Journey of the White Cave Clan
TITLE: Journey of the White Cave Clan
17/28
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
As the meat was prepared and the shares were divided up, Xander took the time to look
over what was left of the White Cave Clan and he wondered why on earth he had agreed
to such a foolish undertaking. Clearly, this group was in no physical shape to attempt the
journey that faced them. They were underfed, slightly dehydrated and they wore their furs
in a manner that was not conducive to extended periods of time in the brutal elements.
How did Spike talk him into this? Spike. Xander stared at the leader of the cave people.
He watched the soft, pink lips as they formed the words of comfort and encouragement and
the beautiful blue eyes that sparkled and danced with the reflection of the fire. Xander
silently observed the flex and flow of Spike's muscular body as the white-haired clan
leader wrapped his arms around his knees while he interacted affectionately with his people.
The sight of his man stirred the memory of the things they had done in the chamber of
bones. They had stripped down naked and released each other's seed three times while
exploring every hidden place and private body part. Xander may have lied about the men
in his tribe rutting together, but he knew what he felt for Spike was no lie. Xander could
never have imagined such pleasures in another person's body as he found in Spike.
But it was more than the excitement of the flesh. Spike was like no man Xander had ever
met. He displayed the feelings and compassions of a female for its cub, yet Spike was a
strong and brave clan leader. He was a contradiction in terms. He was fascinating. He
was everything Xander wanted in a mate, and Xander had a sneaking feeling that if he
wasn't careful, Spike just might make him a better man.
And that was why he had agreed to this doomed journey. Because while at first, he had
been thinking with his man-part, now his whole damn heart was involved.
"Xander?"
"What?"
"I said, if you are ready, we want to hear what you have to say about the journey."
Xander clamped his teeth down on the overcooked meat at the end of his spit. He jerked it
off and chewed it up as he thought about where to begin. After swallowing, he gave a nod of
his head and he sorted out his thoughts, putting them into words.
"This journey is long and very hard. To be honest, not all of you will live to see the end of
it. You have to understand that and be prepared for hardships along the way. The
most important thing to understand is that once we begin, there is no stopping and no
turning back. Now, we are already starting late so the first part of our journey must cover
as much ground as possible. The moon is at its fullest light tonight, by the time it is full
again, we must be at the place of high hills and waterfalls. If we can get to there, the hills
have caves much like this one and we can bed in and rest for two days' time. If we have
not gone that far, there can be no time of rest, we will have to journey on."
The others ate quietly and fearfully as they tried to absorb what he was saying. Lida sat
quietly at the far side of the fire. Up to this point she had said little and had gone about
the preparation of the food as though it were any other night within the cave. Now as
Xander paused, she spoke up.
"I will not be going."
"Lida! What are you saying?"
Lida patted her husband's cheek and she reached for the hand of her beloved daughter,
Dawn, who also stared at her mother with a horrified expression.
"I mean what I said. My body is bent and aches with the cold and age. I can't make a
journey such as he describes. I was born into this cave and I have always known that I would
die here. I have no desire to freeze in the cold wind and snow far from my home."
Her announcement caused a short burst of chaos as the others shouted. Badger declared
his allegiance to his woman while Dawn sobbed that she would not go without her parents.
Coy, in turn, became frightened by the prospect of being separated from the female he had
waited patiently for and already held his heart. As far as Xander was concerned, he found
this to be more than acceptable. Weeding out the weak and infirm at the start of the trip
made the walking easier and faster. Unfortunately, he should have known that Spike would
not agree.
"No! We are White Clan! We are more than the cave in which we live. We are one clan.
We are one people and where one goes, so go we all. I foolishly allowed part of our people
to leave us and begin their own journey, and the division weakened us. We will not allow
that again. Our strength is in our standing together. If one goes, we all go. If one stays,
we all stay. If any of us has trouble on this journey, the rest will lend a hand."
Xander frowned and tried to talk some sense into his mate. Spike, if she thinks...."
"No, Xander. No. You are our guide and you are my mate, but I am still White Clan and we
will not leave anyone behind."
Their leader's conviction seemed to calm the others, and silence again fell around the fire
as Xander sighed with disgust and continued his speech.
"Formation is critical. The strongest male takes the lead. In this case, it will be me because
I know the way. The other men surround the women and assure their safety and well-being.
The men at the sides are to always keep an eye out for any animals that can be tracked and
killed to feed the clan. On a good day, the clan will eat twice. In the evening at the fire,
each member is given a share. You eat most of it at night and save a small part to eat in
the morning before we start out. On the bad days, you will walk hungry."
The others looked at the shares of meat they still had on their spits and what they hadn't
eaten was removed from the sticks and held for the morning. When Xander saw that they
had understood and made the adjustment, he went on.
"When we leave in the morning, the men will each strap a tied bundle of sticks for firewood
to his back, and the women will fill their pouches with dry moss. We must always be prepared
to build a night fire to protect us from the wolves and predators. If we are in a place
that has wood available, we conserve and continue to carry what we can. The young boys
will carry the gut skins for fresh water. If we have to we can melt snow, but water from the
earth springs is better. Now, we need to talk about your furs. It is critical that you have a
fur over your head so that you can block the winds and ice from your face. Keep your
hands covered. If the ice claims your fingers, they turn black and rot. But your feet are the
most important thing. Before you tie your furs onto your feet, there are things you can do to
help keep the cold out. All of the feathers from the turkeys can be divided up among you.
Place a layer of the feathers between your feet and furs. It will help. Tie the bindings
tightly around your ankles to prevent the snow from getting in."
As the magnitude of what they were being told settled into the clan, the fear level again
rose. There were details they had never considered and it spoke of a lifestyle that none of
them wanted. Even Spike began to have doubts. Perhaps he had misunderstood what
the ancients had whispered. Maybe they could still survive here in their home. No. He
knew they had run out of options and any sign of indecision would appear as weakness.
His resolve would stay as sharp as his spear. His people needed his conviction.
"We will do whatever you advise. My clan will do as you say."
Xander briefly considered simply slipping away under the cover of darkness. On his own,
he could surely catch up with the Wind Clan and his life would go back to the way it was.
He would challenge Liam as clan leader and he would personally kick the shit out of Web
for the boy's treachery. If only Spike would come with him. He could not leave without
Spike, and Spike would not leave without his people. Damn. Xander heaved a sigh and
he shook his head. That whole line of thought was a circle without end.
"It is late. The moon is already high in the sky. We need to sleep, and first thing in the
morning we will begin our journey."
Spike agreed, and whether it was out of habit or the need to hang on one last time to
the traditions of the past, he built the cave fire high and warm. He listened until the others
were settled in at the back of the main chamber and then he and Xander stretched out by
the fire.
"Maybe we shouldn't rut tonight. I don't think your people like me much and they may resent
us pleasuring each other."
Spike laid down on his back and tugged the larger man in encouragement to climb on
him. Although he wouldn't admit it, the leader of the White Clan was frightened of the
future and the solid weight of his mate brought him great comfort.
"No. My people need to hear their leader rutting. It will reassure them that all will be well.
A clan leader that is satisfied and free to spill his seed with another is a leader who brings abundance to his clan."
Xander stared down into the troubled blue eyes and his heart ached to find a way to console
his chosen partner. He wanted to promise Spike that all would be well and the journey would
see them safely into a new world, but Xander knew that was a lie. He could just look at
the White Clan people and pick out the ones who would die as they walked. And since
Xander would not lie, and being needlessly honest would be cruel, he did the only thing he could.
Gently, he untied the binding that held Spike's furs and he pushed them from his mate's
body. Unlike Xander's, the hair on Spike's chest and arms was pale and fine and the nest
that framed his man-part was soft and nearly as white as the hair on his head. Lowering his
face, Xander started at Spike's flat stomach and he began to sniff in order to know and embed
the very fabric of Spike's being into Xander's mind.
Spike shuddered in pleasure as his body accepted the attention and his cock slowly filled and
rose to meet the face that was working its way down. The predominant scent on Spike's
chest was that of the skins of the animals he wore. As Xander drifted further, the smell
turned sharp and sour. It was the odor of their expended seed from the chamber of bones.
The smell sparked the vivid memories and his excitement grew. Scooting around,
Xander pressed his own rigid erection against the soft thigh of his lover and he began to hump
as his nose dove in to the crevasse between Spike's stone sac and his thigh. The smell there
was glorious and Xander couldn't get enough as he snuffled and snorted. Then in a show
of affection, Xander did what seemed perfectly natural. He bumped his nose against
the wrinkled stone sac and the hooded, pink man-meat.
Spike's response was immediate. He dug his fingers into the thick wild mane of dark hair as
his hips arched up. His legs opened wider and the only sound he could make was a long,
low groan of pure pleasure that echoed off the walls of the cave. By the third moan, the
chorus was picked up by the couples in the far end of the cave and they sang the same sad
song of love and comfort.
Then, in what seemed like the logical progression, Xander tasted what had smelled so good.
The tip of his tongue tentatively tickled the root of the hard, ready flesh. When the flavor
that filled his mouth shot hot waves of pleasure toward his own needy cock, he slapped his
hot, wet tongue against the thick man-part and he licked the whole way up, ending with a
swipe across the leaking tip.
"Oh, oh, yes! Again! Please. Do that again!"
The eager response and the feel of Xander's cock squeezing and humping against Spike's leg
had both men moaning, cursing and shouting their pleasures, which triggered the rest of the
clan. The couples rutted frantically and the unmated members smiled and dreamed of the
day that they would know such love and joy. Andy and Coy took matters into their own
hands and rutted with their fists and fingers.
Within moments, as Xander licked and slurped, Spike's cock jerked and spewed hot strings
of white seed onto Xander's face. The shock and intimacy caused the bigger man to grab
himself and after four rough strokes, he poured the seed of the Wind Clan onto Spike's leg
as the future of the White Clan dried on his cheek. When he was spent, Xander crawled up
to rest by his man, unsure how Spike would feel about the things he had just done. It was
hardly the actions of a clan leader. It was more the rutting of wild animals.
Hesitantly, Xander lifted his hooded eyes and looked into Spike's. What he saw stunned
him. Spike was smiling. He had never seen Spike smile. It was a sight that shamed the
sun itself and Xander found himself grinning back. Before they knew what was happening,
they started to giggle and then laugh out loud.
As the others of the clan completed their ruts, the leaders bumped noses and settled in for
their last night in the cave of the White Clan.
17/28
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
As the meat was prepared and the shares were divided up, Xander took the time to look
over what was left of the White Cave Clan and he wondered why on earth he had agreed
to such a foolish undertaking. Clearly, this group was in no physical shape to attempt the
journey that faced them. They were underfed, slightly dehydrated and they wore their furs
in a manner that was not conducive to extended periods of time in the brutal elements.
How did Spike talk him into this? Spike. Xander stared at the leader of the cave people.
He watched the soft, pink lips as they formed the words of comfort and encouragement and
the beautiful blue eyes that sparkled and danced with the reflection of the fire. Xander
silently observed the flex and flow of Spike's muscular body as the white-haired clan
leader wrapped his arms around his knees while he interacted affectionately with his people.
The sight of his man stirred the memory of the things they had done in the chamber of
bones. They had stripped down naked and released each other's seed three times while
exploring every hidden place and private body part. Xander may have lied about the men
in his tribe rutting together, but he knew what he felt for Spike was no lie. Xander could
never have imagined such pleasures in another person's body as he found in Spike.
But it was more than the excitement of the flesh. Spike was like no man Xander had ever
met. He displayed the feelings and compassions of a female for its cub, yet Spike was a
strong and brave clan leader. He was a contradiction in terms. He was fascinating. He
was everything Xander wanted in a mate, and Xander had a sneaking feeling that if he
wasn't careful, Spike just might make him a better man.
And that was why he had agreed to this doomed journey. Because while at first, he had
been thinking with his man-part, now his whole damn heart was involved.
"Xander?"
"What?"
"I said, if you are ready, we want to hear what you have to say about the journey."
Xander clamped his teeth down on the overcooked meat at the end of his spit. He jerked it
off and chewed it up as he thought about where to begin. After swallowing, he gave a nod of
his head and he sorted out his thoughts, putting them into words.
"This journey is long and very hard. To be honest, not all of you will live to see the end of
it. You have to understand that and be prepared for hardships along the way. The
most important thing to understand is that once we begin, there is no stopping and no
turning back. Now, we are already starting late so the first part of our journey must cover
as much ground as possible. The moon is at its fullest light tonight, by the time it is full
again, we must be at the place of high hills and waterfalls. If we can get to there, the hills
have caves much like this one and we can bed in and rest for two days' time. If we have
not gone that far, there can be no time of rest, we will have to journey on."
The others ate quietly and fearfully as they tried to absorb what he was saying. Lida sat
quietly at the far side of the fire. Up to this point she had said little and had gone about
the preparation of the food as though it were any other night within the cave. Now as
Xander paused, she spoke up.
"I will not be going."
"Lida! What are you saying?"
Lida patted her husband's cheek and she reached for the hand of her beloved daughter,
Dawn, who also stared at her mother with a horrified expression.
"I mean what I said. My body is bent and aches with the cold and age. I can't make a
journey such as he describes. I was born into this cave and I have always known that I would
die here. I have no desire to freeze in the cold wind and snow far from my home."
Her announcement caused a short burst of chaos as the others shouted. Badger declared
his allegiance to his woman while Dawn sobbed that she would not go without her parents.
Coy, in turn, became frightened by the prospect of being separated from the female he had
waited patiently for and already held his heart. As far as Xander was concerned, he found
this to be more than acceptable. Weeding out the weak and infirm at the start of the trip
made the walking easier and faster. Unfortunately, he should have known that Spike would
not agree.
"No! We are White Clan! We are more than the cave in which we live. We are one clan.
We are one people and where one goes, so go we all. I foolishly allowed part of our people
to leave us and begin their own journey, and the division weakened us. We will not allow
that again. Our strength is in our standing together. If one goes, we all go. If one stays,
we all stay. If any of us has trouble on this journey, the rest will lend a hand."
Xander frowned and tried to talk some sense into his mate. Spike, if she thinks...."
"No, Xander. No. You are our guide and you are my mate, but I am still White Clan and we
will not leave anyone behind."
Their leader's conviction seemed to calm the others, and silence again fell around the fire
as Xander sighed with disgust and continued his speech.
"Formation is critical. The strongest male takes the lead. In this case, it will be me because
I know the way. The other men surround the women and assure their safety and well-being.
The men at the sides are to always keep an eye out for any animals that can be tracked and
killed to feed the clan. On a good day, the clan will eat twice. In the evening at the fire,
each member is given a share. You eat most of it at night and save a small part to eat in
the morning before we start out. On the bad days, you will walk hungry."
The others looked at the shares of meat they still had on their spits and what they hadn't
eaten was removed from the sticks and held for the morning. When Xander saw that they
had understood and made the adjustment, he went on.
"When we leave in the morning, the men will each strap a tied bundle of sticks for firewood
to his back, and the women will fill their pouches with dry moss. We must always be prepared
to build a night fire to protect us from the wolves and predators. If we are in a place
that has wood available, we conserve and continue to carry what we can. The young boys
will carry the gut skins for fresh water. If we have to we can melt snow, but water from the
earth springs is better. Now, we need to talk about your furs. It is critical that you have a
fur over your head so that you can block the winds and ice from your face. Keep your
hands covered. If the ice claims your fingers, they turn black and rot. But your feet are the
most important thing. Before you tie your furs onto your feet, there are things you can do to
help keep the cold out. All of the feathers from the turkeys can be divided up among you.
Place a layer of the feathers between your feet and furs. It will help. Tie the bindings
tightly around your ankles to prevent the snow from getting in."
As the magnitude of what they were being told settled into the clan, the fear level again
rose. There were details they had never considered and it spoke of a lifestyle that none of
them wanted. Even Spike began to have doubts. Perhaps he had misunderstood what
the ancients had whispered. Maybe they could still survive here in their home. No. He
knew they had run out of options and any sign of indecision would appear as weakness.
His resolve would stay as sharp as his spear. His people needed his conviction.
"We will do whatever you advise. My clan will do as you say."
Xander briefly considered simply slipping away under the cover of darkness. On his own,
he could surely catch up with the Wind Clan and his life would go back to the way it was.
He would challenge Liam as clan leader and he would personally kick the shit out of Web
for the boy's treachery. If only Spike would come with him. He could not leave without
Spike, and Spike would not leave without his people. Damn. Xander heaved a sigh and
he shook his head. That whole line of thought was a circle without end.
"It is late. The moon is already high in the sky. We need to sleep, and first thing in the
morning we will begin our journey."
Spike agreed, and whether it was out of habit or the need to hang on one last time to
the traditions of the past, he built the cave fire high and warm. He listened until the others
were settled in at the back of the main chamber and then he and Xander stretched out by
the fire.
"Maybe we shouldn't rut tonight. I don't think your people like me much and they may resent
us pleasuring each other."
Spike laid down on his back and tugged the larger man in encouragement to climb on
him. Although he wouldn't admit it, the leader of the White Clan was frightened of the
future and the solid weight of his mate brought him great comfort.
"No. My people need to hear their leader rutting. It will reassure them that all will be well.
A clan leader that is satisfied and free to spill his seed with another is a leader who brings abundance to his clan."
Xander stared down into the troubled blue eyes and his heart ached to find a way to console
his chosen partner. He wanted to promise Spike that all would be well and the journey would
see them safely into a new world, but Xander knew that was a lie. He could just look at
the White Clan people and pick out the ones who would die as they walked. And since
Xander would not lie, and being needlessly honest would be cruel, he did the only thing he could.
Gently, he untied the binding that held Spike's furs and he pushed them from his mate's
body. Unlike Xander's, the hair on Spike's chest and arms was pale and fine and the nest
that framed his man-part was soft and nearly as white as the hair on his head. Lowering his
face, Xander started at Spike's flat stomach and he began to sniff in order to know and embed
the very fabric of Spike's being into Xander's mind.
Spike shuddered in pleasure as his body accepted the attention and his cock slowly filled and
rose to meet the face that was working its way down. The predominant scent on Spike's
chest was that of the skins of the animals he wore. As Xander drifted further, the smell
turned sharp and sour. It was the odor of their expended seed from the chamber of bones.
The smell sparked the vivid memories and his excitement grew. Scooting around,
Xander pressed his own rigid erection against the soft thigh of his lover and he began to hump
as his nose dove in to the crevasse between Spike's stone sac and his thigh. The smell there
was glorious and Xander couldn't get enough as he snuffled and snorted. Then in a show
of affection, Xander did what seemed perfectly natural. He bumped his nose against
the wrinkled stone sac and the hooded, pink man-meat.
Spike's response was immediate. He dug his fingers into the thick wild mane of dark hair as
his hips arched up. His legs opened wider and the only sound he could make was a long,
low groan of pure pleasure that echoed off the walls of the cave. By the third moan, the
chorus was picked up by the couples in the far end of the cave and they sang the same sad
song of love and comfort.
Then, in what seemed like the logical progression, Xander tasted what had smelled so good.
The tip of his tongue tentatively tickled the root of the hard, ready flesh. When the flavor
that filled his mouth shot hot waves of pleasure toward his own needy cock, he slapped his
hot, wet tongue against the thick man-part and he licked the whole way up, ending with a
swipe across the leaking tip.
"Oh, oh, yes! Again! Please. Do that again!"
The eager response and the feel of Xander's cock squeezing and humping against Spike's leg
had both men moaning, cursing and shouting their pleasures, which triggered the rest of the
clan. The couples rutted frantically and the unmated members smiled and dreamed of the
day that they would know such love and joy. Andy and Coy took matters into their own
hands and rutted with their fists and fingers.
Within moments, as Xander licked and slurped, Spike's cock jerked and spewed hot strings
of white seed onto Xander's face. The shock and intimacy caused the bigger man to grab
himself and after four rough strokes, he poured the seed of the Wind Clan onto Spike's leg
as the future of the White Clan dried on his cheek. When he was spent, Xander crawled up
to rest by his man, unsure how Spike would feel about the things he had just done. It was
hardly the actions of a clan leader. It was more the rutting of wild animals.
Hesitantly, Xander lifted his hooded eyes and looked into Spike's. What he saw stunned
him. Spike was smiling. He had never seen Spike smile. It was a sight that shamed the
sun itself and Xander found himself grinning back. Before they knew what was happening,
they started to giggle and then laugh out loud.
As the others of the clan completed their ruts, the leaders bumped noses and settled in for
their last night in the cave of the White Clan.