Ch. 2

Methos could see the change in Duncan's expression as he neared the opening of the alleyway. The sounds were muffled, but distinctive, and Methos bounced on his toes in anticipation as Duncan slowed to a stop and involuntarily glanced down the gap. He gave a small gasp and looked forward quickly, suddenly off-balance again.

"Everything ok, Mac?" Methos inquired with fake obliviousness. He shifted his face into a mask of concern?

"No… Yes… I just…," Macleod floundered for a moment. "Do you hear something?" He eyed Methos with suspicion.

Methos paused and cocked an ear in Duncan's direction. After a few seconds, he shook his head. "Do you hear something, Macleod?" He took a step towards the other man.

"No! No. I suppose not. Let's go." Duncan put out a hand to stop Methos from advancing. He tried to brush past him, but Methos quickly threw out his arm to halt him in his tracks.

"Now, wait, my friend. If you say you heard something, I believe you. Let's make sure it's not something that will get us killed." Methos headed back to the opening of the alleyway.

"Methos, wait!" Duncan stretched out to catch him, but it was too late. Methos had stopped abruptly and his mouth had formed a small 'O' upon the discovery of the sounds. He gave a sly look to Duncan. "So you did hear something, Mac. Why didn't you just say it was lovers in the night?"

"I dunno. I guess I thought it might have been-"

"Amanda!" Methos finished for him, feigning surprise. "Should have guessed, eh?" Duncan offered a faint, slightly nauseated smile. Methos replied with a low whistle. "Has that woman no shame?"

"Methos, this is not something we should be doing." Duncan shifted from one foot to the other. "Let's go."

"Don't misunderstand, Macleod. I'm not exactly prone to voyeurism, but she's out here for all the world to see. Currently, I find myself mesmerized." He turned his attention to the uneasy man at his side. "Care to have a look?" Methos inclined his head down the alley and his eyebrows rose in invitation.

"It's wrong!" Duncan insisted. He glanced around nervously. "Can we just go?"

Methos paid him no heed. Looking down the alley, he could see the outline of Amanda and her 'old friend,' locked in a passionate kiss, hands exploring wildly. The sounds that drifted to the entrance were becoming decidedly heated, and he took an experimental step into the alcove.

Duncan leapt at the bait, and bounded over. "Don't! Just leave it, Meth…" His voice trailed away as he caught his first glimpse of the fair immortal and her lover, staring fiercely into each other's eyes as their wandering hands began to dip into clothing. In between buttons, under hems, and down collars, Duncan found himself entranced, warring feelings of jealousy and excitement rooting him to the spot. He couldn't tear his eyes away if he'd tried.

Neither could Methos. He found himself intensely, unbelievably aroused.

By Duncan.

What had started off as an amusing night of distraction for him had abruptly turned into something much more… base. The transformation was surprising; he had not imagined ever being in this position with the Scot, although he would have been foolish to deny the man's physical attractiveness and general charisma. His gazed drifted to Duncan's strong hands, which were involuntarily clenching and unclenching, and he clenched his own fists in response. His eyes traveled the contours of the highlander's lean legs, and stopped briefly on his shapely derriere. He drew them quickly upward when he heard Duncan gasp, and peered over to see a flash of pale skin, and watched as the shoulder of Amanda's silken shirt slipped down to her elbow.

A strangled sigh escaped Duncan as he witnessed the lover seize Amanda's breast and swallow her taunt nipple. She threw her head back in silent ecstasy, and he felt his pants tighten considerably. This is wrong, this is wrong, we should go, was the litany in his head, but he could not find the strength to act on his intentions. He was lost in the ghostly sensations of being in the other man's position, feeling Amanda running her hands through his hair, lips brushing along his neck, nails dragging along his back. He licked his lips, swallowing heavily, and started at the unexpected puff of breath on his ear.

"Can you feel it, too, Macleod?" Methos whispered softly, breathily, urging him not to look away. "Can you picture yourself there, in the alley, pulling her legs around your waist, reaching under her skirt to feel her hot, damp, waiting for you?" Duncan shuddered violently and mouthed an answer that had no voice. The old man was on the verge of losing sensibilities, and giving in to this inexplicable surge of lust for his friend. He stole a furtive look at the couple ahead, flushing with warmth as Amanda slid the man's pants down to his knees and followed to rest on her own. He scanned the street around him, praying for no one to notice, and began to maneuver Duncan further into the side street. With a gentle push, he guided the spellbound immortal to brace against a stack of boxes neatly tucked behind a dumpster, conveniently shielding them from both passerby and the occupied pair ahead.

Duncan exhaled sharply as, almost in unison, Amanda slid the length of her partner's cock into her mouth and a firm, cool hand slid into his pants to wrap around his own fiery one. He felt a momentary tug as his button and fly were released, and forgot to breathe as the hand took advantage of the open space and began to stroke him in time with her ministrations. He felt himself leaking with his overwhelming arousal, and the hand quickly gathered the lubricant to simulate the moist cavern of Amanda's mouth. Duncan's brain must have stopped forming coherent thoughts, because all he could think was that he wanted to be in the exact same position as her companion, and he knew he wasn't alone. There was someone who could serve that purpose, even though he had never given thought to it before. With glazed eyes, he whipped his head around to pierce Methos with a look of unbridled passion.

Methos' hand stilled as he met the younger man's blazing stare. For half a heartbeat, he wondered if sanity was about to restore itself. He was nearly giddy with relief when Duncan shoved him against the boxes and pressed the length of his body against him. Through gritted teeth, Duncan ordered him to get down on his knees. With a wry grin, he pushed back with his body, just enough to create space to inch slowly down to the ground. The noises were muffled between the boxes and dumpster, but he was confident that the scene would play out parallel to whatever was going on at the end of the lane. He wasted little time, opening the pants further and easing the heavy manhood from the confines of his underwear. Taking a quick breath, he opened his mouth and coaxed the hard shaft down into his throat, stifling the gag reflex just enough to stay quiet. He felt the length twitch, and allowed his eyes to roll back into his head at the rush of desire that accompanied the movement. Methos set an unhurried pace, drawing the member in and out of his waiting mouth, and gave his tongue free reign to tease and please as it liked.

Duncan could barely keep his eyes open as he reveled in the sensations. The ghost of past encounters was far overshadowed by the intense heat and deft skill of the man below him. He shifted his interest almost completely from the activities ahead and drifted in the searing wetness of the former horseman's lips and tongue. The building rush of orgasm brought him out of his reverie, and he searched around wildly for a diversion. He settled back on Amanda and her companion, who also seemed to have reached his limit. He watched him grab her forcefully, and spin her around to pin her against the brick wall they had been leaning on earlier. Duncan could see the gleam of her feral smile as the man pushed her skirt above her hips and thrust his dripping cock in between her waiting legs. The sounds of her screams of pleasure were going to be his undoing.

Methos felt a hand in his short hair tighten and jerk his mouth away from its new toy brusquely. Dazed and fevered, he was hauled up to eye level and met with a scorching kiss. His brows flew into his hairline with surprise, and of their own accord his hands found themselves wound in the long silky locks of the Scotsman. Just as quickly as it started, Duncan broke the kiss and gave Methos a raw, searching, look. He met it with his own sizzling gaze and waited. He didn't wait long; Duncan spun him around to face the boxes and leaned in close to whisper heavily into his ear.

"I'm going to f*ck you until you can't sit down, old man."

Methos nearly choked on his own saliva. "You can try, boy scout." He brazenly pressed his ass back into the crotch behind him.

Duncan took a moment to grind their hips together before he roughly pushed the older man's pants down his legs, popping the button and separating the zipper in the process. He quelled any objections from his cohort by bending him forward and insinuating himself between the other immortal's thighs. He registered a soft groan at his dominance, and grinned wickedly before impaling the man, entering in one swift motion and feeling the light pop of flesh around him. He was granted a muffled yelp and proceeded to fulfill his own prophesy.

Methos was astounded with the part of his brain that was working. Duncan was not the aggressor, not the rough, dominating, stallion that was riding him to the brink of insanity. He knew there would be blood when it was over, knew that the highlander had it pegged and he would not be sitting down anytime soon. He could not have been more sexually wound up, and was near overload with desire. He was even shocked as he began to climax. Only 5000 years of self preservation helped him to keep silent as he came all over the boxes he was clinging to. Panting, he prayed fervently that he would not pass out only to be discovered by the exhibitionist duo that influenced this encounter in the first place. He noticed that Duncan had picked up the pace, and concentrated hard on not getting hard again, for situation's sake.

The tightening of the muscles under his hands was the only warning Duncan had before Methos saturated the makeshift wall in front of them. Driven insatiable with the sight and smell, his primitive urges took over and Duncan gave in to the throbbing need to claim. He'd never experienced anything like it, and he dimly hoped the other immortal would come out unscathed. With a few harsh breaths and a guttural sigh, he emptied himself inside the willing receptacle below him. Almost instantly, he remembered the reason they were in the alley in the first place and sunk down into the niche with closed lids, letting Methos trail after him.

A twinkling laugh captured both men's attention, and they stilled just before Amanda and her well satisfied accomplice strolled past their hiding place and out onto the street. Methos held his breath a second longer before expelling it in one long moment. Giving Duncan a sidelong look, he quickly put himself back together, pulling his jeans together as best he could and pulling his sweater down to cover the damage. The other man appeared to be deep in thought, and Methos thought it might be better to leave him that way. He had some things to sort out himself. Without a word, he stepped lightly out of the alcove and shoved his hands into his pockets, taking long strides and disappearing into the night.

Duncan was slow to open his eyes, and was puzzled to find that he was alone.