Sibling Rivalry  Sibling Rivalry by Brenda Antrim. A Due South story,
rated NC-17 for explicit m/m sex. No copyright infringement intended. He
didn't know how he'd managed to get rid of her without hurting her
feelings. The lace had left very little to the imagination, and even with
the bruises and abrasions covering his torso, she had managed to attach
herself to him pretty thoroughly before he'd rather ungracefully fallen
off the side of the bed and cracked her elbow on the cement floor ...
hard. He sighed, deeply, and stared around the darkened room. It had been
a tense hour in the emergency room while the doctors casted the broken
arm, but Francesca hadn't stopped staring at him like Deif staring at a
meaty bone the whole time. He felt an involuntary shudder rip through his
battered frame at the remembrance of those feral, hungry eyes-- "Benny?"
Ray's nasal tone was a distinct relief. "You okay in there?" "In here,
Ray." His throat hurt. It felt tense, dry. He rolled carefully over onto
his side, watching his best friend step gingerly through the unlocked
door. "Ya know, Benny, you really should see about locking this door. You
got enemies, now, ya know, all the people you been adopting all over
Chicago are not going to stand in the way if some of Frankie's thugs
decide to take another crack at your tough Canadian hide-" Later he
wouldn't have any idea where the urge had come from. Well, he might have,
but he would never be able to take it out in the open and look at it. It
had been building for months. He'd been celibate much too long, and while
his control was usually iron-strong, the weeks of distraction by Inspector
Thatcher and her ... legs ... and the fact that Ray was closer to him than
anyone he knew ... well, he didn't suppose that would really justify his
actions. After all, if it was really Meg Thatcher that he wanted in his
arms, why did he roll out of the bed in one fluid motion, pin Ray against
the wall, and stop the incessant flow of words from his mouth with his own
lips? Displaced sexual frustration? Substitution of an attainable object
of desire for an unattainable one? The fact that he'd been wondering for
months what the other man's tongue tasted like and if it was as agile in a
kiss as it was around words? The last thought brought another shudder
rippling through his frame. Ray was standing stock still, held against the
wall by the solid bulk of his best friend, reeling from shock at the
sensation of Fraser's soft lips pulling at his own, his tongue sliding
gently into his mouth to play along the top of his tongue, the ridge of
his teeth, the soft flesh of his palate -- his jaw relaxed in response to
the determined assault upon his mouth and a moan escaped without his
conscious volition. At the sound, Ben's body stiffened, and he thrust
himself back from Ray, staring with wide cerulean eyes at his friend,
leaning gape-jawed against the wall. Fraser's eyes snapped shut, an
expression of pure pain contorting his handsome features, and Ray's shock
dissolved into concern. "Benny? You okay?" He reached an arm around his
friend's waist as the larger man swayed, then led him in a wavery line
toward the bed. Fraser kept his eyes down, half afraid to look at Ray.
What had he just done? A first for him, to lose his control in such a
manner. "Benny?" Ray was really worried now. Fraser's head was thrown
back, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, lips pulled into a tight, bloodless
frown. "Talk to me, man. What the hell happened? I mean I know about
Francesca, that was probably self protection, and completely
understandable. But, uhm, just now? Benny? Talk to me, buddy." Ben finally
opened his eyes, but he couldn't get a word out to save his life. Ray
stared down into the miserable eyes staring up mutely at him, and read
something he had never expected to see there. Desire. Deep seated, fiery,
aching, arousing. An unfamiliar excitement began to rise in him, echoed in
his groin. Lorraine was one thing, but this ... this was Benny. The
friends' eyes clashed, dark and light, meshed, explored, understood. Ray
gently lowered Ben until the Mountie lay supine against the hard surface
of the mattress, the cold leather of his jacket brushing lightly against
the soft skin of Ben's bare chest, causing goosebumps to prickle the
surface, causing his nipples to pebble into tiny nubs. Or was it the cold?
Perhaps it was the heat. In a rare moment of silence between the two, Ben
raised a tentative hand to push gently at the lapel of Ray's jacket. A
mute question, a silent request in those clear blue eyes. Ray swallowed
the dry lump that seemed to have risen unbidden in his throat, and licked
his lips with a quick, nervous flick of his tongue. Ben's eyes followed
the movement, and his lips parted. It was all the invitation Ray needed.
Shrugging out of his jacket, not allowing himself to think about his
actions, he followed his instincts and ran his hands tenderly along his
friend's chest, trying to avoid the deeper bruises Zuko's thugs had left
on the tender flesh and hard muscle. A soft moan broke from Ben's arched
throat as Ray ran his fingertips lightly over the tense column, sliding
them along the sharp angle of his jaw to cup his face. Concentrating on
the slightly parted mouth, Ray angled his head a fraction and settled his
own lips against Ben's, working his jaw the tiniest bit to ensure a
perfect fit. To his shuddering delight, Ben responded to his kiss by
slipping his tongue into Ray's mouth, a darting foray touching lightly on
the places he had begun to explore when he had pinned him at the door. The
feather light caresses broke what little remained of Ray's control, and he
pulled his hands away from Ben's face. Keeping his mouth locked on his
friend's, he slipped the buttons on his shirt with near frantic haste,
unsure whether the speed was due to need alone or need coupled with the
desire to act without thinking. Not that it mattered. Either way, the need
was overriding everything else. Ben shivered at the movements of his best
friend's body atop his own. Somehow, his hands had worked the belt loose
from Ray's pants, and he had managed to scoot them almost to his knees.
The sensation of Ray's hard length thrusting against his own through the
layers of Ray's silk boxers and his own cotton thermals tore a series of
strangled whimpers from him. A small corner of his mind commented that he
sounded much like Deifenbaker when he wanted to run and was constrained to
the leash, but that corner was soon swamped by sensation. The need to
breathe finally broke their kiss, allowing Ray's hands to join Ben's in
tearing the rest of his clothing off and tossing them alongside the bed.
Once they were out of the way, Ray stopped for a moment, staring at the
evidence of Fraser's desire, straining at the confines of the faded red
cotton. A truly wicked smile lit his face, and a questioning half smile
tilted the corner of the Mountie's mouth. "What, Ray?" he managed to
whisper. Ray answered his question with his actions. Ben's head fell back
as his friend hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and freed
his straining cock ... with his mouth. He couldn't hold back the gasping
moan at the slick feeling of mouth and tongue and teeth at his most
sensitive spots. Clenching his fists in the bedroll beneath him, he found
himself thrusting up almost mindlessly into Ray's mouth. Ray managed to
peel the cotton pants the rest of the way down, arching his back and
keeping Ben's hips relatively pinned with the other arm. One long muscular
leg was freed, the pants hanging off the other foot, when he gave up the
fight and concentrated on the groin beneath his hands. Both of Fraser's
hands were running over his scalp, down onto the back of his neck, an
urgent rhythm that matched his increasing thrusts. At this point, Ben was
completely lost in sensation, and Ray knew from his actions that he was
close to climaxing. With one final strong sucking movement, he pulled his
head back and milked Ben's cock with his fist, watched in fascination as a
flush crossed the Mountie's usually pale face, as passion contorted his
normally calm countenance. His mouth fell open as he came, harsh, short
pants pulling his lips into a feral smile, eyes tightly shut, sweat
gleaming across his classical features. Ray continued his caresses,
drawing the last of the orgasm out, tearing shudders from his best friend.
When Ben finally fell back, Ray moved up along his body, lowering his
mouth to his friend's, sharing the taste with the source. Fraser moaned
into his mouth, his tongue pushing against Ray's, sucking and nibbling.
Ray lifted himself slightly, nudging the other man's legs apart gently,
staring into the wide dazed eyes below his own, asking permission with his
smile, his hands, his body. Ben managed a shaky smile back, and granted
that permission with an acquiescent parting of his thighs. Ray closed his
eyes for a moment when he felt the hard muscles of Ben's legs relaxing and
falling to the sides of his own, then he ground his erect cock hard into
Ben's groin, coating it in the sticky fluid he'd earlier coaxed from his
friend. Ben thrust back, and he opened his eyes again, a radiant grin
wreathing his features, quickly wiped away by his own moan of need as
Fraser shifted his hips up and offered himself. Ben took a deep breath as
Ray finally got the message he couldn't quite articulate, and reached
beneath him to massage the sensitive skin running from below his sac to
his anus. The first tentative touch of fingertips stretching his entrance
nearly made him scream, and he drew his knees up. Ray froze, wondering if
he had misread Fraser's desire. The bigger man curled his left leg up and
rolled away from Ray, then turned his head to look at him over the
inviting expanse of his back. "Benny?" Ray needed to hear the words.
"Please." It was all Fraser could get out through an aching chest and a
clenched jaw. It was enough. Ray reached for the aloe gel near the bed
that Ben had used on his abrasions earlier. In a pinch, anything would do,
he thought with some desperation to himself, then poured a generous amount
onto his fingers. As he worked the gel into Ben's opening, he stroked the
long muscles of his back and shoulders with his free hand, running along
the tense bundles until they calmed under his touch, stroking along the
tight muscles of his ass, delighting in the firm flesh and soft skin,
trying very hard to avoid the painful places from the previous night's
beating. Whenever he came across a bruise, he dropped a light, apologetic
kiss on it, as if to heal each hurt. The combination of lust and
tenderness relaxed Fraser, and Ray was able to work first one, then two
fingers deeply into him, preparing him, raking lightly against his
prostate, causing Ben to whimper and buck against him. When the bucking
began to take on a rhythm, he carefully placed the head of his cock
against the tight opening and gradually allowed gravity to push him in.
Fraser froze, and he stopped in response, then the Mountie began to push
backward. Eventually, with more self control than he would have ever
thought he had, Ray managed to sink completely into Ben, then lay pressed
up tightly against his back. He buried his face in the warm, sweet curve
of Ben's shoulder, and the other man stayed still as long as he could
before the unaccustomed tension and fullness broke his control. He began
to rock backward against Ray's weight, ignoring the sharp stabs from his
injured ribs and chest, unable to wait any longer. Ray responded to the
tight grip around him, the incredible heat, and the nearly unbelievable
fact that this was *Fraser*, by losing his control in turn. Ben held off
as long as he could, but it wasn't very long. With a wail that he muffled
by burying his head in the pillow, he came again, and the contractions of
his climax pulled Ray in after him. Ray threw his head back as he came,
screaming and not making any effort to clamp down on the noise. As he
collapsed onto Ben's back, he lifted one weak hand to turn his friend's
face to his own. Seeking blindly, he attached his mouth to Ben's for one
final drugging kiss, then slowly drew himself from the depth's of Fraser's
body. The other man gasped as he felt the pressure removed, then dropped
his head back on the pillow. Ray rolled off of Ben, careful once more of
his injuries, and tried to catch his breath. Looking to the side, he saw
Fraser staring at him, an uncertain light in his eyes. He smiled at him,
reassuring and sharing the joy of it all at the same time. Ben smiled back
at the happiness in his friend's face, and his eyes slowly drifted shut.
Ray watched Ben sleep the sleep of the deeply exhausted, feeling a little
guilty for doing this to him after the day and night the poor man had
already put in, when he heard a whisper from the door. His head whipped
around, to see his sister Francesca, leaning against the frame with a
combination of lust and shock on her features. "Well," she whispered
huskily, "it's no damned wonder he was willing to hop off the balcony to
get away." Ray stared at her, unable to think of a single thing to say,
and she grinned. Turning back to the door, she tossed quietly back over
her shoulder, "Call me if you ever wanna share." Ray grimaced at the
closed door, then jolted as a precise voice murmured in his ear, "For my
sake, Ray ... please don't." He turned to face his friend's rueful grin,
and laughed quietly. "I never did share well with others."
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