And Hades Followed Him, by D.C. Decarnin
Title: And Hades Followed Him
Author: D. C. Decarnin
Pairing: D/M, NC17
Why this must be read:
This has been described as a brutal romance which is a very apt description. It takes place a few weeks after the events in Bordeaux with Duncan trying to come to terms with what he has learned about Methos and Methos trying to deal with his feelings for Duncan. When Duncan starts falling apart, Methos finally decides he has to be totally honest about his past and what led him to become a horseman. Be warned that there are some harrowing and violent sexual encounters, but these are not exactly what they seem. Despite the extreme violence at times, this is ultimately a wonderful story of the love between Duncan and Methos. Warnings for torture, extreme bdsm, and non-D/M pairing at one point (het). It all works within the story.
Story: And Hades Followed Him Part 1
Author's Website: The Garret
The Highlander turned his sad brown eyes on him, and Methos made the mistake of meeting them. Oh god.
"I want to understand."
"You can't." He was shaking inside from the combined assault of soft dark eyes and maroon-velvet voice, but nothing showed.
"Not if you won't explain."
"Just out of curiosity, MacLeod, would I have a chance of physically throwing you out of my apartment?"
MacLeod's feet moved apart subtly into his immovable fighting stance.
"Fuck," Methos said under his breath, this time in Sumerian, and walked into the living room. "Fuck," in Akkadian. "Fuck," in Minoan. "Fuck," in Phoenician. "Mi casa es tu casa," to MacLeod. "Apparently." Allah this was going to be hard. He draped himself in the corner of the huge downfilled white suede couch. "What is it exactly you want to know?"
He hadn't meant it to come out sounding so hopeless. Watch it watch it watch it --
Duncan dropped the greatcoat over a chair. He had on that loose-knit thing. Please... don't... Methos was spiralling into panic, like a virgin feeling the underpants come off. Why, in Inanna's name, why should he be so afraid?
Because he could deny MacLeod nothing? But MacLeod never asked for very much. Only his soul. His bitterly won knowledge. His heart's blood. Occasionally his head.
And now something more painful than any of those. His past. The memories he'd begun burying three thousand years ago, and that had come back just like Immortals risen maggot-eaten from the grave.
Author: D. C. Decarnin
Pairing: D/M, NC17
Why this must be read:
This has been described as a brutal romance which is a very apt description. It takes place a few weeks after the events in Bordeaux with Duncan trying to come to terms with what he has learned about Methos and Methos trying to deal with his feelings for Duncan. When Duncan starts falling apart, Methos finally decides he has to be totally honest about his past and what led him to become a horseman. Be warned that there are some harrowing and violent sexual encounters, but these are not exactly what they seem. Despite the extreme violence at times, this is ultimately a wonderful story of the love between Duncan and Methos. Warnings for torture, extreme bdsm, and non-D/M pairing at one point (het). It all works within the story.
Story: And Hades Followed Him Part 1
Author's Website: The Garret
The Highlander turned his sad brown eyes on him, and Methos made the mistake of meeting them. Oh god.
"I want to understand."
"You can't." He was shaking inside from the combined assault of soft dark eyes and maroon-velvet voice, but nothing showed.
"Not if you won't explain."
"Just out of curiosity, MacLeod, would I have a chance of physically throwing you out of my apartment?"
MacLeod's feet moved apart subtly into his immovable fighting stance.
"Fuck," Methos said under his breath, this time in Sumerian, and walked into the living room. "Fuck," in Akkadian. "Fuck," in Minoan. "Fuck," in Phoenician. "Mi casa es tu casa," to MacLeod. "Apparently." Allah this was going to be hard. He draped himself in the corner of the huge downfilled white suede couch. "What is it exactly you want to know?"
He hadn't meant it to come out sounding so hopeless. Watch it watch it watch it --
Duncan dropped the greatcoat over a chair. He had on that loose-knit thing. Please... don't... Methos was spiralling into panic, like a virgin feeling the underpants come off. Why, in Inanna's name, why should he be so afraid?
Because he could deny MacLeod nothing? But MacLeod never asked for very much. Only his soul. His bitterly won knowledge. His heart's blood. Occasionally his head.
And now something more painful than any of those. His past. The memories he'd begun burying three thousand years ago, and that had come back just like Immortals risen maggot-eaten from the grave.