The First Time...   The First Time...
 A New Due South Slash Story 
 by Red Skye 
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 NOTES: You know the drill, text bracketed =like this=
 indicates someone's thoughts, and text bracketed *thusly*
 denotes emphasis. 
 This one's for DonnaR - I made a request for some kind of
 feedback, and she responded with it, and a request for a short
 stand alone story with enough characterization that someone
 who's never seen Due South to understand and enjoy it.
 Preferably one with first time connotations or a good sex
 scene.
 Hmm.... *ME* write a *short* story... 
 Let's see, this story is 9 pages or approximately 4570
 words long. Short enough? There's sex, loads of character
 information to give you a handle on the characters and it's a
 first time, stand along story - Ask and you shall receive.
 Enjoy.
 
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 Tall, lithe and slim, skin that in summer turned the
 colour of coffee with just a touch of milk. Smoky green eyes,
 a nose that was a little on the generous size, a mouth that
 smiled easily, and unlike other men of his heritage, elegant
 brows that teamed with those smoky green eyes could be so
 expressive. That was Detective Raymond Vecchio, all over,
 expressive. Never afraid to express his opinions, disgust or
 feelings.
 That was until he met a blue eyed, oh so polite Mountie,
 Benton Fraser. Pale of skin, dark of hair, the sort of nose he
 used to wish he'd been born with as a teen, and all the
 features women drool over. And a goodly portion of the female
 population did. 
 It wasn't just the Canadian's looks that made woman fall
 over themselves in their eagerness to gain the Mountie's
 attention, no, it went beyond that. He was a gentleman in the
 truest sense of the word. Never a harsh word, unfailingly
 polite, always, dedicated, chivalrous in an age when people
 oft expressed the sentiment that chivalry was dead.
 Sometime Ray hated Fraser, he hated the way women ignored
 him when the Mountie was around, he hated the way it always
 seemed that Fraser got all the glory and attention, even when
 a successful arrest was the result of a joint effort on both
 their parts. He hated the way he always managed to look
 perfectly groomed, no matter what. It was as if the first
 thing the mountie did each day before he left his decrepit
 apartment was apply a good thick coat of Scotchgaurd. While,
 he Ray always seemed to end up with a ruined suit, covered in
 filth, smelling horrible, looking like something the cat
 dragged in.
 Ray also hated the way the Mountie was completely obvious
 to the fact he could reduce him (Ray) to a quivering mass of
 hormonal impulses. There were times he just wanted to stop the
 Mountie's insane Inuit tales by kissing him breathless. Times
 he watched his agile unofficial partner in action that just
 got his pulse racing and pounding in places that made him glad
 he wore baggy pants and thigh length coats.
 But what he hated Fraser the most for, was the way Nanuk
 of the North had turned his life upside down, making him fall
 head over heels in love with him and remained so steadfastly
 ignorant of the fact he wanted to be his partner in more ways
 than one.
 Sometimes it made Ray want to approach the nearest wall
 and bash his head against it, but all that would achieve would
 be to give him a head ache and possibly concussion.
 Ray could just not believe how totally oblivious Fraser
 was to it, he gave the damned man enough hints. Taken him home
 to meet his family, dragged himself out of his hospital bed,
 followed the damned man all the way to Canada. And as if that
 wasn't enough, it was right after he'd almost blown himself to
 bits trying to save the Mountie from the booby trap left
 behind by the Mountie Killer they were tracking.
 That was when Ray had realised he'd fallen for the
 seemingly innocent Mountie. Cynical and brash he might be, but
 he was also realistic. It had just taken a little while for
 his conscious id to get wise to his subconscious id's
 influence. It was fate, obviously, they were meant to be
 together. To be partner's - hadn't the RCMP banished Fraser to
 Chicago. Who was Ray to fight fate. 
 It took him a little longer to realise that it wasn't
 platonic love he felt, that the bond he'd recognised for what
 it was went deeper than a desire to have this man's life long
 friendship. What he wanted was a relationship. An intimate one
 at that. 
 He tried to fight it for a time, pestering women of all
 types, sleazy women, easy women, career women, like Louise.
 He'd lost the fight when Irene lost her life. The last woman
 left on Earth who could and did make him forget all about his
 deep attraction to the Mountie. Her life snuffed out by a
 bullet meant for him fired from her own brother's gun. And
 with Irene went the last of Ray's defence against his desire
 for the Canadian.
 Innocent Fraser was not, even if he gave off that
 impression. Victoria had taken that innocence and trust in his
 fellow members of the human race used and abused it. She'd
 used sex to wrap him around her little finger, and the
 trusting Mountie had been too innocent to see through her mind
 games.
 Many a fantasy Ray had secretly indulged in, assuming
 Fraser was gay from the way he was so skittish around women,
 bit the dust when he'd realised Fraser had a woman in his
 apartment - a woman he'd been sleeping with.
 Ray had been tormented for months after, by the fact he'd
 put a bullet in Fraser's back trying to stop Victoria from
 escaping after she'd turned their lives upside down seeking 
 vengeance. But nothing could have hurt Ray more than Fraser
 revealing he hadn't been trying to stop her escaping but
 trying to join her.
 He never expressed these feelings to anyone, he kept them
 looked up inside, and in time they passed, as did the desire
 to bash his head against a wall whenever Fraser failed to take
 a hint, or turned into a bumbling idiot around Inspector
 Thatcher, the Dragon Lady. She of the scathing commentary,
 fiery temper and domineering nature. 
 Ray came oh so close to shoving Fraser off the roof of
 the justice building when he realised Fraser was actually
 flirting with the damned woman in front of him, albeit, using
 semaphore. He'd been sooo tempted. After all the irritation,
 suppressed sexual desire and frustration - both sexual and
 general at his part in a major event had been once again
 ignored in favour of Fraser's role in it being splashed all
 over the media came to a head. After getting some of it off
 his chest, and finally getting Fraser to admit he had feelings
 and almost being blown to bits by the bolt brothers bomb. It
 was one of those times when he felt like either hitting or
 kissing the oblivious Mountie.
 He'd done neither.
 And now, he sitting in his Riv, driving through the
 cities streets with Fraser at his side, more oblivious than
 usual due to a head injury he'd suffered playing supermountie
 again. Oh the temptation, when Fraser uttered those words. He
 was sooo tempted to lie, to tell the befuddled Benton that
 yes, they were more than friends, they were partners, in more
 than just a occupational sense. To drive back to that ratty
 apartment of his and do all the things he secretly fantasized
 about doing to him.
 It all ran through his head in the moments that followed
 Fraser's reaction to his innocent comment. 
 "Benny, I could kiss you."
 
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 Ray's mouth opened to utter those words again as Fraser
 supplied him with the vital piece of evidence he needed to
 wrap up the case Welsh had been nagging him about. But the
 words weren't spoken. As if of their own volition, his arms
 rose, hands reaching out to cup Fraser's face and before he
 could stop to think about it, his lips were pressed to the
 Mountie's. A hard, fast, excited kiss before he drew back to
 announce, "God, I love you," and snatch that evidence from
 Fraser's suddenly lax hands.
 Ray bounded off before the Mountie could gather scattered
 wits to deck him or berate him for it and the Detective spent
 the rest of day on top of the world. After 3 or was it 4 long
 years of yearning to touch, kiss and declare his love for he
 magnificent Mountie he'd done it and gotten away with it. 
 He came down with a thud the next morning when his cel
 phone rang as he was bounding down the porch steps heading for
 his car. It was Fraser, calling to tell him he didn't need a
 lift into work. To add insult to injury when he collected the
 Mountie from the consulate that evening it was to be told
 Inspector Thatcher had ordered him to take some of his
 accumulated leave and take a holiday. 
 Ray was wondering if he could get a break on short notice
 when Fraser continued on to announce that she meant
 *immediately*. Ray knew there was no way he could get time off
 to join Fraser on holiday at notice that short.
 "So what are you going to do Benny?"
 "Go home. We never did get around to rebuilding the
 cabin, or even inspecting it. I really think I should, at
 least then I'll have a fair idea of what work I'll need to do
 to rebuild."
 "Yeah, good idea," Ray said, without much enthusiasm,
 thinking of the plans they'd made to rebuild it together. 
 Another fantasy of his bit the dust, the fantasy where he
 got to watch Fraser puttering around in his faded jeans, and
 little else but a fine sheen of sweat coating his body.
 Snuggling down together to sleep - to conserve body heat -
 which naturally lead to generating a little heat in a far more
 intimate way.
 =Rub it in why don't you Benny=
 "I can get all the equipment we'll need to do it once I
 inspect it."
 =Did he just say what I think he did?=
 "We?" He hated the way his voice squeaked. "What do you
 mean *We*."
 "Well Ray I do have quite a bit of leave accumulated, I
 won't be taking all of it. I was hoping we could go back,
 together to work on it, that is unless you intend you follow
 your aborted plan of heading for Miami during your vacation."
 =Hmmmmm, sun, surf, sand, near naked babes or snow, sleet
 and Fraser getting all hot and sweaty and striping off a few
 layers along the way as he works - I know which one I'd
 prefer= Ray thought with a mental leer picturing Fraser in
 Jean's and sweat muscles rippling as he used his axe to cut
 down a tree.
 He had to banish the mental image, it was making the
 blood rush straight to his groin.
 "I... haven't planned that far ahead Fraser."
 "I think it would be good for us - as a team, to do it.
 To get away from the city, the crime, the... tension, to try
 and repair that bond we have."
 "Arrgh, don't sit there trying to justify being homesick
 Benny, if you wanna go back to the frozen north to enjoy the
 good clean air for a while - you don't have to justify it.
 Just bring me back some of that water."
 Fraser smiled, remembering back to their aborted attempt
 to go to his property and how Ray had raved about the water in
 the river after carrying him all the way there from the site
 of the plane crash. He remembered the enforced closeness, the
 way Ray the tenderfoot in the wilderness had kept him alive
 and bagged the escaped criminal who'd stranded them there.
 He hoped they could recover the friendship he'd come to
 need the way he needed air and food. It was vital to his well
 being, his sanity. He didn't think he could retain his
 equilibrium and sanity without Ray there to give him all the
 things he'd craved so much without realising it. Ray was like
 the brother he'd never had, but always wished for. But all
 that had changed recently. No, not recently, it had started to
 change after Victoria. Ray had become more open, more willing
 to express just how much something he did or didn't do annoyed
 him. He'd also cut right back on his pursuit of women.
 Fraser wondered if Ray realised just how much passion had
 been injected into his statement the day before. Enough to
 result in Fraser having a sleepless night, and being tired and
 clumsily all day at the consulate, leading to the Inspector's
 order to take some of his leave, immediately.
 "You want me to drive you to the airport Benny?"
 "That would be most appreciated Ray."
 "What about Dief? You want me to look after him while
 you're gone?"
 "No, I'm taking Dief with me, perhaps back home I can get
 him to remember that he's actually a wolf, and not a short man
 in a permeant fur coat."
 Ray laughed at that and slapped his thigh.
 "Good one Benny."
 Fraser shifted in his seat as Ray's hand remained where
 it was a moment longer than necessary and seemed to slide
 upward a moment before it returned to the wheel. 
 "The fresh air, lack of junk food and exercise will be
 good for him."
 Ray nodded, but his attention was now on the street ahead
 looking for a parking spot in front of the apartment block
 that was Fraser's home.
 No sooner had Ray parked his pride and joy than his cel
 phone trilled and it was with annoyance Ray answered it.
 Fraser climbed out of the car while Ray conversed with his
 mother, half in English, half in Italian, peppered with a
 smattering of yes, Ma's and can't Frannie do it's. Fraser
 closed the door and turned away taking a step toward the block
 when the window rolled down.
 "Hey Benny," Ray called out.
 Fraser looked back to see Ray holding the phone to his
 chest.
 "Ma say's she's cooking up your favourite dish tonight. I
 know you gotta pack and everything, what say I come by later
 and drop some off?"
 "That would be lovely Ray, you know how much I love your
 mother's cooking."
 "And there ain't nothing my mother loves more than a man
 who loves her cooking," Ray said before winding the window
 back up and raising the phone to continue his telephonic
 conversation with his mother even as he pulled away from the
 curb and drove off.
 Fraser watched the green Riviera disappearing into the
 distance waiting until the Riv turned a corner to disappear
 from sight before he turned and walked into the building.
 =Oh well, if nothing else I'll find out if it was
 imagination or not= he thought. 
 
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 All through dinner as his family's boisterous chatter
 swirled around him, Ray wondered if his offer to drop by
 Fraser's with some of his mother's fine food was a good or bad
 idea. His body was telling him it was a wonderful idea, while
 his head was telling him it was probably a big mistake. Then
 again, Fraser had made it pretty clear that he didn't hold
 that kiss against him. On the other hand, that's what made it
 a bad idea. He was scared spitless, not of Fraser bringing it
 up and telling him that he hoped it never happened again.
 What he was scared of was taking everything the wrong
 way. He wanted Fraser so bad he didn't taste a single bite of
 his food. He wanted to show Fraser just how much the
 invitation to go back to Canada and rebuild the cabin with him
 had meant after everything they'd been through recently. He
 wanted to worship the Mountie from head to foot, to let him
 know he was loved with a passion, no longer alone, that they
 were a team that could stand up to the test of time, no matter
 what the world threw at them. To give Fraser a damn good
 reason to come back from Canada and not be tempted into
 remaining there.
 What scared him the most was, that if he gave in to
 temptation that Fraser might chose not to return *because*
 he'd finally put his cards on the table so to speak.
 His mother's hand on his arm, shaking him drew his
 attention back to the table.
 "Raimondo, are you alright? You've hardly touched your
 food."
 "What do you mean, hardly touched it, he's totally
 obliterated it," Frannie said archly.
 Ray looked down at his plate to see his sister was right,
 the plate was covered with a rather off putting looking sludge
 the result of his absent minded mashing of his food while his
 thoughts wandered.
 "So, what's her name Ray?" Frannie stirred.
 For the first time since he was a kid, Ray flipped food
 at his sister and a big blob of that food hit her smack dab in
 the middle of the face. She looked at him, mouth agape, eyes
 so wide they were in danger of popping out. The rest of his
 family had a similar look of surprise on their faces as he
 rose, snapping at her.
 "Just because I'm not feeling hungry doesn't mean I'm
 moping over some woman the way you mope over Benny like some
 love sick cow. It's no wonder I practically have to drag him
 over for dinner the way you hurl yourself at him every single
 time." 
 "Raimondo!"
 "What?! It's the truth. She never stops doing it. She
 acts like a bloody cat on heat when he's around. And I'm sick
 of it."
 Frannie flicked food off her face and rose scooping up a
 handful of pasta sauce and hurled it at him, splattering it
 all over his suit. Ray looked down at his suit, the thought
 that it would probably be stained but good after that popping
 into his head, before he retaliated hurling something equally
 stain producing at her to splatter all over her expensive
 dress. That was the start of an all out food fight between
 them while their mother shrieked, the children laughed and
 joined in and Maria and Tony backed off fast shaking their
 heads at it all.
 
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 Ray sat on his bed, staring at the clock on his bedside
 table, watching the time tick by. He'd showered and changed,
 not into another suit but into comfort clothes, a pair of
 comfortable pants he'd had for years and didn't care about
 getting stained or covered in wolf hair, and a turtle neck
 skivvy along with slip on loafers. He didn't exactly look his
 best, but then after the food fight with Frannie, he didn't
 exactly feel that way either.
 He jumped as the door creaked and smelt his mother
 entering before he looked around to see her with a food
 canister in her hands. He looked away, flushing as he imagined
 how long it would take her to clean up the mess in the dining
 room.
 "I'm sorry about starting that food fight, Ma," He said.
 She sat beside him on the bed, setting that canister on
 her lap and rested the back of her hand to his cheek, then
 forehead.
 He jerked his head away.
 "You're not coming down with something, are you?"
 =Just Lovesickness, ma, and there's no cure for that= Ray
 thought.
 He shook his head.
 "Did you have another fight with Benton?"
 "No."
 "He called, he said you were going to drop by with this
 later."
 He took the canister, running his long elegant fingers
 over the lid making sure it was secure without a second
 thought.
 "Did you ever have the feeling that your whole was about
 to come crashing down on your head, Ma?"
 He shivered when she responded by crossing herself and
 nodding.
 "Three times."
 He looked directly at her for the first time since she'd
 entered his room.
 "The first time.. was just before your father died... The
 second time.. was the day you brought Benton home for the
 first time, it didn't pass till you opened your eyes in the
 hospital."
 "After.. I almost got myself blown up in Chinatown."
 She nodded.
 "And...?"
 "One night... The feeling came back and... just kept
 growing stronger... And then it just.. stopped.. And you came
 home soaking wet, smelling like you'd been swimming in Lake
 Michigan."
 "No kidding."
 "I have the feeling now."
 He looked away shivering.
 "For how long?"
 "It's been... bothering me for days... I keep waiting for
 something horrible to happen. But then I remember the last
 time I had that feeling, nothing happened."
 "Actually, ma, something did happen, I did take a swim in
 Michigan so to speak, in the boot of a car. I couldn't get
 out... and there was so much water... I couldn't breath... I
 thought... I was going to drown that's... the last thing I
 really remember before Benny slapping me and holding me up on
 the boot of the Riv... He must have dived in and pulled me out
 before it was too late."
 His mother crossed herself again, then Ray reached out
 and patted her arm, before rising.
 "And he's gonna start wondering where I am if I don't go
 over and drop this off like I promised," Ray said, his mind
 made up.
 If his mother had the same feeling of impending doom
 hanging over her head, then it wasn't connected to his
 decision to take a chance and tell the Mountie just how he
 felt if the Mountie gave him the slightest hint he wouldn't
 reject him for it. It was something else, and in light of what
 she'd told him, about the times she'd had that feeling, the
 old saying, better late than never popped into his head. If he
 didn't find the courage to act now, he might never get the
 chance to do it.
 
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 Ray had come close to delivering the delicious food and
 leaving as last minute nerves about his decision cropped up,
 but then Fraser had nervously licked his lips and mentioned
 that he'd boiled the kettle if Ray wanted to stay for coffee.
 It wasn't coffee Ray wanted, and when he looked into
 Fraser's eyes he realised it was more than coffee Fraser was
 offering. Fraser had realised he had really meant it when he'd
 so spontaneously declared his love and was - rather hesitantly
 - offering him what he'd been dreaming of, but never imagined
 he would actually receive.
 Words had seemed so superfluous - everything that needed
 to be said had been communicated without words with just one
 look. Ray stepped up to the Mountie, reaching toward him with
 a slightly trembling hand to lay it on his shoulder. The
 trembling subsided as the Mountie remained where he was, not
 moving an inch as Ray brought the rest of his body into
 contact with him. 
 Those blue eyes had fluttered closed as Ray's breath
 caressed his face, a kiss as light as a feather touched the
 Mountie's lips, then Ray's mouth was moving further, kissing,
 licking, nipping, tasting his skin as his hands moved to strip
 away his clothes.
 Fraser returned the favour, clothes were scattered
 through the apartment from the entrance to the bed. The last
 thing to hit the floor was Ray's remaining loafer, then their
 bodies were hitting the bed. Fraser's hands skittered over
 Ray's skin, as the slim Detective explored and worshipped
 almost every inch of his body, from head to foot. 
 Not wanting to be picky Fraser didn't express his growing
 sense of sexual frustration as Ray ignored his hard rampant
 sex preferring to give his attention to every other inch of
 the Mountie's body.
 All the while, the Italio-American murmured endearments
 and words of love and appreciation for Fraser's physical
 attributes. That was until he reached the attribute Fraser
 wanted him to pay the most attention to.
 Ray gave Fraser's pulsing sex all the attention the
 Mountie could wish for and more. He began first with gentle
 strokes of the fingers, watching it twitch, revelling in
 Fraser's breathless entreaties for more. Ray gave it to him
 laving the throbbing organ with his tongue until he reached
 the root of it, before he gently dragging his teeth up the
 shaft, making Fraser buck and moan. Then he flicked his tongue
 over the now weeping tip of it, over and over, before slowly
 circling it, wrapping his lips around the head, long elegant
 fingers encircling the pulsing shaft, to tease it. While his
 agile tongue swept around and over the head of Fraser's sex as
 he sucked.
 Ray's other hand slid over sweat slicked skin, tenderly
 tickling the sensitive flesh of Fraser's inner thigh before
 sliding down to the tight sacs beyond the root of that
 quivering organ. He moulded his hands to their hot heavy
 roundness, rolling them gently before his hand travelled up
 that shaft, taking a moment to trace the ridge of it up to the
 tip.
 "OhGodRaydon'tstop," moaned, awe in his voice.
 Ray ceased to use his clever mouth on that rampant organ
 for a moment, taking a few seconds to thoroughly coat his own
 fingers with his saliva before he resumed.
 Fraser was close, very close, to the edge as Ray's hand
 travelled past those downy sacs to the perineum to stroke it.
 Fraser's hips bucked and Ray took advantage of it. Fingers
 slick with his oral juices slid into Fraser to find and stroke
 his prostate with firm rhythmic strokes.
 Fraser came with a thoroughly animalistic cry of pure
 sexual ecstasy, his hot seed spurting into Ray's mouth as he
 sucked on him with a long hard strong suck.
 "Oh-mi-god," Fraser breathed looking down the bed at Ray
 as the last of the post orgasmic twitches subsided and he
 found the strength to push himself up on his elbows.
 Ray sat back on his heels, hands falling to his thighs
 with a rather satisfied smile on his own face. Fraser noted
 that Ray's sex was standing erect and rampant sweat
 transforming his skin into a slick glistening surface, the
 light gleaming off it with each rise and fall of his chest as
 his lungs draw in air with each breath.
 He'd been unsure about taking their relationship beyond
 friendship, even though his body had been all for it. Now, in
 the afterglow of the most incredible orgasm of his life,
 Fraser looked at Ray in a whole new light, and in the half
 light, glistening as he did, his smoky green eyes half lidded,
 that look of total confidence, aroused and flushed with
 passion, Ray looked magnificent to him. And Fraser said so.
 A smile dimpled Fraser's face as Ray's sex twitched at
 the compliment, then the sleek Italian was half rising, moving
 to crawl over his body. Fraser's arms rose, his hands sliding
 over Ray's back as the Detectives mouth hovered over his. He
 tried to kiss him, but Ray drew his head back, just enough to
 avoid the touch of his lips. 
 Fraser's hands slid to his neck, and over the back of his
 skull. Then Ray's tongue flicked over his lower lip, to tease
 it, making it tingle in its wake. Fraser's lips parted, Ray's
 teeth gently nipped his tingling lip before he plunged his
 hungry tongue into the Mounties mouth to explore it's depths
 as thoroughly as he'd explored the rest of his body.
 Fraser was a little surprised to taste himself as his
 tongue met and tangled with Ray's. A new taste for him, he
 wondered what Ray tasted like.
 
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 The End
 <evil grin>
 
 Copyright Red Skye 23 August 1998. All the usual 
 disclaimers apply. The characters belong to Alliance. I was 
 a good girl, I didn't do anything horrible to your toys, and 
 I promise to put them back on the shelf nice and tidy. Minus 
 their clothes, but nice and tidy. :) 
 
 
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