kissing ficlets: Methos/Caspian
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Title: Make Peace
Fandom: Highlander
Characters: Methos, Caspian
Summary: first kiss challenge
Request:
mallyns, Methos/Caspian
It's really Kronos who wanted them to get along. Methos and Caspian sulked, growled, ranted - and then made an attempt.
They sat facing each other on a mat in Kronos' tent, a bowl of fruit between them. That was already a bad start.
"You will not share in my food," Caspian growled.
"Your food is disgusting," Methos said icily.
Caspian took offence to that, and a short but extremely violent scuffle ensued.
"You should've taken Silas as a slave, not a brother," Caspian mocked, and Methos pulled out a sword.
It took Kronos his coldest glare and two buckets of water to break them apart.
Another attempt was made, after Kronos said what could nowadays be translated as "Oh, just kiss and make up". The original version is far more colourful and the verb doesn't mean, precisely, kiss.
But it was a good place to start.
Hesitant and still suspicious, as only two well-armed serial mass murderers could be, Caspian and Methos leaned towards each other, keeping an eye open for sudden movements, and finally met in a kiss. Both with their hands still on their daggers, they deepened their ministrations, letting lips open and tongue duel with tongue.
And broke apart.
"You taste of snails and raw human flesh," Methos complained.
"And you taste of that slave-woman!" Caspian dared him. Methos, furious, attacked; Silas, who was waiting right outside, was ready to jump in and be rid of Caspian once and for all, when Kronos returned and instilled, if not peace, than an uneasy truce.
But he never asked them to get along again.
Fandom: Highlander
Characters: Methos, Caspian
Summary: first kiss challenge
Request:
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It's really Kronos who wanted them to get along. Methos and Caspian sulked, growled, ranted - and then made an attempt.
They sat facing each other on a mat in Kronos' tent, a bowl of fruit between them. That was already a bad start.
"You will not share in my food," Caspian growled.
"Your food is disgusting," Methos said icily.
Caspian took offence to that, and a short but extremely violent scuffle ensued.
"You should've taken Silas as a slave, not a brother," Caspian mocked, and Methos pulled out a sword.
It took Kronos his coldest glare and two buckets of water to break them apart.
Another attempt was made, after Kronos said what could nowadays be translated as "Oh, just kiss and make up". The original version is far more colourful and the verb doesn't mean, precisely, kiss.
But it was a good place to start.
Hesitant and still suspicious, as only two well-armed serial mass murderers could be, Caspian and Methos leaned towards each other, keeping an eye open for sudden movements, and finally met in a kiss. Both with their hands still on their daggers, they deepened their ministrations, letting lips open and tongue duel with tongue.
And broke apart.
"You taste of snails and raw human flesh," Methos complained.
"And you taste of that slave-woman!" Caspian dared him. Methos, furious, attacked; Silas, who was waiting right outside, was ready to jump in and be rid of Caspian once and for all, when Kronos returned and instilled, if not peace, than an uneasy truce.
But he never asked them to get along again.
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Date: 2007-05-26 03:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-26 03:27 pm (UTC):) Thank you.
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Date: 2007-05-26 07:09 pm (UTC)Thanks again for writting me this.
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Date: 2007-05-26 07:18 pm (UTC)And I'm glad you enjoyed the outcome.
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Date: 2007-05-26 10:32 pm (UTC)That was very good. I'm a little concerned that I'm enjoying fic about people who eat people. Although I guess if it showed actual eating I wouldn't enjoy it, so maybe there's hope for me yet.
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Date: 2007-05-26 10:35 pm (UTC)And re writing more detailed - do not tempt me.
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Date: 2007-05-27 12:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-27 12:25 am (UTC)I love the silly boys, all four.