| Chained Males by Diana DeShaun Disclaimer: Ownership is such an ephemeral concept. In 50 years, when the space aliens follow all those stray television transmissions back to earth, who do you suppose will claim them then? Notes: Ah yes, whose fault is this? Look, over there acting innocent (or perhaps aghast) it's KadyMae and Suze! They just had to speculate about it. I just had to write it. Then Suze was nice enough to look it over, along with 3 other lovely ladies: Ruth, Lisa and Olympia. If it still doesn't 'feel' right, it's my fault, not theirs--heaven knows they tried. All feedback appreciated. [email protected] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You look good enough to eat." The low, rich purr breathed into his ear sent shivers down Duncan MacLeod's spine as his lover wrapped strong arms around him from behind. Reaching back to caress the dark head of the man now nibbling at the juncture of neck and shoulder, Duncan was surprised when he was abruptly released. A moment later,Methos stepped in front of him, eyes appraising. Nodding, he said again, "Yes, you definitely look good. There's something about a man in black." Duncan struck an exaggerated action hero pose, "Will Smith or Tommy Lee Jones?" Rolling his eyes, Methos replied, "Droll, MacLeod, very droll. I was thinking along more exotic, elegant lines, myself." Methos made a show of walking slowly around the other man, rubbing his chin in thought. "But still...there's something missing. Something necessary to make the look complete." "Look?" "You know, 'The Look'. That whole 'God-yes-I-know-I'm-hot-but-I-belong-to-Methos' look." Laughing softly, Duncan reached out for his lover. "Oh of course, that look." "Um hm." Methos snagged Duncan's left wrist and looped something around it. "There, that should do it." "What's this?" Duncan looked at the burnished gold links encircling his wrist. "What does it look like?" "Well," Duncan was still studying the chain, "it looks like one of those slave bracelets Richie and his girlfriends always used to wear." "Lovely," Methos said sourly. "The knowledge that I'm following in Ryan's debonair footsteps warms me immeasurably." Methos pondered it another moment then gave an insouciant shrug. "At any rate, you're right, it is a slave bracelet--though no doubt, a much more costly and meaningful one than Ryan's gumball machine variety-- and..."Methos held up a tiny golden key then tossed it onto the bedside table. "...you're locked in for the duration of the evening." "Wait just a minute, you high-handed curmudgeon, I thought these things were sold as sets." Duncan waved the fine gold links in his lover's face. With a sly look on his face, Methos concurred, "Oh they are, Highlander. They are." Making an elaborate show of examining Methos' bare wrists, Duncan raised a brow,"Well?" Leaning forward, Methos whispered conspiratorially, "There's more than one place towear such things, you know." "Wha--" Glancing down at Methos' booted feet, Duncan's eyes began slowly traveling up his lover's long legs, stopped at the juncture of hip and thigh, then darkened with arousal."Show me." Agilely sidestepping the other man, Methos laughed and shook his finger. "Uh-uh. That will have to wait. We don't want to be late to meet the plane. And then, they did insist on dinner afterwards. For some unknown reason, they seem to have missed you. Think of poor Joe. Think of poor Richie!" "Poor Richie! Every time Joe called home, *poor* Richie was out. The only reason he's coming home as Joe does is because he no doubt exhausted the supply of willing females in Paris." "Chip off the old block, isn't he?" Methos smirked. "But, both of them were very adamant about the dinner. Something along the lines of catching up on what you'd been up to. Of course, since they didn't mention anything to you, it was probably something of a secret. Would you rather I let them surprise you?" "No, I would not. You know I hate that sort of thing. But why on earth either of them thought I needed 'catching up with'..." his voice trailed off as a thought occurred to him."Methos, how do you know you put your chain on right? They're meant to be fastened by the other person involved, as I recall. Maybe I should check it for you." With a suggestive glance downward, he made an abortive motion to pat the front of Methos' jeans. "If it's true." "Oh, it's true all right." Reaching down, Methos adjusted himself, giving an exaggerated, full-body shiver as he did so. "And it's locked up all snug and tight, just like you are."Leaning close, he bit Duncan's lower lip, sucking it briefly into his mouth. TheHighlander moaned and reached out, only to be thwarted again as Methos turned and headed for the elevator. "Come along, slaveboy." With a growl, Duncan hurried after his lover. "If you think I'm going to wait all evening..." "Promises, promises. What will you do? Strip me at the airport? Throw me up against Joe's bar and grope me? Like you'll as much as sit close to me at Joe's." Methos voice echoed with amusement as they slowly descended to the ground floor. "Will too." Duncan's voice was properly indignant. "I just prefer to keep our private life private. I thought you did too." "Oh I do, I do. No use confusing Joe or Richie. I mean, just because they've caught us both stark naked, there's no reason they should be suspicious or anything." There was a marked silence. "And let's not forget that little video fest-you remember--oh no, that's right. You fainted." "I did not!" "Did too. Ryan took pictures. Want to see them?" "No.....you really think I'm ashamed to sit close to you in front of Joe and Rich?" With a fond sigh, Methos ran the back of his hand over Duncan's cheek. "It's no big deal,Duncan. You are who you are. Now would you mind getting out of the elevator?" Rolling his eyes, Duncan realized the elevator had been stopped for several minutes. Leading the way out to the car, he thought about what Methos had said. No way was he ashamed for people to know he was with Methos. No way was he embarrassed to be seen with Methos. He'd just have to find a way to show Methos that. ****************************** When the two men arrived at the airport, Duncan had a plan. It was a great plan, if he did say so himself. After checking to see that Joe and Richie's plane was still airborne,Duncan suggested they pass the time up on the observation deck. The warm day was just fading into twilight as the two stepped outside. Unable to stop himself from checking to see that no one was nearby, Duncan rolled his eyes. Still, telling himself that it wouldn't have mattered if an entire tour group had their cameras poised, he moved to the balcony rail beside Methos, and lost no time in putting his plan into action. Grabbing his startled lover by the arms, Duncan leaned forward and kissed him passionately. Ever one to think on his feet, Methos did the only logical thing. He wrapped his arms around Duncan's waist and kissed him back. A very satisfying interval passed, thenMethos tore his mouth away to ask, "What in the hell do you think you're doing,MacLeod?" "Well, I *was* kissing you. And I had planned on kissing you until you believed that I was *not* ashamed to be with you in public. But now..." Duncan's right hand slid back and down until he had firm grasp on Methos' ass. "...I believe I have a handful of your ass." Looking over Methos' shoulder, Duncan nodded. "Yes. I definitely have your ass." "I know what you're trying to do, Duncan." "I just told you what I was trying to do. I want to prove to you that I could care less if Joe or Richie or Oprah Winfrey was standing here right now." "Oprah Winfrey?" Methos shook his head mockingly. "I'm fairly certain she was not invited to this little soiree." "Too bad. Maybe I'll just give her a call." And Duncan's other hand was suddenly on Methos' zipper. "Any second now, you're going to realize there are no shutters on all of those huge windows behind you and stop." Determined to prove Methos wrong, and secure in the knowledge that broad backs and long coats hid a multitude of indiscretions, Duncan just smiled. "And why would I do that before I did....this?" The zipper came down with a quick tug, and Duncan's hand delved inside. Methos couldn't prevent a gasp. "Duncan! Okay, um..." Methos seemed to be having trouble putting words together. "I suppose it would be.., .ah....uh....grossly improper if you stopped...if you stopped....if you...STOP!" Duncan chuckled richly. "But, Methos, why? I'm just examining your chain. And a fine chain it is, too." Duncan frowned a bit. "Though something..." There was silence asDuncan struggled to follow the links to the 'bracelet' his lover wore. "MacLeod, I'm warning you." Twisting in his arms, Methos sounded breathy and desperate, and if Duncan hadn't been able to see the obvious arousal in the other man's face, he would have thought he was struggling to get free. But, since Methos suddenly surged back against him with a moan, Duncan continued his explorations, choosing to silence his lover with another kiss. Suddenly, several things happened at once. Dusk settled into evening and all across the city, including the observation deck at the airport, all sorts of lights came on. A sudden surge of Immortal presence and a precipitous rise in the volume of laughter and conversation erupted from the terminal behind them as the door began to swing open. And, instinctively pressing further back into a shadowy corner, Duncan MacLeod finally realized just what Methos' chain was attached to. "Oh my god! You're pierced!" Duncan stepped back from Methos so abruptly that the older man would have taken a nose dive onto the deck if Duncan's hands hadn't remained in their former positions. As it was, he barely had time to steady himself when a voice somewhere over Duncan's shoulder called out cheerily, "Oh, there you two are! Why didn't you wait inside?" "See, Joe? I told you they were out here." Richie sounded his usual bouncy self. "You guys hungry?" "Richie!" Joe hissed. "It was supposed to be a surprise!" "Oh come on, man. Mac knows Methos told us. Isn't that right, Mac?" "What do you mean, Methos told you?" Duncan's voice took on a tone of outrage as he twisted at an odd angle and spoke over his shoulder. Richie shrugged. "It's no big deal. You miss us, all you gotta do is say so. Sending Methos to do your dirty work is totally unnecessary. Offer us free food and dancing girls, and we're yours." Chuckling, Richie attempted to step around the frozen figure ofDuncan MacLeod but took a quick step back when Duncan whipped around suddenly to face the other two, one hand held behind his back. A frown creased Joe's face as he studied the flushed cheeks and heaving chest of the man doing his best to shield...what? Methos' head was briefly visible, but he seemed to be concentrating on something on the ground, bobbing up and down...there, he vanished again. At that moment, Duncan swayed backward at what had to be an uncomfortable angle, again capturing Joe's attention. He studied the odd tableau for a moment longer, then, mouth teasing a smile, he said, "Hey, it's all right, Methos. You don't have to hide behind Mac. He doesn't mind, do you Mac? And Mac, Rich is right. The next time you want to meet us all for dinner, just come out and say so. But, just to make you happy, we're going to let you two pay the bill! Isn't that right, Rich?" Laughing again, Richie agreed. "Oh yeah! So, you gonna stand there with your hand behind your back all night, Mac, or are we gonna go?" Duncan's arm twitched in involuntary response to Richie's question, and a smothered groan came from the man again peering over his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, Methos decided it was time to take charge. Teeth clinched, he hissed in Duncan's ear,"MacLeod, let go of me!" The only response was an almost imperceptible shake from the dark head in front of him and a not-so-gentle squeeze that did nothing to calm Methos' fraying temper. Trying to take matters into his own hands, he wrapped both hands around Duncan's wrist and began to squeeze back. "I said let go!" This time the hiss wasn't nearly so silent. "What's that, Methos?" Joe's ears pricked up and he took a step closer. "Something wrong?" Realizing there seemed to be no way to pry Duncan's hand off his personal assets without the use of foreign objects that might prove as unpleasant for the "pry-er" as the "pry-ee",Methos let out an exasperated sigh then frowned. "You know, Duncan," he whispered furiously, "this is no longer amusing. If I didn't know better...no. You didn't. You aren't!" There was no answer...just a confounding silence. Turning a wild gaze on their gaping audience of two, Methos ordered them, "Turn your backs." "What?" "Huh?" "You heard me. Turn your backs!" The flush returned to Duncan's cheeks with a vengeance and he groaned, "But Methos--" Trying to be inconspicuous, he tugged at his arm. "No!" Methos yelled in helpless reaction. "I mean, no, no." Thinking fast, he tried to chuckle casually. "Let me handle this, MacLeod. Joe and Richie are our friends and--" "--Methos!" Duncan sounded positively agonized now and, to the mystified eyes of Richie and Joe, appeared to be squirming in some sort of severe discomfort. Methos hissed. "Stop.... MacLeod, no!" "My god! What's wrong? Are you in pain? Mac? Methos?" Genuinely worried, Joe made another attempt to close the distance. "No! No. Nothing's wrong, Joe." "Then what's all this turn your back crap?" Joe peered suspiciously into the gloom, Richie nodding in vigorous agreement at his side. "Um, well, er....Methos has to go to the bathroom." Duncan blurted out in a rush. "Eeewww!" Richie scrunched up his face, making exaggerated gagging noises. "Out here?!" Joe was outraged. "MacLeod!" Methos didn't sound particularly pleased with the revelation himself. "You know, guys," Richie said sarcastically, "that is disgusting." "Yeah," Joe growled. Jerking a thumb toward the door, he continued, "Take it inside, old man." "Oh for..." rolling his eyes, Methos started forward, perforce nudging the Highlander to do the same. "Where the hell are you going, Mac? Aren't you going to help with the luggage?" Joe demanded. "Oh, of course. But first, well...I have to go too." Nonplussed, Joe and Richie watched as the two men made their odd, shuffling way back into the airport. Finally, Richie shook his head, "We're not gonna get around to that steak and a floor show thing, are we?" Shaking his own head in return, Joe replied ruminatively, "No, no, I don't think so. Well," he amended with an involuntary snort, "the floor show might still be a definite possibility." "Oh right," Richie grinned. "Good point." He laughed out loud and stepped to the door himself. With a grand gesture, he swung it wide. "In that case, Mr. Dawson, shall we step inside?" "Definitely, Mr. Ryan. I have a feeling we're gonna want front row seats for this one." Duncan and Methos were making very slow progress, stuck in the middle of a milling crowd of passengers waiting to board. Much to their dismay, Joe and Richie had no trouble at all, skirting the throng and taking up a position near the escalator...and the restrooms. Finally, boarding was called and the crowd vanished like so much smoke. Duncan andMethos found themselves standing, still pressed tightly together in the middle of the nearly deserted concourse. A grimace from Methos and a nudge to the back of a knee, and they were moving again, Duncan raising a half-hearted hand in greeting as they disappeared around the curving walls of the restroom. ************************ "It's stuck." "Fuck! You think?" Rolling his eyes, Duncan MacLeod dropped heavily to his knees in the small stall he currently occupied with his lover. Using his free hand to tug Methos' pants down and get a clearer view of their current predicament, he tried to be serious. He really tried, doing his damnedest to study the problem in a detached, scientific manner, ignoring the cock that literally bopped him on the side of his face as he tried to peer under it. Finally, he began to chuckle. "Any of this seem a little familiar to you? Any minute now, you should be telling me to use my teeth." Leaning forward, Duncan playfully snapped his teeth a few times. Methos shrank away, a look of horror on his face. "No way, MacLeod! With my luck, you'd bite it off." "Come on now, Methos. Don't be like that. After all, if you hadn't engineered this whole dinner thing for who knows what nefarious purposes, you'd never have made that ridiculous statement about me not wanting to be in public with you, and this wouldn't be a problem." Duncan blinked up at him, an exaggerated expression of wounded innocence on his face. Methos remained expressionless for a long moment, then his lips curled in a rueful, reluctant grin. "Perhaps. I just thought you hadn't seen your friends for a while and you might miss them. That's what I get for going against the habits of millennia and trying to be *nice*." He grimaced in amused disgust. "Remind me I need to work on that a bit.Now, let's see what fine mess you've gotten us into this time, Oly." Bending at the waist, Methos studied the situation himself. The links on Duncan's bracelet had become enmeshed with the links that connected Methos' matching cock ring to the piercing that dangled beneath the edge of his foreskin. When Duncan tugged on it experimentally, Methos slapped at his hand and straightened up. "Don't do that, MacLeod. It's distracting and I'm trying to think." "God knows it's distracting me." Leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on the rosy head of the half-aroused organ, he continued, " My god, Methos, when DID you get it pierced?And don't try to tell me it's been there all along. I think I would've noticed something like this." Reaching forward, he flicked the tiny ring again. "Shit!" Methos hissed as he caught his lower lip between his teeth. "I told you to stop it, you big lout. I can barely walk as it is. Stop touching it! And, I'll have you know I was pierced before your ancestors stopped believing that having your neighbors for dinner meant extra meat for the stew." With a speculative look on his face, Duncan studied his lover's imprisoned member as he continued their verbal sparring. "Yeah, well, at least we both know you'd have been safe." Turning his attention to the band around his own wrist, Duncan tried and failed to work a fingertip beneath its snug fit. Both men heard someone clatter into the restroom and enter the next stall. Quickly, Duncan rose to his feet. Methos shrugged and reached down to tug his pants up.Carefully, he tucked and arranged until he was able to pull his zipper all the way up and button his jeans, leaving a small space between for the chain. It was very uncomfortable, but, he concluded, probably better than flapping in the breeze. "So, tell me why." "Why?" Duncan whispered in pointed response to Methos' casual conversational tones, looking with dismay at his wrist still pressed intimately against Methos' crotch. "How the hell should I know why? These things just happen. In your previous life, you were a very evil monkey and this is your punishment. I don't know!" Duncan realized his voice was slowing rising as another pair of sneaker-shod feet paused just outside their stall then proceeded on toward the sinks. "I would've been safe from your ancestors culinary expertise because I was a monkey?"Methos sounded puzzled, albeit distracted as he tried one last time to arrange *things* more comfortably, then shoved Duncan back into the tiny space between the toilet and the wall and reached for the stall door. "Oh that." Duncan leered at his friend as Methos shook his head then tugged him back into position as his human shield. "You would've been safe because you're too skinny. Not enough meat on those bones." Reaching around Duncan with one hand, Methos slid the lever and opened the stall, pushing the two of them forward as he did so. When the man still at the sink raised his head to look at them in the mirror, Duncan flashed an embarrassed smile and nodded his head in greeting. Ignoring their audience entirely, Methos pushed his lover toward the exit. "Come along,MacLeod. No use dawdling." "What? Wait, wait! Me-Adam! We can't just go traipsing out there like this!" Duncan cast a despairing sidelong glance back at the man who was now standing stock still, listening avidly to every word. "Look. I don't know about you, but I have no desire to stay in here all night. No matter how much time and money the city of Seacouver spends on cleaning, in the final analysis, it's the men's room. The commode. The toilet. It's obvious we can't get off--" "--*It* off. We can't get *it* off!" Duncan nodded desperately one last time toward the man who was now standing with his jaw at half-mast. Methos grinned wickedly. "Both. So...we're going to march out there in tight formation, soldier. We'll wave to Joe and Ryan and just keep on going. Got it?" Taking a deep breath, Duncan cast his fate into the hands of whimsy and grinned. "So I guess it's safe to assume you've got my back?" Chuckling, Methos replied, "Highlander, you have no idea." Indicating that Duncan should precede him, Methos looked back at the third man then drawled, "Wait a second." Duncan stopped obligingly. "What now?" "Excuse me, sir. May I ask you something?" Methos smiled winningly at the other man. "Me? Er, sure, okay. I guess so." Running his hands through his spikey, blond hair, the man looked as if he wished wholeheartedly that he'd just let his hands stay dirty. "You look like a man who appreciates keeping a trim form. Do you think I'm skinny?" "Adam! Leave the poor man alone! We have to go." "But I just wanted an unbiased opinion, MacLeod. Oh, we didn't introduce you to the gentleman. This is Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod. Superhero do-gooder and trouble magnet." Before the befuddled blond could reply, a stall door opened and a tall man with dark hair stepped out. "How about you?" Methos asked the new arrival. "Do you think I'm skinny?" Tilting his head to one side, the man looked at the few bits and pieces of Methos that could be seen behind MacLeod. "As a matter of fact--" At a strangled rattle from Duncan, Methos continued quickly, "--because I don't think I'm skinny at all. Slim maybe. Sleek. But not skinny." Leaning forward he whispered, "And parts of me are downright substantial." Bumping suggestively into Duncan's backside, Methos continued, "You remember which part I'm referring to, don't you? Why, as I recall, it was only last night..." Methos' words trailed off with a laugh as Duncan hurried out, muttering apologies and dragging his lover along behind. ********************************** "Damn," Richie groused. "How long can you stay in the john?" "Yeah," Joe drummed his fingers impatiently on a column for a few moments. "Come on." He pushed himself off and surveyed the area. "Where we going?" "Where do you think?" "Oh right," Richie snickered and headed for the men's restroom. "Whoa there, Peeping Tom." Joe's steady hand tugged the disappointed young man to a seat instead. "Joe..." Richie's voice was rich with protest. "They have to come out eventually." Richie considered for a moment, then grinned. "Yeah, you're right. We wait?" "We wait." ******************************* Once back in the concourse, Duncan and Methos saw the others immediately. Indeed, Richie standing upright and waving furiously would have been hard to miss. Methos hissed in Duncan's ear, "Ignore them! Let's go, before anything else happens." In whole-hearted agreement, Duncan squared his shoulders and smiled distantly towards their friends. With a half-hearted wave, Duncan turned resolutely towards the exit. One step. Two. "Hey, guys! Where you going?" Richie's voice as he approached seemed unnaturally loud in the nearly empty waiting area. Resigned, Duncan looked back in mute apology at Methos, who was steadfastly gazing off into space. Turning back to his former student, he tried to explain as quickly as possible. "Gotta go, Rich. Some place we have to be. See you later." The daring duo took three steps this time, before being brought up short by the tip ofJoe's cane prodding Duncan in the chest. "Hold on, you two. In case it's escaped your notice, we're at the airport here. You came to pick us up, remember?" "Well, of course, we remember!" Duncan's attempt at a hearty laugh failed pitifully. "I was just joking, wasn't I, Methos?" No answer. "Methos?" When there was still no response, Duncan gave his wrist a little tug. That got results. "Shit! Yes, certainly, it was a joke. You know MacLeod, a laugh a minute." He hissed through gritted teeth. "Right, so, you don't need any help with the luggage do you? Methos and I can go bring the car around." Duncan started off without waiting for a response. Stepping carefully to the edge of the escalator, he called back. "We'll be waiting out front. Take your time." Watching the man who usually bent over backwards to see to his comfort hurry away with the man who had become his shadow close behind, Joe almost missed what happened next. Duncan immediately stepped onto the moving stairs, but instead of crowding onto the next step behind MacLeod, Methos hung back. Duncan's arm began to rise behind him as another step cleared the top and began its descent. For just a moment, Joe thought he caught a glint of something gold dangling from Duncan's wrist, leading back towards....Suddenly Methos shot forward across the intervening gap, crashing into Duncan's back causing Duncan in turn to stumble into the two men in front of him. Duncan's voice rose briefly in apology, then faded away as he and Methos sunk totally out of sight. Totally mystified, Joe turned to Richie. "How do you like that?" "I don't." Richie was indignant. "What the hell is the matter with them?" Steering the sputtering young man to the nearby elevator, Jim patted him on the back."Damned if I know. But, hey, we can take care of ourselves just fine, remember? We've only got the two cases." With a grin, Richie agreed. "True. But it's still weird. Even for them." "That it is, Rich. That it is." *********************************' After collecting their bags, Joe and Richie made their way to the front of the airport.There, another surprise was awaiting them. Duncan and Methos had the car up front, as promised. But, instead of jumping out to open the trunk and assist them, the two of them were sitting side by side in the back seat. "Uh, guys. Wouldn't it be nice if we could put our bags in the trunk?" A hand extended from the back window, a bunch of keys dangling from it. "Certainly,Richie. Here you are." "Oookay. Thanks." Making short work of the luggage, Richie stepped back around the car to see Joe enscounced in the front passenger seat. The other two men seemed to be sprawled comfortably in the back, coats slung haphazardly between and over them. "Mac, are you gonna drive us outta here, or what?" With an elaborate yawn, Duncan shook his head. "Actually, Richie, I'm kind of tired.How about you drive us back?" "Me? You're going to willingly let *me* drive your car? Why?" Methos spoke up. "Think of it as practice in case you ever want to be a chauffeur. Just drive, Ryan." "Methos, be nice." Duncan frowned as Methos rolled his eyes then turned pointedly away from Duncan to stare out the side window. With a last shrug, Richie climbed behind the wheel, and they were off. ****************************** The ride to Joe's apartment was short and silent, with Duncan apparently asleep most of the way. After Joe tried to start a conversation with Methos and got nowhere beyond a couple of unintelligible grunts, he lapsed into silence as well. Duncan roused from his slumber when Richie pulled into Joe's usual parking spot. "Well, guys, I guess you can take it from here," he said cheerily. "Well..." Joe started. "No, no, Joe, you stay put. I can handle the bags. Be back in a flash." Pulling the keys out of the ignition, Richie stepped out of the car, then lifted their bags from the trunk. "Joe? Aren't you tired?" Duncan asked hopefully. Biting his tongue to keep from laughing, Joe shook his head. "Oh no, not at all. Richie and I know how much you two have been looking forward to having dinner with us. He'll be right back down and we'll just swing over to the bar. How's that?" "How's that?" Methos asked. "Well, I don't know. What do you think, MacLeod? How's that?" Reaching down to administer a vicious pinch to Duncan's imprisoned wrist, Methos made a tactical error when the resultant jerk reminded him forcefully of his own predicament. "Shit!" They both hissed simultaneously. "What? Mac, you do want to have dinner with us, don't you?" Joe asked just as Richie returned and climbed back into the car. Straightening the coats lying across both his and Methos' laps with a sigh, Duncan smiled at his friends. "Of course, we do, Joe. Just like Methos told you, we've been looking forward to it." ***************************** When they arrived at Joe's Bar, Duncan and Methos sent Joe and Richie on ahead into the bar, and they were able to take their time extricating themselves from the back seat of the car. Finally, on their feet and more or less presentable, they glowered at each other. Methos broke the stare first. "Oh for heaven's sake, MacLeod. Don't you dare pout. We are both equally in the kaka here, okay? We just have to figure out how to get out of it." "You're right." Duncan admitted. "We need to just go home and get out of these damn things." "Well?" "Richie took the car key inside with him." "He would. Fine, let's go get it." Duncan nodded reluctantly. "Okay. Let's do it." With deep breathes and much straightening of shoulders--and coats, the two shuffled forward. Music, a peppy calypso number, swelled out to meet them when they opened the door and stepped inside. Duncan was still racking his brain for a logical explanation for a quick getaway. "Um, Methos?" he inquired hopefully, but there was no answer from behind him. Indeed, the entire evening was beginning to remind Duncan of some sort of fever induced nightmare as Methos began gently bebopping into him from behind.Obviously, there would be no help from that quarter. Of course, there would be a huge crowd tonight, and it made foward progress difficult. Upon reaching the table where Joe and Richie waited, Duncan finally blurted the first thing to come to mind. "Methos has to go home. He's sick." "Sick? I thought you told me you didn't get sick, Methos." Richie snorted. "Yeah, try another one." By this time, Methos was immersed in a rousing rendition of "Day-O", emphasizing the chorus words "...me want to go home!" with more bumps that rapidly degraded to outright shoves while seeming to totally ignore his partner's attempts to extricate them from the situation. Duncan tried to subtly indicate to his lover that his help was needed by kicking backwards to attract Methos' attention. However, Methos' only reply to the urgent s.o.s. was another sharp pinch this time to Duncan's buttock, causing him to jump and let out a muffled yelp. Fine. Duncan would manage without him, damn the torpedoes, and old, unhelpful Immortals too. Leaning forward conspiratorily, Duncan said in a loud stage whisper,"Methos had an accident." "What??" Joe practically shrieked. Richie doubled over with laughter. "Oh my god!" Duncan grinned maliciously, "I need the keys. Gotta get him out of here before he embarrasses himself." Suddenly, Methos was there, leaning over Duncan's shoulder and pressing what Duncan had to consider his preternaturally sharp chin into the tender flesh at the base of Duncan's neck. "I heard that, you ill-mannered swine." "Ouch!" Duncan jerked out of harm's way, causing Methos to stagger. "I was talking about that collision you had with the waitress when we rushed in here--remember?" He asked pointedly. "Oh, *that* accident. Well, that's all right then. How very considerate of you, Duncan.Thank you for sparing me the embarrassment of explaining it!" "You're most welcome, Methos. I can certainly understand--" "Oh for--you two poppinjays are turning my stomach." Joe shook his head in amused disgust. "Would it be too terrible just to tell us what's going on?" "Well, actually, Joe..." Duncan paused, at a loss for what to say. Deciding the impasse had gone on long enough, Methos decided to take up the charge."Come on, MacLeod. Let's go! They're playing our song." He began to sing and sway once again, rubbing himself enticingly against Duncan's captive hand. "Oh god..." Duncan couldn't help but groan. "We have really got to go, guys." "Now just wait a minute, MacLeod. What kind of idiots do you take us for? Richie, what do you think? Are these two yanking our chain again or what?" Noting the suddenly blanched features of the two men standing in front of them, Richie studied the pair intensely. Shrugging, he said, "What do I think? I think they're trying to pull one over on us--again." Digging the keys from his pocket, he handed them to Duncan reluctantly. He paused when the song ended at last, only to smile as it began again. Someone was definitely in an island mood tonight. "In fact, I think there's only one thing to do!" Grabbing a giggling young lady who just happened to be sitting nearby, he swung her into place at Methos' back and shouted, "Conga line!" Immediately, several other women and a couple of men jumped up to join the line. Duncan was sputtering furiously, but no one was paying any attention. Shooting a look at Richie that promised retribution when he least expected it, Methos pasted a false smile on his face and urged Duncan forward. As Duncan took the first stumbling steps, Methos began to move in a sinuous bump-and-grind. With a forlorn look at Joe, Duncan grudgingly gave in to the inevitable as well. Step, step, step. Bump. Step, step, step.Bump. Slowly, the ever increasing snake of people made its merry way around the room, laughing and singing and having an altogether great time. Although he didn't forgo the opportunity to glower at Joe and Richie whenever the line turned in their direction, even Duncan began to relax a bit, until Methos suddenly altered the rhythm and began doing more bumping than stepping. Not to mention adding an entirely new bit of shuffling and rubbing to his repertoire. Duncan turned his head to make a scathing comment about old men who couldn't control themselves in public when he realized that the only reason Methos was bumping him more frequently was that someone else was bumping Methos more frequently. A female someone else, who was even now slowly running her hands over Methos' chest, down...down.... With an abrupt twist, Duncan pulled his lover from the voracious female's dastardly grip and broke for the door. Looking back once to see the Conga continuing with its new leader, Duncan drew a deep sigh of relief as he and Methos finally stepped outside. Turning to face the other man, Duncan frowned when he saw that Methos was laughing helplessly. "You just go ahead, funny boy. We almost got caught by a lot more people than just Joe and Richie in there." "Jealousy is such a good look for you, MacLeod. That young lady was merely enjoying the spirit of the music." "Uh huh. And when she enjoyed the spirit of the music all the way down to your balls, what would you have done then?" Methos shrugged insouciantly. "Bask in the glow of her awe?" "Bullshit." Drawing himself up, a superior smirk on his face, Methos replied, "Bull-sized maybe. However, we can always get Richie and Joe's opinions." Pointing back into the bar, he continued, "Why, here they come now." "Oh no, we're not going through that again!" With a not-so-gentle tug that brought a breathy squeak to Methos' lips, Duncan rushed to the car and opened the door on the driver's side. "Get in." "What? I'm not some ingenue you need to impress with pretty manners, MacLeod. Quite the contrar--ulp!" Methos voice cut off abruptly when Duncan shoved him backwards into the car, caught his legs with his free hand and folded them back towards Methos' chest then climbed in after him. "We don't have time for this, old man! Leave now, debate later." Turning on the ignition and shifting awkwardly, his left arm lying across his stomach and still maintaining its chain gang intimacy with Methos, Duncan put his foot to the gas and roared away just as Joe and Richie fought through the undulating crowd and burst the door. Pushing aside a flailing limb from a very disgruntled passenger, Duncan looked into the rearview mirror and smiled with satisfaction at their thwarted tormentors. A narrowly avoided kick to the side of his head led him to re-focus on the man still lying pretzeled beside him. Smiling down benevolently, Duncan began to pet and stroke the rampant cock that had somehow worked its way through the failing zipper and cuddled up to hispalm like...like... a pet cobra just waiting for the opportunity to strike. To describe Methos as disgruntled was a gross understatement. Though, Duncan snickered in spite of himself, his cock was obviously in disagreement. Resisting the impulse to direct his conversation to the more amenable portion of Methos' anatomy, he was just about to pull away--as far as was possible at least--when he felt it. A shudder coursing through his lover's body, accompanied with a distinct tremor in his own. "What the---?? Methos, what the hell was that?" Still miffed over the blatant disregard for his dignity, Methos merely said, "I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about, MacLeod. However, I can assure you, whatever it is, once I get out of this, you may not have to worry about it for a very long time." "Oh come on, Old Man." Duncan gently wiggled Methos' erect cock back and forth. "You shouldn't tell lies like that. See what happens? It's like poor Pinnochio. You just keep lying and lying and it just keeps growing and growing and growing..." "MacLeod!" Methos was laughing in spite of himself. "You're going to get us pulled over for indecent exposure! Stop that and let me get up!" When a grinning Duncan acquiesced, Methos carefully scooted around on his bottom, until he was in a more or less upright position. Tugging down his shirt and pulling his coat around himself as much as possible, he didn't make any move to dislodge Duncan's warm hand. In fact, he placed his hand over Duncan's and squeezed it as he sighed. "Duncan, Duncan, Duncan. What in the world am I going to do with you?" "I was just admiring your slave bracelet. You were right, old man, those aren't gumballs it's wrapped around." Sparing a quick look as he finally pulled the car into its familiar parking spot at the loft, Duncan smiled at his lover, "Now, you can start by telling me what I just felt." The quick quip that rose to Methos' lips died in the face of Duncan's more serious demeanor. "First of all, I wasn't lying when I said I got pierced long ago. I did, and I have been many times since." "But--" "Ah, ah. Just wait. Look, we're here. I think this would better be continued inside." Starting to open the passenger door, Methos thought better of it and turned back toDuncan. Gesturing toward the driver's side, he said, "Shall we?" Leaning forward, Duncan dropped a swift kiss on Methos' smiling lips. "Let's." ************************* Carefully crawling out of the car, the two men went up the outside stairs. After Duncan unlocked the door, they entered, then closed and locked it with a mutual sigh of relief. With no appreciable loss of momentum, Methos pushed Duncan across the room to the bed, pausing beside the bedside table and picking up the tiny golden key. "Duncan, since I locked us in, you should be the one to set us free." A frown darted across Duncan's expressive features as he took the key. "I'm not sure I like the sound of that." Inserting the key into the tiny opening on his wrist, he gave it a little twist and the bracelet popped open, still dangling from Methos' own. "What if I don't want to be free?" With a roguish gleam in his eyes, Duncan pushed Methos back until the older man sat on the bed, his legs spreading wide as Duncan positioned himself between them. Carefully, simply, he took Methos' erection in one hand, cradling it in his palm. Then he located the tiny keyhole and inserted the key. Another minute twist and the cockring fell to the floor, taking Duncan's bracelet with it. Not missing Methos' tiny jerk as the cockring's links slid through his piercing, Duncan looked up into the other man's eyes as he gave it an experimental tug. Methos' eyes were foggy, as if the world around him was out of focus, and Duncan knew all of his senses were concentrated on his cock. Bending slowly, Duncan licked at the head, tonguing the tiny slit. A groan from above encouraged Duncan to go further, to test the tiny ring dangling below, first with his teeth, then by thrusting his tongue into the small opening. This time, the groan was louder and, again, Duncan felt it. A familiar yet indscribable *something*. So familiar, so good....."Methos!" he breathed. "It feels like..." A caressing hand curved around Duncan's cheekbone as Methos smiled down. "Yes, it does. That's because I just had it done again this morning." He chuckled. "Silly thing keeps trying to heal itself. As, of course, will happen when I remove it later. But for now..." "For now..." Duncan said, brown eyes dancing as he traced a long finger up and down Methos' length. "You feel all...tingly." Enjoying the feel of hundreds of tiny fingers of energy dancing down his own spine as he flicked at the piercing, Duncan continued,"And so do I." Methos laughed aloud. "Exactly. And, Duncan," his voice lowered to a sultry growl, " if it makes you feel a little tingly from the outside, just imagine what it's going to feel like when it's inside." With that, Methos tugged his lover up onto the bed to fall back amongst the pillows. "Oh god." Even as Methos peeled the two of them out of their clothing, he had to chuckle again,"Yes?" Teasing mood long vanished, Duncan pulled Methos to him and thrust his pelvis up to grind against his lover's. "I don't care what you call yourself! Just fuck me!" Possessed by the wild light in Duncan's eyes, Methos could only breath, "Yes." After the most perfunctory of preparations, he positioned his slicked cock at the entrance to Duncan's body. "Ready, Highlander?" "Do it!" With a long groan, Methos shoved forward, forcing the head of his cock to breach the tight opening. The pain/pleasure was almost overwhelming as the tiny ring clutched at the puckered edge then went in as well. "Gods!" The shout echoed from the timbered roof. Duncan's answering shout encouraged Methos to press deeper still. Deeper. Deeper. Each delicious slide caused sparks of friction to course through the dark channel until finally Methos was flush against Duncan's flesh. Eyes tightly closed, relishing the tremors that wracked his body as well as Duncan's, Methos could only gasp as the waves of feeling cascaded through him. Finally, forcing his eyes open he looked down into the heated gaze of his lover. "Duncan." "Methos," Duncan's reply was equally breathless. One hand smoothed errant strands of dark hair back from Methos'brow in an apparent attempt to soothe, even as the other hand clung tightly to the other man's ass, urging him closer. "Are you...all right? It sounds almost--painful." Shaking his head, Methos smiled. "You have got to be joking. If you think I'm in pain, I must not be doing something right." "I didn't mean--" "Shh...it's fine." Methos pulled out halfway, changed the angle a bit then slammed back home. "Ahhh!" "See? I told you it felt incredible from the inside." Drawing back, Methos plunged back inside, setting a steady pace that rubbed against Duncan's prostate at each pump. The pleasure, the ecstasy was blinding. Millions of tiny, electrical charges corruscated at the point of their joining. Riding the crest of the wave, Duncan felt himself falling, falling as his climax claimed him. Encroaching darkness rose up, pierced with sparkling bursts of light that were both real yet unreal, ephemeral yet enduring. Distantly aware of Methos' throaty cry as his lover followed him over, Duncan could only hold on tightly, waiting for the tide of feeling to recede. Long moments later, the interior of the loft snapped into abrupt focus. Methos was lying on his back at Duncan's side, breathing heavily, a satiated smile on his face. Summoning the energy to roll onto one arm, Duncan studied his lover carefully. "What?" Methos had sensed Duncan's gaze upon him. "I love you." With a blink of surprise, Methos looked at the man beside him. The intensity, the honesty, the beauty of the man never ceased to enthrall him. And, if he was honest with himself, he knew it never would. "I love you, too." A winsome smile made Duncan seem impossibly young and carefree. "Good, then you won't mind doing something for me." "Aha, I knew it. An ulterior motive." Methos laughed and covered Duncan's mouth before he could protest. "I'm just kidding, Highlander. What do you want?" Nipping at the palm covering his mouth, Duncan shrugged it away then reached out to stroke Methos' spent cock. "Let me take it out." Methos stilled the hand on his still sensitive member, "Why?" "You mean you're going to leave it in?" "I thought you liked it." "I did! I do! I love it, but, Methos, there must be some reason you haven't had it in before." Methos nodded slowly, "Well, yes...Look at it." With a throaty chuckle, Duncan obliged. "I'm looking. Very impressive. Very impressive, indeed." "You idiot! Now you give me compliments after you've had your wicked way with me."Methos cuffed the side of Duncan's head playfully. "Look at it." Leaning closer, Duncan studied it carefully. Sure enough, Methos' cock was slowly regaining its former length. "Again, old man? Already?" "Try all the time. It gets...enervating after a while." "In that case..." Reaching down, Duncan carefully withdrew the tiny ring. One minute burst of healing energy and the piercing was gone as if it had never existed. "You'll just have to get your rocks off the old-fashioned way-with me." Duncan opened a bedside drawer and placed the ring inside. Then, bending, he placed a soft kiss on the unblemished skin Of Methos' cock. Threading his hands in Duncan's hair to draw him back up, Methos smiled at his lover's display of tenderness. "I think I can live with that." "Me too." With an obvious effort to lighten the moment, he said, "One thing I have to admit, MacLeod, while you get me into more predicaments than I care to remember, your methods of getting me out of them are inevitably pleasurable. I believe I'll keep you around, slaveboy." "Oh yeah?" Retrieving the fallen chains from the floor, Duncan looped Methos' around his cock and clicked it into place. "Don't forget this ownership thing goes both ways, OldMan. Besides, now I have the key." He gave his best evil chuckle, dangling the tiny golden object in front of his lover's nose. With a lightening move, Methos tried to snatch the key. Twisting and turning to keep it out of enemy hands, Duncan finally scooted back up against the head of the bed and popped it into his mouth. Shaking his finger warningly, he said, "Uh uh uh," as Methos stopped in mid-lunge. "Duncan. This is not funny. Spit it out. Now, Duncan!" Placing one hand on each side of Duncan's face, Methos began to squeeze, trying to force his jaws open. Snickering and wheezing, Duncan was just about to give in, when the elevator snapped into motion and headed for the ground floor. "MacLeod! Where's my dinner?" Joe's voice boomed through the elevator shaft. Scrambling frantically out of the bed, Methos turned to demand the key from Duncan--just as Duncan rolled forward as well. The impact of Methos' outstretched arm on Duncan's solar plexus was enough to send the air out of the other man with a 'whoosh' and send him gagging and coughing to the floor. Frozen in horror, Methos moaned, "Oh no. You didn't. Oh no! You didn't!" Nodding his head mournfully, Duncan looked up at him from the floor. "Isn't that just great!" Methos grabbed at his clothes and headed for the bathroom as Duncan slowly rose and began to tug his pants back on. "Shit!" He stopped as the awful truth slammed into him once more. "If you think I'm going to--Shit!" Watching his lover slam the bathroom door behind him, Duncan waited until he was sureMethos wasn't coming back out. Then he carefully opened his mouth and retrieved the tiny key that had been resting under his tongue. With a little snicker, he thrust it into his pants pocket. Hurriedly pulling his shirt over his head, he made it to the elevator just as Joe arrived."Joe! What perfect timing! I'm starved. Let me just get Methos and we'll be off. Wait right there. No use stepping out just to step back in. Where is Richie, by the way? You leave him in the car?" "Er, yes." Joe felt the familiar tide of confusion rising. Motor-mouth MacLeod was not the reception he'd expected. "Methos!" Duncan pounded on the bathroom door. "Joe and Richie are here to go to dinner. Hurry up, old man, or I'll send Joe in there after you!" "Fuck you, MacLeod!" With a wicked grin on his face, Duncan gave Joe an elaborate wink and replied, "Not now, dear, we have company!" Not bothering to listen to the fresh string of expletives he'd unleashed, Duncan joined Joe in the elevator. "Methos says he'll be right with us," he informed the other man. "Ah," was Joe's only reply. Sure enough, seconds later the bathroom door crashed open and Methos stalked over to the elevator. Dangling the golden key in the air behind Joe's head, Duncan smiled sweetly. "*Coming*, old man?" Methos' eyes narrowed. "Wouldn't miss it." Returning the key to his pocket, Duncan wriggled his brows at his disgruntled lover, then leaned over Methos to press the down button and plant a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek. "MacLeod!" Methos made a show of wiping off his damp cheek, but it was obvious he was pleased. "Not in front of the Watcher." "Oh don't mind me," Joe grinned. "I'm still on vacation." "In that case," Methos smiled as the elevator ground to a stop, "would you be willing to...turn your back?" end ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ back to Main page back to Highlander fanfic email: [email protected] |