This story takes up where the story "What the Night Revealed" by Renny Ramos left off. It is with her gracious permission...and encouragement...that I have finally finished it...and am working up the courage to post it. It is my first DS story...and my first slash...so please be gentle. I would encourage you to read Renny's story first...it's on Hexwood. And of course...the characters are not mine...they belong to Alliance...etc. ...and the night brings truth by KMC The sound of weeping filled the darkened room as Ray Vecchio held his friend in his arms and wept with him. Though it had only been two years, Ray had come to feel that he knew Fraser better than anyone on earth. God knows they had managed to cram a lifetime of friendship...and pain...into that short time together. Pain, and the experiences that caused it, which would have torn any other two people apart, had bound them closer together. The tears Ray cried were both for his friend and for himself. For the times they had stood back to back...two against the world. For the times when they had believed in each other...when no one else had. For the times they had hurt each other...when the wounds had run so deep that there seemed no way for them to heal...still they had always managed to find their way back to one another. What seemed both strange...and ironical... to Ray, was that the times that they had hurt each other the most were the times that each had turned aside to reach for love. Benny and the nightmare that was Victoria...and Ray and the tragedy that had been Irene. "Benny" he whispered, "Benny caro, it's alright. It'll be alright." Ray mentally winced at the banal words that he used to try to break through the walls his friend had erected around his heart. Walls that were a mirror image of his own. As his own tears subsided Ray wrapped himself even more tightly around his friend, hoping that the sheer sense of his physical presence would somehow reach through the barricades that pain had formed around him, and give him comfort. Ray knew that for most of his life Benny had been virtually starved for simple human affection...for the loving words and kisses, hugs and caresses that Ray himself had always taken for granted. Time stood still for the two in the dark room, as Ray held his friend close, gently combing his fingers through Benny's soft hair, then running his hand down to slowly caress his back. As Benny's tears subsided Ray felt him stirring in his arms, and he found himself holding his breath as Benny slowly turned his face up to look at him. Ray felt his heart start to pound in his chest as he saw that his friend's beautiful eyes were filled with pain and loneliness and a desperate need...a need Ray knew that he would fill, no matter what the cost. With gentle fingers Ray tenderly caressed Benny's face, brushing away tears of pain and loneliness. "Ray?" A word, a plea, spoken in a voice made rough by grief and the tears Ray so desperately wanted to wipe away...from Benny's face, from his heart, from his soul. Blue eyes gone dark with a strange, hungry yearning, pale skin flushed with emotion, nervous tongue darting out to moisten dry parted lips...it was too much, far too much to bear. As his mouth descended on Benny's, Ray's soul sent out a prayer to anyone who might be listening, a plea that their friendship would survive a night of passion. Benny's only prayer was a silent thanksgiving.