Slashcity

Warning: Here there be Slash

For the uninitiated, that's fiction about same sex relationships. Adventures in homo-erotica. In this case, male/male sex. Two gorgeous men -- and when Amanda's in the mood, one beautiful woman -- doing the wild thing. If this squicks you out, if it makes you uncomfortable, if it just isn't your thing, or if you're under the age limit for adult content in your current corner of the space-time continuum, please  -- leave now!

Highlander: The Series and the concept of immortality presented therein belong to Rysher and Panzer/Davis. Believe me, if these characters belonged to me, I'd dress them better -- at the very least I'd get Methos out of those tacky rust colored pants and into faded, painted-on jeans where he belongs. With silk shirts -- white, loose on the shoulders, unbuttoned halfway to his... you get the picture. Nice picture, isn't it? Let's stop and dwell on it for a moment.

Sigh... OK, time to move on. Duncan wouldn't get shirts at all. Just tight jeans or low-slung sweats. Really low-slung sweats. Dangerously low-slung. Illegal, even. Oh, all right -- the occasional tux. But only if it's Armani.