18-Sep-2000
Disclaimer: I am completely insane. I don't own GW or Highlander and I am pathetically poor, *Whine* This fic has yaoi, hints of NCS, foul language, me writing it...etc. You have been warned. If you can't deal, don't read. So there!
Methos could feel the blade digging into his chest as he looked up at the young immortal about to claim his life. He's always suspected he would die at the hands of someone he loved.
"Did you think it would be so easy?" the lovely boy hissed. "You all thought you could break me. A few rapes, bruises, beatings, and deaths and I would beg for you. Right? None of you had a clue.
I let you all think each one was the one I loved. Let you all think I loved you. It was easier than I thought it would be. Despite being such powerful men, you all still think with your cocks. Once I had you addicted to me, then the fun started.
Every night I whispered to all of you how badly the others treated me. Twisting your 'brotherhood' into hate. The best part was when Kronos backhanded me. I told Caspian that Silas did it, Silas that you did it, and you, my dear Methos, I told the truth." The immortal paused. A twisted smile appeared on his lips. "From there, I just pushed a little.
Caspian left because he couldn't beat Kronos. The bastard left me to that monster's mercies. Silas loved you enough to leave. He choose you over me. But you really did surprise me. You kidnapped me and ran. What were you thinking? That I loved you?" A bitter laugh cut the air. "After what you did to me? I could never love you. Any of you."
Slowly, the beauty pushed the blade through Methos' heart. They last thing he heard was the boy's sultry alto.
"I'm not going to take your head. I want to live. One day, you and I will meet again and then your life is mine. You're not death Methos. I am Death. Made immortal by the Horsemen and I shall walk this world waiting for you."
Methos wanted to tell his young lover that he'd known all along about the manipulation, had even helped at points. He wanted to tell him how much he really did love the boy. None of it passed his lips; death claimed him first.
That had been more than two millennia ago. Yet now he could hear that same voice. Several minutes past, a buzz told him an immortal was close, but when none came rushing to challenge him, Methos ignored it and went on his way. Then he heard that voice.
Turning a corner, the age old immortal came upon a startling scene. A young Japanese man was pulling another man along by his long, chestnut braid. It was the young man being pulled who spoke in the voice from his dreams.
"Ow," the young man was yelling. "Heero, that hurts!"
"Shut up, Duo," Heero growled.
So now he went by the name of Duo. A sudden urge to run raced through Methos' system. His life now was good. Two months ago, he'd managed to seduce MacLeod's student, Richie Ryan, into his bed. Originally, it had been to get back at Duncan for turning him down. Only, Richie turned out to be a generous, passionate, and inventive lover. Not to mention, he was willing to let Methos do pretty much anything. The old immortal really got off on having that kind of control. Of course, it Duncan ever found out, he go after his head.
Losing his love again did not appeal to the immortal and he started to back away when he saw something that froze his blood. Kronos stood on a corner behind the young couple, fury and possessive lust lighting his eyes. Seeing his former brother shocked Methos, but the look in his eyes scared him. The dangerous immortal had found his one time lover and it looked like he intended to reclaim the violet eyed beauty now. Fury rose in the one-time Horseman's veins. Not again. They would not hurt his former love again. Stepping forward, Methos put his immortal life on the line.
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