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.”