Combined Madness

kirysa @ 2004-10-30T22:20:00

2004-10-31T03:20:01Z

Oi, we've been negleting this journal haven't we? Bad us.

Updates: CW is in beta chapters being posted to the website as they are out of beta. CW:Exodus is completed in first draft form on the update list. Tentive work on CW:3 has started.

Terms of Sale completed and betaed. Work on a Adult Jon-Rowen work has been started.

We did some work on a AU Duncan/Methos fic, where immortals rule the world and hold the techonlogy while the mortals live in medeival condtions. Duncan is a overlord of the Bristh isle, and buys Methos has a slave. Would anyone be intested in this?

Terms of Sale (Adult, D/M)

2004-08-11T00:26:53Z

Title: Terms of sale
Rating: Adult
Authors: Ryenna and Kijikun
Characters: Methos/Duncan
Beta: faile02
A/N: Set some time after NTB

Duncan watched Methos throw another beer cap over the fridge and sighed. He swore the man did that just to annoy him. Methos had been hanging around more than normal since he'd saved Duncan from giving his head up to save Joe and Amanda. Probably to keep him from doing anything crazy.

There were probably hundreds of caps back there. Methos chuckled and wondered when Mac would get around to clearing them out. Probably never.

"Methos, I'm going to make you clean those out at some point." Duncan chuckled.

"I very much doubt you could." Methos commented, draping himself over the couch and picking up his book.

"I'll cut off your beer supply." Duncan threatened, looking back at his own book. Fighting the temptation to whack the man with a pillow.

Methos gasped and looked over at him. "Surely not!"

Duncan gave him a dirty look giving up on his book. "Don't tempt me old man."

"Oh come on, it's not like you see them back there." Methos pointed out.

"There a fire hazard." Duncan muttered half-heartedly.

"They're metal." Methos shot back.

"And what should I tell the new owners when I sell this place? Don't mind the jagged bits of metal behind the fridge?" Duncan wanted to know, glaring over the top of his book.

"Why tell anyone?"

Duncan made a sound of exasperation.

"And when the hell would you be selling the place?" Methos asked, putting his book down.

Duncan didn't look up from the book; he'd hoped Methos wouldn't catch that. "I'm thinking it might be time to move on. Out of Paris, anyway."

"Oh? Where to? Back to Seacouver?"

"No." Duncan said after a moment. "I won't do that to Anne."

"So where then? Going to sail the seven seas? Buy a tree house in Uruguay?" Methos thought for a moment. "Maybe move to a hut in Cambodia? Or buy an island?"

"Buying an island is more what you would do Methos. And Connor's the sailor." Duncan told him with a shrug.

"I can see you in a tree house though. Hmm, maybe Jane Goodall's old place is up for sale..."

"I've got an old monastery in Spain." Duncan told him after a moment, not sure why he was even telling the man. It wasn't as if Methos told him his plans.

"Really?" Methos sat up, interested. "Well well, your very own holy ground."

Duncan snorted. "C'mon Methos all of us own some holy ground someplace." Not to mention Duncan tended to like to retreat to holy ground at times.

Methos shrugged, not mentioning that he owned several plots himself. "Well yeah, but that's an interesting one."

"No it isn't. It was Connor's...but he decided I need to get my ass out of Scotland more." Duncan smiled at the memory.

"I don't own a monastery..." Methos pointed out. "And Scotland's pretty dour. Spain's a lot more fun."

"Funny that's what Connor said. Maybe you should go bug him for a while; you two have loads in common." Duncan muttered.

"I don't want to bug Connor. I'd rather bug you."

"Lucky me." Duncan grumbled. "Really go visit Connor, you two can compare notes about me."

Methos chuckled and picked up his book again. "Let me know if you're selling."

Duncan resisted the urge to strangle the man. "Why? So you can harass the new owner?"

"So I can be the new owner."

Duncan looked up quickly, making a choking noise. "What?!" He looked in disbelief at his friend. "You hate water!"

"I figure I can rent it out. Make a little money."

“Like you need to make any money.” Duncan snorted. “Or are you going to play at being a grad student longer?”

Methos smiled slightly. “I don’t think I’ll tell you, Mac.”

Sighing heavily Duncan picked up his beer taking a long drink. "Want to head to Joe's?"

"Not really no. I was thinking I'd crash early." Methos looked over at Duncan as he made himself comfortable on the couch.

"Sleeping here again?" Duncan asked looking more interested in his beer than Methos.

"Yep. Unless you're going to throw me off the barge into the river." It was almost a dare.

Duncan snorted. "There's an idea. Can you even swim?"

"Very well." Methos said simply, flipping a page.

Chuckling in disbelief, Duncan regarded his friend for a moment. "You clean up the bottle caps and I'll sell it to you."

"How much?" Methos asked, sounding quite serious.

Duncan eyed Methos again, finishing off his beer. "For cleaning up the bottle caps and a kiss." He blinked as he said the words, what the hell was he doing? He consoled himself by thinking that Methos would never take him up on the latter part of the offer.

"Is that all? My goodness but you are cheap." Methos chuckled as he stood and walked over to the galley.

"You...you’re actually going to...” Duncan looked at him, eyes wide. He hadn't actually thought the man would do it.

Methos eyed the refrigerator for a minute before moving around to the side and peering between it and the bulkhead. "Might be tough... I think I can manage though."

"You can take your time." Duncan choked out. When was he going to learn how to read Methos better?

Methos found a broom and attempted to slide it into the narrow space. It wouldn't fit so he resigned himself to having to move the fridge.

"You know if it was easy I would have done it myself." Duncan muttered.

Methos looked over at him and laughed. "It's not that hard." He shoved the refrigerator away from the wall and swept up the pile of bottle caps that poured forth.

"Ass." Duncan muttered getting to his feet. He was going to need a lot more beer to deal with this.

"What are you doing?" Methos asked as he dumped the caps into the trash.

"Getting a beer." Duncan told him opening the fridge and getting one out, trying to ignore Methos.

"Right. I thought you were going to collect on the other half of your price." Methos shrugged and went back to the couch.

"Hah. Very funny. You knew I was joking." Duncan grumbled.

"You were?" Methos looked around the barge and sighed. "Oh well, I'll just go put those bottle caps back then."

"You'd better not!" Duncan growled stalking over to Methos. "You'd never have given up the other part of the price anyways."

Methos snorted. "One kiss? Oh come on Mac, that's hardly difficult."

"Maybe I should re-phrase the terms of the sale then." Duncan said crossing his arms, looking down at the infuriating man.

"Oh? And what do you want now? A blowjob?" Methos smirked up at him.

Duncan fought back at the flush, looking down at Methos. Flashes from a strange church and a look of longing on Methos’ face crossed his mind, as did the sight of Methos on his knees seeming to be begging... "Yea. For starters."

Methos blinked. "I suppose next you'll want to fuck me up the ass." He muttered.

Starting down at him a moment longer, Duncan stalked away from him. "Go home Methos."

Methos sighed and shook his head. "No, you wanted a kiss, you're getting a kiss."

Duncan sat down the beer bottle on the galley counter. "Get out Methos," he said without venom, just wanting the man gone before he said or did something he'd regret. Methos words seemed too harsh, to wrong. Too much like something he'd say to Kronos. The jealousness he'd felt in that dream world came back to him.

"What is it with you? You say you want it and then you don't. Fine. I'm going." Methos finished off his own beer and grabbed his book and coat. "But I'm getting this barge."

"Fuck, you want the barge so much take it!" Duncan growled tossing the keys at him. "And I don't use people like that Methos. You should know that."

"And here I thought you were genuinely interested. Keep the damn barge Mac. Call me when you want to collect..."

"You’re the one that wanted the barge in the first place..." Duncan fumed, glaring at his back.

"You said you were selling! Like I'd pass up the chance to keep this place." Methos turned in the doorway and stared at Duncan.

"Why would you want it? And don't give me that bullshit about renting it." Duncan demanded.

Methos shrugged, looking away. "Well, eventually you'll come back to Paris... and where would you stay?"

"You’re assuming I'd be coming back to Paris anytime soon Methos." Duncan sighed leaning against the counter.

"Assuming, hoping..." Methos muttered.

"Methos..." Duncan leaned his head on the counter. "What do you want from me?"

"A kiss." Methos said after a moment of thought.

"Fine." Duncan wanted the man to leave so he could get drunk. Very drunk.

"Fine?"

"You want a kiss? Then come get it and let me go to bed." Duncan sighed.

Methos tossed his book to the couch and walked over to Duncan. He reached out and touched Duncan's cheek once before leaning forward and kissing his lips softly. He pulled back and smirked. "There, now the barge is mine."

"What about the rest of it?" Duncan asked before he could stop himself, his hand curling around the back of Methos neck.

"Oh you want to collect on that tonight too?" Methos smiled at Duncan's touch.

"I..." Duncan’s hand shook on Methos’ neck.

"You do or you don't. Or I can just stay on the couch..." Methos couldn't help himself, leaning in to kiss Duncan again.

He fell into the kiss, curling his arm around the man for support. Duncan’s tongue stroked Methos’ lips tasting the beer.

Methos chuckled against Duncan's mouth, placing his hands on Duncan's hips.

"I don't want to use you." Duncan whispered against the man's mouth.

"Use me? Oh please, I'm easy." Methos laughed as he pulled back.

Duncan frowned wishing he could put into words what he was feeling. "I don't want to risk our friendship."

"Oh, well if that's what you're worried about..." Methos rolled his eyes. "Mac, Duncan, what the hell is wrong with having some fun?"

"No strings? We'll still be friends?" Duncan asked uncertainly.

"I promise." Methos assured him. "What's a blowjob between friends right?"

Duncan flushed slightly.

Methos touched his cheek again, grinning. "That's so adorable..."

That made him blush more. "Is not." he murmured.

"Oh but it is." Methos insisted. "Very adorable. So adorable I find myself unable to resist your charms."

"Can’t resist me huh?" Duncan smiled slightly dipping his head for another kiss.

"Nope." Methos told him as they parted again. "Not anymore."

"Oh, and you could before?" Duncan wanted to know, suddenly addicted to the feel of Methos hair.

"I've managed for the past few years, yes." Methos murmured, running his hands under Duncan's shirt.

Duncan groaned softly trying to process what Methos was saying. "Glad I wasn't the only one..."

"So why did we bother?" Methos wondered, now beginning to unbutton Duncan's shirt from the bottom up.

He was tugging up Methos shirt. "I don't know."

"Seems awfully foolish now doesn't it." Methos muttered. He raised his arms to allow Duncan to remove his shirt.

"You could have done something first...” Duncan pointed out.

"Oh right. Make the old man do all the work." Methos peeled off Duncan's shirt and tossed it aside.

Duncan pulled Methos shirt off, throwing it aside where his own had landed. "You do all the work? You manage everything so you don't have to..."

"And the managing is more than the work itself!" Methos laughed, pressing close to Duncan for a fleeting kiss before he brought his hands down to the Highlander's hips.

Duncan's hand stroked down Methos back, learning the feel of his skin. "Bitch bitch bitch."

"Fine, you want me to do the work..." Methos trailed off and quickly had Duncan's pants down around his ankles, and was on his knees. "Thinks I don't do any work, huh..." Methos muttered to himself as he tugged down Duncan's underwear.

"Ah...Methos..."Duncan moaned leaning against the counter. He looked down at his Methos, running his fingers thought the man's short hair.

Methos looked up at him and grinned. "Then again, this isn't really work."

Duncan flushed at the sight of his friend kneeling in front of him, while his own pants and underwear were pulled down to his knees.

"This..." Methos paused to lick the very tip of Duncan's cock. "Is..." Another lick. "Fun." And another.

Making a noise like a whine, Duncan’s flush spread to his ears. "Tease..." He accused, leaning his head back. He wouldn't be able to last long if he kept looking at the man as he did these things to him.

Methos responded by taking Duncan into his mouth then drawing back slowly, running his tongue up his length. He braced his hands on Duncan's hips and bobbed forward again, deeper this time.

Duncan widened his stance, stroking Methos’ hair, loving the feel of the soft short strands. "Methos..." His breath was raged as he tried to thrust, afraid of hurting Methos.

His hands clenched on Duncan's hips as Methos felt his hesitation. He pulled Duncan forward into his mouth, sucking on him as hard as he could.

His hands slipped against the counter leaving him leaned back on to the flat of his arms. Crying out in pleasure and shock, Duncan's bucked his hips forward once before coming down his friend’s throat. Tears born from pleasure and shame pricked his eyes.

Methos sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth before standing up and smiling at Duncan. "That was even better than I'd been hoping for." He commented.

Trying to catch his breath, Duncan looked at him wondering what spell Methos had woven over him. "That was...hell I've never come like that before."

Methos looked at him in surprise. "Really?"

Duncan flushed again. "Not with a man."

That brought a chuckle from Methos' lips. "Then you haven't been with the right men."

Duncan's gazed darkened. "You don't know what you’re talking about." He said, the memory of Jacob coming up to haunt him. Jacob had been a good man, a good friend...it wasn't his fault that Duncan...he quickly shut down that line of thought.

Methos shrugged. "No matter. I take it you enjoyed?"

He nodded, trying to think of a graceful way to pull up his pants. "I guess the barge is yours."

"I guess so." Methos patted Duncan's shoulder. "You're welcome to stay. You can even take the bed."

Duncan looked away pulling up his underwear and pants, feeling oddly...thrown away. "We're big boys I think we can share the bed."

Methos snorted at Duncan's choice of wording and crossed his arms. "Oh really? I don't know, I'm very immature for my age. Very hormonal..."

"I'll live." Duncan muttered, reaching out on instinct to stroke Methos throat.

Methos closed his eyes at Duncan's touch and shook himself. "Will you?"

"Unless you’re planning on killing me and dumping me into the canal?" Duncan asked, his fingers stroking the nape.

"Ahh... no, wasn't planning on it." Methos closed one hand around Duncan's wrist. "Duncan... I thought you said friend’s right?"

"Right, I want us to still be friends...”

Methos nodded. "Just making sure. I've been told I steal the blankets." He warned as he leaned closer to Duncan.

"I snore." Duncan warned pulling the man even closer. "Methos...." He trailed his hand down the bare skin of his back. "Let me please you."

"Will you take the barge back if I do?" Methos asked, whispering into Duncan's ear before nibbling at it.

"Depends on what your terms of sale are...." He murmured back, stroking Methos side and his neck.

"I'll have to think about it." Methos promised.

"Bed?" Duncan asked, biting at the sweet curve of Methos neck.

Methos nodded and pulled Duncan out of the galley towards the steps to the bed.

"I've wanted to taste this bit of skin for years." Duncan admitted, still licking and biting the curve of Methos neck as if he was drawling strength from it. He shed his pants as he walked forward.

Methos backed up the steps, keeping his hands on Duncan's chest as he moved.

Groaning softly, Duncan backed Methos straight back into the bed. Pushing him down on to the bed, Duncan started to unbutton Methos pants.

Methos raised himself up on his elbows to watch Duncan, a pleased grin playing on his lips.

Duncan flushed slightly as he unzipped his friend pants and tugged them down to his ankles. It been awhile since he'd even thought about doing something like this, but he wanted to give Methos this, wanted to try it with the man.

Methos hadn't quite expected this much of a reaction from Duncan, but then he hadn't expected the request of a kiss either. He kicked off his pants and sat up to pull Duncan close for a kiss.

Kissing him back briefly, Duncan pulled away to sink to his knees between Methos’ spread legs.

Methos widened his legs and sighed in pleasure as Duncan's skin brushed his own.

Duncan stroked an experimental finger up Methos’ shaft, his other hand stroking the strong thigh. Despite his intentions of lasting longer than Duncan had, Methos felt his hips buck against Duncan's touch.

A shiver of pleasure at Methos’ response sparks through his. "How long have you wanted me?" Duncan asked softly, his breath out on Methos skin. He ran his tongue over the very tip to see his reaction to that.

Methos bit back a gasp and took a deep breath before answering. "Since before I met you. I'd been watching you for years..."

"And you never said anything..." Duncan whispered in disbelief, curling his fingers around Methos’ shaft and stroking downwards slowly. "Why?"

Unable to hold back again, Methos groaned and thrust up into Duncan's hand. "I'm a patient man..."

"I wanted to do this with you...after Bordereaux." Duncan stroked him again, before closing his mouth over just the tip.

Methos groaned again and fell back onto the bed, gripping the blankets tightly in both hands.

Little by little Duncan took more of Methos into his mouth. His hands sliding up onto Methos hips holding him down. He'd wanted this for so long, and had told himself for equally as long that it would be at least another decade in coming, if ever-it was so good, Duncan's mouth was hot and wet and Methos was lost in it.

Duncan wasn't prepared for Methos to go so quickly and when his body calmed, Duncan raised his head with parting lick. "I thought you old men could last longer than that..." He teased.

Methos scowled at him and shook his head. "That's fifteen years of waiting there. Try me tomorrow and I hope you don't have plans."

Laughing Duncan climbed up onto the bed and pressed a kiss to Methos lips. "I guess the barge is mine again."

"I never set a price!" Methos cried.

Duncan laughed again. "Well now's your chance then." He nuzzled Methos’ throat pulling the man further up the bed with him.

Methos curled up against Duncan and thought. "Dinner. Tomorrow night."

"Deal." Duncan wrapped an arm around the man's shoulder, liking the feel of him there.

"And what then, will it take to buy it back?" Methos wondered.

"You in my bed again tomorrow night?" Duncan said after a pause.

Methos nodded, smiling to himself. It seemed a good situation, the barge acting as an excuse for their actions. "Sounds like a deal to me."

"Good." Duncan turned his head slightly and kissed Methos softly, before pulling the covers up over them.

tbc

kirysa @ 2004-07-10T12:21:00

2004-07-10T19:21:02Z

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2004-07-09T22:10:15Z

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Changing Ways (1/?) Re-written (NC-17)

2004-07-07T19:27:57Z

Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, sex in this part, un-beted
Characters: Duncan/Methos, Amanda, ofc
A/N: Well we said we'd re-write the first two parts to make them flow better. So here's chapter One in re-written form.
Changing ways (1/?) Re-written, NC-17, edited
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kirysa @ 2004-07-01T18:27:00

2004-07-01T23:27:54Z

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kirysa @ 2004-06-24T13:26:00

2004-06-24T18:26:56Z

Title: Terms of sale (2/?)
Part: 2
Rating: R/Adult
Characters: Methos/Duncan
Warnings: WIP rough draft, angst and Duncan brooding
A/N: Set some time after NTB. There is sex in this part.
Summary: Duncan wants to sell the barge and Methos wants to buy it.

"Seems awfully foolish now doesn't it." Methos muttered. He raised his arms to allow Duncan to remove his shirt.

"You could have done something first...”Ducnan pointed out.

"Oh right. Make the old man do all the work." Methos peeled off Duncan's shirt and tossed it aside.

Duncan pulled Methos shirt off throwing it aside where his own had landed. "You do all the work? You manage everything so you don't have to..."

"And the managing is more than the work itself!" Methos laughed, pressing close to Duncan for a fleeting kiss before he brought his hands down to the Highlander's hips.

Duncan's hand stroked down Methos back learning the feel of his skin. "Bitch bitch bitch."

"Fine, you want me to do the work..." Methos trailed off and quickly had Duncan's pants down around his ankles and was on his knees. "Thinks I don't do any work, huh..." Methos muttered to himself as he tugged down Duncan's underwear.

"Ah...Methos..."Duncan moaned leaning against the counter. He looked down at his Methos, running his fingers thought the man's short hair.

Methos looked up at him and grinned. "Then again, this isn't really work."

Duncan flushed at the sight of his friend kneeling in front of him, while his own pants and underwear were pulled down to his knees.

"This..." Methos paused to lick the very tip of Duncan's cock. "Is..." Another lick. "Fun." And another.

Making a noise like a whine, Duncan flush spread to his ears. "Tease..." He accused, leaning his head back. He wouldn't be able to last long if he kept looking at the man as he did these things to him.

Methos responded by taking Duncan into his mouth then drawing back slowly, running his tongue up his length. He braced his hands on Duncan's hips and bobbed forward again, deeper this time.

Duncan widened his stance, stroking Methos hair loving the feel of the soft short strands. "Methos..." His breath was raged as he tried to thrust afraid of hurting Methos.

His hands clenched on Duncan's hips as Methos felt his hesitation. He pulled Duncan forward into his mouth, sucking on him as hard as he could.

His hands slipped against the counter leaving him leaned back on to the flat of his arms. Crying out in pleasure and shock Duncan's bucked his hips forward once before coming down his friend’s throat. Tears born from pleasure and shame pricked his eyes.

Methos sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth before standing up and smiling at Duncan. "That was even better than I'd been hoping for." He commented.

Trying to catch his breath, Duncan looked at him wondering what spell Methos had woven over him. "That was...hell I've never come like that before."

Methos looked at him in surprise. "Really?"

Duncan flushed again. "Not with a man."

That brought a chuckle from Methos' lips. "Then you haven't been with the right men."

Duncan's gazed darkened. "You don't know what you’re talking about." He said, the memory of Jacob coming up to haunt him. Jacob had been a good man, a good friend...it wasn't his fault that Duncan...he quickly shut down that line of thought.

Methos shrugged. "No matter. I take it you enjoyed?"

He nodded, trying to think of a graceful way to pull up his pants. "I guess the barge is yours."

"I guess so." Methos patted Duncan's shoulder. "You're welcome to stay. You can even take the bed."

Duncan looked away pulling up his underwear and pants, feeling oddly...thrown away. "We're big boys I think we can share the bed."

Methos snorted at Duncan's choice of wording and crossed his arms. "Oh really? I don't know, I'm very immature for my age. Very hormonal..."

"I'll live." Duncan muttered, reaching out on instinct to stroke Methos throat.

Methos closed his eyes at Duncan's touch and shook himself. "Will you?"

"Unless you’re planning on killing me and dumping me into the canal?" Duncan asked, his fingers stroking the nape.

"Ahh... no, wasn't planning on it." Methos closed one hand around Duncan's wrist. "Duncan... I thought you said friend’s right?"

"Right, I want us to still be friends...”

Methos nodded. "Just making sure. I've been told I steal the blankets." He warned as he leaned closer to Duncan.

"I snore." Duncan warned pulling the man even closer. "Methos...." He trailed his hand down the bare skin of his back. "Let me please you."

"Will you take the barge back if I do?" Methos asked, whispering into Duncan's ear before nibbling at it.

"Depends on what your terms of sale are...." He murmured back, stroking Methos side and his neck.

"I'll have to think about it." Methos promised.

"Bed?" Duncan asked, biting at the sweet curve of Methos neck.

Methos nodded and pulled Duncan out of the galley towards the steps to the bed.

"I've wanted to taste this bit of skin for years." Duncan admitted, still licking and biting the curve of Methos neck as if he was drawling strength from it. He shed his pants as he walked forward.

Methos backed up the steps, keeping his hands on Duncan's chest as he moved.

Groaning softly, Duncan back Methos straight back into the bed. Pushing him down on to the bed, Duncan started to unbutton Methos pants.

Methos raised himself up on his elbows to watch Duncan, a pleased grin playing on his lips.

Duncan flushed slightly as he unzipped his friend pants and tugged them down to his ankles. It been awhile since he'd even thought about doing something like this, but he wanted to give Methos this, wanted to try this with the man.

Methos hadn't quite expected this much of a reaction from Duncan, but then he hadn't expected the request of a kiss either. He kicked off his pants and sat up to pull Duncan close for a kiss.

Kissing him back briefly, Duncan pulled away to sink to his knees between Methos knees.

Methos widened his legs and sighed in pleasure as Duncan's skin brushed his own.

Duncan stroked an experimental finger up Methos shaft, his other hand stroking the strong thigh. Despite his intentions of lasting longer than Duncan had, Methos felt his hips buck against Duncan's touch.

A shiver of pleasure at Methos response sparks through his. "How long have you wanted me?" Duncan asked softly his breath out on Methos skin. He ran his tongue over the very tip to see his reaction to that.

Methos bit back a gasp and took a deep breath before answering. "Since before I met you. I'd been watching you for years..."

"And you never said anything..." Duncan whispered in disbelief, curling his fingers around Methos shaft and stroking downwards slowly. "Why?"

Unable to hold back again Methos groaned and thrust up into Duncan's hand. "I'm a patient man..."

"I wanted to do this with you...after Bordereaux." Duncan stroked him again, before closing his mouth over just the tip.

Methos groaned again fell back onto the bed, gripping the blankets tightly in both hands.
Little by little Duncan took more of Methos into his mouth. His hands sliding up onto Methos hips holding him down.
He'd wanted this for son long, and had told himself for equally as long that it would be at least another decade in coming, if ever-it was so good, Duncan's mouth was hot and wet and Methos was lost in it.

Duncan wasn't prepared for Methos to go so quickly and when his body calmed, Duncan raised his head with parting lick. "I thought you old men could last longer than that..." He teased.

Methos scowled at him and shook his head. "That's fifteen years of waiting there. Try me tomorrow and I hope you don't have plans."

Laughing Duncan climbed up onto the bed and pressed a kiss to Methos lips. "I guess the barge is mine again."

"I never set a price!" Methos cried.

Duncan laughed again. "Well now's your chance then." He nuzzled Methos throat pulling the man further up the bed with him.

Methos curled up against Duncan and thought. "Dinner. Tomorrow night."

"Deal." Duncan wrapped an arm around the man's shoulder, liking the feel of him there.

"And what then will it take to buy it back?" Methos wondered.

"You in my bed again tomorrow night?" Duncan said after a pause.
Methos nodded, smiling to himself. It seemed a good situation, the barge acting as an excuse for their actions. "Sounds like a deal to me."

"Good." Duncan turned his head slightly and kissed Methos softly before pulling the covers up over them.

kirysa @ 2004-06-23T15:46:00

2004-06-23T20:47:16Z

Title: Terms of sale
Rating: R/Adult
Characters: Methos/Duncan
Warnings: WIP, rough draft
A/N: Set some time after NTB
Summary: Duncan wants to sell the barge and Methos wants to buy it.

Duncan watched Methos through another beer cap over the fridge and sighed. He swore the man did that just to annoy him. Methos had been hanging around more than normal since he'd saved Duncan from giving his head up to save Joe and Amanda. Probably to keep him from doing anything crazy.

There were probably hundreds of caps back there. Methos chuckled and wondered when Mac would get around to clearing them out. Probably never.

"Methos I'm going to make you clean those out at some point." Duncan chuckled.

"I very much doubt you could." Methos commented, draping himself over the couch and picking up his book.

"I'll cut off your beer supply." Duncan threatened, looking back at his own book. Fighting the temptation to whack the man with a pillow.

Methos gasped and looked over at him. "Surely not!"

Duncan gave him a dirty look, looking back to his book.

"Don't tempt me old man."

"Oh come on, it's not like you see them back there." Methos pointed out.

"There a fire hazard." Duncan pointed out.

"They're metal." Methos shot back.

"And what should I tell the new owners when I sell this place? Don't mind the jagged bits of metal behind the fridge?" Duncan wanted to know glaring over the top of his book.

"Why tell anyone?"

Duncan made a sound of exasperation.

"And when the hell would you be selling the place?" Methos asked, putting his book down.

Duncan didn't look up from the book; he'd hoped Methos wouldn't catch that. "I'm thinking it might be time to move on. Out of Paris anyways."

"Oh? Where to? Back to Seacouver?"

"No." Duncan said after a moment. "I won't do that to Anne."

"So where then? Going to sail the seven seas? Buy a tree house in Uruguay?" Methos thought for a moment. "Maybe move to a
hut in Cambodia? Or buy an island?"

"Buying an island is more what you would do Methos. And Connor's the sailor." Duncan told him with a shrug.

"I can see you in a tree house though. Hmm, maybe Jane Goodall's old place is up for sale..."

"I've got an old monastery in Spain." Duncan told him after a moment, not sure why he was even telling the man. It wasn't as if Methos told him his plans.

"Really?" Methos sat up, interested. "Well well, your very own holy ground."

Duncan snorted. "C'mon Methos all of us own some holy ground someplace." Not to mention Duncan tended to like to retreat to
holy ground at times.

Methos shrugged, not mentioning that he owned several plots himself. "Well yeah, but that's an interesting one."

"No it isn't. It was Connor's...but he decided I need to get my ass out of Scotland more." Duncan smiled at the memory.

"I don't own a monastery..." Methos pointed out. "And Scotland's pretty dour. Spain's a lot more fun."

"Funny that's what Connor said. Maybe you should go bug him for a while, you two have loads in common." Duncan muttered.

"I don't want to bug Connor. I'd rather bug you."

"Lucky me." Duncan grumbled. "Really go visit Connor you two and compare notes about me."

Methos chuckled and picked up his book again. "Let me know if you're selling."

"Why? So you can harass the new owner?"

"So I can be the new owner."

Duncan looked up quickly making a choking noise. "What?!"

He looked in disbelief at his friend. "You hate water!"

"I figure I can rent it out. Make a little money."

Duncan picked up his beer taking a long drink. "Want to head to Joe's?"

"Not really no. I was thinking I'd crash early." Methos looked over at Duncan as he made himself comfortable on the couch.

"Sleeping here again?" Duncan asked looking more interested in his beer than Methos.

"Yep. Unless you're going to throw me off the barge into the river."

Duncan snorted. "There's an idea. Can you even swim?"

"Very well." Methos said simply, flipping a page.

Chuckling in disbelief, Duncan regarded his friend for a moment. "You clean up the bottle caps and I'll sell it to you."

"How much?" Methos asked, sounding quite serious.

Duncan eyed Methos again finishing off his beer. "For cleaning up the bottle caps...and...a kiss." He blinked as he said the words, what the hell was he doing? He consoled himself by thinking that Methos would never take him up on the latter part of the offer.

"Is that all? My goodness but you are cheap." Methos chuckled as he stood and walked over to the galley.

"You...you’re actually going to..."Duncan looked at him, eyes wide. He hadn't actually thought the man would do it...

Methos eyed the refrigerator for a minute before moving around to the side and peering between it and the bulkhead. "Might be
tough... I think I can manage though."

"You can take your time." Duncan choked out. When was he going to learn how to read Methos better?

Methos found a broom and attempted to slide it into the narrow space. It wouldn't fit so he resigned himself to having to move the fridge.

"You know if it was easy I would have done it myself." Duncan muttered.

Methos looked over at him and laughed. "It's not that hard." He shoved the refrigerator away from the wall and swept up the pile of bottle caps which poured forth.

"Ass." Duncan muttered getting to his feet. He was going to need a lot more beer to deal with this.

"What are you doing?" Methos asked as he dumped the caps into the trash.

"Getting a beer." Duncan told him opening the fridge and getting on out, trying to ignore Methos.

"Right. I thought you were going to collect on the other half of your price." Methos shrugged and went back to the couch.

"Hah. Very funny. You knew I was joking." Duncan grumbled.

"You were?" Methos looked around the barge and sighed. "Oh well, I'll just go put those bottle caps back then."

"You'd better not!" Duncan growled stalking over to Methos. "You'd never have given up the other part of the price anyways."

Methos snorted. "One kiss? Oh come on Mac, that's hardly difficult."

"Maybe I should re-phrase the terms of the sale then." Duncan said crossing his arms, looking down at the infuriating man.

"Oh? And what do you want now? A blowjob?" Methos smirked up at him.

Duncan fought back at flush looking down at Methos. Flashes from a strange church and a look a longing on Methos face crossed his mind, as did the sight of Methos on his knees seeming to be begging... "Yea. For starters."

Methos blinked. "I suppose next you'll want to fuck me up the ass." He muttered.

Starting down at him a moment longer, Duncan stalked away from him. "Go home Methos."

Methos sighed and shook his head. "No, you wanted a kiss, you're getting a kiss."

Duncan sat down the beer bottle on the galley counter. "Get out Methos." He said without venom, just wanting the man gone before he said or did something he'd regret. Methos words seemed too harsh, to wrong. To much like something he'd say to Kronos. The jealous he'd felt in that dream world came back to him.

"What is it with you? You say you want it and then you don't. Fine. I'm going." Methos finished off his own beer and grabbed his book and coat. "But I'm getting this barge."

"Fuck you want the barge so much take it!" Duncan growled tossing the key's at him. "And I'm

"And I don't use people like that Methos. You should know that."

"And here I thought you were genuinely interested. Keep the damn barge Mac. Call me when you want to collect..."

"You’re the one that wanted the barge in the first place..."Duncan fumed glaring at his back.

"You said you were selling! Like I'd pass up the chance to keep this place." Methos turned in the doorway and stared at Duncan.

"Why would you want it? And don't give me that bullshit about renting it." Duncan demanded.

Methos shrugged, looking away. "Well, eventually you'll come back to Paris... and where would you stay?"

"Your assuming I'd be coming back to Paris anytime soon Methos." Duncan sighed leaning against the counter.

"Assuming, hoping..." Methos muttered.

"Methos..." Duncan he leaned his head on the counter. "What do you want from me?"

"A kiss." Methos said after a moment of thought.

"Fine." Duncan wanted the man to leave so he could get drunk. Very drunk.

"Fine?"

"You want a kiss? Then come get it and let me go to bed." Duncan sighed.

Methos tossed his book to the couch and walked over to Duncan. He reached out and touched Duncan's cheek once before leaning forward and kissing his lips softly. He pulled back and smirked. "There, now the barge is mine."

"What about the rest of it?" Duncan asked before he could stop himself. His hand curling around the back of Methos neck.

"Oh you want to collect on that tonight too?" Methos smiled at Duncan's touch.

"I..." Duncan hand shook on his neck. The last time....the only time he'd been with a man had been Jacob Galanti.

"You do or you don't. Or I can just stay on the couch..." Methos couldn't help himself, leaning in to kiss Duncan again.
He fell into the kiss, curling his arm about the man as is for support. Duncan tongue stroking Methos lips tasting the beer.
Methos chuckled against Duncan's mouth, placing his hands on Duncan's hips.

"I don't want to use you." Duncan whispered against the man's mouth.

"Use me? Oh please, I'm easy." Methos laughed as he pulled back.

Duncan frowned wishing he could put into words what he was feeling. "I don't want to risk our friendship."

"Oh, well if that's what you're worried about..." Methos rolled his eyes. "Mac, Duncan, what the hell is wrong with having some fun?"

"No strings? We'll still be friends?" Duncan asked uncertainly.

"I promise." Methos assured him. "What's a blowjob between friends right?"

Duncan flushed slightly. After four hundred year he of that he'd be able to control that.

Methos touched his cheek again, grinning. "That's so adorable..."

That made him blush more. "Is not." he murmured.

"Oh but it is." Methos insisted. "Very adorable. So adorable I find myself unable to resist your charms."

"Can resist me huh?" Duncan smiled slightly dipping his head for another kiss.

"Nope." Methos told him as they parted again. "Not anymore."

"Oh and you could before?" Duncan wanted to know, suddenly addicted to the feel of Methos hair.

"I've managed for the past few years yes." Methos murmured, running his hands under Duncan's shirt.

Duncan groaned softly trying to process what Methos was saying. "Glad I wasn't the only one..."

"So why did we bother?" Methos wondered, now beginning to unbutton Duncan's shirt from the bottom up.

He was tugging up Methos shirt. "I don't know."

tbc

kirysa @ 2004-06-21T13:11:00

2004-06-21T18:11:16Z

Would anyone be interested in us posting all the chapters of Changing ways that are done so far? It wouldn't be betaed and sections might be missed/changed by the final edit.

Also would anyone be interested in the posting of any of the Jon MacLeod/Methos peices we done?

About time (Duncan/Methos, Adult, first time)

2004-06-17T00:34:44Z

Title: About time
Authors: Kirysa (Ryenna and Kijikun)
Rating: Adult
Characters: Duncan/Methos
Warnings: Slash, First time, un-beated
Series: Can Stand-alone or be part of the Changing Ways Universe
Summary: Duncan finally has enough of Methos teasing.

It was a warm spring day in Seacouver, not hot enough for the air condition but there was a fan in the corner of the dojo whirling softly. Two immortals circled each other in the middle of the room, swords drawn.

"Methos?" Duncan chuckled. "You going to dance around me all afternoon?" he teased.

"Very funny Mac." Methos swung at Duncan.

Duncan blocked easily, and then turned the block into an attack cutting through Methos's shirt.
"Whoops." Duncan chuckled.

"Hey!" Methos thrust at him aggressively. "I liked this shirt!"

"It looks like every other shirt you have!" Duncan laughed, dogging the blow.

"I like all my shirts!" Methos shrugged out of the sliced shirt and tossed it aside with one hand, the other keeping his sword up and pointed at Duncan.

Duncan eyes linger along his now beer chest. "Shall we call it enough for today; I've got some beer upstairs."

"I don't know Mac; you're not just trying to get me to lower my guard with false promises of beer... are you?" Methos caught Duncan's look and smiled to himself. Promises of beer indeed...

"Well that and my shower...." Duncan grinned.

"First dibs on the shower!" Methos cried, racing for the lift and slamming down the gate before Duncan could get in. Even knowing that Duncan could take the stairs pretty fast, Methos made it to the loft before him.

Duncan laughed has he made it to the loft just after Methos. "Cheater." He accused good naturedly.

Methos smirked at him and slipped into the bathroom ahead of Duncan.

"Prat!" Duncan called, getting beers out of the fridge. The Scot lounged on the couch peeling off his own shirt.

Methos had stripped off his pants when he looked around and realized there were no towels. He opened the door to the bathroom. "Mac! Towels!'

"You want towels? Don't you know I'm a barbarian?" Duncan chuckled. Getting up he got the towels out of the closet. "Here you go your highness." Duncan said, then not being able to resist, leaned in and stole a kiss.

Methos blinked and pulled back, startled. "Ah... Mac?"

"Aye?" Duncan chuckled at the look on his friends face.

"Where the hell did that come from?" Methos asked, now very aware of the lack of his own clothing and Duncan's bare chest.

Duncan blinked. "Where the hell have you been? You’re the one that’s been teasing me for years."

"Right." Methos blinked again and then grinned. "So does that mean you're going to join me in the shower?"

"Hmm...maybe you should wait for that shower. No sense in getting clean just to get dirty," Duncan kissed him again, slowly this time. His tongue dipping into the other man's mouth.

With Duncan kissing him, Methos' only choice for response was physical. He placed his hands on Duncan's chest, pausing to feel the taunt muscles there before reaching around to Duncan's back, drawing him closer.

Duncan hands slide to his hips pulling Methos's body to his own. His tongue possessed the other immortals mouth. Finally he broke the kiss with a soft growl.

Methos gasped. "Well, this is nice. How dirty were you planning on getting?"

"Very dirty." Duncan growled, moving his attentions to the strong column of Methos throat.

Methos sighed with pleasure and leaned his head back. "Maybe we should... ah... go sit, or lie, down?"

"Bed." Duncan agreed capturing his hands and leading him towards the bed.

Methos followed him, chuckling. "Well it certainly took you long enough..."

"Took ME long enough. You’re the tease." Duncan accused laughing as he pushed him down on the bed. His large hands stroked down Methos's ribs hitting ticklish spots.

Methos gasped out a laugh and wrestled with Duncan, flipping him over. "Yes! I'm a tease! You're supposed to act on that!"

Duncan laughed allowing himself to be pined to the bed. "I'm the noble one, remember?"

"Right, sure, remember I've had many a drunken talk with Amanda..." Methos smirked and leaned down for a kiss.

Kissing the older man back passionately, Duncan tangled a hand in his arm. Arching his hips he rubbed his straining erection against Methos bare skin. "I'm almost afraid to ask what she said...”

"That you're an animal in bed..." Methos chuckled, lowering his hips to rest his own erection against Duncan's. "So you're okay with this I take it?"

Duncan flushed a bit; he'd have to have a talk with Amanda. "I wouldn't have kissed you if I wasn't Methos." he said trying to sound confidant.

Methos nodded and kissed him again, sitting himself on Duncan's lap and running his hands over his chest. He'd been having dreams about Duncan, spurred on by their now-regular sparring sessions.

Shuddering under his touch, Duncan's hands slid down his back. His tongue leisurely stroked the one that had invaded and possessed his mouth.

Slipping his hands down Duncan's chest to his waist, Methos quickly unbuckled Duncan's belt and pants.

Duncan lifted his helps to help Methos slide them down. "You have now idea how many times I imagined this."

"That makes two of us then." Methos grinned, shoving Duncan's pants away. He inched himself back and ran a finger down Duncan's cock.

Head falling back, Duncan groaned as his hips arched towards the touch. He'd wanted Methos so long and he couldn't remember anymore why it had ever seemed like a bad idea. "Fuck Methos...”

"Oh! You want me to fuck you?" Methos asked politely as he stroked Duncan again.

"Yes! God yes. Please. Soon. Now." Duncan begged, surprised at his own lack of shame. What was it about Methos that got him like this? That made him act like no one else good. His hips bucked.

"Since you put it that way..." Methos leaned down and licked the tip of Duncan's cock.

He groaned again, hand releasing Methos's hair to fist the coverlet.

Methos slowly licked his way from the tip down the shaft and back again before taking Duncan into his mouth.

"Oh god...” Duncan moaned, eyes sliding closed. He pressed his head back against the bed trying not to thrust, not wanting to choke his lover. He shuddered realizing that Methos was truly his lover now.

Methos sucked gently, pulling Duncan deeper. He placed both hands on Duncan's hips and held them down.

A sound that was suspiciously like a whine came from Duncan's throat. He didn't know how long he would last, as he looked down at Methos. The sight of the man he'd wanted-- longed for--- for so long, mouth wrapped around his erection was almost enough to do him in.

Sucking harder now, Methos slid his hands down underneath Duncan, cupping the cheeks of his ass.

"Methos...I..." Duncan tired to warn him, but it was too late. With a sharp cry, he arched his back and came into Methos hot mouth.

Moaning around Duncan's cock, Methos swallowed and clenched his hands. He reluctantly pulled up, licking Duncan one more time before sliding up Duncan's body to lie on top of him.

"Methos...Christ," Duncan whispered, kissing Methos tasting himself on the other man's lips.

Methos smiled. "I take it you liked that?"

"Yes you can take it like that." Duncan chuckled, stroking a hand down his back. He looked happily up at Methos, his gaze dark. "You’re beautiful..." He told Methos, stroking his jaw line.

Methos paused, looking at Duncan seriously. "Thank you. You're a hunk yourself." He shifted off of Duncan to lie next to him, a leg draped possessively over Duncan's. "So...what next?"

Duncan flushed again, and leaned over nuzzling his neck. "I...I want to make love with you, Methos.”He said softly.

"You're sure?" Methos kissed him softly, resting a hand on his chest.

Duncan twined his fingers with Methos's and nodded. "Yea, I'm sure. We should have done this years ago."

"I won't argue with that... but seriously, have you ever done this before Duncan?" Methos didn't smile when he asked, it was too serious a question, but he wondered if Duncan would notice the use of his name.

The younger man looked uneasy. "I've done this before." He admitted. "It's...been awhile."

"Oh?" Methos looked at him with amused surprise. "Well, I suppose it's like riding a bike..." he chuckled a little then sobered, smiling reassuringly at Duncan. “If it's been a while we can go slow,"

Duncan nodded giving him a shaky smile. "Slow would be good." He leaned up kissing Methos.

Methos savored the kiss, thinking of how often he'd watched Duncan and wondered just what he'd taste like.

Duncan sighed happily into Methos mouth, curling a hand around the back of his neck.

Methos moaned softly into the kiss before pulling away. He kissed Duncan's neck and then his shoulder.

"Methos...I…" Duncan trembled, stroked Methos sides.

"You okay Duncan?" Methos asked, concerned.

Duncan nodded. "I'm fine. Really I am." He told Methos, leaning down to nibble at his throat.

"If you're sure..." Methos had waited too long for this; he didn't want Duncan to turn away now.

Duncan nuzzled at the arch of his shoulder. "Yes, I am. Please Methos, I've wanted you for so long.” He wasn't going to let the past ruin this.

Methos kissed him gently. "How do you want to do this then?"

"I want you inside me." Duncan whispered.

Nodding, Methos kissed him again. "Do you have anything...?"

Duncan nodded, pulling away to rummage in the nightstand by the bed. A moment later he handed Methos a small unopened tube of lube. He flushed. "I always kinda hoped,"

Methos grinned and kissed him. "I've got a similar item at my place..."

Duncan smiled and sighed happily. "I love you." he said the words slipping free without meaning too.

Methos stared at him and blinked, the tube forgotten in his hand. He swallowed and tried to wet his
suddenly dry mouth.

"I...Methos..." Duncan whispered, looking up at him. He swallowed hard, reaching up to touch his face.

"Do you mean that?" Methos whispered, catching Duncan's hand. His grip was tight and almost desperate. "After all I've done?"

Duncan nodded solemnly. "I do mean it. I do love you Methos." He kissed the man's fingers. "I loved you even when I thought you'd chosen Kronos over..."He broke off.

"I didn't..." Methos sighed. "I... I told you before, I don't like commitment..." He looked away.

"I know...I'm not asking for forever..." Duncan told him softly.

Methos gave a weak laugh. "Not in so many words, but I don't know Duncan, I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to leave you..."

Duncan kissed him tenderly. "No more talking Methos."

Methos nodded, then shook his head. "One more thing..." He leaned in to whisper in Duncan's ear as he opened the lube. "I love you too."

The younger man grinned widely. "Good." He whispered.

"You realize we'll have plenty to talk about later?" Methos spread the lube on his fingers and snapped the tube shut, tossing it to the side of the bed.

"Aye I do." Duncan told him, taking in a shaky breath.

"Later then." Methos gently placed his dry fingers on Duncan's thigh, prodding him to open his legs.

Spreading his legs for Methos, Duncan was surprised how easy he felt with Methos. How little shame he felt being so exposed.

Carefully rubbing one finger over Duncan's tight opening, Methos used his other hand to stroke Duncan again.

Groaning softly, Duncan arched towards his hand. He let his mind get lost in that sensation.

Methos forced him down again, using the movement to press one finger into Duncan.
Duncan bit down on his bottom lip against the slight burn of pain, trying to relax. Letting out a breath, the pain started to fade.

Methos slowly slid his finger in deeper then out again. He leaned down to kiss Duncan's chest.
Whimpering softly, Duncan pressed his head back into the pillow. Spreading his legs further apart, he clenched the sheets with his fingers.

"Shhh..." Methos reached up to caress Duncan's cheek once before returning hi hand to Duncan's cock. He slowly pressed another finger in as he leaned down, holding Duncan's cock up to kiss it.

Duncan groaned, torn between the two pleasure pointed. "Methos..."He whimpered.”Please...”

Licking him once, Methos raised his head and smiled at Duncan, nodding. "If you're ready..."

Duncan nodded with a shudder. "Yes, please Methos.”He reached down capturing Methos fingers. Drawing them to his mouth he sucked at them.

Methos removed his fingers from Duncan and ran them over his own erection. He then positioned himself against Duncan, placing his hands on either side of the younger man's chest. He could feel Duncan warm beneath him. As Duncan's chest rose and fell it rubbed against his own and he couldn't help himself anymore, pushing in as slowly and gently as he could manage.

Duncan's breath caught as Methos entered him, he was torn between please and pain. Reaching out for Methos, he stroked whatever skin he could find. He'd wanted Methos this close for so long, he didn't care if it hurt...he didn't even care if Methos wasn't gentle anymore. Duncan wanted the other man so deep that he couldn’t tell where one needed and the other began.

Feeling Duncan's hands on him, Methos thrust deeper. He pulled out slightly before shoved himself back in, rocking Duncan against the bed. This was hardly his first time with another man, but Duncan was more, he was what Methos realized he'd wanted every other time.

"Oh god Methos." Duncan groaned pushing back against the thrust. This was nothing like they few other times he'd tried this. It had been mostly pain and shame, not this....completion. Duncan pulled Methos closer to him, not wanting any distance between their flesh. Methos shifted his arms to slide under Duncan, holding him tightly. He continued to push into Duncan, groaning with each thrust. The Scot's skin seemed to be on fire, each point of contact burning and searing him.

Duncan's arms clung to him just as tightly, his mouth finding Methos throat. "More...more," He begged, before capturing his mouth, seemingly trying to climb into Methos's skin.

Methos thrust harder, darting his tongue into Duncan's mouth as he did so.

Duncan's hips rose to meet every thrust. "Yours." he choked out into Methos mouth. Needing air but he didn’t want to be away from Methos mouth long enough to get it.

His fingers digging up into Duncan's back, Methos pounded against him. The kiss, combined with the heat of Duncan's body made him dizzy. He gripped Duncan tighter as he lost control and shot into him.

Head snapping back, Duncan cried out his name brokenly as he finally came coating their stomachs. He curled up around Methos body shudder and gasping. "Love you."

Methos collapsed on top of him, his strained muscles quivering in relief. He kissed Duncan's throat and sighed. "If I'd known..." he took a deep breath.”If I'd know it was going to be like that with you, I'd have jumped you much sooner."

"Thought I jumped you?" Duncan whispered sleepily, nuzzling his shoulder affectionately. "But your right, oh god Methos all the years we've wasted..."

Methos slipped off of Duncan and turned onto his back at Duncan's side. "I know. But this is going to have repercussions Duncan."

Duncan wrapped an arm about him. "Repercussions can be good sometimes Methos." He nuzzled his throat again. "Not asking you too move in or any promises."

"Well my place is bigger anyhow..." Methos sighed and curled up against Duncan. The thought of not sharing a bed with this man suddenly appalling. "What the hell is Joe going to say? Or Amanda for that matter?"

"Probably about damn time." Duncan told him on a yawn. "Amanda's in love with someone that’s not me at the moment. Stop worrying for the moment." He curled up closer, kissing his shoulder.

"I'll try. I think we should keep our own places though. Not that I plan on staying in either without you..." Methos smiled and kissed Duncan's cheek. "But yours has the dojo, and mine has soundproofed rooms and better water pressure."

"Very true. Good of you to think of such things." Duncan said grinning.
end

Third Step (Connor/Methos, NC-17)

2004-06-16T00:08:05Z

Title: Third Step
Authors: kirysa
Characters: Methos/Connor
Warnings: Slash, AU
Mini Summary: Jon has a nightmare, and Connor and Methos have a fight over a challenge.
Beta readers: Faile02
A/N: The whole idea started as a joke that turned into smut. This is also one of the first stories we wrote together
Rating: NC-17

The wind pushed him forward, tumbling him end over end. He scrambled up a dune and slid down the other side, sand grating his skin on all sides, robe flapping and weighing him down. Methos crouched at the bottom of the dune and tried to make out what was ahead. A flat plain... he raced away from the dune and crouched, pulling his robe over his head and hoping the sand wouldn't cover him too deeply, knowing climbing up through it would be hard after a death by suffocation.

He felt the sand pile around him and knew his air would not last. With shallow breaths he prepared himself. "Soon, I will black out, soon I will sleep." He heard a child screaming over the howl of the wind and struggled to move against the sand.

Methos flailed, kicking at the sheets. He awoke, drenched in sweat, Connor beside him. Somewhere the child's scream continued.

"Connor!" Methos sat up, shoving Connor.

Connor was already awake, climbing out of his bed. "I know!" The look on his face was fear and anguish. The young man shrugged on a robe, practically running down the hall to his screaming son.

Methos grabbed pair of pants from the floor, not caring whose they were and followed at Connor's heels.

"Jon...Jon...I've got you son...it's all right. Daddy's here..."Connor was cradling Jon against his chest. The boy was clinging to Connor, his screaming having gone from desperate screams to heart breaking sobs.

Methos hung back in the doorway, watching Jon and Connor, his face unreadable.

"Adam...he-he was dying." Jon sobbed. "Buried in sand and that man was there..." He buried his face in Connor's shoulder crying hard.

Connor stroked the boy's hair. "It was just a dream, Jon. It's alright..." he soothed softly.

Methos frowned and turned back into the hallway, sinking to the floor.

Jon's sobs quieted little by little, Connor rocking him like a baby. Finally he laid the sleeping child back into his bed, covering him up. "He's asleep." He breathed more to himself than Adam.

Methos nodded his gaze distant.

Connor sat there along while, stroking Jon's hair. Finally he stood and walked over to where Methos was. He offered his hand.

Methos took it, levering himself up against Connor.

Connor's face was closed off, him emotions unreadable. "We need to talk."

Methos nodded, leaning is head against Connor's shoulder.

Connor pulled away, walking towards the bedroom.

Methos followed, grimacing.

He shut the door behind them as they entered the bedroom.

Connor had pulled on a pair of draw string pants, and was sitting on the bed. "Tell me what’s happening to my son Methos."

"I don't know Connor, not for sure; I've never seen this before."

"You had the same nightmare has Jon? Didn't you?" He voiced raised slightly, fists clenched.

Methos sat down next to Connor. "Not exactly the same, but I was in a storm, and I was getting buried in sand. I've seen
the sandstorm before; it's not something one ever forgets."

He looked at Connor. "I have no idea how he sees it. But he sees Ramirez too."

Connor dragged a hand through his hair, looking as if he would cry. "I can't stand this...seeing him waking up night after night like this."

"I thought his dreams had calmed down. He's seen people I know, knew. He's been places I've been. I don't know what to tell you Connor, I wish I did."

"They had...this is the first time in almost a week.”Connor swallowed. "He said that 'that man' was there in his dream. Do you know who he's talking about?"

"I think so." Methos shook his head. "I don't know why he sees him, Kronos is dead, gone."

"Christ." Connor hung his head, burying his face in his hands.

"I'm sorry Connor, I want to stop this, I want him to sleep!"

"I know.” Connor whispered.

Methos reached out, touching Connor's hands.

Connor lifted his head slightly hand curling around Methos. "He's my son Methos, and I can't do a thing to help him."

"You can hold him when he wakes, be there for him in the night."

Methos shifted closer to Connor, putting his arms around him.

Connor leaned into his embrace, resting his head against Methos's shoulder.

Methos smoothed Connor's hair down and kissed his head.

Connor's arms slid around him just holding on. "I had a dream that he killed Ducnan." He finally whispered. "I'm terrified I've failed him somehow...”

"You dreamed what?"

Connor didn’t lift his head. "Jon...He killed Duncan and he laughed about it..."

"He killed Duncan..." Methos trailed off.

The younger man shuddered, clinging to Methos tighter nodding. "He called you brother."

"Little brother..." Methos muttered. "I called him little brother."

Connor's head game up. He started at Methos wide eyed. "You..."

"I had a dream, we were riding, motorcycles, I called him little brother."

"Oh Christ." Connor breathed out.

Methos started to shake. "I don't want to ride again. I would never let Jon ride, ever."

"I know Methos." Connor pulled Methos to him.
Methos gasped in deep breaths. "What the hell is happening?"

"I don't know, Methos. I wish I did." He rubbed his cheek against Methos's hair.

"What will we tell him?"

"Was hoping you would know." Connor sighed.

"Hah!" Methos barked. "If I knew what to tell him I wouldn't be so confused."

Connor laughed weakly. "Whatever is happening we'll find away through it...” he twined his fingers with Methos's.

He pressed his lips to Methos's in a brief kiss.

Methos held Connor, savoring the taste of the younger man's lips.

Connor stroked his tongue against Methos's lips, his thumbs caressing the back sides of the older man's hands.

Methos smiled into the kiss, pulling his hands away to cup them both behind Connor's head.

"We should get some sleep. It's been a long day.” Connor whispered.

"That it has been." Methos slid curling up around Connor.

Connor slid his hands down Methos's sides, gently guiding him to lie down then joined him in the bed.

"Mmm, g'night Connor." Methos kissed Connor's cheek.

"Night Methos." The younger man nuzzled Methos's shoulder sleepily.

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Connor slammed the door behind him, the power from the quicking still thrumming through his blood. He could feel Methos buzz from the kitchen, and stalked that way. Very glad Jon was staying with Duncan for the weekend.

Methos sat hunched on a stool, glass of scotch in one hand, nearly empty bottle nearby.

Connor came to a halt glaring at him angrily. "What the HELL were you thinking?!"

Methos didn't respond, instead finishing off his drink and pouring some more.

"I'm not here to clean up your messes Methos." Connor snarled angrily, grabbing the glass from him and downing it.

"I never asked you to." Methos pulled straight from the bottle.

"Oh you were just going to let him come find you again? What if Jon was with you the next time he found you Methos!
Damnit." Connor slammed the glass down.

Methos took another pull. "I hate it Connor. I hate fighting."

"You think I like it? Is that what you think? I'm just some mindless bloodthirsty barbarian?" Connor grabbed the bottle way.

"That's not what I meant Connor and you know it. I'm sick of it, sick of the sound of metal on metal, sick of the smell of
ozone."

Methos dropped his head to bury it in his arms on the table.

"I was going to handle it."

"Mind telling me how?" Connor asked, still fuming. Wanting to strangle Methos or kiss him.

"Leave, not for long, just get him out of Seacouver, away from everyone, maybe lose him, I don't know. I was going to handle it..." Methos mumbled, voice muffled by his arms.

That just seemed to make Connor angrier. "So you were just going to run? Planning on leaving a note or just calling when you thought you'd lost him?" Connor snarled.

"I would have told you first." Methos muttered, sounding annoyed. "I told you, I never asked you to help."

"No you didn't." Connor stalked from the room and up the steps wanting a shower to scrub off the blood and grime. Deadly sure that Methos wouldn't be there when he got out, but some how he could make himself care.

Methos looked at the bottle Connor had left and contemplated it for a moment before getting up and stalking after Connor as silently as he could. In a place as small as this his presence would hardly be noticeable.

Connor had the water on as hot has he could handle, leaning against his arms on the tiled wall.

Methos slipped his sword out from under the bed, stealing into the bathroom and closing the door without even a click.

"You think I can't take care of myself?" He asked Connor in a harsh whisper, sliding the sword towards him.

"You think I don't know how to use this?"

Connor inhaled sharply, intensely aware of how vulnerable he was. He turned his head slightly towards Methos, looking at him out of the corner of his eyes. "I think you can use that better than you'd want most of us to think." He voice sounded harsh even to his ears.

"Good answer." Methos grinned savagely. "Very good answer. I can take care of myself Connor. And believe it or not, I can take care of Jon too, even if the best way of doing that is by taking off without a word." Methos held the sword very still.

"You planning on using that?" Connor asked coldly. Turning his head more towards Methos. "

"I try not to." Methos swung the sword out of the way and stormed out of the bathroom.

Connor turned his back to the wall, sliding down the wall to the floor.

Methos looked down at his sword, it was wet. He went to find his kit to dry it off. He let himself fall into the habit of centuries, taking care of the weapon that kept him alive when all else failed.

Connor stayed in the shower long after the water had turned cold, before finally emerging. Wrapping a towel around his waist he padded out into the bed room, half expecting to find Methos gone. How would he tell Jon when the boy had just gotten used to having Adam living with them....especially with has attached to Adam as Jon was.

Methos finished the ritual of cleaning the sword, nicking his palm with the tip and watching the blood well up and dry, the wound below it crackling closed.

Connor didn't say anything to him pulling clean clothes out of the drawers.

"I've fought more, killed more, than you ever will Connor."

"I know." Connor said dressing.

Methos walked over to the waste bin and flecked off the dried blood. "It makes me sick. I loved it, lived for it, for 3000 years, and it makes me sick." His voice was low, even, and dangerous

Connor sat down on the end of the bed, glaring at Methos. "It's how we survive."

"It's not how I survive. And I'm good at survival; I ought to know how to keep myself alive by now."

"By hiding and running away.”Connor snarled.

"Sometimes. Sometimes by talking, sometimes by running, sometimes by hiding, sometimes by fighting. Whatever it
takes." Methos brushed at his hands, rubbing over his palm, his voice flat.

"Whatever it takes? Liking using others to fight your battles?" Connor asked angrily.

"What ever it takes!" Methos spat out. "I told you, I didn't ask, I didn't even maneuver this time!" He laughed, sounding slightly crazed. "But you went and did it anyhow. Just like Duncan, always the hero."

"I didn't do it to play the hero Methos!" Connor yelled back.

"As if it matters in the long run, it's just how you noble Scots are, fixing everything and everyone, whether they want it or not. You might not want to play the hero Connor, or intend to, but you do." Methos brandished his sword, fighting the urge to slam it down into the floor.

"I can't change who I am Methos and I don't look for fights. I'm not Duncan." Connor got to his feet stalking towards Methos.

"Someone had to take him out Methos."

"Right and you assumed it had to be you. You assumed I was leaving it to someone else." Methos turned and stalked out of the room.

Connor followed close on his heel. "I assumed if I didn't you'd disappear without a trace! Maybe back to Paris with Marcus?" the words came out bitter.

Methos hissed, vaulting down the stairs and over the banister. "You didn't just say that."

Eyes hooded Connor refused to look at him. "I did."

Methos growled low in his throat. Sword still in hand he rounded on Connor. "How low. I wonder why you think that should hurt me."

"What you don't want to go back to Marcus? Who obviously understand you so much more than this stupid Scot will?" Connor snarled, eyes wild.

"Marcus is my friend. Marcus has been my friend for a long time." Methos backed Connor up towards the stairs. "But he is no longer shelter. I do not need shelter." He leveled the sword, pointing it like an accusing finger. "I need you to trust me, I need you to let me handle things MY way."

Connor leaned against the railing. "I thought if I didn't kill him would leave."

"But you said nothing. NOTHING!"

Connor shook his heads sinking to sit on the steps. "It never helps! You'd of left anyways! You're still going to leave!"

"But you would have known I'd be back." Methos growled.

Connor hung his head, shoulders slumping. "What do you want me to tell Jon?" All the fight had gone after him.

Methos spun, grabbing his coat and thrusting the sword inside. "Tell him I'll be home tomorrow." His voice betrayed a long weariness as he swept out the door.

Connor just sat there trying to deny the wetness on his face. Barely believe Methos's words.

Methos got into his car and resolutely backed it out of the space, tearing off for his own apartment.

Connor walked up the stairs with Jon, half surprised to feel the buzz of Methos has they did. He glanced at Jon who for the first time since the first lesson didn't seem excited to be going.

Methos felt Connor's approach and then retreat and waited to hear Jon's knock, hoping it would come soon.

"Be good Jon." Connor told his son, pausing out side the doors to the wing wear Methos's office was.

Jon shrugged slightly trudging off towards the office knocking on the door.

Methos let out a breath he hadn't been meaning to hold. "Come in."

Jon came into the room going to his normal chair and slumping in it. "Hi Adam."

"Jon...”

He pulled out his books and notebook. "Did...did I do something wrong?"

"No Jon, you didn't do anything. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you got home yesterday."

Jon shrugged slightly. "It's okay...Alex used to not be there all the time too. I'm sorry if I did something to make you mad a dad."

"It has nothing at all to do with you Jon. Can you go hang in the library for a minute?"

Jon nodded walking over to Adam, and hugged him. "I don't want you to leave like Alex did."

"I'm not leaving Jon. Maybe for a night but not forever. I've got to call your dad, let him know he doesn’t have to come pick you up."

Jon nodded, going to the library like he was asked.

Methos ran a hand through his hair and took a breath, dialing Connor's number.

The phone picked up on the third ring.

"MacLeod."

"Connor?"

"Adam? What’s wrong? Is Jon alright?"

"He's fine Connor, in the library reading about King Arthur I think. I'll drive him, no need for you to come back, I'll pick up something for dinner on the way home."

"You’re...your coming home?” The relief in Connor's voice was audible.

"I told you to tell Jon I'd be home, I meant that."

"Guess I'll see you both later then."

"Yeah. Later Connor." Methos hung up and sighed in relief.

When the time for them to come home rolled around, Connor had to force himself not to be waiting at the door. Methos was not Alex...he wouldn't take off with Jon.

"I don't think it's a matter of practice every time Jon, some people are just good at games like that." Methos' voice and presence filtered in. "Connor! Your son says you can't play Tetris to save your life."

Methos dumped two bags of groceries in the kitchen, shucking his coat and tossing his keys on the counter.
Connor couldn't help grinning. "Oh so that’s why he keeps trying to beat my score!"

"Hi dad!" Jon called running into the living room, to hug his father.

"Now both of you stay the hell out of the kitchen, I'm cooking."

"Hear that son, he's going to try and poison us." Connor laughed.

Jon's laugh joined Connor's. "Bet he cooks better than Aunt Amanda!"

"I heard that! Just for that neither of you get dessert!" Methos called from the kitchen, a laugh in his voice.

"Can I play video games dad?" Jon asked, Connor ruffled his hair nodding. Before walking towards the kitchen trying to get a look at what Methos was doing.

"I know you're outside that door Connor MacLeod. Stop hovering."

Connor stuck his head around the corner. "I'm a MacLeod...we hover well."

"Well get your ass in here, I hate it when you hover."

Laughing Connor walked into the kitchen. "What do you plan on poisoning us with tonight old man?"

"Fried chicken." Methos answered, turning around to reveal hands covered with batter. He leaned forward, pecking Connor on the cheek before turning back to the chicken.

"Guess you can manage that." Connor placed a kiss on Methos's throat.

"I'm a very good cook I'll have you know. It's just that my cooking is not always served to an appreciative audience." Methos said with some asperity. He finished coating the chicken and put all the pieces on a plate, turning to wash his hands and wait for the oil to heat. He dried his hands off and tentatively put an arm around Connor. "We okay?"

"I think so." Connor said softly, pulling Methos closer wrapping him up in his arms. "I was an ass. I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted. I shouldn't have let you take care of my mess. I'll try to make my intentions clear next time."
Methos shrugged in Connor's embrace. "I'm not used to having someone take care of me."

"I won't just to conclusions next time or forget that you can take care of yourself. Doesn't mean I won't worry.” He kissed Methos gently

Methos kissed Connor back and turned to the stove, carefully placing three pieces of chicken into the oil. "I know, just try not to worry too much."

Changing Ways chapter 4 &5- Rough Drafts (nc-17 and PG respectively)

2004-06-14T04:20:57Z

Here's the rough unpolished draft, it'll be a week or two before the polished edited version will be ready.

Title: Changing ways chapter 4
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Duncan/Methos
Authors: Kirysa (Ryenna and Kijikun)

Part 4

Methos peeked into Rowen's room and shook his head. She'd turned the lights out a half-hour ago and was very obviously asleep now.

Already in the two weeks she'd been there, she'd made the room hers. If only from the clutter and mess she seemed to generate.

"She asleep?" Duncan whispered coming up the hall.

"If she's not she's the most convincing actress I’ve ever seen." Methos whispered back, reaching out to wrap an arm around Duncan's waist.

"Teenagers have the abilities to fake almost anything." Duncan chuckled softly, kissing his forehead.

Methos sighed and started down the hall to the bedroom. "What the hell are we getting ourselves into Duncan?"

"No idea, I've never raised a girl before. I have a feeling I'll be calling Connor for advise a lot." Duncan sighed, following him. He rubbed the back of his neck.

"I've avoided children as much as possible." Methos shrugged and sat down on the bed. "Duncan, we're just barely settled ourselves, what was I thinking to take on an adolescent foundling?"

"What do you supposed we do ship her off to someone else?" Duncan asked running a hand over his hair. "For whatever reason she seems to trust us. Well you at least."

"Amanda could take her..." Methos sighed. "I just... Duncan, you only really moved in here a month ago."

"I can move with her into the loft then." Duncan suggested, stubbornly resisting the idea of sending her away.

Methos didn't answer at first, trying to think of something that didn’t sound too desperate. "You'd really leave?"

"I don't know Methos." Sighing heavily, Duncan leaned against the closed door. "Methos, I can't just ship her off to someone she doesn't know. She's barley getting used to us."

"We'll see how things go for the next month or so." Methos got up to walk over to Duncan, kissing him softly.

Duncan slipped his arms around Methos. "I don't want to lose you, but I guess your right I am too much of Boy Scout." He kissed his lover's forehead.

"Far too much. It's rubbing off on me." Methos chuckled and ran his hands up under Duncan's shirt. "Which begs a horrible line about something else and rubbing..."

"Are you hitting on me by any chance?" Duncan teased, leaning down to nibble at Methos throat. His hand stroked down Methos back, the tugged Methos' shirt from his pants.

"I didn't think I had to at this point..." Methos grinned. "Might I point out though...? Rowan is asleep in the next room."

"We'll be very very quite." Duncan murmured, biting where the shoulder met the neck.

"There's a perfectly good soundproofed office downstairs..." Methos sighed and closed his hands on Duncan's hips.

Duncan pulled his own shirt over his head and threw it aside. "Think we can make it down there?"

"I have faith in us." Methos grabbed a blanket off the bed and their bathrobes from the hook by the door. "Oh, wait..." He opened the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a small tube. "I don't exactly keep anything suitable down there."

"And I'M the Boy Scout?" Duncan asked raising an eyebrow. He smirked slightly, stealing a kiss.
Methos chuckled and kissed him back before opening the door.

Duncan smiled slightly, following his lover down the hall. Admiring the view of Methos backside as he did. God what an ass. Duncan smirked at his own words.

"If you don't hurry and catch up I'll lock you out and take care of myself..." Methos warned as he waited at the foot of the stairs.

"Yep what an ass." Duncan muttered under his breath. "Impatient love?" He gave the man a long kiss as he reached him.

"Very." Methos pulled away and led Duncan to the office. Once inside he shut the door firmly and locked it.

"Why does that door have a look?" Duncan asked curiously, pulling Methos to him.

"Because I wanted it to." Methos explained. "Any complaints?"

"Not at the moment, I'll let you know if any come up." Duncan teased, tugging Methos shirt off.

"Please do." Methos tossed his shirt to the floor and turned to look at the desk. He casually slid the few papers and books on the surface to the chair and pulled Duncan over.

"Yes sir." Duncan chuckled, running his fingers down Methos chest.

"Hmm, that's nice. Say it again." Methos laid the blanket down on the desk and perched himself on the edge.

"Yes sir." Duncan said, standing between Methos legs. He nibbled again at the tempting column of Methos's throat. His hands undoing the buttons of Methos's jeans.

Methos lifted himself up a bit to allow Duncan to slide his jeans off completely. He slid further onto the desk, encouraging Duncan to lean down against him.

Throwing the pants across the room, Duncan ran his hands down Methos' legs. "What do you wish sir?"

"I wish you to please yourself." Methos smirked and leaned back to lie down on the desk.

"Do you?" Duncan asked, gaze going sleepily with arousal.

"I do." Methos nodded.

With a slow smile, he undid his belt before undoing the buttons on the fly. Pushing his jeans down his hips, he grinned up at Methos.

"I was thinking..." Methos said his eyes on Duncan. "That I could move my desk up to the bedroom... and redecorate in here."

"Or we just learn to be quite. I hear people have sex all the time with kids in the next room."

Duncan chuckled stepping out of his jeans. Apparently Duncan had gone commando. He leaned against the wall wrapping a hand around himself.

Methos propped himself up on his elbows to watch. "I'm sure they do, and I'm sure we could, but I rather like the idea of a private space."

"Air mattress." Duncan suggested with a soft groan as he started to stroke himself. Methos gaze felt like fire on his skin.

Methos chuckled. "I was thinking more a nice soft couch... and perhaps a cabinet..."

"That’s an idea." He arched towards his own hand, eyes on Methos.

"Maybe a nice rug, something plush..." Methos grinned and sat up, reaching down to stroke his own erection, his gaze locked on Duncan.

"Fur?" Duncan suggested, rubbing his thumb over the head.

"Oh yeah, maybe two..." Methos' breathing was faster now, his free hand clenching on the edge of the desk.

"Yes...god Methos..."Duncan groaned.” Pillows too..."

"Lots of pillows." Methos let go of his own cock and leaned back. "Duncan...?"

"Aye love?" Duncan whispered.

"I want you in me, now." His voice was a command and a plea at once.

"Yes sir!" Duncan said enthusiastically, pushing away from the wall. Grabbing the lube from where Methos had dropped it, he walked over to Methos. Leaning over him, Duncan kissed him hard.

Methos leaned up into the kiss, grabbing the back of Duncan's head with one hand.

Unscrewing the cap of the tube, Duncan squeezed some out onto his fingers. Shifting his hand between their bodies he stroked Methos' opening. He kissed him harder.

Methos sighed happily and pressed himself against Duncan's fingers.

"I love you." Duncan told him, breaking the kiss. He pressed first one finger, then two into Methos' body.

Gasping, Methos pushed down further. "Oh gods Duncan..." he whispered.

"Mine." Duncan whispered, pulling his fingers out and positioning himself where his fingers had just been.

"Oh yes, yours..." Methos' hands clutched at Duncan's chest desperately. "Duncan, love, please."

Duncan pushed slowly into him; he loved the feel of Methos around him. The feel of the man was additive.

Moaning softly as Duncan entered him, Methos scraped his nails over Duncan's ribs. He bit his lips together as Duncan pushed deeper, wanting his lover to move faster.

Duncan groaned as he pushed all the way in, holding there for a moment before he pulled almost all the way out. Kissing Methos and biting his lips, Duncan thrust back in. Setting a fast hard pace, bracing his hands on either side of Methos's head.

Methos reached around Duncan to grip his shoulders, clinging to him as Duncan shoved him back against the desk. He groaned a little with each thrust, drowning in the sensation of Duncan inside him, his lover's lips on his own, and their skin pressed together...

Duncan kept thinking that had some point the desperation in their coupling would fade, that the urgency would dim...but it never did. Every time with Methos made him just want the other immortal more. Not just in his bed, but in his life for as long as he had. Duncan broke the kiss to pant Methos name into his ear.

Methos moaned and whispered something Duncan couldn't understand as he bucked his hips forward against Duncan.

"Mèin," Duncan growled into his ear, before his head snapped back. With a low cry of pleasure Duncan poured out into Methos.

Methos cried out, coming in hot spurts between their bodies. He hung on to Duncan, kissing his shoulder and neck and licking the sweat from his skin.

Duncan nuzzled his shoulder affectionately, relaxing his arms to lie completely on his lover.

"Luaidh." he mumbled sleepily.

Methos smiled and kissed Duncan's cheek. "That's sweet."

"Bed now?" Duncan asked him with a yawn. "Or shall we pass out here?"

"I think staggering up to bed might be a good idea... until we get that couch in here..." Methos grinned and kissed him again. "So you like to whisper sweet nothings in Gaelic?"

Duncan flushed slightly, lifting off of him. "It's what I was raised speaking."

"It's nice, though I admit I know Irish Gaelic better..." Methos sat up.

Duncan grabbed their robes off the floor. “Hmm...We can talk language in the morning." He handed Methos his robe.

"Fine with me," Methos pulled on his robe and opened the door. "For now I think curling up against you in bed sounds like a good idea."

Duncan stole a kiss as he pulled on his own robe. "Sounds like a wonderful idea." He wrapped an arm around Methos.

As they passed Rowan's door on the way to the bedroom, Methos couldn't help peeking in again.

The girl was still fast asleep, one arm hanging off the bed. The stuffed bear Duncan had brought her impulsively tucked under her chin.

Methos shook his head and closed her door. "Fast asleep."

"Told you." Duncan smiled, kissing Methos cheek. "Come on, let’s go to bed."
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Part 5
Rowen was sitting in the kitchen working on math homework. Duncan had insisted on using the kitchen table until they got her a desk.

Methos put the last of his journals away in a box and locked it in a trunk in his office. No need for some nosy social worker to go asking about odd leather-bound books full of Latin and Sanskrit. He left his office door open and went into the kitchen to check on Rowen. "How goes the battle?" he asked, grabbing an apple from a bowl on the table and contemplating it seriously.

"Other than I think word problems were invented by sadists..." Rowen muttered, rolling her eyes. "Why the hell would Sally be planting flowers in November in Utah anyways?"

"Because she's an idiot?" Methos suggested before taking a bite from the apple.

"I don't think that answer would fly with her teacher, Methos." Duncan chuckled, from the stove where he was working on dinner.

"Well no, but she asked why... And why is never on the test." Methos shrugged and winked at Rowen before going to hover over Duncan's shoulder while he cooked.

"It should be, it would make word problems more interesting." Rowen sighed, leaning back in her chair. The door bell rang, and she looked over at the two immortal men. "We having company?"

Methos sighed. "I had hoped we'd get to eat first."

Duncan looked over at him. "Social Worker?" he grimaced slightly. He was not looking forward to this.

Linda Chambers stood on the doorstep of the townhouse, Rowen's file in one hand and a briefcase full of paperwork and information about the other two residents in her other. She rang the bell again and shook her head. Pierson seemed to have a good enough record, academic, quiet, with enough money set aside to keep all three quite comfortably even without Rowen's trust fund. MacLeod on the other hand... he seemed a bit more active, unpredictable, and he had only recently moved in.

Methos nodded and tossed his apple at the trash before going to get the door. "Hi, Adam Pierson." He held out his hand to shake and gestured into the townhouse. "Please, come on in."

"Be polite." Duncan told Rowen, as he set the pasta to simmer so he could greet the social worker too.

Rowen rolled her eyes and muttered something in French.

Duncan gave her a sharp look. “I can speak French Rowen.” He reminded her before leaving the room.

Linda smiled at him politely and entered the house, appraising the place at first glance. Tasteful, lots of books, a few odd pieces here and there. She looked at Pierson, who shrugged. "Duncan's an antique dealer, and I'm a collector."

Duncan walked out of the kitchen, and offered his hand. "Hello, I'm Duncan MacLeod."

"Ah, Mr. MacLeod, nice to meet you." Linda shook his hand politely and sized him up. His file claimed he had moved around a lot, spending time between Scotland, France and the States. She looked between him and Pierson and sighed. The pair of them had enough charm to knock anyone off their feet. "And where is Miss Mandell?"

"Kitchen working on some math homework." Duncan said giving the woman a charming smile. "I'll go get her for you..."

"Please." Linda looked around again, noting the open door in the corner. "May I?" she asked. Methos nodded. "Please, that's my office."

Duncan went back into the kitchen. "Come on Rowen, the social worker is here."

Rowen made a face. "You mean we can't let her think you guys have killed me and are cooking me for dinner?" She asked.

"No." Duncan told her with a heavy sigh, leading her from the kitchen. “I don’t think she’d find that as amusing as you and Methos do.”

Linda looked into the office and nodded. "This door looks awfully thick..."

Methos shrugged. "The previous owner used it as a vault. I don't need a vault, I need an office."

Linda nodded again. "I see."

"Here she is." Duncan said leading Rowen into Methos office.

"Hi." Rowen said with a shrug over her shoulders.

Linda turned and glanced at Rowen. "Hello Rowen, I'd like to speak with you for a moment alone, standard procedure, I promise." She smiled, using her best cajoling-the-sulky-adolescent expression.

Rowen glanced over at Methos, hoping he wouldn't leave her alone with some strange woman bent on asking her questions. "If you have to." she sighed.

"I'll be getting back to making dinner." Duncan said, giving Linda a good luck look before he left the room.

"Does this have to be alone? I promise to just sit in a corner and not say anything." Methos caught Rowen's glance and smiled at her reassuringly.

"Well..." Linda looked concerned. "I suppose if you want him present..." She nodded. "Fine. But you, Mr. Pierson, need to let Rowen answer on her own."

Some of the tension went out of Rowen as she sat down, glad Methos was staying. "So what do you need to ask me?"

"First of all, I want to know if you want to stay with Mr. Pierson and Mr. MacLeod. We don't want to force you to stay somewhere you're unhappy." Linda sat down as well, carefully placing her briefcase on Pierson's desk and setting down Rowen's file.

"I want to stay here, Adam and Duncan are alright." Rowen said, chewing on the ends of her hair.

Methos watched her, it was obvious that she was nervous, and that this Chambers woman disapproved of them at least a little bit.

Linda nodded and made a note in the file. "And how do they treat you? You just started school, correct?"

"They treat me alright." Rowen told her with shrug. "And yea I just started school. School year's almost over though."

Linda made a few more notes. "I'd like to see the rest of the house, would you show me around?"

"Me? Okay." Rowen said with another shrug, getting to her feet.

Linda stood with a nod to Pierson.

Methos rolled his eyes and stood to follow them as Rowen led the social worker into the kitchen.

Duncan was standing at the stove stirring the sauce for the pasta. He turned his head and smiled at them as they entered.

"Uhm..Well this is the kitchen." Rowen said, not sure what she was supposed to say.

"Would you like anything?" Methos asked.

Linda shook her head. "No, no, I'm fine, thank you. Pasta for dinner?"

"Rowen likes it." Duncan told her. "We all take turns picking what we're going to have for meals."

Rowen nodded, leaning over Duncan shoulder, to look at dinner. "Is it almost done?"

Methos chuckled. "Patience kiddo. Why don't you show Ms. Chambers the second floor."

Rowen nodded. "Okay, I guess you want to see my room huh?" She said leading Ms. Chamber from the kitchen and up the stairs.

Linda nodded. "Very much. So are you doing okay with these two? Your file says that Mr. MacLeod was a friend of your father's, but Mr. Pierson was the one who took you to the police station and signed the forms for custody." She followed Rowen up the stairs.

"Duncan was out of town when my father died, so Adam took care of me. They really are great guys. Just don't tell them I said so, don't want it to go to their heads." Rowen told her grinning over her shoulder.

Linda nodded, relieved. She'd been worried about Rowen's reaction when Pierson had been in the room, but if this was the girl's honest opinion... "And school? Are you having any trouble? I understand your father home schooled you."

"Other than I know more than some of my teachers? It's okay. I'd rather be home schooled still, but Duncan seems to think it'll be better for me to be around my 'peers'." She rolled her eyes. "This is my room." Rowen told her opening the door. It was silly but she was rather proud to have a door with a lock on her room. The room showed signs of a teenager slowly taking it over. A book loving teenager from what it seemed.

Methos stayed in the kitchen with Duncan, stepping over to lean against him. "I believe I detest social workers."

"The feeling is very mutual. The one that came over when Richie came to live with me and Tessa - Nosiest damn woman I ever met." Duncan nuzzled his neck affectionately.

"How did you get through it?" Methos reached a finger over to dip in the sauce for a taste.

"Tessa kept me from strangling the woman when she started asking how we'd treat Richie when we had our own kids." Duncan grumbled, but it was obvious it was still a sore spot. "And keep your fingers out of the sauce."

"But I need to know if it's good!" Methos chuckled and dipped his finger in again. "Well, at least that won't be a problem for us..."

"At least." Duncan sighed, glancing up at the ceiling. "I hope she's okay. You know how she hates questions."

"She'll be fine. And that Chambers woman wanted to get her alone, I know it." Methos took another taste. "I hope she leaves soon, I'm starving."

Linda looked around Rowen's room, making notes in her file the whole time. "What about Mr. MacLeod, where does he sleep?"

Rowen blinked, looking over at Ms. Chambers. "In the master bedroom." As if that should be obvious.

"And Mr. Pierson?"

"The master bedroom." Rowen rolled her eyes.

Linda pursed her lips. "Please show me?"

Rowen gave her a sharp look. "Fine." Leading her out of her room and down the hall, she gestured into the master bedroom sweet. With it's one bed.

"So they're... ah... a couple?" Linda asked, surveying the room and seeing nothing amiss.

"Well yea. I thought you knew that." Rowen said as if she was the least observant woman in the world.

"It was not specifically noted, and as you might be aware young lady, Mr. Pierson has been married in the past." Linda sighed and left the room to glance in the bathroom briefly. "I had hoped..."

"That they were single?" Rowen asked dryly.

"I merely don't know if this is the best environment for a girl your age." Linda looked back at her.

"Oh yea, and living with a man that could go days without saying two words to me was all that fucking great." Rowen snapped. She paled as soon as the words were out her mouth.

Linda stared at her. "I had no idea..."

Rowen shrugged. "I like living here. I loved my father, but he wasn't the best one in the world."

Nodding, Linda looked back into the master bedroom, then into Rowen's room. Try as she might, she couldn't find anything truly wrong with the house, and Pierson and MacLeod seemed easy enough around Rowen. "I see. Shall we go back downstairs? I have some paperwork to finish up."

"You're not going to take me away from here, are you? Because I warn you I can be a bloody pain in arse when I want to be." Rowen said, crossing her arms.

"No no, I won't be doing that. Honestly these two can provide for you far better than anyone I could place you with." Linda walked down the stairs. "I'll have to come back once more for a follow-up visit of course."

Rowen rolled her eyes. "Yea fine I guess." She said following her down.

Methos and Duncan were still in the kitchen. Methos was laughing at something Duncan had said and trying to get to the pot of pasta sauce.

"We're done the 10cent tour." Rowen told them, as they walked into the kitchen.

Duncan chuckled. "Not the 5cent tour?"

"Sounds good. You at nine cents or ten now?" Methos snuck a hand over towards the pot as he spoke.

"Inflation." Rowen said with a little smile. "10, and stop playing with dinner Adam!"

Methos chuckled at her and obediently withdrew his hand. "Well, Ms. Chambers, is there anything else you need?"

"I'd like to ask you and Mr. MacLeod a few questions if I could." Linda smiled politely.

Rowen sat back down at the kitchen table, trying to go back to the word problem that was giving her trouble.

"I don't have a problem with that." Duncan told her.

"Wonderful. Could we perhaps go into the other room, leave Rowen to her homework?" Linda turned and left the kitchen.

"I really can't stand social workers..." Methos muttered to Duncan as they followed her.

Duncan turned down the pots to low mainly to keep the food warm since it was almost ready. He gave Rowen a reassuring smile then joined Methos and the social worker in the other room.

Methos sat down on the couch and looked up at Duncan expectantly before turning his attention to Linda. "So what would you like to know?"

Duncan sat down beside Methos, wondering if this was going to be better or worse then what he and Tessa had gone through to get custody of Richie.

"Well, first of all, I'd like to know what the two of you plan to do to help Rowen with the trauma of her father's death, being attacked..." Linda pulled out Rowen's file and looked over it.

"Well we're here for her when she needs to talk," Duncan said glancing at Methos. "If she needs therapy we'll make sure she gets it.”

"So far she seems to be okay." Methos shrugged. "She's had a hard time, but she's a resilient girl. I think it will be good for her to have some stability."

Linda smiled. "True. So then I have to ask about your past Mr. MacLeod, pardon me, but you seem to have had a few run-ins with the police, both here and in Paris."

"There really isn't much to tell, Ms. Chambers." Duncan said, wondering how in the world he'd explain some of those 'run-ins' to her.

"I suppose you were merely being a good citizen?" She sighed. "Since you have never actually had any convictions... and there is this note from the local police department..." Linda looked at Methos. "I trust you have had a steadying influence? Rowen informs me that the two of you are, ahem, involved."

"We are." Duncan confirmed, forcing himself not to get defensive. She was just doing her job he told himself, but he hated all the questions. Bad enough to have the watchers know almost all the details of his life.

Methos nodded. "Is there a problem with that? We're fully capable of providing for her..."

Linda shook her head. "No, no no, it's fine. I just want to make sure this is a stable household."

Duncan bit his tongue on pointing out it was more stable than her last one. "Is there anything else you'd like to know?"

Linda looked over her notes again. "I don't believe so. I'll need to make a follow-up visit at some point. But with Rowen herself so eager to stay... I don't believe it will be a problem."

Methos sighed in relief and almost imperceptibly sagged against Duncan.

Duncan smiled and nodded, feeling the relief in Methos's body. Whether the other man would admit it or not, Duncan suspected Methos had become more than a little attached to the girl. "We're glad to hear it, we're both very fond of Rowen."

Linda forced a smile and pulled out several sheets of paper. "I'll need you both to sign these."

Duncan nodded, glancing over the papers before he signed them. He'd be happy when this woman was out of their home.

Methos scrawled his signature on the papers and handed them back to Linda before standing up.

"Well, thank you for coming by Ms. Chambers."

She took the papers and looked at the signatures briefly before putting them into Rowen's file. "My pleasure. I'll be calling some time in the next few weeks."

"Goodbye Ms. Chambers." Duncan said leaving Methos to see her out, as he went back into the kitchen to finish dinner.

"She still here?" Rowen asked Duncan making a face.

Duncan nodded. "She's just leaving. Put your books away so we can set the table for dinner, Rowen."

Methos led her to the door and waved a little as Linda walked to her car. He shut the door quietly and leaned his head against it.

In the kitchen, Rowen was helping Duncan set the table. "I'll finish up Rowen, you go get Methos for dinner." Duncan told her dishing the pasta into a bowl.

Rowen stuck her head out into the living room. "Adam you'd better come to dinner or we're gonna eat it all."

Methos banged his head against the door a few times before standing up straight and turning around. "Right, dinner." He smiled at her and went into the kitchen. "Well, wasn't that fun. And we get to do it again in a month!"

"I know, could she have BEEN more of a bitch?" Rowen asked. "Did she have to ask so many questions?" She slid into her seat at the kitchen table. Making a face at her glass of milk but not auguring about it.

"Watch your mouth Rowen." Duncan told her. "Well we survived at least, Methos. It could have been worse."

"She could have asked more questions. And yes, it could have been far worse. What did she talk to you about when you showed her your room?" Methos looked over at Rowen as he served himself.

"She asked me if I was really happy here like I was lying to her before or something. And apparently she hoped you guys were single, she got real put out when she realized you two were together." Rowen leaned across the table to grab a roll.

Methos chuckled. "Oh did she? Yes, she didn't seem thrilled about it."

"She was just doing her job Rowen." Duncan pointed out. "She has to make sure you are happy here."

"And safe." Methos added.

"She was less than thrilled alright. Bet she wanted to date you Adam." Rowen laughed.

"Well he's taken." Duncan grumbled around a mouthful of pasta. Sounding a bit put out.

"God forbid!" Methos looked horrified at the prospect. "Totally not my type. And Duncan's rather possessive."

"Would you like me to growl at her next time?" Duncan asked with a chuckle. "Or perhaps hold your hand and quote love sonnets?"

"Please I'm eating!" Rowen protested, serving herself more pasta.

"You'd recite poetry to me?" Methos looked up at Duncan and grinned. "How about dirty limericks?"

"There once was man from Nantucket." Duncan started with a sly grin.

Rowen covered her ears with a groan.

"Hey, wait. Didn't you just say something about Rowen's language?" Methos laughed. "Maybe I'll have you stick with sonnets."

"Hey I didn't even mention the goat yet." Duncan protested, acting wounded.

Rowen hid a snort taking a large swallow of milk.

tbc

List of works in progress

2004-06-13T23:16:52Z

Desert Fic (Connor/Methos)
Changing ways (Duncan/Methos)
Adult!Jon Macleod and Methos story
Evil!Jon MacLeod and Methos story
Au!Connor and Methos story
Smut!Interrupted
A story what if story about Duncan slaming Methos into the car.

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