Dawn!"
The sun was centered high in the clear blue sky when the two-man hunting party returned
in triumph. Xander had three turkeys slung over his shoulder and Spike carried two. As soon
as they entered the cave, Spike summoned the women to prepare the abundance of food for
the clan's evening meal.
When the dead birds were dropped to the cave floor, the women gleefully slipped to their
knees and colorful feathers began to fly everywhere. Penn gave Spike a congratulatory slap
on the back and he gave Xander a suspicious glare. It was hard to look at the stranger and
not imagine the images that would accompany the din and racket of his rutting. Penn wanted
to ask Spike about it, but he and Willow had agreed to wait until Spike himself brought the
odd subject to the forefront.
Spike picked up a narrow tree branch and wrapped the end of it in dry cave moss that he
scraped from the high walls. He shook it to assure it was tightly bound and he stuck the end
of it into the cave's campfire, igniting it.
"While they clean and prepare the food, Xander and I need to talk. Alone. We are going to
the far turn of the cave, past the whistling wind to the dark place of the ancient ones. None
of you are to follow. We are not to be disturbed. When the sun has set and the food is
prepared, we will return and at that time, we must have a clan meeting where all voices will
be heard."
The rest of the clan shared a look amongst themselves that said they read the seriousness in
their leader's voice. Coy turned a frightened face toward Dawn. "Is Spike mad at us?"
Dawn patted his arm reassuringly. "No, honey, whatever it is, it will be all right. Come
on. Spike wants us to clean these birds and get them cut up for the spits. Why don't you
help me?"
Coy nodded happily and sat near his intended, eager to do whatever task she assigned him.
The others went about their chores with nervous apprehension. Penn was especially upset
and the worst part was that he had no one to blame but himself. He should never have
insisted they bring this dangerous stranger into their midst.
Before Xander's arrival, Penn had been Spike's right-hand man. His best friend since
childhood and the White Clan's second in command. Spike valued Penn's opinion and
regularly asked his counsel. Now, he felt discarded. He was left standing with the women
while Spike and Xander went off on their own for reasons that Penn was not privy to. To
a place that Penn had never seen.
Even more confusing was the memory of the sounds of the night before. There was no
denying the sounds of a furious rut and it was clearly Spike's voice, but what could that
mean? Penn had never heard of two men rutting together. Was it the way of the Wind
Clan? Even more troubling was the question of what kind of magic Xander had cast in
order to force Spike's man-part to harden without the touch of a woman.
Was Spike turning his back on the ancient traditions of the White Clan and adopting the
bizarre habits of Xander's people?
It was a terrifying thought. If they lost the ways of the ancients, the White Cave Clan would
cease to exist.