Fraser v. Ray Vecchio
as penned by Arkady Bogdanov
Warnings: NC-17 M/M encounter, PWP (or so I am told), vegetable cruelty,
usage of at least one truly horrific metaphor/simile and creative
"smart ass." Based on a true event. No, really.
You guess which part.
Spoilers: "The Man Who Knew too Little"
Disclaimer: these men are not mine, they belong to Alliance and Canada
even occasionally their wives. Do not try to sue me, unless
you want a couple
of movie posters and a collection consisting of
mainly tattered paperbacks,
cuz that's all I got!
As sunlight faded from the windows of their apartment, Fraser peeled
heavy layers of red serge and breathed a sigh of immense
relief. It had been
another hot day in Chicago. Even Ray said the
city had been trying to set a
new heat record for July
Fraser thought longingly of his partner, who
at the moment was inbound
from a working vacation in Florida.
The detective had jumped at
the opportunity to attend the police convention
he missed the year
prior. The beach, great weather, little responsibility; it
much to miss out a second time around. Without Fraser or federal
witness, Vecchio had set off in the Riv, this time assured that he would
the conference ahead of schedule. Plenty of time for a little
The Mountie felt warm just remembering Ray's send off. Sadly, duties
Consulate had kept him from taking a few of his amassed vacation
accompany Ray. The aide to a Canadian diplomatic envoy had
gotten into legal
trouble and Thatcher couldn't afford to lose Fraser,
even for two days. God
forbid Turnbull be required to take on any
major responsibilities. He moved
his mind to far happier thoughts.
The welcome home would be even better.
Heat wafted up from the stove as Fraser carefully prepared brussels sprouts
with bacon, the way Ray preferred them cooked. Stuffed pork chops
been placed to bake in the oven and the rice would only
take a few minutes
longer. All that was missing was a certain Chicago
Looking down at himself the mountie began to wonder if they would even
it through dinner. Boxer shorts and an apron tied loosely at
the small of his
back seemed to indicate a more "Come hither"
attitude than he had originally
intended. It was just so warm in
"I hope I don't look too needy," Fraser murmured to himself
as the phone
rang. He turned the heat down under the sprouts and
crossed the room to pick
up Ray's phone. He was still getting used
to having one around at home, but
Vecchio had insisted when they
moved in together.
"Good evening," the mountie said.
"Constable Fraser?" a familiar female voice asked as his heart
"Yes, Inspector Thatcher."
I know it's your night off, and you probably have plans," she paused,
carefully weighing what she had to say next, "but I need you
at the Consulate
right away. The envoy is here, and if something
isn't done soon he'll throw a
tantrum. I'm afraid if Turnbull brings
out his goulash things might get ugly."
"I'll be there
in 12 minutes, sir." Fraser said, hoping the growing ache in
his boxer shorts wasn't being broadcast over the phone. Thatcher's sigh
relief only worsened things. "Even the best laid plans
the Mountie quoted
"Thank you, Constable," she nearly shouted, and hung up. As
clicked home the Mountie thought he could hear the
sound of breaking china.
"Oh dear," he said to the now
silent phone, and nearly cursed Ray for
insisting they own one.
Almost painfully Fraser walked to the closet and
stared at the red
serge as it hung neatly on a hanger. Duty took precedence
again, and the ache grew just below his belt. He pulled on the
once more and left dinner on a plate for his lover, next to a brief
note, and departed for the Consulate.
"Hey, Benny!" Ray called out to an empty apartment.
detective's voice trailed off as
eyes fell upon the note and neatly
saran-wrapped dinner. His heart
sank below waist level. The note, almost
messy by Fraser's usually
stiff Mountie standards, read,
Ray, my presence was unavoidably required at the Consulate. Please accept
humblest apologies. I will make it up to you later - Benny
"Shit," was all Ray could say. The conference had been
miserable experience. A bunch of rude northern cops, all
stuck inside the
crowded confines of a two star hotel during Florida's
worst summer rainstorm
in recent years. Worse than that, they were
rude, horny cops. Ray hadn't
heard worse, more disgusting come-ons
since a bar mitzvah he attended in
Queens at fourteen years of age.
And those were the women. He shivered
involuntarily. All Vecchio
wanted was to come home to sweltering, sunny
Chicago and make passionate
love to Fraser the whole night through. It wasn't
too much to ask,
Ray dumped all his things in the bedroom and returned to the
Benny wouldn't appreciate the mess, but under the circumstances,
understand. Removing the plastic wrap from his dinner,
Vecchio sighed. For a
dinner they probably never would have made
it through, his lover had really
gone all out for him this time.
Ray could understand the feeling that drove
Fraser, as a dull ache
pervaded his system.
Frustrated, he shoved his plate into the microwave on high and went to
beer in their crowded refrigerator. As a Labatts surfaced
(bought in honor of
the Mountie, though he still persistently refused
to drink alcohol) Ray heard
a dull pop emanate from the direction
of the microwave. Beer in hand he
paused the warming cycle and opened
the microwave door. A bemused expression
flickered across the detective's
One of the brussel balls had exploded, spattering flecks of green plant
across the microwave's formerly white interior. The ball itself
a spent firecracker, one side blown out. Ray smiled
and used a fork to brush
all the green balls into a small bowl.
As he heated up the rest of dinner it
occurred to Vecchio that some
fairly strange things went on in that
apartment. He looked forward
to telling Fraser, if the cop could get a word
The apartment was perfectly dark as Fraser entered it. The conflict
was resolved, and they diplomatic envoy temporarily appeased. It
like talking a hyena away from its dinner, but with Thatcher's
Turnbull sent home, they had succeeded. For a moment he
worried that Ray
might not have made it home just yet. His dinner
would be spoiled by now
A single match lit in the doorway to their bedroom, illuminating
hand that held it, and a single white candle. The perspiring
an outward sigh of relief as his eyes adjusted
to the weak light. The Italian
hand lit its candle just before the
match winked out. Fraser could see the
outline of his lover now,
warm and inviting.
"Welcome home, Benny," Vecchio smiled.
"But it is I who should welcome you home, Ray," Fraser
They stood frozen for a moment, staring longingly at
each other. In a
heartbeat the Mountie strode across the room and
enveloped his partner in
strong arms and red serge. The pair backed
into the bedroom together, and Ray
detached an arm to leave their
candle on the windowsill.
"I missed you," whispered Vecchio, kissing his lover
hard and fast.
"And I you, Ray," Fraser responded, a sizable lump
growing in his
"You really ought to be more careful about what you leave
dinner, though," the detective grinned. "Those
brussel balls were
"The proper name would be 'brussels sprouts,'" Fraser
his partner launched a futile attempt at prying the
buttons holding the
mountie's coat on. "A vegetable so closely
related to cabbage would hardly be
combus-" he suddenly found
himself cut off as Ray's tongue slipped into his
mouth. Fraser smiled
as much as one could with his mouth full; the cop's
hands had grown
more desperate. Even after all their time together Vecchio
had trouble getting past the red RCMP tunic.
"Allow me to be of service," Benny said, pulling back
for a moment.
"Polite as always," Ray mumbled and sank to his knees.
The boots and
trousers he could handle, as Fraser hurriedly removed
his tunic. Still, since
the two had started their relationship the
jacket had needed mending on
several occasions. The buttons just
couldn't seem to stay on
In less than a minute the Canadian stood as naked as the day
born, smiling the odd 'happy mountie' grin unabashedly. His
out firmly like a flagpole in still air. That could
wait another moment or
"Now Ray, this doesn't seem quite right. Allow me to reciprocate?"
"Anything you like, Benny," he replied.
Fraser deftly swept the smaller man off his feet and carried
the bedroom. Lying Ray on the bed, he softly knelt on the
soft mattress and
began slowly unbuttoning his partner's shirt,
placing a gentle kiss on each
new furry spot as it appeared before
sliding his tongue down to the next.
Reaching his waist, the Mountie
slid one hand down to his cop's growing bulge
and rubbed it slowly.
"Shit Benny, its just Armani!" Vecchio fairly yelled.
"I'll get over
"If you say so, Ray," Fraser said, and taking the pants
waistband he yanked them viciously off his partner's narrow
waist. With the
sound of rending fabric Ray's erection sprung free
and clear. The ruined
pants now bunched firmly at Vecchio's ankles,
Fraser ran his tongue up and
down his partner's beautiful shaft.
The salty taste of sweat mixed in with a
dash of precum was nearly
enough to send the Mountie over the edge himself.
Ray moaned as
his body stiffened, and reached down to take his partner's
Fraser had taken him fully in the mouth, and sucked hard, playing his
tongue across each of the cop's sensitive balls. His back arched
Vecchio could not take it any longer. They exploded
together, riding a sea of
euphoria both felt so well. The pair lay
panting side by side for a few
minutes, taking delight in the feeling.
Finally, Ray spoke.
"My turn," he murmured, and climbed out of bed for a moment,
shaking out of
his pant legs. On the nearby windowsill lay a half-spent
bottle of lube and
the candle. With the dimness of the room Vecchio
considered for a moment
lighting the candles and bringing them to
the bed. Fraser had always enjoyed
the sensation that hot wax brought
to their encounters. But it seemed as
though it had been years since
Ray had been inside the Mountie, and he needed
that feeling again.
The American picked up his lube and crossed back to the
"Turn over, Benny," he ordered. Fraser complied immediately
with a smile.
"Hush," the cop said, and gazed longingly at his partner's
taut bottom. "Damn
mounties, you even manage to have a smart
"We try, Ray," Fraser laughed.
"I said hush!" the cop said again, more forcefully. With his
Vecchio began to stroke his partner's perineum. The
Mountie was at a loss for
words, sighing contentedly as his erection
grew to a head. Ray felt himself
stiffen as he paused to squirt
lubricant into his hands. Fraser whimpered
softly and wrapped his
arms around a pillow.
"I'm coming Benny, don't worry." Vecchio carefully inserted
a finger into his
lover, smiling as he watched the Mountie respond
with a happy shudder. The
second and third finger came easily, almost
as if his entire body was
welcoming Ray. Almost there. Using his
other hand Vecchio coated his shaft in
lube and withdrew the fingers
to guide it home.
Fraser gasped loudly as Ray entered him, establishing a fast-paced rhythm.
They fairly bounced atop the bed, the Mountie clutching valiantly
pillow he had buried his head in to keep from whooping with
unison the two came, like the Brussels sprouts of earlier
Fraser could feel Vecchio's essence comfortably inside
him even as the cop
The Mountie turned over and with both arms pulled Ray up beside him to
the man in his arms. In the warmth of their bodies both were
"Ray," Fraser said.