"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!!" shouted a half sleep MacLeod. As the sheets are thrown on the floor by the bed that was once covering MacLeod's hard body."Taking what is mine. Do you object?" Methos points his sword and looks at this stranger with a cynical grin.
"I think I would," MacLeod Scottish brogue sounding even thicker than usual and looking in shock at the stranger. Wondering, how in the hell did he get into his hotel suite. MacLeod had paid for a full Months rent. The last thing MacLeod remembered was being with Amanda and celebrating after escaping that Turkish prison. They were drinking...damn Amanda was making her special punch. Wait until I see Amanda again!
Methos, throws his hat and gloves down on the chair by the large canopy bed. wondering how the hotel could rent his suite out to this ass. Philips knows he acquires this room when he comes into town. Now this stranger lays in his bed. Methos Looks a bit harder ... "ahh, but what a nice ass it is"
Methos states commonly. "This is my room, my bed and everything that is in this room belongs to me. Would you like a drink, or do you prefer a Highland ale to wash it down with" Methos noting the accent. Methos walking towards the pitcher of ale the hotel boy always leaves in the room for him. "or do you want me to go down for scotch".
"Aye to wash what with?" , MacLeod was beginning to get a little nervous. //Why! What was it that had him on edge, it felt like his blood was starting to stream. Anger, that must be what it is?//
Methos looks down at the young man and smiles. MacLeod lets out a small catch in his throat, as if he needed to breath.
"Why dinner of course, or do you prefer something else? Adam is my name, Adam Pierson. Some people call me Doc...and yours."
"Duncan MacLeod" as he swings his legs out the bed to grabs his trousers, slamming one leg into them, than the other. "Of the Clan MacLeod"
Well, Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod, I say by the sound of that accent, Scottish I presume.
"Aye, how perceptive." MacLeod states as if this Adam, Doc or whatever he wants to call himself must not be as smart as he looks.
MacLeod, walks towards Methos "you Sir are a pompous bore" as MacLeod looks at this stranger, how he would like to punch that smug smile right off his face.
Methos smiles even more, thinking, I have died and gone to heaven. This is going to be fun. "Am I really. Do you say that to everyone you meet or to only those you take a fancy too.
"What! I don't even know you" MacLeod bellows out.
"Exactly", Methos, knowing he has him now. "But don't worry...you will. Duncan why don't we... No, I think I prefer to call you MacLeod. MacLeod, why don't we go down to dinner and you can tell me all about how you loathe me, and how you think I am a...what did you call me? " //Oh, how he loves to smile at Duncan's innocence, How young he is...quite young.//
MacLeod can't believe his ears, "a pompous ass."
"I thought you said Bore."
"That too" MacLeod shouts.
Methos looks at MacLeod in detail and realized he should get dressed, and by the smell a bathe as well. "MacLeod, I will meet you down stairs...say in about an hour. After you freshen up a bit."
MacLeod looking at Methos as he fully comprehends his meaning. "A Bath! I bathed last month." Smelling his underarms, first left than the right arm.
"I sure you have" under his breath. "Do not be Long"
"What did you say", as Methos starts to walk out the door.
"Nothing. Hurry MacLeod, as I hate to be kept waiting" laughing as he closes the door behind him.
Methos walks down the long narrow stairs, and notice Philip, signally him to sit down at the special dinning time prepared for him. Philip comes behind Methos and seats him at the far end of the table
"Thank you Philip"
Philip, walks in front of him with a worried look on his face. " Mr. Pierson, I am terribly sorry, if I would have known you would be in town..."
"Do not concern yourself Philip...no harm done. I would like a dark ale Philip"
"Right away Sir", Philip hurrying behind the bar, knowing what a blunder he has made of this error, Mr. Pierson is one of the pomaded guest at the hotel. if his mistake has cost him his patronage, thinking as he finishes filling the glass with Pierson favorite dark beer.
Philip nearly runs back to the table, "Sir, if there is anything I can do to rectify my error I have caused you, another room for you perhaps, Sir. Philip lowers his head to Methos, "Or perhaps I can arrange for...some more suitable company?"
"Thank you Philip, but no, I am quite happy with this arrangement...quite happy. How can I put this, Mr. MacLeod and I are coming to a sort of an understanding. Do you understand?"
Philip understood all too well, what Mr. Pierson meant, seeing over the years his indiscretions, however brief...and in some cases lasting years. Who was that last chap? Ah, yes Lord Byron "I will leave you than. Will, *your guest* be coming down to dine with you."
"Yes, he will be joining me Philip, can you prepare a brandy for Mr. MacLeod."
"Of coarse, Sir, Right away." Philip thinking, //Mr. MacLeod, by the grace of god, I hope you can last this quest...more like pure lust, by the look I saw in the eyes of Mr. Adam Pierson.??
//Oh MacLeod, Methos antipating, when I finish with you, you will be begging for me to wait, as I will be the air you breath. You are my *soul mate* MacLeod, and instead of wanting to fight me with a sword; as you would like too now...we will be under the heavens in our passions, looking at the sunset. Highlander...I am Methos! You will live to want me, as much as I want you now. Don't worry, as I know you do not know the ways to such passions; but, Oh...you will, by the gods you will!//
"Well, it is about time, as Methos notices MacLeod walking down the stairs, very languidly I might add. "I see the bath agreed with you"
"Aye", looking at Methos.
"Where is your sword?"
Are we not dinning in, what do I need a sword to eat at a table" MacLeod stateds as he seats down with a thunk.
"Not only Hasn't anyone taught you the ways of keeping that handsome Immortal neck of yours, but no one has bothered to teach you the art of properly seating at a table. MacLeod, learn this lesson well, carry your sword, *always*."
"Fine, I will carry my sword, angerly states; but what art. You walk to the table grab a chair and sit down."
"MacLeod, remind me to give you a lesson in the peculiars of dinning as a gentlmen. " Noting how MacLeod's Hair comes across his face..."Among many other things"
MacLeod looks down at his side of the table and notices a glass of brandy. "What's this, I wanted ale, I thristy and hot."
"You most definitely are."
"What."
Methos had another idea in mind, he was hungry, but it was not for food. "MacLeod what do you say we have Philip send up our meals for the night and you and I go upstairs....to talk.
"I just came down stairs to eat. What do you want to talk about. MacLeod looking confused.
"Our destiny, MacLeod, our destiny. Shall we. Methos getting up and calls Philip to the table"
"Do you need any Sir. Is everything satisfactory?"
Oh, yes Philip, MacLeod and I have decided to dine upstairs.
Philip looks at MacLeod than Mr. Peirson. "I see, well, can I get you anything."
"We would like a bottle of Red wine, two hens sent up to our room and hmmm....a dark ale for my friend here." Methos could not keep the humor off his face as he notices MacLeod's relisations of what he had in mind for the two of them.
"Come on MacLeod, I do not like to be keep waiting for to long.
MacLeod looks at Philip, "Has he always been this way"
"All the while I have known him Sir, Don't worry, as I hear, the men are never really sorry. Mr, Peirson usally leaves them before they want to be left. Philip reaches up to whispers in Mr. MacLeod's ear. "I say, I hear it quit........nice. Best not keep him waiting.
MacLeod just looks shocked. "I guess not" as he recedes up the stairs wondering what adventures lay ahead?
MacLeod walks into the suites and see Methos laying quit relaxed on the canopy bed with his eyes closed. He also noticed Methos only wearing his long britches. //How nice and defined his chest is. You would never imagine it under his gentlemen's cloths.//
//Leave it to Adam to come up here and just lay here on the bed like a feline cat, marking his territory.// as MacLeod starts to stare at the softly matted hair going down his waist drawn britches. //Oh, how he entices me so, but what am I thinking, he is a stranger, and an Immortal. This *Doc* person can take my head if I am not careful. Notice how his chest rises and falls, so lightly as if he does not ever hear my cry's of my Immortal signature. He is in control. Total power is his. I sensed it the moment I saw him standing over me here, not four hours from this bed. Look he stirs.//
"MacLeod, come here" Methos command.
"What-t do you want," but MacLeod knows the answer to that question.
"You." as he brings he arms behind his head. "Surely you have guessed by now.
"I have." MacLeod whispers.
"Do you not want me" Methos purrs.
"I do no' know" MacLeod Scottish accents even stronger now.
"I tend to think, yes MacLeod. I see it in you eyes. Do you think I was alseep."
"We are Immortal, are we not, it does not matter if you were alseep or not. You will always sense me"
Methos sees his apprehension, but presses on none-the-less. "There is more here, I feel it, and I know you do. What really brings two people together. Fate. Chance. Destiny MacLeod. I have been waiting for you all my life, and to give it up now would be like giving up my life. Do you not agree?"
"Aye, I do"
"Than come here, and lets began what our minds, bodies and senses can never deny." Methos raises his arms to call MacLeod to him.
MacLeod comes and sits on the bed. Watching Methos as he raises up to brush his hand across MacLeod's strong chest. //Oh, look at that wonderful chest. So hard. So strong. Yes, we are meant to be together you and I, lets not keep our fate's waiting any longer.//
"Lay down MacLeod." Methos reaches for MacLeod and gives him a soft kiss. //That's it MacLeod, I knew you would enjoy it// Methos brings his tongue out to tease MacLeod lips. Sucking on his top lip than the button, pulling, tastes his sweetness. //I could get lost in you MacLeod, and this is just the beginning of our passion.//
Methos pulls MacLeod with a force, and kisses him that reinforces what Methos desires, needs from him. Nothing will be denied. Nothing. Now, MacLeod matches Methos passion to passion, as their lips explores, each other in this timless embrace. "MacLeod, take out you shoes."
//Gladly// as MacLeod reaches down to grap the left shoe and throws it across the room, while the other shoe drops right by the foot of the bed eagerly.
Methos reaches for MacLeod and pulls his shirt off and over his head. Than, reaching down to unfasten his pants one leg at a time, as he watches MacLeod for his reaction. //Is that passion in those eyes I see// He than lays MacLeod back on the bed. and began to kiss him on his chest. While working his draw string pants off in a hurry. He quickly lays on top of MacLeod and began to rub his body together with MacLeod's. Kissing his neck. "mmm" moans MacLeod.
"Do you like that, the way I kiss you here." As Methos continues to lavish his neck with sweet caresses. Darting his tongue across MacLeod most senitive skin.
"Aye, I do."
Methos now begans to rub their two cocks together.
//Wonderful feeling, as I knew it would be//
Methos starts to go down on MacLeod body and takes MacLeod cock in his hand, and than into his mouth. Bring his tongue around and across the head, working his mouth down the shaft and cupping his scrotum.
"Lift your hips for me." Methos now had better access to his sack and his nice ass. He began to lick all over first the balls than up and down the length of MacLeod cock. MacLeod starting to feel the first build of excitment and Methos sucks him hard, as he increase the stroking power.
"I can no' hold on any longer." MacLeod crys out in estasy
"Than come MacLeod, I will take you fully, as I must taste you all."
Methos takes him all the way in hungrily, sucking him building and building, MacLeod hips began to raise up to meet Methos fast and steady strokes, higher and higer and than MacLeod comes long and hard. Spent
//That's it MacLeod come hard// Of course he does....
"What are you doing" MacLeod looking at Methos through the doorway as Methos types away at the laptop computer. "I turned around from my side of the bed to continue again what we couldn't finish early last night"
"Not my fault" Methos says in that cynical tone MacLeod loves and hates "Could it be MacLeod had too much to drink at the party...hmm"
"Methos, how did I know Amanda would spike the punch"
"Oh, and she never have before. MacLeod... when are you going to stop being such a boycott", Methos not really listening to MacLeod as he finishes the last chapter.
MacLeod walks up behind Methos. "Methos, are you listening to me, I want you to come back to bed...I know we can play doctor. I'll let you be the doctor"
"I heard you MacLeod, and I have already had the pleasure of that title, thank you very much" continuing his typing. "Now be a good boy and go upstairs and wait for me while I finish this entree."
"I know what sort of entree we can do upstairs, as MacLeod begins to lick Methos sensitive ear. MacLeod thinking "//If this does not get him, he will had to try a more direct approach."//
"I will be up in a bit, I am almost finish. Oh, this is good" Methos smiling to himself.
"What is good? What are you writing at 3:00 AM in the morning. Can't it wait until later." as MacLeod, begins to bring his hand to Methos crotch. MacLeod noticing a slight imprint beginning to form.
"Yes love, but since you were in a...how can I stated this, worst for wears, I needed aN outlet to...ahh, fuel my imagination."
MacLeod unzipping Methos pants and taking out his cock. Stroking it, bring his hand down to his shaft than slowly moving to the tip of his head, pinching it at the opening... up and down. //That's it, a little moisture, now I am starting to get your attention.// "So, is it working" MacLeod says out load.
"Yes, its working quit nicely... hmm, Methos purrs. "Would you like to know what I am writing?" Methos begins to lean his head on MacLeod hard chest.
"Yes", at this moment MacLeod just wanted to say anything to get Methos upstairs.
"I am writing a story", Methos continuing to type.
"What kind of story are you writing?" History? Drama? Action? MacLeod starting to wonder if Methos really hasn't lost it after 5000 years.
"A love story" Methos starting to think if MacLeod keeps up the hand job he is going to get another idea for a sex scene, and he will never go upstairs.
"Like a Sonnet" Had you been at it again, reading Byron's poetry, and I though he was out of our lives? MacLeod feeling a little jealous. He still can see the images Methos confessed to him about Byron and that damn Shelly woman.
"More like a romance novel" as Methos starts to power down his computer. //Damn Windows 95 froze on me again. Maybe I should stick to ink and quill, at least I wouldn't have to reboot 50 million times, and they call this the technology age.//
MacLeod began to laugh, "See, even the computer knows its too late to be working this time of night."
"OK, MacLeod I guess you've made your point. Now what was it you were saying about making a entree upstairs?" Methos grabs MacLeod's neck for one of their many kisses that continues to awe him at how MacLeod can still makes him weak at the knees. Thank the Gods that that is the only things that is weak."
As Methos and MacLeod walk out of the room Methos reaches over to the light switch to turn the light out. "Now, MacLeod, where did we leave off?"
"I think it was somewhere around here", as MacLeod goes around Methos to get a better look at the back view. "I thought you were going to teach me the art of working all your muscles to the maximum." MacLeod reaching his hand inside of Methos loose fitting jeans.
"Oh, I think his Memory is returning. I have to talk to Amanda about experimenting on the punch again."
"You do that."
1 hour later...
"Come back to bed...Where are you going MacLeod", Methos begins to rise out of bed.
"I just going to check on the lights, I think I left them on in the Dojo"
"OK, but hurry back, you know how I get when your not here to keep me warm."
MacLeod puts on his black hooded rope he gets from the bed and heads towards the lift. MacLeod turns on the lights in the office Dojo and turns on the computer. "OK, Methos what was so important you were writing that distracted you from me."
"Great, he left it on the desktop! Sunset? What is this? MacLeod double-clicks onto the file and opens up the Microsoft Word document. "Damn a Password...Let's see, *Doc*, OK, that didn't work. Mmm, *Lord Byron*. "It better not have." he states out load. Mmm, *5000 year Old*. "Come on MacLeod, what would a 5000 year old Immortal save as a password." I wonder, *Death*. Success! Methos either you are getting horribly predicable, or I am starting to understand you all too well."
MacLeod starts to read the title of the document. "Swords at Sunset" MacLeod begins to read the rest...
1 1/2 Hour later...
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!!" shouted Methos.
MacLeod looks up towards the doorway. Uhmm, I was just...
"Just what, being nosy, looking at something that is private, and mind you encrypted with a password!!" Methos looking at MacLeod as if he has just lost his mind.
"Well, I...I was just...just looking over some files.
"Yea, my files" as Methos walks behind MacLeod.
"Well, why would you leave something you didn't want anyone to read on the desktop?"
"Because MacLeod, if you put a password on a file you would think some Boycott, MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod would have the decency not to read it!
So,... OK, you already read it. What do you think?"
MacLeod looking nervous " A lot of Slash, is it not? What are you going to do with it?"
Methos smiling, "Enter it in a contest"
MacLeod looking Confused, "What sort of contest?"
"A contest I saw on The Watchers Intranet.
"You'll out of the Watchers. How did you get access"
Methos can't believe MacLeod to be so naive, "Oh, the minds of youth. Who do you think set up the Network in the first place."
Methos thinking, //Okay, MacLeod stop looking at me with that disproving, I'm right you wrong, case close look.//
Methos getting impatient, "Do you want to hear about it on not.
"Not," as MeLeod begins to smile at Methos. "Okay, once you get your mind on something....
Methos begins... "You have to write a story based on a picture and a time period, I'm starting my in the late 16th century, and the story called for slash. I made sure they won't even know it is me who is sending it. Want to see the picture, I downloaded it?"
Methos looks at MacLeod waiting for him to get out of the chair. "Do you mine!"
"Yes. My chair." MacLeod gets out of the chair anyway.
Methos goes into his folder and opens up the graphic Files. "Good likeness of you don't you think?"
"Those damn Watchers...is everyone writing Immortal Fan-Fiction Now!! God, Get a life; and do they had to put us in any and every situation. Why do you always have to be behind. I'm the *Top* remember..."
"Sure you are", Methos smiling, thinking...Not for the last two nights.
"Well MacLeod since, the Watchers now know about us, I guess they are having a bit of fun with it. It's not like anyones ever going to see the stories outside of the Watchers Headquarters."
"...and do they had to give you the last word all the time, in the cynical tone!"
"I never have the last word"
"Yes you do." MacLeod Shouts.
No, I don't.
"See what I mean...Old Man. Coming", MacLeod laughing as he walks out the door of the office.
"In a minute" Methos getting a little irritated, as he turns off the computer, "Boycott"
"What did you say'
"Nothing", under his breath 'Big Boycott" as he follows MacLeod to bed.