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crack_van2005-06-19 01:07 am
lastrega.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2005-06-19 01:07 am
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Duel, by Trekker (NC-17)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
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trkkr47
Author Website: Unexpected Places
Why this must be read: Sex and swordfighting are staples of Highlander smut, and rightly so. This little pwp takes that down to the most visceral level in a way that is hot and sensual (in the truest sense of the word). It's a fic where you can really feel the action and the passion.
His heart beats five times. Then he leans his head back, not moving any other muscle, like a man standing before a wild bear, knowing stillness is the key to life. He finds Duncan's eyes blazing down into his own again, and shivers under the heat. The blade moves infinitesimally against his throat, and he can feel the weight of it, pressing against tendons. He can feel his own arteries pulsing against the pressure. His lips part, and he feels air rush, cool and dry, over his tongue.
"Damn it, Methos."
Duel
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ:
trkkr47Author Website: Unexpected Places
Why this must be read: Sex and swordfighting are staples of Highlander smut, and rightly so. This little pwp takes that down to the most visceral level in a way that is hot and sensual (in the truest sense of the word). It's a fic where you can really feel the action and the passion.
His heart beats five times. Then he leans his head back, not moving any other muscle, like a man standing before a wild bear, knowing stillness is the key to life. He finds Duncan's eyes blazing down into his own again, and shivers under the heat. The blade moves infinitesimally against his throat, and he can feel the weight of it, pressing against tendons. He can feel his own arteries pulsing against the pressure. His lips part, and he feels air rush, cool and dry, over his tongue.
"Damn it, Methos."
Duel