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He'd been teaching now for almost a month and he was enjoying it immensely. His students were great - he had three classes that he lectured in on Monday, Wednesday and Friday and the good thing was, he was typically done by one in the afternoon. He'd spend two more hours in his office in case the students had questions and so that he could put grades into the computer when necessary.

It was just such an afternoon and he was waiting for Methos to come pick him up for the day - they were going out to dinner that night - when a knock at his door got his attention.

"Come in," he called out in Spanish. The door opened to reveal one of his students, a young American named Brian who was probably twenty years old if that. Brian smiled as he came in and closed the door. "What can I help you with, Brian?" Daniel continued in English.

"Well, I had some questions about your lecture on World War One," he said quietly as he sat down in front of Daniel's desk. Daniel nodded and leaned back in his chair.

"What kind of questions?"

"Well, more like observations, really," Brian said with a smile. What his professor didn't know was that Brian had fought in the first world war - for America - and then again in World War II and some of the things Daniel had spoken of, Brian either didn't remember happening or he remembered them a different way. Plus, it gave him a chance to spend time with the good looking man. Of course, Brian had seen the wedding band on Daniel's finger but that had never stopped Brian before...

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Methos followed after, his concern palpable. He walked into the bathroom stripping off his bloody shirt and tossing it aside.

He comes up next to him, "Daniel...?"

Daniel knelt there for a moment, shaking still, tears stinging his eyes and the vile taste in his throat. He dry heaved a couple more times before he finally pushed to his feet and rinsed out his mouth at the sink.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, meeting his husband's worried gaze in the mirror. "I just... it all sorta just hit me at once..."

He nodded, rubbing his back. "I understand."

Daniel turned around slowly and brushed a hand through his husband's hair.

"I love you," he whispered harshly, knowing he still had tears in his eyes. "I love you so very much..."

Methos pulled him close, "And I love you, Daniel... I'm so sorry, about all this. I just wanted us to have a quiet life together. But things keep getting in the way..."

"But it will be over soon enough and then we can get back to living our lives, right?" He needed Methos to tell him yes, even if it was a lie, he just needed to hear that things would be okay once this bastard was out of their lives.

"Yes, of course, Daniel. I'll kill him and we can go back to our lives. I'll buy this house, you'll keep teaching and I'll run my shop. And we'll be happy."

He could lie. Especially if he wanted it to be true too.

Daniel nodded and wrapped his arms around his husband tightly, just standing there for a few more minutes before pulling back.

"You need a shower... well, we both probably do, but you get started and... I will go clean up the mess in the kitchen and then I'll join you..."

"No... I can clean it up." Methos offered quickly.

"Methos, you just got shot, died and came back all in the matter of about half an hour. I can do this. Get in the shower and get the blood and all off of you before I come back to join you." He kissed his husband softly before he turned and headed for the kitchen, shutting down emotionally to get everything swept and cleaned up before he looked at the broken window and frowned, not sure what to do about it. He then remembered some plyword in the basement and went to get it and some nails, boarding up the window until he could get it fixed. That all done, he finally joined his husband in the bathroom, stripping and stepping into the shower with him.

He was soaping up his hair, after he'd gotten all the blood out, when Daniel stepped into the shower. He looked at him with concern, "You okay?"

Daniel nodded slowly, not quite meeting his husband's gaze for a moment before he moved quickly, pushing Methos into the tiled wall and kissing him almost bruisingly hard, his hands sliding across his husband's body in an effort to calm himself and remind himself that Methos really was still in one piece and alive.

He returned the heated kiss, murmuring against his lips, "I'm here, baby... I'm here..." Methos' hands ran up his back, holding him close.

Daniel shivered and nipped his way along his husband's jaw and neck before he pulled back and met his gaze slowly.

"I love you," he said softly, caressing the side of Methos' face.

"Love you too." he said, groaning at the nipping and gripping Daniel's hips tightly.

Daniel groaned softly at that and gently pulled away, licking his lips before he turned away from his husband, hands braced to the tiled wall before looking over his shoulder at Methos.

"Please... I want to feel you..."

Methos moaned and gripped Daniels waist, slowly inserting himself with a cry of pleasure.

Daniel gasped sharply and pushed back, his head dropping down as he closed his eyes tightly, focused on just feeilng his husband right now.

He kissed his neck, thrusting himself roughly into Daniel. His arm wrapped around to stroke him in time with his thrusts.

Daniel gave out harsh sounding moans at each of those thrusts. Gods... it was exactly what he needed. He pushed back against his husband even as he pressed forward into Methos' hand.

He needed to feel every inch of Daniel, Needed just as much assurance as Daniel that his husband was still there, and that Brian hadn't taken either of them.

Daniel tilted his head to one side, one hand coming up to pull his husband closer, wanting to feel Methos' mouth at his neck.

He nibbled on Daniel's neck, then kissed along it, as he pounded harder into him.

Daniel gave a soft,keening sound at that, tightening around his husband as he grew closer to orgasm.

"Daniel...." he moaned, his mouth closing around the spot where neck met shoulder, his hips continuing there movements and his on hand stroking his husband.