Leaning with the Turns by Aristide
Title: Leaning with the Turns
Author: Arístide - cimmerians
Pairing: D/M - NC-17
Why this must be read: What I really, really like about this story is the way everything escalate from a simple dare. But then, we are talking about Duncan and Methos. And when those two and simple were together? Each of them are being just...them. Until Methos seduce Duncan... or maybe, this is not the way things really happen. Maybe there is more going on in here. But you'll need to read to know *g*
But, what about a little taste?:
Leave it to Methos to find a way to shift the insult so that it could poke him in a new and unexpected place. Duncan sat up straighter on the couch. "Didn't know I had it.... Methos, is this your not-so-subtle way of suggesting that I'm dull?"
Methos rolled his eyes, and Duncan tried hard to remember if he'd ever found that particular gesture as deeply annoying when done by anyone else. "Don't waste time being outraged, Mac. No, you're passionate enough, when the right kind of injustice is applied like a red flag in front of a bull--"
"You do." He heard the affront in his own voice and regretted it at once, but he couldn't seem to help it. "You do think I'm dull." His cheeks were hot again, but with pique this time, rather than embarrassment.
Methos smiled and arched his brows, saying nothing. Something in Duncan's lower stomach prodded at him, and he realized with a sinking sense of dismay that no, he hadn't learned his lesson about how to ignore those little unspoken challenges that Methos seemed to manifest so innocently. He frowned. "I'm not dull."
"I never said that you were." Revolting, absolutely revolting, that temperate placidity.
"But you think I am."
"This is not about dullness, MacLeod." Methos had slipped into lecture mode, yet another of his myriad irritating habits. "I simply said that I wasn't used to seeing you do something...reckless. It was...unexpected. That's all."
To be struck with the idea that he didn't know Methos very well...that he was used to; that was familiar. But this sudden suspicion that Methos didn't know him very well...that was new. New and surprisingly disappointing. "I do lots of reckless things."
Only one arched eyebrow, this time. "Indeed."
"Yes, indeed, you git. I do. Adventures, you know, and the like..." He trailed off, knowing that there had to be hundreds of examples he could use to illustrate his point, but somehow none of them fit. Everything he could think of seemed to be tinged with a kind of chest-beating, swashbuckling flavor that made him feel vaguely...silly. "I'm like that," he insisted at last, knowing he wasn't getting what he was going for, here, but Methos kept looking at him expectantly, and he felt like he had to say something. "Adventurous--reckless, if you like."
Methos seemed to find the entire conversation endlessly fascinating. That in and of itself was a clear indicator of trouble, but God help him, he had no idea how to put a stop to it. He certainly couldn't back down.
And now, as this story is in "Futures Without End", I'm gonna link you to the front page, as that's the way the editors prefer. Once there, choose Issue III, and you'll be there. and, as you are already there... why no just read everything? :)
Author: Arístide - cimmerians
Pairing: D/M - NC-17
Why this must be read: What I really, really like about this story is the way everything escalate from a simple dare. But then, we are talking about Duncan and Methos. And when those two and simple were together? Each of them are being just...them. Until Methos seduce Duncan... or maybe, this is not the way things really happen. Maybe there is more going on in here. But you'll need to read to know *g*
But, what about a little taste?:
Leave it to Methos to find a way to shift the insult so that it could poke him in a new and unexpected place. Duncan sat up straighter on the couch. "Didn't know I had it.... Methos, is this your not-so-subtle way of suggesting that I'm dull?"
Methos rolled his eyes, and Duncan tried hard to remember if he'd ever found that particular gesture as deeply annoying when done by anyone else. "Don't waste time being outraged, Mac. No, you're passionate enough, when the right kind of injustice is applied like a red flag in front of a bull--"
"You do." He heard the affront in his own voice and regretted it at once, but he couldn't seem to help it. "You do think I'm dull." His cheeks were hot again, but with pique this time, rather than embarrassment.
Methos smiled and arched his brows, saying nothing. Something in Duncan's lower stomach prodded at him, and he realized with a sinking sense of dismay that no, he hadn't learned his lesson about how to ignore those little unspoken challenges that Methos seemed to manifest so innocently. He frowned. "I'm not dull."
"I never said that you were." Revolting, absolutely revolting, that temperate placidity.
"But you think I am."
"This is not about dullness, MacLeod." Methos had slipped into lecture mode, yet another of his myriad irritating habits. "I simply said that I wasn't used to seeing you do something...reckless. It was...unexpected. That's all."
To be struck with the idea that he didn't know Methos very well...that he was used to; that was familiar. But this sudden suspicion that Methos didn't know him very well...that was new. New and surprisingly disappointing. "I do lots of reckless things."
Only one arched eyebrow, this time. "Indeed."
"Yes, indeed, you git. I do. Adventures, you know, and the like..." He trailed off, knowing that there had to be hundreds of examples he could use to illustrate his point, but somehow none of them fit. Everything he could think of seemed to be tinged with a kind of chest-beating, swashbuckling flavor that made him feel vaguely...silly. "I'm like that," he insisted at last, knowing he wasn't getting what he was going for, here, but Methos kept looking at him expectantly, and he felt like he had to say something. "Adventurous--reckless, if you like."
Methos seemed to find the entire conversation endlessly fascinating. That in and of itself was a clear indicator of trouble, but God help him, he had no idea how to put a stop to it. He certainly couldn't back down.
And now, as this story is in "Futures Without End", I'm gonna link you to the front page, as that's the way the editors prefer. Once there, choose Issue III, and you'll be there. and, as you are already there... why no just read everything? :)