Peeling the Grapes of Wrath by Suze (NC-17)

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Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ: suzecarol
Author Website: The Slum

Why this must be read: Imagine this: Methos and Duncan make a bet, whoever can gross each other out the most with the most disgusting food they've eaten wins. (Joe is the judge). So, Duncan wins and Methos' becomes his 'slave.'

Hilarity and hot sex ensues. A funny, sexy story.



"Oooh, Methos?"

Nothing. No hurried, eager footsteps. No response at all. Not even a sarcastic grunt. Duncan frowned at the door. Where was he?

"Methos!" Louder this time, with just the right hint of restrained impatience. The door finally opened, revealing Methos lounging indolently against the door frame, holding a tray in one hand and a crystal decanter in the other.

"You bellowed, Oh Lord of the Sheep?"

Duncan sniffed huffily and gestured with his glass.

"I need more cognac. And the water's cooling off. Add more bubbles while you're at it, towel boy. And what's keeping my snack?"

Methos set his burdens on the counter, twisted the hot water tap as far as it would turn, and upended the Batman-shaped bottle of Mister Bubble under the gushing faucet.

"Happy now?"





Peeling the Grapes of Wrath