Begin Again by The Lady of Shalot
Title: Begin Again
Author: The Lady of Shalott - astolat
Pairing: D/M - NC-17
Why this must be read: What we are gonna find here is a masterful Methos, and believe me, there is nothing better than that *g*
Duncan thinks he's ready for Methos, after all, how different this can be from make love to a woman? Well... he's gonna discover that is quite different, specially when the man is Methos.
Hot, characterization as good as you can get, some touches of angst to make it spicy and all the fun you always get when this two are together. Need I say this is a very well written story? Yeah, I thought so. After all, we're talking about The Lady :)
So, let's gonna have a look at the story
The problem, Duncan thought irritably, was that nothing involving Methos seemed to work out quite the way he wanted it to.
"Arthur was a jerk," Methos, sprawled improbably over a barstool, was telling Joe. "Christian king, my arse. The only reason he didn't do something about Guinevere and Lancelot sooner than he did is that he needed her as cover for his little affair with his sister. Oh yes," he added, as Joe stared at him, "that wasn't any one-time fling. They were sleeping together for years. The archbishop had to pretend not to know about it."
Duncan listened to Methos spin out his version of Camelot with half an ear. The club had closed down several hours before, and only the three of them remained, gathered around the bar. All night, Methos had acted as though nothing had happened the evening before beyond some heavy drinking, and annoyance had crept up on Duncan's initial relief. He'd spent the day fighting the urge to drink the imported beer in his fridge, half-frightened of coming to Joe's, unable to drive the memory out of his mind and Methos seemed completely unaffected. He glared down into his empty glass and filled it up again.
"Wait a second," Joe said, interrupting the continuing story. "Lancelot, Guinevere, and Mordred planned Arthur's death? Together?"
Methos nodded. "Lancelot wanted Guinevere, Guinevere wanted to avoid the stake, Mordred wanted the throne, and they all hated Arthur like poison."
"That's unbelievable." Joe shook his head. "You're serious?"
"Not at all," Methos said blandly.
"But how come--what did you just say?"
Methos was grinning broadly, his face crinkling up with amusement, and Duncan's chest squeezed tight with unexpected desire.
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And now, what about to go to Author's website: fanfic by astolat and have a good time?
Author: The Lady of Shalott - astolat
Pairing: D/M - NC-17
Why this must be read: What we are gonna find here is a masterful Methos, and believe me, there is nothing better than that *g*
Duncan thinks he's ready for Methos, after all, how different this can be from make love to a woman? Well... he's gonna discover that is quite different, specially when the man is Methos.
Hot, characterization as good as you can get, some touches of angst to make it spicy and all the fun you always get when this two are together. Need I say this is a very well written story? Yeah, I thought so. After all, we're talking about The Lady :)
So, let's gonna have a look at the story
The problem, Duncan thought irritably, was that nothing involving Methos seemed to work out quite the way he wanted it to.
"Arthur was a jerk," Methos, sprawled improbably over a barstool, was telling Joe. "Christian king, my arse. The only reason he didn't do something about Guinevere and Lancelot sooner than he did is that he needed her as cover for his little affair with his sister. Oh yes," he added, as Joe stared at him, "that wasn't any one-time fling. They were sleeping together for years. The archbishop had to pretend not to know about it."
Duncan listened to Methos spin out his version of Camelot with half an ear. The club had closed down several hours before, and only the three of them remained, gathered around the bar. All night, Methos had acted as though nothing had happened the evening before beyond some heavy drinking, and annoyance had crept up on Duncan's initial relief. He'd spent the day fighting the urge to drink the imported beer in his fridge, half-frightened of coming to Joe's, unable to drive the memory out of his mind and Methos seemed completely unaffected. He glared down into his empty glass and filled it up again.
"Wait a second," Joe said, interrupting the continuing story. "Lancelot, Guinevere, and Mordred planned Arthur's death? Together?"
Methos nodded. "Lancelot wanted Guinevere, Guinevere wanted to avoid the stake, Mordred wanted the throne, and they all hated Arthur like poison."
"That's unbelievable." Joe shook his head. "You're serious?"
"Not at all," Methos said blandly.
"But how come--what did you just say?"
Methos was grinning broadly, his face crinkling up with amusement, and Duncan's chest squeezed tight with unexpected desire.
:
And now, what about to go to Author's website: fanfic by astolat and have a good time?