Getting Warmer     Getting Warmer

 by Viridian5

  

 Author's Website: http://www.mrks.org/~viridian

 Disclaimer: All things due South belong to Alliance no matter how much I
want Ray K to belong to me. No infringement intended. Suing me would be a
waste of time. Besides, I'd just kick you in the head. 

 Author's Notes: I originally wrote this setup to frame the toad dream
that became "Nonsense.” The closet bit became so utterly different that I
had to disconnect them. I've given up on explaining my brain to other
people, okay? 
This story wouldn't be what it is without read-through and helpful input
from LaT and realitycek.

 Story Notes: 

 

 

 Something had changed. Had he just regained consciousness? Ben felt
something warm press against his neck. It hadn't been unpleasant, just
unexpected. He couldn't see the source. 

 "Fraser. Fraser. Fraser. Fraser!" Yet Ray seemed to be speaking unusually
softly. 

 Why was it so dark? Ben's head felt thick and woolen. "For God's sake,
Ray, I'm right here." It appalled him to hear how snappish his voice
sounded. 

 "Wow, yer pissy. I wasn't that pissy last time I got hit over the head.
Which was about the same time today you did, actually." 

 "What?" 

 "What what?" Ray asked. 

 "You said that I'd hit my head." Ben felt that warmth against his neck
again. 

 "Yeah. Wake up, Fraser. C'mon, buddy, wake up." 

 The darkness stayed, bringing a bit of panic with it. Something pressed
against him.... 

 "Ben! C'mon here. 'Sokay. Well, not really, but we're not in any
immediate danger." 

 Ben realized that he heard and felt Ray's voice across his neck. "Ray?"
The dark and Ray's own whispering made Ben keep his voice low as well. 

 "Yeah. They hit you hard, and I got worried when you didn't wake up. I've
been nudging you with my nose trying to get ya back to consciousness." 

 "Ray, that isn't appropriate." 

 "You had a different tune last night. Besides, the perps aren't outside,
so they can't hear me getting all inappropriate with you. I can try to get
us loose and talk at the same time." 

 This had to be real. 

 Ben's headache and Ray's surfeit of friskiness stopped him from playing
on Ray's use of the word "loose." "Is there a reason why you couldn't
simply use your hands to wake me?" 

 "You didn't have any complaints--" 

 "Ray." 

 Ray was a darker zigzag shape in the dark. Ben happily inhaled the citrus
scent in Ray's hair as it provided a more than welcome distraction from
the other smells of dust and acrid chemicals that surrounded them. 

 "They're tied behind my back, just like yours are. The perps tied my
ankles together too, which is why I'm hopping around like a frog, though I
don't think they did yers since I didn't feel any rope around yers while I
was groping around. They took my boot gun and cell phone, the bastards,
and I'm gonna track 'em down and kick the crap out of them for it. I might
still have my switchblade, but I can't exactly reach into my pocket and
tell. Think we're in some janitor's closet from the sanitizer smell in
here." Ray's hair brushed Ben's jaw. "We're lucky they didn't kill us.
Maybe they just didn't want a cop killing on their rap." 

 "So they attacked me from behind and knocked me out. How did they get
you?" 

 "Uhm. They walloped me too actually. Blindsided me. I'm a big ball of
shame." 

 "They must not have hit you very hard." 

 "Is that some kind of crack?" 

 "No, merely an observation that you regained consciousness before I did."


 "Sometimes that Polack hardheadedness comes in real handy." Ray nuzzled
Ben's neck with his nose. At least Ben thought it was his nose. "Good
thing they didn't know that yer head is at least as thick as mine, if not
thicker." 

 Ben sighed. "You seem to be enjoying this." 

 "Yer always telling me I should ac-cent-uate the positive. Do you have
anything in yer utility belt that we can use to cut ourselves free? Ya do,
right? I think I can manage to reach yer belt if I work it right." 

 "Yes. I'll direct you. If you back up to me, you may be able to get it.
Do not say a word about last night." 

 "I'm too predictable. Okay." Ray backed away a bit. 

 Ben figured out where Ray was by the sound of his jeans brushing together
at the ankles as he moved. "To the left. Left. My other left." 

 "Oh, gotcha. Am I warm?" 

 Oh yes. "Getting there." 

 Ray slowly backed up while trying to reach Ben's belt but fell into Ben's
lap anyway. His squirming would be enjoyable most other times but-- Ben
almost jumped to his feet, with only Ray's weight stopping him. 

 "Oooh, that's a useful tool, just not right now," Ray said. 

 Ben tried to ignore the hand gripping him. "You're definitely enjoying
this entirely too much." 

 Ray chuckled. "I know you'll get me for it later." 

 "If there is a later." 

 "Has to be one. I'm kinda looking forward to the punishment." Ray moved
his tied hands up to Ben's Sam Browne, grunting a little at what had to be
an uncomfortable contortion of his arms. "Am I warm?" 

 "Very warm. Warmer. I must say that you seem to be maneuvering very well
in the darkness." 

 "Well, it's the whole eyesight thing. Whoa! Sorry." 

 "You are not." 

 "Yeah, yer right. But I can manhandle you later, on purpose." 

 "I've long suspected that your sight is worse than you let on. I tried on
your glasses once." 

 "That's kinda cute." 

 "You're constantly stealing my hat." 

 "Not my fault. It's Mountie magic or something. And I haven't found the
Stetson in here. I think those bastards took it." 

 "Then they shall pay." 

 "I bet wearing my glasses put a stabbing pain through yer head." 

 "I'm afraid you're correct." 

 "'Afraid' I'm correct? That's not a nice thing to say." 

 "You know what I meant. In any case, sometimes I wonder if you should be
allowed to drive without them." 

 "I see fine enough. Besides, I could be blind and be less dangerous
behind the wheel than you are with 20/20 eyesight. That 20/20 isn't doing
you much good now, is it?" 

 "Someone's approaching the door." With sight nearly useless, Ben had
concentrated on his other senses, making his hearing much more acute, and
he'd noticed a soft footfall coming closer. 

 "Really." Ray didn't move any differently than he had a moment before,
but now he somehow gave off the impression that he vibrated. Ben knew that
Ray was smiling. 

 Long, clever fingers grabbed and unsheathed the knife on Ben's Sam Browne
with a minimum of fuss and no more flirtatious teasing. Ray moved away,
and Ben could hear the subtlest sawing noises. As much as he wanted to
warn his partner to be careful, he didn't, knowing that Ray knew well how
often Ben honed the blade. Ray's exuberance sometimes led to clumsiness,
but not now, not when he was focused intent itself, anticipating his
moment to strike. 

 Times like this brought home to Ben the sure knowledge that Ray was a
wild creature who deigned to be with him, much as Diefenbaker did. Both
had good, giving natures, but they each had a feral, more dangerous side
as well. 

 Of course, Ray's shows of feral behavior had more--and more
enjoyable--applications than Dief's. 

 "Lean forward," Ray whispered. Almost as soon as Ben did so, he felt a
warm presence at his back and the ropes at his wrists giving way under the
keen edge of his knife. He also realized that he was hard. Ray's breath
stirring the fine hairs at the nape of his neck might have something to do
with that, but he suspected that he also reacted to the weird intimacy
here and the way their situation forced them to be tactile. 

 It couldn't possibly have anything to do with being bound. 

 Soon his hands and feet were free. Ray moved away again and made small
shifting noises that suggested he'd picked up something to throw. They
both waited for the footfalls to stop and for the door to open. 

 When the door opened, Ben recognized one of the criminals they'd tracked
here. Wearing his Stetson. Ray must have remembered him too, because he
flung a full plastic bottle at the man and hit him directly in the face,
knocking the malfeasant out and to the floor. The glasses made such a big
difference to Ray's aim. Ray sprinted out the door and crouched next to
the downed criminal, then motioned that it was safe and handed the Stetson
over. 

 "You want me to pound his head into the floor for the crime of stealing
yer hat?" 

 Ben straightened the brim and settled it on his head. "That won't be
necessary." He had to ignore how sleek Ray looked while leaning over the
man rummaging for their gear. 

 "He doesn't have my guns or phone, but he has his own gun and phone.
Thank God for the cellular revolution. I can use his to call for backup
once we scope the scene out." 

 "Ray." 

 "What? If he has a problem, he can send me the bill when he's in prison.
Besides, he stole yer hat." 

 "True." 

 "Yer kinda Mountie punchy, super proper. What's up with--" Ray smirked.
"Ohhh, gotcha. We can wrap this up extra fast then. Thorough and correct
and all, but as fast as possible." 

 It bothered Ben so much to be so quickly seen through that he felt the
need to tease Ray a bit. "We always try to process such things as quickly
and thoroughly as possible." It wasn't his fault that he usually tried to
get his mind off his desire to pin Ray to a wall by strengthening what Ray
called his "Mountie mask." 

 "Yeah, we do, but now we have more motivation." 

 "I don't know about you, Ray, but I always have motivation to--" 

 Ray put his hands over his ears. "La la la la." 

 "Understood, Ray. Ceasing." 

 They dragged the unconscious miscreant into the closet, then went in
search of the others.  

 The rest of the arrest went by the book. They found the men, called for
backup, and did not engage themselves. The police swooped in and handily
captured the criminals with little fuss. Ben would have appreciated some
action to distract himself from thoughts of the action he wanted to take
with Ray. Later, waiting for the doctors to check them for concussion had
been excruciating. 

 Ray had been livid when Lieutenant Welsh demanded that one of the other
detectives drive them home, but he seemed to be draining off his anger by
teasing Ben out of his mind. One long-fingered hand stroked slowly up and
down Ray's thigh, and Ray's lips surely couldn't be so dry that he needed
to lick them so often. Even cleaning the smudges from his glasses became
an erotic tease, with the lenses getting the slow, thorough, stroking
attention Ben wanted for himself. Ray occasionally slid a saucy sideways
glance at Ben to make sure he had his full attention. 

 While Ben could not touch him. Not in public, and certainly not with
Detective Huey sitting in the front seat. Yet his reticence extended even
beyond that. 

 Ray could be so open about what he wanted and just reach for it. It had
never been that way for Ben, at least not in matters of the heart. 

 Ben actually missed the intimacy he'd felt while tied up in that
janitor's closet, unable to go anywhere or do anything against Ray's
wishes, leaving him in a situation where he had no option but to let it
happen and enjoy it. It had been freeing, especially since he knew he
could trust his partner. 

 Physical freedom had brought a return of his necessary iron control. Now
Ben could only watch Ray and burn with the need to touch and taste him. 

 At least the torment would end soon. Detective Huey parked the GTO near
Ray's apartment and looked back at them. "The doctors want you two to wake
up once an hour tonight. You sure you don't want anyone to stay?" Huey
smirked. 

 "We can do for ourselves," Ben said. 

 "You'll be waking each other up? That doesn't sound right. Are you sure
you don't want someone to stay?" Huey knew about their relationship and
couldn't seem to resist the urge to needle them about it. 

 "I assure you that we'll be fine." 

 "Hey, isn't that Dewey over there calling you?" Ray asked. 

 Huey stepped out of the car and handed the keys to Ray. "Don't do
anything I wouldn't do." 

 "That would cut out a lot," Ray muttered. 

 As they walked to Ray's apartment, Ben tried to distract himself with
thoughts of the proper way to fill out the many expense forms the
consulate posted. His contemplation of filing form #17563-B in triplicate
ceased once Ray had the door open. He had Ray pinned against the wall and
the door closed behind them so quickly that it surprised even himself. 

 They kissed hungrily, rubbing and sliding against one another, hands
tangling in the effort to strip clothing away. Ray wore so damned many
layers.... Ray snorted at the sudden loud rip. "Damn, another T-shirt
lost. How about we undress ourselves first? Be faster." 

 As much as Ben loved to undress Ray, he knew their usual system for what
Ray called need-it-now sex worked better. Lust might make his fingers
thick and clumsy with fastenings, but he could still remove his uniform
far faster than Ray could. Besides, Ray often made comments about Ben's
posterior while he was bent over untying his boots, always a worthwhile
thing. 

 Ben took advantage of his time kneeling on the floor to reach into the
basket nearby that they hid condoms and a tube of lubricant in. Proper
preparation, since they often didn't manage to get very far into the
apartment. 

 Ray finished stripping first and leaned against the wall to display
himself. "Motivation," he said as his hand skimmed down his side. Ray was
already fully erect and slick, tempting beyond measure. He closed his fist
hard around the base of his dick. "Don't want this party over before it
starts. Damn, even watching you strip gets me off." 

 Ben slicked up the fingers of his right hand, smiling at how intently Ray
watched, then pounced, tonguing the head of Ray's dick, as his hand
started to stroke its way back. Ray bucked, and his grip started to
loosen. So Ben replaced Ray's hand with his own. "Punishment, Ray." 

 Ben had to be in control again, even if so much of him didn't want to. He
simply had to be. Ray had so much power over him that he had to assert his
own. 

 Ray groaned and twitched as Ben lavished extended licks along the vein on
the underside of his dick. He tried to move forward to lodge himself in
Ben's mouth and get Ben's fingers where he wanted them, but he was pinned
too well. "Trying to kill me?" he panted. 

 This tortured Ben at least as much, made him ache, heavy with desire, but
he thought it to be worth it. His mind returned to the expense forms to
stop the sight of Ray lolling wantonly against him from triggering him too
early. "I haven't even started yet," Ben said, letting the vibration of
his words further tease the hot, tender flesh he feasted on. 

 "I want you to fuck me," Ray gasped. "I want you in me so deep that I can
feel yer heartbeat. I want you to fuck me into the wall." 

 Inside, Ray was a poet. 

 Ben knew that Ray had made the offer to stop the slow torture, but the
images were too compelling to resist. Ben spun Ray around to face the
wall. "Oh, yeah," Ray said as Ben's finger easily slid into him. It seemed
that Ray was more than ready. "Now. Want it now." 

 Ben rolled the condom on, then thrust up into Ray in a slow, smooth
motion. Ray pushed back to bring him in deeper. Ben tasted the salt of
sweat and something chemical on the skin at the back of Ray's neck,
smelled the sting of cleaning products. He'd have to fix that later. For
now he remained still except for the hand that slid over Ray's ribs and
down... stopping over Ray's navel. "Am I warm?" Ben asked. 

 "I'm going to get you for that." Ray corkscrewed himself down and
squeezed hard, making Ben gasp and thrust despite himself. 

 Time to get serious, then. 

 Ben rocked and thrust, glorying in the feel of Ray's slick skin sliding
against his body and in the circle of his fist, as Ray braced them against
the wall and moved with him, keeping the rhythm. Ray had mentioned muscle
and torque once while discussing boxing but it applied to this as well,
sex with Ray always being an exercise in strength and grace. 

 And endurance. Ben reached the end of his and came, his hand tightening
and releasing and tightening on Ray's dick, setting him off as well, Ray
shouting "Fraser!" as he still tended to do in extremities of emotion. Ben
sagged against Ray's back and kissed his shoulder blades, quite contented,
especially since Ray smelled more like himself now. 

 Ray leaned back and sighed happily, brushing his hair against the side of
Ben's face. "You do realize that we're gonna have to keep one another up.
All. Night." 

 "Somehow, I don't think that will be a hardship." 

 "Hey, you wanna play 'tied-up Mountie and cop trapped in a closet'? I
know I can find some bandannas lying around. You could even take advantage
of the time to teach me some knots. Since you won't be able to do much
else once I have you where I want you." 

 Did Ray know and understand? "And what would you do once you had me like
that?" 

 "Well, have you, for one thing. And nurse you back to health and play
with you and love you and feed you and hug you and call you 'George.' Ya
think that'll keep us awake and out of the dreaded concussion sleep zone?"


 Perhaps he did. "I think that would do the trick. Though I object to
being called 'George.'" 

 "If yer tied up, how are ya gonna stop me?" 

 Ben smiled, nipped Ray's ear, and made a growling sound in answer. 

 Ray smirked and nipped Ben back. "Yeah, yeah. Good thing for you I don't
want to gag you. And good thing Dief's taking that vacation time at the
consulate, because he'd probably say you weren't growling right. Or maybe
that you were talking nonsense. Uh, why does the dog need a vacation
again?" 

 "He says he's never had one, which is correct, though I fail to see why
he needs one." 

 "Uhm, okay. And no 'George' for you. You got my word on that." 

 "I trust you, Ray." Ben didn't entirely trust himself, but he was working
on being worthy of his own trust. 

 And Ray helped, without Ben even having to say a word. 

  

 More Viridian5 stories can be found in The Green Room version 2.0 at 
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 Fandoms represented: due South, Hard Core Logo, Twitch City, X-Files,
Once a Thief, the Buffy the Vampire Slayer movie, Angel, Two Guys and a
Girl (was Two Guys, a Girl and a Pizza Place), X-Men, Doctor Who, Fight
Club, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine 

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