"Ballads, Chocolate & Parachutes"
A Closet Story Challenge
by Red Skye
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On The Closet Mail List Elaine issued a challenge, that
was to write a story that included everything on a list she
supplied.
The List:
Page - Item or Event
[06] Turnbull getting hit by a Truck
[15 to 19] Ray and Fraser in the wilderness
[10 to 14] Sex
[14 & 18]A bad guy
[08]Nicotine gum
[15]A statue of Madonna or Madonna
[08/14]a condom
[09]A red car
[08/16]A Map
[19]An Inuit Story.
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Fraser lay on his cot within the office that had become
his temporary quarters after his apartment, along with all
other's in the block had been burned out due to a
performance arsonist.
Somewhere in the distance, someone was obviously tuned
into the Love Songs by request program. Or as he'd come to
think of it, Songs to Cry by, as opposed to those song's by
Enya that he quite liked, that Ray always called Songs to
die by.
The strange thing was that it seemed to Fraser that
they always seemed to be the same songs, in the same order
every night. This was the third night in a row he'd heard
the same songs. As the wailing warbler finished his lament,
Fraser flipped onto his back and looked at looked at the
roof and listened to the next song, thinking how it summed
up the way he'd felt when he returned to Chicago to learn
Ray, his Ray, the light of his life, his darktime Romeo, his
lover,
friend and best partner in the world a Mountie could
have was gone.
How do I
Get through one night without you
If I had to live without you
What kind of life would that be
Oh and I
I need you in my arms
Need you to hold
You're my world
My heart, My soul
If you ever leave
Baby you would take away
Everything good in my life
Without you
There'd be no sun in my sky
There would be no love in my life
There'd be no world left for me
And I
Baby I don't know what I would do..
Well he did know, he'd count the days, and pray Ray
returned, alive, and not in a pine box. As the song drew to
a close, Fraser rolled over and again and pulled the pillow
over his head as Toni Braxton started wailing on that Radio
in the distance.
Uncry these tears
I've cried so many nights
Unbreak my heart.
Don't leave me in all this pain
Don't leave me out in the rain
Bring back those nights
When I held you beside me
Say that you'll love me
Undo this hurt you caused
When you walked out of the
Door and out of my life
Undo these tears
That I cried so many many nights
Unbreak my heart
come back and say you love me.
Say that you love me
Tell me you love me
Unbreak my
Say that you love me
Say that you love me
Unbreak my
He just wanted to load his revolver, stomp out and find
the culprit and blast that radio to smithereens. Either
that, or put the gun to his own head and blow his own brains
out.
A man could only take so much. Every single song he
heard reminded him of Ray, reminded him that his Ray was
gone, replaced by that in need of serious therapy
replacement, who's name was really Stanley, but hey call me
Ray any way, imposter.
=Oh, no, Not Mariah Carey again= As he heard her start
wailing away.
Living without you
Living alone
This empty house
Seems so cold
Wanting to hold you
Wanting you near
How much I wanted you home
But now that you've come back
Turned night into day
I need you to stay
So now I come to you
With open arms
Nothing to hide
Believe what I say
So Here I am
With open arms
Hoping you'll see
What you're love means to me
Open arms.
=There ought to be a law against torture by Love Songs
by request shows that keep playing the same songs night
after night = He thought and then he heard the thumping bass
line
that he knew so well.
=Oh no.. Not that song.. Not again=
I believe in miracles
Where you from
You sexy thing.
Sexy thing you
I believe in miracles
Since you came along
You sexy thing.
Where did you come from
Baby
How did you know that I needed you
How did you know I needed you so badly
How did you know I'd give my heart Gladly
Yesterday
I was one of the lonely people
Now you're lying close to me
Making love to me.
He screamed into the pillow. Frustration and a desire
to drown out that song, the song he'd gone to so much
trouble to get a copy of to play for Ray soon after they'd
crossed the line between friends and lovers.
Out of all the songs, that one reminded him most of
what he was missing. He desperately missed Ray, Sex, company
in
his tiny cot. He'd almost fallen for the charms of that
bounty hunting Mama, how desperate was that.
He wondered how many people killed themselves after
being depressed to death by those wailing ballads and let's
go to bed and make out like the end of the world is coming
songs which were played all night long on those request
shows.
Then a miracle happened, a new song he didn't recognise
started. Curiously he put the pillow behind his head and
listened to that drum beat, so like a pulsating heart.
You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
Fraser's eyes widened.
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
Help me
I broke apart my insides
I've got no soul to sell
Help me
The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself
I want to Fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to Fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is gone
You get me closer to god.
Fraser groaned. Now he was worse than miserable, he was
miserable and aroused.
The music if anything, became louder and as the song
stopped and he heard a new one take its place, he bolted
upright.
Lalalalalala-lah
Lalalalalala
Walking through my mind
I am close behind
an image of you
I begin to fall
Wondering what it is
I'm supposed to do
He realised that radio, if it was even a radio, was not
as distant as he'd first thought. Throwing the blanket
aside, he rose and padded through the room in his red long
johns. Easing the door open, he looked both ways up the
darkened corridor. By listening closely he worked out the
music was coming from upstairs.
When you went away
Here I had to stay
Thought we'd never meet again
Now you're here by me
It was meant to be
The master plan
When your dreams fall through
I'll be there for you
In the Master plan
I want you to feel
That this love is real
In the master plan
Slipping out of the room, he stealthy approached the
stairs and started climbing the stairs, avoiding all the
ones that creaked.
Dreaming of a place
in time or space
Where the love is new
Bodies that entwine
A love so fine
Is oh so few
When you left my side
Felt that I would die
Thought we'd never meet again
There that room, that's where the demented and sadistic
member of the human race who used sappy love ballads and
lets make out songs to torture him was lurking. Stealthily
he moved across the hall and then kicked the door open and
charged into the room.
He almost fainted when he saw Ray, his Ray, his lithe
Italian Amoroso, sprawled on the bed that was supposed to be
reserved
for the Queen should she visit Chicago and chose to
stay at the
consulate.
Now you're here by me.
It was meant to be
The masterplan
When your dreams fall through
I'll be there for you
In the Master plan...
Ray wiggled his fingers at Fraser.
"What kept you?"
Fraser just gapped at him in shock, taking in his thin
frame that seemed even thinner, he was in need of some sun,
and he had bags, no suitcases under his eyes. He also had a
teasing smile on his face, and he'd never looked more
glorious to Fraser than he did at that particular moment in
time. Ray rolled over stretching out an arm to hit the stop
and eject button, and flipped the tape over, hitting play.
Then he rolled back to the center of the bed and smiled
wickedly at Fraser.
Come to me
My Darling
Come to me
Then you'll see
How great my love can be
Let me hold you in my arms
Till the storm within you comes
Come to me
My Darling
Come to me.
Fraser started crawling over the bed, to leap on Ray
and kissed him passionately.
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Sex, sleep, more sex, and a mad scramble out the door
to get into his uniform before Thatcher arrived, lead to
Fraser having to wait till lunch time for an explanation.
That was when he crept up to the queen's suite with some
food for Ray.
"I have to hide for another week. That guy who's been
pretending to be me will take a break, and make a big deal
about it, then I'll come back in his place, after taking the
holiday
I've got all lined up."
"I have plenty of leave time."
"I know.. I already got the Dragon Lady to agree to let
you
go for a fortnight, so you can come along with me, cause
we got
a lot of catching up to do."
Fraser smiled.
"Oh, by the way, before you so delightfully distract me
again,
I gotta question for you."
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Turnbull watched Fraser walking down the corridor, or
more accurately enjoyed the back view of Fraser walking down
the
corridor. It was such a pity he and Vecchio were so
close, he wouldn't mind getting a lot closer to Fraser. But
any chance of that had gone from not very likely to when
Hell freezes over when the Italian Detective had returned,
and taken residence up in the Queen's suite, apparently with
the
Inspectors full permission. He'd like to know how
Vecchio had managed that.
It didn't take a genius to work out why Fraser now
smiled his way through the day and had a little spring in
his step that had been missing while his unofficial partner
in crime busting was away.
Turnbull's musings were cut short as a Mack truck ran
straight into his ankle and gave a tiny toot-toot of it's
miniature air horn.
Leaning down he picked up the radio controlled
miniature and looked around for the culprit. There he was
hiding just under the stair case, with the control, his
brother at his side, and his brother's radio controlled mini
Humvee
was heading right for him.
They were the children of visiting VIP who was talking
to Inspector Thatcher in her office. They were, apart from
their propensity to play tag with their radio controlled
vehicles, quite well behaved.
The miniature Humvee turned in a wide circle and raced
back to the stairs as Turnbull began marching toward them.
"I do believe the rules of Tag are that once you are
tagged, you're it," Turnbull said as he reached the two
little
not so little angels and wiggled his fingers at the
elder of the two.
The boy handed over the controls and then went running
down the corridor.
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"He's up stairs, packing Benton," Mrs Vecchio informed
the Denim and flannel clad Mountie as she held a spoon
covered in fragrant Italian Pasta sauce up.
He tasted the sauce.
"It needs more Oregano," He said.
She clicked her fingers and bustled off.
"I knew there was something missing."
Fraser left her to her cooking and went in search of
his "unofficial Partner" leaving Deif in the kitchen to try
and mooch some of Mrs Vecchio's fine Italian Cooking.
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Fraser peeked around Ray's bedroom door to see him
sitting on a large steel case, while trying to close the
locks.
"You are not taking that with you," he said in
disbelief as he slipped into the room.
"Damn right I am. If our plane falls out the sky, at
least my luggage will have a fair chance of surviving.
If Fraser hadn't been such a polite member of the human
race, he would have rolled his eyes.
"And don't spout statistics about plane crashes to me,
and go on about how that plane was deliberately sabotaged,
O.K."
"If you say so," Fraser said, and kicked the locks.
They
clicked into place and Ray gave a satisfied nod.
"What did you pack?"
Ray started ticking off on his fingers.
"I got, two thermal blankets, a pup tent, hiking boots,
good thick socks, gloves, fishing line, hooks, Two boxes of
fire starters, waterproof matches, windproof matches, soap,
chamois, 6 ration packs, 12 high energy snack foods, two
bags of Hiker's nibblies, that's nuts, seeds and dried
fruit, two packets of Jerky, coffee, condensed milk, tea,
cups, plates, cutlery, Two sets of each, a bow pipe, ball
bearings, a sling shot, and steel balls, maps of the place,
a compass, binoculars..."
Fraser was impressed.
"Two Swiss army knives, a Bowie knife, a fillet knife,
reconstituted vegetables, spices, a billy can, and an old
pot I scrounged from the back of the cupboard, plus a first
aide kit, with bandages, inflatable casts, gauze, hydrogen
peroxide, antiseptic, disinfectant, three types of cream,
safety pins, a razor, a scalpel, tweezers - two types,
slings, elastic braces, a solar powered radio, and a mobile
phone with a solar battery recharger. And I've been saving
up all those Canadian dollar's you pay me back with and I've
got
a hundred dollars packed away in there. Just in case."
"I'm
impressed."
"And it's all individually wrapped in plastic bags,
inside my clothes."
"You forgot something."
"What?"
"A sleeping bag."
"It's over there."
Fraser looked around, to see a sleeping bag neatly
rolled with two strap's belted around it right next to a
hardshell suitcase with wheels.
"It fits two. Comfortably and is lined with lambs
wool."
Fraser smiled at him.
"It can be strapped to my backpack frame. And the whole
kit
and caboodle is packed into my backpack, inside this
case which will stop it getting wrecked if the plane takes a
nose
dive."
"Well it certainly sounds like you're prepared for just
about
anything."
"There are one or two other items we'll have to pick up
on
the way to the airport."
"Oh, What?"
"Lube, condoms and cigarettes."
"*Raaaay*."
"It's not my fault they forget to mention Armando
smoked like a chimney. I had to take it up or blow my
cover."
"You promised you'd give up."
"I tried."
"Well, if you're going to insist on buying those cancer
sticks,
you can forget about the other items, I do not find
smoking the least bit attractive."
"Oh, so it's the cigs or sex."
"Yes."
"Ok.. I'll grab some nicotine gum, and one packet, just
for
really stressful moments. Or I'll get really antsy and
grumpy, and trust me, you don't want to know how Antsy I can
get
if I don't have a cigarette at really stressful
moments."
"I heard they have nicotine patches which work very
well."
"Tried those, I have an allergy to the sticky stuff, it
makes
me itch. Within an hour or two I scratch the damned
things right off. I've got two left, that I've been saving
for this trip.. One for each plane trip."
"Oh. Well, nicotine gum it is, but don't expect me to
kiss you after you've been chewing it."
Ray pulled out his note pad and pen.
"Nicotine gum and chewing gum, what do you prefer,
spearmint or cinnamon?"
"A Nicotine free lover."
"You can't have it both ways, Benni."
"Cinnamon."
Ray scratched that in.
"Alright, I got my passport and wallet, you got the
tickets?"
Fraser patted his pocket.
"Right here."
"Did you pack something nice to wear to the ceremony."
"I thought my uniform.."
Ray rolled his eyes.
"No Uniform, until we hit Canada. That's the rule."
"But.."
"Take it or leave it. You wear the uniform, and I'm
gonna be the one saying, not tonight Caro, I gotta
headache."
"I did purchase something special to wear to the
ceremony if you objected to the uniform."
Ray smiled.
"But I give you fair warning, if I wear that, you may
wish I'd worn the uniform instead."
"Why? What is it?"
"It's a surprise."
"I can't wait."
Frannie pounded on the door and opened it.
"Are you ready yet? I've got everything packed."
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"And if any one can give just cause why these two
people should not be so bound, speak now, or forever hold
your peace.." The celebrant said.
Mrs Vecchio clamped a hand over her youngest daughter's
mouth to keep her silent.
Ray looked over the small cluster of guests, who had
joined them on the charter flight to Hawaii, which included,
his
mother, Frannie, Maria and Tony, minus the kids, Elaine,
Huey, Turnbull
and Welsh. He gave a satisfied nod when he
saw his mother had made sure Frannie didn't interrupt. Then
he looked back at Fraser and once again a smile touched his
face.
"I now pronounce you, Husband and Spouse. You may kiss
the spouse."
Fraser pecked Ray on the cheek, but only because he'd
seen Ray pacing around smoking cigarette after cigarette
while waiting for the celebrant to arrive. There was a light
smattering
of applause and they turned to step down from the
small stage to
be surrounded by their friends, who slapped
their backs, or shook their hands.
"That dress is wonderful," Elaine said to Fraser, who
tweaked the skirt of his silk wedding dress, which was the
exact same shade of white as his platinum blonde wig.
"I was afraid the dress maker wouldn't have it finished
in
time.. But she completed it at the last minute."
"I thought Ray was going to fall off the stage laughing
when
you stepped out of the car in that."
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Ray rolled his eyes when he stepped out of the
reception center to find the nice shiny red M.G he'd hired
had been defaced with streamers, cans, and chimes, not to
mention at least two down Lei's. Fraser turned as the women
reminded him, he'd forgotten something, still in his Miss
(now Mrs) Fraser role, he was dressed in the same ensemble
he'd worn for his stint as an undercover mountie at the
Catholic girls school. He raised the bouquet and then
lowered it, before hurling it up in the air.
Ray unlocked the car behind his new spouse, and turned
to see the bouquet coming down, directly over Elaine and
Francesca.
"Cat fight alert," he said in a soft aside to Fraser.
Frannie tried an elbow to the rib's, but Elaine, dodged
it and went one better, kicking Frannie's stiletto clad feet
out
from under her. Luckily the reception area was
surrounded by lush green lawns and landscaped gardens, the
only thing injured was Frannie's dignity as she dropped and
Elaine stretched out an arm to try catch the bouquet.
Frannie, the veteran of many a bouquet scramble, karate
chopped Elaine's knee and the dark skinned cop hit the lawn
too.
The bouquet hit the lawn just out of reach of both
women and there was a mad scramble to be the one who got to
it first, and the cat fight Ray predicted broke out.
"Sheesh, Wimen," Ray muttered.
Fraser cleared his throat and Ray looked at him. Fraser
gave him, where have your manners gone look, and Ray opened
the door for him. Fraser gave a nod and slipped into his
seat, buckling up as Ray closed the door and hurried around
the car.
A victorious Elaine held up the bouquet and was
declared the Winnah by a silent majority.
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Fraser lay on the bed, under the blankets, of the huge
bed that occupied the honeymoon suite in the hotel with it's
breath
taking view's of the lush green landscape and it's
surrounding ocean.
He listened to the bathroom door open and looked around
as Ray stepped back into the room, clad in silk pyjama's so
big they looked liked they'd slither right off his still too
thin
frame.
He patted the bed, and Ray stopped by the bedside
cabinet to open the drawer he'd slipped a few bedtime
surprises into before he crawled onto the bed and let Fraser
sniff
him.
"Mhhm.. You smell like chocolate."
"I should hope so.. Or I wasted 5 bucks buying that
chocolate flavoured soap."
Fraser's nose travelled up Ray's throat, and over his
face, and he gave Ray's breath a sniff.
"Mhmm.. Dark chocolate. Chocolate flavoured
toothpaste?"
Ray reached into his pocket and pulled out a foil
wrapped chocolate sliver. Fraser watched him unwrap it, then
his
lips were being teased with it. He opened up and Ray
slid it past his teeth, withdrawing his hand and letting his
fingers
play across Fraser's face as the Mountie let that
dark substance melt on his tongue.
"Chocolate is an energy food."
"So I've heard," Fraser agreed.
Ray sat back on his heels and started slowly popping
the buttons on his night shirt open. Fraser watched those
slim fingers moving down ward, and then sat up, and pushed
Ray's hands away and took over himself. Kissing the newly
exposed and chocolate scented skin of his new spouse.
"Mhhhmm. You smell good enough to eat," he said as he
gave Ray's belly a little nibble.
Ray gave him a light push away and then turned away,
his pants sliding down his hips. As he scrambled back to the
drawer
on hands and knees, Fraser grabbed the ankle of those
silky pants
and gave a good tug. As he expected, they
slithered right off Ray, leaving his lover naked as the day
he was born.
Fraser bundled up the pants and tucked them under the
pillow while Ray reached in to the drawer pull out a bottle
with a thick dark liquid and a brush. He turned back to
Fraser who's eyes widened slightly when he saw the jaw. Ray
held the brush in his teeth and opened the jar before he
pulled the brush out from his teeth and used it to scoop out
a dollop
of the chocolate body paint and began painting
himself with it.
First each nipped was coated with it, then a line
between them, Fraser started licking his lips, eyes dilating
as
that brush was redipped preparatory to Ray sliding it
slowly up his chest, over his collar bone, and up his neck.
He touched it to his lips coating them in the thick
substance and redipped the brush. He created another trail
of the gooey liquid from the other side of his neck to
intersect in the center of his chest.
Fraser's groin started throbbing as he watched Ray use
a newly loaded brush load of paint to paint a line of the
thick body paint the center of his rib cage, to circle his
belly button, and then stopped.
Ray licked the paint of his lips, looking right at
Fraser as he tossed the brush and then poured the paint
straight onto his hand and started stoking it onto his sex.
Then his hand travelled onwards, to coat his inner
thighs. Fraser looked up as he rose to his feet, then using
a finger traced waving designs down his legs, prior to using
the
last of the chocolate paint to slather his feet with it.
The jar
dropped back into the draw, and Ray stood on one
foot and extended the other toward Fraser, wiggled his toes
and waited.
With alacrity Fraser took up the invitation scrambling
out from under the blankets revealing that all he wore was a
pair
of bring red silk pants.
Crawling to Ray's position, he reached out to cup Ray's
ankle, and lowered his mouth to that extended foot. Slowly
he licked a path through the chocolate on the sole of Ray's
foot, then he nibbled of the rest, except for a layer on
Ray's big toe. As he sucked on that toe and swirled his
tongue around it, he looked up to see Ray's chocolate coated
sex
was rigid and pulsing, and Ray's neck arched as he let
out a moan of pure pleasure.
Ray's moans of pleasure continued and grew in volume as
Fraser licked and nibbled his way up that chocolate coated
leg, and then skipped over his genitals, brushing them with
his breath before he worked his way back down the other leg,
to
repeat the process on Ray's other foot.
"Oh yeah... Don't stop," Ray murmured as Fraser sucked
the last of the chocolate paint from his toes.
Fraser though had other plans, and they meant stopping
that particular activity. Ray jumped as Fraser released his
foot and let his fingers do the walking up the back of his
legs, to cup his butt. Then his hands flew to Fraser's head,
tangling
in his hair as Fraser's tongue started slowly
licking the chocolate off his now rampant sex.
Italian endearment's, peppered with French
encouragement poured from Ray's lips, as Fraser's lips
closed over the head of his sex. His voice rose, becoming
huskier, and louder as Fraser's tongue swirled over that
most sensitive of places and his tongue darted in and out of
the
slit occasionally.
Fraser's hands were equally active, caressing his
thighs, buttocks and stomach. Words were forgotten as Fraser
went
on, to run his tongue over the under side of his sex,
then licked his testes clean before sucking each one into
his mouth. What came out of Ray's mouth was unintelligible.
Fraser stopped as Ray's fingers dug into his scalp and the
curls tangled around them were tugged on.
He simply breathed on Ray's unbearably aroused sex,
till Ray slowly relaxed a little and untangled his fingers.
With a little nod, Fraser let his hands wander back up Ray's
legs,
to cup his buttocks and play over them, then made
Ray's legs turn to Jelly as he took his sex into his mouth
again, and gave him the other kind of French kiss.
"Oh-mi-god!" Ray cried as Fraser took him in up to the
throat, and one of his hands slid between his butt cheeks, a
finger
sliding inside, to seek out and stimulate his
prostate gland.
Ray's whole body arched, and he started yelling, "Yes,
Yes, Yes," as Fraser used oral and digital stimulation to
bring
him to a mind shattering orgasm.
When he came back from that plateau of pleasure, it was
to find himself on his knee's held in Fraser's arms, while
Fraser lazily licked the chocolate from his throat.
"Mhhmm.. Now that's my idea of wedding present."
Fraser giggled against his throat and pulled back, to
look down at himself.
"Oh dear, I seem to be coated in chocolate now," he
said
and looked up at Ray with a mischievous smile.
"We can't have that, now, can we," Ray returned, and
lightly
shoved him down on his back to pounce on him.
He kissed Fraser deeply and rubbed his body against
Fraser's making sure he well and truly smeared with the dark
aphrodisiac
of his choosing. His hands skittered over
Fraser's body, till he found the waist band of those soft
silky pants. Fingers slid under the waist band, till they
met near Fraser's belly button. Finding the draw string, he
tugged it loose, then sat back on his knees and started
shuffling back to slide the sensual fabric free.
Fraser wiggled back across the bed, and Ray tossed the
pants, letting them flutter to the floor. He caught one of
Fraser's feet, to nuzzle the sole.
"Hmm, no chocolate here," He said, giving it a lick,
before
he nuzzled his way up that long leg, paying attention
to Fraser's
inner thigh.
Fraser propped himself up on his arms, and watched as
Ray mouth's hovered over his sex. His head fell back as Ray
reached out and touched it, letting his fingers move over it
in
slow circular motions.
"Hmm, no chocolate here either," Ray commented, before
moving on ward.
"Aha, what do we have here?" He asked before his mouth
descended on Fraser's belly button.
His tongue circled the depression, then dipped into the
center and wiggled with a little pressure, while his hands
moved, up his hips, gliding over the skin, to his waist, and
then
slid under his back, to begin playing over his back
like a pianist playing a keyboard.
Up and down his spine those hands played as Ray's mouth
moved onwards up and down, side to side, around and round,
it's mission, to seek out and lick, nibble and suck away
every trace of chocolate body paint over Fraser's body. Of
course, this was a task made all the more lengthy by the
fact that every time his body came into contact with
Fraser's a fresh coat was left in a contrasting smear over
his pale skin.
Then Ray slid back down Fraser's body, to seek out and
devour the chocolate over Fraser's body, and surprise, his
torso slid over Fraser's rampant sex and left a long dark
smear behind.
"Oh, what's this.. I missed a spot."
Fraser arched off the bed, clawing the sheets, as Rays
tounge began to flick over his highly sensitised sex. Ray's
hands began gently teasing his testes and scrotum, and
Fraser gave a low animalistic groan dropping back, his hands
flying
out to slay over Ray's head, fingers sliding over
that soft fuzz.
Ray's hands moved up to the shaft of his sex, and began
moving over it, in gentle circular motions while his tongue
flicked over the head of his sex, before his lips closed
over it and gently sucked.
The pressure of Ray's fingers grew, a finger skittered
up and down the underside of his shaft then as his hips
started bucking rhythmically, a hand closed over it. Sliding
up
and down the shaft, in perfect sync to the rhythm
Fraser's hips moved in, squeezing gently, then building up
to greater speed squeezing just a little harder as he sucked
on
and swirled his tongue around the head of Fraser's sex.
"Ray, oh, yes.. I love you so much," Fraser panted.
Ray's
hand and mouth worked more insistently, and
Fraser arched off the bed, as the man he'd sworn to love
honour and cherish for the rest of his days brought him to
the brink of ecstasy and pushed him over.
When the last tingle of pleasure faded away, Fraser
looked around with a languorous smile to see Ray propped up
against the pillow a chocolate cigarette in his finger's he
laughed as he watched Ray bring it to his lips and take a
mock drag and give a long exhalation.
Rolling over to rise on hands and knees, Fraser crawled
up to lie next to him.
"What other little surprises do you have in that
drawer?"
Ray stretched out a hand and drew out a foil packet and
dangled it before Fraser's eyes. Fraser laughed when he saw
the printing on the label, which claimed it was a chocolate
flavoured condom. The next item Ray pulled out was a dark
chocolate brown tube, which claimed to be chocolate
flavoured lubricant gel.
"I think you're trying to turn me into a choco-holic."
"Is it working?"
Fraser leaned over him to lick a path over Ray's
thoroughly chocolate smeared stomach.
"Absolutely."
*=====*~~~)oO0Oo(~~~*=====*
Fraser and Ray were billing and cooing at each other
quietly as the small charter plane flew over the Canadian
wilderness. Their billing and cooing came to an abrupt end
when they heard the pilot's cabin door open and looked
around to see a bad guy with a gun step out and smirk at
them.
=Oh shit, That's Louis "The Silencer" Vincenzo= Ray
realised.
"Enjoying yourself, *Armando*."
"I was till you showed up."
"Enjoy it while it lasts, pervert," Louis growled.
"Either
shoot us now, or keep your opinion's to
yourself."
Louis smirked.
"You don't escape your fate so easily, Cop. The Don's
instructions were pretty specific.. You're going to suffer
the most agonising tortures I can conjure up for you while
your cement shoes are setting."
=How original.=
"Does that include making me die with my own excrement
in my pants, Louis or what? If not, Nature calls."
"Do what you like, Cop, The moment this plane lands
your ass is mine," Louis said, before he stepped back into
the cockpit. The door closed and Ray and Fraser both leaned
forward and ripped parachutes out from under the seats.
*=====*~~~)oO0Oo(~~~*=====*
Ray jumped with his steel case firmly clutched in his
arms, Fraser followed, with the sleeping bag, and box he'd
snatched off the wall of the cargo bag.
Ray saw the trees coming and closed his eyes praying.
The case was torn from his arms, and they flew up to protect
his
face as he descended through the tree tops. He was left
dangling a few feet from the ground and when he opened his
eyes he saw his case, in one piece on the ground and smiled.
Fumbling
with the straps he tried to escape the parachute's
harness and was still attempting to do so when Fraser
wandered into the area, and looked up at him.
"Would you like some help."
"What do you think?"
"Well I'd hate to infer that you didn't know that if
you just pressed that button in the middle it would come
free."
Ray looked over the harness and saw the button and gave
it a vicious poke.
"Arrgh"
He fell to the ground with a thump. Fraser looked down
at him.
"Before I help you up, I have only one thing to say, If
you
say I told you so, you're on your own."
Ray snickered and took the proffered hand and let
Fraser pull him up to his feet. Fraser pulled him into a
tight embrace and kissed him hard.
"What was that for?" Ray asked when Fraser released
him.
"Adrenalin always gets my blood pumping."
With a little chuckle Ray moved away to kneel by his
case. Bashing the locks open with a rock, he opened the
case, and laughed. Fraser moved up behind him and looked
over his shoulder as Ray reached in and pulled out a tiny
statuette of The Madonna. He turned the statuette over and
saw a Canadian coin taped to the base.
"I thought a little blessed protection wouldn't go
astray."
Ray dragged his back pack out and opened it. The
Madonna was shoved into the pack and his thick socks and
hiking boots were pulled out. While he pulled them on,
Fraser searched the pack, finding the package of maps and
the compass.
Sorting through the maps, Fraser found the one that
mapped the area of wilderness they were now stranded in, and
studied
it. Using the compass, he worked out where the
prominent land mark he'd seen as he'd plummeted to Earth
dangling in the Parachutes straps, and waited. The last lace
strongly
tied, Ray looked at him.
Fraser showed him the map and the land mark.
"I saw that as I came down, if we hike 25k's West we
will find a village, here," he said tapping the map.
"Any short cuts?"
"Well there is this river, 5k's away."
"Rapids or waterfalls?"
Fraser studied the map closely again.
"Both."
"We walk."
Fraser folded the map up and tucked the compass away as
Ray rooted through the pack and found, A:] His hiking coat,
B:] his Bowie knife, in it's ankle sheath, which he strapped
on,
C:] The blow pipe and ball bearings, which he passed to
Fraser, and D:] The sling shot and steel balls. Then the bag
was
strapped closed and Fraser took it, slinging it over his
back.
Ray didn't argue, and told Fraser to turn around so he
could hook the sleeping bag to the frame.
"We should hide that case."
"Why bother, if they come after us, they'll see the
chute."
"Yes, but that won't tell them that we jumped with
supplies, the case will."
"Good point."
The case was thrown into the center of an out of
control bramble and Fraser lead Ray to the point where he
came down and pointed to the case he'd dropped.
Ray picked it up and opened it, to find two flare guns
and a mirror. Smiling, he pulled the guns out and tucked one
into
a side pocket of the backpack, and the other into the
waist band of his trousers. The flares, six in all were
spread out, one in Fraser's pocket, one into the bag, and
one into the rolled up sleeping bag. The other three were
spread through Ray's pockets, and the mirror was slid into
the backpack before Ray carried the box back to the bramble
and it joined his case hidden from prying eyes.
*=====*~~~)oO0Oo(~~~*=====*
Fraser watched Ray shake out the camouflage printed pop
tent and smiled.
"Where should we set it up?"
Fraser joined him, to scoop up the bag.
"Give it to me, I'll set it up and camouflage it, while
you
get water."
Ray hit himself in the head.
"I knew I forget to pack something.. Canteens."
"Fill one of those resealable plastic bags."
Ray scrabbled through the back pack, finding the
largest bag and emptied it's contents in a neat heap and
rewrapped them in his flannel shirt before he strode off in
search of the River who's path they'd been following ever
since they'd come across it.
By the time he returned with the bag almost full to
bursting point, Fraser had the tent set up and hidden away,
a fire set up, and was searching the back pack for the food
Ray had mentioned packing away.
Ray handed him the water bag and took care of finding
the food. Fraser grabbed a shirt and after pouring some of
the water into the billy and pot, he carried the rest off.
He tied the shirts sleeves over a branch, and buttoned up
the tail over the branch, then slipped the bag into the
makeshift sling.
Reconstituted Vegetables and spices chosen by Fraser
were thrown into the pot, along with snake meat after Fraser
used
the blow pipe to kill one that was slithering up behind
Ray.
"That'll teach you to sneak up on me," Ray said as he
handed Fraser the Fillet knife to skin and fillet the snake.
*=====*~~~)oO0Oo(~~~*=====*
As Ray lay snuggled comfortably in Fraser's arms, in
the comfort of the lovers sleeping bag, he put a smile on
the sleepy Mountie's face.
"I just thought of something, Louis obviously knew who
I was, so I guess you win."
"Win what?"
"The disagreement about who's surname our married name
would be. The day after we get back, I'm going to the
registry office, to change my surname, to Fraser."
Fraser smiled, and gave him a peck on the back of the
neck.
"By the way, did I mention how much I loved your
surprise. That dress was a big one."
"I liked your surprise too."
"What surprise."
"The bottle of Chocolate body paint."
Ray chuckled.
"Did I mention what Elaine's other wedding gift was?"
"She supplied the chocolate body paint??"
"No.. I brought that, I meant apart from that gift
voucher."
"She had another gift."
"Mhmm.. Another voucher.. Two actually, That said, this
voucher
can be exchanged in return for the services of
Elaine Briss-Briss as a surrogate Mama."
"How thoughtful."
"She was dead serious too.. She said, they're
redeemable up until she gets married. If she gets married."
"I must remember to thank her for the thought, when we
get back," Fraser said.
*=====*~~~)oO0Oo(~~~*=====*
Fraser was setting up the night camp while Ray was
fishing on the edge of the river, when Louis caught up with
him and got the drop on him.
"I gotta admit, jumping out of the plane like that was
a pretty smart move on your part. But leaving that chute up
in the tree's was a pretty dumb one."
Ray looked around at him and saw Fraser approaching to
stop dead over his shoulder.
"And so's thinking you can get away with ex-ing me,
Louis."
"But I can, this is the perfect place to hide a body.
They'll never find what's left when I'm finished, this time,
your
ass is mine."
Fraser pulled out the flare gun that was tucked in his
coat pocket and popped a flare in, and aimed it at Louis.
"Wrong," Fraser declared.
Louis spun, and Fraser fired before he could take aim.
"He's mine all mine, ass and all included."
Louis was struck in the center of the chest by the
flare, and Ray hit the dirt as on hands and knees. Louis
staggered back with a scream as his highly flammable shirt
burst into flames. He tripped over Ray and fell, tumbling
into the fast flowing river to be carried away by the rapid
current. Ray scrambled to collect his fallen weapon while
Fraser rushed to the bank to follow Louis' passage through
the river.
He give a little wince as he saw Louis slam into the
huge sharp rocks that were dotted all through the rapids
downstream. Ray tucked the gun into the waistband of his
pants and joined Fraser to watch Louis' body being tumbled
in the rapids.
"I s'pose we should fish him out."
"We'd never catch up with his body, besides, it will
reach the village before nightfall, and they will send
someone out to investigate."
"Good point."
"Besides which.. The adrenalin is pumping through my
veins right now. And I have more enjoyable things in mind."
Ray grinned.
*=====*~~~)oO0Oo(~~~*=====*
Sitting, in Fraser's embrace beside the fire, Ray
reached out to stroke Fraser's thigh.
"You know.. Apart from Louis popping up, I've enjoyed
this time with you here."
"As have I."
"Maybe we should scrap those plans we had, and just
pick up a few supplies in that village and camp out till
it's time to go home."
"That sounds like a fine idea to me."
"I thought you'd say that."
Fraser nuzzled his ear, but after Fraser's rather
passionate love making earlier in the day, in the aftermath
of Louis' dispatchment, Ray was a little on the tender side
and all for a night of cuddling over sex.
"You know.. While I was undercover.. I knew I'd go nuts
if
I didn't get out soon when I found myself thinking, if
Fraser was here, he'd start telling these guy's an Inuit
story right about now, and found myself, coming up with
one.. Boy did that distract them."
Fraser chuckled.
"I knew it was time to come home, when I found myself
missing those stories of yours."
"Do you want me to tell you one?"
Ray nodded, and settled back in his arms as Fraser drew
in a deep breath and launched into a story about the Inuit
hunter who went to a great shaman to learn how to know when
he met his soul mate.
"And he found the shaman sitting on his blanket,
watching the clouds in the sky above. And knelt before him,
but before he could open his mouth, to ask the shaman his
question, the shaman looked at him, and deep into his eyes,
and said, I've been waiting for you. And the Hunter knew
he'd found what he'd been searching for."
*~~~~~~~~~~*ooOO0=@=0OOoo*~~~~~~~~~~*
The End
Copyright April 16, 1998 Red Skye
Standard disclaimers apply, Alliance owns the copyright of
all Due South Characters that I didn't invent for this story,
and
I just borrowed their toys to play with them a little. They
are
action figures, aren't they? {:>D
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