Drabble: First Kiss (Highlander/Historical, Methos/Attila, FRT-13)

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The first kiss they shared came right after a huge fight. It was filled with the taste of blood and adrenaline, life and death.

Attila had noticed the stranger before, had noticed the way he always seemed to look over his shoulder, as if he was being followed by dark ghosts of his pasts. He had noticed how the stranger managed to blend into the crowd, remain unnoticed. He had noticed the dark hair, the brown eyes, the unnaturally pale complexion – the way he bent his head in amusement, as if he didn’t want the others to see him smile.

The stranger had intrigued him before, and after seeing him fight, calculating every single move, this feeling had only grown.

And then the fight was over, and they had faced each other.

Blood was dripping, hitting metal and leather in unnaturally loud splatters, while the rest of all sounds seemed strangely muted, as if the whole world was grieving for the dead. Attila felt his chest raising and falling rapidly, sweat was cooling on his body, running through the dirt, dripping with the blood. He didn’t feel any pain, knowing that he’d won this fight, but he knew that it would come, later.

The stranger – of course Attila knew his name, but it still seemed appropriate to address the man in this way – was in the same condition he was in. His clothes were ripped, his armor broken, but he seemed uninjured. He was looking down when Attila stepped up to him, his fingers on the hilt of his sword by his side tightening briefly, and when he looked up, Attila could see the wild triumph in those eyes, and the almost arrogant smirk.

They didn’t talk, not that first time. Attila simply reached out and tangled a hand in the sweaty mass of dark hair at the back of the stranger’s head, pulling him close and crushing their lips together, and the stranger followed his lead and kissed back with equal strength and fervor.

Attila smiled.

He had won another battle.