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 by Dee Gilles	

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 Benny and Ray 12 Ray's Asylum NC17 Dee Gilles

 Benny was quiet on the drive back from the Ravinia concert. Ray had
learned over the past few months of being Ben Fraser's lover that he was
deep in conflicted thought and would never, ever volunteer what he was
thinking unless prompted. "Everything all right, Benny?" Benny gave him
his "professional" smile, the one he reserved for strangers and superiors.
"Of course, Ray." It wasn't much of a stretch to figure out what was on
his mind. "Should we talk about it now, or wait until we get home?" Ray
asked. Benny didn't pretend to not understand what he was referring to,
for once. "Now is fine." "Okay...well, I thought it went okay, but it felt
weird. Never thought I'd be introducing my boyfriend to my ex-wife. I
don't know which is stranger. Having a boyfriend, or having an ex-wife."
Ray kept glancing at Benny as he drove, saw that he smiled both times he
said the word `boyfriend'. He reached across the short space between them,
and took Benny's hand and placed their intertwined hands in his lap,
steering with his left hand. He glanced at Benny once again, who was
gazing off into the dark distance with eyes unseeing. "You know," Ray
continued. "If I could, I'd marry you tomorrow. You know that, right? I
love you, Benny." Ray felt his hand squeezed. "And I love you, Ray," Benny
said quietly. "Benny, can I tell you something? I know you're supposed to
be happy for people when they're happy, but I'm not. I'm pissed. I feel
so...hurt, even though I know I've got no reason to be. She got over me,
Benny. Like we never even happened. There was a time when we both thought
we'd die without each other. Didn't that mean anything? Was our love not
real? It felt like it was." "The human spirit is designed to heal quickly,
Ray. For our own survival, nature intended that we find another mate when
one mate is no longer in the picture." That drew a faint dry chuckle from
Ray. "I could never give her a baby. That's what it came down to, in the
end. Cruel world." "Do you want children, Ray?" Ray contemplated his
phrasing before speaking. This was something they had never talked about,
and he realized he had no idea how Benny felt about raising children.
"Yeah, Benny, I do. Someday. Be nice to have a little girl of my own. I
think a daughter would be easier. Sons and their fathers...that's a tough
one." "I understand," Benny softly said. They were silent for a long
while, each contemplating their own rocky relationship with their fathers,
the love and the disappointments. Ray turned down Octavia, noted whose
lights were still on as he drove by the house. The house was dark except
for the light in Frannie's window. Frannie was a night owl like him, so
that was normal. He had some time he could spend with Benny tonight. He
felt guilty for about the two thousandth time, thinking of the way he was
lying to Ma when he crawled out of Benny's bed at midnight, and crept
home, knowing she had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for her son to
return home safe and sound. Tonight, knowing he was only going to a
concert with Benny, she had not waited up. Ray pulled into the driveway on
St. John and parked the car. He escorted his tired lover into his
apartment, where Dief had waited up for them, on the couch, tail thumping.
"We're back, Dief," Fraser softly called. He immediately moved about the
apartment, folding and putting away the blanket, washing and putting away
thermos and plastic food dishes. Ray had carried in the leftover food, and
deposited everything in the fridge and pantry. If he were alone, he'd just
dump everything on the floor, spoiling food included, and call it a night.
But not with Benny. Things had to be put away first, clean and organized,
and Ray after some initial resistance, had accepted this discipline. He
waited for Benny, at the kitchen sink, to dry his wet hands on a dishtowel
before swooping. He pulled Benny's T-shirt over his head as soon as he had
turned from the sink, and dropped it on the counter. His mouth went
straight to a nipple, drawing it in until it was a hard little nub, and
then he did the same to its partner. By the time Ray lifted his head for a
kiss on that luscious mouth, he was already hard. He ran his hands up and
down his friend's smooth, well-muscled back. The skin there was smoother
than silk. Ray reveled in the smell and taste of his lover as he
alternated between sucking his tongue and tasting the skin at his neck and
shoulders. Benny still smelled of the shampoo Ray had used on him when
they took a shower together after sex this afternoon. He was ready for
more sex now. Needed it desperately, all of a sudden. Maybe because of the
Angie thing. He pushed Benny against the kitchen sink and pressed his palm
against Benny's groin. He quickly found the hardness he was searching for.
Benny groaned as Ray dipped his head and took a nipple into his mouth
again. He unzipped Ben's jeans and stuffed his hand down the front. This
reminded him of the time last Christmas when Benny had presented him with
muffins, wearing only short boxer-briefs, the closest thing he could find
to "shortie pajamas". Ray had fucked him over the sink before the muffins
had a chance to completely cool. Just as they were leaving for midnight
mass, Ben had gotten a sudden craving for Italian sausage and had dropped
to his knees after dressing and had sucked Ray's cock down his throat, and
Ray had exploded shortly after. The next morning, Ben had surprised Ray by
creeping into the Vecchio house around five a.m. on Christmas morning,
placing several small gifts under the tree for Maria's children, and,
mindful of the squeaky bed, had given Ray a sweet, mellow and gentle fuck
on the floor before anybody in the house was all the wiser. Nobody thought
it was odd at all when the children tore down the stairs at 6:30 and found
Fraser and Ray quietly talking over coffee. There was no doubt that Ben
Fraser was the love of Ray's life. Maybe his hot thing with Tommy
deBenedetto back in high school was just preparing him for his life with
Benny. Maybe his marriage to Ange was just practice too. "Benny, I wanna
stay with you tonight," he said. "Not just part of it. I wanna stay all
night, and wake up to you in the morning. Do you think we could do that,
just this one time? Just this once, please?" He knelt at Benny's feet and
pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees. He took the swollen cock
in his mouth. Benny wailed softly with pleasure. "Yes, Ray, yes! I want
you here with me always. I don't ever want you to leave. Don't ever leave
me, Ray. Please don't ever leave me," he panted as Ray sucked. "Never,
Benny. Never gonna leave you." Ray removed Ben's boots and pants before
leading him, naked, into the bedroom. Once inside, Ben knelt on the bed on
all fours. Ray's hand slithered up Ben's strong back, as he drove his
tongue between Benny's parted ass cheeks. "Ah, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray," was
all Benny said. VVVVVV The next morning, Ray Vecchio awoke in Ben Fraser's
arms. And in Ben's arms he stayed the entire weekend. It was perfect. It
was heaven. VVVVVV Reality came crashing down on Ray Vecchio's ears Monday
morning, after getting a phone call that one of his best snitches wanted
to have a little tete a tete this morning. Had a tip-off to a major thing
going down tonight, and it was a sure thing. He was a couple of minutes
early and figured he'd have time to call Benny. He hit his speed dial # 2
on his cell phone. "She gone yet?" he asked without preamble. Ben had told
Ray last night that the Dragon Lady was going away to a spa this week
before heading up to Ottawa for a conference. This mouse had every
intention of playing while the cat was away. He was almost salivating at
his chance to fuck Benny over his desk after stripping him down to only
his Mountie boots. Ray had gotten himself banned from the Canadian
Consulate after an unfortunate incident. He could not set foot in, nor
even call Benny at work unless it was official business. On the other end
of the phone, Ben sounded hesitant. "No sir, Canada is a nation bordered
by the United States to the south, the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans to the
east and the west, and the Arctic Ocean to the north, comprising of
roughly ten million square kilometers." Meg Thatcher had arrived early one
day, and caught Ben and Ray in an embarrassing situation. If Meg was
annoyed by Ray before, she outright despised him now. He suspected that
Benny drew a lot of punishment because of it, but Benny never admitted to
anything of the sort. Not that he would. "So the Dragon Lady is still
there." If Ray ever found out she was taking her hatred of him out on Ben,
God help her. "Yes, sir, it can be a cold climate," Fraser stated flatly.
Ray could hear Meg's sharp voice in the background harshly demand, "who is
it?" "Fraser, I'm in a hurry!" Ray snapped. He heard footsteps nearby.
"It's a man in a hurry," Ray thought he heard Benny say softly. "Fraser,
are you there?" "Have a safe trip, sir," Fraser called, loudly this time.
"Listen Fraser, something came up. I gotta meet a guy. So I won't be
dropping by tonight, there's..." "Vecchio!" "Gotta go." Ray hung up the
phone, and turned to the man who had called his name. " Volpe!" They came
face to face. "So?" Volpe prompted. "So?" "You wouldn't be wearing a wire,
would you?" "Me?" Ray gave his best innocent look. "So you don't mind if I
have a look?" Ray held out his arms, and Volpe frisked him down. "A man
with style is a man who can smile," Ray said. "Ooh!" He gasped as Volpe
groped a sensitive spot. Only Benny touched him there. "Do you the same
favor?" He asked. "I'm a criminal. What would I be doing wearing a wire?"
"Posterity?" Ray patted him down, finished by a few raps on the head. "You
satisfied?" "Never satisfied. What do you want?" "What do I want? You
called me." "No. You called me." The same thought flashed through their
minds as they drew their guns and shots simultaneously rang out,
reverberating off the alley's brick walls. Volpe gasped, and went down
like a ton of bricks. Ray ran to the felled man, intent on checking for a
pulse. A hooded figure lashed out and pistol-whipped him before he could
even react. He went out like a light. VVVVVV When he came to, there was a
uniform crouched over them. "Police officer, don't move!" the woman
yelled. He could plainly hear the tension in her voice, and tried to calm
her. "I said don't move," She warned. "Hey take it easy, I'm a cop!" "I
said `freeze!'" she said, hands badly shaking. "Okay. Okay. Good. Good!"
Ray held up his hands in a placating way. The woman was wound tight as a
spring. A movement distracted her, and she turned and shot past a small
orange cat. Ray used her distraction to bolt. This woman was dangerous.
The cop yelled "Stop!" Shots whizzed past Ray: Bang, Bang, Bang. "Or I'll
shoot!" She yelled. "Good sequence!" Ray quipped. The empty barrel clicked
over and over as Ray beat a hasty retreat. He kept running and running
until he got a few blocks to the consulate. Ray burst through the front
door. He yelled his lover's name and collapsed in a sweaty heap on the
floor. VVVVVV Ray sat in a chair in Meg's office, head tilted back. Benny
applied a cold slimy goo to the gash on his forehead. "Guy's a psycho,"
Ray said. "He's been running his own little operation on the south side
for a year or so. Drugs, guns, prostitution, the basic American dream.
Ow!" "Sorry." "What is that?" "It'll prevent infection. You were
discussing Mr. Volpe. " "Smells. Word is he's been getting ambitious
lately, so naturally I'm anxious for a face to face. I get there, and it's
a set up." "And you think somebody hit you." "This stuff smells. I don't
remember. I wake up, Volpe's dead, and I got this uniform blasting away
like Yosemite Sam. Bang Bang Bang. I take off." "And you have no idea what
happened to Mr. Volpe?" "This stuff really stinks. Somebody shot him.
Could have been anybody. Could have been me. What is this?" "It's a
concoction I made from the mucus membrane of a pregnant...it's not
important. What is important, if I may recap, is that you were lured to a
meeting with a gangland figure, and at this meeting, the gangland figure
was murdered, of which you have no memory. A uniformed officer arrived,
you resisted arrest, and you then fled the scene of a homicide. Do you
agree these are the facts of the scenario? " "Did I just say that, or do I
have a head injury?" "Well Ray, I'm afraid that I have no option." Ben
went to Thatcher's desk and withdrew a pair of handcuffs. "By the power
invested in me by the government of Canada, I'm placing you under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against
you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot
afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you without charge. Do you
understand these rights?" Oh God, Ray thought as Benny cinched the cuffs,
Why is this my life? VVVVVV Assistant State's Attorney Damon Cahill, a
volatile man with a Napoleanic complex, imagined himself as the man who
would be king. He had to show the voting public that he was an upright
citizen, tough on crime. Ray and Ben watched Cahill's grand-standing on
the TV news. Ray said, "He's needs an issue, so I'm the issue." "Only
temporarily. Once we can arrange for a blowback test to prove that you
haven't fired a gun recently, we're work on it," Ben replied. "I was on
the range this morning. I'm covered in blowback." Whatever Benny was going
to come back with was cut off by the sound of the doorbell genteelly
chiming. Ben smoothly rose to answer. Ray could hear the voices of the
Duck Boys, trying to gain entry to arrest Ray. Ray heard Fraser's calm and
soft voice gently but firmly fend them off, as those harboring suspected
criminals was a routine part of his day. He even heard Benny correct
Jack's grammar. Yeah, go get'em Benny. Constable Turnbull joined the
stonewalling shortly thereafter. After a few more moments, the Duck Boys
backed down. "Hey, they really gotta extradite me?" Ray asked when Benny
returned to the room. "Yes, they do." "Wow, go figure," Ray said,
marveling. Benny began to move away. "Where you going?" "To the scene of
the crime," Benny stated simply. "A good plan. You do that, I'll get my
file." "I'm sure the police have already picked up your files, Ray." "Yeah
they got my files, but they wouldn't have gotten my file's files. I keep
my secret stuff in a hollowed out book. Let's get into it." "No, no. You
don't' seem to understand, Ray. You can't leave the consulate." "Why?"
"Detectives Huey and Dewey are undoubtedly waiting to arrest you the
moment you step from this building. As long as you remain here, you're
safe. Diefenbaker, let's go." Dief woofed, gung ho to get on the case.
"Tea, Mr. Vecchio?" Turnbull asked, presenting a silver serving tray.
"'Safe'?" Ray asked. "Welcome to Canada, Ray," Benny said, and turned to
go. Turnbull said. "Since you're a newcomer to this nation, I figured an
orientation might be of some help, as well as some good fun. Are you
familiar with the sport known a curling?" Ray groaned. It was going to be
a long and painful asylum. VVVVVV Benny had been gone for what felt like
hours, Ray thought. He said to Turnbull, "Anything that moves that slowly
is not a sport. This is not a sport. It's housework." "It is a calling,"
Turnbull said testily. "It may be a pastime, it may even be a hobby, but
it's definitely not a sport." That tore it. Turnbull turned from the TV
and rose. "Do you wanna fight?" He demanded. Ray suddenly realized how big
of a man Turnbull really was. "Over curling?" He asked, stunned. "Yes,"
Turnbull answered. "What if I made fun of baseball?!" "Alright." Ray put
up his dukes. "Afternoon gentlemen," Fraser arrived, smoothly cutting the
tension. "Hey, you're empty handed." Ray said. "Yes, but I'm not empty
trousered," Fraser said triumphantly. Ben brazenly shrugged off his braces
and unzipped his pants. A Mona Lisa smiled briefly flittered across his
face as he met Ray's eyes and reached into his pants, drawing out folders
from each hip. God, Benny was giving him ideas...nasty thoughts...Ray
wanted to-- "Sir!" Turnbull called Ben's attention to the TV. They yelled
together, making a sweeping motion, "Sweeeeeepppp!" Oh my God, Ray
thought, rolling his eyes, could you two possibly be any dorkier? VVVVVV
Ray indicated some surveillance photos. "See that," he said. "Eddy
Herndorff. Old style gangster. The man's ruthless. He once cut a man's leg
muscles out with a sword `cause he cut him off in traffic. That. Gus
Fillion. Eddy's main competitor. He sees himself as a renaissance sort of
guy. These two used to duke it out, but they've been getting along lately.
Getting along until Andreas Volpe blew up. Psychopath local kid. Big
ambitions." "So it's your theory, if I may recap, that Volpe challenged
their authority, and was killed as a result?" Fraser asked. "Yeah. See,
that's why we're policemen, Fraser. We get to figure these kinds of things
out." "Right you are, Ray. Right you are. I think it's time that I paid
Mr. Fillion a visit." Ray's gut clenched in dread. "Look," he said. "No
offense Fraser, but these are Chicago hard guys. I mean, you can be as
polite as you want, but they'll have you hanging from a meat hook in
fifteen seconds." "Well, I'm not without my resources, Ray," Benny
reassured him. Turnbull appeared in the doorway. "Sir? Your presence." Ray
rolled his eyes. "'Your presence?' What are you, like, a king or
something?" "To Turnbull? Yes?" Fraser departed with the younger man. Ray
quietly slipped behind the door, where he could clearly hear all
conversation taking place in the hallway. "Ah, Lieutenant Welsh. Nice to
see you. Welcome to Canada, sir." Benny could be heard greeting the Lieu.
"Fraser, this is assistant state's attorney Cahill..." "An honor, sir.
I've seen your posters all over town." "Constable, I'll come straight to
the point. I'd like you to surrender Detective Vecchio." "Well, I'm afraid
I can't do that sir. The extradition treaty between our two countries is
very specific--" "We wanna question Vecchio in connection with a more than
particularly vicious homicide. I've suspected for some time that organized
crime has an informant somewhere inside the police department in this
city." "Sir, I don't think we have to bother Constable Fraser with that,"
the Lieu interjected. "I want this man to understand what he's interfering
with," came Cahill's surly voice. "I think I can put your mind to rest on
that point, sir," Benny said assuringly. "Ray had nothing to do with this
murder. And I can personally vouch for his integrity." Cahill scoffed.
"I'm supposed to take your word on that?" "Yes, sir," Benny responded
suavely. Welsh said, "You see, uh, sir. Constable Fraser doesn't lie."
Cahill sounded rather taken aback at first, but quickly recovered. "Oh.
Well, that's an admirable quality in times of peace. But we're in the
middle of a war. A war against crime and corruption, and I demand your
cooperation. The city of Chicago demands your cooperation." "And you shall
have it sir, to the fullest extend of the law." "Are you mocking me? Are
you mocking this city? This administration?" "Certainly not sir. No. We
greatly appreciate the generosity shown to us by the city of Chicago and I
assure you that if you ever find yourself in Nunavet, you will not be
wanting for a meal." There was a long pause from Cahill, as he tried to
figure out what angle Benny was working. Finally, he said. "You do this
Marquis of Queensberry thing, and your grammar, it's very quaint. But I
just wanna remind you. We took Grenada. We beat the snot out of Haiti. We
knocked Panama on its ass, and if need be, we take this little piss pot
too! Have a nice evening." With that, Cahill and Welsh departed. Ray heard
Fraser say softly, "Oh dear!" as he stood in the now vacant hallway.
VVVVVV Ray had delivered what felt like his tenth pizza. He was getting
real sick of pizza. He was getting testy. He let a little frustration out
on the pizza delivery guy. "There's no pineapple. Where's the pineapple?"
"Tony don't put pineapple on no more. Says it ain't right for the pizza."
"What is Tony, the surgeon general all of a sudden? Get in there!" Ray
indicated the room he had just vacated. Turnbull sat on a chair in front
of the television, engrossed in a nature show. "Can you get out?" Ray
snapped. We need the room." Turnbull, normally so benign, was fraying at
all of Ray's abrasiveness. "No. No, Ray. In Canada, if we need someone to
leave the room, we say to them `could you please leave the room?'" he said
sternly. "Could you please leave the room before I punch you in the head?"
Ray stiffly asked. "You see?" Turnbull smiled. "You see how easy that is?"
He said to Ray's would-be informant, polite smile plastered on his face.
"Hello. Welcome to Canada." Ray waited until Turnbull was out of earshot.
"Alright, Sandor. I know you're plugged in. Talk to me. What are they
saying? Who whacked Volpe?" "They're saying maybe you did. They're saying
maybe Herndorff, because he's nuts. And they're saying maybe Fillion
because he and Volpe had a beef." "What kind of beef?" "It's nothing
serious. Volpe tried to stick a bomb underneath Fillion's car." "And
Fillion had him whacked?" "Well...If it wasn't you... and it wasn't
Herndorff..." Sandor left the rest of the sentence lingering in the air.
"All right," Ray said. "You get back out there. Put the word on the street
that ---- wants to see Herndorff." "Herndorff? Nobody wants to see
Herndorff, Ray." "You just questioned my judgment." "I did." "What do I
have to do?" "You have to hit me, Ray." "Correct." Ray delivered a couple
of sharp raps against the man's head. "Thank you." "You're welcome." "Now
get back out there." VVVVVV The next few moments of Ray's life were all a
blur. He easily conned Turnbull out of his giving up his uniform, and
sailed right past the Duck Boys sitting in a car in front of the building.
He just couldn't take being cooped up any more. He had to get out and take
some action. Do something. Do anything. Within a minute or two of leaving
the building, Ray found himself pistol-whipped for the second time in
twenty four hours. He woke up in a van, and before he could even get his
wits about him, was grabbed and dragged like a sack of potatoes. His
unofficial partner was already in the abandoned old chop shop, firmly tied
to a chair. "Evening, Ray," Fraser said calmly, as though he was about to
invite him to sit for high tea. "Hello Fraser." Fraser glanced at Ray's
uniform. "Not a bad fit, all in all." "The arms are a bit long," Ray said,
playing Fraser's game. "We could always have them altered." "I know a good
tailor." Herndorff appeared from the shadows, munching on a hoagie. "If I
were you," he said to Ray, "and I had this heat on me, I'd be in some deep
hole right now, and not out parading in a red suit." "I came to make you a
deal, Eddy," Ray stated. "Make me a deal? The whole town's looking for who
whacked Volpe, and you--you're gonna make me a deal? Fun is done." "Come
on. I didn't whack Volpe. I'm a cop." "Oh yeah, I forgot. That would be
illegal." "It's Fillion. We both know that. You help me, I'll nail him."
"Hey. You do your job. I'll do mine." "Oh, so you're gonna kill a cop now,
Eddie, is that it?" You know what happens when you kill a cop? They'll
hound you to your grave, Eddie. They'll hound you beyond your grave!" Ray
yelled. From his side, Benny commented, "I don't think we have to worry,
Ray. I don't think Mr. Herndorff intends to kill us. Now there are three,
make that four, police cruisers travelling down Michigan Avenue at
approximately 122 kilometers per hour. No. I believe that Mr. Herndorff
intends to turn us over to the police." Ray would never understand how
Benny could stay so calm in the face of danger if he lived to be a hundred
years old. It was just preternatural. "You got good ears, Red." Eddy
commented appreciatively. "Thank you." Eddy said wryly, "Ray. I really
think you're going to enjoy prison. Let's go." He turned and left the two
of them alone. "I'm not going to jail," Ray uttered. "The food, the
conversation, the sexual hijinks. I can't handle it." "You may not have to
Ray. I think help is on its way." "Oh yeah? In what form?" "Diefenbaker. I
think he followed me." "Yeah?" Ray urged the yet unseen dog on. "Come on.
Come on! " "Dief!" "Ray." "Dief!" Ray called again. "Ray!" "Dief!" Ray
yelled. "Ray!" "What?" "As you know, it's pointless to yell. He's deaf.
We'll just have to wait for him to find us." "I'm not that good at
waiting." "Let's be patient." "I mean, I'm really not that good at
waiting." "Shhh!" "I was three weeks premature. What does that tell you?"
"Here he comes." "Hey, come on boy, come on! Come on!" Dief began to
fervently lick Ray's face. "I think he likes me!" Ray said, feeling the
raspy tongue scrape his five o'clock shadow. "He likes pizza," Fraser
clarified. He rattled something off in Eskimo. "What'd you say?" "It's
Inuktituk. Slightly less complex language. Easier for him to read. " "What
does it mean?" "It means `fetch the knife from the hood of that car, and
apply it to the ties that bind us.'" Dief did as commanded, and soon, Ben
was awkwardly pulling out of his bindings. Fraser spoke again to Dief.
"Meaning?" Ray prompted. "Hide!" Fraser said. They did just that,
clambering up to the ceiling and hanging from the rafters. Why is this my
life? Ray silently asked God. He wrapped his arms and legs around a steel
I-beam and hung on for dear life. VVVVVV It was after hours at the
Consulate. The visitors had all gone home. All work had been carefully
filed away, and the phone calls and messages dutifully returned. The
toilet had been repaired. The cleaners had come and gone. The wolf was in
the back courtyard, sniffing for voles. All Mounties except one were at
home and snug in their beds. The sole occupants of the building were
Benton Fraser and Raymond Vecchio. Ben had removed every scrap of Ray's
clothing, and had worshipped him from head to toe with his tongue. He now
sat on his thighs in front of Ray, fully clothed, with Ray's big hard cock
slipping down his throat. Benny moaned as he slurped, and gripped Ray's
balls with his left hand. He first rolled one, and then the other between
his thumb and forefinger. He gently took the right testicle in his mouth,
careful with his teeth, and then laved it with his tongue. Ray moaned. Ben
lifted his head and carefully licked away the drop of moisture that had
appeared on Ray's sensitive tip. The door bell rang, cutting through the
silence. "Shit!" Ray gasped. "Keep going! God, your mouth feels so good,
Benny!" "I've got to get that." "No, you don't. You're off duty." "Someone
might be in trouble, Ray." Ben pulled back from Ray and stood, leaving
Ray's frustrated, dripping wet cock quivering in the air. "Fuck!" Ray said
sharply. He rooted around in the dim light for his underwear, and stuffed
them on, inside out. Benny wiped his mouth before exiting, shutting the
door firmly behind him. "Ah. Lt. Welsh!" Ben said, purposely overloud.
"Nice to see you!" Ray scrambled for his pants, and hurriedly pushed his
legs in and zipped up as Welsh spoke, voice echoing in the cavernous
corridor. "Nice to see you, Fraser... You gonna let me stand out here all
night?" "Oh, I'm sorry! Come in, please." "We gotta talk," Welsh said as
his voice came a little closer to Ray. Ray had found his shirt and was
hastily buttoning it. His hands shook with nervousness. Benny said, "Let's
use my office...Oh sir, sorry, it's this way," Benny said after Ray heard
Welsh's footsteps stop outside the door. Welsh's voice grew more distant.
"It's this guy Cahill," he said as Ray slid into his shoes and tucked in
his shirt. Good thing his boner had gone down out of sheer nervousness. He
was actually presentable now. "Sir. It's this way. A little further back."
Benny raised his voice a couple more notches. "Ray! Would you care to join
us?" Ray quickly made his way to Benny's office. "Lt. Welsh was just
informing me that Assistant State's Attorney Cahill has filed a special
request with our department of external affairs to expedite your
extradition." "Uh huh... Come again?" Ray said. "He means," Welsh
clarified, "that at 9 a.m. tomorrow morning, they're going to come and
yank your ass outta here." Welsh looked around the cramped quarters. "You
spend all day here?" He asked. "I go out for lunch." Ray interjected.
"Look, Lieu. I'm telling you. I had nothing to do with that murder." "I
believe you," the older man said without hesitation. "You do?" Ray asked
incredulously. "We know there's a rat in Major Crime. He must have been
leaking to Volpe because no matter what we threw at Volpe, he was able to
walk." Ray's boss turned his attention back to Fraser, distracted. "There
must be twenty rooms in this house. Why did you pick this one?" "The
others are much less intimate," Ben explained without really explaining
anything. Ray had an epiphany. "It's Kilrea. You check his arrest stats.
He's dirty, I'm telling you. Herndorff turns me in. Who does he call? His
little buddy, Kilrea." "Was Kilrea on the firing ranch the morning you
qualified?" "I dunno," Ray said truthfully. Welsh said, "That'd be easy
enough to check out." "And what about the officer at the scene of the
shooting, Tibbet?" Ben Fraser inquired. "Has anyone spoken to her?" "IA
told us to butt out," Welsh said. "That is one sick puppy," Ray commented.
"She needs a Valium the size of a cheeseburger." VVVVVV Ray Vecchio had
ordered his one hundredth pizza. "Look, I'm not paying for their pizza,"
he warned Sandor. "That's thievery. And there's no pineapple." "Hey,
nobody tells Tony how to make pizza, alright? He left Russia to be free,"
Sandor growled. "I think it's quite tasty," Benny said. Ray didn't know
that there was any food Ben didn't consider `quite tasty', as evidenced by
his expanding middle and rounder ass. "Yeah, like your favorite flavors
aren't blubber and lichen," Ray quipped. Benny continued as though he
hadn't heard. Ray hated when he did that. Every once in a while, he
actually enjoyed getting a rise out of Benny. "Kilrea was on the range
yesterday. This is interesting. He wasn't supposed to be there. He
qualified the day before. " "J.P. Tibbet shot a kid last year when she was
working for the organized crime task force." Ray was catching up to
Benny's line of thinking, and so was Sandor. Sandor said, "I went for a
drink the other night, with a guy, definitely O.C. A real big talker. A
real big mouth, right? He's talking about Fillion. Brought him in on this
big job. Now here's the kicker. He had this real stinky painting with him.
Said Fillion gave it to him. It was like a Rottweiler playing poker with
his friends or something." "Fillion," Benny confirmed. "Fillion,
Herndorff. Cahill. Kilrea. Got the makings of a bonspiel." Ray winced.
"What's wrong?" "I just made a curling reference. I'm gonna go lie down."
Ray slipped into the hallway, and realized if he kept on walking, he could
just sail out of here and nail Fillion. He just wanted this thing done so
he could get on with his life. Ray headed toward the door with a final
glance toward the room he had just exited. As he turned back, he nearly
tripped over Dief. Dief let out a warning bark, which brought Fraser.
"Stupid dog. Stupid dog. Stupid dog!" Ray muttered. "Get out of the way."
"Ray. Where are you going?" "Hey. I cant' wait around for Cahill and his
goons to come around and arrest me. I gotta do something." "Do what, Ray?
And where? Everyone in the city on both sides of the law is looking for
you." "That may be. But I gotta do something." "Yes, you do. You have to
trust me." "Trust you, Fraser? I don't even know if I trust me. I don't
think that I whacked Volpe. But...I can't remember details. That might
have been my finger of the trigger. " "You didn't shoot that man." "How do
you know? How can you be so sure?" "Because I know you." Ben stepped
toward him, and lowered his voice. "I believe in you. I know the door to
your very soul." Ray smiled, and touched his lover's soft, full lips. He
looked into his eyes. "You're the light in my deepest darkest hour. You're
my savior when I fall," he softly sang `their' song, The BeeGee's `How
Deep is Your Love'. Ben nodded, and kissed the fingertip that dwelled on
his lip. He smiled into Ray's eyes. He'd make everything okay in the
morning. He wasn't without his resources, after all. "Everything's going
to be alright, Ray," he said. He softly leaned forward and kissed Ray's
pouty bottom lip. "Come on," Ben said, "Let's go watch some curling." Ray
let himself be led back into Thatcher's office. He knew he could trust
Benny. He knew down in his soul.

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End B: Ray's Asylum by Dee Gilles 

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