due South: A Buck and Change 1	This series is loosly modeled
after the serial installations of early cinema, with the alternate titling
and the questions poised at the end of the episode. Silliness abounds but
there is something of a plot underneath it all. 

Warnings: M/M, NC-17 sex, obsessive behavior, titillation, Dief, celery
and a knife. Oh! And the disclaimer at the end. And there *will* be a
test! 

Promises: Erotica (James), complete lack of inhibitions (Dyevka), no tears
(Gloria), a floor but not 'Rough' (Elaine W.), no TDL (just about
everybody on the list), fun (Del), humor (Laurie) and penetration (Oh, my!
Well, you know who you are.) Now on with our story-- Wait! What about a
promise for me? Oh. And Ma (Mitch). Thank you kindly. And you can snuggle
Katrina in there too. And Ma {sigh}  (Katrina and Mitch) My name's last?
{sigh}	 A BUCK AND CHANGE - Episode 1	 or  The Mountie Wore Red by Mitch
Hudson   

"Ah Benny, that's disgusting! 

Fraser draped the kitchen towel over his arm and moved the bowl of
shredded lettuce back from the counter's edge. "I hardly think your mother
having a lovely dinner out with Sergeant Frobisher is even remotely
disgusting, Ray." 

"Well you're wrong, pal." Ray illustrated his point by waving a carving
knife in tight circles inches from Fraser's face. He turned back to
chopping the assorted vegetables the Mountie had laid out for him. 

Fraser padded barefoot around Ray in the apartment's tiny kitchen. "I see
no harm in your mother and Sergeant Frobisher-" 

"Don't say that! Don't even mention my mother and Buck in the same
sentence. It's too weird, Benny. Too weird." 

Fraser smiled indulgently and wiped at the tomato spot on his blue tee
shirt. "You find a possible relationship between them as rather unusual?" 

"Unusual to say the least," Ray declared as he smacked the knife through
the celery much harder than necessary. Bits flew on the floor around him. 

"As unusual as, say, our relationship perhaps?" Fraser asked with a
mischievous glint in his eye. "I mean," he paused in his work and moved
against Ray's back, "our private relationship?" His warm hands danced down
Ray's sides, teasing his flesh through the silk shirt. 

"Benny," Ray protested, but didn't move away from the Mountie's fondling
as his hands drifted lower, "we're talking about my mother here. You know,
that sweet Italian woman who keeps you and your wolf in lasagna? The woman
who invites you over for a meal every single chance she gets? And that
reminds me. If you hadn't brought Buck by the house this discussion
wouldn't be necessary." 

He planted a light kiss on the back of Ray's ear. The leather belt in
Ray's slacks stopped Fraser's fingers from going under the waistband. He
tugged its tongue through the fastener and pulled it from the loops and
started to let it slip from his fingers. 

"Not on the floor, Fraser. That's fine Italian leather and it doesn't need
wolf teeth marks on it." 

From his prone position beneath the window Dief lifted his head from his
paws and shifted an ear in their direction. 

"Oh, right, Dief. Like I'm supposed to believe you heard that in your
sleep. Your deaf, remember? I mean its my mother, Fraser. She shouldn't be
going out on anything remotely resembling a date." 

"We date, Ray," Fraser said as his mouth descended on the sensitive
juncture of Ray's elegant neck and shoulder. 

Ray leaned back, pressing against him. "No we don't. We just go out
together. Like any two friends would." 

"And then we come back here and make love." Fraser unbuttoned Ray's
tailored slacks and pulled down the zipper. 

"Benny! Don't bring sex into this. We're talking about--" 

"Yes, Ray. We're talking about your mother. And Buck, don't forget." He
pulled Ray around and removed the knife from his hand. 

"And Buck. How could I forget about Buck? The man's kinda hard to forget
about, ain't he, Benny?" 

With the knife safely on the counter Fraser began unbuttoning Ray's shirt.
He slipped it from his lover's shoulders, momentarily preventing Ray from
waving his hands as he continued his verbal tirade. Fraser dutifully kept
part of his mind on Ray's every word, acknowledging and nodding when
appropriate. A tiny blue vein pulsed just above the dark rosette of Ray's
right nipple. Fraser rested his lips ever so lightly there, concentrating
until he detected the faint pulse of his lover's heart. 

"And then there's the red serge. That's kinda' hard to miss too, Isn't it?
I mean, do I want Ma walking down the street next to that? What will the
neighbors think? What will my friends think, Benny?" 

"I don't know, Ray." Fraser answered serenely. He tugged Ray's pants and
underwear down and they fell, crumpled around the cop's ankles. 

Ray toed off his own loafers as he undid the snap and zipper on Fraser's
jeans. "And then there's the horse thing. He brought a horse with him to
Chicago." 

"Well, Ray. He is planning to spend a considerable amount of time here. 

His next assignment hasn't even been discussed. There's been talk of a
retirement, I believe." Fraser knelt after Ray pulled his blue tee shirt
off. He paused to kiss Ray's navel. "Lift your leg, Ray." 

"Not on the floor, Fraser. I don't need wolf hairs on these-" 

"Yes, Ray. You don't need wolf hairs on your Armani trousers. Lift your
other leg, please." Then he stood and hung them carefully over a chair
back. He placed Ray's shoes, socks and underwear in the chair seat. 

"You mean he doesn't have any plans to leave Chicago?" Ray asked in alarm
as he leaned his chest against Fraser's back and slid his graceful hands
in the top of the man's jeans. No underwear impeded his hands but Fraser's
growing erection met his exploring touch. 

"Ray, my jeans are becoming uncomforably tight. Let me remove them." 

Ray hugged him tighter. "I want to do that." He pushed ineffectively at
the fabric, all the while shifting one hand to the back to caress a firm,
round buttock. "I was kind'a hopin' he'd be leaving soon. No such luck,
huh?" 

"No. And apparently for me either. I want to take my jeans off, Ray,"
Fraser insisted as he pushed them down, bending forward to slip them off
his bare feet. 

Ray placed a hand in the middle of Fraser's back, keeping Fraser down as
he pressed his hard penis in between those round orbs of flesh. "It just
isn't right, Benny." 

With almost no effort Fraser twisted away from Ray's restraining hold and
dragged him to the floor, briefly playing his lips over Ray's. "Isn't
right, Ray?" he asked as he tugged his discarded tee shirt under Ray's
back to protect him from the bare floor. He rose and spread the
detective's knees with his own. During their descent he'd managed to
capture a bottle of oil he'd planned on using in the salad. He spread a
small portion of it on himself as he listened. 

"I mean, riding a horse around in a city park? Does that sound like
something a normal person does?" 

"I borrowed a horse and rode with Sergeant Frobisher yesterday morning,
Ray. It was quite a refreshing activity. The air was crisp," he pushed
Ray's legs up, tucking his knees in the hollows just below his own
collarbones, "the smell of the vegetation invigorating," he guided his
erect penis to the tight, puckered circle of Ray's anus, "and the
ornithological opportunities--" 

"Ornithol-- Birds, Benny. You mean bird watching. Say bird watching." 

"Yes, Ray." Fraser pressed himself forward, feeling a rush of desire to be
in his lover now. The frequency of his breathing increased. 

"And he watches birds. Thanks for reminding me. Now could you please push
a little harder? I'm starting to get a little-- Oh!" Ray's eyes closed as
his face relaxed. "Oh, yeah, Benny." 

Scooting his knees a little closer to his lover Fraser achieved a stable
position and allowed himself to pump gently in and out of Ray's warmth.
"Ray," he whispered, I want you to . . ." 

"What?" Ray asked languidly. "You want me to what?" 

"Here, put your hand on yourself," Fraser directed as he risked his
balance briefly to place the detective's right hand at the base of his own
hard shaft. "Now squeeze tight, Ray. The way I do it to you." 

"Benny, you are so kinky. I love you." 

The satisfied smile that spread across those generous lips added fuel to
the fire in Fraser's heart. He thrust deep into Ray, quickening his
movements as Ray added to the pleasure the Mountie was working hard to
give him. 

"Go, Benny. Go. Go, man," Ray gasped as he was driven toward climax. "Do
it to me. Come on, do it." 

"Ahh! Ray!" Now the blood was pounding in Fraser's temples as the
demanding need pulled him on, compelling him to drive his throbbing
erection into the tight grip of Ray. Ray's words were always so shocking,
sometimes more disjointed than others, but always arousing in their
rawness as he got close to climax. Fraser forced his eyes to stay open as
he watched Ray's long fingers work at his engorged penis. With each thrust
Ray's body rose up, his legs pressing into Fraser's chest. 

"Yeah, Benny. Yeah." His head rolled from side to side as the ecstasy
raged through him. 

"Tighter, Ray. Tighter with your fingers," Fraser demanded. 

But Ray was lost in waves of sensation as white, heated liquid pumped from
his shaft out onto his belly. His sphincter responded with tightening
pulses of its own in counterpoint, mercilessly milking Fraser's orgasm
from him. Then Fraser stilled hard against Ray as the last of it left his
body, the last wave of tensing rolled through him. 

"I love you, Ray." 

Ray smiled up at his lover's sated eyes. "And then there's the hat, Benny.
He always wears that hat, you know." 

END ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Will our hero in red ever convince our hero
in Armani that Buck is a good guy? Will Ray accept his mother dating? Will
Benny ever figure out a way to shut Ray up? Tune in next week for the next
episode of: A Buck And Change or - If Red Fits, Wear It! ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
* ~ * ~ Quiz for this episode: 

1. How many times is a penis called by any other name? 
2. How many times is it referred to without using an actual noun? 
3. How many pieces of clothing are removed? (And yes, a pair of shoes
counts as two items.) 
4. How many times does Fraser say that delectable name, 'Ray'? 
5. Is Ray on top or on bottom? 
6. Where is Frannie seen without her clothes? 
And the big one, the bonus one.  (drum roll please) 
7. How many times does OFM get his mouth on OFC? ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~


For the Chicago slangishly challenged: 

BUCK:  1. A U. S. one dollar bill. 2. A male deer. 3. As in *the buck
stops here*-- to shift responsibility or blame to someone else. 4. A
sudden movement by a horse intended to unseat the rider. 5. A Mountie. 

CHANGE: 1. Coins. 2. The amount returned when the amount due is less than
that tendered to pay a bill. 3. An amount less than a dollar. 4. To make
different; alter. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Answers: 1. four 
2. four 
3. nine, 
4. fifteen 
5. on bottom, 
6. nowhere (this question was for those of you who were reading this on
the sly while your college roomies were wandering about and you had to
keep flicking the screen to that History text) 
7. Five 
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