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kathierif_fic) wrote2010-08-23 11:22 pm
kathierif_fic) wrote2010-08-23 11:22 pm
Fic: The Big Bang (Highlander, Amanda/Methos/Duncan MacLeod, FRAO)
Title: The Big Bang
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kathierif_fic
Fandom: Highlander
Pairing: Amanda/Duncan MacLeod/Methos
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: threesomes, het, slash, that kind of thing?
Word Count: 1311
Summary: He went and found Methos and Amanda after the Quickening.
Author’s Notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo, prompt “electricity”.
He went and found Methos and Amanda after it had been done. It wasn’t that they made it hard for him to track them down – he suspected they were expecting him, looking ragged and exhausted, his knees trembling with adrenaline and his skin prickling with the left-over electricity from the Quickening.
They knew how he was feeling; they had both gone through the same thing themselves and would do so again and again, until they were defeated in battle, which, he hoped, wouldn’t happen for a really long time – something like forever was okay with him there.
Neither of them asked any questions.
When he stumbled into the apartment – empty besides the bed, he noticed without really paying attention to the details – they just welcomed him with open arms. He exhaled shakily and let his coat slip from his shoulders. It hit the floor with a dull sound, metal on hardwood floor, probably not all that good for the blade of his katana, but that was a problem he dismissed right now – something he could deal with later.
Right now, there were other things that were more important.
Things like Amanda, who gave him a seductive smile and leaned back on her elbows, the invitation as clear as if spoken aloud.
The electricity prickled against his skin from the inside, heated his blood and made it flow faster through his veins. His cock, already half-hard from the fight, hardened even more in his slacks, hard and full and prickling with energy just like the rest of his body.
His eyes followed the pale length of Amanda’s legs, from her ankles along her calves and knees and thighs, until the black material of her short skirt stopped his view. He noticed every detail, every clean sharp line of her sinewy body, in stark contrast, as if he was looking at an over-exposed, old-fashioned and over-developed photograph.
His cock throbbed, and he groaned, a sound that was ripped from a place deep in him, a place that was rapidly overloading and threatening to rip him apart in a gigantic electrical explosion.
Someone was behind him – Methos, who had opened the door for him and had locked it behind him, always careful, but he wasn’t in the mood for careful now, not with the Quickening still moving under his skin.
With some difficulty, he turned his eyes away from Amanda’s legs and toward Methos.
Dressed in jeans and a soft t-shirt, the features of his face were as sharp in contrast as Amanda’s legs had been.
More electricity crackled along his nerve endings and synapses, electricity and lust, and he reached out, closed his hand around Methos’ wrist and yanked him close.
Sparks flew.
Both of them gasped – he from the arousing feeling of having Methos’ lithe body pressed against his cock, Methos from surprise – but then, Methos’ hand came to rest on the prominent bulge in his pants and he squeezed teasingly.
His hips involuntarily snapped forward, seeking out more friction, more contact with this elegant, long-fingered hand he’d admired since their first meeting, and he curled his own hands – broad, strong hands, perfect for wielding a sword – into Methos’ shoulders and pulled him into a deep kiss.
Methos gave as good as he got, his tongue stroking along his and his teeth tugging on his bottom lip. The kiss tasted like ozone and mint and spices, an electrifying mixture he couldn’t get enough of.
He felt Methos’ hands work on his belt, unhook it and pull it apart, then the knuckles of Methos’ hands brushed against his bare stomach, and he sucked in a shocked breath.
His pants fell around his ankles, a whisper of fabric against his oversensitive skin, quickly followed by his underwear, wrestled over his cock, hard and wet at the tip. Methos’ hand closed around his length, cool against his overheated skin, the grip tight enough to stop the electricity still crawling along his skin and fill him with desperation and the burning with to come.
Everything around him was still cast in too stark a relief to be real, and he felt as if he was caught in a series of photographs – he caught snapshots of what was going on around him, but he was unable to make those snapshots come together and form a continuous movement.
Methos bit the tip of his tongue. The sharp pain raced along his body and joined the electricity, and he groaned roughly, a sound that was ripped from deep within him and turned into a whimper when Methos pulled away from him.
He reached for the other Immortal again, but the old man was quick, and he was strong – too strong to fight for long, and so he didn’t protest when Methos’ hands on his shoulders turned him around and gave him a push toward Amanda.
He stumbled over the tangled mess of his pants around his ankles and quickly kicked them off before crawling on the bed and between her spread legs.
More sparks flew when his hands, rough and clumsy, touched her leg.
He couldn’t wait any longer.
Pushing up her skirt around her hips and her underwear aside, he sank into her, a groan falling off his lips and mingling with hers.
Her fingers splayed over his hips, cool and strong, stilling him and keeping him trapped within her, and he rested his forehead against her soft breasts and panted while energy crackled along his skin, pushing it from the inside, pulling from the outside, and then long fingers were on his ass and stretching him open.
By the time Methos slid slowly into him, he felt as if he was dying from cardiac arrest any moment now, overwhelmed by everything he was feeling and helpless. He started moving when their hands on his hips urged him to do so, and once he started, he couldn’t stop.
Flesh moved against flesh. His breathing was moist and labored against Amanda’s breasts, her nails sharp against his scalp where she’d wrapped her fingers into his hair. Methos’ fingers pressed bruises into his hip, his thrusts pushed him into Amanda, who gripped him with her internal muscles and massaged his length, bringing both of them closer and closer to the edge.
The electricity moved faster along his nerves and its paths along his skin, faster and faster, concentrating on his lower body, its intensity growing and growing until he reached a breaking point and it became too much.
Too much arousal.
Too much adrenaline.
Too much electricity.
The light bulb of the lamp exploded in a shower of sparks and glass shards as his hips twitched helplessly, riding out his orgasm. Dimly, he was aware of Amanda reaching down, slim fingers squirming between them and touching herself, finishing herself off, and Methos reaching his own orgasm, his thrusts slowing and finally stilling.
He was flowing on a cloud, limbs heavy and still, the energy from the Quickening finally settling.
“Duncan? You all right?” Amanda asked softly, her lips pressed against his forehead. He murmured an affirmative and kissed her breast briefly.
They had never taken off their shirts, he realized slowly as Methos pulled out of him and shifted to the side. Duncan rolled off Amanda and curled up on her other side, eyes already half-closed as exhaustion swept through him, like a wave of water that was putting out the fire of the electricity still in him.
“What are you thinking?” Amanda asked Methos in a soft murmur. Methos had crossed his arms behind his head and was staring up at the remains of the lamp.
His lips twitched slowly into a wry smile.
“He,” he said slowly and brushed glass shards off the bed, “definitely went out with a bang there.”
She grinned and allowed herself to relax back into the pillows as she agreed, “A big bang.”
~end.
Author:
kathierif_ficFandom: Highlander
Pairing: Amanda/Duncan MacLeod/Methos
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: threesomes, het, slash, that kind of thing?
Word Count: 1311
Summary: He went and found Methos and Amanda after the Quickening.
Author’s Notes: Written for
kink_bingo, prompt “electricity”. He went and found Methos and Amanda after it had been done. It wasn’t that they made it hard for him to track them down – he suspected they were expecting him, looking ragged and exhausted, his knees trembling with adrenaline and his skin prickling with the left-over electricity from the Quickening.
They knew how he was feeling; they had both gone through the same thing themselves and would do so again and again, until they were defeated in battle, which, he hoped, wouldn’t happen for a really long time – something like forever was okay with him there.
Neither of them asked any questions.
When he stumbled into the apartment – empty besides the bed, he noticed without really paying attention to the details – they just welcomed him with open arms. He exhaled shakily and let his coat slip from his shoulders. It hit the floor with a dull sound, metal on hardwood floor, probably not all that good for the blade of his katana, but that was a problem he dismissed right now – something he could deal with later.
Right now, there were other things that were more important.
Things like Amanda, who gave him a seductive smile and leaned back on her elbows, the invitation as clear as if spoken aloud.
The electricity prickled against his skin from the inside, heated his blood and made it flow faster through his veins. His cock, already half-hard from the fight, hardened even more in his slacks, hard and full and prickling with energy just like the rest of his body.
His eyes followed the pale length of Amanda’s legs, from her ankles along her calves and knees and thighs, until the black material of her short skirt stopped his view. He noticed every detail, every clean sharp line of her sinewy body, in stark contrast, as if he was looking at an over-exposed, old-fashioned and over-developed photograph.
His cock throbbed, and he groaned, a sound that was ripped from a place deep in him, a place that was rapidly overloading and threatening to rip him apart in a gigantic electrical explosion.
Someone was behind him – Methos, who had opened the door for him and had locked it behind him, always careful, but he wasn’t in the mood for careful now, not with the Quickening still moving under his skin.
With some difficulty, he turned his eyes away from Amanda’s legs and toward Methos.
Dressed in jeans and a soft t-shirt, the features of his face were as sharp in contrast as Amanda’s legs had been.
More electricity crackled along his nerve endings and synapses, electricity and lust, and he reached out, closed his hand around Methos’ wrist and yanked him close.
Sparks flew.
Both of them gasped – he from the arousing feeling of having Methos’ lithe body pressed against his cock, Methos from surprise – but then, Methos’ hand came to rest on the prominent bulge in his pants and he squeezed teasingly.
His hips involuntarily snapped forward, seeking out more friction, more contact with this elegant, long-fingered hand he’d admired since their first meeting, and he curled his own hands – broad, strong hands, perfect for wielding a sword – into Methos’ shoulders and pulled him into a deep kiss.
Methos gave as good as he got, his tongue stroking along his and his teeth tugging on his bottom lip. The kiss tasted like ozone and mint and spices, an electrifying mixture he couldn’t get enough of.
He felt Methos’ hands work on his belt, unhook it and pull it apart, then the knuckles of Methos’ hands brushed against his bare stomach, and he sucked in a shocked breath.
His pants fell around his ankles, a whisper of fabric against his oversensitive skin, quickly followed by his underwear, wrestled over his cock, hard and wet at the tip. Methos’ hand closed around his length, cool against his overheated skin, the grip tight enough to stop the electricity still crawling along his skin and fill him with desperation and the burning with to come.
Everything around him was still cast in too stark a relief to be real, and he felt as if he was caught in a series of photographs – he caught snapshots of what was going on around him, but he was unable to make those snapshots come together and form a continuous movement.
Methos bit the tip of his tongue. The sharp pain raced along his body and joined the electricity, and he groaned roughly, a sound that was ripped from deep within him and turned into a whimper when Methos pulled away from him.
He reached for the other Immortal again, but the old man was quick, and he was strong – too strong to fight for long, and so he didn’t protest when Methos’ hands on his shoulders turned him around and gave him a push toward Amanda.
He stumbled over the tangled mess of his pants around his ankles and quickly kicked them off before crawling on the bed and between her spread legs.
More sparks flew when his hands, rough and clumsy, touched her leg.
He couldn’t wait any longer.
Pushing up her skirt around her hips and her underwear aside, he sank into her, a groan falling off his lips and mingling with hers.
Her fingers splayed over his hips, cool and strong, stilling him and keeping him trapped within her, and he rested his forehead against her soft breasts and panted while energy crackled along his skin, pushing it from the inside, pulling from the outside, and then long fingers were on his ass and stretching him open.
By the time Methos slid slowly into him, he felt as if he was dying from cardiac arrest any moment now, overwhelmed by everything he was feeling and helpless. He started moving when their hands on his hips urged him to do so, and once he started, he couldn’t stop.
Flesh moved against flesh. His breathing was moist and labored against Amanda’s breasts, her nails sharp against his scalp where she’d wrapped her fingers into his hair. Methos’ fingers pressed bruises into his hip, his thrusts pushed him into Amanda, who gripped him with her internal muscles and massaged his length, bringing both of them closer and closer to the edge.
The electricity moved faster along his nerves and its paths along his skin, faster and faster, concentrating on his lower body, its intensity growing and growing until he reached a breaking point and it became too much.
Too much arousal.
Too much adrenaline.
Too much electricity.
The light bulb of the lamp exploded in a shower of sparks and glass shards as his hips twitched helplessly, riding out his orgasm. Dimly, he was aware of Amanda reaching down, slim fingers squirming between them and touching herself, finishing herself off, and Methos reaching his own orgasm, his thrusts slowing and finally stilling.
He was flowing on a cloud, limbs heavy and still, the energy from the Quickening finally settling.
“Duncan? You all right?” Amanda asked softly, her lips pressed against his forehead. He murmured an affirmative and kissed her breast briefly.
They had never taken off their shirts, he realized slowly as Methos pulled out of him and shifted to the side. Duncan rolled off Amanda and curled up on her other side, eyes already half-closed as exhaustion swept through him, like a wave of water that was putting out the fire of the electricity still in him.
“What are you thinking?” Amanda asked Methos in a soft murmur. Methos had crossed his arms behind his head and was staring up at the remains of the lamp.
His lips twitched slowly into a wry smile.
“He,” he said slowly and brushed glass shards off the bed, “definitely went out with a bang there.”
She grinned and allowed herself to relax back into the pillows as she agreed, “A big bang.”
~end.