Fic: Pas De Trois p6/? [NC-17]HL/TW x-over
There was a strange sort of tenderness in the ferocity with which we attacked each other. Nothing gentle, no; but it was sweeter and more intoxicating than any drug. The taste of his skin, the feel of it against my teeth, under relentless fingers; biting, scratching, claiming my own piece of Methos, marking him as my territory for this brief moment of eternity. He was my dark mirror, letting me see my inner shadows without fear, turning them into something magnificent, primal and *raw*, acknowledging them as part of me, forcing me to do the same. For the first time in my life, I accepted that part of me without trying to deny it, and let it have free rein; knowing that the beautiful man beneath me shone bright despite an inner darkness that no-one living would be able to truly comprehend in its entirety. My world had narrowed to encompass only him as each sound he made in response to my touch bared my soul just that little bit more. It had never been like this; *I* had never been like this and it scared me, even while I gloried in the power of it. The press of the lube bottle against my fingers brought me back to reality momentarily, until I registered that it was Methos pressing it into my hand. I blinked, stared down at him. His eyes were black, lips swollen and sweat beaded his forehead. He looked gorgeous, and eminently fuckable; it was such a rush knowing that I’d done that to him. I let my fingers curl around the bottle as I stared at him. He stared back.
“Everything. Now.” His voice was low, and more than a little rough, but I needed no further urging, or explanation.
“Now.” I agreed. Methos let his head fall back with a gasp, breaking eye contact. It was only then that I realised that his head was pillowed against Jack’s leg. I raised my eyes to Jack’s, needing to reconnect however briefly. He was breathing nearly as heavily as me.
“Now...” He whispered. I needed no further urging, and I lost myself in Methos once more as I settled between his legs. The lube felt shockingly cold on my fingers at first, but had warmed to skin temperature by the time I was stroking the slick stuff into Methos. He pressed back against my fingers with an incoherent mumble, demanding rather than begging for more. I was only too happy to oblige, curling my fingers inside him just to see him writhe against me. It was incredible, but it wasn’t enough; we both wanted, needed more. He made a small sound as my fingers left him and we echoed each other’s moans as I pressed my lube-slick cock into his body. I paused for a moment, acclimatising to the sensation of being buried deep in Methos, being surrounded by his incredible heat. He wrapped his legs around me and pulled me deeper. I took the hint, leaning forward to kiss him as I thrust into him. Hard. If he wanted me hard and fast, he would get me hard and fast. I found myself feeling grateful toward Jack’s earlier attention, without it I would never have got this far without losing control completely and ending this before it had even begun. As it was, I still wasn’t going to be breaking any records for duration. I didn’t care; passion was far more important than performance, and passion was something I had in spades. I growled into his neck, trying to tell Methos what he was doing to me as he thrust back against my cock, trembling, extending his neck in a wordless invitation. Needless to say, I accepted that invitation whole heartedly, worrying at his neck as I pounded into his body. I felt him tense around me and knew he was close so I sent him over the edge, burying my teeth in his neck as I buried my cock in his arse. He came with a choked-off scream; it was the most beautiful sound in the world. He was 5000 years old and I had made him scream. Fuck. I raised myself up on my arms, the better to see him as I came, and found myself captured by Jack’s gaze. One look from him and I lost it, Jack’s name on my lips as I emptied myself into Methos; a twisted symmetry, and absolutely perfect. Jack caught me as I collapsed bonelessly, guiding my fall so I lay beside Methos and not on top of him. Methos and I clung to each other, shivering in the aftermath, only half aware of the gentle touches and soft murmurs that Jack showered on us both. The comforting warmth of a blanket covered us and I let myself drift; wrung out, sated, and complete. If there was more to be had from the night, it could wait until I was ready to meet it.
“Everything. Now.” His voice was low, and more than a little rough, but I needed no further urging, or explanation.
“Now.” I agreed. Methos let his head fall back with a gasp, breaking eye contact. It was only then that I realised that his head was pillowed against Jack’s leg. I raised my eyes to Jack’s, needing to reconnect however briefly. He was breathing nearly as heavily as me.
“Now...” He whispered. I needed no further urging, and I lost myself in Methos once more as I settled between his legs. The lube felt shockingly cold on my fingers at first, but had warmed to skin temperature by the time I was stroking the slick stuff into Methos. He pressed back against my fingers with an incoherent mumble, demanding rather than begging for more. I was only too happy to oblige, curling my fingers inside him just to see him writhe against me. It was incredible, but it wasn’t enough; we both wanted, needed more. He made a small sound as my fingers left him and we echoed each other’s moans as I pressed my lube-slick cock into his body. I paused for a moment, acclimatising to the sensation of being buried deep in Methos, being surrounded by his incredible heat. He wrapped his legs around me and pulled me deeper. I took the hint, leaning forward to kiss him as I thrust into him. Hard. If he wanted me hard and fast, he would get me hard and fast. I found myself feeling grateful toward Jack’s earlier attention, without it I would never have got this far without losing control completely and ending this before it had even begun. As it was, I still wasn’t going to be breaking any records for duration. I didn’t care; passion was far more important than performance, and passion was something I had in spades. I growled into his neck, trying to tell Methos what he was doing to me as he thrust back against my cock, trembling, extending his neck in a wordless invitation. Needless to say, I accepted that invitation whole heartedly, worrying at his neck as I pounded into his body. I felt him tense around me and knew he was close so I sent him over the edge, burying my teeth in his neck as I buried my cock in his arse. He came with a choked-off scream; it was the most beautiful sound in the world. He was 5000 years old and I had made him scream. Fuck. I raised myself up on my arms, the better to see him as I came, and found myself captured by Jack’s gaze. One look from him and I lost it, Jack’s name on my lips as I emptied myself into Methos; a twisted symmetry, and absolutely perfect. Jack caught me as I collapsed bonelessly, guiding my fall so I lay beside Methos and not on top of him. Methos and I clung to each other, shivering in the aftermath, only half aware of the gentle touches and soft murmurs that Jack showered on us both. The comforting warmth of a blanket covered us and I let myself drift; wrung out, sated, and complete. If there was more to be had from the night, it could wait until I was ready to meet it.