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      	  Markings 
 by mikes_grrl	

 Author's Notes: Hello! *waves* This is my first due South story; I was
not ever planning on writing in the fandom much at all, but this challenge
was too fun to ignore, so here it is, and OMG, I so did not think I was
going to make it in under the wire, at all. My fingers hurt! Anyway, I am,
by inclination, a F/K/V shipper, but I could not figure out a good idea
for the three of them fast enough, so here you go, Fraser and Vecchio, set
sometime pre-Vegas and post-Letting Go. Hope I did not get them too OOC,
and I hope you enjoy it. 

 

 

  Marking  

 Benny was not a girl. This was not news to anyone, but sometimes Ray
found himself repeating this fact to himself over a folder, or over
coffee, or walking down the hall, or while, you know, fucking Fraser.
Because, while Ray was comfortable playing both sides of the fence
sexually - a mouth is a mouth when it comes to blowjobs, right? - he had,
previously, reserved romance for women. Women were romantic; they liked
that sort of thing, flowers and wine and jewelry and stuff. Ray was good
at that. Hey, he's Italian, OF COURSE he can do romance. With women. 

 Men? Sex. Easy. No romance, no flowers, no awkward dating and bringing
them home to Ma (the horror, he could not even imagine). Nope, when it
came to sex, men were built like...like stealth fighters. In, out, no
noise, no fuss, no showing up on the radar. 

 Benny, though, was all about the fussing. And the noise, for that matter,
which was very, very hot (who knew `grunting Mountie' would ever be number
two on Ray's list of `hottest things ever known to mankind'? Not Ray), but
somewhat at odds with the `under the radar' thing. In fact, everything
about it was at odds with `under the radar', which had Ray slightly
unbalanced. They had only been at this new part of their relationship for
a few weeks, which was nothing compared to the year or so it took to get
there, and things were still a bit awkward anyway. Ray had never actually
been romantically involved with a guy before, so the rules were different
or at least he hoped they were, but he was not positive about that, and
habit was hard to break anyway. In Ray's mind, a relationship equaled
romance equaled GIRL which, he reminded himself yet again, Benny was NOT. 

 So Ray did NOT order a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to the
Consulate for Benny the day after their first, ah, liaison. No, he did
not. 

 The shop owner suggested, instead, a nice basket of assorted organic teas
set off by a handmade stoneware mug in autumnal colors. Benny was
impressed. 

 And Ray did NOT buy him a corsage for their first real `date', which was
to a Leafs game anyway (how Ray suffered for love, he did not dare
consider) so it would have looked stupid. Instead, he wrapped Benny up in
a beautiful, hand woven scarf (which Ray had nearly bled out fighting for
at the upscale men's store because it was the only one in hundreds of
scarves which was solid stripes as opposed to the popular and grotesque
animal prints of the season). Red, green and brown stripes, subtle and
tasteful, and beautiful against Benny's perfect skin. Benny nearly gushed
with pleasure, and spent half the night rubbing the fine texture and
driving Ray insane with lust. Game? What game? Ray was only marginally
certain that Fraser did not do that on purpose.

 And perfume was OUT, so very OUT, because Benny? Not a girl. However the
handmade oatmeal pine scented body soap went over really well. Ray smelled
like a tree for days himself, after that shower.

 And since flowers were NOT an option, overall, Ray could not very well
purchase bouquets suitable for Benny's boudoir, which Benny did not have,
because he was a guy. The heavy linen curtains in hunter green, along with
the new set of sheets (flannel, plaid, because you don't buy silk sheets
for a guy) were all big hits, though.

 All this made Ray really feel quite successful in his efforts, because he
was most certainly NOT treating Benny like a girl. Still, it was a hard
habit to break. Especially in the bedroom (or the room, as Benny's flat
was their only refuge, a fact Ray intended to address at some point).
Sure, all spread out and creamy looking and gorgeous and naked, Benny
definitely looked like a man; but he almost acted like a girl. Soft
kissing, lots of necking, petting and stroking and Jesus Christ how much
foreplay could a man take? Ray was finding out: a lot. Benny enjoyed the
slow mutual stripping thing, the post-coital cuddle thing, the
lets-dribble-honey-on-each-other thing, in fact everything that Ray
associated with "sex with girls." In fact, Benny was the one who wanted
Ray to be on top ("I want to feel you inside me, Ray, if you are
amenable." Which, of course, Ray was). Not that Ray was against doing it
the other way around, but hey, who was he to say "no" to his lover? He was
not a stupid man. 

 Nonetheless, for all of that, for how hard Ray tried to remind himself
not to treat Benny like a girl, Benny himself was not helping him out
there, and so Ray spent half his days repeating "Not a girl, not a girl,
not a girl" and forcibly removing the memory of Benny in a dress from his
active memory. Like, now, at his desk, trying to figure out which
purse-snatching case was priority. According to Welsh, all of them.
According to Ray, none. The battle continued, with no end in sight,
because Benny was having a hellacious day at the Consulate ("The drapes,
Ray, the drapes...") and was not only busy, but clearly on his last nerve
("Turnbull, he...Ray, the drapes...") and not about to leave the drapes
for a purse snatching or two. Ray was more interested in thinking about
how to make Benny feel better that night anyway.

 Chocolate? Nope, not a girl. Flowers? Again, no. A nice meal? Okay, that
had possibilities. Ray started sketching out ideas, decided on French
(tasty AND romantic!). He called in a take out order from Le Coq au Vin,
and left early. He picked up the food first, then picked up Fraser. 

 Who was not talking. 

 "Soooo...bad day?" Ray tried to drive sedately, comfortingly. Benny shot
him a sideways glare.

 "Somewhat, yes."

 "Turnbull?"

 "Among others."

 Yep, Benny was pissed. Even Dief was curled up in a tight, silent fur
ball in the backseat. Ray thought a nice back massage after the food might
help Benny calm down, and he was so glad he stashed the rose-scented
massage oil at the flat over the weekend. 

 Fraser practically stomped up the stairs, Dief at his side pretending to
be an obedient dog. Fraser did pause to offer help bring up the bag of
food, but it was a formality only, even Ray figured that much out. He
waved off the assistance. When he finally got into the flat, he watched
Benny while he set down the bag on the table. The Mountie was wound up,
his motions tight and controlled, over-controlled, and Ray's nerves
starting firing off warning shots.

 "Here, babe, sit down, eat some good food. It will make you feel better,"
Ray said soothingly, not watching as Fraser stripped out of his uniform,
because if he watched he would probably end up dropping the food on the
floor, which would only make Dief happy.

 "Did you just call me `babe'?"

 Ray glanced up to see Fraser standing absolutely motionless, his jaw
twitching. Ray's only rational thought, was, Oh shit, NOT a girl and he
hoped to God he did not say it out loud. "Sit down? Eat?" He waved at the
table, channeling his mother, and cringed. 

 "You called me `babe', Ray."

 "Term of endearment, Benny. You don't like it? Never again! Never pass
these lips again!" Ray waved his hands some more. "Or how about a
massage?"

 Fraser tilted his head like a dog, and Ray started shucking his coat and
tie just to have something to do with his hands. 

 "I do not need a massage." Fraser was talking slowly, and his eyes were
burning. 

 "Hey, you had a bad day, I understand. I just want to...help." He ended
up waving his hands again and considered sitting on them just to stop. 

 "I appreciate the gestures, Ray." 

 Suddenly Ray felt the air pressure in the room drop and he went
completely still, thinking, This is what a donut feels like right before
Deif attacks because Benny was slowly walking across the room, his eyes
blazing and locked on Ray. He was down to his Henley, the suspenders
hanging, his pants unbuttoned. Fraser half done, which was not normal.
Fraser was an all-the-way kind of guy, all dressed or all naked,
never...like this.

 "Uh, Benny?" Which Ray meant as are you okay? or should I run for my
life? or something but he was frozen, like a deer in the headlights kind
of frozen, while Benny stalked him across the room.

 "I do appreciate it, Ray. The gifts. The consideration. The food. You are
trying to take care of me and your motives are genuinely loving," Benny
continued to speak softly as he stepped closer, and Ray thought that only
Benny could make a formal speech like that sound dangerous. 

 "Sure. Yeah. Cause I'm a caring guy. I do that. It's...uh, it's...uh,
loving..." He was babbling and he knew it, and so did Benny who did not
even bother to reply. He was standing up against Ray now, as in right up
against him, and pushing him backwards in small increments. 

 "And you are so gentle, Ray. So very affectionate."

 Ray nodded until he felt his neck pop. "Well, that's what you like,
right? Just, uh..."

 "Oh yes, I do. Very much so." Benny leaned in and snuffled right below
his ear, and Ray sighed in relief. This, he could do. He raised up his
hands and stroked Benny's back slowly, lovingly, and tipped his head so
Benny could lap at his neck. Benny liked that. 

 "OW!" Ray shoved him off, rubbing his shoulder where Benny had bit down
onto his muscles. "Hey!"

 Benny stepped back in hard, slamming him against the wall. Stunned, Ray
looked at him, eye to eye, which was long enough of a pause for Benny to
grab his wrists and pin them against the wall. Benny shifted his stance
and it put one leg in between Ray's thighs, shoving Ray's groin into his
hip. 

 "Benny?" Ray felt himself squeak, which was not very dignified, but it
was the best he could do with Benny's hip assaulting his cock. The other
man leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

 "I do appreciate your territoriality, Ray. Your gifts marking me as yours
and this flat as yours and our time together as yours." Benny pushed,
chest to chest, and the air was forced out of Ray's lungs. "I am yours, of
course. You do know that, don't you, Ray?" Benny asked gently, his voice
in counterpoint to the solid, imposing wall of his body.

 "I do. I do know that," Ray gasped, trying to nod as Benny gnawed on his
ear lobe.

 "Good. But you see, Ray, today...today was not my day. Today I was at the
beck and call of petty people with petty concerns, and I was belittled in
front of my peers and complete strangers. Today, Ray, nothing that
happened was of my making, or brought me pleasure..." at the word, he
licked deeply in Ray's ear and Ray groaned. "Or brought me any sort of
feeling of accomplishment."

 "Okay, I get that, I really do, Benny, we all have crappy days and..."
Ray stalled as Benny attacked his mouth, counting his molars or something
with his tongue. The kissed ended when Benny pulled back a little, sucking
on Ray's lower lips. 

 "Do you understand, Ray?" Benny asked, touching their foreheads together,
still keeping Ray's arms locked up against the wall. 

 "I do. I really do..." Ray's mind was hustling, but Benny was already
drifting down his neck, nibbling and sucking.

 "Exactly." 

 Exactly what, Ray had no clue, and was going to ask until Benny spun him
around and shoved him hard across the room, and then shoved him again, and
again, all before Ray could catch his balance, and he ended up falling
backwards onto the bed. Then Benny was back to biting him, this time on
his chest right above his nipple, and it was going to leave a mark despite
the fabric between Benny's teeth and Ray's skin.

 "Jesus! Benny! Ow!" Ray put his hands on Benny's head, trying to push him
back.

 "I'm sorry, but you DO understand, after all."

 Which, really, Ray did not, at ALL, but it seemed like a bad idea to
admit it now. He looked up to see Benny couched over him, his hair in
disarray as he flung off his shirt and reached down, grabbed Ray's arm,
and yanked. Ray had not been manhandled in years by anyone, not like this;
Benny lifted and pulled and dragged Ray's clothes off, pushing him around
as if he was a rag doll. Ray was tossed backwards as the last of the
clothing came off, but he did not have time to process what was happening
before Benny landed on top of him in a horizontal full body tackle.

 "Mine." Fraser was growling, he was growling as he started nipping as
Ray's chest again, his teeth snapping.

 "Oh, uh, sure..." Ray squeaked again, and hated it because he was not a
girl, and men do not squeak. He tried to look calm and shut up. 

 Benny did not answer, just growled some more as he worked his way down.
The bites hurt a bit, not as bad as the first one on his shoulder, and
sometimes Benny would stop and nibble and suck, making a perfect hickey
someplace really weird like on Ray's bottom rib. Slowly, hoping not to
startle the wild animal sitting on him, Ray pulled himself up on his
elbows. Benny stopped mid-lick, looked up at him with crazy eyes, and
snarled. He sprung off the bed as if ejected and stepped over to the
closet, whipped out two scarves and the next thing Ray knew, the nice new
scarf he bought Benny was being used to strap him down to the frame of the
cot. He did not ask, he was not polite about it, and Ray tried to keep
from thinking that this was the hottest, sexiest thing to happen to him
since Angie bought that...anyway, since then. 

 But he still did not know what exactly was going on.

 Benny was back at him, chewing on his hip, licking and sucking and
finally biting down hard until Ray was reduced to squeaking again, between
huffing for air. Suddenly Benny was in his face. 

 "Don't worry, Ray, none of these marks can be seen unless you take your
clothes off."

 Which, typical: that was not at ALL what Ray was worried about. He was
more concerned with permanent scarring, or perhaps even his neglected and
aching dick which was waving excitedly in the air, looking stupid. That he
was worried about; visibility? Not so much. But he just nodded, wide eyed,
as Benny went back to it.

 He bit again, right over Ray's belly button, and Ray gasped loudly in
pain. Benny sat back on his haunches and studied the red mark, and rubbed
it gently, which was both painful and soothing. Ray tuned in to the fact
that Benny was talking while staring at his stomach. "...but then, they
will fade. But I promise, when these fade, I will give you new ones...I
promise..." He bent down and tongued the mark. 

 "Jesus, Benny, okay, okay..." Ray was gasping again. "But come on, here,
I'm a man in pain..." He thrust his hips to get his point across.

 Those blown out, darkened eyes were on him again, and Ray shuddered, all
of a sudden worried about what else Benny might want to bite. Instead,
Benny reached over him to grab the lube out of the small covered basket he
kept by the bed, and that was when Ray got it. 

 He had been treating Benny like a girl, anyway. Buying him things,
staking his claim, asserting his rights to Benny's home and his body.
Clearly, Benny did appreciate it - Mounties do not lie, Ray reminded
himself -- but he saw it all for what it was while Ray had dithered on
about soapfor Christ's sake. Benny let Ray `mark' him, and now Benny was
marking him back, in the only way that Benny knew how.

 Ray thought he was going to need a whole bottle of ibuprofen before the
night was out. Maybe codeine. His thought was interrupted by his legs
being slung up into the air.

 "WHOA!" He went to grab for the cot, forgetting that his hands were
already tied to it, and almost unsettled himself. "Warn a guy, Benny!" He
snapped while Benny pushed a knee under his back, holding Ray's ass up in
the air, and slung his other leg off the cot to brace against the floor.
Ray's calves were up on the front of Benny's shoulders. "You know to, ah,
go slow, right? I haven't done this in a while, you know, and..."

 Naked and sweating, Benny bit his leg.

 "Owwww! Stop it!" 

 But it was too late, Benny had already stopped and was sucking on the
bite mark. Ray opened his mouth again to say something else, but stalled
at the look he got from Benny, who opened his mouth around the skin right
under Ray's knee and glanced down at Ray with his intentions clear on his
face. Ray nodded once, quickly, and Benny let go. 

 Ray's skin was throbbing with pain and arousal, the blood flowing fast
around the dozen or so marks that were already starting to bruise up. Ray
tried to focus on where Benny's hands were: one was moving slowly over
Ray's chest to one nipple, the one without the bruise over it, and the
other hand was moving down under him. He felt Benny's fingers ghost over
the cleft of his ass, and his gasped. Benny smiled, a feral little grin
and gave Ray shivers, the good kind, the kind that started as a small knot
in your stomach and turn hot. Then Ray stopped focusing on anything as
Benny slide one lubed finger into him, slowly, twisting, pushing,
demanding. Ray huffed and breathed out, trying to relax, and he heard
Benny murmur.

 "So good, Ray, so beautiful, so long and exquisite, you are so beautiful,
I have to...I need to..." Benny's eyes were closed and he rubbed his face
against Ray's fuzzy leg while he gently pushed in a second finger, and Ray
braced himself for what was next. Benny turned and nipped just a little,
then sucked in a small bit of skin and sucked hard on it while pushing in
a third finger. Then Ray was torn between trying to differentiate between
the hickey Benny was making on his damn leg, and the fingers pushing and
probing inside him. It was a draw. 

 "Oh, God, Ray..." Benny shifted, groaning out the words, and Ray tugged
on his hands as Benny fell forward, catching himself with his hands on the
frame of the cot, trapping Ray's legs between them. Benny shifted his hips
around while breathing heavily, and Ray felt Benny's cock pushing at him,
trying to find a way in, until finally they both felt the give that marked
the right place, and Benny shoved forward, slowly, glacially (and Ray
wondered when, exactly, Benny got a chance to slick it up, but he
obviously did). Ray let out a long, guttural groan. 

 "Oh God! Yeah, yours, Benny, all yours, that's it, mark me, all yours,
come on come on comeoncomeon..." 

 Benny's cock was not without its formidable dimensions, and Ray was
reminded of that as it sunk into his ass. Slowly, yes -- he gave Benny
credit for patience -- but unstoppable all the same. Benny's head was
swinging back and forth a little like a pendulum, trying to make up for
the lack of movement in the rest of his body. Ray wanted to reach down and
hold him, sooth him, but that was what he wanted, not what Benny needed,
although that did not stop Ray from tugging on the scarves again. Anyway,
his own cock was waking back up from the system shock and wanted
something, anything, and nothing was going on.

 Halfway in, Benny stopped completely and looked at Ray. "I need...Ray,
you're so strong, so beautiful, let me do this, please, God, please..."

 The pleading, and the look, made Ray willing to agree to anything, which
given his position was a good plan anyway. He nodded, feeling the sweat
drip down his forehead over his face. Benny leaned forward to lick the
sweat as it fell, which was the most disgustingly romantic thing Ray had
ever experienced. He whined in pleasure.

 "Yeah, yeah, Ben. It's for you, okay? For you, whatever you need,
whatever...UMPH!" Ray went speechless as Benny drove in, balls deep,
slamming his body against Ray's with a gut wrenching moan of pleasure. Ray
had time to grab the scarves that bound him before the full weight of the
heavier man was pounding against him, sure as hell marking his ass with
bruises from Benny's hips. But the angle hit Ray's prostate which had not
felt that kind of action in years and Ray started shaking and he felt it -
no one was even touching his cock and he was going to go off, he knew it,
and he did not even want to remember what kind of noises he was making
about it. Benny still had one foot on the floor and thank God, because
they both would have toppled off the bed if not for the anchor. Benny's
hips thrust madly, his cock slipping in and out of Ray, hot and hard and
relentless. 

 Through slitted, half-focused eyes, Ray saw Benny lift his head and gasp
between thrusts. "Yes, Ray...do this...for me...show me..." Ray felt a
hand on his cock and it was over before the first full stroke was done. He
threw his head back and wailed, his semen coating his chest like a brand,
as Benny nearly sobbed with exertion and sped up. Ray was not even aware
of the rhythm any more, just the feeling of Benny's solid mass slamming
against him until he heard the staccato repeat of "oh" that he already
knew. Benny came throwing himself down on Ray, letting Ray's legs go and
landing with his elbows by Ray's head, which only Benny could do in the
midst of an orgasm and not brain Ray in the process. Ray laughed, wrapping
his legs around Benny's still-twitching hips, as Benny sucked in air. Ray
felt Benny's cock throbbing, slick now with cum as it slid minutely with
Benny's instinctive, post-orgasmic micro-thrusts. 

 "Benny...Ben...you alright, now?" Ray gasped a little, and Benny nodded,
collapsing further until he slid out of Ray's body and was pressed down on
top of him. A second later, Ray's hands were free of the scarves, and he
wrapped his arms around his lover's back. Benny was not a girl, and
neither was Ray, but Ray understood everyone needs the same thing: to know
they belong to someone, that the person they love belongs to them. He
sighed, content and lazy. "Yours. I get it. I got it. Yours. Mine.
Capisce?"

 "...yes, Ray. Capisce." Benny licked his neck and bit him.

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End Markings by mikes_grrl 

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