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crack_van2009-07-19 11:40 am
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Brought to Heel: A Codpiece Ripper, by JiM and Piper (NC-17)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Length: about 12,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jimpage363, none for Piper
Author Website: A Sharp Left - Fanfiction by JiM
Why this must be read:I was well and truly shocked to see this hadn't been recommended on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crack_van before. This was written for the "Swords at Sunset" challenge, which produced a whole crop of my favorite type of AU. :D Whenever I'm in the mood for a pick-me-up or just sometimes when I'm in a D/M sort of mood, I return to this story. It manages to have a bit of action, some power play between Duncan and Methos, and still be very romantic all at the same time. A delightful story.
Pierson stepped over to the bunk and held the cup up in front of the younger Immortal's face. "What's your name, boy?" he repeated. When the silence persisted, the first mate dipped one finger into the cup and held it up, considering the golden liquid that dripped from the end of his tapered finger. With the absorbed air of a demon testing the flame, Pierson drew his wet finger lightly across the young man's lower lip, watching as the boy's tongue flickered out after the moisture left behind, unwilling, but unable to stop himself. The privateer had a brief flash of what it would be like to have that tongue flickering across his own lips but he stopped himself. Now was not the time for fantasy, now was the time of mastery.
Casually tangling his free hand in the young man's dark hair, Pierson yanked his head back and said again, "What's your name?"
"Duncan." The word whispered out before the young man could stop himself; the dark eyes flared at his own self-betrayal. Pierson's hand loosened its grip on the sable hair; now it became a gentle, cradling touch.
"Drink, Duncan." He rewarded his captive with a deep draught, watching the long golden throat work as the boy gulped the grog.
Brought to Heel
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Length: about 12,000 words
Author on LJ:
jimpage363, none for PiperAuthor Website: A Sharp Left - Fanfiction by JiM
Why this must be read:I was well and truly shocked to see this hadn't been recommended on
crack_van before. This was written for the "Swords at Sunset" challenge, which produced a whole crop of my favorite type of AU. :D Whenever I'm in the mood for a pick-me-up or just sometimes when I'm in a D/M sort of mood, I return to this story. It manages to have a bit of action, some power play between Duncan and Methos, and still be very romantic all at the same time. A delightful story. Pierson stepped over to the bunk and held the cup up in front of the younger Immortal's face. "What's your name, boy?" he repeated. When the silence persisted, the first mate dipped one finger into the cup and held it up, considering the golden liquid that dripped from the end of his tapered finger. With the absorbed air of a demon testing the flame, Pierson drew his wet finger lightly across the young man's lower lip, watching as the boy's tongue flickered out after the moisture left behind, unwilling, but unable to stop himself. The privateer had a brief flash of what it would be like to have that tongue flickering across his own lips but he stopped himself. Now was not the time for fantasy, now was the time of mastery.
Casually tangling his free hand in the young man's dark hair, Pierson yanked his head back and said again, "What's your name?"
"Duncan." The word whispered out before the young man could stop himself; the dark eyes flared at his own self-betrayal. Pierson's hand loosened its grip on the sable hair; now it became a gentle, cradling touch.
"Drink, Duncan." He rewarded his captive with a deep draught, watching the long golden throat work as the boy gulped the grog.
Brought to Heel