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This is a crossover between Highlander and Stargate. The characters aren’t mine, wish they were, but… Okay to archive to 7th Dimension, Area 52 and any other list, just let me know. No copyright infringement intended.
Thanks to Mamabeast for her wonderful beta. Dedicated to Leila- for giving me the idea for the story
Spoilers for Highlander Endgame and Deadly Medicine
Spoilers for Stargate the Movie, Gamekeeper, Frozen, Abyss, Paradise Lost, Evolution Part 2, and Lost City
This is a slash story and is a crossover between Highlander and Stargate. Duncan/Methos and Jack/Daniel.
Methos wrapped up his business in New York. The last evening in town, he and Duncan ate dinner at home, enjoying each other’s company.
“So, you’re really going to do this? I can’t talk you out of it,” Duncan said as he took a bite of bow tie pasta.
“We’ve been over this, MacLeod. I trust Daniel and I’ll be safe. He’s not immortal and neither is Jack. I know you think I’m putting myself at risk, but I find the whole project intriguing.” Methos took a swig of beer and ate a bite of chicken. “I’ll miss your cooking. Can’t believe the food will be that great at a government installation.”
“Methos,” Duncan sighed with exasperation. “You’re avoiding me, again.”
“Bright boy, MacLeod.” He grinned. “I know they are hiding something really big and I want to know what it is.” Methos finished his dinner, stood up to take his plate to the sink. “Now are we going to spend our last night together arguing or are you going to take me to bed?”
Duncan eyed his lover, smiling at the invitation. “Bed. This will have to hold me for awhile.” Duncan left his plate on the table, joining Methos in their bed.
SGC - COLORADO SPRINGS, COLORADO
Adam arrived in Colorado Springs as planned and Jack took him to the mountain to get his badge, signing the necessary non-disclosure forms. Jack showed him the on base quarters, but Adam declined stating he wished to separate himself from the military as much as possible.
“Actually, I still can’t believe I let Daniel talk me into this job,” Adam lamented as he walked the eerie gray cement hallways.
Jack pointed to the bank of elevators leading to the commissary. “These are the elevators you take to the commissary.” Jack laughed at the face Adam’s made. “Well, it’s on base, fairly cheap, and it’s readily available.” Methos nodded his head.
“Somehow, government and food in the same sentence don’t seem to be a good mix,” Methos commented.
“Daniel can get people to do things they never thought they would agree to. I know, I’ve seen him in action.” A smile and a nod of respect crossed Jack’s face as he spoke fondly of his teammate and lover. “Adam, I’m glad that you decided to help Daniel. He thinks very highly of your work and I know he won’t be disappointed. Remember, all of the work you are doing here is classified. You can’t share it with anyone but us.”
Adam nodded. “I understand. I hope this won’t take too long or Duncan won’t be happy. He’s not very happy that I’m here.”
“Hopefully he can come visit,” Jack replied. “Colorado Springs is a really nice place.”
“Yes. When do I start work? I’m anxious to see what has Daniel all fired up,” Adam remarked as he followed Jack down another gray corridor.
Jack cringed as he heard Daniel’s name. He knew Adam and Daniel shared a past, but he didn’t like to think of Daniel with anyone but himself. The green monster was alive and well in his mind despite Daniel’s assurance that Jack was his true love, and Adam was in his past. He trusted Daniel and knew Adam was in a relationship with Duncan, but Jack knew trouble followed Daniel everywhere.
Jack and Adam went to Daniel’s lab, entering without knocking, as was Jack’s habit. Shelves of books and reference materials lined the walls and Daniel’s desk. Eyeing some rare, out-of –print books as well as other obscure references materials piqued Adam’s interest. He realized the government would stop at no expense to find Atlantis. He wondered why the military had an interest in the ancient city and a niggling at the back of his mind told him that this could be very important.
“Hmm. Very extensive library you have here.” He reverently touched a rare copy of Gallagher’s, “On the Phonetic Interpretation of Early Sumerian Cuneiform” that he thought had completely disappeared. “I guess the government is very eager to find Atlantis,” Adam said as he viewed Daniel’s workspace. “So where do I work?”
Daniel looked up from his current project, a translation of a stele that SG-5 brought back. “Ohh. You’re here,” Daniel said casually, the surprise evident on his face.
“Bright boy,” Adam responded. “So where do I work? Doesn’t seem to be a lot of space in here.”
Daniel pushed up his glasses and ran his hand through his hair before responding. “ I forgot you were coming today. Sorry. I’ve just been so busy. Ah well. Now that you’re here, we can get you started.”
“Forgot? I’m that unimportant.” There was a decided gleam in his eye. “Maybe I should just leave,” Adam joked as he remembered Daniel’s tendency to become completely absorbed in his work.
Daniel laughed at the familiar banter between he and Adam. “Not so fast. You agreed to a translation and I’m going to hold you to it.” Daniel gathered a few books from his shelf and motioned for Adam to follow him.
They entered a room with a desk, and several credenzas. A computer was placed on one of the credenzas. A small fridge was on the floor by the desk and a coffee pot sat on top of the filing cabinet.
“Jack, I think we can take it from here. Thanks for bringing Adam down,” Daniel said as he dismissed his commanding officer.
“Sure. I know when I’m not needed. Adam have fun. You know where the commissary is and drag Daniel along if you’re going. He does forget to eat, you know?”
Daniel looked at Jack, his eyes glaring, “Jack…”
“I’m leaving. Okay,” Jack waved his hand in a shooing motion as he walked out of the room.
“Don’t mind him, Adam. He’s not as gruff as he appears.” Daniel said as he placed some of the reference material on the bookshelves. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Daniel went to his office, returning with the texts they had retrieved from Abydos.
“Here are the works that I need help in translating. I’ve translated about half of the first book, but I’m stuck. I was hoping you would start with a review of the text, then see if you can figure out any more information.” Daniel laid the stack of texts on the desk, and then pushed his glasses up as they had started to slip.
“I’ll see what I can do. Oh, by the way, Daniel is there anywhere I can get a beer. I work better if I have a beer.”
Grinning at the request, he replied, “Sorry. No beer. This is a government installation. No alcohol allowed. But I promise I’ll buy you a beer after work.”
“Sounds good. Two sounds better,” he said grinning. “Now, don’t you have work to do?” Adam said as he sat down to study the texts.
“I’m just down the hall if you need anything,” Daniel said as he returned to his office.
Adam reviewed Daniel’s work for the remainder of the afternoon, finding the ancient text intriguing and a challenge. His stomach growled. Looking at the clock, he frowned as he realized he had been working for six hours without a break. He understood how Daniel could forget to eat. The past was a special siren’s song to his mind. He closed the door, walking down to Daniel’s office.
Knocking, he heard a faint “enter” through the door and walked in. Daniel was hunched over some text, deep in thought and he didn’t look up to see who had entered.
“You owe me a beer,” Adam said foregoing a formal greeting.
Looking up from his work, Daniel smiled when he saw Adam. “I do.”
“So let’s go. I’m thirsty. Translating is hard work.”
“Let me just finish this up,” Daniel said, returning to the reference book on his desk.
Adam walked over to the desk, turning off the lamp. “I don’t think so. I remember you and your ‘let me finish this one last thing.’ You are done.”
Daniel ran his fingers through his hair, stretching his arms over his head he turned toward Adam. “Let me call Jack and tell him I’m leaving.”
Calling Jack’s line, Daniel waited for him to pick up.
“Hey. It’s me. I’m going to buy Adam a beer. I promised him I would since he can’t drink on base. Wanna come?”
“Sweet. Beer. Yep. Be there in 5. Meet you in the lockers,” Jack said as he looked at his watch. ‘Damn. I knew I should have set an alarm. After today, Adam will think we’re slave drivers. He hasn’t had a break since I left him with Daniel.’ Jack turned off the lamp, locked his drawer and left his office. ‘Oh well, my one consolation is that if he’s anything like Daniel, he’ll forget time when he’s working too,’ Jack thought as he made his way to the lockers.
Turning towards Adam, Daniel said, “Jack said he’ll come. He’ll meet us in the locker room. Let’s go. I’m suddenly very thirsty.”
The three men met in the locker room, changing into their civilian clothing. Adam watched as the two men sureptiously eyed each other, quickly understanding their hidden relationship.
At the bar, Adam ordered a Heineken and Jack a Killian’s Red. Daniel ordered a glass of white wine.
“So how did your first day go, Adam?” Jack asked.
“Fine. I think I have reviewed about 6-7 pages of text. Your translations seem to be accurate, but I have some questions.”
“Not here. Classified work,” Jack urged.
“Not about the translations. About you two. Are you together?”
The quick glances between the men gave Adam the answer he needed.
“Didn’t think you could do that in the military?” He asked as he drank the last of his beer.
“You can’t, but ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ can come in very handy. Lots of rumors fly, but no one would dare ask the second in command of the military base,” Jack answered as he took a drink of his beer. “There are some advantages of command.” The bottle seemed empty; he waved toward the waitress to bring another round.
“I see,” said Adam as he nodded his head, acknowledging the refill. “Good to know these kinds of things. This may make Duncan more at ease.”
“How long you two been together?” Daniel asked.
“About four years, but I’ve known him almost a decade.” Yawning, Adam added, “Sorry to break up this party, but it has been a long day. I’m still not used to the new time zones. Traveling is such a bitch. I’ll see you two in the morning. Have a good night.” Adam stood, laid down some bills to cover his tab, leaving Jack and Daniel in the bar.
Jack stood up, laid a few bills on the table and smiled at Daniel. “Time for us to go too. The general was nice enough to not send us out for the next week or so, but there are new recruits coming in tomorrow and guess who gets to greet them.”
Groaning at the words new recruits, Daniel looked at Jack, “Promise me the next training scenario will not involve me and stun guns. I hate stun guns.”
“Well, there will be stun guns but I promise they won’t be aimed at you.” Jack smiled as he squeezed Daniel’s shoulder since they were still in public.
They returned home, Jack enjoying a hockey game on television while Daniel caught up on his journal reading.
The next week was filled with more of the same. Daniel and Adam spent their days translating texts and Jack worked with the new recruits. Adam completed his review of Daniel’s translation and they discussed the text enthusiastically. Daniel was impressed with Adam’s quick grasp of the language and his ease of translation. While he didn’t believe in fate, he knew there was a reason he’d thought of his friend. Adam wondered about the origins of the text, as Daniel didn’t share that information. Adam hoped his translation of the text would provide some answers to his many questions.
He missed Duncan and looked forward to his visit this weekend. Duncan had been working on an estate sale and been unable to get away until it was complete.
Adam opened the next page of the ancient writing, continuing his translation. He learned that a group of Abydonians were slaves and mined an ore for an overlord. The overlord was not given a name, but it was apparent the people feared him. Abydos was an ancient Egyptian city and he knew various Pharaoh’s had ruled the land in ancient times. He didn’t remember any mining operations but ….
The ancient city is a fortress. It protects the inhabitants from the evil Goa’uld.
‘THE GOA’ULD,’ his mind shouted as he pictured the evil aliens. Adam continued to translate a few more sentences as his body shivered with remembered images. The Goa’uld, the snake they tried to put in his body. His Immortal nature, killing it as it urged him to blend and become one. The battle his Pharaoh, Akhenaten, waged, pushing them back through the magic ring. The cover stone he buried to keep them away from earth.
‘If this has anything to do with the Goa’uld, I have to stop them. The SGC don’t know what they’re up against. The Goa’uld are killers.’
He read the text, seeking as much information from the ancient writing as possible. As the day ended, he remembered Duncan was coming in tonight. He needed to talk to Duncan. Putting his books away for the evening, he tried to calm his breathing and center himself.
Adam walked toward Daniel’s office, knocking to alert his friend to his presence.
“Come,” Daniel called out. “Hi, Adam,” he greeted his friend as he looked at his watch. “Is it that time already? The time goes very fast. You got plans for the weekend?”
“Actually, Duncan is coming in. In fact,” he said as he glanced at the clock, “ I need to leave now if I’m to meet his plane.”
“Have fun. Tell him, hi. Relax. You’ve been working hard.” Daniel said as he looked at the fatigue and worry on his friend’s face. “Are you okay Adam?” he asked solicitously.
Adam smiled, putting on his poker face. “Yes, I’m fine. Just tired. I guess I’m working a lot. Ready for the weekend. See you on Monday.” He closed the door, making his way toward the locker room, changing into his jeans.
Daniel stretched, closed his computer, and then walked to Jack’s office.
Without knocking, he went in “Time to go home, Colonel.” Daniel stood in the doorway, smiling at Jack.
Jack put down the papers he was holding as he quirked his eyebrow at Daniel. Looking at his watch, he said, “I see it is, Dr. Jackson.” Jack put his papers in order, turned off the light and followed Daniel to the locker rooms where they changed into their civilian clothes before leaving the mountain.
AIRPORT COLORADO SPRINGS, COLOROADO
Methos waited by the baggage carousel for Duncan. Methos hated airports. He didn’t like being without his sword and flying necessitated that. He always had papers to carry it, of course, but still airplanes were small spaces that didn’t lend themselves to battles. The other immortal would be at the same disadvantage if they brought out their swords, but still it was not a pleasant thought.
Pleasant thoughts were definitely not on the agenda for this evening. He knew he had to tell Duncan what he’d discovered. They had to warn Daniel to stay away from the Goa’uld. Of course he realized that if he told Daniel how he knew about them, he would have to admit other things. He didn’t share the knowledge of his Immortality with many people, but this seemed to be a situation where he had little choice.
He spotted his lover walking toward the baggage area, smiling at the sight of the striking man. Duncan saw him, returning the grin. They hugged each other, something that was acceptable in this setting.
“Good to see you. I’m glad you’re here,” Methos said as he released Duncan from the hug. “Flight okay?” he asked trying to school his voice.
“Fine. I’ve missed you,” Duncan admitted as he walked toward a drinking fountain. Bending down to take a drink, he commented, “I hate flying for many reasons, but I really hate the dry mouth it gives me.” Taking another drink he stood, smiling at his lover. “Seems that I’ve gotten used to your presence in my life.” Duncan returned to the baggage area, claiming his sword case as it slid down the ramp. Mac eyed the baggage area, Methos touching his shoulder, pointing to the left of the baggage area. Taking his bags into the nearest men’s room, he ducked into the nearest stall, placing the sword in his coat, closing the garment. Smiling at the feel of steel, he patted the garment, picked up his bags and rejoined Methos.
Methos gave a small grin as he recognized MacLeod’s renewed ease with his sword at his side. “The car is in the garage. This way.” Methos motioned to the left. Duncan grabbed his carry on following Methos to the car.
They entered the car; Methos followed the arrows out of the garage and paid the parking fee. Exiting to the highway, he remained silent.
Duncan watched Methos for the remainder of the ride, taking in his longer then usual brown hair. Having grown up in a time when men didn’t cut their hair, he was always partial to long hair. “I like your hair. It’s a new length for you.”
Methos nodded his head, but didn’t answer.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been to Colorado Springs,” Duncan said as he tried to engage Methos. “I lived in Denver a few times, nice area, but I haven’t been there in at least a century. I’m sure it has changed.”
“Yes. I’m sure it has,” Methos replied as he continued to drive through traffic.
“How far is your place? I’m anxious to get out of these clothes and have a nice hot shower,” Duncan said as he caressed his lover’s thigh through his black jeans.
Enjoying the caress despite his anxiety, Methos answered, “I live about 15 minutes from the mountain. Jack said I could have a place on base to cut down on travel time, but I said no. It ‘s creepy being underground with all that concrete. I can’t believe it’s been a month already,” Methos commented as he laid his hand on Duncan’s. “Translates to about 25 minutes from the airport. I promise you can have your nice hot shower when you get there.”
Duncan continued the caress, but Methos did not comment on it.
“We’re here,” Methos announced. “My place is the third building. With what they’re paying me, I was able to rent a small house.” He turned off the ignition, pocketing his keys, and got out of the car.
“So is the work interesting?” Duncan asked as he grabbed his overnight bag from the back seat.
They walked to the front door of the small brick house. The other houses on the street were spaced evenly apart, giving each a nice sized yard and some privacy. The house had a small sitting porch with two wooden rocking chairs. “The place was furnished. You know I didn’t bring much with me,” Methos said in way of explanation as he pointed to the chairs. “The work is very exciting.” Methos unlocked the door. “Let’s get you inside and clean.”
Walking to the closet, he gathered clean towels and a washcloth for Duncan, pointing to the bathroom. “Bedroom’s down the hall and the bath is off the room. I’ll be in the kitchen, finishing dinner.”
“Okay,” Duncan said, the frown on his face evident. Taking his gear toward the bedroom, he stripped, entered the bathroom and showered.
Methos did not join him nor did he call out to him while he was showering. Duncan tied a towel around his waist while he used the second towel to dry his hair. Walking into the kitchen, he pressed his lips against Methos’ neck to give him a small kiss.
Methos did not respond.
“So one month and I’m history,” Duncan accused. “Why did you want me to come if you weren’t interested?” He asked as he started walking back toward the bedroom.
Taken aback by MacLeod’s anger, and loud voice, Methos turned around, pulling Mac toward him. Kissing him deeply, he attempted to calm his lover as he stroked his slightly damp skin.
“MacLeod. MacLeod. No, you’re not history, and I need you here, more then you realize.”
Responding to Methos’ kiss, Duncan relaxed. “Talk to me.”
“Why don’t you get dressed? As much as I want your body, and would love nothing more than to crawl into bed with you, other things are pressing. By the time you’re finished I should have dinner on the table and we can talk.”
MacLeod did as he was asked, returning as quickly as possible.
“Smells good. Airline food still is not fit to eat.”
Methos put the food on the plates, setting the plates on the table. Grabbing two beers, he placed one at each place setting. “Good. Let’s eat,” he said as he sat down.
Duncan ate the honey mustard chicken breasts and fresh green beans. He watched Methos pick at the dinner, taking a few bites occasionally.
“Are you going to talk, or am I supposed to guess?”
Methos looked up from his dinner, smiling a half grin at MacLeod’s comments.
“I need your help.”
“Whoa. The oldest man in the world needs my help. This should be good,” Duncan laughed.
“I’m serious, Mac,” Methos chided. “You know that story I was telling you about the Goa’uld when we were in New York. It seems that the text Daniel and the Air Force want translated were written about the Goa’uld. They are looking for Atlantis or some such city for a weapon to defeat the Goa’uld.”
“Back up. You’re going too fast.”
“Okay. I’m working on a text written by some people, but I don’t think they’re from earth. That’s not important.”
Duncan dropped his fork. “Not important. What do you mean not important?”
“All that’s important is the information in the text.” Methos dropped his napkin on the table, glaring at MacLeod.
“But how do you know it isn’t some fake? People have been claiming extraterrestrial visits forever. If the text isn’t real, then why worry about it?” MacLeod asked as he tried to follow Methos’ explanation.
“The text has been carbon dated and other tests have been run to insure its authenticity. I never thought I would have to convince you that there is life outside our galaxy,” Methos sighed as he took a drink of his beer. “This text discussed ancient weapons that can be used to help defeat the Goa’uld. That is why the Air Force is so anxious to translate the text. If they have some super weapon, then they can hold it over their enemies. Unfortunately, they don’t know that the Goa’uld are real. By going to this city, they may encounter the Goa’uld and brand new sets of problems arise. We have to stop them.”
“Let me get this straight,” Duncan said as he took a drink of his beer. “There is a super weapon the U.S. Air Force wants, and your translation is going to find the location of the weapon,” he said as he took another bite of his chicken.
“Yeah,” Methos agreed. “But they don’t realize that by seeking this weapon, they will probably encounter the Goa’uld.”
“I thought you defeated the Goa’uld?”
Methos picked up his plate, taking it to the kitchen to dump the food. Grabbing another beer, he carefully twisted off top, letting it sit where it landed. “We really didn’t defeat them as much as they disappeared through the circle.”
“The circle? What circle?”
Duncan brought his plate to the kitchen as well, rinsing it, placing it in the dish rack.
Methos looked out the kitchen window, seeing his memories of the Goa’uld walking to the temple ceremony. “Remember the cover stone we saw in the museum? It was made to cover the circle. The circle is like a portal. That is where the Goa’uld came through and that is where they went when Pharaoh’s army defeated them. They went through the circle. The text I’m translating talks about the circle and how to use it.”
Seeing the tight shoulders and stiff back of his lover, Duncan went to the window, placing his hand on Methos’ shoulder. “Oh. But how can they still be alive? That was thousands of years ago?”
“When the symbiote tried to blend with me, it shared information. I’m not really sure how, but its as though it has the collective memory of its race imbedded in itself.” Relaxing under Duncan’s touch, he turned toward him, a small smile gracing his lips. “Anyway when it tried to blend with me, it shared its mind, its memories. It was thousands of years old and its host was dying. It needed a new body and I was it.” A shiver ran through him as he remembered the pain of the attempted joining. “It essentially never dies. So yes, I think the Goa’uld are still out there.”
Duncan shivered as he watched Methos. “So, what are you going to do? And where do I come into the picture?”
“That’s easy. We’ve got to convince Daniel that they should stop their search; it’s too dangerous.”
Duncan returned to the living area, sitting on the black leather couch. He motioned for Methos to join him. “And how do you propose to do this? Say by the way, Daniel one of those Goa’uld things tried to blend with me and they are really dangerous. Don’t do this.” Duncan said the sarcasm in his voice evident. “And just for discussion’s sake, how are you going to explain your knowledge of these things. After all, you are only 29 years old.”
“I thought I would tell them about my Immortality.”
Duncan turned abruptly, grabbing Methos by the shoulders, “Are you sure you’re not one of them? You have lost your mind if you think you can just go tell them about your Immortality. You’d be the next experiment of the government. I can’t let you do that.”
Laughing at Duncan’s outrage, Methos parroted, “You can’t let me do that. Since when have you become my keeper? I will do as I please, but I’m not asking for your permission. I trust Daniel and if they insist on going after this technology, then maybe we can help in the fight.”
Duncan looked at his lover; saw the concern in his face and the tension in his body. “I’ll think about it. Can we talk about this again in the morning? I’m really tired.”
“Fine, but remember, I will do as I want and I think that this is the only course of action.”
The two men went to bed although sleep was not the only thing on their agenda.
Duncan got up early, preparing for his morning run. “Wanna join me?” he asked his lover as he tied his shoe.
“Go away. I’m sleeping,” Methos mumbled, half asleep.
Leaning down toward the bed, Duncan kissed Methos on the cheek, bidding him goodbye.
Duncan enjoyed running in a new city. It gave him a chance to get a feel for the area and to scout local restaurants and shops that he might want to visit at a later time. As he warmed up, his mind focused on the task at hand, fine-tuning his body for any challenger that might cross his path. He remembered seeing a park about a mile away from Methos’ place and ran towards it. After the first few minutes, his body warmed up and his mind raced toward Methos’ revelation the night before.
Duncan knew Methos did not exaggerate, in fact he was more often known to down play the enemy’s strength. That Methos was determined to go after these Goa’uld must mean they were very evil. Methos’ decision to tell Daniel and Jack about his Immortality was so uncharacteristic of Methos and that frightened him. The one problem with all this talk was that there was no evidence that the Goa’uld were still alive. Methos had fought them thousands of years before, eventually helping Pharaoh Akhenaten and his army make them leave Egypt. These writing he was translating were ancient, but there was nothing that suggested the Goa’uld were still out there. MacLeod decided Methos was wrong; there was no threat, no reason to reveal their secret. Methos would finish the translation, return to New York and they would continue to hide their Immortality. Settling the issue, Duncan allowed his mind to enjoy the scenery. He saw several Thai restaurants and a bar/ restaurant named Jack Quinn’s. They served Irish food, looked inviting, and seemed like the type of place Joe would enjoy. Thoughts of his old friend brought a smile to his face, reminding him he needed to call his Watcher and update his whereabouts. He came to the end of the path in the park. The area had been filled with other joggers and some walkers as well. His body tired, he headed toward Methos’ apartment where he found his lover still sleeping in his bed.
Duncan stripped his clothing, turned on the shower, and then stepped in to the small space. After enjoying the warm pelting of the water on his tired muscles, he decided to wake up Methos and restart the weekend. He’d come to Colorado to be with his lover, not to contemplate evil aliens, ones that he doubted still existed.
After drying himself, he slowly crept to the bed where Methos slept soundly, his breath, a soft noise in the lightly lit room. Duncan leaned down to kiss his lover on the mouth, using his tongue to softly lick the pale lips. Methos lay quietly, pretending to sleep, enjoying the attention and ministrations of his lover. His body had other ideas and Duncan soon saw Methos’ morning erection pushing against the sheet. Duncan moved his lips down Methos’ chin, kissing and mouthing his throat and chest. He located his nipples, sucking them and nibbling them as well. Methos groaned in pleasure at the sensations.
“You’re awake,” Duncan commented as he returned to his caresses.
“Yes, nice of you to help me in that department,” Methos quipped. “I was having a rather nice dream until you came along.”
“Should I stop,” Duncan asked, feigning a contriteness he didn’t feel.
“No. You really should always start what you finished. Didn’t your mother teach you anything?”
“Don’t bring my mother into this. She was a blessed woman,” Duncan said.
“Do continue. It’s been awhile since I was woken up with your tongue,” Methos said as he gently pushed Mac’s head lower to his groin. “Now where were you? I know you don’t like to be interrupted when you work.”
Grinning, Duncan leaned down, slowly licking Methos’ hard cock. He sucked the purple glans while his hands gripped the shaft. With his other hand he gently massaged the perineum, occasionally stroking the balls. Methos ran his finger through Duncan’s hair, showing his appreciation of Duncan’s activities.
It had been a long month since the two men had been together, and Methos didn’t take a long time to reach orgasm. After recovering his energy, he pulled Duncan up from his cock, kissing his mouth, tasting his essence on MacLeod’s tongue. He reached down grabbing Duncan’s hard cock, playing with the shaft while running his fingers over the glans, using the moisture already leaking from the tip.
“I want you,” Duncan said, his voice smoldering with need.
Methos reached for the lube in his drawer, quickly preparing his lover.
“Now,” Duncan urged. “It’s been too long.”
Methos pushed one, then two fingers into Duncan, raising Duncan’s legs to rest over Methos’shoulders. Thrusting into Duncan, Methos smiled in contentment at the joining.
“Move. Now,” Duncan demanded.
Methos complied and the two men rocked in tandem, enjoying the joining of their bodies and their souls. Duncan’s eyes were closed as he concentrated on the exquisite pleasure his lover was bestowing on him. Methos looked at Duncan recognizing the facial features, signaling impending orgasm. Methos grabbed Duncan’s cock, stroking and pulling it. Duncan’s cum shot up, coating Methos’ fingers as Methos shot his warmth into Duncan’s ass. Lifting Duncan’s legs off his shoulders, Methos leaned forward, kissing and caressing Duncan.
“I love you. I missed you.”
“Mmm,” Duncan replied as he pulled the covers over the two of them. They rested for a while, enjoying the closeness that their lovemaking always brought.
Methos’ stomach rumbled.
“Hungry?” Duncan asked, knowing it was not his stomach that growled.
Looking at the clock, Methos noticed that it was past 11:00 am. “It’s almost noon, I think that is a reasonable time to get hungry. Besides, I was woken up by someone and then made to perform vigorous exercise.”
“Sorry. I thought you enjoyed it,” Duncan grinned as he saw the gleam in Methos’ eye. “Let’s get clean and go find some food. I was noticing the restaurants when I took my run this morning. You chose a nice neighborhood for once.”
“I’ll have you know that Adam Pierson has some money these days and even if he didn’t, the US government is paying him very well to do this little job,” Methos replied in defense of his location. “Speaking of which we should discuss our little revelation a little more. I want to be prepared when I tell Daniel. I haven’t exactly told anyone about Immortality in…” he frowned as he brought his finger up to his head. “Almost one hundred years. Guess I’m out of practice.”
Duncan stepped out of bed, moving to strip the sheets. Methos leaped out of bed when he saw Duncan’s intent, not wanting to be caught in the tangles.
“About that. I was thinking on my run this morning.”
Methos grabbed new sheets out of the drawer, assisting Duncan to put them on the bed. “You mean you can think in the morning. I can’t imagine thinking that early and exercising too.”
Duncan ignored Methos’ levity. “Stop. This isn’t funny. You don’t have to tell them anything. How do you know the Goa’uld are still alive? Just because they are seeking Altantis and the Goa’uld are mentioned, it doesn’t mean that they are still a threat.”
Methos went to Duncan, gently stroking his arm. Pulling him toward the bathroom, he turned on the shower, testing the water until the temperature was acceptable. He opened the shower curtain, motioning for Duncan to enter and then he joined him as he pulled the curtain closed. Kissing him softly on the lips, he turned Duncan toward the water, running his hands though his scalp as the water wet his hair.
“They’re alive. I’ve heard the personnel at the mountain talk about the snakes. They’ve got to be one and the same. I’m sorry to have to bring you into this mess. If you want to go home…” Methos poured some shampoo into his hand, and then massaged it into Duncan’s hair.
“You sure about that. I mean…” Duncan picked up the washcloth and soaped it up.
“I’m sure,” Methos answered, “ Now rinse and do me. I miss your hair washing technique.”
Duncan complied, washing Methos’ hair as requested. They soaped their own body as usual, kissing under the fall of the water. Methos pulled away from the kiss, turning off the water.
“As much as I would love round two, we have things to do,” he quipped as he stepped out of the shower.
Grabbing the towel from the rack, he handed it to Duncan, and then reached for his own towel to dry himself. They took care of their morning routine and dressed. They finished cleaning the room and tossed the sheets into the wash. Eating a quick breakfast of bagels and juice, they talked about the recent estate sale and Duncan’s trip.
“So.” Duncan began. “How we going to do this? Are you going to tell them now or wait until the weekend is over?” He asked as he recognized Methos’ avoidance tactics.
“There was a time that my ramblings would have caught you off guard. I’m guess I’m getting rusty,” Methos joked as he picked up the book from the coffee table and replaced it on the shelf.
“Methos,” Duncan said the name with a tinge of exacerbation. “I don’t know. I kind of think that my Methos reading skills are improving.” Duncan smiled as he clasped Methos on the shoulder. “Now, back to the question.”
Methos walked away from the friendly touch, pacing the room. “Good question. I always knew you were a bright boy. Did I ever tell you the story about….?”
“Nice try, Old Man, but we need to talk,” Duncan stated as he walked to Methos directing him to the couch with a gentle push. “Stop avoiding the subject. Talk to me,” he demanded.
“Well… I’m not even sure if I can talk to Daniel and Jack. They frequently go on these missions and are gone for a day or two. There is more to this military then they’ve told me.”
“Okay. So I think instead of us second-guessing their whereabouts, why don’t you just call and find out. It’s Saturday,” he said looking at his watch. “10:00 on a Saturday and I’m sure you’ll find they are awake. In fact they might have already been up and gone by this hour.”
“Sounds good. I guess waiting isn’t really an option. I just want to get this over with. I never did like going by the butcher. You know, lambs to the slaughter.” Methos joked as he looked at Duncan.
“I don’t agree with your plan, but I will support you. I promise you that you will not become the government’s latest voodoo doll.”
Continued in - IMMORTALITY