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Title: Brothers at Play: Joy
Rating: R (sorry only implied sex)
Characters: Methos/Duncan
Warnings: Slash
A/N: This part is almost the complete opposite of the last bit. But Duncan refused to let things go the way I wanted them too. Kronos will be back in the next part.
Methos awoke with a start pushing himself violently away from the hands that had settled on his arms. In the moment between waking and awareness he could taste his own blood and smell the smoke from the fire. Kronos’ laugh rang in his ears.
“Methos! It’s me, it’s Duncan.” The highlander let him go but still hovered over him looking concerned. Brow furrowed as it often did when Mac was trying to figure out just what to do.
Blinking, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, Methos relaxed slightly. Just a dream. Damn it but he hadn’t dreamed of that in centuries. Oh how he used to love those play sessions when the pain alighted ever nerve leaving him with out the breath to scream. “Did I wake you, Mac?” He asked sitting up and pushing the thoughts from his mind. Blood and death had no room in MacLeod’s bed. Of that he was certain.
Duncan shook his head, leaning back against the headboard. “I couldn’t sleep anyways. You were trashing in your sleep. Almost kicked me out of bed.” He smiled slightly inviting Methos to see the humor in him kicking the man out of his own bed.
“Well if you didn’t take up the whole bloody thing.” Methos muttered, grateful for the shield of humor. Duncan and he hadn’t been lovers near long enough for him to even consider revealing even part of his nightmares.
“You still the covers.” Duncan pointed out whacking him on the head with a pillow.
“What’s with you and hitting me over the head with things?” Methos grumbled grabbing the pillow and lying back down with it. He’d teach Duncan to hit him with a perfectly good pillow.
Duncan pulled at the pillow. “That’s my pillow.” He complained. Methos couldn’t see his face but he could almost ‘hear’ the puppy dog look.
“Shouldn’t of hit me with it.” He told Mac, pulling the blankets back over him. Methos smirked slightly knowing what would happen next.
“Methos…”
“Don’t whine Duncan, it’s embarrassing at your age.” The smirked was turning into a smile but he hid it in the pillow.
There was a moment of silence. Then Duncan’s fingers attacked his ribs, the larger man leaning over him. “Gonna give me my pillow back?”
Methos bit his bottom lip to stop from laughing. He hated being tickled, if only because he couldn’t control he’s movements and laughter. Squirming he tried to get away from Duncan’s tickling fingers. “My pillow.”
“Well it’s my bed!” Duncan shot back, fingers moving up to his lovers arm pits. Enjoying making Methos squirm and writhe as the laughter burst from him. With a short laugh, Duncan grabbed for his pillow snatching it back then giving a cry of triumph.
His head hit the bottom pillow and Methos smiled up thoughtfully at his lover. Laughter held a big part in Mac’s and his bed. It wasn’t the first time he’d laughed in bed with a lover, but with a man it had never been this….joyful. His smile turned into a grin as Duncan leaned over him for a playful kiss.
Joyful was very good.
Rating: R (sorry only implied sex)
Characters: Methos/Duncan
Warnings: Slash
A/N: This part is almost the complete opposite of the last bit. But Duncan refused to let things go the way I wanted them too. Kronos will be back in the next part.
Methos awoke with a start pushing himself violently away from the hands that had settled on his arms. In the moment between waking and awareness he could taste his own blood and smell the smoke from the fire. Kronos’ laugh rang in his ears.
“Methos! It’s me, it’s Duncan.” The highlander let him go but still hovered over him looking concerned. Brow furrowed as it often did when Mac was trying to figure out just what to do.
Blinking, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, Methos relaxed slightly. Just a dream. Damn it but he hadn’t dreamed of that in centuries. Oh how he used to love those play sessions when the pain alighted ever nerve leaving him with out the breath to scream. “Did I wake you, Mac?” He asked sitting up and pushing the thoughts from his mind. Blood and death had no room in MacLeod’s bed. Of that he was certain.
Duncan shook his head, leaning back against the headboard. “I couldn’t sleep anyways. You were trashing in your sleep. Almost kicked me out of bed.” He smiled slightly inviting Methos to see the humor in him kicking the man out of his own bed.
“Well if you didn’t take up the whole bloody thing.” Methos muttered, grateful for the shield of humor. Duncan and he hadn’t been lovers near long enough for him to even consider revealing even part of his nightmares.
“You still the covers.” Duncan pointed out whacking him on the head with a pillow.
“What’s with you and hitting me over the head with things?” Methos grumbled grabbing the pillow and lying back down with it. He’d teach Duncan to hit him with a perfectly good pillow.
Duncan pulled at the pillow. “That’s my pillow.” He complained. Methos couldn’t see his face but he could almost ‘hear’ the puppy dog look.
“Shouldn’t of hit me with it.” He told Mac, pulling the blankets back over him. Methos smirked slightly knowing what would happen next.
“Methos…”
“Don’t whine Duncan, it’s embarrassing at your age.” The smirked was turning into a smile but he hid it in the pillow.
There was a moment of silence. Then Duncan’s fingers attacked his ribs, the larger man leaning over him. “Gonna give me my pillow back?”
Methos bit his bottom lip to stop from laughing. He hated being tickled, if only because he couldn’t control he’s movements and laughter. Squirming he tried to get away from Duncan’s tickling fingers. “My pillow.”
“Well it’s my bed!” Duncan shot back, fingers moving up to his lovers arm pits. Enjoying making Methos squirm and writhe as the laughter burst from him. With a short laugh, Duncan grabbed for his pillow snatching it back then giving a cry of triumph.
His head hit the bottom pillow and Methos smiled up thoughtfully at his lover. Laughter held a big part in Mac’s and his bed. It wasn’t the first time he’d laughed in bed with a lover, but with a man it had never been this….joyful. His smile turned into a grin as Duncan leaned over him for a playful kiss.
Joyful was very good.