Thanks for the Memories    Thanks for the Memories by Ana Lady

  

 Rated NC-17 FOR M/M SEX. If this offends you, GO AWAY NOW! These
characters are not mine, (WAIL, WHINE, CRY IN SARROW!), but to Alliance.
For the next short period, a certain Italian takes charge(be still my
thumping heart!) Thanx to Elaine Walker, T'mar, The Wolfwaker, Shannon
McKinnon and the MANY other authors in the Archive who have inspired me to
write this story. Be nice, this is my "first time"! All praise and undying
devotion of a green-eyed Italian detective can be sent to LadyAna5@aol.com
I guess this has a plot, but don't blame me if you can't find it.  Thanks
For The Memories by L.A.K.  

 He sat at the table in the Consulate, pouting. The light from the small
lamp illuminated his olive features, but not much else, in the small room.
A sudden pain clutched at him, causing tears to well, mixing with the
jealousy inside him. It was unexpected, this sadness. However, the cause
was apparent. He simply hated how beautiful Benny was, attracting every
woman in Chicago. Damn it, Benny was HIS lover. Looking at his own
reflection in the nearby mirror, he thought of how he also loved the way
that Canadian could slip so easily into his soul, and under his skin, in
more ways than one. It disturbed the detective, knowing his own control
probably wasn't that good at refusing the offers of others. The memory of
that female in Fraser's arms, however, dismissed any sympathy he might
have. No, he thought, Benny will have to apologize this time. 

 He didn't care if she was crucial to the case they were working on or
that he said he wasn't interested. What the Italian saw indicated more
than what Ben was letting on. The young woman fawned over the Mountie,
without hardly a protest from him. Ray had watched as she threw herself at
Ben - continuously touching him, acting all interested in his Inuit
stories, following him everywhere and, now, this. Ben had told Ray
repeatedly nothing happened, but all Ray could remember was the look of a
hungry tiger on the little slut's face as they kissed and touched, casting
him so much as "easy" prey. Given, he had no proof Ben had been completely
unfaithful. Ray sighed. He knew Benny truly wouldn't. The sad fact was,
Ray would've understood in he had, in fact, been with her. Yet, it would
hurt Ray just the same. They could survive a simple straying, he knew. But
what if Benny really did want to leave? The thought drove Vecchio mad with
anger and resigned himself. An apology was in order. He would accept
nothing less from his blue-eyed lover. 

 It was at that point Ben came in the room, after briefly knocking.
Folding his arms up behind himself, he seemed to be trying to get
comfortable, while leaning against the door. Later, Ray would learn he was
actually locking it. "Hey..." he called.
 Ray did little more than grumble.
 "Oh, come on, you're still not angry with me, are you?" "Shouldn't I be?"
quipped Ray, shooting him a quick glance. "You practically fucked her out
there in front of everyone. You could at least be more discrete in
betraying me." Ben came closer. "What do you want me to say? I thanked
her, but turned her down. I was simply being polite." "You call that
thanking her?!" Ray yelled. Ben hung his head in guilt. "She was very
insistent, Ray. I didn't want to insult her." Ray immediately felt bad
about putting him on the spot.
 Ben caressed down his arms, while standing behind the chair. "I'm sorry,
okay? I didn't mean to upset you. I apologize. Why don't I take the rest
day off? Turnbull not here and the Inspector is gone for the day. We could
go home..." The idea was a good one. It had been two weeks since they had
slept together. Then again, Ray had been neglecting him on purpose.
Refusing was his way of getting back at Ben for being such female-magnet
at times, something he knew he couldn't help, but... The only problem was
the fact doing without drove Ray crazy as well. "Do you forgive me?" Ben
cooed. 
 The detective closed his eyes at his lovers' silky voice beckoning him.
He felt his insides turn soft. "Of course..." "Good." Ben said, as he
began to caress his neck, then his face. Ray knew what Ben wanted. He
stood, turned to face his lover and kissed him deeply. He steered him to
the chair, sitting him down. It was Ray who was now doing the light
touches to Ben neck and shoulders. Ben was supposed to lay back his head
and give in. However, he did not comply. He kept his head down. There was
a pause. A low, soft laugh was audible from the green-eyed Italian
standing behind him. His words were laced with vehement audacity. His
hands slipped lower. "Are you actually trying to refuse me? You can't, you
know."
 He wrapped his arm around Ben's neck slowly, but forcefully, and spoke
into his ear. "You don't have the strength. You never will." The chokehold
increased. It was a promise of things to come and a reminder of events
passed. Tears, only a couple, fell from cerulean eyes. His hands shook and
his body trembled. He loved it when Ray was aggressive. It excited them
both greatly. Breaking the hold, Ray said, "Now, face me."
 Feeling weak, he managed to swing himself around and kneel on the chair,
now looking up at the dominant one. Ben felt his pulse quicken while
looking at his master. He wondered if it was obvious he had started
breathing deeply. Ray must have been pleased because he smiled. A fire
sparkled in his eyes. "You look like such an innocent, nave boy." he said,
touching Ben's cheek. "I'm glad I know better." He came closer, engaging
his kneeling partner in a deep, long kiss. 

 Little kisses rained over the Mountie's face, with Ray's lips leaving no
area untouched. He moved over to his ear, causing jolts down Ben's spine.
It took only a split second for Ben to realize the front of his tunic up
had been gathered up into balled fists. The next thing he knew, he was
being slammed hard against the wall next to them, with Ray continuing to
lick and kiss everywhere he could reach. Ben couldn't help but to let out
a little yelp of desire. Quickly, he caught himself and warned his
partner, however unlikely such an event would occur. "Ray! Quiet, or
they'll hear!" 
 Speaking in-between kisses Ray said "You...know...I...don't
care...about...that. Let...them...hear...and...maybe...
they'll...see...what's...right... in...front of...them." Looking into
Ben's eyes, he whispered, his tone evil, "I want you." Another long kiss
sent Ben reeling. Ray had pressed his groin up against his thigh, his
straining erection made evident. Ben felt his own cock throb at the
thought. "However," Ray stated seriously, "you have been recently denying
me. You must be punished for that." "I've been denying you?!" Ben asked,
incredulously. A hand suddenly wrapped itself around his throat, long
fingers gripping like a vice. "I don't like being defied, pretty boy.
Understand?" Ben managed a meager response, despite the fact the lack of
oxygen was arousing him terribly. "Understood."
 The vice closed tighter.
 "Understood...what?"
 "...master." It came out as strangled as he was. 

 Backing off, Ray reached for his hand cuffs. Ben knew what this meant.
Ray was going to torment him before allowing him to finish. Secretly, Ben
adored it. It drove him totally crazy, while extending the bliss. It was
at this time, Ray removed Ben's tunic, watching his heaving chest, as he
breathed deeply. "Give me your hands." said Ray. Again, Ben did not
respond. Instead, he mocked him. "And what will you do if I refuse?" 
 He smiled coyly as a final insult. The rage flashed in those green eyes
so fast, Ben hardly got a good look before he was grabbed and flipped
completely over. His face pressed against the wall, as his enraged lover
snarled, "How dare you defy me again?!" Taking the handcuffs, he locked
them behind his back. Flipping him back over, Ray growled, "I don't repeat
my orders, you know that." 

 Slowly, Ray began to unbutton his silk shirt. Pulling out the shirttails
from his expensive slacks, he revealed a patch of curly hair nestled
between two dark pink nipples. Ben simply sighed, his eyes floating back
in his head, at seeing Ray's lips drift over his chest. "I can feel your
heart." Ray said, looking up at him while tonguing a nipple. "It's
racing." "You do that to me." Ben breathed. Ben moaned in savage pleasure,
upon hearing an expensive shoe scrape the carpet. It meant his lover was
getting on his knees. Ben's heart pounded. He really didn't think they'd
get caught. Fact was, it was difficult for him to come while standing.
Yet, he knew Ray wouldn't care. It was part of his punishment. Ray would
reduce him to a begging, pleading fool by the time he was done. He felt
his uniform pants being undone. Ray freed the straining penis, the
foreskin glistening with pre-cum, those nimble fingers working him into
even more of a frenzy. He closed his eyes in anticipation. Adrenaline shot
through him as warm velvet enveloped his stiff member, the hot breath
overwhelming on such tender skin. "GOD!" he cried out, "Ray,
please...don't stop!!" Oh, yeah, just what I like... Ray thought. There
weren't many things in the world as beautiful as the tange of his lovers
clear juice coating his throat, his slave crying out for more. The bulge
in his slacks throbbed incessantly. Ben was shaking now, barely able to
stand, in light of his lovers talent. Nearly hyperventilating, he almost
missed what Ray had said. "I said, 'Look at me.'"
 He cast his eyes down to his master. He shuddered at such profound
intimacy. It honestly hurt to look at him. "Now, watch me." "Oh, god,
no...I can't...please...." he pleaded. "I want you to look in my
eyes....as I drive you insane. Do you hear me?" "Y-yes, I hear you." Ben
stammered as he obeyed. He wanted to drown in the brilliantly jade eyes of
this man he loved so much. He pulled against his restraints, longing to
run his hand over that peach-fuzz hair. Ray kept their gaze, even when he
dipped lower and paid attention to his passive partner's balls. Chills ran
rampant throughout Fraser as time passed ever so slowly. He thanked the
gods he had a strong heart! He did as he was told, and watched, as Ray
suckled, licked and teased the living Hell out of him. Cramps settled in
his legs and the handcuffs bit into his wrists. His head spinning, he felt
his knees buckle. "Up!" Ray snapped. "Now! I'm not done with you!" "Yes,
of course, master." he gulped, attempting to stand again. Strong arms
crawled up his legs and gripped his ass firmly. "I can't wait to get into
that..." he heard Ray mumble.
 A finger slid itself between perfect cheek's, past the hot, tight ring
and massaged the inner wall and gentle gland. Ben gasped loudly, "Oh,
please, Ray, fuck me! I can't take it anymore. Please take me, I beg
you..." A bright smile flashed across Ray's slickly-drenched lips. "Now
who's being the noisy one?" "Please...?" Ben pleaded, near tears again.
Ray, satisfied at this point, rose from the floor to kiss him. "I love
hearing you say that. Come on..." he said, tenderly reaching around him to
remove the handcuffs. "I love you." Ben said. Ray stopped, looked him in
the eyes and said, "I love you, too." His hands finally free, he seized
Ray, frantically touching him all over. He returned the favor of being
coated with kisses earlier, by doing the same to Ray now. His roaming
hands rediscovered his lithe body, which tasted and smelled so sweet. 

 They locked lips again, as they retreated to the desk. Ray tossed
everything in the way onto the floor and threw his Mountie down. They
simply gazed at one another. Ben made a motion to remove Ray's belt. "Oh,
no," Ray said. "It's still your turn." With that, Ray fell to his knees
once again and started to suck on Ben's swollen meat. Head back, eyes
closed, save for the occasional glance downward, Fraser held tightly onto
the back of his lover's head as he continued his "job". Thin wisps of
Ray's hair tickled Ben's skin the lower he got. He started to suck, fast
and hard, a sweet driving force that had Ben panting wildly. Finally, Ben
felt it rising. Hot, creamy cum exploded from his balls. "God, yes, Ray,
YES! Please, lick me! Please..."
 Ray swallowed dutifully, the sound of his gulping oddly audible and
exciting in the small room. Every muscle in Ben's body was taut. Slowly,
one by one, each part of his body came down off the sexual high which had
consumed him. Suddenly, a hand encircled his throat. Ray hissed, "Some
time today, if you don't mind!" 
 The taste of fresh ejaculate still lingering in his mouth and the sight
of his naked, passive partner laying there before him was pushing his lust
into overdrive. "Of course..." said Ben, as he leaned over in a panicked
effort to undo his boots. Ray groaned inwardly. Why don't we ever do those
first? he thought. Once the rest of his uniform was properly discarded, he
stood gloriously nude and turned his attentions back to Ray. Now he let
Ben undo his belt and remove his slacks. They reveled in the feel of their
bodies together, cool skin touching, while fiercely kissing. Ray, now
leaning against the desk, caressed the back of Ben's neck until his hand
drifted up to run his elegant fingers through those raven locks. "Benny?"
he whispered. "Yes, Ray?"
 A hand gripped his hair painfully, as Ray asked his question quite
casually. "Who the Hell do you think you are?"
 He literally dragged him by his hair to the floor, letting him slide down
his body. Ben panted, his heart pounded, his eyes closed. Such a heavenly
acquiesce...the Italian master mused. "Yours;...I am...yours."
 "Better."
 Ray took hold of the darkened shaft and traced the outline of Ben's lips
with the leaking head, leaving a sticky trail. The submissive one whined
in desire. He longed to taste it. But Ray's grip was still firm, so he
knew he couldn't, not yet. He plunged his entire dick into Ben's mouth,
which Ben took to immediately. "Shit!" snapped Ray, as he threw back his
head, feeling his slave's throat muscles give way to take him entirely,
the exquisite slickness enveloping him whole. Inadvertently, Ben smiled.
He cherished it when he made Ray feel that way. Rough hands brushed his
hair, as he worked over his tool. Damn, how he loved to get Ray off like
this! It entranced him to see his partner so taken with his ability. He
knew exactly the ecstasy coursing within him, as Ben's mouth explored all
it could. Delicately, he took in most of his ball sac and suckled it well.
He also teased the sensitive anus, as Ray had to him...only with his
fleshy tongue. "Oh, man, Benny, like that, yeah..." He felt the smile in
Ray's words. Saliva dripped from his mouth with the knowledge he had
stolen his master's power. At least for now. 

 Restrained sounds of their love filled the room, as time passed. After a
bit, another thriving hard-on came to Ben. Ray's groans, commands and
erotic taste, plus the praise of his work gave the slave such a rush. He
couldn't help it. It turned Ben on something fierce to hear sound of his
master's soft, purring voice so close while he was being pleasured.
Sometimes I believe like this more than he does...Ben joked. Suddenly, Ray
broke away, stating, "Okay, that's enough. I need to fuck you - now!" A
giddy sensation made Ben's arms shudder, an idea settling uneasily in his
stomach. Not believing, yet proceeding, he stood stock still, not moving.
Ray blinked, looking at his lover questioningly. "Problem, Benny?"
 "No." he replied, fear and excitement tingeing his words, "I was just
wondering...if you're capable." "W-what?!" Ray breathed quietly, totally
stunned.
 "That is...of handling me." Fraser stated. Emerald gems caught fire,
champagne specks dancing within. Ray hooked his foot behind his lover's
legs, and pushed on his chest simultaneously. The Canadian registered the
world being ripped out from underneath him, his head slamming hard into
the desktop and Ray descending on him like a panther to it's prey. Hands
closed around his neck and strangled him without mercy. It caused his
rock-hard cock to throb harder. "You will fucking pay for that!" 
 Ray dismounted him to fetch a condom from his slacks, and KY from the
other pocket. It gave Ben a tingle to know he'd come prepared - to take
what he already knew to be his. Fear motivated his movements. Ben arched
his back, and scooted down, anxiously waiting for Ray to hoist his legs
onto his shoulders, knowing he was going to get the roughest, longest
fucking he'd had in a while for rebelling once again. "Prepare me!" he
barked.
 Ben practically fell off the desk as he rolled over and was back on his
knees, licking up his partner's balls as Ray stroked himself. Holding the
package firmly, he had Ben open the condom with his teeth. Roughly pushing
Ben away, he took a few deep breaths to prevent shooting then and there.
The Mountie lay back on the desk and held his knees up to his chest. Ray
applied the condom and K-Y. Seeing, the K-Y was meant only for the master,
Ben grabbed tightly onto the corners of the desk above his head and
gritted his teeth. He knew what was coming and nothing could prepare him
for it. Searing, hot pain tears into him, eliciting a scream. It is
hypnotic, this pain and paradise combined. His owner settles into a steady
pace. Tears of joy leak from Ben's eyes at being so utterly possessed.
Deep, rhythmic thrusts share an animalistic grunting, fingers intertwine
and caressed one another, nipples are lightly pinched and suckled, as
hands searched each other's bodies. Desire quickly overwhelmed the slave.
Basking in the knowledge of just how virile his Italian master could be,
he knew how long this would take, and it nearly blinded him with raw need.
He grabbed Ray's ass and began to pull him in harder. There was a pause,
when Ray spoke. His voice was thick with lust. "I know you wanted her." 
 Ben actually had to stifle a giggle at his own immediate thoughts, which
were literally, "Her, who?" Ray took hold of one of Ben's hands and placed
it over Ben's aching stiffness, giving permission to stroke himself. Ben
started to shake. "But she'll never own you - as I do." Ray buried himself
up to the hilt in Ben's ass time and time again. Moaning and delighting in
just how long Ray was taking, as he attempted to meet Ray's brutal
thrusts. The steady rubbing of his prostate induced sheer bliss, combined
with his quickly approaching orgasm deep in his balls. It proved to be too
much, even for this Mountie. "Oh, FUCK!" Ben shouted.
 This just made Ray worse, as he began thrusting so hard, Ben could feel
himself being pushed across the table. Still, he reached down to cling on
to his lover's ass while he was getting pummeled. An uncontrolled hunger
caused Ray to instill yet another round of intense pounding, sending Ben
into space. It was bliss to feel his tight balls slap against his ass with
abandon. Then, much to Ben's dismay, he slowed down. With an evil grin,
Ray took the time to lick and suckle a few of Ben's toes. Head back, eyes
tightly shut and trembling all over, Ben heard his master speak.
"Handle...you!?!" he roared at Ben. "Who owns you!!?" Not knowing if he
should answer, Ben remained silent. Ray nipped at a toe with his teeth,
causing Ben to flinch. Ray barked the question again, but did not let him
answer, instead snarling, "I fucking own you. Remember that!" "YES,
master...I belong to you." Ben cried out, the intoxicating wave of
submission filling him. So moved, he started to lightly cry. Ray savagely
pulled out and removed the condom. He crawled, feline-like up to Ben to
straddle him on top the desk and began jacking his own cock in earnest,
right in his slave's face. This was an unbelievable sight. Having only
lightly manipulated his dick while being soundly fucked, Ben now also
stroked his own hardness wildly. Ray sucked in breath, his cock jerking
before spraying it's
 contents.
 "I...mark you....as mine!" he seethed, teeth gritted. Fresh hot cum
splashed onto Ben's face, the hot stickiness running down in pearl-like
drops. Completely stunned, Ben sharply sucked in air, then panted quickly.
It was an ultimate in degradation, this most treasured of violations,
which made Ben nearly faint. His body literally went numb at this odd
"honor". Then, Ray topped his former act by reaching down...and licking
his own juice off his beloved's face. It only took a few seconds of Ray's
soft tongue gliding along his cheek for Ben to cum fast and hard.
Lightheaded and highly drunk off the magical performance his lover had
bestowed him, Ben was drained. It took at least five minutes before he
could even think of moving. Ray stayed there, on top of Ben, trying to
regain some semblance of realty, his breathing ragged. He finally felt Ben
shift beneath him. Reluctantly, he stood, his legs unsure. They slowly
retrieved their clothing, not speaking the entire time. Now dressed, Ray
took his lovers face between his hands and smiled possessively. "Who do
you belong to?" he asked. Ben wiped his own face lightly, in a mock
attempt of collecting any remnants of his master's seed, then licked his
hand clean. He saw Ray's eyes bulge as he did so.
 "I think you made that answer pretty clear today. Master." They kissed
deeply and departed together, another woman simply a fond memory. 

 THE END.