Drunken Fool Chapter 2, a highlander fanfic

Author's Note: Thanks to those who left me wonderful reviews! :)

Warning: This chapter will contain a detailed spanking scene of a teenager.

Chapter Two

"Richie!" Duncan bent down to check the boy to make sure he was not injured in anyway. He noticed that the boy was just covered in wet mud and the smell that came off the teen was of strong alcohol, Duncan was not to happy with the teenager that moment. He pulled the kid to his feet and was not one bit surprised to see the kid stumbleing around.

"Hey Ma-c!" The teen giggled as he stumbled right into the Immortal's broad chest. Duncan picked the boy up into his arms as he was an overgrown baby and stormed infuriated up the stairs. Tessa was waiting nervously in the living room when Duncan entered with Richie up in his arms.

"What happened? Is he okay?" Tessa rushed toward her lover as he held the boy she had grown to love as if he was her very own.

"He's fine, just very drunk and filthy."

"Oh Mac, what are we going to do with him, he has gone too far!"

"Right now I am going to get him cleaned up and put him to bed then in the morning we will figure all this out and have a long discussion with him on what we expect from him and how there are consequences to his actions and he is going to feel a big consequence for his stunt tonight after I spank him tomorrow, I am going to make sure he learns from this."

Richie laughed as if Duncan said a joke while Duncan looked down grimly at him then looked at Tessa.

"Please make him some tea love." Tessa nodded and went to the kitchen to do just that as Duncan took the teen to his bathroom and sat him onto the toilet while he started a bath for the teen.

As the tub filled with water Duncan started the task of undressing the teen.

"What-cha doing Ma-c?"

"I'm going to take you a bath."

"Noo I don't wa-na."

Duncan ignored him and continued to peel off his shirt then he removed the boy's shoes and socks, he then went to unfasten the boy's pants and Richie sloppily tried to stop him.

"Stoop!"

"Sorry Tough Guy but you are filthy, you need to get cleaned up and you can't do it on your own right now."

The Immortal continued to unfasten the teen's jean and started to drag them down his legs. Once he was able to get Richie's jeans completely off he checked the water level in the tub then turned off the water. Duncan helped the boy stand up onto his feet then swiftly pulled down Richie's yellow boxers and lifted teen up in his arms and sat him in the tub.

Richie started to fell queasy from the sudden movement and leaned forward and almost threw up all over Duncan but the Immortal was fast enough to dodge the vomit of alchohol. Duncan grabbed a towel and cleaned up the boy's vomit agitatedly.

Even in his drunken state the teen was clearly embarrassed as he sat in the tub nude while Duncan lathered up a wash cloth with soap and started the task of bathing him as if he was a small child.

Once Duncan was satisfied the teen was all clean he lifted him up and wrapped him up in a large blue towel then scoped him up into his arms.

Duncan entered Richie's room with the teen cocooned in a towel on the verge of sleep up in his arms. Tessa was waiting in the room with a large cup of tea in her hands.

Duncan had Tessa prop the teen's pillow up against the head board of the bed so he could lay the drunk teen down in a slightly sitting position on the bed. Duncan accepted the cup of tea from Tessa and brought it to the teen and with great patience he got the teen to sip it down.

"You can go on to bed; I'm going to stay with him tonight." Duncan pulled a chair from the boy's desk and sat by Richie's bed to watch him through the night.

Tessa smiled at her lover before she left the teen's bedroom but then returned minute's later holding up one of Duncan's old nightshirts. "I think if he wakes in this it would surly teach him not to get so drunk again." She lightly laughed.

Duncan smiled at her." Hey I like my nightshirt, it's quite comfortable."

"Let's see how well Richie likes it." She said as she handed the garment to her lover and bent down to give him a good night kiss. "Good night."

She then gave the drunk teen a gentle kiss on his cheek before departing from the bedroom. Tessa clearly hated seeing the teen in such a drunken state, she was happy to let Duncan handle taking care of the kid.

Duncan dressed the teen in his nightshirt then sat quietly through the still night, he wondered whether he had not been clear and firm enough with Richie about the destructive and harmful risks associated with alcohol. He thought so, but couldn't understand how the young man could put so much in jeopardy by going out and drinking like that. Something this foolish could be fatal, he thought to himself.

A couple of times in the night/early morning Duncan got up and poured another cup of tea and had the teen sip down the warm brew.

Six hours later Richie began to move and moan. Duncan saw that as a good sign. He brought another cup of tea to Richie and insisted he drink it all down.

"I gotta peee!" Richie moaned.

Duncan gathered the teen up into his arms and hurriedly carried him into the bathroom; he pulled up the nightgown from the back as he sat the boy onto the toilet.

Richie pissed a long steady seemingly unending stream. When Richie had finished, Duncan lifted him up off the toilet seat then carried him back to deposit him in his bed.

Richie wanted to sleep more but before Duncan would let him he was forced to tea the rest of the tea down. Once Richie finished the tea he drifted off to sleep in seconds. Duncan faintly smiled as watched the boy sleep; he thought the kid did look adorable in his white nightshirt.

A couple of hours later Duncan watched as Richie groaned and lifted his head to look around in a daze. "How did I get here?" He muttered, he started to sit up but he quickly laid himself back down onto his side clasping at his head from the severe pounding that was going on in his head.

"Good afternoon Richie!" Duncan smiled non-sympathetically knowing the kid must have a hang over from hell.

Richie moaned in pain at Duncan's tone. "Let me die in peace." The teen begged.

"You're not going to die Tough Guy." Duncan lightly patted the boy's side.

"It feels like it." Richie moaned and whined in pain.

"Do you need the bathroom?"

Richie nodded his head affirmatively.

Duncan wasted no time in waiting on the teen to get up, he scooped the boy up into his arms and carried him to the bathroom once again and sat him on the toilet as he pulled the nightshirt up from the backside.

Richie looked down at his attire for the first time and looked appalled.

"Why the hell am I wearing a dress?"

"It's not a dress, it's a nightshirt."

"I don't care what the fuck it is I-"

"You better watch that mouth Tough Guy, you are already in enough trouble as it is." Duncan chided firmly.

Tessa appeared at the doorway of the bathroom. "How is he doing?"

"Can't I have some privacy?"

"No!" Both Duncan and Tessa both responded.

Duncan turned to the teen. "Are you done?" Once the teen nodded his head yes Duncan picked him up and carried him back to his bed.

"I can walk ya know, you don't have to carry me like I'm some baby!"

Duncan did not even bother to respond to the boy; he simply tucked the teen back in bed and exited the room as Richie lay in his bed in complete misery, his head felt as if it was going to explode from all the pain.

Duncan went to the kitchen and prepared an omelet for the teen to eat and also filled a glass of water and got two pills of aspirin out of a bottle and set them on the tray too.

Tessa walked into the kitchen and helped Duncan take glass of water while he carried the tray. The couple entered Richie's bedroom and saw the teen laid up on his side holding the sides of his head in pain.

Duncan placed the tray on the boy's nightstand; he grabbed the two pills from the tray and held them out to the teen.

"Here Tough Guy take these." The teen held out his hand and Duncan handed them to him as Tessa handed the teen the glass of water as well.

Richie eagerly swallowed the pills and gulped down most of the water.

"I am going to head out now for a meeting; I'll be back before dinner." Tessa leaned in and gave the teen a gentle peck on the cheek then gave Duncan a sweet kiss on his lips before she was off.

Duncan then placed the tray that contained a plate with an omelet over the teen's lap.

"Eat up."

Richie looked down at the food in disgust; he really did not want to eat at all yet, his stomach still felt at odds with him.

"Mac, I'm not hungry."

"Try you need to eat."

"I can't-"

"Either you eat it or I'll feed it to you your choice." Both Duncan's tone and stern frown convinced Richie to take a bite and start eating the omelet unwillingly.

Richie was able to eat half the omelet before he glanced up pleadingly at Duncan.

"I really can't no more Mac, please." He begged.

"Okay, that's good enough." Duncan picked up the tray.

"Get some more rest." Duncan ordered as he left to take the tray and empty glass to the kitchen.

Richie shut his eyes and welcomed sleep, he still pretty felt weak and did not want to move much.

Duncan let Richie sleep for another two hours before he went to wake the teen.

Duncan sat on the armless wooden desk chair next to Richie's bed and watched Richie sleep for a few minutes before he decided to wake him, he was not looking forward to what he was about to do but knew it was necessary.

Richie twisted and moaned around on his bed, he regretted drinking so much; he never had gotten so drunk before that he could not even remember most of the night's events. It really scared him not knowing everything that happened the night before.

"I'm never going to drink again." Richie muttered with his eyes still closed.

"You better not if you know what's good for you." Duncan spoke sternly.

Richie's eyes flew open and he looked over at the Immortal wide eyed, he didn't expect Duncan to be sitting by his bed, and by the look on the older man's face he knew he was in deep trouble.

"Hey Mac...How's it going?"

"Not so good, I spent the whole night looking after a very drunk kid who is about to learn a big lesson today; get up."

Richie warily looked at Duncan and slowly started to get up from the bed.

"Look Mac, I'm sorry alright-"

"You went too far Tough Guy." Duncan stood up and reached forward at Richie and easily picked the teen up then sat back down and deposited the teen to lie face down over his knees, Richie's arms reached out for support as he was deposited face down over a pair of hard thighs.

Duncan waited no time and swiftly drew up the nightshirt over the teen's pale white bottom causing it to gather around the Richie's shoulders.

"Noo! Lemme up!" Richie tried to get up from his very embarrassing position with no luck.

Ignoring Richie's protests, Duncan raised his hard hand up high and had it crash down forcefully on the teen's bare bottom, leaving visible a pink hand print.

SWAT!

"Oww!"

"You better not drink another drop of alcohol until you reach your twenty- first birthday or you will find yourself bent over my knees getting a very sound spanking! Do you understand me?"

"Lemme up! You can't do this!" Richie was horribly embarrassed of the position he found himself in being bent over half naked for a spanking.

Duncan rained down more forceful swats.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"Stop it! Lemme up!"

If Duncan heard Richie he didn't let it be known he simply continued to spank the teen's upturned butt soundly.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

The spanking was really starting to sting Richie but he didn't want to cry out like a little kid, he needed to prove to Mac that he was too old to be spanked, so he did his best to contain all the cries of pain that were caught in his throat.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

Duncan was surprised with the kid's reaction to the spanking so he turned it up another notch and increased his force and speed in every swat.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

The burn on his bottom became too much for Richie, he couldn't hold back his cries any longer.