Title: Highland
Child 3
Author: Angelee
Fandom: Highlander
Pairing:
Methos/Duncan
Rating: Adult
Summary: Seduction
most fine.
Beta: By my sister
Anna. All remaining errors are mine-with apologies.
Highland Child 3
Methos was led to a patch of soft grass and gently urged to
lie down. Duncan
lay next to him.
“Yer so beautiful,” Duncan
whispered softly. “And so soft,” he
added running his hands over the skin of Methos stomach.
“Hmm,” Methos murmured softly. His body arching up into
the gentle touch.
Duncan moved
just a little bit closer, seeking Methos mouth hungrily with
his own. His
hand going lower to cup Methos penis, taking away the chill of the lake. Encouraging the flesh to rise and lengthen.
Methos gasped into Duncan’s
mouth. This Highland
child couldn’t be as inexperienced as he claimed. Unless he was naturally
gifted in the art of seduction.
Duncan pulled
away to rain kisses all over Methos face.
Taking care to apologize to the appendage he had offended earlier. “So beautiful. So very beautiful,” he whispered as he began
to kiss his way down Methos body.
Methos closed his eyes when Duncan
took his left nipple into his mouth, suckling on it hungrily many a maddening
moments before going to the right. And giving it the same kind of attention.
Duncan was going
to be a natural when it came to the art of love. Not to mention he was going to be an immortal
when the time came. Just like Methos.
Methos could feel the pre-immortal tingle the Highlander was
giving off. Had sensed it the minute Duncan
had entered the water.
He gasped when the Highland child
took his penis into his mouth and began happy sucking on it as if he’d been
able to do it all his life. “Oh,
Goddess,” Methos whispered, fighting to
keep his hands still and not reach for Duncan’s head to pull him closer.
Duncan drove him
mad for several minutes before pulling away with a slow obscene sound as he
released Methos.
“You are maddening, Highland Child,” Methos told him
shakily.
Duncan smiled at
him as he went between Methos legs. “I
know. Bend yer
legs for me M…Adam.” Methos did as he
was asked, watching as Duncan
positioned himself. “Can I?” he asked,
brown eyes, dilating. “Please, Adam, let
me.”
Methos nodded. Closing his eyes tightly when Duncan slowly
slid into him.
“Are ye alright?”
Methos opened his eyes to find Duncan
above him trembling heavily as he fought the need to move.
“Yes.”
“Yer sure? Can I move?
I need to move or I’ll die.”
Methos reached up and ran a hand over Duncan’s
chest, going lower to where their body’s connected. “Yes, Highland child
move. Move as if you life depended on
it.”
Duncan began
thrusting, slowly at first, building to a rhythm that lifted Methos on every
upward thrust. His lovemaking passionate, careful and sweetly gentle.
Duncan lowered
himself until he lay against Methos, thrusting as if his heart would break if
he stopped. Mouth
seeking Methos hungrily.
Methos wrapped his legs around the moving body above
his. Running his hands
over a broad back. Encouraging,
gentling.
“Oh,” Duncan
moaned softly, sweat dripping from his body as he struggled to find release.
“Duncan?”
“Aye?”
Methos pulled him closer.
“Easy. Let it come.”
Duncan threw his
head back groaning. “Not yet. Not yet.
As much as I want this to happen, I can’t. It’s to good. I want it to last.”
Methos smiled up at him, wiping the sweat with his
thumbs. “We can do it again. As many times as you like.”
“Truly?”
“Yes. I am at your
beckon call for as long as you like.”
Duncan arched
into Methos, making them both moan at the exquisite sensation. “For eternity?”
Methos ran a thumb over Duncan’s
lower lip. “If you wish, my Highland child.”
Duncan gently
nibbled on it. “It’s not possible,” he
said sadly. “No matter how I wished it were different. That I could keep you with me forever.”
Methos smiled, pulling Duncan
down to him. “All is possible, if you
truly believe.”