Moving Towards Completion   Rated R for m/m situation and sex. Like you
really expected anything else!
 

This story doesn't have much of a plot, I'm afraid, just lots and lots of
sex. I was actually worried about whether I should post it or not, but
what
the heck - plotless porn can be fun too.
 

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I'm just playing with them.
Don't
worry, they had fun. I won't make any money off the story, and suing me
would be futile due to (drum roll please) the lousy rand/dollar exchange
rate.
 

 MOVING TOWARDS COMPLETION
 

By T'Mar
 

"Ray..." Fraser leaned closer and closer to his best friend, intent on
capturing his mouth with his own. All he'd wanted to do since the moment
they had walked into his apartment was touch Ray, and kiss Ray, and
*have* Ray... But Ray was looking at him as though he had never seen him
before.
 

"Benny..." Ray tried to say something, anything, but nothing would
come out. Oh, G-d, he wanted this, wanted Benny so badly that sometimes
he thought he'd go insane from the wanting. And he'd known that, sooner
or later, Benny would pick up on it. But he'd never thought that Benny
could want him, too.
 

Fraser leaned all the way in, and his mouth covered Ray's, open and
hungry, inviting his friend in, needing him. At the touch, all of Ray's
resistance faltered. He couldn't deny himself this, he couldn't deny
Benny this, he couldn't... Oh G-d, he just felt sudden warmth and heat
as his mouth opened involuntarily and Fraser's tongue slid into his
mouth, exploring him, making him want him even more, if such a thing
were possible. And then he reached out and explored the contours of
Benny's mouth, tasting his tongue, feeling it, opening his mouth wider,
wanting more and more of Benny...
 

Fraser's arms went around him, and he felt himself crushed to that
body, still covered in the RCMP uniform. He couldn't help himself; he
began to undo the tunic, slipping his hands under it, only to encounter
an undershirt... which he pulled up, finally finding bare skin, letting
his hands trail over that skin, so smooth, so right, so *Benny*.
 

Benny was doing the same; he had his hands right under the T-shirt
Ray wore beneath his silk shirt, and he was learning Ray's body the same
way. As if from a distance, Ray heard his own voice suggest that they
take the rest of their clothes off. And from far off, he heard Fraser's
whispered agreement.
 

They were naked, then, and walking together towards Fraser's bed, and
Fraser was lying down with Ray on top of him, and they were looking into
each other's eyes with such need that it scared both of them. "I want
you, Benny," Ray said, clearly this time.
 

"I know. Ray, I need you. Please..." He wasn't sure what he was
asking for, he just knew he needed Ray any way that he could get him.
And Ray began to trail kisses over Benny's face and neck, down to his
chest, sucking eagerly on each nipple until Benny cried out with
desire... Further down, kissing and licking each bit of Fraser's torso,
marking a path directly to where he had to go... And when he got there
he took Benny's penis into his mouth, all coherent thought vanishing as
his only desire - to make Fraser come - was fulfilled.
 

Benny arched right off the bed when it happened, and Ray tasted the
semen as it poured into his mouth, swallowing quickly, victorious.
 

He moved back up the bed to look into those deep blue eyes, and was
rewarded with a smile the likes of which he had never seen: happy,
sated, yet still tinged with typical Fraser-innocence.
 

And Ray was suddenly overcome with a terrible shame. He had done
this, corrupted Benny. Benny, who was so naive, so unspoilt. Ray ignored
his unsatisfied arousal as he sat up quickly, facing away from Fraser.
"How could I have done this?" It was a question he was asking himself,
but he'd said it aloud, and Benny heard him, and sat up behind him,
hugging him from behind.
 

"What you did, I wanted, Ray. I wanted it very badly." He kissed
Ray's neck.
 

"Benny... you... No. You weren't meant for this. You're too perfect."
 

"I made the first move," Fraser reminded him. "I was worried that I'd
be corrupting you, you just surprised me by rushing things along so
quickly." He kissed Ray between his shoulder blades, sending a thrill
down Ray's spine. "And I'm not perfect, Ray, anything but that."
 

Ray risked turning around to look back into those eyes... into eyes a
 

blue so magical that they seemed to change shade at times.
"You are to me."
 

Fraser moved to sit next to Ray on the bed, and then he leaned down
towards Ray's lap.
 

"Benny... no." But even as he said it, Ray could feel the need in
himself, the desperation. He wanted it. He wanted it, and he knew Benny
 

would give it to him.
 

And he did. Working by touch, Fraser caressed the parts of Ray that
his hands could reach, while he breathed first on Ray's organ, then
licked it, just once, and finally engulfed him, causing Ray to lose
control of his upper body and fall backwards onto the bed. All he could
feel was Benny's mouth on him, doing things to him that he wouldn't have
thought Benny even knew about. Suction, moisture, heat, it was all there,
pulling him in... and it was impossible to resist. Ray cried out with the
force of his orgasm, and just lay there, panting, wondering what the hell
he and Benny had done.
 

"Come, lie in bed with me," Fraser whispered, pulling down the covers.
Ray lifted his head, moved around and crawled into the bed with Benny,
feeling Benny's arms as they enfolded him. It felt so good, so right... He
put his arms around Benny in return and for a long time he just lay there,
listening to him breathe. Eventually, though, he had to ask.
 

"Benny... why?"
 

"Because I love you, Ray. That should be obvious." Fraser got that
lecturing tone in his voice. "You should know I'd never make love with you
if I didn't love you."
 

And Ray actually *did* know that. Benny was just that kind of person - he
had high standards, and casual sex wouldn't be on his agenda. "But you're
so
good, Benny, and straight, I know you are. And now, we..."
 

"Ray." It was just a quiet interruption that worked nonetheless. "This
might be a cliche, but love has no gender. I believe that, and I'm not
sorry
that I love you. You shouldn't be, either."
 

"I'm not sorry that I love you, Benny, I'm not. But I feel like I took
away your innocence."
 

He was looking into Benny's eyes, and Benny smiled. "I'm not that
innocent, Ray."
 

"No? How many men have you slept with?"
 

"Well, none, besides you, I mean. But -- "
 

"There you go."
 

"It isn't that simple. I'd be willing to bet you've never slept with a
man, either." Fraser leaned on one elbow and looked down at Ray.
 

"Okay, Benny, you got me there. But..." What could he ask? Benny always
seemed so... naive... when it came to sex and the ways of the world.
"Okay,
lemme ask you this. How many *women* have you slept with?" Ray fully
expected Benny to tell him it was none of his business.
 

"Three, Ray." Fraser didn't care what Ray knew about him; he wanted Ray
to know *all* about him.
 

Ray didn't want to ask, but he couldn't help himself. "Really? Who? I
mean, besides Victoria."
 

"When I was young... my last year of high school... I had a study
partner, Jenny, an Inuit girl... She... we..." He couldn't say more, it
wasn't his intention to talk about what they had done, or felt. He just
remembered her whispering, "Benton... don't you want me?" And then his own
voice saying, "Yes, but..." that was silenced when she kissed him.
 

"So that's where you got all that Inuit stuff. I wondered."
 

"Well, not really, Ray. I spent a lot of time in the far north, you
know." He smiled. "She was beautiful, Ray."
 

"What happened?"
 

"I joined the RCMP, and she married someone else."
 

"Oh, the usual."
"Yes."
 

Ray moved up in the bed slightly, so his eyes were level with Benny's.
"Okay, who else?"
 

Fraser suddenly went very quiet. "Er... Ray. I think that's enough. I
don't want to..." He had no idea what to say, but Ray suddenly got it.
 

"Oh my G-d. My sister. It was my sister."
 

Fraser closed his eyes and nodded, terrified of what Ray would do now. He
fully expected him to get out of bed and rush for the door. But Ray
didn't,
he just tightened his grip on him. "Benny... are you telling me that you
went *years* without sex?"
 

"There's no need to be so crude about it," Fraser admonished him.
 

"But that's what you're telling me."
 

"Women are not playthings, Ray." The lecturing tone was back.
 

"I know, Benny, it's just hard to imagine..." Then he suddenly seemed to
realise... "You did sleep with my sister."
 

"Well, I couldn't help it, Ray. She was very... insistent."
 

Ray opened his mouth to say that he knew how insistent Francesca could
be, but then Fraser smiled again, his ironic smile.
 

"I think that's a family trait. You're both... insistent." Fraser looked
into Ray's eyes, then leaned forward and kissed him - just a quick kiss
 

before he moved away so that he could enjoy the look in Ray's eyes.
 

"Y'know, Benny, I told her that guys like you aren't interested in girls
like her. Looks like I was right, but not the way I thought."
 

"It was always you I wanted," Fraser said - quietly, seriously. The quiet
mood they'd been in suddenly vanished, and Ray looked into those eyes and
saw desire there. He realised that this was a side of Benny only three
other
people had ever seen, and he felt privileged. "I want you, Ray," Fraser
said, not bothering with any more talking. And before Ray could respond
Fraser had thrown the covers off and was kissing and licking his own path
downwards.
 

Ray abandoned himself to the sensations, not sure if he was more
overwhelmed by what Fraser's mouth was doing to him, or by the idea of who
it was who was doing this to him.
 

Fraser looked up just before he reached Ray's groin. "Ray..."
And the detective struggled to respond. "Wh... what?"
 

"Look at me."
 

"Benny..."
 

"I said look, Ray."
 

Ray lifted his head and folded the pillow over so that he could look down
and see what Benny was doing without straining his neck. And what he saw
was
so exciting that he closed his eyes briefly, unable to bear it.
 

Fraser was lying with his arms on the side of the bed, his mouth poised
right over Ray's erection. He moved closer, and closer, and then the warm
wetness enveloped Ray once again, and he came almost immediately, the
sight,
thought, and sensation too much to possibly stand.
 

This time Benny moved back up his body quickly, and kissed him, and Ray
could taste himself in his... his lover's... mouth. He just stared,
totally
shell-shocked. "My G-d, Benny."
 

Fraser cradled Ray against his chest. "What, Ray?"
 

"I love you."
 

"I know. And I wanted you to watch *me* love *you*."
 

"It was exciting, Benny." Which was an understatement. "Now, you lie
down," he said. "And you get to watch this time."
 

Fraser took up the position that Ray had been in, and Ray once again set
himself the task of kissing all of Benny. He kissed and touched every bit
of
Benny, and just when Benny thought he'd finally get what he so wanted, Ray
would move back up and start again. "Ray...!" It was a plea of some kind.
 

"Ask me," Ray told Fraser. "Ask me."
 

"Please, Ray... I need... you."
 

"What do you want me to do, Benny?"
 

"Love me."
 

"How?"
 

Fraser blushed; something of a feat since he was naked and aroused and
had done some very intimate things with and to Ray. "With... with... Ray,
please!"
 

"Uh uh, you only get what you ask for." He kissed Fraser's stomach.
"So... I must love you with..."
 

"Your mouth, Ray." He finally managed to get it out.
 

"Well, if you insist." Ray grinned and kissed further down over his
abdomen, finally reaching Fraser's erection. He began by kissing up and
down, then, when he sensed that Fraser was getting beyond desperate, he
opened his mouth and let Benny's shaft slide in.
 

That was all it took. Fraser had been wound as tightly as a spring, and
the wonderful sensation sent him right over the edge. He came, crying out
incoherently.
 

Ray didn't move until he felt Benny calm down, and then he curled up next
to him, and pulled the covers up.
 

Fraser looked sideways at him and attempted a slight smile. "That was
cruel."
 

"Yeah, I know. But good, you gotta admit."
 

"Oh, yeah, very good. Ray... where did you learn that?!"
 

"Would you believe my wife?"
 

Fraser was nonplussed. "Your *wife*?"
 

Ray shrugged. "She liked foreplay."
 

"Oh." A slight pause. "Are you going to tell me?"
 

"Huh?"
 

"How many women, Ray."
 

"Oh yeah, that." Ray tried to remember. It wasn't as many as he would
have liked, but... "Um... let's see... about nine. I think."
 

"You think?"
 

"I was in high school in the '70s, Benny. The only thing we had to worry
about back then was getting some girl pregnant."
 

"Ah."
 

Ray looked out of the window. "Hey, it's dark already."
 

"We've been here for quite a while," Fraser reminded him.
 

"Well, let's order pizza." And he quickly continued before Fraser could
speak. "From this side of town, don't worry."
 

"And then..." prompted Fraser.
 

"Then we make love some more and fall asleep in each other's arms, how's
that?"
 

"That's a very good idea."
 

"Yeah, thought you'd like it."
 

Once they had started an intimate relationship, it was hard for them to
remember how they had ever kept their hands off one another. They could
hardly go an hour without touching, if they were together. Fraser had hung
 

around the precinct a lot anyway, so his continual presence didn't bother
anyone. They would touch briefly when they were alone in the observation
room, or the canteen... in fact, anywhere there was no one else around.
 

Fraser walked into the precinct one day when Ray was doing paperwork.
Most of the other officers had gone home. Ray had a double shift because
Welsh had decided that his paperwork wasn't up to date. "I'll be here till
ten, Benny. Why don't you go home?"
 

Benny had that gleam in his eye, the one Ray had come to know very well
in the couple of months since their relationship had changed. "I don't
think
I can do that, Ray."
 

"Benny, there are still a few people around. Welsh is still here. And I
do have to finish this stuff."
 

Before they had begun, Fraser would *never* have been as reckless as he
found himself becoming every time he looked at Ray. Love made him that
way;
he just wanted to throw caution to the winds the whole time, to enjoy the
freedom that love seemed to bring him. "Ray, you need a break." He said it
loudly enough that anyone within earshot wouldn't be surprised when they
headed for the canteen.
 

"Benny..."
 

"Come and get something to drink. You look tired."
 

Ray knew very well that Fraser didn't intend for him to get coffee, but
seeing Benny made him want to fling caution to the winds as well. "All
right. Five minutes."
 

Once they were in the corridor, however, Fraser stopped, checked that
there was no one around to see, and pulled Ray into the closet.
 

"Benny, have you got a death wish? If Welsh catches us..."
 

"No one will catch us, Ray. I've observed the people who use this closet,
and it would appear that only the maintenance people and Elaine ever need
the supplies in here. We're perfectly safe." And with that he pulled Ray
to
him and kissed him quite thoroughly, arousing Ray immediately.
 

Ray reached around behind Benny and pulled him to him, their groins
fitting tightly together, each able to feel the hardness of the other...
which only made them want this *more*.
 

Fraser slid his hand down inside Ray's pants, and into his underwear,
grasping him tightly. "G-d, Benny, you're gonna kill me."
 

"I doubt that." He took Ray's hand and guided it into his own pants,
feeling Ray's fingers curl around him.
 

Ray waited until Fraser's hand began to move, and then he matched the
movements quite smoothly. They had done this enough times to know how the
other would react... and how fast to go. Ray wanted it pretty fast this
time, because he had work to do. "G-d, Benny, more," he panted, increasing
the tempo of his own movements on Benny's erection.
 

And Benny did as he asked, his breath faltering as he moved his own hand
faster and concentrated on the sensations Ray was causing at the same
time.
And then he gasped out, "Ray, Ray, Ray," as he came into his friend's
hand,
feeling Ray's orgasm and loud whisper of, "G-d! Benny!" only seconds
later.
 

They slumped against the closet wall and slid down, eventually managing
to reclaim their hands from the other's underwear. Ray turned to Fraser in
the darkness. "I needed that. G-d, but I needed that!"
 

Fraser reached over and kissed him. "I know, Ray. We both did. And now I
think you'll be able to get that paperwork done much faster."
 

"At warp speed, Benny." He smiled in the darkness.
 

Welsh looked out of his office to see the cop and the Mountie disappearing
around the corner. Had Fraser said something about Ray needing a break?
The
lieutenant wasn't sure, but a break did sound like a good idea right now.
He
walked along to the canteen, but the friends were nowhere in sight.
Shrugging slightly, Welsh got himself some coffee and headed back to his
office. But as he passed the closet, he heard... Well, it sounded like
talking. He stopped, and then grinned slightly. Oh, yeah. For some reason
those two had a thing for closets. They couldn't have a private talk
anywhere except the closet, for some reason. If he didn't know better,
he'd
think...
 

Just then he heard what sounded like the Mountie's voice. But it
sounded... strained. And what it said was, "Ray, Ray, Ray." And then he
heard Ray's voice. "G-d! Benny!" and a lot of heavy breathing.
 

Welsh started. He was standing with his ear to the closet door,
eavesdropping. He really shouldn't be doing this... but it sounded like
those two were doing more than just *talking* in there. Then Vecchio's
voice
again, saying how much he'd needed 'that', and the Mountie agreeing that
they had both needed it.
 

Welsh stepped back from the door in shock. They were. They really were
 

having *sex* in the closet. Welsh walked back to his office a lot faster
than his normal speed, and sat down heavily at his desk. A whine startled
him, and he saw the wolf sitting looking up at him with soulful, 'feed me'
eyes.
 

He took pity on Dief and gave him a coldcut off of his own sandwich. "You
know about them, don't you, boy?" he asked the wolf.
 

Dief just whined back, hoping for more.
 

After taking a minute or two to compose themselves (not to mention having
to
hide the evidence of what they'd been doing - Fraser's jacket was long
enough to hide anything, but Ray's wasn't, so they agreed he'd just walk
in
front until they got to Ray's desk), the pair returned to the desk area.
 

They didn't see Welsh looking at them from his office, and shaking his
head.
 

Welsh just looked at the pair, wondering why he wasn't angry, or even
disgusted. But somehow, those two seemed to belong together. They needed
each other, he could tell. And Vecchio had become one heck of a better cop
since he began hanging out with the Mountie. Welsh was not going to look a
gift horse in the mouth, definitely not. He smiled when he saw Ray put his
overcoat on. It was perfectly warm in the building, no need for
overcoats...
 

Fraser looked around for Dief. "Ray, I think I'll wait for you in the car.
I
don't want to distract you anymore," he said in a low voice.
 

Ray handed him the Riv's keys. "Yeah, okay."
 

Fraser took them, then noticed the wolf sitting in the doorway of
Lieutenant Welsh's office. "Well? Are you coming?"
 

Dief just sat there, so Fraser walked forward. Then he saw Welsh sitting
at his desk with a rather... silly grin on his face. "Excuse me,
Lieutenant.
I hope Dief hasn't been bothering you." Was it his imagination, or was
Ray's
supervisor trying not to laugh?
 

"No, not at all, Constable. He's good company."
 

"Oh. Well, goodnight, Lieutenant."
 

"Goodnight, Constable."
 

Ray managed to finish the paperwork before nine thirty, so they were on
their way to Fraser's apartment much earlier than anticipated. But they
weren't even halfway there when Fraser said, in a rather subdued voice,
"Ray, I..."
 

"What, Benny?" Ray knew that when Fraser used that tone of voice, he was
going to ask something that he thought would shock his best friend. Ray
had
been surprised at Fraser's new-found adventurism, but he liked it.
 

"I... Could we..." He trailed off, blushing.
 

"WHAT, Benny?"
 

"Ray, I'd really like it if we could stop somewhere safe. I... I want to
make love to you here."
 

"In the RIV?" Ray was a little shocked; not that he'd never had sex in a
car before, but... they weren't in high school. Despite his surprise, Ray
found that the thought was really quite arousing. His breathing quickened.
 

"Yes, Ray," Benny was saying, still blushing. "I..."
 

Ray interrupted him. "It's okay, Benny, I get it. I'd *love* to make love
to you in the Riv."
 

They drove a little way out of town to a slightly wooded area and parked
between two large trees. Ray grinned as he remembered coming here with
Angie
many, many years ago. It had been a secret place he'd discovered one day
while still in the Academy: far off the road, nicely secluded, and best of
all, hard to see unless you were right on top of the site.
 

Ray turned and looked at Benny, who looked back at him ever so
innocently. The only thing that betrayed his desire was his breathing,
once
again. "Front seat or back seat?" Ray asked, grinning.
 

"Back seat," Fraser said, getting out and opening the back door. Dief
took the opportunity to jump out and look thoughtfully at his owner. The
wolf hoped they weren't having tracking lessons again. "No, no tracking
lessons," Fraser said to him. "Just don't go too far." Dief gave him his
'okay' whine and padded off amongst the trees.
 

Fraser got in the back seat, and Ray joined him. The second they had the
doors closed, they were in each other's arms, clutching each other for
dear
life. "Ray, I've never wanted anyone so much in my life... This is
strange..."
 

Ray paused in his kissing of the Mountie's neck to mumble, "What's
strange, Benny?"
 

"All I can think about now is you. All I ever want is to touch you. Is it
always going to be like this?"
 

Ray realised that Fraser hadn't had too many long-term relationships, not
the kind that featured such a lot of sex, at any rate. It was probably a
bit
scary, for him to be this out of control. Again Ray felt a twinge of guilt
for 'corrupting' his saintly friend. He sat back from Benny. "I did this
to
you, it's my fault..."
 

"I wanted it, Ray. I wanted it so badly. You know that." And without
 

waiting for Ray to reply to his actual question, he fastened his mouth to
Ray's and kissed him deeply, wanting to possess each and every inch of his
mouth, enjoying the way Ray writhed against him with desire.
 

Carefully, Fraser leaned backwards so that he was lying down lengthwise
on the seat with Ray on top of him, their legs tangled together against
the
door. And Ray was moving against him as their mouths melded, and Fraser
knew
that neither of them was going to last very long.
 

Managing to keep up the kiss, Fraser unbuckled Ray's belt and undid his
pants, trying to pull them down in the confines of the car. But it was
awkward, and then Ray pulled them down himself, working now on Fraser's
pants, which he yanked down as well, having better leverage than Benny.
 

And their naked flesh touched, and their mouths parted for a second in
pure shock and pleasure. "Oh G-d! Ray!" Fraser yelled, glad that Ray had
picked a secluded place for this.
 

"Benny," whispered Ray with complete happiness as he captured the
Mountie's mouth again. Then he broke the kiss to look down into those
beautiful eyes, glazed now with utter passion and desire. Benny was so
lovely when he had desire in his eyes. And Ray felt privileged that he was
one of the very few who had ever seen Fraser like this.
 

"Please, Ray," Benny begged, his voice ragged. "Please..."
 

Ray heard the love and need in that voice, and pressed harder into Benny,
their erections pushing into each other: so hot, so desperate. Ray had
hoped
to get a few more clothes off, to taste all of Benny's skin, to have Benny
taste and touch him... but he knew that wouldn't be happening this time.
And
so he moved against Benny, thrusting slowly at first, feeling the
wonderful
sensation of their most intimate parts touching this way, keeping his eyes
locked with Benny's.
 

Fraser couldn't really move, what with Ray on top of him, but he didn't
need to as he looked into those hazel eyes and felt himself approaching
that
wonderful threshold, aroused by all this as well as the thought that it
was
Ray causing it.
 

And then Ray moved faster, and despite his precarious position, Fraser
managed to move a little against Ray by bracing his feet against the door,
and then he felt Ray come against him, and he called Ray's name once
again,
and spilled his own seed between their bodies as the sensations overtook
him.
 

They lay there for a long time after that, just revelling in the feel of
one another. Ray's head rested on Fraser's shoulder, and Fraser reached up
to touch Ray's hair, enjoying how it felt against his palm. Finally he
spoke. "I love you, Ray."
 

Ray lifted his head. "Yeah, Benny, I know. And I love you." It seemed as
if he wanted to say more, but he didn't. And actually, Ray was thinking
that
perhaps this was the time to be like Benny and not to speak, to just lie
there and *feel*. It was so *good*, this wonderful sensation of just
feeling.
 

After a lot more time had passed, they heard a whine at the door. That
seemed to be the signal to disengage, and they sat up after struggling a
little. Fraser adjusted his pants and tunic, while Ray did the same. Then
they both got out - Dief jumped right back in, sniffing a bit too
obviously
and giving them what passed for a knowing look - and got back into the
front.
 

Ray looked at the time. It was nearly midnight. "Home, Benny?"
 

"Home, Ray."
 

In Fraser's apartment, Benny suddenly turned to him. "Ray, stay with me
tonight. Please."
 

Ray went home each night, not wanting to alarm his family. Not that he
thought they would disapprove, but he hadn't been sure what to tell them,
so
he hadn't told them anything. But as he looked into the blue depths of
Benny's eyes he knew he couldn't refuse. Whatever Benny wanted, Ray would
give him. "Okay, Benny, but I have to call home. Ma will be worried if I
don't." At Fraser's nod he pulled out his cell phone and dialled his home
number. "Ma? Yeah, I know it's late. Had a lot to do. Look, I'm really
tired. I'm gonna sack out at Benny's tonight, okay? Don't worry." Then Ray
was silent for a long time as his mother presumably lectured him. "Yeah,
Ma.
We'll talk more about it tomorrow. I love you too, Ma. Bye." He closed the
phone and sat heavily on Fraser's bed.
 

"Ray?"
 

"My mother says I shouldn't lie to her. If I want to stay here and, I
swear this is what she said, 'be with Benton intimately', it's okay, but I
must just tell her so that she doesn't worry about me."
 

Fraser smiled at that. Ray's family were loud and rowdy, but at times
they seemed heaven-sent. "I like your mother, Ray," he said.
 

 

Ray grinned back. "Yeah, she's a great lady."
 

They really were both tired from the long day they had put in, and so
they went down the hall to take a shower, and then straight to bed.
 

Fraser lay in Ray's arms breathing in the clean, soapy scent from the
shower, and underneath that, Ray's own unique scent. This was how it was
meant to be, he mused. Their gender meant nothing, not when stacked up
against love. Fraser drifted to sleep on that thought. Nothing meant
anything when stacked up against love.
 

Ray heard the change in Benny's breathing and knew he was asleep. He
smiled to himself. How many times had he seen Benny sleep? Too many to
count, that was for sure. And he now knew that his heart had caught in his
throat *every single time*. Benny was so, so beautiful, more beautiful
than
any man had a right to be. And Benny loved him. Ray wasn't sure why, but
he
knew it was true. He also knew that Benny would *always* love him, and
he'd
always love Benny, no matter what happened.
 

Fraser woke in the early hours of the morning, feeling slightly
discontented. And as soon as he woke enough, he knew why - Ray was no
longer
in the bed with him. "Ray?"
 

"I'm here, Benny." Ray was standing at the window, looking out.
 

"What's wrong?"
 

Ray turned, and his smile told it all, even as his voice said it:
"Nothing's wrong, Benny. I just love you. I've just been standing here
thinking about that."
 

Fraser got out of bed and came up behind Ray, folding his arms about him
and putting his chin on Ray's shoulder. "And?"
 

"People have to know. I want the world to know that we love each other."
 

And, quite unexpectedly, Fraser agreed. Ray had thought he would pull
away, or list the reasons why telling people was a bad idea, but he
didn't.
"I'll be proud to tell people," Benny said. "I want to tell them you're
mine, and I'm yours. We belong to each other." There was a long pause
while
they stood together, satisfied that this was the right thing to do. Then
Fraser said, "Your job, Ray..."
 

Ray shrugged in Benny's arms. "People are still homophobic mostly, but we
can handle it. Welsh won't be swayed by other people, and I really don't
think he cares one bit about my sex life."
 

Fraser's arms tightened about him, and Ray turned in them so that he
could kiss Benny with all his might. As they shared heat and desire in the
kiss, Ray could feel Benny's need of him already, and when the kiss ended
he
looked into Benny's eyes and saw that Benny could feel his, too, and
wanted
it.
 

There was just one thing they had not done... Not because they were
frightened, but because they had figured that each act would come in its
own
time. And now Ray knew exactly what that meant, as he looked into those
blue, blue eyes and said, bluntly, "Benny, I want to fuck you."
 

Fraser's pupils dilated at that statement, as his mind's eye took over,
imagining what it would look like, and feel like. "I know, Ray," Fraser
said. "I've been waiting."
 

"For me? You could have said something..."
 

"No, for us both. For the right moment, for you to want me, and for me to
want you."
 

"And do you want me, Benny?"
 

"Oh, yeah," Fraser said, grinding his own hips into Ray's.
 

"You want me to fuck you..." Ray mused, "or do you want to fuck me?" The
word was so stark, but it left nothing to the imagination. There was no
room
to doubt what they were talking about.
 

"Both, of course," Fraser said, and Ray couldn't help grinning at that.
Fraser had used his lecturing tone, the tone he always said, "That's just
silly, Ray," in. Then Fraser continued, "But right now, you have to...
fuck... me."
 

"You don't swear a lot, do you, Benny?" Ray said, smiling at his friend's
hesitation.
 

"You know I don't, Ray."
 

"You want I should use a different word?"
 

"No, Ray. Just do it. I need it... you."
 

Ray smiled at that, and reached out, pulling Benny's boxer shorts off.
They had gone to sleep naked, but of course a sense of propriety - and the
fact that Benny's windows didn't have curtains - had prevailed. Ray
shivered
with anticipation as Fraser yanked his briefs down, and off.
 

One last kiss, then Fraser moved away, handing Ray the tube they had
bought a week ago. Fraser lay face-down on the bed, but Ray pulled him up
again. "No, Benny. I want to see you. I have to look in your eyes."
 

Once again the pupils in those blue eyes dilated, and Fraser lay down,
looking up at Ray this time, spreading his legs and bringing his knees up,
waiting, a desperate, hungry look in his eyes.
 

Ray sat at the edge of the bed, touching the lubricant to his fingers,
 

and then into Benny, never taking his eyes from Benny's. His desire was
only
magnified by the expressions that flitted across Benny's face as Ray's
fingers smoothed the lubricant inside him. Then Ray knelt on the bed,
smearing it on himself quickly and then pulling Benny up to fit against
him,
holding the backs of Benny's knees, pushing his legs back so that Benny
was
completely open to him.
 

He looked into Benny's eyes for any sign that he didn't want this, but
all he saw there was raw need and desire. Ray didn't need to say anything
more; he just used one hand to position himself, and then he moved, and he
was inside Benny, stopping all movement for a minute while he and Benny
got
used to these new sensations. He let go of Benny's legs, and they wrapped
around his lower chest and back, keeping Benny fitted tightly against him.
And that was all the stimulus that Ray needed; he leaned over Benny, then,
bracing his hands on the bed on either side, and began to move: slowly at
first, but then more quickly.
 

And then Benny spoke. "Ray... kiss me."
 

Ray leaned down further, as Fraser moved up a little, and their lips met,
parting to allow their tongues the imitation of the act their bodies were
performing. But it was awkward in this position, and the kiss ended too
soon, Ray moving away again to reduce the stress on Fraser's spine. He
wanted Benny to enjoy this, too, but he also wanted... He wanted another
fantasy of his. "Benny... touch yourself."
 

It was a whisper, but Benny heard him and wrapped one hand around his own
penis, caressing himself slowly at first, but then more and more quickly
as
Ray once again sped up his movements... faster, and faster, finally
spilling
himself into his friend in quick, short spurts.
 

Ray would have moved away and collapsed, then, but Fraser held him
immobile, grasping one of Ray's hands and touching it to his flesh as
well... Tired but grinning, Ray helped Fraser to orgasm, smiling when the
warm liquid spilled over their entwined hands.
 

Fraser suddenly let his knees unlock, and Ray was free. He moved away,
crawling up to lie beside Benny. "G-d, Benny, that was..."
 

"Indescribable?" Fraser grinned.
 

"Yeah. Damn good." He leaned in and gave Fraser the kiss he'd wanted to
earlier: a kiss of trust, and love, and belonging. Then, "How did it feel,
Benny?"
 

"Good, Ray. It felt good." Benny grinned at him shyly, and closed his
eyes.
 

Ray lay there again, watching Benny sleep, until he too drifted off.
 

Lieutenant Welsh had Elaine tell Ray to come to his office first thing the
next morning. As luck would have it, Fraser had tagged along yet again.
Welsh saw the Mountie standing outside, and sighed. He might as well talk
to
them at the same time. "Vecchio, get Big Red."
 

Ray looked a little confused, but motioned Fraser into the office as
well. Ray wondered what they'd done to get this treatment. He glanced at
Benny, but Benny was staring straight ahead, giving nothing away.
 

"What's this all about, Sir?" Ray asked.
 

"What this is all about, Detective, is your behaviour last night."
 

Ray felt panic rise. His boss couldn't know... could he? "Sir?" He wanted
to look at Benny, but decided it was better not to.
 

"Vecchio, do you two realise that a police station is a public place?"
Without waiting for an answer he continued. "Now, I don't care if you two
want to screw each other's brains out all day, every day. That's your
choice, and you make a nice couple. That's not what this is about."
 

This time the pair did look at each other in complete surprise. A *nice
couple*?? "Uh, it isn't?" Ray had no idea what he was supposed to say in
this situation.
 

"No. Maybe the closet seems like a safe place. Granted, everyone knows
not to disturb you anymore once you go in there. But the janitor might
open
the door for some other reason, and then you'd both be up the creek as
they
say."
 

"Sir, how...?" began Ray, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.
 

"I passed the closet last night on my way to get coffee. You really were
not very quiet."
 

Oh G-d. Ray looked at the floor in embarrassment. But then Fraser spoke.
 

"Lieutenant, as far as I can understand, you don't disapprove, you'd just
prefer it if we maintained a professional relationship while inside the
station."
 

"Exactly."
 

Ray looked at his superior again. "You don't disapprove?"
 

"What you do with your... self... is none of my business, unless it
affects your job or my other detectives. Do I make myself clear?"
 

"Yes, Sir."
 

"Fine." Welsh waved them out.
 

They sat at Ray's desk just looking at each other. "Well, I suppose I
should
 

be happy that I was right - Welsh doesn't care about my sex life."
 

Fraser looked into those hazel eyes. "But he does care about you, Ray. I
think he values you as a member of his team. He wouldn't like for you to
compromise that."
 

"And I won't, Benny." He lowered his voice even more. "No more dragging
me into closets, okay."
 

Fraser nodded, a hint of a smile touching his eyes. "Understood." But
despite that slight smile, there was a tinge of disappointment in his
voice.
 

Ray picked it up, of course. "What, Benny?"
 

"We'll talk later, Ray." Fraser got up - he had to get to work anyway.
 

"Okay, Benny," Ray said agreeably. "I'll pick you up at five."
 

But Benny wasn't outside the Consulate at five, and Ray got worried. He
wasn't too worried, however, because sometimes Benny was a little late. So
he got out and went up to Fraser's office.
 

"Benny?" He put his head round the door. Sure enough, Fraser was there,
looking somewhat... apprehensive. "Benny, are you okay?"
 

"I'm fine, Ray." Fraser got up, went to the door and locked it.
 

Ray's eyebrows shot up. Benny didn't want to... "Benny..." he began, but
for once Fraser interrupted him.
 

"Ray... when we made love in the car... and the closet... I..." He
faltered, wondering how he could possibly say this to his best friend, his
lover.
 

But Ray understood just fine. "You found it exciting, those other
locations."
 

Fraser looked down, and flushed, but he nodded. "Yes."
 

"And now you want us to make love at the Consulate."
 

Another embarrassed nod. "Yes."
 

"Right here, in your office, as a matter of fact."
 

This time there was no whispered agreement, just the nod.
 

"Where, on the desk?"
 

Benny nodded, and lifted his eyes to meet Ray's. "I don't understand it,
Ray, this isn't like me. I feel... free... when I'm with you."
 

Ray walked over and crushed Benny against him. "Well, good." He moved his
hips against Benny's, letting him feel his agreement. "But it has to be
special, in here."
 

"Agreed."
 

"So, I want to know what it's like, Benny. I want you to fuck me." Ray
deliberately used that word, because he liked the way Benny's eyes dilated
when he did.
 

Benny's eyes dilated now, but he didn't seem to be in agreement. "I...
I'm not sure if..."
 

"We don't need the bed, Benny. You must know that."
 

"I know that, Ray, I just... Are you sure?"
 

"Sure I'm sure, Benny." There was a slight hesitation. "Did you bring..."
Fraser reached into his bottom drawer and retrieved the lubricant. "Geez,
Benny, what if the Dragon Lady looks in there!"
 

Fraser smiled in what for him was a decidedly evil way. "It's the first
aid drawer, Ray. Sometimes we get tourists in who've been mugged, Turnbull
cuts himself sometimes..."
 

"And that'll fool her?"
 

"It's a medical item, Ray."
 

"If you say so." Ray thought about it, but realised that Fraser's
innocent look *would* probably fool Thatcher. Goodness knew, it had fooled
him for a long time. Then he looked at Fraser's desk. "Benny... how?"
 

"It's up to you, Ray," Benny said as he slipped Ray's jacket off his
shoulders and began to unbutton his shirt.
 

"Yeah." Ray studied the desk. He didn't relish the idea of lying on it,
definitely not. Which left...
 

Ray let the shirt slip from his shoulders and unbuckled his own belt,
unzipping his pants and letting them fall. As he took off his underwear he
watched in appreciation as Fraser divested himself of all his Mountie
regalia, until Benny stood gloriously naked in front of him.
 

Ray walked forward into Benny's arms and kissed him quite thoroughly,
feeling both their needs intensify. Then he broke from the embrace and
leaned over the table, facing away from Benny.
 

"Is this how you want it, Ray?" Fraser asked.
 

"Yeah, Benny."
 

At that, Fraser squeezed the required amount of gel onto his fingers, and
applied it to himself and Ray, part of his mind filing away with
detachment
exactly what Ray's intimate contours felt like. Then he carefully moved in
behind Ray, positioning himself and pushing in very carefully.
 

"Oh, Benny!" Ray whispered loudly.
 

"Are you all right, Ray?" Fraser leaned over him, concerned.
 

"I'm fine, Benny. It's just... good."
 

Fraser smiled at that, and began to move, slowly and uncertainly at
first, but then with more speed as his confidence grew. Ray leaned his
head
on his arm flat on the desk, closed his eyes and just experienced, as
Fraser's thrusts grew faster, and then faster still.
 

Then there was an odd sort of strangled sound that Benny made, and he
 

held onto Ray's hips with a death grip. Ray smiled as he felt Fraser's
warm
body settle onto his back, knowing that Benny had come.
 

After what seemed like an eternity, but was only really a few minutes,
Fraser moved away, slipping out of Ray's body. Ray struggled to get his
muscles to remember to work, and pushed himself up off the desk, turning
into Benny's arms. "That was good, Benny."
 

"Really?" Blue eyes searched his face, but saw only truth there. Then he
looked down, and saw that Ray had not been satisfied. "Ray, you..."
 

Ray started to say that it didn't matter, but Fraser knelt in front of
him too quickly, and engulfed him in what seemed like one complete
movement.
 

Ray wanted to call out with the pleasure of it, but all that came out was
a long, deep sigh as he looked down and saw what Benny was doing. And then
all he could do was lean back against the desk and *feel*, as Benny put
all his recent experience into practice. Ray closed his eyes and threw his
head back, just feeling, letting the sensations wash over him.
 

Eventually, it all became too much. "Benny..." he managed to get out,
just as it all came to a head and he climaxed, gloriously, in Benny's
mouth,
feeling both pleasure and love all at once.
 

When he was coherent again, Ray looked down. Benny was still kneeling
there, looking up at him with that deceptively innocent look on his face.
"What?" Ray asked without preamble.
 

Fraser shook his head. "I'm free, Ray."
 

"You said that before, Benny. Free of what? Inhibitions?"
 

Benny nodded. "And free of myself, the part of me that insists on being
correct all the time. A year ago, I would *never* have contemplated...
this... in my office."
 

"You would never have contemplated fucking someone in your office, you
mean," Ray said, grinning. He wanted to hear Benny's response to *that*.
 

But Benny agreed with him. "Exactly."
 

"Yeah, well, the Dragon Lady would faint I guess."
 

"I told her," said Fraser.
 

"WHAT?!"
 

"I told her, Ray."
 

Ray was really surprised. "And?"
 

"She told me that since you and I didn't work in the same police force,
it might have a chance of working out." Fraser got up now, and wrapped his
arms around Ray again.
 

"And do you think it has a chance, Benny?" Ray asked. He couldn't imagine
ever being apart from Benny again.
 

"Yes, Ray," Fraser said, ever so patiently.
 

"Me too," Ray grinned, kissing Benny quickly. "So... what's the next
step?"
 

"I want you to live with me, Ray."
 

Ray's eyes widened. "Really?"
 

"Yeah. I want to be with you, to be able to love you whenever I'm not on
duty."
 

Ray had fixed his clothes, and now they were talking as they descended
the staircase in the Consulate.
 

"I'm not moving into that roach haven you call an apartment, Benny," Ray
grinned as they walked out to the Riv.
 

"That's all right, Ray." They got into the car (letting Dief in first, of
course) and Fraser pulled some brochures from his hat. "They're building
some new apartment complexes near here soon. I thought you might want to
take a look..."
 

Ray looked at Fraser and smiled with the love he felt. "Later, Benny.
 

Right now there's only one thing I need." He grinned lasciviously.
 

Fraser knew exactly what he was going to say, but he asked anyway. "Oh?
What's that?"
 

"You," Ray said simply.
 

THE END