Title: Highland Child 2

Author: Angelee

Fandom: Highlander

Pairing: Methos/Duncan

Rating: Adult

Summary: The seduction continues

Beta: By my sister Anna. All remaining errors are mine-with apologies.

Highland Child 2

“No, I think not,” Methos told him, eyeing the hand suspiciously.

“I swear not to do anything,” Duncan told him, offering the hand again. “I just want to see you.”

Methos continued to eye the hand. “No. I think I’ll stay in the water just a bit longer.”

“But why?” Duncan asked, in disappointment.

“Because I’m afraid if I come out of the water my virtue will be compromised.”

Duncan narrowed his beautiful, warm brown eyes. “Then there be only one thing for me to do.”

“What?” Duncan loosened his shirt and kilt, allowing it to fall away. Methos gasped. “Highlander, what are you doing?”

Duncan smiled at him as he walked into the cool water. “Oh, chilly.”

Methos backed away. “Get out, Duncan.”

“No.”

“Stop, don’t come any closer.”

“No.”

Methos eyed the Highland child. Oh, but he was beautiful. Tanned with flawless skin and very much aroused despite the chilly water.

“No, Duncan, please.”

“I want you,” Duncan whispered, moving closer.

“You’re too young. I’ll feel as if I’m defiling a very young, though persistent innocent.”

Duncan moved even closer. Allowing Methos to feel how aroused his was. “I may not have much experience, but I am far from innocent. And I want you very, very much.”

“Use to getting what you want?” Methos asked, eyeing the lips angling toward his.

“Not yet, but I will be,” Duncan whispered, bring their lips together.

Methos moaned softly, unable to fight against the seduction the Highland child had so carefully weaved.

Duncan gave a small sound of triumph as he slipped his tongue into Methos mouth. When they drew apart. Methos told him. “You are a wicked, wicked child, Highlander.” Reaching for another kiss.

Duncan pulled away after a long while, licking at Methos lips with hungry little swipes. “I wanted ye from the moment I saw ye bathing in the lake. Yer beautiful. So very beautiful.” Duncan ran a hand down Methos pale skin. “Yer body is gorgeous. Not an ounce of spare flesh anywhere on ye.”

“I exercise.”

“It shows,” Duncan replied, running his hand over the flesh hidden by the waters.

Methos gasped. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Aye, never. Come out of the water,” he begged. “I want to see ye. Touch. Please, Adam. Please.”

Methos sighed softly. “Alright, Highlander. Alright.”

Duncan smiled brilliantly at him as he carefully lead him out of the water.