The Ragged Edge By MacGeorge and Maygra de Rhema
I'm 1 day later, I know. Yes, only a day as here, at least is still Sunday for two more minutes...
Title: The Ragged Edge
Author: MacGeorge and Maygra de Rhema - maygra Edited to add macgeorge1, thanks to jotribe
Pairing: D/M - NC-17
Why this must be read:
There are a running theme here and it is passion in all its ways. Overwhelming passion. Beautifully depicted and perfectly managed. But what I found irresistible is Duncan and Methos interaction. Two strong and powerful men, loosing their control, and yet, staying themselves. And even as this story is about Duncan and Methos, Joe is in here too. A wise, smart Joe. The best friend our boys can ever have, that, you can bet.
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"What the hell are you two doing?!"
The two men stopped, never taking their eyes off the other.
"Get out of here, Joe!" Methos ordered.
"I will not. Not until you two tell me what's going on! This is no spar!" Joe worked his way into the room, gazing in astonishment at the two Immortals. Two friends, almost brothers who had each saved the other again and again. There was no question that this battle was deadly serious. Both men were flushed, eyes glittering and hard, tense and angry. Blood and sweat smeared the floor and dampened their clothes.
"No, it's not..." Methos hissed. "Do your duty, Watcher, if you must..." Methos had no more time or patience for the mortal. He could feel the savage blood lust rise, answering the challenge still smoldering in the dark eyes watching him. He smiled, faintly coldly, angling his blade, shifting his stance.
A deadly dance. One that Methos had resisted for centuries but not now. Not here. He even knew there was a reason beyond the kill that was driving him. But right now...it was the dance...the challenge. The pure seduction of power that oozed from every pore of Duncan MacLeod's body.
Oh , yes. He wanted that...craved it as Kronos had craved domination. Not all of it necessarily but some of it...part of it. A taste.
He feinted and lunged, countered, felt his muscles sting from the jar of the katana against his heavier blade. Turned and dropped, reacting without thinking and giving up more blood, spatters here and there for better positioning. Duncan's blood spattered across his cheek for a shallow but telling slice along Mac's upper arm and Methos stepped back, observing his opponent like a chess master. His thumb came up to wipe the blood, glistening red on his skin and he licked it away. And smiled like the predator he was at the moment.
Mac watched the other man's eyes. They were pure gold. Hard metal. Methos was going all out, showing moves he had never before displayed, a surreal quickness that was quickly exhausting what little remaining reserves he had.
And everything was on the line. Life, friendship, honor, the Game itself. How dare he! How dare he use him like that? Befriend him, make him trust him, only to lust after the same thing all the others had wanted. Something Mac had never wanted for himself. The anger, the betrayal was choking him. He spun, trying to move in close where his greater body mass gave him an advantage, deliberately letting the older man cut into his ribs as he pushed him back until they hit the wall hard enough to knock the breath from them both.
Amazing, isn't it? Now go here and have fun.
Author's website: Maygra's Musings
MacGeorge’s Madness
Title: The Ragged Edge
Author: MacGeorge and Maygra de Rhema - maygra Edited to add macgeorge1, thanks to jotribe
Pairing: D/M - NC-17
Why this must be read:
There are a running theme here and it is passion in all its ways. Overwhelming passion. Beautifully depicted and perfectly managed. But what I found irresistible is Duncan and Methos interaction. Two strong and powerful men, loosing their control, and yet, staying themselves. And even as this story is about Duncan and Methos, Joe is in here too. A wise, smart Joe. The best friend our boys can ever have, that, you can bet.
You want to know more? click here and found more
"What the hell are you two doing?!"
The two men stopped, never taking their eyes off the other.
"Get out of here, Joe!" Methos ordered.
"I will not. Not until you two tell me what's going on! This is no spar!" Joe worked his way into the room, gazing in astonishment at the two Immortals. Two friends, almost brothers who had each saved the other again and again. There was no question that this battle was deadly serious. Both men were flushed, eyes glittering and hard, tense and angry. Blood and sweat smeared the floor and dampened their clothes.
"No, it's not..." Methos hissed. "Do your duty, Watcher, if you must..." Methos had no more time or patience for the mortal. He could feel the savage blood lust rise, answering the challenge still smoldering in the dark eyes watching him. He smiled, faintly coldly, angling his blade, shifting his stance.
A deadly dance. One that Methos had resisted for centuries but not now. Not here. He even knew there was a reason beyond the kill that was driving him. But right now...it was the dance...the challenge. The pure seduction of power that oozed from every pore of Duncan MacLeod's body.
Oh , yes. He wanted that...craved it as Kronos had craved domination. Not all of it necessarily but some of it...part of it. A taste.
He feinted and lunged, countered, felt his muscles sting from the jar of the katana against his heavier blade. Turned and dropped, reacting without thinking and giving up more blood, spatters here and there for better positioning. Duncan's blood spattered across his cheek for a shallow but telling slice along Mac's upper arm and Methos stepped back, observing his opponent like a chess master. His thumb came up to wipe the blood, glistening red on his skin and he licked it away. And smiled like the predator he was at the moment.
Mac watched the other man's eyes. They were pure gold. Hard metal. Methos was going all out, showing moves he had never before displayed, a surreal quickness that was quickly exhausting what little remaining reserves he had.
And everything was on the line. Life, friendship, honor, the Game itself. How dare he! How dare he use him like that? Befriend him, make him trust him, only to lust after the same thing all the others had wanted. Something Mac had never wanted for himself. The anger, the betrayal was choking him. He spun, trying to move in close where his greater body mass gave him an advantage, deliberately letting the older man cut into his ribs as he pushed him back until they hit the wall hard enough to knock the breath from them both.
Amazing, isn't it? Now go here and have fun.
Author's website: Maygra's Musings
MacGeorge’s Madness