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Quest, Reversal In Time

by

Frances Rolfe

Rating: NC-17, Slash, m/m, lots of love scenes and lang

Key: ****** Scene change,
Italics Thoughts

Summary: Duncan and Methos turn their sights and steps toward Mesa Verde.

Disclaimer: HL and company are property of Panzer/Davis.

Chapter 15

Eye of a Hurricane

Despite the rigors of the only means of travel in the twelfth century, that is walking, Duncan held his own following Methos on the trail back to Mesa Verde, considering he'd been carried over half the distance on the trek to Tula. The first few days had been ones of traveling as fast as they could and placing as much distance as possible between themselves and Quetzalomeyocan. There was no doubt as to whether the Toltec Immortal would follow them. The question was when. Methos estimated they had a week or two at the most before the Priest could finish his duties for the Sacrificial Feast and be on their trail.

The Immortals found a shallow cave and stopped for the night. Duncan managed to snare a rabbit which Methos then roasted on all all fire. For a while, the two ate in companionable silence, but MacLeod finally asked the question he'd pondered ever since leaving Toltec cityhy dhy did you come with me, Methos?"

The ancient didn't answer for a few moments, as if considering what he'd say. Then his slender lips quirked in that peculiar half lift Duncan had seen so many times. "It was time to move on."

Duncan tossed a leftover bone he'd been eating into the fire and licked his fingers. He added another piece of kindling to the small fire with a breathtaking smile on his face. "Is that the only reason or is it that I'm a good fuck?"

Methos grinned, "Yes, you are."

They exchanged chuckles, but then the elder Immortal became serious. "Duncan, I quite honestly do not know what to make of you. You act as if we're old friends, but I would know if I'd seen you before. Believe me."

MacLeod blushed and started poking the small fire with a stick.

Methos went on. "There is something you are not telling me. I haven't the faintest idea what it is, but I also know you'll tell me when you're ready."

The lean, sun-bronzed Immortal effortlessly lifted himself up from where he sat and walked around the fire to MacLeod's side. He held out a hand and Duncan took it without thinking, allowing himself to be helped to his feet. Methos clasped Duncan's shoulders and stole a lingering kiss, finishing it by biting the lower lip. The Scot instinctively listed into Methos' warm embrace and pressed his seminude body to his friend, this stranger. Methos' hands then traced circles on the Highlander's bare back, dipping his digits down to the edge of his crack as he did so. Duncan trembled and pushed himself even further into Methos' hug.

The older Immortal took a deep breath and stepped back to rest his forearms on his lover's shoulders. "There is one thing I must know before we go any further," he murmured.

"What?"

"You have changed, just in the past few days. Was it Quetzalomeyocan's raping you or was it something else?"

Duncan dropped his chin, his hair now draping over his face. "In a way, yes, but not what you think."

Methos lowered himself to the ground and rested his weight on his right elbow. MacLeod followed him and stretched out on his back beside him.

Only when the ancient began playing with the Scot's curls of chest hair did Mac continue. "The Toltec made me realize two things: one, that what happened to me in the past was over; I couldn't change it. I had to go forward."

"And the second?"

Duncan snaked his hand beneath Methos' long hair and drew him down until his angular face nearnear his. "The second was that I love you very much, and I want to spend the rest of our very long lives together."

Their lips fused and it was as if the heavens had opened up and released wave after wave of ecstasy, just for their benefits. Their chests and hips met and their long legs entwined. Their bodies' swords battled each other for domination, while their arms and hands couldn't seem to cover enough territory. It was time to truly share their cocks. Duncan switched ends and swallowed Methos' in his fng mng mouth, all the while pulling the ancient's hips closer to him.

Methos consumed the Scot's rod and began masterfully tonguing and nibbling it up and down its huge length. For several moments, the two Immortals concentraonlyonly upon pleasing their lover and bringing them to fruition. So, it wasn't a surprise when the two of them came simultaneously, each one swallowing the other's thick, white contents.

Only much later when Duncan had flopped over onto his back and bent his knee, did something occur to him. "You know, old man, you never really answered my question," he raggedly observed.

The ancient wriggled until he lay on his side facing the younger man, a smile of sheer relish upon his face. "No, no, I didn't. The main reason I came with you was that I, too, fell head over heels in love with you from the first moment I saw your face across the fire pit up in Chaco Canyon. I knew I had to have you."

Duncan attractively blushed and snuggled into Methos' arms. "I read it on your face at that same moment. I just couldn't admit it until now."

The remainder of the night was interrupted periodically by the two Immortals making sometimes slow and easy love and others hot and pounding fornication. Yet, when the sun rose, they were once again traveling north to Mesa Verde and Duncan's destiny.

* * * * * * *

They traveled almost six weeks, steadily moved northwest toward the Four Corners area and Mesa Verde. By now Mac's body had hardened and was in excellent shape. This enabled the men to cover as much as thirty miles a day. MacLeod couldn't help but think how much easier the trek would've been on a plane or in a car or hell, he'd settle for a horse. But, even horses weren't abundant in this time period. Actually, he wondered if the first one had yet been brought to the New World.

Their nights consisted of foraging a quick meal and falling into exhausted sleep. Sometimes they lay in a heap of tangled limbs after a bout of glorious sex. Yet, others they were side by side, making sure of the other's presence.

Methos talked freely and easily. He shared how he'd come to this continent aboard a Viking ship and had made his way inland from the coast. He spoke of seeing a vast chain of mountains in the west for the first time and being in awe of their grandeur. He described the huge canyon he came upon and that seemed to go on for miles.

What surprised the old man, however, was the night Duncan quietly prodded, "Tell me about Kronos."

"You know about him?"

Duncan nodded and whispered, "Yes, and the others and… you." The Scot turned onto his side beside the glowing coals of fire and propped his head underneath a bent arm so that he could see the Horseman known as Death, the Immortal he couldn't accept not so very long ago. Funny how time and experience changed one's opinions.

Methos studied the younger Immortal. He'd not asked him when he was born, but Duncan had ventured that he was around four hundred years old. His behaviors and mannerisms, however, weren't those of other Immortals he'd known for that length of time. Duncan shared his thoughts with him, but seemed to keep secrets, important ones, such as where the two of them had first met and what their history was. He could only hope that one day the youngster would open up with him. Meanwhile, Methos intended to enjoy his company and the great sex and the enjoyment of relaxing with another of his kind while he could.

So it was that he began to speak. "I was bitter, hurt and lonely three millennia ago. I'd been a slave, a master, a thief, even a healer back then."

MacLeod couldn't help but smile at that bit of information. He'd be a doctor in a few centuries.

Methos, oblivious to the other man's thoughts, added "Name any kind of job and I'd done it." Gnawing on a thigh of the prairie chicken they'd snared, he continued. "More than anything else, though, it was losing my beloved Agra at the beginning of the Bronze Age. She was the daughter of a desert nomadic tribe and had luxurious blonde hair that reached below her . We. We fell in love the first moment we met. I've never known anyone quite like her, that is not until now."

The ancient Immortal shook his head in his memory of her. Brushing aside a tear that threatened in his catlike, golden-greenish eyes, he forced a grin at the former slave across from him. Exhibiting emotions like grief was difficult for him.

"What happened to her?"

Methos' countenance altered to one of anger and bitter hatred. Tossing the bone into the darkness, he muttered, "Her father caught us together. We couldn't help it, Duncan. We were in love. That was all that mattered. With Agra, I was again a youth full of life and experiencing a love I'd never before known." Methos' voice faltered as he dropped his head. "He called both of us vile names and his own daughter a whore."

MacLeod leaned forward, struggling to hear him. This was the Ms hes he'd longed to know but one the ancient had always hidden from view.

Methos drew in a breath and continued. "Her father had both of us stoned to death."

Duncan quietly sidled over to his friend and draped an arm over his shoulders.

The ancient leaned into Duncan's warm, resilient body. "I woke up like I always did, but she didn't. The expression on her father's and the other villagers' faces when they saw I wasn't dead was worth the pain of dying."

For a long while, the only sound was of the snap and crackle of the fire and Methos' gulps as he fought for his characteristic control.

"I started wandering again. I was bitter and grief stricken and didn't care what happened to me or to any others that had the misfortune to cross my path. Then one day, I'd stopped by a water hole and heard riders approaching. I was overwhelmed with their quickenings and fell to the ground in agony. It was Kronos, Caspian and the gentle giant, Silas. I jumped up and reached for a sword I'd swiped off a dead tribesman I'd killed."

He paused and grinned an evil smile. "Kronos was impressed that I was ready to do battle with all of them. So, that night, after we'd eaten and I had told them my story, he asked me if I wanted to join them and exact my revenge on those like Agra's father."

Methos turned and met Duncan's non-condemning, mahogany eyes. "I killed, I planned, I exacted my pound of flesh, Duncan. For the next millennia or so, that's all I knew."

"Why did you walk away?"

"There was a new Immortal in one of the villages we decimated. She was a seer and a healer. I was attracted to her and took her into my tent."

Duncan knew he was speaking of Cassandra, but didn't venture forth any knowledge of her.

The former Horseman revealed to him the familiar story of the beautiful woman who'd come to love her captor. He shared how he knew Kronos demanded a share of her. The four of them always shared the spoils of their conquests. Methos also knew that the scarred Immortal would not hesitate to kill them both, so he'd given her to him. It was also obvious to him that she wouldn't stay with Kronos and that would eventually escape. So, it was with no surprise that he saw her sneak out of camp that night, but neither did he follow her nor alarm his brothers.

After Cassandra's departure, Methos realized he'd lost the taste for death and revenge. Knowing Kronos wouldn't let him go without a fight, he sneaked away one night, taking but a few things, the clothes on his back and his horse.

"I kept on the move and managed to elude Kronos and the others until a couple hundred years ago. I could have fought him, but it would've been condemning myself and my own actions, so I didn't."

Duncan recalled the old man telling him the exact same thing in the old church yard after the three Horsemen's demise.

"Instead I caught the first vessel headed for the New World. I'd heard tales of its existence. I've been here ever since." Methos laid back and folded his arms under his head.

Duncan hesitated a half breath before settling down beside Methos. He rested his head on his lover's chest and caressed his flat stomach. "I love you, Methos. It doesn't matter what you did, only who you are," he quietly murmured.

"Come here," the ancient bid him and lifted Mac's chin until their lips met.

Their lovemaking was slow and sensuous, deep and filled with commitment. Duncan opened his heart and his body, his very soul to the Immortal he'd once denounced, but now accepted with every fiber of his being.

* * * * * *

The trip remained uneventful. No signs of Quetzalomeyocan were seen, but the Immortals knew he'd eventually catc wit with them. In a way, MacLeod knew he would regret bringing the Toltec way of life to the peaceful Catori pueblos, but they would have come anyway. History dictated that they did, bringing their sacrificial ways with them and forever changing the ancient ones' way of life.

Duncan's pace picked up when he and Methos passed the Chaco Canyon ruins. It seemed to him to be much longer than the few months he'd spent since leaving the area and Rising Star. He had no idea how he'd explain his two 'spouses' to each other, but he'd figure out a way.

Mac noticed as he and Methos traveled northward, that the general area was drier and had less vegetation. Even for early winter, there should have been more prairie grass and an abundance of small animal life that foraged for food. Unfortunately, none were seen except for an occasional hare or prairie dog. It could only mean the destructive dry spell and years of little or no rainfall would soon begin. It also meant that the entire Catori population would migrate elsewhere and fade into the annals of American prehistoric legend.

Such a shame, Duncan mused.
He truly liked Rising Star, Owl, Running Antelope and the others.

"What are your thoughts, Duncan?" Methos asked, his breath tickling the Scot's right ear.

Mac shivered and turned into Methos' waiting arms. "I was thinking of the Buffalo Clan Village and how much I've missed them."

"It won't be long, Pahana. We will reach the first of the pueblo villages tomorrow."

Duncan nodded and pressed his lean bronzed body into his lover's embrace. He would miss the solitude he'd had these past weeks when it had been just he and Methos and God's earth and heavens. It was almost as if the two of them had been the only inhabitants of the world.

No wonder the pioneers of early America braved the heat, winter storms, preying animals and death itself to carve out a niche in this vast wealth of what would be known as the Western United States. Seeing the virgin counts its it was now in the 1100's, it was hard, no, almost alien, to visualize it as it would be at the turn of the twenty-first century.

His attention returned to the ancient Immortal when Methos stole a wispy kiss from Duncan's lush lips. "Your thoughts are still far away," he keenly observed. "Could it be that you will leave me, little one?"

Duncan flushed as, once again, Methos' astute senses targeted the Scot's errant daydreams. He hugged the elder man to him and whispered in his hair, "Perhaps for a time, Methos, but not forever."

Methos' strong mouth quirked up on one end. "For Immortals, nothing is forever, except our deaths."

Other thoughts were squashed when Duncan returned and deepened his lover's kiss. The two of them set aside their weapons and made love right there in the middle of nowhere, with but God and his heavens watching them. Mac's last thought before he was lost to love's rapture was that he'd miss moments like this one, when it wouldn't matter who saw them or where they were. Despite the lack of privacy back in his own time, the only thing that would matter would be that Methos lay in his arms, and that they were together.
That's all I want.

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