Journey of the White Cave Clan
TITLE: Journey of the White Cave Clan
3/28
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
"Stop that!! Get off!! Liam! Liam, come and get your brother!"
"OW!"
The young boy flinched and recoiled from the sharp slap to the back of his head. He had
been bored. He had no interest in the cleaning of the carcass or the rock covering of the
dead warrior, and he had thought it would be funny to climb upon one of the dead animals
and pretend to rut with it as the men of their tribe did with the women. He should have
known that Xander would not laugh. Xander never laughed. Truth was, Web didn't want
to come along on this stupid hunt but his brother and father had forced him.
Quickly, Liam hurried over and snatched the silly young man off the clan's next meal. He
was tempted to give the boy another whack but since Xander had already done that, Liam
felt he should show some restraint. Instead, he grabbed the boy by the forearm and shook
him roughly as he dragged him away. When they were out of earshot, he shoved the boy
against a tree and growled, "You shame me, boy! It is a great honor to be part of the
hunting party. You are nearly grown and should be learning to hunt and feed your clan.
Instead, I find you playing with the food as if you would make little pigs with it."
Web did his best to look contrite but when Liam had accused him of trying to make little pigs,
he simply could not hold back. The boy busted out laughing and not even the red flushed face
of his furious brother could stem the tide of hilarity. He bent over at the waist and tears
rolled down his cold cheeks as Liam threw up his hands in disgust and turned to walk
away. Gasping for air and control, Web called after him, "Wait, Liam, I'm sorry. I promise
I'll do better."
Xander leaned over and finished tying the last carcass onto the hastily constructed wooden
drag. All three boar had been gutted, prepared, and were now ready for the long two-day
trip back to where the rest of the clan was camped. Each of the three drags was assigned to
one of their strongest men to pull. Without looking up from his task, Xander spoke quietly
so that only Liam would hear.
"You should not have insisted on bringing the boy. He has no interest in hunting and should
be home with the old women learning to sew furs and cook."
The comment stung as sharply as if Xander had slapped him as he had the boy. The
insinuation that a male of Liam's blood was less than a warrior was an insult to every man
in Liam's family. It was an insult to Liam himself.
"He is still young. He is only of thirteen seasons. He just...."
Xander stood straight up and glared at Liam. When he spoke, the warm fog of each
word exploded in the icy air and left no doubt that this was not a subject for debate.
"At that age we had already killed and fed our clan. We had gone alone into the wilderness
and survived our moon of solitude. Why has this boy not done that? A member of the
clan either strengthens the clan or weakens it and that boy shows no strength. Don't you
ever bring him on a hunt again. Do you understand?"
Liam's eyes darted over to where Web was now making odd handfuls of snow and throwing
it at the other men in the party.
"That isn't fair. How do you expect him to learn if he...."
"Then you take him. You take him and teach him to hunt and kill but not when I'm around."
Liam felt the flush of fury rush through his body. He gripped his spear tightly in his hand and
his other fist balled up at his side. He was sick and tired of being bossed around by
Xander. The time had come. For now he would remain silent but when they returned to
the settlement, Liam was ready to challenge Xander for leadership of the Wind Clan.
Giving no verbal response, Liam turned and marched over to where the boy was just about
to scoop another chunk of ice and snow and he soundly punched the boy on the arm, causing
him to tumble face-first onto the frozen ground.
With the problem of the boy all but forgotten, Xander surveyed the area. The hunting party
was ready to leave and with a two day trek ahead of them, they needed to get started.
Xander gave one last glance toward the pile of rocks that covered what was left of his
boyhood friend, and with a grunt he raised his long spear. It was a signal to go.
A fine, soft snow had begun to fall but the sky overhead was dark and grey. The heavy,
ominous clouds threatened that the worst of the storm was yet to come. Wordlessly, the
hunting party had trudged through the forests, glens, and across the valley of the frozen
marsh. They moved with steady resolve and determination by simply putting one painful
foot in front of the other.
At regular intervals, the men who pulled the wooden drags were alternated in order to
not exhaust any one man and slow down the entire group. By watching the position of the
sun, Xander knew when they had gone far enough for the first day.
They needed to find a place of safety to build a lean-to and start a fire for the night. Because
they had come through this way before, Xander remembered a free-flowing spring that
would give them fresh water and a small cutting off the boar would give them food. When
he turned around and faced the rest, he gave a curt nod of his head and the other
men immediately broke formation and hurried to complete the tasks that would see them
through the darkness.
Liam organized a party to go collect firewood and Xander personally took two others with
all the men's gut-skin pouches to fill with fresh water. They could drink freely tonight and fill
up again in the morning before they started out. Several of the youngest of the party
started cutting large evergreen branches to provide an umbrella for over their heads and
a base to lay upon.
Web went off to play.
Xander swiped the back of his hand under his cold, runny nose as he made his way through
the snow toward the running spring. He took his spear with him because even with the
fresh flow, there would no doubt be a layer of ice that he would have to break through first.
If good fortune was with him there may still be a few fish swimming around. It would feed
the hunting party and they would not need to cut on the boar.
For once, luck and survival were on the side of the humans and just after the final light of
the day, Xander and the other men of the clan were circled around a warm, saving fire.
The abundance of the salmon had been sliced and cooked and washed down with the cold,
clean water of the fresh stream. It was good. The men were relaxed, well fed, and they
did what all men through the ages have done together. They began to regale each other
with tales of great conquests and successful hunts.
One by one they would stand and wave their arms in accompaniment to their descriptions of
the huge numbers of marauding war clans that they single-handedly dispatched with only
their spears and their flake stones. Then, not to be outdone, the next hunter would launch
into a wild tale of the great, horned beasts they faced in the mystical forests. Beasts that
cowered in the face of a hunter of the Wind Clan.
On and on the unbelievable stories went until finally one of them had the gall to challenge
the validity of such outlandish claims. When that happened, it signaled a free-for-all that
had each of the men nit-picking apart the previous tales of the other until Xander called a
halt. It had been good fun, but the night was deep and the morning would bring a long cold
day. They needed to sleep. The clan leader rose and by pounding the butt of his long spear
on the ground, he signaled that the bullshit ended now.
It was just as well. Despite some residual, good-natured pushing and shoving amongst them,
the warriors were yawning and exhausted. Earlier, each man had swept away an area of
snow and laid down a thick layer of pine branches as a base for their furs and bedding.
Liam had made his own nest as well as Web's and he then banked the fire to last as long
as possible.
Xander stood and watched as the hunters all settled in. His mind and body were bone tired
but as clan leader, it fell to him to take the first watch. He would remain vigilant and
watchful against the wolves and predators of the night. Hopefully, Liam or one of the other
men would relieve him before the sun rose and he could close his eyes. If not, he would
not complain.
Within minutes, the group grew quiet. The fussing and rolling to find a comfortable
position ceased and the deep rumble of a dozen men snoring assured Xander that all was
sound and guarded. Sitting cross-legged by the fire, Xander stared into the hypnotic,
dancing flames that warmed his face and lit his circle.
He listened to the distant howling of the packs of wolves as they called to each other and
he heard the hollow sounds of the owls that hooted in the tops of the frozen trees. It was
at times like this, when his body was still and his work was done, that Xander had time for reflection.
Something was wrong with him but he didn't know what. He was lonely and unhappy but had
no idea how to fix it. He watched as all his boyhood friends coupled up with females and
rutted till they made children, and it confused him. Not that they were able to impregnate
their females but primarily because they seemed to want to. And that was what he sought
most. The desire. The need.
He knew when the hunting party returned to the settlement, each of these men would
be welcomed by their mates. Hands would fumble around under the furs and bodies would
be touched and fondled. The pairs would roll together and prepare to rut. But first, the
men would bump noses with their mates. For Xander, that was so much more intimate
than the pushing of one body part into another. It was a look in their eyes. It was so real.
Xander desperately wanted someone to bump noses with.
It certainly wasn't for lack of opportunities. As clan leader, he was offered every young
female upon her first time of the moon to bleed. He didn't have to bump noses with any
of them, the mothers just wanted their daughters to give birth to a clan leader's son. Xander
had offended more than one mother with his refusals. It was shameful. He could breed with
his own hand but not with a female. It was baffling. It was on the verge of being catastrophic.
Making matters worse, Liam had already impregnated two of the females as well as
taking another as a mate. At this rate, he wouldn't need to challenge Xander for leadership
of the Wind Clan. He could pop out enough pups to start a clan of his own. Xander scowled
at Liam who was sleeping peacefully nearby but the fact was, he was more upset at himself.
He was going to have to make a decision. For the clan. For his self respect. To maintain
his place at the head of the clan. Watching the flickering flames and gazing at the red,
glowing embers, Xander made up his mind. He would do whatever he had to do to produce
an offspring. Even if it meant he would have to close his eyes and use his own hand to make
his manhood hard and ready to breed. He could do it! He was a warrior! He had faced worse.
For the next six hours, Xander sat, resolved, cross-legged, and watchful of the hunting
party's safety and to assure that no other predators came near their clan's food. He kept
the fire burning and he waited on one of the others to awaken and give him rest. None
did and he didn't ask. By the hour of the first rising of the sun, his body and mind ached
with exhaustion.
After relieving their bladders, the hunters fed on the small amount of fish that was left from
the night before and then they quickly prepared themselves for the long trek ahead. After
giving orders, Xander went off to refill their water skins. Against his better judgement,
he allowed Web to go along and carry several of the skins.
The path to the stream wound through the saplings at the mouth of the forest. It required a
short hike up a rocky trail, around a steep drop off and came to a point where the water
flowed down from an unknown source at the top of the hill. The snow they trudged through
was ankle deep and the icicles that hung from the trees sparkled in the morning sun.
Xander tried to ignore the chatter of the annoying boy that yapped at his heels like a wolf
pup, and he promised himself that if he ever impregnated a female of the clan, he would
not allow his boy to be so...Webish.
Web was not thrilled either. He was only toting these stupid skins because his brother Liam
had forced him. The truth was, Web hated Xander. Just because Xander was clan leader
didn't give him the right to yell and slap him. If Liam were clan leader, life for Web would
be perfect. He wouldn't have to go on these hunting trips. He could have all the females
he wanted. He would be next in line to be leader himself.
And that was what was going through Web's mind. That was his justification. That was
the force behind the rock that struck the back of Xander's head and sent the leader of the
Wind Clan tumbling into the ravine and crashing onto the rocks below.
3/28
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
"Stop that!! Get off!! Liam! Liam, come and get your brother!"
"OW!"
The young boy flinched and recoiled from the sharp slap to the back of his head. He had
been bored. He had no interest in the cleaning of the carcass or the rock covering of the
dead warrior, and he had thought it would be funny to climb upon one of the dead animals
and pretend to rut with it as the men of their tribe did with the women. He should have
known that Xander would not laugh. Xander never laughed. Truth was, Web didn't want
to come along on this stupid hunt but his brother and father had forced him.
Quickly, Liam hurried over and snatched the silly young man off the clan's next meal. He
was tempted to give the boy another whack but since Xander had already done that, Liam
felt he should show some restraint. Instead, he grabbed the boy by the forearm and shook
him roughly as he dragged him away. When they were out of earshot, he shoved the boy
against a tree and growled, "You shame me, boy! It is a great honor to be part of the
hunting party. You are nearly grown and should be learning to hunt and feed your clan.
Instead, I find you playing with the food as if you would make little pigs with it."
Web did his best to look contrite but when Liam had accused him of trying to make little pigs,
he simply could not hold back. The boy busted out laughing and not even the red flushed face
of his furious brother could stem the tide of hilarity. He bent over at the waist and tears
rolled down his cold cheeks as Liam threw up his hands in disgust and turned to walk
away. Gasping for air and control, Web called after him, "Wait, Liam, I'm sorry. I promise
I'll do better."
Xander leaned over and finished tying the last carcass onto the hastily constructed wooden
drag. All three boar had been gutted, prepared, and were now ready for the long two-day
trip back to where the rest of the clan was camped. Each of the three drags was assigned to
one of their strongest men to pull. Without looking up from his task, Xander spoke quietly
so that only Liam would hear.
"You should not have insisted on bringing the boy. He has no interest in hunting and should
be home with the old women learning to sew furs and cook."
The comment stung as sharply as if Xander had slapped him as he had the boy. The
insinuation that a male of Liam's blood was less than a warrior was an insult to every man
in Liam's family. It was an insult to Liam himself.
"He is still young. He is only of thirteen seasons. He just...."
Xander stood straight up and glared at Liam. When he spoke, the warm fog of each
word exploded in the icy air and left no doubt that this was not a subject for debate.
"At that age we had already killed and fed our clan. We had gone alone into the wilderness
and survived our moon of solitude. Why has this boy not done that? A member of the
clan either strengthens the clan or weakens it and that boy shows no strength. Don't you
ever bring him on a hunt again. Do you understand?"
Liam's eyes darted over to where Web was now making odd handfuls of snow and throwing
it at the other men in the party.
"That isn't fair. How do you expect him to learn if he...."
"Then you take him. You take him and teach him to hunt and kill but not when I'm around."
Liam felt the flush of fury rush through his body. He gripped his spear tightly in his hand and
his other fist balled up at his side. He was sick and tired of being bossed around by
Xander. The time had come. For now he would remain silent but when they returned to
the settlement, Liam was ready to challenge Xander for leadership of the Wind Clan.
Giving no verbal response, Liam turned and marched over to where the boy was just about
to scoop another chunk of ice and snow and he soundly punched the boy on the arm, causing
him to tumble face-first onto the frozen ground.
With the problem of the boy all but forgotten, Xander surveyed the area. The hunting party
was ready to leave and with a two day trek ahead of them, they needed to get started.
Xander gave one last glance toward the pile of rocks that covered what was left of his
boyhood friend, and with a grunt he raised his long spear. It was a signal to go.
A fine, soft snow had begun to fall but the sky overhead was dark and grey. The heavy,
ominous clouds threatened that the worst of the storm was yet to come. Wordlessly, the
hunting party had trudged through the forests, glens, and across the valley of the frozen
marsh. They moved with steady resolve and determination by simply putting one painful
foot in front of the other.
At regular intervals, the men who pulled the wooden drags were alternated in order to
not exhaust any one man and slow down the entire group. By watching the position of the
sun, Xander knew when they had gone far enough for the first day.
They needed to find a place of safety to build a lean-to and start a fire for the night. Because
they had come through this way before, Xander remembered a free-flowing spring that
would give them fresh water and a small cutting off the boar would give them food. When
he turned around and faced the rest, he gave a curt nod of his head and the other
men immediately broke formation and hurried to complete the tasks that would see them
through the darkness.
Liam organized a party to go collect firewood and Xander personally took two others with
all the men's gut-skin pouches to fill with fresh water. They could drink freely tonight and fill
up again in the morning before they started out. Several of the youngest of the party
started cutting large evergreen branches to provide an umbrella for over their heads and
a base to lay upon.
Web went off to play.
Xander swiped the back of his hand under his cold, runny nose as he made his way through
the snow toward the running spring. He took his spear with him because even with the
fresh flow, there would no doubt be a layer of ice that he would have to break through first.
If good fortune was with him there may still be a few fish swimming around. It would feed
the hunting party and they would not need to cut on the boar.
For once, luck and survival were on the side of the humans and just after the final light of
the day, Xander and the other men of the clan were circled around a warm, saving fire.
The abundance of the salmon had been sliced and cooked and washed down with the cold,
clean water of the fresh stream. It was good. The men were relaxed, well fed, and they
did what all men through the ages have done together. They began to regale each other
with tales of great conquests and successful hunts.
One by one they would stand and wave their arms in accompaniment to their descriptions of
the huge numbers of marauding war clans that they single-handedly dispatched with only
their spears and their flake stones. Then, not to be outdone, the next hunter would launch
into a wild tale of the great, horned beasts they faced in the mystical forests. Beasts that
cowered in the face of a hunter of the Wind Clan.
On and on the unbelievable stories went until finally one of them had the gall to challenge
the validity of such outlandish claims. When that happened, it signaled a free-for-all that
had each of the men nit-picking apart the previous tales of the other until Xander called a
halt. It had been good fun, but the night was deep and the morning would bring a long cold
day. They needed to sleep. The clan leader rose and by pounding the butt of his long spear
on the ground, he signaled that the bullshit ended now.
It was just as well. Despite some residual, good-natured pushing and shoving amongst them,
the warriors were yawning and exhausted. Earlier, each man had swept away an area of
snow and laid down a thick layer of pine branches as a base for their furs and bedding.
Liam had made his own nest as well as Web's and he then banked the fire to last as long
as possible.
Xander stood and watched as the hunters all settled in. His mind and body were bone tired
but as clan leader, it fell to him to take the first watch. He would remain vigilant and
watchful against the wolves and predators of the night. Hopefully, Liam or one of the other
men would relieve him before the sun rose and he could close his eyes. If not, he would
not complain.
Within minutes, the group grew quiet. The fussing and rolling to find a comfortable
position ceased and the deep rumble of a dozen men snoring assured Xander that all was
sound and guarded. Sitting cross-legged by the fire, Xander stared into the hypnotic,
dancing flames that warmed his face and lit his circle.
He listened to the distant howling of the packs of wolves as they called to each other and
he heard the hollow sounds of the owls that hooted in the tops of the frozen trees. It was
at times like this, when his body was still and his work was done, that Xander had time for reflection.
Something was wrong with him but he didn't know what. He was lonely and unhappy but had
no idea how to fix it. He watched as all his boyhood friends coupled up with females and
rutted till they made children, and it confused him. Not that they were able to impregnate
their females but primarily because they seemed to want to. And that was what he sought
most. The desire. The need.
He knew when the hunting party returned to the settlement, each of these men would
be welcomed by their mates. Hands would fumble around under the furs and bodies would
be touched and fondled. The pairs would roll together and prepare to rut. But first, the
men would bump noses with their mates. For Xander, that was so much more intimate
than the pushing of one body part into another. It was a look in their eyes. It was so real.
Xander desperately wanted someone to bump noses with.
It certainly wasn't for lack of opportunities. As clan leader, he was offered every young
female upon her first time of the moon to bleed. He didn't have to bump noses with any
of them, the mothers just wanted their daughters to give birth to a clan leader's son. Xander
had offended more than one mother with his refusals. It was shameful. He could breed with
his own hand but not with a female. It was baffling. It was on the verge of being catastrophic.
Making matters worse, Liam had already impregnated two of the females as well as
taking another as a mate. At this rate, he wouldn't need to challenge Xander for leadership
of the Wind Clan. He could pop out enough pups to start a clan of his own. Xander scowled
at Liam who was sleeping peacefully nearby but the fact was, he was more upset at himself.
He was going to have to make a decision. For the clan. For his self respect. To maintain
his place at the head of the clan. Watching the flickering flames and gazing at the red,
glowing embers, Xander made up his mind. He would do whatever he had to do to produce
an offspring. Even if it meant he would have to close his eyes and use his own hand to make
his manhood hard and ready to breed. He could do it! He was a warrior! He had faced worse.
For the next six hours, Xander sat, resolved, cross-legged, and watchful of the hunting
party's safety and to assure that no other predators came near their clan's food. He kept
the fire burning and he waited on one of the others to awaken and give him rest. None
did and he didn't ask. By the hour of the first rising of the sun, his body and mind ached
with exhaustion.
After relieving their bladders, the hunters fed on the small amount of fish that was left from
the night before and then they quickly prepared themselves for the long trek ahead. After
giving orders, Xander went off to refill their water skins. Against his better judgement,
he allowed Web to go along and carry several of the skins.
The path to the stream wound through the saplings at the mouth of the forest. It required a
short hike up a rocky trail, around a steep drop off and came to a point where the water
flowed down from an unknown source at the top of the hill. The snow they trudged through
was ankle deep and the icicles that hung from the trees sparkled in the morning sun.
Xander tried to ignore the chatter of the annoying boy that yapped at his heels like a wolf
pup, and he promised himself that if he ever impregnated a female of the clan, he would
not allow his boy to be so...Webish.
Web was not thrilled either. He was only toting these stupid skins because his brother Liam
had forced him. The truth was, Web hated Xander. Just because Xander was clan leader
didn't give him the right to yell and slap him. If Liam were clan leader, life for Web would
be perfect. He wouldn't have to go on these hunting trips. He could have all the females
he wanted. He would be next in line to be leader himself.
And that was what was going through Web's mind. That was his justification. That was
the force behind the rock that struck the back of Xander's head and sent the leader of the
Wind Clan tumbling into the ravine and crashing onto the rocks below.