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crack_van2006-07-27 09:31 pm
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Undertow by Apocrypha (NC-17)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Methos/Kronos
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
apocrypha_
Author Website: Apocrypha
Why this must be read:
Set during Revelation 6:8, a weary and stressed Methos fights against the force of Kronos' will his desire for the Horseman. In the end Methos gives in to his desire and the safety of his family. This story is all about need and the intensity and beauty of giving up control and riding high on pain. In Apocrypha's hands, it's stunning and seductive.
The pull of Kronos' need was nearly a physical force, and Methos closed his eyes and let the weight of it close over his head like the tide. Struggling had been more effort than he'd known; the quiet stillness in his own mind was a relief. He brushed his cheek along Kronos' jaw. Kronos remained stiff for a moment, then tilted his head and claimed the mouth offered to him. Methos drew out the kiss just a moment, then pulled back with a smile at Kronos and bent to remove the rest of his clothing.
When he was done, Kronos pulled him back into another kiss.
The air was cool, but Kronos' body was hot under his hands. Outside the circle of their arms, Methos could feel the combined Presence of Silas and Caspian, waiting still. The kiss was lazy, slow, and Methos relaxed into it, and into the pull of Kronos' Presence. He waited for the knife as he let himself slip down into the undertow.
Undertow
Pairing: Methos/Kronos
Author on LJ:
apocrypha_Author Website: Apocrypha
Why this must be read:
Set during Revelation 6:8, a weary and stressed Methos fights against the force of Kronos' will his desire for the Horseman. In the end Methos gives in to his desire and the safety of his family. This story is all about need and the intensity and beauty of giving up control and riding high on pain. In Apocrypha's hands, it's stunning and seductive.
The pull of Kronos' need was nearly a physical force, and Methos closed his eyes and let the weight of it close over his head like the tide. Struggling had been more effort than he'd known; the quiet stillness in his own mind was a relief. He brushed his cheek along Kronos' jaw. Kronos remained stiff for a moment, then tilted his head and claimed the mouth offered to him. Methos drew out the kiss just a moment, then pulled back with a smile at Kronos and bent to remove the rest of his clothing.
When he was done, Kronos pulled him back into another kiss.
The air was cool, but Kronos' body was hot under his hands. Outside the circle of their arms, Methos could feel the combined Presence of Silas and Caspian, waiting still. The kiss was lazy, slow, and Methos relaxed into it, and into the pull of Kronos' Presence. He waited for the knife as he let himself slip down into the undertow.
Undertow