Fic: Arrangements M/K
Hi, here's my first ever HL fic, and my first time writing a sex scene (mild, in my opinion) in any fandom. Please be kind. ;)
Title: Arrangements
Pairing :Methos/Kronos
Author: jbfrancis
Rating: R for semi-graphic m/m sex.
Warnings: I have a twisted sense of humor, but generally not a violent one. :)
The sounds Methos made were down-right undignified for ‘Death of the Horsemen’. No slave who’d overheard his lilting-moans of pleasure, a veritable opera of shameless whores’-song, would have been allowed to live out the following day. He didn’t care, there were no slaves to hear his lust filled night-music, as the horsemen were traveling fast and light for the moment. He wouldn’t have cared if his own mother, whoever or whatever she had been, was an audience to his writhing, bucking, grinding dance on the fur bedding, utterly enraptured by the orchestra of sexual pleasure that was his beloved brother Kronos.
Kronos, who gave lyrics to Methos’ moaning music as he caressed, stroked, and teased, conducting their duet with so much more than just his full, hard cock inside Methos. Head thrown back in ecstasy, sheened in sweat from the heat of both their dance and the campfire at their feet, words oozed, dripped, spurted from his grinning lips, eloquent and charismatic even lost as he was in primal urges. “Yes, yees, brother, sing for me, make the music of my taking you. The song of my body in yours, the drum-beats of our flesh meeting, yessss….”
And with a sudden increase in tempo, Kronos arched his back, bowed his head, and reached crescendo with howls only slightly muffled in his brothers’ neck. Gasping in delirious delight, his head lolled to the left, where his gaze met - Caspian’s irritated- beyond-belief eyes.
“Bravo”, Caspian sneered with a sarcasm obviously learned under Methos. He lay on his own fur bedding, directly beside Kronos’, head propped on hand. “Are you done yet?? Can the rest of actually get some sleep now??!
Methos laughed breathlessly, captured Kronos’ eyes, and directed both his brother’s attention with a downward flick of his own. Far from being done, Methos was ready to start the next chorus. Giving Caspian a sly grin, Kronos obediently slid down Methos’ body to begin an expert performance upon that most impressive organ.
Caspian snorted in disgust, but did not bother turning his eyes away. Unlike Silas, whose bed was on the other side of Methos. The large man lay facing away, holding folded furs over his free ear and growling his own multi-lingual brand of obscenities to himself.
Because of the noise of their constant bickering, Methos and Kronos forbid Silas and Caspian from sleeping next to each other. Silas however, could not see that this arrangement was really an improvement.
The end.
Title: Arrangements
Pairing :Methos/Kronos
Author: jbfrancis
Rating: R for semi-graphic m/m sex.
Warnings: I have a twisted sense of humor, but generally not a violent one. :)
The sounds Methos made were down-right undignified for ‘Death of the Horsemen’. No slave who’d overheard his lilting-moans of pleasure, a veritable opera of shameless whores’-song, would have been allowed to live out the following day. He didn’t care, there were no slaves to hear his lust filled night-music, as the horsemen were traveling fast and light for the moment. He wouldn’t have cared if his own mother, whoever or whatever she had been, was an audience to his writhing, bucking, grinding dance on the fur bedding, utterly enraptured by the orchestra of sexual pleasure that was his beloved brother Kronos.
Kronos, who gave lyrics to Methos’ moaning music as he caressed, stroked, and teased, conducting their duet with so much more than just his full, hard cock inside Methos. Head thrown back in ecstasy, sheened in sweat from the heat of both their dance and the campfire at their feet, words oozed, dripped, spurted from his grinning lips, eloquent and charismatic even lost as he was in primal urges. “Yes, yees, brother, sing for me, make the music of my taking you. The song of my body in yours, the drum-beats of our flesh meeting, yessss….”
And with a sudden increase in tempo, Kronos arched his back, bowed his head, and reached crescendo with howls only slightly muffled in his brothers’ neck. Gasping in delirious delight, his head lolled to the left, where his gaze met - Caspian’s irritated- beyond-belief eyes.
“Bravo”, Caspian sneered with a sarcasm obviously learned under Methos. He lay on his own fur bedding, directly beside Kronos’, head propped on hand. “Are you done yet?? Can the rest of actually get some sleep now??!
Methos laughed breathlessly, captured Kronos’ eyes, and directed both his brother’s attention with a downward flick of his own. Far from being done, Methos was ready to start the next chorus. Giving Caspian a sly grin, Kronos obediently slid down Methos’ body to begin an expert performance upon that most impressive organ.
Caspian snorted in disgust, but did not bother turning his eyes away. Unlike Silas, whose bed was on the other side of Methos. The large man lay facing away, holding folded furs over his free ear and growling his own multi-lingual brand of obscenities to himself.
Because of the noise of their constant bickering, Methos and Kronos forbid Silas and Caspian from sleeping next to each other. Silas however, could not see that this arrangement was really an improvement.
The end.