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Characters: Methos and Kronos Disclaimer: The Four Horsemen belong to Davis/Panzer Productions, I just merely use them as muses and I make no money off of them. Summary: This story takes place after Methos agreed to help Kronos in Comes A Horseman but before Revelation 6:8. Feedback: Comments and questions are welcomed. You can only criticize my spelling and grammar if you tell me how to fix it. Comments can be directed to Tina at  HYPERLINK "mailto:nightwing_r@yahoo.com" nightwing_r@yahoo.com ************ Adam Pierson sighed wearily. Or at least, that was who he used to be, before Kronos had shown back up in his life. Now Adam had to leave that life behind, had to destroy all the relationships that he had formed and all the hope that he had for any sense of normalcy. Now, Adam Pierson wasn’t allowed to be the mild mannered watcher, but rather Methos, one of the deadly Horsemen of the Apocalypse. He sighed again as he started to unbutton his light blue, long sleeved shirt. He just couldn’t believe that he was here. He was back with his brother, Kronos, one of the men that he both hated and yet loved. Adam really didn’t understand why he couldn’t just kill Kronos himself. Is it that I am too weak? That I am out of practice with the sword? Or is it this passionate fire that seems to be between us? He shook his head bitterly thinking about it. Am I really ready to leave my new life behind to go back to the old one? Am I ready to destroy all the relationships that I have created as Adam Pierson? All of these questions swirled in his head as he looked around him. He honestly couldn’t believe that Kronos would want to live in a place like this. Then again, maybe he could. It was dark, dank, gritty, and had an eerie quality about it. To put it simply, it was very gothic looking. The kind of place where drugs were dealt, or where people came to die. It reeked of hate, of revenge, and you could almost hear the screams of their Horsemen days in the steel walls that surrounded them. It was sick and twisted, and it was Kronos’s dream. This was his brother’s Camelot, his fantasy…his entire world. And now, Adam was again a part of it. No, not Adam. Methos. Methos stood in the putrid little bathroom about ready to take a shower, his face grimacing in disgust as he let his shirt fall off of his shoulders and onto the floor. He leaned over to turn on the water, making a soft noise of surprise when it actually came out clear and on the verge of hot, then stepped back as his fingers found their way to the belt buckle on his pants. He fingered the buckle loose, then looked up and gasped in surprise. Kronos was standing there, in the archway of the bathroom, with his arms crossed and a very pleased grin on his face. There was no doubt that he had been watching him with a great longing, as it had been a long time since he had seen, let alone felt, his favorite brother. Methos just stood there, looking at him. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t even really make a move, although he couldn’t help but stand a little more upright as he watched Kronos’s eyes travel across his chest and then down over the rest of his body. This is the way that it was, the way that it had always been. Kronos would make the move and Methos would always have to comply. “Greeting brother.” Kronos said as he stepped into the bathroom. “It looks like you could use some help taking your shower.” Methos took in a ragged breath. He knew what that meant. Kronos just gave him a smirk as he walked closer, looking him directly in the eyes as his fingers roamed over Methos’s chest and then down to his belt. He then yanked the belt off, and before Methos could even flinch from the force of it, Kronos’s fingers had trailed down to his fly, unzipping it. “No…” was the only thing that Methos could think to utter, but he didn’t, he simply stood there and let Kronos work his pants and boxers down and off. Then he stepped out of them and stood there, watching as Kronos stood back and looked him over. Kronos watched as the hot water made a mist that swirled around Methos’s feet and lingered against his skin. Methos could do nothing but hang his head in shame as he felt his groin betray him, his member now fully erect, and beckoning to Kronos, who let out a laugh as he quickly undressed himself and stood, his own cock straining as he faced Methos. Methos inhaled sharply, in expectation of what his brother might do, then licked his lips nervously as he watched this slow sneer come over Kronos’s face. His mind swirled yet again with thoughts as he stood there quietly, waiting. Why now, after so much time? Why do I let this calculating and diabolical mastermind control me like this? Why haven’t I learned? But he knew that he was helpless against it, against him. There was just this energy and passion that flowed through them, between them. They were once the most feared things on the face of the earth. Brothers, who took what they wanted and didn’t care about anyone or anything. It had been like a game to them, although a deadly serious one, and for Kronos, Methos had been the prize. Suddenly, with no warning what so ever, Kronos grabbed Methos and pressed their lips together in a kiss that was forceful, full of anger and lust. It was the possessive kiss that Methos remembered, the one that told him exactly where his place was. Kronos was going to make damn sure that Methos knew just what he was and whom he belonged too. Methos kept his mouth closed and tried to push him back, but Kronos wasn’t having any of that. He bit hard on Methos’s lower lip, forcing entry. Methos started to scream out in pain, but before he could really acknowledge it, Kronos had pushed him hard into the shower and back against the wall, his tongue taking possession of Methos’s mouth. Methos hit the wall with a grunt, but would not dare deny Kronos again, so this time he returned the kiss with energy and a heat of his own. He closed his eyes and actually managed to enjoy the kiss as the water fell from above them and the blood from his lip was quickly washed down his toned physique and into the drain. Kronos pulled back from the kiss and looked Methos up and down once again, and he liked what he saw. This is the way that it was supposed to be. Methos was supposed to be his and no others. Everything about Methos, he owned. From his water slicked chest, to his tight abdomen and toned thighs, all the way down to his very pleasing and exquisite cock that was now jutting out through the curtain of water. “Where have you been this whole time, Brother?” Kronos asked as he roughly grabbed Methos and turned him around to face the wall. Methos parted his lips to say something, but Kronos’s hands where all ready re-discovering him. The water beat down around them, as Methos was helpless to do anything but let his emotions take over. He let out a soft moan as he felt Kronos’s hands run over his broad shoulders and arms, then down along the taunt muscles of his back. He let out a gasp as they started to knead his ass and the back of his upper thighs. Methos licked his lips then braced himself against the back of the shower with his arms for support. As soon as Methos had braced himself, Kronos stealthily grabbed his own cock and drove himself in Methos’s needing ass. Methos screamed a curse in Arabic at the stinging sensation that caused. Water was nice to slick things up, but not when it is more or less being forced. However, Methos’s pain quickly subsided when he felt Kronos thrust hard, using long deep strokes within him. Kronos always did know how to make Methos forget his constant thinking and just enjoy the little pleasures of life, even if that was fucking. Or killing. Kronos continued his powerful strokes as he grabbed Methos’s hips and forced himself to go deeper still. Finally, Methos’s desire became almost unbearable, and he reached down with one hand and grabbed his own member, then slowly started to stroke himself off in rhythm with Kronos. This move made Kronos get that sharp feeling of triumph he always felt when forcing himself on Methos, and caused him to thirst for more as he watched the muscles in his shoulders and arms work. After a moment Kronos tilted his head back and moaned deep in his throat, a sound that could only be described as primal lust, and Methos could feel himself almost yielding in weakness as he neared his climax. Kronos grinned wickedly, thinking about how vulnerable Methos was now and all that he could do to torment and torture him. All of these thoughts evaporated though as Kronos thrust deeply and then shuddered as he felt himself cum deep within Methos. He waited for a long moment, then leaned forward and whispered in a harsh, husky voice next to Methos’s ear. “Now Methos.” Methos shuddered and let out a slow and drawn out groan as he spewed his own ejaculatory fluid on the shower wall directly in front of him, then drew in a deep breath as he felt Kronos remove himself and turn him around. Kronos then did something that Methos would never have expected him to do, not in a thousand lifetimes, not in ten thousand. He took Methos’s face, which was dripping with water, in his hands and kissed him very softly. It was a simple kiss, one that most people would have called “loving” or maybe “sweet”. Methos’s pulse kicked up a notch as he received this new, and almost needy, kiss. However, before Methos could simply melt into it, Kronos pulled back and licked his lips, then looked at him with this fiery intensity in his eyes as he said… “I own you.” And with that Kronos left the shower and the bathroom, leaving Methos is questioned anguish and dismay. 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