Duncan was sitting beside Methos on the bed, still compulsively stroking the young man's hair, when Methos drew breath again. Connor had helped Duncan wash Methos' body and tuck him into Duncan's own bed. The younger Highlander had wanted Methos to be comfortable at least when the young man woke to immortality.
As soon as Methos gasped in his first breath, he shot up, flailing frantically in his efforts to get away. Duncan had to hold the young man down with his greater weight as he called Methos' named and told the panicked man that he was safe.
Methos was baffled. As he looked up into Duncan's concerned dark eyes, Methos stilled his movements, suddenly becoming aware of his surroundings. He had been in the woods, hadn't he? Had it all been a dream? Was he dead?
Duncan saw and understood the confusion that filled Methos' again golden eyes. "I can explain, I'll explain everything…"
It took a long time to explain it all. Connor left his cousin to the unenviable task, and going to tell the housekeeper that the two men would not be down to dinner, but that something should be sent up later. Connor sat at a quiet dinner table with the Watcher, Dawson. The mortal was obviously anxious about the situation, feeling responsible for Methos and worrying about the young man's chances in the Game.
Methos was sitting up in bed, staring at his now healed hand in astonishment. Despite Duncan's protestations, he had needed to cut his hand, to see his own flesh healing.
"So I could live forever or someone could kill me tomorrow?"
Duncan was miserable as he nodded yes. How could he have let this happen? He was supposed to protect Methos, but he hadn't managed to keep the young man safe for more than one day! He wouldn't be surprised if Methos refused to speak to him ever again.
Methos smiled. No matter how long he had left, he knew how he wanted to spend it. He reached out a hand to stroke cautiously down Duncan's cheek and then leaned in for a gentle kiss.
Startled, Duncan pulled away from the kiss immediately. "You're upset, you don't…"
Methos didn't remove his hand from the other man's cheek. How could he put into words what he felt, what he wanted? "Out there, when I thought…Duncan, I want to be with you, please, don't send me away."
Duncan looked into earnest and distraught green eyes and knew he could refuse Methos nothing. God help him, but he just didn't have the strength to say no, even if Methos would regret this later.
Reaching up his own hands to cradle the younger man's face, Duncan kissed first the younger man's forehead and then Methos' lips. His kiss was demanding, but Methos opened his lips immediately, granting him entry. His hands skimmed down the long, elegant neck and down to Methos' chest. He found the nipples there and began teasing them with his fingers, lightly scratching them, and then gently tugging them between his thumb and forefinger.
Methos' body jerked involuntarily as the sensation seemed to jolt straight to his groin. His hips rocked forward seeking friction.
Duncan smiled and moved his hands to Methos' back, laying the smaller man back down on the bed. Slowly, he pulled the sheets away, unveiling his soon to be lover's body inch by tantalizing inch.
Quickly, Duncan removed his own clothes, his eyes never leaving his soon to be lover. Methos' own gaze was just as avid, staring openly at the dusky skin, his gaze lingering on Duncan's erect cock. He had never seen another man naked before, but he wasn't scared, he was excited.
Duncan lay carefully down on the bed next to Methos. First his hand explored the lean hairless chest, followed by his lips as he covered Methos with his own body. He knew his hands were gripping Methos too roughly, his kisses were too forceful, but he couldn't stop himself, not while hearing Methos' moans and pants, feeling the body under him straining upwards, seeking more. Methos was so responsive.
The older immortal wanted to mark his lover, even knowing that the marks would fade all too soon. Duncan wanted to be Methos' first and his only, the only one who would ever touch the young man like this.
Methos whole body arched as the wet heat of Duncan's mouth engulfed his sex. He had never felt anything like this before. The younger man felt like he was drowning in sensation, his every muscle stretched taut, waiting to snap…and then he came with a cry, with Duncan's name on his lips.
But Duncan didn't stop. Methos' head tossed on the pillow as the older man nuzzled the fine hairs at his groin. Panting, he reached down a hand, long fingers burying themselves in Duncan's hair.
Methos felt his lover smile against his inner thigh and he smiled himself. He smiled until he felt a teasing touch against his entrance that caused him to gasp involuntarily. By instinct, Methos drew his legs towards his chest, holding himself open to the Highlander.
Duncan was amazed and touched at the trust the young man was showing him, this young man who had had no one to trust, no one to turn to in ten long years, who had his childish innocence ripped away, his belief in the fairy tale ending. But Methos was reaching out to him, opening up to him and Duncan wanted so much to be worthy.
Reaching over to the bedside table, the Scotsman retrieved a small, green vial. Methos watched in confusion as Duncan poured the contents on his fingers, but then those fingers were back on his anus. One slipped in.
Methos didn't know what to do. Instinctually, he thought to push the invader out, but emotionally he wanted to take all of Duncan in. The other man rotated the finger, pulling it out and pushing it back in a little father each time.
And then the finger touched something inside, something that caused him to jerk hard and caused fiery sparks of pleasure to burn through his whole body.
Duncan stretched his lover carefully, thoroughly, making sure to touch the man's prostate every so often. He wanted so badly to be inside the other man but he wanted it to be good for Methos too. Pulling out his fingers, he kissed the younger immortal as he placed his own sex at Methos' entrance.
"Duncan?" Methos felt slightly nervous, he had never done anything like this. He wanted to trust Duncan, but he wasn't sure that the other man's thick member would fit there.
"God, I want to make love to you, be inside you." Methos nodded before Duncan had even finished speaking, he wanted that too.
"Shh, just relax, that's it." Duncan murmured as he pushed inside slowly. "Unh, you feel amazing, Methos."
Methos nodded, unable to speak, Duncan's words as much a caress to his senses as everything else that the older man had been doing. He wrapped his legs around the brawnier Highlander, pulling the older man deeper in. It burned, but the young man was used to pain, what he couldn't get enough of was this feeling of being connected, of being loved.
Duncan rolled his hips forward, putting pressure on Methos' prostate again, reviving his partner's flagging erection. His thrusts were slow and deep, bringing them both to the edge quickly. He held off his own completion, reaching between their bodies to grasp Methos' cock, stroking it in time, and bringing the other man to climax with a final twist of his hand.
Methos clung to his lover as he felt the thrust become erratic, watching Duncan's face as it contorted in pleasure. He felt strangely proud.
Fear crept into Methos' world again then. He didn't want this feeling to end, he didn't want Duncan to let him go.
But just as in everything else, Duncan noticed his lover's apprehension. He wrapped up the smaller man in his arms before withdrawing his softening cock and then maneuvered them so that he was lying on his back with Methos lying on his chest. Duncan was fairly sure he felt the younger man smile before he fell asleep.