due South: Buck and Change 5   Warnings: R M/M (really) leather,
hot cars, handcuffs, Dief, Elaine B., fetishey talk, uniforms, Frobisher,
a test, a disclaimer, and (gasp) symphony tickets! 

Promises: R M/M sex for *sure*, all of the above and Ray's butt! 

And the big news! The entire staff of the Quiz department has parted
company with us due to internal conflicts and a mysterious disappearance,
most likely owing to someone's fascination with Frannie's clothing.
Anybody at Central BS missing a nephew? Anyway: ta ta ta taaa! Introducing
the Quiz Whiz . . . . Laurie Taylor! The new head honcho of the quiz
department has dazzled the folks here at Cuffs R Us with her cunning and
skill. After much contract negotiation and waiting out her new pilot deal
with CeeBeeEssless we are proud to welcome her aboard. Rest assured that
you can now approach the quiz section of our presentation without fear or
trepidation. TYK'S and virtual yellow roses to you, Laurie!   A Buck &
Change - Episode 5   or A Cop and a Carjack   by Mitch Hudson "No,
Diefenbaker." Fraser said to his wolf as the two made their way along the
poorly lit Chicago street. "I do believe that Sergeant Frobisher was
trying to spare my feelings. I understand now why Ray is constantly
telling me my red serge looks out of place here. He's trying to spare my
feelings too. I don't look as attractive in it as many women have
suggested I do." 

The cloying smells of a donut shop drifted out of an opened door. The
mouth watering sweetness of powdered sugar mixed with the tang of hot
grease. Dief flared his nostrils, puffing in and out to draw the scents
across his olfactory nerves in the base of his tongue. An alert whine
rumbled in his skull. 

"You agree with Ray and the sergeant. Understood." The Mountie walked
along as his thoughts continued to swirl. He was sure of it now. He'd have
to make every effort to avoid wearing the red serge when he was with Ray. 

"What a crappy week!" Ray grumbled to Elaine Besbriss as they shared
complaints while sipping bitter coffee in the break room of the 27th
precinct house. 

"I know what you mean. My favorite web site is up and running again after
losing its American backer. But some of the files aren't accessible yet.
What a pain, all this waiting." 

"Yeah. It's been pretty dull for me too. Seems like there's not enough
color in the world any more. You know what I mean?" he asked. 

Fraser's smiling face appeared at the edge of the doorway. He lifted his
eyebrows when he caught sight of Ray and someone else. "Ray," he called
low and sultry. "I hope I'm not too early for a ride home?" 

"Hi, Fraser." Elaine motioned for him to join them. 

The Mountie stepped around the door jamb and gave her a polite nod.
"Elaine, it's always a pleasure to see you. How are you?" 

"Fine," she answered slowly, aware that his eyes had only stayed on her
for a scant moment. He looked at Ray with some kind of expectation. Ray
stared back at his friend with a look that she could only interpret as
frustration. It didn't make sense to her. She looked back at the Mountie
and studied his relaxed posture and his casual dress. "You changed from
your uniform before you left the Consulate again today. Fraser I must say
you look good in jeans, a bit less colorful . . . but . . . nice," she
finished. "I have some work to do," she said quickly and scooted around
Fraser and out the door. 

"Benny, I asked you to keep your uniform on today. Why'd you change?" Ray
asked and trailed Elaine to the squad room. He knew Fraser followed him.
"I gotta drop you off home then run a quick errand for Ma." 

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear you're short on time, Ray. I could walk home--" 

"No, Benny. Just let me grab my jacket from my desk chair then we're outta
here. You got time for a meal later this evening? I could drop back by." *


Buck Frobisher caught sight of his own reflection in the ticket office
window. He twisted to get a look at his derriere. "What in the world was
Robert doing writing about my . . . body in his journal? Must have been a
nut. Maybe it runs in the family," he murmured as if enlightened as he
entered the office and got in line for ticket purchases. ""Lord knows his
boy is certainly a few cards shy of a full deck. Inevitable spread of my
butt!" 

The sharp-faced woman in front of him turned and did her best to freeze
him to death with a glare. Unfortunately Frobisher had a similar lack to
cold sensitivity equal to Benton Fraser's. 

"Pardon me, ma'am. I didn't mean to disturb you with my unmannerly
vulgarity. I'm afraid I must be rather more upset by something than I
first thought." 

She dropped the temperature of her glare twenty degrees Celsius, as she
herself was a foreigner in this stubbornly Fahrenheit country. 

Buck was delighted she seemed to be showing an interest in his dilemma.
"The son of an old friend of mine made disparaging remarks about my
anatomy today. At first I thought the observations were his own. I can
tell you I was mighty worried about the boy for a while. Life in the
largely male RCMP can lead to, shall we say *unusual* relationships among
fellow officers. I see you understand my meaning," he said as her face
drained of all natural color. The spots of glaring blush powder on her
high cheeks made him blanch. Though coiffured, cotourred, and C Z'd she
had no beauty to compare to his lovely Sofia. 

"But not to worry, dear lady. I was being dense. I also thought, and
wrongly so that he might be repeating something he might have overheard
from the, well," and he paused and blushed, "the lovely woman I've been
keeping company with of late. Just my absurd insecurity coming through, I
suppose." 

The woman turned her back on him and Buck decide he must have offended
her. "I'm sorry. That was unforgivably rude of me to bring up another
woman to you when you were showing such obvious interest in me yourself.
May I--" 

She shouldered roughly by him and left the tiny office. Buck stared at the
door for a moment then the person who had been in line just in front of
his departed admirer finished his purchase and Buck stepped up to the
counter and made his request. 

"You're in luck, sir. I have only two seats left in the orchestra section.
Excellent seats. And only available because I had a cancellation this
morning. Will that be check or charge?" 

And Fraser sat alone in the lonely apartment, quietly hoping Ray wouldn't
forget or run out of time to have that shared meal. A sharp knock startled
him out of his morose withdrawal and he opened the door. A tall police
officer stood in his dark doorway. His hat's shiny bill and his sunglasses
mirrored surface reflected the glare of Fraser's light's bare bulb. The
man tapped slender fingers against the holstered gun at his right hip and
the nightstick at his left. Fraser took a step back. The officer followed
him and pushed the door shut at his back. 

"Officer, is there something I can do for you?" Fraser asked, keeping his
voice calm. Could the man be here to give him some horrible news about
Ray? Or (hopefully) to investigate an incident that had occurred in the
West Racine apartment building? He held his breath. 

"I believe we have a little situation here, buddy." The officer took off
his glasses, revealing sparkling emerald eyes. "It seems you've been asked
several times during the last week to do something." 

Fraser felt his knees weaken as the officer's face was revealed. The hat
came off and was dropped upside down on the couch. The sunglasses landed
in it. 

"H-- Have I?" He finally managed to ask. "I don't recall, officer. Perhaps
you could refresh my memory?" 

Ray stepped toe to toe with his lover. "I can do that, buddy. But I think
it might go easier on you if you suddenly had a rush of recall about now."


"Easier on me? Well, sir, I can't honestly say that I recall anything
right now." 

"Then I'll just have to give you a few hints. Jog your memory a bit." Ray
began to loosen his black tie. Suddenly Benny's hands shot up to stop him.


"No need for that, sir. I do believe I recall the request now. It seems
that my friend-" Ray clamped a hand over his mouth. Fraser smiled against
the fingers and Ray removed his hand. "--It seems that my lover has been
telling me he misses seeing me in my uniform." He stroked the tie twice,
then slipped the clasp off of it. "I was under the impression that the
uniform was becoming a problem. I see now," and he paused to rake his
enticed gaze up and down the lines of Ray's dark uniform, "that a uniform
can actually add excitement to a sexual encounter. May I?" he asked as he
loosened the tie. 

"By all means. I do like cooperative citizens. It means a lot when the
public learns from their encounters with an officer of the law." 

"Indeed," Fraser agreed happily as he pushed the black buttons through the
holes in Ray's shirt. The uniform smelled faintly of cleaning solutions.
It was in excellent condition and fit his lover's slim body perfectly. It
wasn't a rental. It was Ray's real uniform. Oh my! Fraser's fingers
trembled ever so slightly. 

Fraser slid the shirt from the waistband of the sharply creased pants and
tugged it open. Ray smiled and kissed him lightly so the Mountie kissed
the pulse beat in the hollow of his lover's throat. As he sucked on the
pliant skin he slid the baton from the loop at Ray's gun belt. He rubbed
it along the detective's thighs and moved it in between their bodies.
Suddenly Ray wrenched the black stick from his grasp and flung it across
the room. Fraser saw the room spin as Ray pulled him around and pushed him
back onto the length of the couch. 

"Ray, this is . . . exhilarating. This excitement I'm experiencing; is
that what you feel when I . . . " he suddenly felt too embarrassed to
finish. 

"What, Benny? You getting turned on by my uniform?" Ray shifted up and
removed his gun belt but his lover snagged the leather piece from his
hands. He watched wide eyed as Benny pulled it to his face and inhaled the
leather scent deeply. The handcuffs chain clinked and the clip of the
holster creaked as Benny moved the belt back and forth through his
fingers. 

The holster was easy to unclip but Fraser left the cuffs in their leather
pouch as he looped the belt loosely over Ray's shoulders. He removed the
gleaming badge from Ray's shirt and pinned it on his own. Ray grinned down
at him and Fraser felt his throat tighten at the sight of his lover's
happiness. He pulled Ray's hips down and rocked softly, covetously under
him. 

"God, Benny. You are so damn sexy." Ray laid down completely on his lover
and pushed his fingers up through that too-thick hair. 

"Kiss me, Fraser demanded. "No, wait. I want your undershirt off. But not
your uniform shirt. I want to feel it." 

Ray pressed a firm kiss to the corner of the Mountie's open mouth. "I have
to take the shirt off to get-" 

Fraser pushed Ray up and grabbed the hem of the white undershirt in both
hands and ripped it open. He spread his fingers on Ray's bare chest,
watching as the brown buds of his nipples peaked. He slid his touches down
across tight abdominal muscles as dark hair tickled his palms. The
smoothness and roughness of Ray, the darkness of his skin was entrancing.
The zipper and fastener of the crisply starched pants cooperated fully
with Fraser's desire. He had his lover's hard sex free and exposed to his
caresses in a mere moment. 

The hard need of his lover overwhelmed Ray's senses. He recoiled from the
sudden touches, so insistent. But Benny wasn't interested in his
sensitivity or his sudden shyness. The Mountie hauled him back down and
delved inside his open pants. Was this how Benny felt when he was in his
uniform and things got hot fast? 

"Benny? Is it me? Or the uniform?" 

"Ray, I have to kiss you," Fraser mumbled and captured Ray's bottom lip
between his teeth. He tugged gently then opened his mouth and sucked at
both lips, tongued those teeth and tasted his lover. "I love you. I want
to have you right now." 

"But Benny, I was just thinking about the uniform . . . " 

"You, Ray. The wrapping makes the present more enticing, but it's what's
inside that I want to keep." 

"Oh, Benny. You say the craziest things. I'm sorry I've been acting like
such a shit-head about that red uniform. I do love you, you know." 

"Ray, shut up. Give me your mouth." 

"Yes, sir." And he made an earnest effort to satisfy his lover's needs.
Benny rolled them off the couch onto the floor and Ray was amazed to find
himself still on top of his lover. The Mountie tugged him up higher and
reached further in his pants, sliding smooth fingers inside his underwear
and around to the round cheeks of his ass. 

"Love to see *this* walking down the street jouncing in these tight
pants." 

"Benny! I can't believe you said that." Ray tried to look shocked but his
half-lidded eyes probably dulled the effect. Benny probed his fingers in
deeper and Ray spread his legs as much as possible. He was torn between
wanting to grind his hard shaft against his lover's and needing to push
back to meet Benny's questing fingers. "Damn. You're so good to me." 

Fraser answered by pulling Ray up higher and lost contact with his mouth
but latched onto his graceful neck. Ray's hardness was no longer pressed
against his own but Fraser no longer had to have it there. He felt the
excited flutter building between his thighs, running up and back down his
spine through his crotch and down the inner surface of his jean-clad
thighs. He pulled Ray higher and lost contact with his neck. He rooted for
a nipple and got his reward as a sweet gasp escaped Ray's open mouth. 

The open shirt fell around Fraser's head as he felt his lover try to rise
off of him a little. Ray was caught up in the things being done to him so
much that Fraser could tell he was having trouble supporting himself on
his elbows. The tingling climbed higher up Fraser's thighs and it settled
between his pulsing anus and his tightly drawn up testis. "Balls," he
murmured as he sucked and nipped at the hard nipple. 

"Th-- that's right. Balls. You say-- Balls." Ray pushed the command
between his uncooperative lips. The room faded away as Benny dug deep in
his crack, searching for a hot haven. Ray gasped then growled out a harsh
sound of physical pleasure mixed with overwhelming need. Benny pressed and
one finger slipped inside him. "Ohh! Benny!" Ray shouted as he felt his
pelvis pushed down and his shaft pushed against the Mountie's wash-board
stomach. Sweat pooled between their bodies making Ray's glans slip then
catch against his lover's firmness as Benny pumped him up and down. Ray
tried to clamp his lips together to mute the harsh cries from getting to
loud but the effort was too much. His body shook as his pleasure-filled
shouts and cries turned into sobs of ecstasy as another finger joined the
first inside him. 

The tingling along his nerves jumped in intensity as Fraser felt it reach
the point that set his body in motion for release. His hips thrust up as
he came, and he clutched at Ray's firm ass. The sizzle of inflamed nerves
danced along him, filling his mind with wide space. He thrust another
finger in Ray, stretching him, stroking him, filling him and taking away
the man's power of reason. 

Ray sobbed as the pleasure sank him beyond comprehension, his chest burned
with the hard caresses of Benny's teeth on his nipple. His arms gave out
completely making him helpless to shift away and he was quite unable at
that moment to determine which direction away would be. His legs were no
longer a useful part of him, just things to keep him in place as Benny
drove him insane. 

Now his fingers were buried in his lover as deeply as possible so Fraser
rocked Ray against him. He pushed Ray up and drew him down, feeling the
friction of that dark erection against the firmness of his own stomach.
Ray was utterly helpless in his arms and Fraser felt awed by that fact.
His sounds grew harsher and more demanding as Ray's body began to push
itself, determined to get that pleasure it so desperately needed. Fraser
felt the pulsing of that ring he'd penetrated. It gripped around his
fingers and Ray wailed. The sound was long and plaintive as he drove Ray
to climax. His cum thrust its way out onto Fraser's pale skin and spread
between them, bonding them, welding them together. {Muted commercial
break. I really need it, folks.} 

Frobisher didn't feel quite comfortable driving Sofia to the symphony in
her son's car. She'd said it wouldn't be a problem. He let her use it
anytime she wanted to and since he was on some undercover assignment he
wouldn't be needing it until the morning. 

"Thank you for driving us, Caro. Night time traffic makes me nervous." 

Buck smiled at her lovely face and almost kept his eyes on her too long.
He turned back to the heavy traffic and continued to drive carefully after
he crossed four lanes to the correct side of the road again. 

He neglected to detect the screeching of tires and the crash of metal
fading in the distance behind them. He also failed to note the gas gauge
touching the empty mark. 

The driving wasn't so bad. But parking the monstrous American car would be
a problem. It was a lot longer than a jeep, he though as he pulled up in
front of the stately theater. 

Sofia smiled at him and all of Buck's doubts fled. He got out of the car
and was helping her out when a young man in a dark uniform bumped into
him. 

"Pardon me-" Buck began but stopped when he noticed the gold fringe on the
man's epaulettes. "Oh, valet parking, I see. How convenient. Here you go,
son," he said as he dropped Ray's keys in the silent fellow's hand then
helped Sofia to her feet and glided along with her into the sparkling
lobby. 

The classic, almost mint condition, 1971 Buick Riviera roared off into the
dark night. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~   
The end for now. And just where is Ray's beloved Riviera going? Tune in
next week for more exciting adventures of  A BUCK AND CHANGE EPISODE 6 or
A Nut for a Nut. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ 

Now on with the quiz. The management of Cuffs R Us sincerely feels that
you will enjoy the labors of the new quiz department staff. We have the
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~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Quiz of the Week   

1 What excuse did Ray give for not remaining with Benny once he took him
home? 

2 How many different forms did Benny use to refer to Ray-the-cop in his
speech? 

3 When confronted by the strange cop in his doorway, what protruding part
of Ray's anatomy did Fraser fail to recognize? 

4 What adjective is used to describe Benny's abdomen? 

5 How many fingers did Benny slip inside Ray? 

6 What did Fraser do to Ray's gun belt once it was removed? ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
* ~ * ~ * ~ Quiz Answers: 

1. He had to run an errand for his mother. 

2. 'Officer' - 2 times, 'sir' - two times, 'friend' - one time, 'lover' -
one time and 'Ray' - four times. 

3. His nose! 

4. Wash-board. 

5. Three 

6. He smelled it. 

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TYK Laurie Taylor, for a job well done. Stand for applause!
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characters or their portrayal by the creation of this story.
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