Strange Fits of Passion    Strange Fits of Passion by Adalisa

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 Author's notes: English version of Extraños Momentos de Pasion.

  

 O.k...
 I'm more confident in this fanfic writting stuff. And this is the result
of a friend with a weird imagination, and a very interesting English Lit.
Class. Although it doesn't has much of a plot. 

 A thousand thanks to Gaby Maya, who gave me this idea with the question:
"Benny is a Mountie, rigth? So what if..." 

 Rated: R (Which is C around here) because of an explicit, graphic M/M
relationship. 

 Strange fits of Passion
 By: Adalisa Zrate 

 It had been his fault, his and no one else, thought Fraser grimly as he
rode in the night as fast as his horse could. It had been him who had
insisted that Ray investigated Carver escape so he wouldn't be afraid of
his threats, it had been him who had found the clues to Carver's hideout,
an hour away from Chicago... and it had been him the one who, delayed by
Inspector Thatcher and Consulate matters, hadn't been on time to stop
Carver from kidnapping his lover, twenty four hours ago. 

 Carver game was as sick as it had been the first time, only that now he
hadn't bother with Ray's family and beloved ones. This time, Carver had
Ray, and if Fraser didn't hurry, he would probably never see his dear
partner alive. 

 Briefly, he remembered Carver's cruel smile moments before, in the
Precint, after had been captured by Huey... A smile so cruel and
manipulative as the one that had made Ray loose his temper, when Fraser
had been the one in danger.   * *  

 -Tell us where is Det. Vecchio, Carver... or you won't be able to go out
in a technisism this time... - Jack Huey had insisted on doing the 

 interrogatory, while Welsh and Fraser watched behind the darkened
crystal. But Carver wasn't paying attention. His eyes were fixed in the
mirror, aware that he was being observed, willing to make public all the
secrets of his hated enemy. 

 -I won't be going out anyway, detective Huey.- he said, with his usual
educated tone.- I gave you all the clues you need, if you know how to see
them. But if I were you, I would hurry. Or the Mountie won't be able to
save his 'friend'. 

 As expected, the dump was empty, and there wasn't a single sign that Ray
or Carver where there. It had been the same before, when he was the one
inside of the car, waiting to be crushed and Ray had come to the rescue...
But Ray had been able to find him, even when he wasn't an expert tracer,
so Fraser couldn't fail this time. 

 Leaving the horse behind, Fraser surveyed the place, looking the soon to
be crushed cars, searching for any indication of his lover's whereabouts.
He didn't want to think on the possibility of being too late, of Ray dying
horribly, either by lack of air, or crushed inside his loved Rivera. 

 A flash of green caught his eye, and Ben let a sigh of relief out at
finding the Riv, unscathed, parked in the middle of the wreck. It was
empty, but at least he knew he was on the right track. And, given Carver's
sadistic methods, it was almost certain that Ray was still alive
somewhere. A careful inspection of the car, watching for any traps that
Carver might have put inside, left him empty handed, even when he
discovered that the engine was gone... Ray would be really mad when he
found out, if he was still alive. He closed his eyes, and tried to listen
to all the sounds around him. Now, Fraser realized that he should have
waited for Huey, or even brought Dief with him, instead of coming out
alone... But now it wasn't the time to recriminate himself. He had to find
Ray. 

 Suddenly, his whole body tensed as he thought he heard a weak moan. It
was so low, that Fraser believed it to be just his imagination, but after
a few seconds, he heard it again. In mere moments, he was opening the
trunk of an old cadillac, to pull out his lover's trembling body, drawing
a curse into himself. 

 Ray was half naked, only a tattered silk shirt covering his body. He was
bruised and dirty, but at first sight there wasn't any open wounds, which
was a big relief for the mountie, even when he had no ways of knowing if
there was any internal damage. Ray had his eyes closed, and an hypodermic
lying on the floor of the trunk lead Fraser to believe that his partner
had been drugged. 

 Carefully, Fraser carried Ray's body to the horse, and straddled the
cop's body in front of him, trying to help his lover to stay on the horse.
As the soft horsehair came in contact with his ass, Ray opened his eyes,
disoriented, but glad to see Ben's loving face so near, so he pulled
closer and kissed the mountie with passion. 

 Ben backed up, startled by Ray's reaction, cutting the kiss before it
could get more serious. The Italian hazel eyes were almost black with
arousal, and Fraser had to use all his will power to stop himself from
kissing his lover senseless. 

 -Ray, you've been drugged, beaten and maybe worse... I have to take you
to a hospital right now. 

 -I don't want to go to a hospital, Benny... -Ray's voice sounded weak,
shaken, but the desire that emanated from each word was unmistakable. - I
... I want you... I want you to be with me... in me... Do you understand,
Benny? 

 As he spoke, Ray was trying to capture Fraser's mouth again, and Fraser,
getting more and more worried for his own self control, pulled out the
reins, hastening their return to Chicago. He was hoped that the fresh air
cleared his lover's mind a little... But after a few seconds he realized
he had made a mistake... 

 To prevent Ray from falling from his horse, it was necessary that Fraser
used his body, pushing him against the horse's neck. That might seem very
sensible, but the fast movement of the horse made their bodies move in
rhythm, causing a very particular reaction in both of hem. And as Ray
moved, so his groin was placed right below Fraser's, the horse's soft hair
caressed his ass, arousing him to the point of no return, making him moan.


 The sound, full of pleasure, hit Fraser like a lighting bolt. Even with
the red serge, he could feel his lover's quickening breath hitting his
neck, and how his own body responded to the delicious pressure that it
meant. 

 Taking full advantage of Benny's distraction, Ray reached his goal,
locking the Mountie in a kiss. As Fraser's mouth opened, he explored each
inch, with hunger and need, trying to reach his friend throat. And Fraser
couldn't resist anymore. With no more than a groan, he answered the kiss
with a passion and arousal that matched Ray's. Their tongues intertwined
with frenetic urgency, in an endless second. 

 When the kiss ended, Fraser stopped the horse... He was breathing with
difficulty, knowing that they couldn't reach Chicago in that state. Ray
tried to complain, but the Mountie managed to change their position, so
now the cop was facing the horse. Then, efficiently, he opened his pants,
freeing his erection. 

 -Oohh...-Ray giggled when he felt the hard contact with his behind.- I
didn't knew you liked this games, Benny... - And to show his lover how
much he did liked those games, Ray moved, sliding his own growing member
over the silky horse hair. 

 -I'm more inventive thanks to you, Ray... -Benny managed to place himself
so his face would be right over his beloved Italian's neck, as he
controlled his breathing and his hands. In any other circumstance,
Fraser's conscious mind would be screaming at him over the imprudence of
such actions, but that voice had been silent for a long time. Without
hesitation, Benny guided himself with a shaking hand to fill the gap
between him and Ray, to be inside his lover's body. 

 -Oh, Benny!!- Ray began to moan, since at the same time he felt the
loving penetration, Fraser took the reins again and began to ride back to
Chicago. It was an incredible sensation, each thrust, each movement of his
Canadian lover was countered by the silky hair of the horse caressing his
balls, as they rode together to the limit of pleasure. With his hands tied
up, Ray could only touch Benny's chest, as he tried to get them higher or
lower, to prolong the moment, but it was impossible. And Fraser
understood, as he leaned over, reaching one of Ray's ears to nibble it
with passion. 

 Ben couldn't believe what he was doing, as a small part of his brain
listed the numerous regulations, both legal and moral, that he was
breaking while he was loving his partner in such a... public way. But
those protests were easily silenced by another voice, the one that
reminded him that as long as Ray was safe, they were together... that
nobody could part them. And that feeling, fueled by the incredible
strength that keep them joined with the fast race of the horse, by the
movement of their bodies, was the only thing that mattered. 

 And anyway, if someone had seen the lovers he wouldn't had suspected
anything. They were only two men riding in a black horse... that had a
thin white line in it's hair. A white line that looked like a rain made of
stars, in the middle of the darkest night. 

 End 

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