sparklebutch

Title: Pitch Dark
Fandom: Highlander
Pairing: Methos/Kronos
Summary: Kissage

Methos' tongue, lying and deceptive and untrustworthy. Wet and strong and undulating, pushing itself into Kronos' mouth. He keeps his eyes open in the kiss, tries to never let Methos out of his sights. Tastes like sweet honey and beer and meat, and feels like something so soft behind the rough kiss and the battle to throw Kronos off, to confuse him; Kronos wants to find that softness behind the Methos he knows, but he doesn't want to, not really. He's not afraid of it, not him, because he's never afraid, not of anything, and least of all the softer things. He only wants to find the vulnerable spot in Methos. He only wants to never see the vulnerable spot in Methos.

Methos' tongue sneaking out of his mouth and the warmth of him disappears, and Kronos keeps his eyes open to keep track, to know where Methos is heading; Methos smiles at him, secret and promising, and turns on his knees and blows the candle out.

The tent is pitch dark now and Kronos doesn't see a thing.