Lost

Chapter 16

The voice had remained soft, dangerously so, ever since Louisa had found him staring at a lock of hair in his hands. Louisa’s scream had brought the guards who’d wrestled the small scissors from his hand and had called for Andre. That had been this morning and now Duncan and Louisa had been waiting in the bedroom most of the day, still without a word about his upcoming punishment.

Finally, a one solid tap at the door signaled the entrance of one of the guards. He was taken to Andre’s study. Andre remained leaning against his desk, his arms crossed in front of his chest. No expression showed on his face as gazed at Duncan standing just inside the door. He eyed his little pet, hair re-styled to hide the missing lock, red silk clinging to curves at hip and breast. Beautiful.

“Come here.” The imperious tone didn’t bode well for this encounter and Duncan’s stomach twisted. Straightening his back and lifting his chin enough to show acceptance but not defiance, he walked slowly to where Andre stood, still leaning slightly against the desk.

No words were spoken as Andre grabbed Duncan by his upper arms and quickly turned him to face the desk. A strong hand at the back of Duncan’s shoulders pushed his upper body down.

So this was how it was going to be. But Duncan wasn’t fool enough to think that it would be all. He felt the large hands raise his skirt and quickly fondle his ass. He’s going through a fortune in silk underwear, he thought as yet another pair was shredded. He remained still, knowing better than to struggle as Andre kicked his legs apart and then forced his fingers into him but couldn’t stifle the scream as Andre yanked out his fingers and battered his way in with his cock. Still, one graze against his prostate had his body beginning to respond. He valiantly tried to fight it as Andre pressed into his prostate again, but failed as Andre unerringly found the right spot over and over as he pushed forward in maddened thrusts. Moments later Andre’s fingers dug deeply into Duncan’s shoulders as he came explosively inside of Duncan triggering Duncan’s own orgasm. Andre collapsed over Duncan’s back mindlessly nuzzling the dark hair. They lay like that until gasping breaths slowed and thought returned.

Duncan became aware of a pen holder bruising him at his hip and the papers under his face. The letter opener lay tantalizingly close to his right hand. He briefly imagined the feel of burying it deeply in Andre’s chest, but that momentary fantasy slid away amongst feelings of fear, disgust and the knowledge of what it would truly cost. He gasped slightly as Andre pulled himself out. Pushing himself up, he straightened and pulled his skirt back down around his thighs noting the wet spot on the front of his dress and the smell of sex emanating from them both. Andre again grabbed his arms and pulled him close. Duncan could see his nostrils flare as he took in the scent around them. The satisfied smile sickened him. Lowering his head Andre seized his mouth in a hard kiss. Duncan opened his mouth at the insistent tongue but remained passive as Andre possessed his mouth.

Long moments later Andre pulled back to survey his work. Smiling, he ran his thumb across the now swollen lips. Yes, his pet should always look like this. He saw the clasped hands in front of his pet who waited for him to say something, give some indication of what she was to do next. He obliged with one command, “Remain silent.”

Andre straightened his own clothes and watched his pet closely. Soon, it should be soon. Andre watched his pet to see her reaction when their guest came through the door. Complete surprise suddenly assailed him. What?! What was this? Andre tried to fathom the reactions he saw, none of which he expected. He quickly reviewed what he’d seen...a straightening of the spine, head snapping up and facing the door, weight pushed forward and balanced on the balls of the feet as though ready to fight…the warrior of old come to fore. But it was impossible! Who knew? And then the best part, the momentary look of indecision in the beautiful eyes...no sword and an obviously immortal presence coming closer. Andre had read about the reaction but was unprepared for the intensity of it. It could be nothing else! Since he was expecting only one person, it had to be. Adam Pierson was an Immortal! Was he hiding out among the Watchers? Why? Could he be a hunter? The questions were flying in Andre’s brain and already he was planning how to make the best use of this knowledge.

He continued to watch Sarah’s reaction. Although it seemed a lifetime had passed as he cataloged what he’d seen, he knew it have only been a moment. And here, now, he saw his pet’s face pale and dismay show itself clearly across her features. She knew who was about to come into the room! She knew Pierson by his Presence! This was utterly remarkable...he hadn’t come across anything like this in all his studies of immortals. He wondered if they could all do this...and if so, why had no one written about this before? The questions kept pouring through his mind as the expected tap sounded at the door. “Come in.”

Oh, God, no, no, no...Methos! Here. Goddamn you, Andre...God damn you to hell! Is he the punishment, you bastard? Duncan was terrified that his stupid, stupid slip would come at a huge cost to Methos. He was also completely horrified at the thought of Methos seeing him as he now was. He had to stop this...appease Andre somehow. He had to get Methos out of here. He turned to Andre, a protest on his lips but was stopped by a finger and a warning glint in Andre’s eyes. “Don’t make it worse, pet...”

Now Andre turned to watch the reaction of his guest as he entered. Eyes of indeterminate color narrowed as he entered the room and scanned it quickly taking in the number of occupants, but widened as the face paled when he identified one of the occupants in particular. This is better than he ever could have hoped. He watched as the eyes again narrowed and got a good look at Sarah. Suddenly he felt those eyes turn on him and had to suppress the shiver that ran down his spine. He was sure that he could feel his death in the glittering eyes as the slender and obviously lethal body took one menacing step forward. Pierson stopped, but Andre was sure it was because of a gun being pressed into his back. His men had orders to remain in the room and Andre was grateful for his foresight. He had no idea the bookish Adam Pierson could be so formidable, let alone immortal.

“A pleasure to see you again Dr. Pierson, but please, don’t do anything foolish. It wouldn’t take much for my men to shoot you and Sarah both. We all know that you both will recover very quickly.” He never looked directly at his men, but was gratified to note the quick nod to show they understood that both Sarah and Pierson were immortals. “Please come closer. I’d like to introduce you to someone I’m sure you thought you knew.”

‘...to see you again?’ The words sunk in as Duncan realized that Methos hadn’t believed in his death. Six months later, Methos was obviously still searching and that knowledge pierced Duncan’s heart with joy for a moment. But it quickly disappeared at the knowledge of the danger Methos was now in. Oh, Methos...what have you been doing?

Methos stepped closer, torn between grabbing Duncan and holding him in his arms and ripping out Lacasse’s entrails and choking him with them. He saw the swollen lips and his nostrils widened as he noted the scent in the air. Entrail ripping it was... But again he was stopped by the gun now pointing at Duncan’s head. It seemed that pleasure would have to wait.

Andre waited a moment for the blood fury to drop from Pierson’s eyes. His men had positioned themselves far enough apart to avoid being easy targets, but they kept their weapons in position. One of them also held a very large and sharp blade. Oh, he loved reliable employees.

“Adam Pierson, let me introduce Sarah MacLeod. My fiancée.”

At those words Methos glanced down at the clasped hands, knuckles whitened but clearly showing the large diamond and ruby ring. His eyes traveled back up to the impossibly large and mortified chocolate eyes in the deathly pale face marked by bright spots of color on the soft cheeks. Those eyes, now showing a depth of misery Methos hadn’t seen in several millennia, dropped down as his head bowed. Jesus, Duncan, what has he done to you? Curses in various long forgotten languages slipped through his mind as he took in the trembling of the clenched hands. The same red haze of rage gathered at the edge of his vision as he looked at Duncan, noting the extreme fear and tension in the surprisingly different body. Control...he needed control. He looked down for a few moments to allow coherent thought to return and he took a steadying breath as it did. He refused to think about the torn bit of lace lying on the floor at their feet. So Duncan was the curvy brunette. Were those breasts real? Probably, he decided based on the obvious weight gain around his hips. Stone faced, he turned back to Lacasse. “So may I object now? Because I damn well won’t hold my peace.”

Lacasse was very pleased with how this little meeting was turning out. He laughed at Pierson’s comment. “You may object all you wish, and how well you hold your peace affects more than the two of you. We shall see, won’t we?” Andre paused and then bent to retrieve the bit of silk and lace that lay on the floor. Fingering it lightly, he brought it to his nose, smiling slightly as he heard Sarah gasp. He handed it to his now deeply flushed pet. “Sarah, return to our room and freshen yourself. The white and rose gown will do.”

Duncan had kept his head and eyes down, his hands twisting together over and over during the short discussion until he saw Andre move. He was shocked and deeply shamed when Andre retrieved his panties. He tucked them in his hand as he wrapped his arms around himself, again looking down refusing to see the revulsion he knew would be in Methos’ eyes. At Andre’s command he looked up briefly, lips opening as though to speak but at Andre’s narrowed eyes he again looked down and nodded once to Andre to acknowledge him, throat too tight to speak. Turning away, he resolutely kept his eyes away from Methos. His shame was simply far too great. He walked quickly from the room.

Andre watched Sarah leave and then turned back to Pierson and noted the pale but expressionless features. With a smile of arrogant satisfaction, he gestured slightly which brought one of the two men forward who proceeded to tie Adam’s hands behind his back.

The same guard who tied his hands also gave one of the most intimate body searches Adam had endured in quite some time. It came as no surprise that every one of his hidden weapons was found.

The small pile brought Andre’s eyebrows up to his hairline. He was very nearly sure Pierson was unknown to the Watcher’s organization...but he was also obviously not a new immortal. Quite a puzzle, this.

“The Watchers don’t know about you, do they?” Adam refused to answer and wondered how much Lacasse knew. “I don’t believe you’re a hunter...you’ve been around my Sarah far too long and I’m quite aware of the reputation the late Duncan MacLeod had. Although you are quite an enigma at this point, I don’t believe the two of you engaged in that type of sword play.”

Methos’ eyes narrowed at the sexual reference. “What is it you want, Lacasse?” Methos needed information in order to plan Duncan’s escape from this madman. “Why Duncan, and why change him so?”

“My reasons are my own. All you need to know is that your presence here is a lesson for you and a reminder for Sarah to leave the situation as it stands. More lives than your own hang in the balance. For now, I suggest you accept my hospitality for tomorrow is a very big day. There will be a wedding and you, my dear Dr. Pierson, are cordially invited.” He looked at the large well-worn sweater and faded jeans. “You needn’t worry about your attire...we have suitable clothing available for you. I’d hate for you to feel...out of place.” Motioning to his guards, he looked once more at the fascinating eyes. “Take Dr. Pierson upstairs and find him something suitable for dinner. Then bring him to the dining room and secure him.” His eyes narrowed as he considered the slender body, positive the relaxed posture hid a great deal. “Bring more guards...I believe there is much more to Dr. Pierson than initially meets the eye.” With that he deliberately turned his back and moved to his desk...the discussion obviously at an end.