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      	  Don Vecchio #04: The Bed 
 by YS McCool  

 Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Due South characters belong to Alliance
Television, no copyright infringement is intended. Original 
characters are the sole property of the author YS McCool. 
Summary: Ben's new bed gets a workout.

 SequelTo: Don Vecchio #03: Family Business

 

 Disclaimer: Due South characters belong to Alliance Television, no
copyright infringement is intended. Original characters are the sole
property of the author YS McCool.

 Date : April 8, 2005 Rating : NC-17 Pairing: Vecchio/Fraser Summary:
Ben's new bed gets a workout.

 Don Vecchio #4 The Bed By YS McCool

 Ben considered the fitted sheet to be a sign of the laziness of modern
society, but it was all he could secure in bottom sheets in Chicago. No
matter how expensive the set, the lower sheet was always fitted. He was
going to have to send to Canada for some proper bedding. Something that
tucked and cornered properly not this exercise in frustration.

 He made the bed, turned back the covers, and set out the gorgeous candles
that had been a housewarming gift from Ray's unmarried sister Francesca.

 His housewarming had been small, by Ray's standards, and had filled the
apartment to bursting with Ray, his children, his sisters, his
brother-in-law Tony, Joey, Ben's co-workers, and some of his colleagues
from the 27th Precinct. It had been quite fun despite the crowd or maybe
because of it.

 Ray had begun cooking the night before and Ben had only been allowed to
prep vegetables, stir, wipe the chef's brow, and lay on inspirational
kisses. Despite all they had prepared, precious little had been left.
Later Ben had discovered that many of his new neighbors had also been fed
as Ray's apology for the noise and as an introduction to Ben.

 For two days after the party, various neighbors had returned dishes and
heaped praise on Ben for the food. Ray was always looking after him.

 Ben prepared a simple meal by warming up the Pasta Fagioli Ray's mother
had sent him to help fill his shamefully empty pantry. Perhaps Gina feared
that with Chicago's famously brutal winters Ben might be snowed in and
forced to eat his dog. Mother Vecchio never referred to Diefenbaker as a
wolf. A wolf would not have been allowed to play with her precious
grandchildren.

 With everything ready, Ben touched up his shaved genitals. The smoothness
of his skin was his sign of submission to Ray. Ben had waited a long time
to find someone worthy of that submission.

 Ben wrapped his robe, a present from Ray's second-in-command Joey, around
his nude body to answer the door. Ray had a key but he always insisted on
knocking. "Hello, Ray."

 Ray stood casually in the doorway. He was carrying a bottle of wine and a
box of chocolates. "Hello, Benny." He placed a kiss on Ben's lips after
he'd entered the apartment and the door was closed. "You look very lovely
tonight."

 "Thank you," Ben replied as he locked the door.

 Ray retrieved a bone in a sandwich bag from his coat pocket and gave it
to Diefenbaker. The wolf hurried to the fire escape window and Ben let him
out. He planned to let the wolf back inside before he and Ray retired for
the night.

 Ray hung up his coat and placed his hat on the upper shelf of the closet.
"Hmmm, is that Pasta Fagioli?" he asked.

 "Your mother sent along several jars and I was anxious to taste it," Ben
explained. He led Ray to the dining room table, knowing his lover hadn't
had time for lunch today. "Please sit."

 Ray sat down and opened the wine. "I would love to let this breathe
longer but, as always, time is short."

 "I wish I could have helped you today," Ben called from the kitchen. He
filled two large shallow bowls with the pasta and beans dish. He carried
them and his wedge of aged Parmesan to the dining room table.

 "It's the nature of the beast, Benny," Ray remarked before inhaling the
aroma of his mother's fine cooking. "You have your duties and I have
mine."

 Ray had placed a bid for some property outside of the city and sent a
team to survey the land and check for any drainage problems. The problem
they found was an illegal industrial dump. Ray withdrew his bid and
alerted the authorities.

 Although Ray had never owned the property and reported the problem as
soon as he knew about it, he could not seem to separate himself from it in
the public's eye. The day had been devoured by public hearings and
interviews. Ben could not attend because he was in charge of the Consulate
and was unable to leave.

 Ben sat down and found himself drawn into a conversation, not about the
hearings but about opera. Ray had grown up attending the opera and now he
wanted to take Ben. It would be a very public date and Ben was excited by
that.

 The two men washed the dishes together, let Diefenbaker back into the
apartment, and sat down on the couch. Ray needed quiet times and Ben was
pleased to be able to give them to him.

 "Let me see you," Ray demanded, ending their quiet.

 Ben found himself blushing as he opened his robe, even though Ray had
seen him nude many times. "Yes, Ray."

 Ray gazed at him hungrily. Ben felt almost like a virgin as he let his
lips brush the other man's jaw, chin, and mouth. The robe was off now,
leaving Ben nude and Ray completely and elegantly dressed. What a contrast
they made with Ray's rich Mediterranean complexion and Ben's white
marble-like flesh.

 "Go to the bed and lie on your back, Benny," Ray commanded. "Spread your
arms and legs out to the four corners and wait."

 Benny didn't run to the master bedroom, though he'd wanted to sprint. He
hadn't told Ray he wanted to be tied to the bed but now it seemed that it
was about to happen. He removed the covers and spread himself out on the
bed.

 Ray entered the room and went into the bathroom without speaking to or
acknowledging Ben. After a few minutes, Ray emerged from the bathroom.

 Ben tried not to turn his head to watch as Ray sat down in the chair and
made a phone call.

 "Hello, Gayle," Ray began, his voice soft for his daughter. "I'll be
spending the night with Ben and you have his number. Joey said he'd be
home by ten and--" He paused. "Oh, okay. Tell him I said 'hello' and let
him know where I am tonight." He smiled. "That's so sweet. I will sure
tell him, Honey. I love you." Ray closed the phone. "Gayle said for us to
have a good time." His smile went to the wicked side. "I plan to."

 Ben couldn't think of anything to say.

 Ray rose from the chair, his motions fluid and unhurried, and walked into
the closet. There were four suits, some casual clothes, and a heavy coat
inside for Vecchio. Ben would sometimes sniff the coat, for it alone held
the scent that said 'Ray Vecchio'.

 When he emerged, Ray was carrying three silk ties. "I thought about
picking up some of those padded handcuffs, but with you being a cop, I
thought they might remind you of work."

 Ben sighed as each of his wrists and one ankle were secured to a poster
of the four-poster bed. Ray took off his tie and secured Ben's right ankle
with it.

 He expected to be toyed with now, tormented and teased, and finally
fucked to exhaustion. So Ray putting on black fabric gloves made him
uncertain. "Ray?" he inquired, though his status meant he could only call
a halt and not ask what his lover intended.

 Ray smiled at Ben then placed both gloved hands, with fingers spread,
onto Ben's chest. The gloves were as silky as the ties but because Ray's
hands were in them, they were a thousand times more pleasurable.

 "Oh, Ray," Ben moaned. Those hands ghosted over the entire front surface
of Ben's body. He wanted to cry out for more and flip over and get it. Ray
was a mad genius of pleasure.

 "Nice and smooth," Ray pronounced as his hands cupped and weighed Ben's
naked balls. "I like seeing your clit uncovered." Ray liked to call Ben's
cock a clit and Ben loved to hear it. He also loved to hear the other man
call his asshole a pussy. Ray's pussy.

 "My pussy is ready for you, Ray," Ben assured the other man.

 "Let's see," Ray nearly purred. He moved away from the bed and returned
many heartbeats later.

 Ben cried out when something cold touched his anus. His body was that
sensitized from being stroked by his lover. "Ray, Ray, Ray," he moaned as
something nubby and semi-firm entered his ass.

 He couldn't drive himself onto the intruder nor move himself away from
it. Ben was helpless to control his own pleasure. It was fantastic.

 Ray kept him dancing toward orgasm until Ben broke down and begged for
release. "Please let me cum." The dildo was removed and nothing else
happened. "Please, Ray," Ben begged.

 More heartbeats passed and not a sound, not a touch, not a whisper came
from Ray. Ben fell from the height of his pleasure and almost into
Darkness. Would Ray leave him like this for the rest of the night? Would
he stroke himself to orgasm, not even letting his cum touch Ben's body,
and deny Ben any completion? Would he untie Ben and leave?

 Ben's ankles were released and he was turned onto his stomach. The ties
controlling his wrists were crossed above his head; further restricting
Ben's hands. His ankles were again secured.

 "What a lovely shorn pussy you have, my dear," Ray whispered as his
gloved hands mauled Ben's ass. "So white--like sheets of unbroken snow."
He paused. "Ah, a cleft and a cavern," he announced. "I think I'll explore
it."

 Ben wanted to remain as cool as Ray's vision of unbroken snow but he
couldn't. Ray's hand parted Ben's asscheeks and his silk-covered fingers
touched Ben's pussy. Ben cried out for more. The fingers were taken away
and replaced by Ray's hand on Ben's butt.

 "Oh, oh, oh," Ben groaned as he was spanked. Ray was normally quick and
light on spankings but not tonight. His strong hands fell brutally and
possessively upon Ben's ass and thighs.

 "I believe this snow is beginning to melt," Ray observed, not slowing
Ben's duly earned punishment. Ben had been too eager for his own pleasure
and had deprived Ray of his.

 Ben gripped the ties, not to break them, but to hold onto something solid
while he was losing his mind. 

 Ray paused long enough to release Ben's ankles. "On your knees, bitch,"
he ordered as he continued to hand spank Ben.

 "Yes, Ray," Ben panted as he went up on his knees. He felt so exposed, so
needed, so needy, and so possessed.

 The spanking continued until Ben lost his heartbeat count. His ass was on
fire and almost anything sexual from Ray at this point would have made him
cum immediately.

 Ray ceased the spanking. His strong gloved hands forced Ben's abused
asscheeks apart and his tongue stroked across Ben's anus.

 Ben bit into the sheets and his eyes watered with the force of his
orgasm. Ray continued to lick him past the time Ben had begun to whimper
for mercy.

 Ray stood and undressed. "I know what will melt this ice," he announced.

 Ben sobbed as Ray's dick filled him. Never had it felt so large to him
and never had Ben needed it more. He couldn't hold himself up and
collapsed onto the bed's surface. Ray continued to fuck him.

 "You're still a great piece of pussy, Benny," Ray assured him as his big
cock slid in and out of Ben's tenderized ass. Every stroke made the entire
column of his pussy twitch and clutch the large cock inside him.

 "I wonder what this pussy would feel like draped over one of those sex
benches?" Ray paused and pulled out until only the knob of his cock was
inside Ben. "Maybe I'll hang your beautiful body from a wall." He pushed
back inside, forcing Ben to expel all the air in his lungs.

 "Maybe I'll tie you to a tree, cut your clothes from your body, and fuck
you," Ray suggested, holding himself still. "Or something more domestic
like putting you tits up on the pool table and fucking you as hard as I'm
going to fuck you now."

 Ben's mind seized onto the image of him being fucked on Ray's pool table.
It was so wild an image that he placed it in a secret place in his mind
where his dream of being tied to this bed had once resided.

 Ray withdrew from Ben and turned him over. "I need to see your pretty
face," he explained.

 Ben nodded. He reached up for a kiss and received it before Ray's big
beautiful cock slid back home.

 "How can a man born of ice be such a hot pussy?" Ray asked as he rocked
inside Ben.

 Their mouths were almost touching and Ben could see into the depths of
Ray's clear green eyes. The truth bubbled out of him like the cum that was
leaking out of his cock. "He had to give himself utterly to a hot
Italian."

 Ray smiled and rocked himself harder and deeper into Ben. 

 Ben wanted to hold the other man but the ties held him firm. "Ray, my hot
Italian stud."

 Ray leaned back, moved Ben's legs up to his shoulders, and placed a sweet
kiss on Ben's lips. "Sexy bitch."

 Ben barely had a chance to warm to those words before Ray was pounding
Ben's ass. "Yes, yes, hard, hard," he chanted. This was what he'd wanted,
to be taken and possessed by Ray Vecchio. He marveled at the strength and
stamina of the other man.

 Ray suddenly stilled and Ben counted ten heartbeats before he felt his
wrists being released. "Are you fully melted?" Ray asked.

 "Yes, Ray," Ben guaranteed his lover.

 Ray gripped Ben tightly and thrust many, many times. Ben could feel the
release of the other man and came again with Ray's cock still deep inside
him.

 Ben wanted to cry because he was so happy. "You... you let me touch my
dreams," he inadequately explained. He didn't have the words to explain
what it was like to feel this free to not have to hold things tightly
inside himself.

 Ray sighed and licked Ben's throat. "You show me dreams I didn't know I
had." He cupped Ben's face. "Work your pussy around my cock, Benny. I want
to make sure it's still melted."

 Ben rhythmically squeezed Ray's cock. "I wish I could tell you how this
feels."

 Ray kissed Ben. "You don't have to, Benny," he assured his lover. "I
know."

 Ben kept those words, I know, in his heart as Ray's cock slowly slipped
out of him. Later they would shower and change the sheets, but for now Ben
could luxuriate in the feel of the other man's body and the smell of their
two scents so wonderfully intermingled.

 The End  
  

End Don Vecchio #04: The Bed by YS McCool 

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