New Year's Eve     Disclaimer: Alliance's toys, not mine.
 
 Notes: This story was written in response to Corrinne's request for
holiday stories on the Serge Mailing list. It's my first slash story,
first due South story, and first RayK/Fraser story, so be gentle on me.
Comments will be worshipped. My e-mail address is bluecast@yahoo.com
 
 
 New Year's Eve
 by Tara Blue
 
 "So, Ben," Ray Kowalski sidled up to his lover from behind as he stood in
the window of Ray's apartment, looking out over the city. Wrapping his
arms around the other man's waist, Ray propped his chin on Benton's
shoulder and began to nuzzle at the ear so temptingly close to his mouth.
"It's New Year's Eve. If you believe the wackos out there, the world's
gonna end tomorrow. I've got a coupla ideas on what we can do tonight . .
."
 
 Turning his head to look at Ray out of the corner of his eye, Ben arched
an eyebrow. "Really, Ray. I would never have guessed that you would put
any stock into theories of the world's end occurring with the new
millennium. Besides, if apocalypse were truly waiting on the other side of
the millennium, then we would still have a full year left. The next
millennium doesn't start until the year 2001."
 
 He paused to suck in a quiet breath as Ray moved to nibble a line down
his neck, then continued. 
 
 "Beyond that, history aptly demonstrates that such theories are
unfounded. The dawning of the first millennium CE, that's "common era",
otherwise known as AD, was also surrounded by apocalyptic hype, very
similar to the hype surrounding this one, and in the end there was clearly
no basis. We are all still here, are we not? Further . . ." 
 
 Ray began sucking on the sensitive nape of his neck, and Fraser had to
take a moment to organise his suddenly scattered thoughts. Clearing his
throat, he continued on.
 
 "Further more, the millennium has no actual significance to cultures that
are not dominantly Christian, as the division between BCE - that's "before
common era", formerly known as simply BC - is based on Christ's life. To
non-Christian societies this bench mark is immaterial, and so are the
number of years that have passed since it occurred."
 
 Ray moved around to the front of Ben, and began licking and kissing his
way over the still talking man's collarbone, exposed by a wide-necked,
casual pullover. Fraser blinked, and renewed the struggle to hold onto his
thoughts.
 
 "Now, the Mayans had a very interesting approach to the end of the world.
The Mayans are renown for their complex mathematical systems and
incredible astrological predictions. You see, without the aid of
computers, they recorded . . . mmh . . . astrological events that had
taken place billions of years before their time, and predicted happenings
in the cosmos for thousands of years beyond the eventual collapse of their
civilisation - well, it wasn't really a collapse so much as a . . . mmph .
. . ahhhh . . ."
 
 Ray had pushed the hem of Fraser's shirt up and over, leaving the man
shirtless, then dove right for the nipples, which he was moving back and
forth between, alternately sucking and kissing. All thought left Ben's
head for a moment as he savoured the sensation.
 
 "Ahh . . . Where was I? Oh, yes. The . . . um . . . Mayan's predictions
were incredibly accurate . . . ohhh . . . even to the point that they are
off by only seconds or minutes today. Well, anyway, the Mayans had a very
specific day on their calendar on which they believed the world began, and
an equally precise date upon which they believed the world was going to
end . . . oohhh . . ."
 
 Ray kissed his way down the center of Ben's chest, dropping to his knees
as bending over had become uncomfortable, and was now pressing flirting
kisses along the skin above the waistband of the crisp jeans that were
just barely clinging to Ben's hipbones.
 
 " . . . and . . . mmm . . . they had a very specific date upon which the
. . . uhhh . . . oh . . . the, uh . . . World! Yes, a very specific date
upon which the world was going to . . . ummm . . . end. According to the .
. . ohhh, yes . . . according to the Mayan calendar, the world was . . .
mmmm . . ."
 
 Ray smiled against the quivering flesh of Ben's belly as the voice
emerging from somewhere above the kneeling man's head trailed off into a
rumbling moan of appreciation. He loved driving the articulate Mountie
beyond words. He knew he was the only one that had that effect on Fraser.
 
 " . . . Mayan calendar placed the end of the world . . . . . . end of the
world at 4 aho . . . 3 kinkin . . . making the date, by our . . . oohhhhh
. . . by our calendar . . . to be . . . . be . . . mmmmm . . ."
 
 Still smiling the cat-in-the-creampot smile, Ray looked up and met the
dazed blue eyes looking down at him. "Ben?"
 
 "Y-yes?" His voice faltered as Ray began to slowly undo the button fly of
his jeans.
 
 "Shuddup."
 
 "Understood . . . oohhhhhhhh . . ."
 
 The End.
 
 For anyone who's interested, the Mayans did have a set date on their
calendar for both the creation and destruction of the world. What Fraser
was trying to get out at the end there was that 4 aho, 3 kinkin (not sure
of the spelling on those, got this tidbit out of a history lecture) on our
calendar is December 23, 2012.