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|Thursday, March 16th, 2006|
Hey if anyone still hangs out around here, I have a new Methos(/Kronos) vid. It's here
|Friday, August 12th, 2005|
|Saturday, June 4th, 2005|
Fic: Arrangements M/K
Hi, here's my first ever HL fic, and my first time writing a sex scene (mild, in my opinion) in any fandom. Please be kind. ;)
Rating: R for semi-graphic m/m sex.
Warnings: I have a twisted sense of humor, but generally not a violent one. :)
The sounds Methos made were down-right undignified for ‘Death of the Horsemen’. No slave who’d overheard his lilting-moans of pleasure, a veritable opera of shameless whores’-song, would have been allowed to live out the following day. He didn’t care, there were no slaves to hear his lust filled night-music, as the horsemen were traveling fast and light for the moment. He wouldn’t have cared if his own mother, whoever or whatever she had been, was an audience to his writhing, bucking, grinding dance on the fur bedding, utterly enraptured by the orchestra of sexual pleasure that was his beloved brother Kronos.
Kronos, who gave lyrics to Methos’ moaning music as he caressed, stroked, and teased, conducting their duet with so much more than just his full, hard cock inside Methos. Head thrown back in ecstasy, sheened in sweat from the heat of both their dance and the campfire at their feet, words oozed, dripped, spurted from his grinning lips, eloquent and charismatic even lost as he was in primal urges. “Yes, yees, brother, sing for me, make the music of my taking you. The song of my body in yours, the drum-beats of our flesh meeting, yessss….”
And with a sudden increase in tempo, Kronos arched his back, bowed his head, and reached crescendo with howls only slightly muffled in his brothers’ neck. Gasping in delirious delight, his head lolled to the left, where his gaze met – Caspian’s irritated- beyond-belief eyes.
“Bravo”, Caspian sneered with a sarcasm obviously learned under Methos. He lay on his own fur bedding, directly beside Kronos’, head propped on hand. “Are you done yet?? Can the rest of actually get some sleep now??!
Methos laughed breathlessly, captured Kronos’ eyes, and directed both his brother’s attention with a downward flick of his own. Far from being done, Methos was ready to start the next chorus. Giving Caspian a sly grin, Kronos obediently slid down Methos’ body to begin an expert performance upon that most impressive organ.
Caspian snorted in disgust, but did not bother turning his eyes away. Unlike Silas, whose bed was on the other side of Methos. The large man lay facing away, holding folded furs over his free ear and growling his own multi-lingual brand of obscenities to himself.
Because of the noise of their constant bickering, Methos and Kronos forbid Silas and Caspian from sleeping next to each other. Silas however, could not see that this arrangement was really an improvement.
|Friday, June 3rd, 2005|
Hi, I'm new here. Is it okay to throw out writing challenges here? Feel free to ignore if you wanna.
I just read this great little Methos fic, found here; http://www.dementia.org/~jacquez/writing/hlfic/drycell.html
It has hints of M/DM, but they are small enough to be brushed off if so desired. :) But it has the coolest line; a Methos-memory jolt of Kronos crying as they have sex. Whoa. There's an image I'd like to see explored in greater depth/variety. Kronos' tears. For whatever reason. Please? Anyone wanna take up the challenge?
Make me believe the big bad horseman can cry. :)
|Monday, April 4th, 2005|
Title: Perfect Ecstasy
Characters: Methos and Kronos
Rating: NC-17 M/M
Disclaimer: Methos nor Kronos belong to me and all that nonsense. They are just muses so deal with it! :)
Inspiration: daily_fridgeSlick embrace of your body
every time ( Perfect EcstasyCollapse ) Current Mood: horny
|Sunday, March 13th, 2005|
I hope it's okay to post this here... If not, I'll delete.
It's a Buffy/HL crossover, a Kronos/Oz ficlet.Lupus In Fabula
|Sunday, January 16th, 2005|
Methos and Kronos-A drabble
Biting and scratching,
Fingers digging into flesh.
Pain and pleasure mixed.
Taking and receiving each other.
Possession of whom has whom.
Naked rough skin against naked skin,
Brothers in arms until the end of time.
Unforgiving men with a dark past and a dark future.
Love that burns between them so brightly and yet,
They are both too blind to see what they have together.
Broken promises and broken dreams are all that they have.
But in this moment they are simply one with each other.
Perfect together in whatever form and in any position.
Kronos and Methos. Current Mood: horny
|Saturday, January 8th, 2005|
Hello! Just joined up and thought I'd post a drabble I wrote a few months ago. I'm a huge Kronos/Methos fan, for various reasons. The dynamic between the two just works, plain and simple. I'd write something more coherent but I am exhausted. Anyway, enjoy!( Mistake: RepeatedCollapse ) Current Mood: sleepy
|Saturday, November 20th, 2004|
It's not exactly a wallpaper, it's 1000x666, but some of you might want to take a look anyway
|Friday, November 19th, 2004|
|Thursday, August 12th, 2004|
|Monday, August 9th, 2004|
|Thursday, August 5th, 2004|
|Wednesday, August 4th, 2004|
|Monday, August 2nd, 2004|
|Thursday, July 29th, 2004|
|Tuesday, July 27th, 2004|
|Monday, July 26th, 2004|
Very New here.
I am the writer for my own muse Adam, I wrote these drabbles for him and Kronos some time ago and I heard about this journal page and I thought to post them. Thanks. Enjoy
Methos and Kronos Drabbles
Methos drew his sword and faced him. It was down to the final two. They had almost seen the begining of time together and now it would seem that they would see the end of it as well. Neither of them could believe that after all of these years, they were the final two. Now they had to fight.
And so Methos and Kronos had too. And like the old saying goes,
"One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back."
That name burned in his chest as he looked up at him in a plead for his life. He was about to die and he knew it. There was no amount of pleading with his formal Brother on this one.
"Now you die, Methos."
Kronos raised his sword above his head and looked down at the broken man before him. He was about to take his head, when he simply dropped it to his side and started to walk away.
"Why...?" Methos asked
"Because Brother, I have finally found that I actually love you."
And then Kronos walked away. Current Mood: cheerful