Ficlet: "Give"

Title: Give
Fandom: Highlander
Summary: Kronos' first time... at *something*
Thanks: to Cat and Cali


They were kissing, feeling each other, Kronos' hand caressing Methos' face, and Methos' hand grasping Kronos' shoulder. They held onto each other as if they could never tire of this, with the fervour of something that was still new, with thirst unquenched. They had been doing so for many a night, moving against each other on the furs, moving in the darkness, pressing so close with nothing between them but skin against skin and sweat against sweat, wanting to be so close to each other that nothing could come between them. And with this, with lips on lips, pelvis on pelvis, they let desire turn them into one.

And then one night, when hands wandered, Methos' hand snuck lower, closer, fingers dipping - and Kronos, who knew this was only done with slaves, and this was done with women - but Methos' hand felt so sure, felt so good -

"Wait." Kronos lay a hand to stop Methos' wandering, searching own. "What are you doing?"

"I only wish to pleasure you, brother," Methos said soothingly. "Trust me. You will not regret allowing me to do this."

There was silence, for a moment, two moments, long moments; the flames' dance left a haunting play of shadows on the wall.

And Kronos went along...

Years later, betrayal. And then eons of anguish, and of mourning, and of cold. And not once throughout... did Kronos regret.


[end]

Fic: "Thorns"

Title: Thorns
Pairing: Devil/God
Note: From Brimstone:
[About roses] The Devil: Did you know, the thorns were originally my idea?
(Quote: IMDB)



"Roses."

"How... human."

"It's romantic."

The Devil surveyed the bouquet, and the Being who was giving it. God looked at him, eyes shining bright - as if they could ever be anything but. There was something almost shy about Him, like He was about to duck His head, shuffle His foot. A token; despite the Fall, despite the job given, Lucifer was still His favourite, still His Loved One. He wanted to convey that. With roses.

"Beautiful."

"They're from the Garden."

The Devil paused. "Is that the same Garden I'm no longer allowed into?" he inquired politely, sweetly. God flinched.

"There are rules."

"Yes, there are rules," the Devil agreed.

They stood there, awkward, while the world changed around them...Plants evolved.

"Thorns," said Lucifer. "Now there's an idea."

[end]

Fic: "Ye Of Faith"

Title: Ye Of Faith
Fandom: Buffy/Brimstone
Note: From Brimstone:
Ezekiel Stone: Do you know anything about faith?
The Devil: Faith? I was present at its creation.
(Quote: IMDB)


Dark-haired beauty, danger in every corded muscle of her war-machine body. She's here to serve light; here to aid the fight against darkness. She's also a killer, cold-blooded, single-minded and for all intents and purposes, she's here to slaughter.

The Devil smiles, as does God. A group of long-dead priests stand stiffly around a cauldron and chant, and chant. Their words are ancient, dormant like dry bones under the dust of the desert. They swirl in the air, the words do, like smoke. The Devil's eyes sparkle green. God's shine in gold.

A slayer is born.

"Faith be thy name."

[100]

Do you know John Inman?

I love John Inman. IMDB says:

On 27 December 2005 Inman entered into a civil partnership with his partner of 33 years, Ron Lynch, in Westminster under a new British law giving official recognition to same sex relationships, which had come into effect the week before.

ETA from unovis_lj: A short article with a photo of the happy couple :)