Warning: Slash, sexual situations, plot tweaking, completely uncannon pairing. This is just how I envisioned End of Innocence from Highlander Season 5 going. This series is tand alone but also the background for crossover I'm writing.
Disclaimer: All characters here in belong to either Rick Riordan or the creators, owners, and producers of Highlander. The only character I own is Kleo, who will only be menitoned and later on as it is.
A Bad Joke
Chapter 1 - End of Innocence Part 1
It was a horrendously bad joke, Carter admitted. But after a thousand years of winning, or having Haresh come to his aid, he'd forgotten how to check his attitude. Truthfully, Haresh rarely ever let him do any fighting; it had been fifty years since he'd taken a head. But what was he supposed to do, turn tail and flee an immortal that had barely scraped together two decades of age?
But even as he exited his truck, sword in hand, Carter wondered if he was making the right decision. There was a force eminating from the redhead, a power that rolled off him in waves. Carter looked up, into his eyes. They were filled with anger and hate and fear, painted a beautiful shade of blue. Carter couldn't think of the name for that particular shade of blue, but he was sure it was a separate color and refused to classify it under the broad umbrella-term of 'blue'.
"Is it worth losing your head over a bad joke?" he asked. "We don't have to do this."
"Yes we do!" Richie replied angrily, lunging forward swiftly and smoothly.
Carter found the anger in the redhead's voice and eyes to be disturbing, to say the least. He had no quarrel with this boy, yet he was determined that they would fight the death. Carter supposed it didn't really matter, since the boy would die of his own stupidity. He could hardly be faulted for defending himself, even against an opponent so obtusely green that he probably pissed grass.
But then he felt the first strike of the boy's sword. He parried it easily enough, told himself it was the speed of the blow that had thrown him off. After the next twenty blows that passed between them, he had to retract his previous thoughts on the boy, if he should even call him that. The redhead was fast, strong, and vicious. In almost a thousand tears of watching immortals fight, Carter had never seen someone put all of their strength in from the very beginning. He would have been impressed, if he hadn't had to admit at the same time that he was losing to the kid.
Carter brought his knee up hard into the redhead's abdomen. His opponent didn't falter for one minute, didn't even falter or drop his sword an inch from its target. Carter tried to loop his other arm around the kid's chest to form a hold, but he threw his weight backwards onto Carter and spun out of it.
Oh damn him, Carter thought, his attention now suddenly averted from the fight to his groin. It was a fault in even the best immortal, Haresh had taught him. They all got off on the battle to varying degrees, and Carter had forgotten about his predisposition to excitement during a fight. Now he was semi-hard and getting worse by the minute. And of course, just to complicate things for himself, Carter decided at that moment to notice how very perky the kid's rear was. Bloody brilliant, he thought to himself.
"What's this all about?" he demanded of the redhead. He searched desperately in his memory for the name he had been given not ten minutes ago back at that dingy bar. "I hope I would remember offending such a comely beau."
"Nothing personal leather boy." Richie answered. He had never paid too much attention in his English classes before he had dropped out, but he was pretty sure Blondie was hitting on him, and with come-ons of the archaic variety, as if to add injury to insult.
Carter lunged forward, taking advantage of the close proximately of the telephone pole. Such were the advantages of being in the middle of nowhere – no witnesses and various annoying obstacles to fight around.
Richie's eyes widened slightly as he felt the hard wood of the telephone pole pressing against his back. His anger spiked in that instant. He was getting sloppy, allowing himself to get distracted. If he continued on like this, it would be Mac all over again - and Joe wasn't here to save him this time. He winced as he felt Carter step forward and press his body to his. He felt trapped, and he was, between the unyielding pole and the firm body accompanied by brilliant grey eyes.
This is so not the time for this, he told his nether regions, Wait until later, when I'm not about to get killed!
He brought his sword up to strike. It was a desperate move, he would be the first to admit that, but it was better than losing his head. Carter blocked it, and they exchanged a few more blows, until Carter nudged his shoulder into the sensitive space under Richie's arm. He stopped short of disarming him, but he had effectively pinned Richie's sword arm by the sensitive pressure point in the shoulder.
"Well," Richie demanded, "What the hell are you waiting for? Finish it."
Carter flashed him a brilliant smile. Then he leaned in close, pressing against every inch of Richie's chest with his own. He moved his left leg in between Richie's thighs, and thrust his hips forward ever so slightly. Then he skimmed his slips over the bottom of the other man's ear, not giving way even a fraction of an inch as Richie tensed.
"I think we can think of something far more interesting to do, don't you?" Carter asked. Richie was taken aback, very taken aback.
"I did just pick a fight with you, you realize." He countered. He couldn't do this, not with a guy. It had been years, and it hadn't been at all enjoyable the last time. Well, the sex had been good, but all three of his buddies had ended up dead by Martin Hyde's sword. The experience was not on his 'repeat' list. Carter flashed him another shit-eating grin.
"We'll call it a draw." Carter replied. "You're not gonna stand me up are you?"
Carter rolled his hips into Richie's and watched the younger immortal squirm. He kept his lips curved into a smile as he trailed the downwards to the fluttering pulse just beneath the delicate skin of the redhead's neck. He ran his tongue out for a fraction of a second, and his smile widened even further when he registered the jerk in the other man's muscles.
"Your place or mine love?" he asked.
"Crappy rooming house down on South and Pine okay with you?" It wasn't like this would go anywhere, so why not? It beat losing his head, and he'd done the same deed for less when he was younger, back when he was on the street.
"Perfect." Carter said, "My teacher would never be caught dead there. He won't follow us there." He didn't fail to notice how Richie tensed at the word 'teacher'.
He released the other immortal, and turned around. He got back into his truck and scribbled a note for Haresh to find when he eventually tracked him to that ghastly tavern and then to the sand lot they were now leaving. The blonde tossed the folded up yellow paper to the ground, and leaned out his window to call to Richie.
"After you! And don't try to lose me – I'm very persistent!" he called to the other immortal, who was about to put on his helmet.
It was Richie's turn to grin now. Carter felt his hearth throw in an irregular beat when he saw it. But even from twenty feet away he could see that it didn't touch those blue eyes. That was going to change, Carter decided.
Richie unlocked the door with surprising speed. He stepped back, holding it open for Carter, who gave a gracious flourish with his hand as he stepped over the threshold. He didn't waste any time taking in the sloppily-built room with its crooked ceiling, devastated window sealing and creaky floor boards. He took a few stepped into the room and waited for Richie to close the door. As soon as the redhead turned, he shoved him up against the door unceremoniously.
Carter attacked Richie's lips with a gentle ferociousness, at the same time he pushed Richie's jacket off his shoulders. The leather garment fell to the floor in a crumpled heap near enough to Richie's feet to trip him up.
"You don't waste any time do you?" Richie asked in between small chaste kisses to the lips as Carter set about vesting him of his shirt.
"The faster I get you naked, the longer I can make you scream; simple logic love." Carter replied as he finally triumphed over the white cotton shirt. He pulled it upward, forcing Richie to raise his arms above his head to allow Carter to rip the shirt off and toss it to the floor somewhere off to the side. Richie smirked.
"How do you know I'm a screamer?" he asked teasingly as he began unbuttoning Carter's leather vest.
The other man leaned in close and dropped his hands to grip the firm flesh of Richie's rear. He picked him up and locked their lips together as he carried Richie the small distance between the front door and the bed. He bent over at the hips to lower them onto the cheap mattress and the coarse and disheveled sheets. He broke the kiss to allow the younger immortal a small reprieve to take in oxygen while he set about taking his own shirt off.
"You will be when you're with me." He said before swooping in for another kiss.
Richie sat up and stretched his hands out to the fly of Carter's leather jeans. He had his thumb and forefinger on the zipper when Carter grabbed his wrists and pushed him back down onto the bed. The blonde busied himself with undoing the younger man's jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers just enough to let his erection spring free of the confines of his clothing.
"Let's get warmed up." Carter whispered huskily as he wrapped a hand around Richie's manhood. He slid his hand up and down the length of the shaft in a tight grip, occasionally digging his thumb into the tiny crevice on the head. He smeared the beads of pre-cum that began to appear form the slit around the head, but all the while kept his eyes on Richie's face.
He kept his eyes open, but his throat was exposed due to how far backwards he craned his neck as Carter continued jerking him. The redhead panted and groaned, but never moaned or spoke words to him. Carter frowned; that wouldn't do. He suddenly tightened his grip on the sensitive organ pulsating in his hand.
"Like that?" he asked in a whisper. Richie let out an exasperated breath and turned his eyes back to the blonde.
"C'mon." He said quietly, not quite pleading but certainly not demanding.
"Ask." Carter commanded.
Richie screwed his eyes shut and caught his breath. When he opened them, they were focused on Carter his a hard passion.
"Finish damn it!" he ordered. Carter smirked. He knew it was fake bravado and force in the voice. It was what anyone would expect from a hotheaded immortal travelling across the country taking heads, and that was why he used it.
"That'll do for now."
Then he took the hard cock back in his tight grip and began his ministrations again. This time he was faster, and he could feel the organ growing heavier and heavier. Just as Richie neared the brink of orgasm, he wrapped his other hand in the younger man's hair and pulled his head forward.
"Look at me." Carter said. "I want to see your eyes when you come."
He allowed himself a very small inward whoop of triumph when a faint pink tinge entered Richie's cheeks. The redhead focused his eyes on Carter's though, probably out of stubbornness. Richie had to admit that there was something about those stormy grey eyes though, that made his orgasm so much more powerful than he ever remembered it being.
Richie lay back on the bed, panting and sweaty as he watched Carter take each of his own digits into his mouth one at a time, cleaning his semen off with his tongue. Carter kept eye contact with him the entire time, and when he was done, he leaned forward and pressed his tongue through Richie's slightly-parted lips.
"You taste so sweet," he said after he pulled back to straddle Richie's lap. "Like a woman really."
Now there was no denying the surge of pink into the younger immortal's cheeks as he processed that statement. He feigned anger anyway, hoping that would be a good enough excuse to offer for the reaction. He didn't blush damn it!
"Fuck you leather boy!" he hissed.
Carter's eyebrows flew upwards as his lips spread into a wide smile. He raked his fingernails down Richie's taught abdomen, and relished the hiss the other man made as he did it. Then he ran the back of his fingers over the smooth and flaccid skin of Richie's erection.
"Have no doubt Richie, I plan to. Thoroughly."
Then he took Richie's hands in his own and guided them to rest on the tops of his thighs, still clad in his leather pants. He spread the redhead's hands out on each thigh, pushing them into the material of his pants. Then he rubbed the other man's hands up and down his legs, looking into his eyes as he spoke.
"It's a bygone fashion," he said, "but I think it suits." With this he guided Richie's hands to rest on the cusp of his thighs, a fraction an inch on either side away from the rather large bulge in his pants.
"You like?"
Not sure if Carter was referring to the pants or the bulge, but knowing his answer either way, Richie moved his hands to the fly of the pants. This time he succeeded in undoing the button and fly without being stopped by the blonde. He peeled the pants down just enough to allow the other immortal's sizable manhood to pop out of the confines of the leather, unhindered by any underwear.
"My turn now." Richie said as he propped himself up just enough to let the cock hover even with his face. "And I'll do you one better." He added before lashing out with tongue to strike the head.
Carter groaned. He wasn't used to this, not since whorehouses were outlawed in this country. But damn, he thought, he's even better than that English lord's daughter I had back in 1483.
Richie sucked at the cock almost hungrily, never pulling back to breathe or re-adjust the length to fit it down his throat more comfortably. He kept eye contact with Carter too, which somehow made the other immortal want to turn him over and pound into him even more than he already had. Richie felt like he had a tiny amount of power as he watched Carter's eyes flutter open and then close while he panted.
"You look so innocent with those big blue eyes," Carter said as he shifted his hips forward. He began to thrust urgently into Richie's mouth, and the other immortal brought one hand up wrap it around his waist. "And your mouth latched around my cock like a babe to a tit."
His breath caught in his throat, and Carter moaned loudly. He continued thrusting into the redhead's mouth as cum issued from his cock, spilling from him in a torrent and filling Richie's mouth. He pulled the younger man up, encircling him in his arms and pulling him in for a rough and sloppy kiss.
"Who's the screamer again?" Richie asked teasingly.
Carter delivered a hard and swift swat to his ass before he answered. Richie moaned then and low sound originating from somewhere deep in his chest that hadn't been touched for years.
"Oh, I've got time yet love. Be patient, I'll have you screaming as soon as my cock stops twitching. You dirty little thing."
"You're welcome." Richie answered smugly and they kissed once more.
Carter pushed him back onto the mattress. Richie laid back, tense with anticipation and arousal as the other immortal practically ripped his jeans off, along with his own leather pants. The blonde tossed both garments somewhere out of the way and then pressed his lips to Richie's collarbone, then his jaw, and finally his lips.
Carter aligned himself with Richie, making sure to grasp his thighs in a light grip. He took in a deep breath and looked down at the other immortal.
"You remember what to scream right?" He asked with a brilliant smirk.
Then, while Richie laughed, he thrust into him. The smile turned to a pained grimace, and then that expression faded. Richie's face smoothed, and he opened his eyes to focus them on Carter's
"Go ahead."
"Just relax love; I'll make it good for you." Carter leaned up for a quick kiss, and began to move.
After a few moments to adjust to the sensation of something so firm and large moving inside him, after so many years and a lifetime of horrible association, Richie found himself thrusting upwards in time with Carter's thrusts, trying to meet them. The burning sensation had faded, and he realized that he was moaning very quietly.
"You like that?" Carter asked him. He gave an incoherent response somewhere between a moan and contented sigh.
Carter threw his head back just a little and laughed. Then he leaned in for another kiss, longer and deeper this time, and quickened his pace. The blonde reached a hand around Richie's legs and grasped his erection, which had returned with a vengeance.
Soon Richie was completely lost to all knowledge and sensation outside of the shabby room. His mind kept shrinking until all he could contemplate was the rhythm of Carter's hips and the pounding of his heart, beating in his ribcage. He wrapped his legs around Carter's waist and squeezed, until the other immortal grabbed him by the backs of his knees and lifted them onto his shoulders.
"Yes!" he exclaimed, not sure who he was talking to.
He felt something hot and sticky flood his insides, but neither immortal stopped. Carter's thrusts grew deeper, and his pace quickened even more. Richie contracted his internal muscles, and Carter moaned loudly.
He flashed Richie another breath-taking smile, and manipulated his legs again. Now there was practically nothing between them. Carter displaced his weight between his own knees and the backs of Richie's thighs. The redheaded immortal could feel the pressure of Carter's nails digging into the meat of his thigh.
Richie could feel the next orgasm coming on, his second of the last ten minutes. He felt the coil that had formed in his abdomen compressing, waiting to burst. He threw his head back into the pillow; his eyes were shut tightly.
"Carter!" he screamed as he was flooded again.
He felt his own orgasm splatter his chest. The sticky fluid cooled stuck to his chest as he caught his breath. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw Carter. He was lying on his side, his head propped up on his elbow, and he was staring at Richie.
"You ready for a shower, love?" Carter asked softly, punctuating his words with brief kisses to Richie's lips.
"Do I have to move?" he whined.
"If you lay here naked any longer, I might not be able to resist another round." Carter teased.
He leaned forward and latched onto Richie's nipple. He swirled his tongue around the hardening bud for a moment, and then pulled back. He kissed Richie one more time, and then pulled him up from the bed.
"C'mon." he said as he led Richie by the hand to the small bathroom. "We can warm up for round three." He added.
"I think we just trashed that bed. It might not be able to take another round." Richie joked as he bent over to turn the faucet on. Carter took the opportunity to grope his ass.
"That's why we'll be heading for my place once we get out of the shower." Carter finished.
Richie gave him a look, "You don't know what you're getting into." Carter pushed him into the shower, forcing him under the spray while he reached for a washcloth.
"I'm not one for one-night stands. Perhaps I should have told you that, but either way, you're stuck with me love."
Richie hummed, and leaned back into the firm body. Today was off to a good start, he thought. If it could keep this up for the rest of it, he might just stop in at Joes for a beer and a chat. He was in a good mood for once, and he couldn't honestly remember the last time he'd been in a good mood before then. Maybe the months of travel and challenges and death and nightmares were over, he hoped.
