These characters are not mine and they belong to Alliance, but I borrow
them occasionally . . . okay I borrow them a lot but I do return them!
 M/M- GRAPHIC CONTENT  

Rating NC-17  

 RK/BF 

maria jackson droopy_jack@excite.com 

Special Thanks to a wonderful Beta Reader/ Sylvie 

Hope y'all like it!  

My stories can be posted anywhere that anyone can see fit to post them,
course, it would be nice if you dropped me a post and let me know about it
so I can pass the info on. TYK	

DEARLY BELOVED
 
 Ray sat in front of his television staring at an X-Files episode but not
really watching it. He had already seen this one before, about some bees
that had gotten into Scully's mouth. Picking the
 newspaper up off the coffee table, he read again about the weddings that
were scheduled for this
 weekend. Ray looked to the clock hanging on the wall above his TV and
angrily snapped at
 an absent Fraser. "Damn you! It's already midnight Frase! Where the hell
are you? Why
 haven't you called? . . . .Maybe he's home already . . . Maybe I oughta
call him? Nah. Nah. I don't
 wanna seem desperate or lonely or somethin'." He fumbled with the remote
and changed the TV to
 the Discovery channel. There was a documentary about the mating rituals
of mice.
 **************************************************
 Fraser was laughing at the stories Ray was telling him as they sat in the
living room after dinner. He had been invited for dinner at the Vecchio's
earlier today; this was Vecchio's fourth day back and he wanted to
reminisce with Benny and his family. Since his arrival, Ray had occupied
all of Fraser's
 time attempting to make up for a lost year, maybe. Ray reached over and
hugged Fraser, wanting to let him know how happy he was to be back at home
with his friend.
 
 Fraser glanced at his watch every so often and felt a pinch of despair,
knowing he told his other Ray that he would call once he returned to his
apartment. But it was getting late, nearing midnight already. He smiled at
Frannie, thinking, //Oh Dear, Ray will think I've abandoned him,and in a
way . . . I guess I have!// Since Vecchio's arrival at the hotel four days
ago everything had turned upside
 down for him. Fraser knew his blond Ray was furious, thinking he was
being replaced by Ray Vecchio, and Fraser was torn between the two of
them.
 *****************************************************
 Ray ran a hand through his spiked blond hair and thought about the
conversation he had heard
 at the precinct earlier today.
 
 Huey had been talking to Dewey while Ray was standing around the corner,
out of their view. "Well I guess Vecchio's back in his lover's arms again.
Did you see how they were hugging each other in the men's room? I knew
something had to be going on. I just knew it. Fraser spending all those
days and nights alone with Vecchio? Then they take their first vacation
and head up north all by themselves. Being alone with your so-called
partner in the woods for weeks, well you know something's gotta be going
on."
 
 Ray had gotten angry after that overheard conversation; after all, he
trusted Fraser. Fraser would have told him about it if it were true.
//Aren't we best friends? Hasn't Fraser told me over and over
 again that we are the best of friends? Didn't we spend every waking
minute with each other, 24
 hours a day, seven days a week, day in and all that?! Why didn't he ever
tell me that he was
 gay, and to make matters worse that Vecchio was his lover!? . . . . . No
wonder Fraser constantly talked about his precious Vecchio . . . What the
hell does he see in that egotistical, Italian Style pig anyway? God I hate
Vecchio!// Ray grabbed another beer and drank half, then tossed the can;
it landed in the corner, where he had a small pile already. The phone
shrilled loudly in the dark apartment and he ran to answer it "Fraser!?"
 
 His mom replied. "No Stanley it's your mother."
 
 "Oh hi mom. . . . What's up?" 

*************************************************
 Fraser declined an invitation to spend the night, so Vecchio dropped him
off at his new apartment. "Night Benny, see you at work tomorrow, buddy!"
 
 Fraser smiled politely and nodded "Night Ray. Thank you kindly again for
dinner."
 
 Ray smiled "Anytime Benny. God, it's so good to see you again Benny. Good
night!" They
 waved at each other, and Fraser headed into his apartment. First he fed
Dief, then he headed to
 the bedroom to use the phone. This was the phone the blond Ray insisted
he install after he helped him find an apartment. He glanced at the clock
and realized it was late, but felt he needed to call anyway. He mumbled as
he dialed. "Oh dear, I hope I'm not bothering him."
 
 Ray reached over to the floor and picked up the receiver. "Hello, Mom."
 
 "Ray? . . . . It's Fraser. Did I wake you?"
 
 Ray suddenly became angry at the sound of his voice and answered rather
rudely, "Fraser
 who?"
 
 Fraser heard the anger in Ray's voice and tried to sound cheerful. "Ray,
it's me, Benton. I took the chance that you would be up waiting for my
call."
 
 "I know who you are Benton, and I was not waiting for your call. I was
watching a very interesting
 and informative uh . . . movie on. . . .uh the sex lives of mice. You
think I was just gonna sit here
 all day and wait for you ta call me?. . . .What. . . did you suddenly
remember your new ex-partner?
 Is that it. . . huh Frase?"
 
 Fraser heard the anger and sadness in Ray's voice and tried to maintain
the cheer in his own.
 "No Ray, I had not forgotten about you and yes, that is an interesting
documentary on mice. I
 want to apologize for not informing you that I was spending the evening
with the Vecchio family. They invited me to dinner earlier and I couldn't
very well refuse, Ray."
 
 "Ah, Frase. . . . . we're gonna have to do something new here. If he's
gonna be Ray and I'm
 gonna be Ray, how are we gonna handle this?"
 
 "Oh Dear! I hadn't really thought about it, Ray. How about if I call you
Raymond?"
 
 "How about if you don't! How about if you call him Raymond?"
 
 "Oh Dear. I guess we can work something out later, Ray."
 
 "Sounds good ta me. So. . . How was dinner? Did Vecchio miss you a lot?
Are you two like, er, back together?"
 
 Fraser smiled "Yes, he did. It's wonderful to have him back, and he's
very excited about it. He's thinking about. . . . ."
 
 Ray cut in jealously. "Listen, Benton. . . . . It's late you know, I'll
catch you tomorrow okay? What
 time should I pick you up?"
 
 Fraser cleared his throat. "Ah. . . . Thank you kindly, Ray, but I
already have a ride with. . . . "
 
 Ray was upset "I know. . . . I know who! Night, Frase." And he slammed
the phone down angrily.
 
 Fraser was startled by Ray's abruptness and stared at the receiver in his
hand. Then he whispered. "Oh Dear"
 ***************************************************
 
 As Lieutenant Welsh handed the Detectives their assignments, he noted
they were upset, just as he expected they'd be.
 
 Vecchio grunted. "The Brother?! Why do I have to be the brother,
Lieutenant? Give it to
 Stanley!"
 
 Kowalski added sourly. "Sure, if ya wanna be the groom I'm all for it! I
sure as hell don't wanna be the groom!"
 
 Lieutenant Welsh calmly replied. "I gave all of you a job to do, so
enough with the talk and get to work. Get your tuxes ready and make sure
you get to the church on time. We need to catch this bride killer
immediately and put him away. How about you Constable Fraser? You have a
gripe, too?"
 
 Fraser dressed in his standard uniform sifted his Stetson under his arm.
He shook his head. "No
 Leftenant. I will be honored to be the best man, Sir."
 
 Welsh looked toward the other two. "See, how come you two can't be like
him! He is honored!"
 
 They both glared at Fraser, and he bowed his head down avoiding their
angry stare.
 
 As they walked out of Welsh's office they were still griping with each
other. "Why do I have to
 be the stinking Brother?! Why can't you be the brother Stanley?! Why
couldn't I be something
 like. . . . .like a very rich uncle!" Vecchio remarked.
 
 Fraser nodded. "Well that sounds like an excellent idea to me, Ray. You
would make an excellent uncle, unless you would prefer to be the best
man?"
 
 They were heading outside and it was the Kowalski's turn to complain.
"What are you griping
 about Vecchio! I hafta be the groom! Now why the hell would he make me
the groom? Why
 don't you be the groom Vecchio!"
 
 Vecchio glared at him with a disgusted look and Fraser added "You should
be hono...."
 
 But Ray cut him off before he could finish. "Fras-s-s-se!"
 
 Fraser nodded and responded. "Understood."
 
 Vecchio glanced at Fraser then remarked. "What's wrong Stanley? Don't
think you're man enough to do the job?"
 
 Ray turned around furiously and stepped toward him until he was only
inches from Vecchio's face. "You wanna piece of me, Vecchio, cause I got
plenty to give to you!?"
 
 Fraser stuck his arm between them and pushed them both aside "Gentlemen,
please."
 
 Vecchio angrily huffed at Ray. "Benny's right, Stanley! Let's take it
outside!"   

"Your on! Let's go for it! Let' s go Vecchio!" Both stormed down the
stairs heading straight
 for the exit.
 
 Fraser grabbed Kowalski's shirt and remarked. "No, No Ray! You too Ray,
This will not solve
 anything! We need to be levelheaded and respect one another's space
here."
 
 They both stopped and glared at each other, standing inches apart,
separated by Fraser's arm.
 
 The precinct was taking a pool over Vecchio and Kowalski sparring.
 
 Once outside Vecchio commented. "Come on Benny, I'll take you to go pick
up your tux."
 
 Kowalski watched them, furious with Vecchio. Then he saw Vecchio place a
hand on Fraser's shoulder and that infuriated him even more..
 
 Fraser looked at Vecchio then to Kowalski and mumbled under his
breath,"Oh dear." He
 smiled politely to the two of them, then added. "If you don't mind, I
would really like to walk. The air is so cool and crisp, and you know
fresh air is good for the mind!"
 
 Vecchio stepped up to him and grabbed his forearm. "Benny, Come on! You
know I'm taking
 you out to lunch at that Chinese place you like. You promised me
yesterday."
 
 Both turned when they heard Kowalski rumble angrily. "She-e-e-e-esh! Damn
it!" He turned
 away and stomped to his GTO, then angrily buckled in.
 
 Fraser stepped forward to talk to him, but stopped when Ray gunned the
engine and angrily drove off.
 
 Vecchio smiled. "There, it's all settled. Let's go. Come on, Benny, I'll
give you a lift home!"
 *****************************************************************
 Ray grabbed another beer and flopped onto the couch looking for the
remote. The phone rang,
 and kept ringing until he finally answered it."Yes Mom!"he snapped at the
caller.
 
 "Ray, it's Benton."
  

"Oh it's you. Did Vecchio get you home safely, Benton? Aren't you supposed
to be getting ready
 for your date?"
 
 "Ray. . . . I walked home . . . .and a date? Really, Ray, I hardly
classify lunch as a date. The nature of my call is to confirm my
participation in the *Bride Killer* case. Do you still want me on this
case or should I. . . . . "
 
 Ray cut in. "Don't you dare back out on me Fras[z]e. Ya know I need . . .
. .we need you on this case! You just make sure you got your tux ready."
 
 Fraser felt a touch of sadness for Ray. He sounded so sad and alone and
Fraser somehow felt responsible for it.
 ******************************************************
 Vecchio parked the car and angrily stepped, out muttering to himself
about having to be the brother."The stupid brother!" He made a beeline for
the church and mumbled louder now."The brother? The freaking brother for
heaven's sakes! Why the hell do I have to be the idiot brother! This can't
be happening to me, I have wonderful designer clothes to wear for the rich
uncle role and I am the brother?" He fixed the lapels on his tuxedo and
checked his gun as he ran up the church steps two at a time. He was
supposed to have been here 20 minutes ago but the traffic had delayed him.
 
 He walked up to Kowalski who stood by the entrance in a black tux with
"Penguin tails",fussing with his boutonniere. His blond spiked hair looked
as it always did, blond and spiked, just a little stiffer.
 
 Vecchio walked over to him and asked "Where's Fraser? The best man is
late. And how about our bride killer, Stanley ? Any signs of him?"
 
 Kowalski shook his head and checked his gun. "Don't call me Stanley! I
thought Fraser was with
 you Vecchio. The church is packed and ready to go."
 
 Vecchio grunted. "Well, let's get in there Stanley"
 
 Kowalski grabbed Vecchio's coat by the lapels "Don't fuck with me
Vecchio! My name is Ray! I'll take you here if I have to!"
 
 Vecchio grabbed hold of his wrist "Bite me, Stanley!"
 
 The priest hurried over as soon as he saw them. 'Boys! Boys! We'll have
none of that! We are ready to begin the ceremony!"
 
 They released each other and adjusted their rumpled suits. They glared at
each other and stepped
 into the church.
 
 Dewey and Huey were already sitting up front in the first pew. The place
was packed, what with three weddings taking place at the same time.
 
 Vecchio went up front to take his place and looked for Fraser.
 
 A woman walked over to Kowalski and handed him a folded sheet of paper.
"Excuse me, Sir, I
 was told to give this message to the blond-haired groom."
 
 Kowalski stared at her for a second then opened the note. He read it and
went out through the side door. He knocked, opened a door and walked in.
"Oh man! Excuse me Miss! I'm in the wrong room! I was told. . . . . "
 
 Fraser, standing on a footstool with a seamstress working the train of
the dress turned to face Ray. "Ray! It's me!"
 
 Kowalski's mouth dropped open in shock to find that the beautiful woman
in the wedding dress was Fraser!
 
 "Jesus Christ!" Ray gasped.
 
 The seamstress frowned at him.
 
 Ray stared at Fraser then he stared at the dress. It was a traditional
long white wedding gown with lace that covered his neck and arms. It was a
fancy piece and
 looked expensive with hundreds of beads and lace everywhere. The upper
part was fitted to his body
 showcasing his firm waist and then widened below that like most wedding
dresses did. Fraser also wore a sheer veil on his head that flowed down
past his feet and onto the floor. Ray still had
 that wide-eyed, open-mouthed look as he stared at the face behind that
 veil. Fraser had on a medium length blond wig and was made up to look
like one of those models
 you see in Cosmopolitan magazine. Bronzed blushed cheeks, candy red
lipstick and
 long, beautiful black eyelashes. Fraser looked so gorgeous Ray nearly
fainted; he swooned, grabbing
 hold of the mirror to steady himself.
 
 "Ray? Ray, are you ok?"Fraser asked in concern as he ogled him.
 
 "Fa-Fa-FRASER! Wha. . . . What the hell do you think your doing! Your
supposed to be the best
 man! I. . . . .I'm gonna pass out!. . . . What are ya doing!" Kowalski
was gasping now, unable to catch his breath.
 
 Fraser stepped down from the foot stool and smiled. "Calm down, Ray. Just
take a deep breath
 now, there. . . . .in-n-n-n-n, ou-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-ut. There you go, now
take another one, in-n-n-n-n-n-n-n..........ou-u-u-u-u-u-u-ut. . . .
.there. . . . just like that. You seem to be hyperventilating, Ray. Very
good Ray, now let me explain our little. . . um, dilemma. Our decoy was
rushed to the hospital with an appendicitis attack several hours before
you arrived so. . . . so I thought. . . . .I thought, since the killer is
after the brides exclusively, then I should be the bride."
 
 Ray was so stunned he had to sit down to catch his breath. "OH my God
Benton! Oh my God! OH MY GOD!"
 
 "Ray? Ray, you need to keep breathing. Ray. Ray. Ray. RAY!" Fraser shook
his shoulders.
 
 Someone came in to notify them to take to their places.
 
 Ray jumped and yelped. "You're not going dressed like that!"
 
 Fraser stared into his baby blues and nodded. "Of course I am. Come on
Ray, we're getting
 married." Fraser was gone before Ray could stop him.
 ***********************************************************
 Ray went up front to take his place with the two other grooms. He was
nervous as hell and kept wiping his upper lip.
 
 Vecchio leaned over and whispered "What is wrong with you? Your not
really getting married, you know. Where's Fraser?!"
 
 The altar boy glanced in their direction and shushed him.
 
 The music started and all three brides walked in one at a time, single
file. Vecchio kept looking for Fraser.
 
 Kowalski shut his eyes tightly when he felt Fraser step up beside him.
 
 Fraser reached over and took Ray's hand in his.
 
 Kowalski forced himself to look up at him. Fraser looked ravishing, just
like a blushing bride. The glossy red lipstick accentuated his lips making
them look fuller then ever before. His fair skin was touched with some
sort of powder making it look smooth and glowing. His gray- blue eyes
surrounded by long, black curly eyelashes seemed darker and seductive. Ray
then stared at the shoulder length blond hair flowing down his bronzed
cheeks, making his features look softer. He
 was spell-bound by Fraser's beauty then he glanced up at the crown that
sat on his head covered with small white flowers and ivory pearls. The
sheer veil seemed to flow from the crown on his head way down past the
dress.
 
 Ray swayed a little to the side as he felt the room spin.
 
 Vecchio and Fraser reached over to catch him, and Vecchio whispered.
"What the hell is wrong
 with you! Does marriage really scare you that much?!"
 
 Kowalski leaned closer to Vecchio's ear. "Will you look at the bride, you
moron! Look at her!. . .
 . .Him!"
 
 Vecchio leaned forward and looked at the bride. His eyes and mouth flew
open when he
 recognized Fraser and he muttered loudly. "Shit!"
 
 Fraser smiled sweetly at Vecchio and Kowalski.
 
 The priest and altar boy, having heard the obscenity, gave Vecchio an
angry stare.
 
 Vecchio blushed and mumbled. "I'm sorry father!"
 
 The priest faced his congregation, opened his bible and began the
ceremony. "Dearly Beloved,
 we are gathered here, in the presence of God, to join these people in
Holy matrimony. ."
 
 Huey and Dewey glanced around every so often, looking for Fraser and for
their killer.
 
 Huey whispered. "Hey Dewey, where's Fraser? He was supposed to be the
best man."
 
 Dewey smirked. "Bet you he got cold feet with Vecchio up there. Maybe
he's in a snit because he hasn't proposed to him yet."
 
 They both snickered.
 
 Kowalski felt his hands trembling and then he mumbled. " This just can
not be happening to me.
 . . . . How did I end up here, marrying Fraser, before a whole
congregation?. . . . Oh my God, and
 the worst part of it all is that Vecchio is my best man!. . . What did I
do to make you mad at me
 God?"
 
 The priest glanced at him and gave him a stern look.
 
 "Oh! So very sorry Father!" Kowalski muttered, totally embarrassed.
 
 Fraser turned toward him, leaned over and whispered. "Really, Ray. I
think I'd make a wonderful wife."
 
 Kowalski stared at him, totally shocked by the statement and countered
"Are you crazy!"
 
 The altar boy signaled for them to be quiet.
 
 The priest asked Kowalski for the ring and again he panicked. He turned
to Vecchio for help.
 
 Vecchio glared at Kowalski, knowing he didn't have a ring as that was
supposed to be Fraser's job. He quickly pretended to look for one in his
suit pockets.
 
 Fraser tapped Kowalski on the shoulder and he turned to face him again.
He looked down at Fraser's hands and saw the ring there.
 
 "Here you go, darling. You must've forgotten it in the dressing room."
 
 Kowalski stared at the ring as if it had just grown an ear or something,
swallowed hard and with trembling fingers he took it from Fraser.
 
 The priest smiled upon seeing that they had resolved their problem and
proceeded. "All right
 now, repeat after me, with this ring, I thee wed."
 
 Kowalski mumbled "W-with.......this ring. . . . I uh. . . . I-I. . . I
wed uh. . . .I wed thee."
 
 Fraser smiled sweetly at Kowalski who was sweating and trembling
violently as he placed the ring on his finger.
 
 After the priest had recited the rest of the ceremony, he looked at them
and smiled. "Ok husbands, you may kiss your brides."
 
 Fraser turned to face Kowalski and smiled at his priceless expression. He
had the look of a person about to get hit by a car.
 
 Kowalski stared at Fraser trying to figure out how to get out of this.
Then a deliciously wicked idea slammed into him like a run-away train, a
really wonderful idea on how to get even with Vecchio. He would make
Vecchio pay for coming back and taking everything that belonged to him.
Kowalski stepped in closer to Fraser, and it was his turn to smile
mischievously.
 
 Fraser was puzzled by the sudden change in Ray's facial expression and
took one step backward.
 
 Vecchio suddenly realized what Kowalski was attempting to do and moved in
closer. "Hey, you
 touch him and I'll kill you!" He whispered in Kowalski's ear.
 
 Kowalski took one more step forward, then snaked his arm around Fraser's
waist pulling him in closer. With a deep breath and one fast swoop he
dived in for the kiss, pressing his mouth hard onto Fraser's, trying to
get him to open his mouth.
 
 Fraser was stunned and tried to resist this invasion by placing his arms
on Kowalski's upper
 forearms, attempting to discreetly push him off.
 
 Kowalski wasn't about to release him and snaked his other arm around
Fraser's waist to hold him still.
 
 Fraser quit struggling when he realized Ray had a firm grip on him,
securing their bodies in a
 tight embrace.
 
 Ray kissed him more forcefully now, attempting to push his tongue past
the Mountie's teeth and into
 his mouth.
 
 Fraser understood that he had to give in or fight him off, and fighting
him off would look bad to the congregation. He gasped for a breath,
causing his mouth to open at which point Kowalski quickly pushed his
tongue into him.
 
 Fraser squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Kowalski tasting him, running
his hot wet tongue inside
 his mouth. The kiss was more than what Fraser had bargained for; it
actually felt very inviting. Ray's tongue was satiny soft against his own.
 
 Without warning, Kowalski felt Fraser wrap his arms around him,
responding to being kissed. His hands crawled up Ray's back and held him
close. Fraser started sucking on his tongue and tasting him in return.
 
 Now it was Kowalski's turn to panic and he tried to break away from the
kiss but Fraser refused to release him.
 
 Vecchio was furious that Kowalski was manhandling Fraser and lost it.
Without giving it a second thought he moved in and pulled them apart,
delivering an upper cut to Kowalski's chin.
 
 Kowalski stumbled backwards and landed in Huey's arms sending both men
crashing to the floor.
 
 The congregation were horrified by the fight between groom and best man.
 
 Vecchio reached for Fraser who had almost lost his balance, then heard
Fraser shriek, "No-o-o-o!" But it was too late because Kowalski jumped on
Vecchio from behind.
 
 They started throwing punches and knocking each other around, and Huey
and Dewey quickly jumped in, trying to break them up. Dewey pushed Fraser
away, thinking it was their female decoy.
 
 "Step away, ma'am, or you might get hur. . . . hur. . . .Fraser?! Oh my
God!"
 
 Fraser pushed Dewey aside and ran back in to stop the fight.
 
 Vecchio swung at Kowalski's chin again and yelled. "Come on Stanley is
that all you've got!"
 
 Kowalski responded with an upper cut. "Hell no, Vecchio! I got a lot more
where that came from!"
 
 Fraser attempted to stop them from tearing each other up and stepped in
between them. Upset at being blocked, Kowalski made the mistake of
grabbing Fraser and pushed him away.   

This angered Vecchio even more and he grabbed Kowalski by the lapels.
"Leave him the fuck alone and take your stinking hands off . . . ."
 
 So Kowalski delivered a blow into his gut and Vecchio stumbled back.
 
 Fraser quickly stepped in again and snapped at Kowalski. 'Don't hit him
again, Ray! Please don't!"
 
 Now Kowalski was beyond furious, especially that Fraser appeared to be
defending his lover,
 Vecchio, instead of him. "Oh yeah?. . . . . you don't want me to hit your
lover? Fine! Then I'll hit you instead!" And he smacked Fraser right on
the kisser sending the surprised bride flat on her back.
 
 Fraser tripped on the hem of the dress, stumbled backwards and landed on
the potted plants, sending them sprawling in all directions. The crowd was
horrified; one loud gasp escaped their mouths, almost in unison. Vecchio
was enraged and went for Kowalski's neck but Huey caught him just in time
and pushed him back.
 
 It took a minute for Kowalski to realize he had hit Fraser. He had hit
his partner, his friend and, to make matters worse, he had probably
screwed up their cover. Thinking quickly of how to undo the mess, he ran
over to Fraser and knelt down beside him. "OHMIGOD! Oh my God! Oh God,
Sweetheart! I'm so sorry!. . . I- I didn't mean to do that! Oh Lord!. . .
Oh Lord! Here give me your hand! Come on sugar sweets! Come here and let
me look at your beautiful mouth!" Kowalski helped a very dazed Fraser to
his feet. He quickly fixed his veil, smoothed his dressdown then wiped at
Fraser's mouth with his fingers. The lipstick was smeared from the punch
Kowalski had thrown at him.
 
 Fraser stared at him, totally confused as to why he had been hit in the
first place. Holding his fingers to his sore mouth, he stared at Kowalski
who was worriedly trying to clean him up. Next he stared at a horrified
Vecchio standing beside them with bulging eyes. He then cast a side glance
at the silent crowd who were anxiously staring at him. At that point he
began to bawl loudly, shocking everyone. Covering his face with both hands
he sobbed and cried. "I thought you loved me, Angel! Why would you hit me!
Oh Dear! Why would you hit me-e-e-e!" He bowed his beautiful blond head
and cried loud painful sobs.
 
 The priest glared at both Rays.
 
 Kowalski gawked, horrified, at Fraser sobbing his head off. He looked
towards Vecchio for help, but he was just as stunned. They stared at each
other, not knowing what to do.
 
 Vecchio finally came to his senses and whispered. "Go to him. . . . her!
Apologize, do something! Anything!"
 
 Kowalski quickly walked over to Fraser and grabbed his upper arms."Judy!
Judy!. . . . I'm so sorry, Sweetheart! Please Baby, don't cry! Please!
Just tell me what to do! I'll do anything, baby!" Kowalski caressed his
hair, his face and pleaded, frightened, not knowing how to shut Fraser up.
 
 Huey and Dewey wanted to laugh; it was just too comical.
 
 Kowalski leaned in closer to Fraser and whispered. "You'd better shut up,
Fraser, or I'm gonna pop you again!" And kept caressing his hair "Don't
cry honey! Come on, it was an accident, Judy! I still love you baby!" 
 
 Fraser sobbed louder then leaned closer and whispered "Only if you
promise to tell me why you
 hit me in the first place."
 
 Kowalski tensed and snapped at him,"NO!" How could he tell Fraser that he
was jealous of Vecchio for stealing his best friend?
 
 Fraser sobbed louder, making Kowalski nervous again. Kowalski glanced at
Fraser then at Vecchio, running a hand through his spiked blond hair.	

Vecchio stepped closer to Kowalski and angrily whispered. "What did you
tell him? Apologize! Make him stop crying or we are all going to get
arrested! Let's get this over with!"
 
 Kowalski growled at Vecchio. "I didn't tell him anything! I swear if he
doesn't shut up I'm gonna shoot him!"
 
 Vecchio was enraged and yelled "Then apologize to her!"
 
 Kowalski glared at the teary-eyed Fraser whom he wanted desperately to
kill. He took another deep breath and with tightened fist and jaw he
mumbled. "I'm so very sorry, Judy and I. . . . I
 promise ta tell ya whatever you wanna know!"
 
 Fraser sniffed and gingerly wiped his nose with a hanky. Then he
stuttered "D-do....do you really
 promise Angel?"
 
 Kowalski clenched his teeth and stuck his hands into his pockets. He
tried to smile for the sake
 of the crowd and replied. "Yes, Judy, I promise. . . . I promise ta do
whatever you want me to do. .
 . . honey."
 
 Fraser smiled and surprised Kowalski when he swung his arms out wide,
embracing his neck and
 kissing his cheek "Oh Angel! I'm so happy! I love you so much!"
 
 Kowalski stiffened in his arms and whispered in his ear. "Wait till I get
you alone in the room, Frase. I'm gonna beat the crap out of you,
sweet-cakes. And I'm gonna actually enjoy doing it!"
 
 The crowd clapped and Fraser beamed like a blushing new bride. Kowalski
held his hand and
 smiled sweetly, too.
 
 The elderly priest pulled Fraser aside and whispered "If he gives you any
more problems dear, you
 come and tell me about it." Fraser smiled and nodded politely.
 
 The commotion settled and the ceremony proceeded. Then the crowd headed
out to the reception where all three couples had planned to celebrate.
 
 Kowalski escorted Fraser to their rented car which someone had written
"Just Married" in the rear window.
 
 Once they were alone heading to the reception, Ray gripped the steering
wheel tightly and glared
 at Fraser. "What the hell is wrong with you, Fraser? What do you think
you're doing! Have
 you come totally unhinged? Did you lose some of those marbles in your
head or somethin'! You just
 married me, Fraser! I even kissed you and to make matters worse, I sealed
the whole mess by placing a freaking ring on your finger! What is wrong
with this picture?! I kissed you, Fraser! And why the fuck did you kiss me
back anyway?!"
 
 Fraser applied fresh make-up and turned to his enraged partner. "Ray, I
don't see any relevance to
 marbles in this argument, and we are technically not married since we
don't have a marriage
 license.. . . . Unless, of course, you consider the fact that the priest
didn't know about our. . . .
 unorthodox decision and did indeed marry us. Therefore, making us
matrimonially bonded in the
 eyes of . . . . "
 
 Kowalski snapped at him. "Fraser!. . . . Fraser shut up! Just shut up and
let me think this thing
 through! You're making me nervous again!"
 
 Fraser persisted in his line of argument. "I don't know why you are in a
snit, Ray. I kissed you because you kissed me and further more it's not
like I'm ugly or not capable of preforming my wifely . . . . ."
 
 Kowalski glared at him. "Will you shut up! I already have a headache,
Fraser!"
 
 Fraser glanced at him and smiled. "Really, Ray. . . . And we haven't even
arrived at our hotel room yet."
 
 Ray glared at him then angrily muttered. "I swear Fraser! If you continue
with this joke, I'm not
 gonna be responsible for my actions!"
 
 Fraser glared at him." Why did you hit me in the first place, and why
would you accuse me of
 being Detective Raymond Vecchio's lover?"
 
 Ray ignored him. He didn't want to argue about Vecchio yet. Besides, they
had already arrived at
 the reception and the crowd was waiting. "We'll discuss Vecchio at the
hotel room, Frase." He parked the car and stepped out, hurrying to open
the door for Fraser. They headed inside, as did Vecchio and the other
Detectives.
 
 Kowalski leaned into Fraser and whispered "Can we skip this part and just
go to our room?"
 
 Fraser smiled and elbowed him. "And here I thought you had a headache.
You are anxious!"
 
 Kowalski glared at his deranged partner then raised a hand to his
throbbing head, afraid to say
 anything else.
 
 Fraser pushed him further into the room and added. "You know we cannot
leave any of these brides alone until they get safely on the plane, Ray.
Now let's just enjoy the food and the music, all right?"
 
 When Kowalski heard the music playing he knew it, he just knew he was
going to have to dance with Fraser. Not that he minded dancing, he had
always loved to dance with Stella, but this was Fraser, for heaven's sake.
 
 Fraser waited patiently with his hand outstretched and Ray gave him a
//damn you, Fraser// look. He finally took Fraser's hand and guided him to
the dance floor with the other brides and grooms. The music played softly,
and Ray pulled Fraser into his arms gently. The Hawaiian Wedding Song
flowed sweetly out of the surrounding speakers.
 
 Ray decided he could do this; all he had to do was close his eyes and
pretend it was Stella he was dancing with. He tried to avoid tripping on
Fraser's wedding gown as he gallantly waltzed him around the dance floor.
 
 Fraser smiled as they practically glided and floated on the dance floor,
while he held the train of
 the dress on his arm. Ray was an excellent dancer, so suave, so gentle
and so skilled. They danced perfectly synchronized as if they had been
dancing together for years.
 
 Ray closed his eyes mesmerized by the music, the song, the feeling of
romance in the air, and
 this supposedly beautiful woman in his arms made him forget his problems.
Even if the woman was his best friend.
 
 Fraser was startled when Ray held him tighter to himself and hummed in
his ear. Then he felt Ray's lips brush across his cheek, leaving a trail
of warm breath behind making him shiver. He was puzzled at Ray's strange
actions.
 
 Ray pressed his cheek to Fraser's neck snugly and softly whispered the
song into his ear. "This is
 the moment I've waited for. . . . I can hear my heart singing. . . . .
soon bells will be ringing. This is the moment. . .of sweet Aloha. . ."I
will love you longer than .. . . . forever. . . .Promise me that
 you will leave me never"
 
 Fraser wondered if Ray was consciously aware he was singing so intimately
into his ear. "Here and now dear, You're my love. . . . I know dear."	

As he listened intently to Ray singing his heart out, something inside his
heart stirred. Something with the kiss earlier, something with Ray's
possessiveness and now Ray's singing.  

"Promise me that you will leave me never. . . . I will love you longer. .
.than forever. . .Now that we are one. . .Clouds won't hide the sun. .
.Blue skies of Hawaii will smile. . . . On this, our wedding
 day. . . . I do love you with all my heart." By-King/Hoffman/Manning
  

Vecchio angrily sipped his punch as they danced, staring and wondering
what the hell they thought they were doing.
 
 Huey bet Dewey that Kowalski was going to steal Fraser from Vecchio. Not
only steal him but bed him tonight at the hotel they were staying at.
 
 "No, I don't think so, Huey. I bet a hundred dollars he won't! Vecchio
had his sharp claws into that
 Mountie long before the blonde came along."
 
 " Aw come on! Make it a bit more interesting. Let's say two hundred
dollars, Dewey! I say Kowalski is going to have the Mountie out of that
dress and in his bed tonight."
 
 "You got it! It's a bet and I say Kowalski won't have the balls to do it.
Vecchio will keep his
 Mountie, just mark my words." smiled Dewey, pulling his wallet out.
 
 Ray finished singing the song with one last whisper into Fraser's ear. "I
will love you longer
 then forever. . . . "
 
 Then another song sung by Toni Braxton followed. "I shall never breath
again"
 
 Ray continued to dance holding Fraser tight in his arms and singing into
his ear. "If I never hold
 you in my arms again, if I never feel your tender kiss again, if I never
hear I love you now and
 then. . . . ."
 
 Fraser returned the embrace, holding him firmly. He wondered if this was
part of their
 undercover charade. *Maybe Ray wants everyone to believe we are a real
married couple. Or at least he wants our killer to believe it, if he is
watching us.* Fraser relaxed as Ray led him around the dance floor,
gliding ever so eloquently.
 
 "Cause I promise you, I promise you. . . . that I shall never breath
again. . . breath again.. . . .breath again, that I shall never breath
again" Ray was caught up in his
 day-dreams of Stella and himself on a dance floor. He was fantasizing
that they were dancing on clouds. He was wearing this very same tux and
she was wearing a navy blue velour evening gown. They waltzed and kissed
passionately, locking arms and lips with each other.
 
 Fraser suddenly felt Ray kissing his neck, placing soft, small, wet
kisses under his ear. The
 kisses sent chills up his spine, and he stiffened when he realized they
were exciting him. He was suddenly getting stiff somewhere else, too. Then
panic set in when he felt Ray's erection on his
 thigh, far down due south of his chest.
 
 Ray kept dancing, but realized the images in his mind were changing,
because now he was dancing with Fraser. He sensed Fraser's rough hand in
his and the firm, muscled waist where his fingers gripped him. In his
mind, Fraser overshadowed Stella and now it was Fraser in his arms. He was
like one of those fairy tale princes, standing tall in his red serge tunic
and shiny boots. His slick chocolate-brown hair gleamed brilliantly with
the moonlight shining on it. Fraser's sturdy arm held his forearm firmly
and his other hand squeezed Ray's tightly as their fingers intertwined.
And when they pressed their bodies closer together he felt Fraser's
erection. An alarm went off in his brain. *Fraser's erection?* and he
stopped dancing.
 
 Fraser pushed him away gently.
 
 Ray opened his eyes dreamily, glanced at Fraser and then quickly snapped
out of his reverie. He panicked and jumped away. "Oh! Uh. . ..Fraser! I
didn't. . . it wasn't. . . .we need to get going! I'm. . . .Let's go!" Ray
turned and dragged Fraser off the dance floor.
 
 Fraser, being pulled by Ray, held his wedding dress up so he could walk
faster.
 
 Vecchio grabbed Fraser's other hand and gently pulled him back to the
dance floor. "The best
 man gets to dance with the bride, Stanley."
 
 Ray refused to release Fraser's hand but Vecchio pulled till he dragged
him to the dance floor.
 
 Now Ray knew for a fact that he was jealous of Vecchio. It wasn't just
anger or hate, it was pure
 jealousy. He wanted Fraser back with him, like it used to be. He couldn't
stand the thought of
 Fraser making love to Vecchio; the thought was too obscene and
disgusting.
 
 Vecchio held Fraser close and whispered, "Can you tell me what the hell
is going on with you and that wacky James Dean wanna-be? I could swear he
seems to be coming onto you Benny!"
 
 Fraser humfped "Really Ray!. . . he is doing no such thing. We were
merely dancing and
 pretending to be married."
 
 Vecchio stared into those big blue Mountie eyes and nodded. "Uh-huh,
right Benny and I'm St. Peter. I'm not blind Benny. I saw him kissing your
neck from where I was standing. Now don't deny it! Are you two having an
affair?"
 
 Fraser gasped and raised an eyebrow. "Oh Dear! No Ray. . . .not an
affair! And, yes he did kiss my neck. . . . but it was part of the cover .
. It is part of the plan."
 
 Vecchio glared at him eye to eye, checking to see if he flinched. "Part
of the plan huh? Like the kiss he gave you on the altar Benny? Was that
part of the plan too?"
 
 Fraser stared at him with those huge blue eyes and didn't know how to
respond because he really didn't know what that kiss was.
 
 "W-Well. . . . T-The kiss at the altar was ah. . ."
 
 Kowalski stepped in and tapped on Vecchio's shoulder. "Hey!. . . . . Judy
and I have a honeymoon to get to Vecchio. We have to get going, you know."
 
 Vecchio stared at Fraser who looked very nervous now. He released Fraser
and glared at Kowalski. "Aren't you a little too anxious to get to your
honeymoon, Stanley?"
 
 Kowalski glowered at him and remarked, "What's it to you?"
 
 Someone asked the bride to throw her bouquet, and Fraser threw it to the
waiting females.
 **********************************************
 Once the other couples were safely escorted to the plane, Fraser and Ray
headed to their hotel
 room. The other undercover Detectives took their place next door to
Kowalski and Fraser's room.
 
 Ray unlocked the door and proceeded into the room making a bee-line for
the couch. He was
 removing his jacket, trying to shake off the disguise.
 
 Fraser waited by the door with hands on his hips, staring at his
disrobing partner. He cleared his throat and muttered, "Angel. Angel.
Angel. Angel! AN-GEL!"
 
 Ray whipped his body around and snapped. "Wha-a-a-a-at!"
 
 Fraser was irritated with his lack of manners and reciprocated sharply,
"Well-l-l-l-l?"
 
 Ray was puzzled and snapped back. " Well? Well what! What do you want
Fra. . . . Ju-dy?!"
 
 Fraser sighed totally discontented. "You're supposed to carry me across
the threshold, Angel."
 
 Ray peered totally dumbfounded and stood his ground for at least 5
seconds. He then stormed
 over to Fraser and muttered angrily, "Listen Frase!. . . . .you must have
forgotten to tie that bag of marbles in your head again 'cause another two
just slipped right out. There's no way in hell I'm gonna carry you to the
bed so get over it!"
 
 Fraser, confused by the statement, whispered, "I don't know why you keep
referring to a bag of marbles Angel, and hell has no relevance to our.. .
. . "
 
 "Fraser!" Ray snapped, infuriated by his naiveness.
 
 Fraser patiently explained his logical reasoning of why Ray should carry
him across the threshold. "Angel . . . Angel if our um . . *guest* should
already be occupying our room and notices that our marriage is uh. . . .
not so solid then our *guest* will probably retreat and. . . ."
 
 Ray stomped his foot in anger at Fraser's logic. The man could be so damn
irritating.
 "J-e-e-e-eesh! I hate it when ya do that, Judy! I hate it when you throw
that logic thing at me! Jesus Christ, you just piss me off!. . . . . You
want me to carry you? Is that what you want? Is that what you're saying!
Okay fine, just put your leg up and I'll carry you! Just hurry up!"
 
 Fraser put his arms around his shoulders and raised a leg, but it didn't
help much.
 
 Ray snaked an arm around his waist and tried to maneuver a hand under his
leg but the dress got
 in the way. He then tried to lift the dress up and Fraser quickly pushed
it down.
 
 "An-gel! Stop that!"
 
 "Wha-at! What was I doing? Dammit Judy, you nearly took my head off! I
wasn't trying to look under your dress, for heaven's sake! I'm not a
pervert and I'm not the real Ray Vecchio! I was just trying to get a
better hold. . . .oh never mind!"
 
 Fraser frowned at the remark about Vecchio then reached over, scooping
Ray up into his arms in one sudden move. He then glided easily across the
room with Ray in his arms.
 
 "He-e-e-e-e-e-e-ey!. . . .what the fuck. . . . Fra. .. .. Put me down!"
 
 Fraser marched over to the bed and let him drop, plopping him onto the
bed. Appearing pleased with himself, he adjusted his false breasts and
coughed out a response."Well there, that worked just fine! No bad luck for
us." He then back tracked to lock the door.
 
 Ray quickly lunged off the bed and was beside himself with anger. He
pointed a finger at Fraser, growling at his unhinged partner, "Don't ya
ever do that ta me again! Don't ya ever humiliate me
 like that again! I could'a picked you up JU-DY! I just needed some uh. .
. . .leverage! Yeah, leverage! Besides, there was too much dress! Just
take it off!"
 
 Fraser stood by with both hands on hips, watching him rant. Then, trying
to placate his angry partner, he smiled coyly. "You want me to undress?"
 
 Ray picked up on the wisecrack immediately and scowled at Fraser. "You
know what I meant. Did you . . . .did you bring some change of clothes?"
 
 Fraser walked over to the closet and reached in, pulling out a night-bag.
"Yes, I brought us a change of clothing. I took the liberty of stopping by
your apartment prior to the wedding and fetched some cloths for you. Now
if you'll excuse me, I'll go to the bathroom and change."
 
 The thought of Fraser changing into something more revealing suddenly
alarmed him. Ray panicked, remembering this was their honey-moon. "Uh. . .
.uh, what are you gonna c-change into?"
 
 Fraser was baffled by his question but chose to ignore him and headed to
the bathroom..
 
 Ray grabbed his bag and pulled out some jeans and a T-shirt that Fraser
had packed for him. Digging further down, he noted that Fraser had packed
his shaving kit, a change of socks and his black silk boxers. He blushed a
deep red as he lifted the boxers out of the bag and stared at them.
Clutching the boxers in one hand he proceeded to shed his tux, tossing the
clothing onto the couch, and then donned his comfortable garb. He then
made his way to the bed with shoes in hand and stopped midway at the knock
on the door.
 
 Quickly withdrawing his gun he snuck over to the door and reached over to
peek out the peep hole. "Who is it?" Then he immediately recognized
Vecchio's voice as he bellowed, "Room service."
 
 Annoyed by his presence, Ray unlocked the door and growled, "What do you
want?"	

 Vecchio snapped back at him as he entered the room, "Oh nice going
Sherlock! Just open the door to
 anyone. Where's Benny?"
 
 Ray slipped the gun back into its holster and followed Vecchio, "I
recognized your voice, you moron! He's in the bathroom, changing into
something a little more comfortable."
 
 Vecchio glared at him, not liking the sound of the statement, then
proceeded with the questions. "So Stanley, what's with you and Benny? You
hitting on him? Trying to get him to sleep with you maybe? Cause it ain't
gonna happen."
 
 Ray reached over, grabbing Vecchio by the collar yanking him close to his
face. Through gritted teeth he snarled, "Shut the fuck up or I'll. . . ."
 
 But Vecchio diverted his gaze past Ray when Fraser made an appearance.
 
 Ray watched Vecchio's mouth drop open and he whisked his head around to
see what was going on.
 
 What they saw stunned both of them into silence.
 
 Ray released Vecchio and slowly turned to get a better look.
 
 This definitely was not the Fraser they both knew.
 
 Fraser watched them both, as they gawked at him. He was wearing a
luminous aqua kimono
 nightdress made of silk with a high neck collar covering his neck. It
reached down to his calves to cover most of his legs, except for a slit up
the side of the dress which exposed an extremely pale leg. The
 sleeves were long, down to his wrists.
 
 Ray glance up, his face now totally spellbound by the transformation of
his partner. The blond hair was now brushed behind his ears, exposing more
of his pale face which glowed with the bright red lipstick. His eyelashes
still retained the thick black mascara, making his gray-blues appear a
sensual sapphire hue. And his cheeks were accentuated by the bronze tinge
dusted softly across the cheekbones.
 
 Both Rays stood open-mouthed, ogling him.
 
 It suddenly dawned on Kowalski what Vecchio saw in their partner. The man
was drop-dead gorgeous. He was a real beauty, especially in drag. Ray felt
a stirring in his cock and was horrified when he realized he was getting
an erection. He managed to stammer, "W-Wow!. . . .Fra. . . . J-Judy. W-Who
taught you how to put make-up?"
 
 Vecchio was just as shocked, and somewhat peeved, thinking Fraser was
trying to impress Kowalski. He was sure Fraser was deliberately doing this
to hold on to his soon-to-be-ex-partner.
 
 Fraser's face flushed a beautiful shade of red and shyly responded, "I-I
have a friend who is a
 wonderful make-up artist and taught me a trick or two about disguises.
Ray? What are you doing
 here?"
 
 Vecchio peered at Kowalski then shifted his gaze to Fraser, "I was
checking to see if you were
 ok, Benny. I was just on my way out and. . . . . . you going to be ok,
Benny?" Vecchio wanted to add <*With Mr. I-want-to-eat-you-up*>but decided
it was not worth upsetting his friend.
 
 Fraser reached over, placing a hand on Vecchio's shoulder, and smiled.
 
 Kowalski watched as Fraser's long red fingernails brushed Vecchio
tenderly across the shoulder and cringed. He clenched his teeth in
jealousy, eyeing their loving gestures.
 
 "I'm just fine Ray. You shouldn't even be here, you know." Fraser smiled
to reassure Vecchio that everything was going well.
 
 Vecchio loved to see his friend smile; it was the kind of smile that
would warm your frozen toes in the middle of a Chicago winter. Vecchio
smiled himself. "Yes, I know I shouldn't be here. I was just leaving."
Vecchio shifted his gaze to Kowalski and pointed at him. "And as for you!.
. You had better watch it Stanley!"
 
 Ray sneered at Vecchio's remark, "Just get out of here okay!?"
 
 Vecchio glared at him for a few more seconds, then left.
 
 Ray directed his attention back to Fraser and eyed him a couple of
minutes more, shaking his
 head, "Boy, is that Italian idiot possessive or what?! What the fuck does
he think I'm gonna do?
 Does he. . . .."
 
 Fraser reached over, grasping hold of a startled Ray, and tugged him to
the couch, "Okay Angel, let's sit down and clarify your reasons for
striking me at the altar. You vowed that you would never lift a hand to me
again after the incident at the lake."
 
 Ray landed beside Fraser on the couch when Fraser tugged his arm to sit.
He was inches away
 from those cherry-red lips and some beautiful aroma that permeated around
Fraser. He averted his gaze to his partners blues and sat totally
fascinated by his guise . The cosmetics he wore created an illusion of a
gorgeous creature that was not Fraser. The woman before him was just too
breathtaking. Unable to resist those lips Ray reached over, wanting to
touch them.
 
 Fraser quickly reached up, snatching his hand."What are you doing?. . .
.Ray I deserve an explanation as to why you struck me at the altar."
 
 Ray pulled his hand away, then stood up and proceeded with his nervous
pacing. Running both hands through his stiff blond spikes, Ray was
attempting to untangle his thoughts. Too much had happened
 in the last few hours and he wanted to put things into perspective.
Fraser's attire wasn't helping much either because he was too damn
distracting. He finally remembered being angry with Fraser because he
withheld information concerning his lover, Vecchio. He stopped in mid-step
and fixed narrowed
 eyes at Fraser. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought we were friends,
Ben. . . . .Judy. . . I mean, for the last two years you've been harping
at me of how *friendly* we are, am I right? Didn't we have this, sort of
trust between us? Well, let me correct myself, you at least led me to
believe that
 we could trust each other. I thought we had an. . . . You were good
Fraser. . really pulled one over me."
 
 Fraser leaned back into the couch as he studied his partner, totally
baffled by his comments. "Ray, I have no idea what this is leading to. Did
I conduct myself in some improper manner that would make you question our
friendship? Did I insinuate that I did not trust you ? Does this have
anything to do with Raymond Vecchio?"
 
 Ray stopped pacing and held his breath when Fraser made the mistake of
crossing his legs, making himself more comfortable on the couch. The
gesture was far more distracting than his beautiful face was. Ray gawked
at the long, sensual, pale leg that was now exposed due to the slit up the
side of the
 dress. His cock thumped a sharp beat against his pants and he nearly let
a moan escape his throat. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip and
inhaled deeply, trying to re-collect his thoughts. Discussing Fraser's
romance with Vecchio suddenly seemed irrelevant..
 
 Fraser studied his partner, dumbfounded by his behavior, "Angel? Angel,
are you all right? What is going on with you? I would like to discuss your
dilemma, should you care to expound on the matter."
 
 Ray peered at him then ambled over and sat by him, "Fraser, don't do
that!"
 
 Fraser was genuinely baffled by the command, "Don't do what, Angel?"
 
 Ray glared at his pale, bare leg then shifted his stare up to his
partner's face and shook his head. "Nothing, never mind." With narrowed
eyes he glared into his partner's gray-blues then reached over and cupped
Fraser's chin. Lowering his voice so the Detectives next door wouldn't
make out anymore of their conversation, he commented, " Benton. . . if you
really trusted me then why didn't ya tell me that Vecchio was your lover.
Why didn't you tell me that you were gay? Didn't you think that I could
handle something like that? Do you think I'm too dense?"
 
 The shock on Fraser's face was very evident when his beautiful red
lipsticked mouth dropped open. Fraser backed away from Ray's grasp, at a
loss for words. His eyelids went into a frenzied blinking mode, trying to
focus on Ray's blues.
 
 Ray observed the rapid flutter of eyelashes and the gaping mouth that
seemed frozen on his face.
 He hadn't expected this kind of response as he sat, anxiously waiting for
an answer.
 
 The shock on Fraser's face finally dissipated a fraction at a time,
allowing his voice to return."I-I. . . .I am what!? W-What d-did you just
say?" Having recovered from the shock Fraser stared at his partner,
 disturbed by his accusations, and whispered back rather harshly, "
Stanley Raymond Kowalski have you gone insane!? Where ever did you procure
such utter nonsense?!"
 Ray stared at the unsettled look on his face and his outrage wavered by a
fraction. "No Benton, I have not gone insane. . . . . yet. Are you denying
your relationship to Vecchio to spare my feelings? . . .Well you don't
have to worry about sparing my feelings, cuz you can keep your lover
Benton. Personally speaking, I think the man's an egotistical moron but
hey, if that's your type of man then who am I to question you? You
couldn't restrain yourself from running to him once he returned could you?
You just up and dump your friends like we never existed huh?. . . . did
you forget that you had another friend too?"
 
 Fraser sat in a catatonic state trying to digest the words coming out of
his friend's mouth. He finally coughed out a response. "R-Angel! Angel
where ever did you . . . . ."
 
 But Ray would not be dissuaded and continued his tirade, "Oh-h-h-h, now I
see why you wore that night dress and. . . . oh no!. . . .you're using
me?! Oh God, you're using me to make Vecchio jealous! Oh man that is so
pathetic! . . . . . That's why you got yourself all prettied up, so you
 could impress him with your beautiful face and your beautiful body?!. . .
Oh God, do I feel like a
 sap! Oh God Fraser!" Ray sunk back into the couch, feeling totally spent.
This was the lowest
 blow he could imagine coming from his best friend. With narrowed eyes he
glared at Fraser then sat up quickly and growled at him, " Well you know
what buddy, you can keep your fucking style pig as far as I'm concerned,
cuz I want nothing to do with you!!"
 
 Fraser was flabbergasted by the accusations and the innuendoes which were
just too much to handle. Then he fixed a scowling stare at Ray, complete
with squinted eyes and lips clamped tightly shut. His jawbone went rigid
as his face begin to contort in pure anger. He was outraged and didn't
trust himself to speak to his insane partner. He opened his mouth but his
erratic breathing prevented speech. Again he attempted a rebuttal, "In my
defense Ray, let me first say that I-I have never. . . . .never
participated in any sexual bonding of any kind. . .with. . . . with
Detective Raymond Vecchio! You are dreadfully misinformed about Ray
Vecchio and myself!. . . . Not that it is any of your business to begin
with. .. . And another thing. . . . had I had a relationship with Ray
Vecchio I would not be discussing it with you because . .. .well because
it is unchivalrous Ray! Ray Vecchio and I are merely partners and very
good friends! He is a very good friend of mine, as are you." Fraser
finished speaking, maintaining the tautness of his face.
 
 Ray had watched that beautiful face become even more beautiful when
Fraser scolded him. His face flushed a deep red and his narrowed eyes
looked so sensual. Ray swallowed, hard watching those red lips move
rapidly, puckering several times as he spoke. He wondered how it would
feel to shut him up by kissing those fast, moving, cherry colored lips. He
also wondered if Fraser was aware that his breast bounced up and down with
his labored breathing. Biting his bottom lip, Ray attempted to extricate
his mind from the gutter and back to the issue at hand. He back-tracked in
his mind to allow Fraser's words to sink into him slowly. Then he suddenly
felt very stupid, realizing deep within his heart that Fraser would not
lie to him. It was not in the Mountie's vocabulary to lie. Had Fraser not
mentioned how many times he was proud to call him a friend? It was painful
to see Fraser distressed with his accusations. The Mountie was nearly in
tears that his friendship was being challenged by his supposed best
friend. Ray was at a loss as to how to proceed to undo the damage. So
Fraser was not having a relationship with Ray Vecchio and Fraser was not
gay. He reached for Fraser's hand which rested on his bare leg and grasped
his fingers. Staring intently into his blue grays, Ray ran his thumb
across the back of his hand caressing it tenderly, "Benton I'm a jerk. . .
. I'm so very sorry for accusing you of. . . It's just uh. . . . . I have
a big mouth Benton. Can we uh. . . . . can we please start over again? I
mean. . . . damn it, Benton, you just kinda dumped me you
 know and it hurt me. We're supposed to be friends and uh. . . . . and
then Vecchio waltzes back into your life and uh. . . . .I know he's your
friend and all but. . . . but you just left me high and dry like I was
nobody. . . .You just abandoned me. You pushed me aside like I don't count
or somethin'."
 
 Fraser calmed down immediately upon hearing Ray pour his heart out to
him. It was just like Ray to want to discuss his deep, inner feelings
unlike Ray Vecchio who never wanted to discuss such matters. Fraser's face
relaxed quicky and he pursed his red tinged lips, eyeing his partner's
wounded
 baby-blues. This was followed by the nervous gesture of running his thumb
nail across his beautiful colored eyebrow. A smile finally made it's way
into his face as Ray grasped his fingers tightly, "I-I understand what you
are going through Ray. . . *to be dumped*. . . . as you put it. . . .
.But.. . . But I did not *dump* you Ray. I would never do such a thing. ..
. . I was being courteous by spending time with Ray Vecchio and his
family. . . . You are aware that he has been absent for two years. I. . .
. . I missed your company, Ray. . . . .The truth is, I worried about you.
. . .I missed. . . .. I felt . . . lonely
 without your companionship. I-I have become accustomed to being with
you."
 
 Ray could not prevent the grin from sneaking into his face, "Y-you missed
me Benton? Are you
 serious?"
 
 Fraser's face flushed and he bowed his head in embarrassment. His eyes
darted to Ray's hand
 which still gripped his fingers. Then he peeked up, giving Ray a
wide-eyed look, "Yes I am being serious Ray. I don't understand how you
could possibly believe Detective Raymond Vecchio and I were. . . . . were.
. . ..involved."
 
 Ray inhaled deeply, completely relieved that his partner still wanted him
over Vecchio. Then he realized he practically confessed about being
jealous, and the thought made him uncomfortable. He quickly released
Fraser's fingers and ran a hand through his spikes. "I uh. . . . I thought
you were
 involved but uh. . . . you and Vecchio were. . . . .not. And uh. . .
.Well. . .you're not. . . And you're not ga. . .never mind."
 
 Fraser noticed the chagrin look on his partner's face and decided to
embarrass him further.
 "Ray. . . .you made a remark about. . . .you remarked about my beauty?. .
.. . You made
 mentioned of my beautiful body."
 
 The question alarmed the Detective and he was up on his feet, readily
pacing the floor, "Oh that. . . . I uh. . .it's the uh make up looks great
on you Fra. . .Judy. . .That's what I meant. . .W-we uh. . . need to keep
our ears open." His mind drifted back to how beautiful Fraser appeared
sitting there in all his splendor. He glanced at that long sensual-looking
pale leg and his mind wandered to the other parts of his partner's body. *
What is going on with me cause that has got to be the prettiest leg I have
seen in a very long time! How could I have imagined those strong arms
embracing Vecchio?. .
 . . . and that beautiful face pressed against Vecchio's face.. . . . How
could I have pictured Fraser's luscious red lips kissing Vecchio ? And
Vecchio running his fingers through Fraser's hair. . . . . and those long,
long legs in laced up leather boots. . . . .long legs that could easily
wrap around my hips and grind his . . . . . Jesus Christ! What am I
saying! The man's not gay! What is happening to me! Could I really be that
kind of jealous?*
 
 Fraser noticed Ray shake his head as if trying to clear his mind, and
then he scurried away to look out of the window.
 
 Ray sensed the tightness of his pants around the crotch area as his cock
filled up quickly from all the fantasizing. The erection throbbed against
his zipper making his cock really sensitive.
 
 Fraser stood up and adjusted the dress, then strolled over to the king
sized bed. He proceeded to remove the comforter, folding it then placing
it on the chair beside the bed.
 
 Ray was too engrossed in his aching erection to notice what was going on
behind him. He heard
 some patting noise and turned around to find Fraser fluffing the pillows,
"W-what are you doing
 Fra. . .Judy?"
 
 "Well since there is no further discussion I'm preparing our bed, Angel.
Did you forget that this is our honey-moon? If you recall, our *guests*
M.O. is to eradicate its targets while in the fervor of passion. And his
approximate time preference is midnight. Furthermore, according to my
watch. . . . we are approaching midnight. So, we must situate ourselves in
the bed . . . . Come and undress, Angel, and I'll go change."
 
 The thought of removing his clothes frightened Ray; not even the killer
frightened him as much
 as Fraser did at this moment. It had not even crossed his mind that they
would be in the same bed tonight. He panicked, wondering how he was to
avoid this situation. *OH Dear Lord! I can't get into the bed with him
cause he'll know I have a frigging erection! . . .What the hell am I gonna
do now?. . . . Ask him if it's okay to bone him after he just told me he's
not gay? Yeah right Kowalski, nice going
 Sherlock!. . . . .Oh Jesus Christ, but I wanna sleep with him! I need him
to give me a hand here.
 . . Or even a mouth! Damn him for looking so gorgeous! Oh my God! Am I
really thinking all of this*
 
 Fraser eyed his partner who seemed totally preoccupied with his
thoughts,"Angel? Angel, are
 you all right?"
 
 Ray didn't turn around because of the tent forming up front in his crotch
area. "Y-Yeah, of
 course I'm okay Fra.. . . Judy."
 
 Fraser smiled, detecting Ray's discomfort. And truth be told, he was
actually enjoying making Ray uneasy. After all Ray deserved admonishment
after wrongfully accusing him of sexual intimacy with Ray Vecchio. Fraser
allowed a wicked thought to trek across his mind.*I have plans for you
Raymond Kowalski for falsely accusing me of sexual lovemaking with Raymond
Vecchio. Wait until we get into bed!*
 
 Ray pleaded with his erection to take a hike. His cock, of course,
refused to depart and responded with yet another thump against his zipper.
Ray stuck his hands in his pockets carefully then faced Fraser. "Fr. . .
.Judy uh. . . . your not . . . .your not gonna. . . . wear one of those
thingy's are you?. . . . You didn't bring one of those did you?"
 
 Fraser diverted his attention from the bed to Ray and feigned
understanding. He then declared,
 "Oh Dear!. . . . . I do believe they have a proper name, Angel. The
proper terminology is
 negligees. . . . and no, Angel, I did not bring one. . . . . Does my not
bringing one alter our plans? Does it disappoint you?"
 
 The question caught him off guard, startling him. "NO! No. . . . . I
mean. . . . it isn't necessary,
 you can sleep in your underwear. . .NO! I meant with your clothes on, or
however you sleep Fra,
 Judy. . . . I mean, I was supposed to be here with that other female
detective but. . . ,
 
 Fraser cut him off, "The other female?. . . . Oh, never mind Angel, just
undress and get into bed.
 I'll undress and. . . . . I have no problem if you prefer to sleep in the
nude Angel. . . ."
 
 "NO-o-o-o-o!. . . . .NO! That dress you have on would be fine Fra.. . . .
Judy! No nudity! None!"
 Ray nearly choked on his words, totally alarmed by the tantalizing
suggestion.
 
 Fraser nodded and turned away, chuckling to himself at his partners
uneasiness. He made his way to the bathroom.
 
 Ray felt he was about to collapse due to overstimulation of hormones in
his cock and drainage of blood to his brain. Sex deprivation was playing a
big part in this, too. He kicked the socks aside and yanked the T-shirt
off flinging it to the couch. Then he grumbled, "Dammit, this is getting
crazier by the minute! I kissed Fraser to make Vecchio jealous but it
backfires and the idiot kisses me back. And why the hell does he kiss me
back anyway? I know Fraser did it deliberately!. . . . . Then I accuse him
of sleeping with Vecchio, which he denies and I believe him. . . . .then I
accuse him of being gay, but he's not. . . and now we're gonna sleep
together on our cozy honeymoon? What next!" Ray sat on the bed and backed
into the headboard to remove his pants as he continued his monologue, "Oh
yeah and let's not forget the dancing. . .There I was, happily dancing the
night away in his arms like we were lovers. And the worst part is that I
was enjoying dancing with my partner! . . . No I take it back, the worse
part is that I got an erection while I danced in his arms! God
 dammit! So that makes me the gay one . . . oh man!. . . . I mean I'm the
one with the hard on and the Prince of Ice doesn't even think any thing is
wrong with this picture?. . . . He acts as if all this is part of our
daily routine, just part of our job! I'm definitely going crazy here!" Ray
looked down at the black silk boxers he wore, and it dawned on him that
Fraser had packed them. He had gone to his apartment and hand-picked these
specific silk boxers for him to wear tonight. The thought brought on a
prick of excitement to his cock. Now, like an idiot, he started talking to
his erection, "Are ya crazy! You'd better calm yousself down, cause yer
not getting anything. . . . nothing but a kick in the head! Now settle
down and leave me alone!" He glanced up and to his horror found Fraser
staring at him. Ray had been so absorbed in his solo tete-a-tete that he
had not heard Fraser walk in.
 
 "Excuse me? Were you addressing me, Angel?" Fraser stood idly by the bed.
 
 Ray reached for the sheet, draping it across his mid-section and mumbled,
"No! I uh. . . . . talking ta myself. . . you know."
 
 Fraser frowned and nodded, "Ah-h-h-h" Then he collected Ray's pants and
placed them on the
 chair beside the bed.
 
 Ray watched his every movement. The blond wig was still fastened in place
and the makeup still
 remained intact. Fraser was now in a long night-shirt several inches shy
of his knees. Now he was exposing two very long muscular shaven legs.
 
 Ray's cock was doing somersaults in his boxers as he ogled at the long
pair of pale legs. His heartbeat and breathing went berserk and he
straightened up quickly trying to hide his erection.
 "Fra. . . . . Judy, this isn't gonna work!. . . .. This most definitely
is not going ta work!"
 
 Fraser stared at him, puzzled by the statement, then reached over the bed
and clicked off the lights. He scampered under the covers next to Ray and
smiled, "Nonsense Angel! Of course it will work. . .Our murderer has an
insatiable thirst for honeymooners. Now lets resume our *honeymoon* facade
and get comfortable."
 
 Ray was everything but comfortable with a semi-naked Fraser being so damn
close. He also
 possessed an erection that was nearing eruption with a force comparable
to that of Mount St. Helens.
 
 Fraser reached over casually, placing a hand on Ray's forearm.
 
 Nearly jumping out of his skin, Ray jerked back, "F-Judy! Whadda ya
doing?"
 
 Fraser quelled a smile, not that Ray could see it anyway, "It's ok Ray.
You need to learn to relax.
 . . .you're so tense. . . . .maybe I should give you a massage?"
 
 Ray freaked blurting out his shock, "NO! Are you crazy?" Struggling to
return normalcy to his
 vital signs, Ray attempted to calm down. *Yeah, Fraser, and maybe you
ought'a just suck my dick! Why don't you, while we're at it buddy!* But
the thought excited him even more so he whisked it out of his head.
 
 Fraser suppressed his laughter and whispered, "Angel, if we are to
maintain our charade for the murderer, we need to impersonate a
*honey-mooning* couple. And honey-mooning entails being intimate."
 
 Ray was horrified with the proposal of being intimate, yet Fraser
persisted in provoking the lust within him. Then he sensed Fraser closing
in.
 
 "Ray, earlier in our conversations we were speaking of homosexuality. . .
. .I don't mean to appear  

intrusive but has it ever occurred . . ."
 
 The unfinished question transported Ray off the bed and to his feet
within seconds, "OK! Ok!
 That's it!. . . . I can't do this F. . . . . Judy . . . .whatever! I
can't handle this! Look I wanna
 apologize about the Vecchio thing!. . . . I really didn't mean to accuse
you of anything, it's just
 uh. . . .it was a mistake okay?! I won't do it again, I promise okay?!"
 
 Fraser sat up and stared at the dark form that was his partner, "And I
accepted your apology. Did
 I do something wrong?"
 
 Ray stood by the bed feeling like a coward. His thoughts ran rampant and
his cock throbbed fiercely * Oh God what the hell is wrong with me? Okay
Kowalski just calm down, this is just a job. . . . . just
 another stake-out for Christ sakes! What's so difficult about another
stake-out? I mean I've done this hundreds of times before!. . . . . .
Fraser! Oh God, it's Fraser who's making me crazy!. . . . Wait a minute. .
. . . wait a minute! Hold on here. . . .Maybe
 its Fraser who wants to make love to me! OH my. . . . .*
 
 Fraser cut into his thoughts, "Will you come back to the bed please? Come
on Angel. . . . I
 won't ask you any more questions. Pleas-s-se?"
 
 If there was anything worse then all this mess, Ray thought, it was
hearing Fraser begging him to get into bed. He paused momentarily, then
hesitantly crawled back into the bed. He growled at Fraser, "Look Judy,
this is uh. . . . This is a job and nothing else okay?! You're making it
very difficult and
 awkward for me, so stop with the sex questions! Let's just get on with
our job and uh. . . . maybe we'll catch ourselves a killer okay?"
 
 Fraser nodded and responded innocently, " I'm sorry Angel, I thought we
were doing our job. What did you think I was trying to do?"
 
 Ray didn't trust himself to reply fearing he'd blow up at Fraser. Then he
winced when Fraser slipped an arm under his forearm and wrapped it around
his slender body. Fraser drew Ray closer to himself.
 
 Ray stiffened knowing that, should their bodies make contact, Fraser
would detect his erection. He reached up, placing a hand on Fraser's
chest, and pushed him back gently.
 
 Fraser frowned then eased himself closer to his partner, brushing a thigh
against Ray's erection. He heard the sharp intake of breath that escaped
from Ray and realized what had happened. He froze in place then whispered,
"Are you okay Ray? Did I ah. . . . did I do something wrong?!"
 
 Ray wanted to kill him for being so damn naive and asking such stupid
questions, "No Fraser.
 You didn't do anything wrong!"
 
 Fraser nodded, "Understood." Then he deliberately pushed his thigh up
against Ray's erection
 and parked it there.
 
 Ray thought he would pass out, and gasped as he tightened his fingers on
his partner's forearm, wanting to scream in pain. He clamped his lips shut
and felt the throbbing of his cock against Fraser's thigh.
 
 They were both very quiet, with only Ray's labored breathing interrupting
the silence. Ray realized he was going to burst soon and wanted to
maneuver his cock away from Fraser's leg. "F-Fraser. . . . Fraser uh. . .
is everything ok? You're a little quiet there." Ray realized how idiotic
the question sounded but he couldn't contain the ache any longer. //Of
course he's not okay Kowalski! You're boning his leg like a dog in heat
and are about to coat it full of yer juice dammit! //
 
 Fraser perceived that Ray was in sexual distress. He wondered when the
transformation of friendship to sexual desire had taken place. Thoughts of
Ray desiring him now hammered into his brain. *Could Ray possibly yearn
for me?. . . . . Could it be possible that he wants to be intimate with
me? Am I responsible for his arousal, or could it be the cosmetics and
dress that are confusing him?"
 
 The silence persisted for another long two minutes, then Fraser seized
the hand that clasped his forearm, "Ray?. . . . . Ray, I am fine. . . . Do
you mind. . . . .would you mind?. . . . Should I
 embrace you for the sake of our pretense?"
 
 Ray could not reflect at the moment due to over stimulation of his cock.
He was also upset with
 himself for lusting his partner. *Damn you, Fraser, for looking so hot!
Why did you remove your clothes and climb into bed with me?! Really, I
should be blaming that idiotic Italian who
 decided to come back and confuse my feelings for you!* He breathed in
deeply then steadied his voice, "Yeah Fraser. . . . You can hold me. . . .
Just. .. . Never mind."
 
 Fraser nodded, "Understood." He eased forward and encircled Ray in his
arms. Now Ray's stiff
 erection pressed against his abdomen and they were both very quiet.
Fraser then whispered "Ray,
 may I ask you. . . . ,
 
 
 "NO!" Ray snapped at him.
 
 Fraser felt his partner's breath flow warmly into his mouth. The
closeness of Ray's mouth was
 enough to heighten the throbbing between his own legs. Swallowing hard,
he resumed with the question. "Ray, would you care to sleep with. . . . ,
 
 Ray clamped a hand across his partner's mouth, shutting off any sound,
"Sh-h-h! I heard something!"
 
 Fraser glared at him. Then heard the sound himself.
 
 Ray withdrew his hand from Fraser's mouth and cautiously checked his gun.
Reassured that his
 gun was readily accessible he snaked an arm around Fraser's neck and
whispered, "Sorry
 buddy!" And dove his face into Fraser's neck, clamping his parted lips on
his warm skin.
 
 Fraser clenched Ray's upper arms and tried to push him off, startled by
the sudden, assault.
 
 Ray detected the Mounties uncertainty and whispered, "It's supposed to be
our honey moon and we're supposed to be horny. . . so moan Fraser."
 
 Fraser quit fighting his partner and pondered what course of action to
take. He then fastened
 his mouth to Ray's chin, licking and sucking it noisily.
 
 Ray was stunned as the Mountie seduced his chin, which swiftly provoked
his cock once again.
 He was the one moaning in ecstasy. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h Go-o-o-od!" Ray gasped,
nearly biting his
 bottom lip off trying to down-play his pleasure. Fraser was driving him
crazy, swirling his tongue around his chin, almost cutting his breath off.
He managed to gasp out a command, "F-Fr-Judy. . . .oh-h-h-h-h. Y-You make
with the uh. . .uh noise and the moaning now. Oh-h-h-h-h-h!"
 
 Fraser felt his face flush, realizing he couldn't vocalize his role of
pleasure. In hushed tones he murmured, "I can't do that Ray."
 
 Ray jabbed him in the side, "Just do it! Oh-h-h-h-h-h!"
 
 Fraser shook his head, "I can't do it Ray. I won't sound convincing."
 
 Being sucked, licked, and having a rock hard erection without the benefit
of relief only aggravated matters for Ray. He was at his wits end with his
partner. He grabbed hold of Fraser's chin, shoving it up, exposing his
neck. Then, savagely, he sunk his teeth into his partner's neck.
 
 "O-w-w-w-w-w-w-w! Ra-a-a- a-Ange-e-e-e-el!"
 
 Ray disengaged his teeth from Fraser's neck and snickered, "They say
payback's a bitch pard!"
 He then pounced and mounted the Mountie. "Okay, Judy dear, let's have
some fun here! You're about to loose your virginity!"
 
 Fraser was shocked as he stared up at his partner. "Uh. . .Angel? What
are you. . . . ."
 
 Ray grabbed Fraser's wrists to prevent the Mountie from fighting him off
and leaned forward, pushing his hands up over his head, pinning him to the
bed. Now he was inches from the Mountie's startled face and whispered into
his mouth, "Look Frase, if the killer's watching us then we're doing it
right; if Vecchio and the duck boy's are watching then they'll get a free
show. I have no problem with it." Ray reached down and brushed his lips
across the Mountie's then commenced with the grinding and the sound
effects."O-o-o-o-oh Yes-s-s-s-s!. . . . . Yes! Just spread your legs open
for me
 Judy o-o-o-o-o-just like that baby!. . . . . um-m-m-m-m-m-m-m,
yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s sweetheart! Just
 touch me right. . . . .he-e-e-e-ere! Yes-s-s-s-s-s! . . . Yes!"
 
 Fraser was blushing every shade of red known to mankind, listening to
Ray's *pillow talk* So this is how Ray sounded in the heat of passion.
Fraser decided he sounded really good.
 
 Ray accommodated himself between his partner's legs and started pumping
against his crotch.
 
 Fraser's knees sprung up automatically as he became sexually aroused,
with Ray's erection
 pounding against him. He realized that Ray could feel his erection also,
but with what Ray was doing to him that was impertinent.
 
 Ray, still maintaining the hold on the Mounties wrists, leaned forward
and fastened his mouth to
 Fraser's. Covering Fraser's mouth with his own, he sucked his partner's
soft warm lips. Roughly nipping his partner's lips between his teeth, Ray
attempted to make him moan.
 
 Fraser couldn't contain the pleasure any longer and now moaned; the
gesture allowed Ray's tongue to slip into him. Ray's tongue was satiny and
Fraser could taste the sweetness of the cherry flavored drink Ray had
toasted with earlier. Fraser immediately reciprocated with his own tongue.
Now it was he who was allowing Ray to taste him.
 
 Ray moaned with the erotic gesture of having Fraser's tongue within him.
He decided he was going to have an orgasm whether the killer was present
or not. Fraser's tongue reaching deep inside of him sent his mind and cock
into a tail-spin. So far the room was quiet, except for the harsh sounds
of their heavy breathing. All kinds of thoughts crossed Ray's mind
especially the fact that this was just a job to Fraser. It had stopped
being a job for him since Vecchio stepped back into their lives. Now he
could honestly say that he was in love with his partner. He shut all those
thoughts out except for one. * God, having an orgasm in the process of
almost getting killed is really bad timing!*
 
 Fraser moaned softly and pulled his hands free from the ones that held
him captive. He reached down and secured the blond head to his mouth.
 
 Being held down only intensified Ray's sexual desire and he gripped
Fraser's shoulder for
 better leverage. Now he pumped his cock harder into Fraser's. Ray reached
down and pulled
 Fraser's night shirt up to make contact with his bare skin. The friction
between their hot skins
 intensified and Ray broke the kiss when he exploded, "Oh! Oh!
Ah-h-h-h-m-m-m-m-m-m!" Ray
 tried to suppress his cry of ecstasy and managed to shut if off when he
bit down on his lips.
 
 In the heat of passion Fraser gazed at his partner's chin jutting out as
Ray lifted his head into the air. Fraser realized what had just occurred
between them both but mostly what Ray had achieved. He could feel the
warm, wet stickiness between them as it escaped his partner's boxers and
seeped between his inner thighs. Then Fraser clamped a hand to Ray's
mouth, sensing someone near.
 
 Ray regained his senses quickly enough when he heard the noise himself.
He pulled the gun from under
 the pillow and held it beside Fraser's head. He knew he had a lot of
apologizing and explaining to do later.
 
 Within seconds the killer pounced on the bed, kicking the gun out of
Ray's hand.
 
 Ray yelped at the sudden sharp pain in his wrist, when he felt a boot
make contact with his hand.
 
 Fraser was on the killer within seconds and both went over the bed to the
floor.
 
 The killer flipped him over and pinned him down.
 
 Ray caught the glitter of the butcher knife over the killer's head, aimed
at Fraser's face. Ray screamed, quickly scampering to his feet then
springing on the killer. "NO-O-O-O-O-O!"
 
 Within seconds the front door flew open and someone flicked a switch,
flooding the entire room with light. Vecchio, Huey and Dewey ran in with
weapons trained at the group on the floor.
 
 Vecchio screamed, "Stop! Police! Move a finger and I'll shoot it off!"
 
 Ray already had the suspect pinned to the floor.
 
 Fraser reached for the knife and proceeded to stand up.
 
 Vecchio motioned for Dewey to handcuff their suspect, then offered Fraser
a hand.
 
 Dewey smiled and blinked at Fraser, "Whoa-a-a-a Fraser! You really make a
 great looking broad! Maybe you ought to invest in a sex change! Man! Look
at those legs!"
 
 Vecchio and Ray glared at him and grunted, "Shut up Dewey!"
 
 Fraser blushed and pushed the rumpled shirt down to cover his boxers.
Embarrassed by the
 remark he murmured."T-Thank you kindly Detective Dewey."
 
 Dewey was staring at Ray next and cat whistled. "Whoa-a-a-a Kowalski. . .
. nice legs! Those are real silk boxers aren't they? You need to wipe
that. . . you know.. . . Lipstick off your chin and
 mouth, Kowalski. Wonder how that got there?"
 
 Ray glared at him sarcastically. "Hardy har, har Mr. Funny man." He spun
around to wipe his
 face and noticed Vecchio was glaring at him. Vecchio was practically
shooting daggers from his
 eyes.
 
 Huey and Dewey cuffed the suspect and dragged him downstairs to their
car.
 
 Vecchio grabbed a napkin off the night stand and strolled over to where
Fraser stood. He reached
 over taking hold of the Mounties chin and proceeded to wipe the smeared
lipstick off his mouth.
 "You ok Benny? And what the fuck was going on in here anyway? What
happened to your pants, Benny? Why the hell are you practically naked?"
 
 Ray grabbed his jeans and slipped them on to cover the stickiness in his
boxers. Enraged by the
 Italian's nosiness he growled at him, "Dammit Vecchio! Of course he's
okay! What kind of
 stupid question is that. . . . I mean the man's a cop, for heaven's
sakes! He's very capable of
 taking care of himself in case you hadn't noticed.. . . . . He did
survive while you were gone, you damn idiot!"
 
 Vecchio strolled over to where Ray stood and glared at him, "Now look,
Stanley, let's get something straight between you and me. . . .Benny was
my friend long before you came along. We have a special bond between us
and heaven knows what you think you have! Now fuck off and get out of my
face! And Stanley, what the fuck was all that conversation about? You
accusing Benny of all kinds of shit..."
 
 Fraser stepped in immediately when he saw Ray flexing his fingers and
inching in closer to Vecchio. "No. . . . gentlemen, it's been a long day.
I think we all need to just go home for now."
 
 Vecchio and Ray glared at each other for a couple of minutes more, then
backed away.
 
 Vecchio stepped away from Ray and turned his attention to Fraser."You're
right about going home Benny. You got a lot of explaining to do! Come on,
just get your stuff together and I'll take you home."
 
 Ray glanced at Fraser and Fraser returned with a side glance. He wanted
Fraser to spend the night with him. As jealous as it sounded, he just
wanted Fraser to choose him over Vecchio. He wanted to tell the Mountie
that he just learned that he was in love with him.
 
 Fraser looked away from those baby blues that expected an answer. They
both knew what had occurred earlier between them and this confused Fraser.
He didn't know if Ray wanted him to stay or to leave him alone. Fraser
knew what he wanted, and that was to spend the night and finish what they
had started.
 
 Vecchio observed their silent stares at each other then repeated his
request, "Benny? Did you
 hear what I said? Get your stuff and let's get going. We have a long day
tomorrow."
 Ray collected the duffle bag off the floor and handed it to Fraser, "It's
ok Frase, I'll see you at work tomorrow. You go ahead and change into your
duds and we'll call it a day." Ray avoided his stare because he didn't
want Fraser to feel sorry for him. That was the last thing he wanted of
Fraser.
 
 Fraser accepted the duffle bag then turned his attention to Vecchio "If
you don't mind Ray, I need to stay and talk to. . . . .well, Ray. There is
something I have to tell him. Thank you kindly for the offer, but at the
moment I have to decline."
 
 Vecchio's smile wavered by a fraction then he narrowed his eyes at
Ray,"Well if he needs to talk to you what can I say? Just make sure he
gets home safely Stanley. And for crying out loud wipe that shit off your
face. Makes you look stupid!. . . . Night Benny!"
 
 Fraser smiled at his partner and nodded."Good night Ray."
 
 Vecchio left and headed for his car.
 **************************************************************
 
 Downstairs, sitting in the car, Huey turned toward Dewey. "Ok, cough up
the two hundred bucks, Dewey. As you can see, Vecchio is leaving the
building alone."
 
 Dewey shook his head, "No way! How are you so sure that Fraser and Ray
are going to do the
 sex thing?"
 
 Huey grinned and glanced up to the 7th floor of the hotel. He responded
rather smug, "Ah come
 on Dewey, you saw how they were both practically naked and let's not
forget the lipstick smeared on each others mouth. You also heard all that
moaning and sex talk coming out of that room. If your detective brain
functions like mine does then all you have to do is put moaning and dirty
talk together to equal sex. What do you think they were doing before we
busted in, Dewey? They sure as hell weren't playing cards."
 **************************************************************
 Ray strolled over to the bed and sat by Fraser. " You don't have to stay
Benton. I can take care of
 myself you know. I'm a big boy now."
 
 Fraser looked up into his blues and smiled."I know I don't have to stay
Ray. . . I chose to stay
 because I need to talk to you. I have something that is, well . . . . .
that is important that I feel you
 should know."
 
 Ray studied his partner's face then at the long shirt that barely covered
his assets. He noticed his dried semen on the inside of Fraser's thigh and
he couldn't believe his cock as it throbbed again.  

He shifted his stared up to those blue-gray's studying him and reached
over to gingerly wipe the lipstick off Fraser's chin, "You got lipstick
smeared on your chin and mouth Benton . . . Benton, you're pissed at me
right? I mean, now you're really gonna dump my ass because of what I did .
. . . Is that what you're gonna tell me. . . .I mean, what's gonna happen
to us now with Vecchio back? He wants you back with him, and I think. . .
. I think you want him back too. . ..That remark you made in the car. .
..The one about us being married. . ..well it got me to thinking. . . .
it's not like we're really married or anything. . . .right? So. . . . what
I mean is, you can always go back to Vecchio. You don't owe me anything
Benton."
 Fraser stared into his baby blues and could see the worry and sorrow in
them. He knew that if he
 chose to leave Ray it would really hurt them both. But he had no
intention of abandoning Ray. Never had any intention of leaving him in the
first place especially now when he just learned that Ray was in love with
him.
  

Fraser smiled and reached over to wipe the lipstick off his partner's chin
in return, "Ray, legally
 speaking, I cannot assure you of our married status. . . . . That is
something we're going to have
 to discuss with the priest. . . . But, you can rest assured that I will
honor the vows that I have made to you. I am bound by the laws of this
state to fulfill those promises.. . . .and Ray, please rest assured that I
am not going to *dump you* , as you say. Whether you like it or not, we
are now united by the vows that we have made."
 
 Ray let out a sigh of relief assured that Fraser was not going to dump
him. The rest he didn't fully
 understand, about being bound by law, but he was sure he could handle
that "Thank you Benton.... That means a lot to me.. . .Hey! This is a
pretty funny joke on us, huh Benton? I mean. . .You and me getting married
to each other?. . . . and you in a real wedding dress with a real priest
preforming
 the ceremony.. . . .Then sharing vows with each other. . . . to honor and
obey and all that stuff! Hey Benton, does that mean I'll hafta chance my
name to Stanley Raymond Kowalski-dash-Fraser now?"
 
 Fraser's eyes glittered as he smiled, "Well actually Ray, that sounds. .
. . . really nice. It sounds
 rather pleasant if you ask me."
 
 Ray stared at him trying to figure out if his partner was serious, then
cracked up laughing. A thought crossed his mind about the irony of
marrying Fraser. Now he didn't have to worry about Vecchio because Fraser
was married to him. It was just too hilarious and he slapped Fraser on the
thigh as he cracked up laughing again.
 
 Fraser smiled as they sat side by side, and then joined him in his
laughter.
 
 Ray then blurted out between laughs, "Hey Mr. Benton
Fraser-dash-Kowalski, how would you
 like ta go and break the news to your new mother-in-law?. . . Oh, that
just kills me, man! No wait! My mom is gonna kill me! I didn't even invite
her!" Ray cracked up again.
 
 Fraser patted his lap and added, "I really doubt that your mother would
approve of our marriage
 Ray. Especially since we married without her blessing. But before you
manage to laugh your head right off, I need to tell you something
important. . . . I do take my vows very seriously Ray. We did make
promises before a priest and God. . . . We are, as one would say, as good
as married."
 
 Ray stopped laughing and stared at his partner, questionably. He realized
that Fraser was serious but didn't know what he was serious about. "W-What
are you saying? What do you mean, we're as good as married? We can't be
married Frase."
 
 "Oh, we're most definitely as good as married, Ray and I do intend to
keep the vows that I have
 made to you. And Ray, I will expect you to honor your vows to me also."
Fraser locked into a
 serious stare with those puzzled baby blues.
 
 Ray was totally bewildered by what Fraser was saying. He couldn't believe
his ears. He then
 stuttered "V-Vows? Fraser, Benton. . . .you just said we weren't legally
married. Didn't you
 just tell me that earlier? Cause legally we can't be married Fraser."
 
 Fraser noticed the panic in his blues and nodded. "Correction. I said
that due to the absence of a
 marriage certificate we might not be legally bound in holy matrimony. But
Ray, we made vows to each other before a priest and God. . . . . So,
therefore, we are bound to one another."
 
 Ray was totally flabbergasted now. His mind was trying to comprehend what
Fraser was explaining to him. Thoughts just zoomed in from every
direction. * Now what the hell is he telling me? Could I really be married
ta Fraser? Nah, that's not what he's saying cuz it wasn't a real ceremony.
. . I mean the wedding was real, the other couples were real, the priest
was real, but me marrying Fraser was not real. What does he mean by vows?
That I have to obey him? He could not be saying what I think I'm hearing.
Nah, it just can't be, we're not married at least not legally. *
 
 Fraser then changed the subject. "Ray. . . . . when you were singing at
the reception. . . . . what
 were you reflecting on? You sang with such sensitivity and emotion."
 
 Ray shook the other thoughts away, then recalled the singing and blushed
as he glanced at Fraser. He didn't want to tell Fraser that he had been
singing to Stella at first, then had switched to Fraser."Y-You liked my
singing?"
 
 Fraser smiled, "Well of course I did Ray. You sang with such sentiment."
 
 Ray blushed, bowed his head and reached over to squeeze Fraser's leg. The
one with the dried semen on it and that shook him again. He could feel the
warmth of Fraser's bare leg on his fingers. Touching the shaved, muscled
leg sent shivers up his spine and he quickly pulled his hand away.
 
 Fraser noticed his uneasiness. "Are you okay Ray?"
 
 Trying to make light of the situation, Ray changed the subject, "Hey! Did
I mention that you were doing a great job! You were fantastic with. . . ."
Ray stopped suddenly because he was going to say 'turning me on'. His mind
drifted back to the fantastic orgasm he had earlier with Fraser and knew
that
 Fraser had not mentioned it yet. In fact his silks were still clinging to
him with the stickiness. He searched his brain for safer ground. Then he
remembered Fraser had started to ask something when the killer bushwhacked
them. "Hey Benton, earlier when we were uh . . . .in bed you started to
say
 something and I covered your mouth. What were you going ta ask me?"
 
 The question he meant to ask rushed into his brain and Fraser pursed his
lips. He suddenly felt
 shy and embarrassed. He looked down at his knee and murmured, "Ray, well
it seems. . . . Well,
 when we were embraced, or should I say, when you mounted me, I felt. . .
. . Well. . . .Oh Dear."
 
 Ray blushed and was now, embarrassed himself, but was curious to what
Fraser had to say. He tried to help him along, " I think, I think I know
what you're gonna say. . . . . You felt me uh. . . . . you felt something
between us and uh. . . . well then I sorta . . . you know lost it and uh .
.Never mind." Ray felt humiliated because Fraser might think he was a
freak. Fraser most definitely thought that he was gay by now. * Damn him,
he's just sitting there staring at me!. . . should I tell him that I wanna
sleep with him and totally freak him out?!*
 Fraser did'nt even blink at Ray's feeble attempted explanation, but he
was disappointed that Ray
 hadn't vocalize what was on his mind. * Oh Dear, and I thought he really
wanted to be intimate with me. But what about all those signals? What
about the passionate kissing? Could I have misjudged the situation? Was
this just a job to him?. . . . . but I have evidence that he had an
orgasm! I think I would anger him if I ask him to become intimate with me.
I yearn to feel his embrace and
 passionate kisses once more.. . .Feel those strong arms wrapped around
me. . . . Feel his intense desire
 and need for me!. . ...Oh dear! Could he have been attracted to me
because he envisioned me as a
 woman?*
 
 The silence aggravated Ray more then his constant blabbering, "Well
Benton? Say something!"
 
 Fraser pursed his lips and anxiously stared into Ray's blues. He then
proceeded. "R-Ray. . . I-I
 did feel . . . that is. . . . .I thought you wanted to. . . . Ray I want
to be intimate with you."
 
 Ray's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe what Fraser just said.
The request totally shocked him "D-did you just say that you wanna sleep
with me, Benton? Did I hear you right? You're not like uh. . . . Like
joking with me are you? I mean cause you're not even gay! This is serious
stuff here Benton. It's not like we're gonna hold hands or somethin' so
simple."
 
 Fraser reached for Ray's hand; then, lifting it to his lips, he placed a
kiss on the palm. He nodded "I'm very serious to what I have proposed Ray.
And no, I wasn't gay but being with you means more. . ..I want to be with
you more than.. . . .I thought that maybe you might want to be intimate
with me also."
 
 Ray was stunned but relieved that his partner could read him like an open
book. He smiled.
 "Oh God, I sure as hell wanna sleep with you, so badly that it hurts
Benton."
 
 Fraser blushed and turned away, focusing on the dried semen on his leg.
 
 Ray reached and cupped his chin, turning his head to face him. He leaned
forward and pressed
 his lips to Fraser's.
 
 Fraser inhaled sharply when he felt Ray's soft lips against his again. He
was totally relieved that Ray
 had not turned him away.
 
 Fraser embraced Ray and pulled him in closer. Ray's kisses were hot and
intense like he knew they would be. His lips were soft and velvety,
pressed against his own. Ray then stroked Fraser's lips with his tongue
and the Mounties lips parted. He was enraptured as Ray suckled his bottom
lip, nipping it between his teeth.
 
 The passionate kisses produced and instantaneous erection for the
Mountie. He was aware that Ray could be as aggressive in lovemaking as he
was at being gentle. The feather-light kisses were
 driving Fraser crazy and he wanted more of Ray. His body was inflamed by
Ray's touch and now his cock ached with an insatiable thirst. There had
been too many lonely nights to fend for himself. But now that Ray desired
him he was more then ready to receive.
 
 Ray was fighting his own lustful demons. He needed Fraser to take him and
make passionate love to him. He wanted that probing tongue exploring every
inch of his body. Especially using that beautiful mouth to suck certain
parts of his anatomy. The thought made him shudder and send a chill up his
spine.
 
 Fraser prodded Ray's mouth, desiring to taste his partners inner
warmness.
 
 Ray's hormones raged sending his mind into a tail-spin. His cock was
ready to be devoured by his partner's hungry mouth .
 
 Ray reached down and yanked Fraser's shirt up from him so he could touch
the warm skin underneath. He ran both hands across his muscled back,
clawing him firmly but gently.
 
 Fraser mimicked Ray and ran his hands over partners taut chest. Caressing
the hairless, warm skin under the pads of his fingers, he sensed his
partner's rapid heartbeat underneath.
 
 Ray managed to whisper between kisses, "Benton. . . . . (kiss). . . .are
you. . . (kiss). . . sure about
 this?"
 
 Fraser exhaled sharply. "Yes. . . . .Yes, I am definite about this Ray."
 
 As soon as Fraser breathed out his answer Ray broke the kiss and pushed
him on his back. He snaked his hand into Fraser's boxers and gripped the
Mountie's rock hard cock..
 
 Fraser gasped and arched his back up, pushing his erection into Ray's
 hand releasing a moan.
 
 Ray was on his neck now, kissing it feverishly, sucking it greedily and
leaving wet, red love marks all over him.
 
 Fraser twisted and writhed under Ray's body as his partner groped and
sucked him. The passionate onslaught of Ray's lips and fingers threaten to
drive him insane.
 
 Ray had his lips and hands all over Fraser' body, being rewarded with a
moan or a gasp from the Mountie. Ray pumped the Mounties shaft up and down
slowly at first, then quickened the momentum. It wasn't long before he was
rewarded with a loud moaning gasp that seemed to emanate from deep within
Fraser. Ray squeezed the mushroom tip as it shot the hot, wet, sticky
 juices all over his fingers. He then gazed at the Mounties face
fascinated by his beautiful expressions in the throes of orgasm. Under the
makeup and blond wig his partner was a beautiful sight. The muscles in his
face tensed, his eyes squeezed shut and his lips parted slightly, gasping
for air. Then his body went limp and a softness spread across his face. He
opened his eyes and turned his blue-greys toward Ray.
 
 Ray was smiling, satisfied with himself for placing that wonderful,
dreamy expression on Fraser's face. He reached over and kissed his nose
"You doing okay inside there, Benton?"
 
 Fraser was in a euphoric state of mind when he smiled, "Ah, yes Ray. . .
.I am doing fantastic in
 here. Thank you kindly. . . . . . Would you care to join me?"
 
 Ray grinned and kissed Fraser's neck. "I was kinda hoping you'd ask,
because
 I'd really like some of that."
 
 Fraser smiled, "Understood." He sat up and pushed Ray on his back,
straddling him. Reaching
 down, he sealed their lips together, delivering the same hot, tongue
kisses that Ray had bestowed on him earlier. Fraser nipped at his chin
hungrily and then ran his warm, tongue down his breastbone to his nipples,
sucking one nipple gently then nipping it between his teeth.
 
 Ray moaned softly feeling the Mounties teeth and long fingernails on his
chest. Fraser kissed
 him further down, stopping at his navel. He thrust his tongue into Ray's
navel, making him squirm and moan again. He heard Ray murmuring some
unintelligible words as his body twitched and writhed uncontrollably under
Fraser's caressing lips.
 
 Fraser reached over and lifted the boxers, exposing a white beautiful
hardened cock. He
 then pushed the boxer's down sensing Ray's urgency to be satisfied.
 
 Ray was delirious with the erotic seduction, "Oh God Benton-n-n-n-n-n,
please take me! Do it
 now-w-w-w-w!"
 
 Fraser took hold of his partners throbbing penis and swept his warm
tongue across it.
 
 Ray arched his body up to push himself into Fraser's mouth and screamed,
"Oh Jesus!".
 
 Fraser then wrapped his lips around the head and caressed the tip with
his tongue.
 
 Ray felt as his mind slip into a state of euphoria and praised whatever
saint let him live long enough to experience such ecstasy, "Oh God Benton
yer so-o-o-o-o-o-o good! O-h-h-h-h do that aga-oh-h-h-h-h-h-hyes-s-s-s-s!"
Moaning rapturously he grasped the wig, digging his fingers into it. He
struggled desperately not to yank the wig off his partners head.
 
 Fraser licked and sucked his balls eagerly as if he were some delicious
meal. He was tasting him,
 eating him, and enjoying every inch of him.
 
 Ray bit at his bottom lip as he reached down to grab his cock.
 
 Fraser pushed his hands away and again wrapped his lips around the head
of Ray's cock, sucking hard on it.
 
 Ray arched his body up and screamed when his mind and cock exploded
simultaneously.
 "AH-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h m-m-m-m-m-man-n-n-n-n-n! Oh God! Oh-h-h-h God!
O-h-h-h-h-h
 Benton-n-n-n-n!" A violent spasm shot through his body and he jerked as
he released his heated
 seed into Fraser's mouth. He moaned and quivered as the orgasm drained
his energy and his senses.
 
 Fraser glanced up to look at, Ray who was gasping for air and mumbling
softly. "O-o-o-oh God! O-o-o-oh thanks to whomever likes me up there! Oh
Lord."
  

Fraser gave him one more lick and Ray writhed, moaning quietly. Fraser
then crawled up his
 body and kissed his lips. "You're very welcome, Ray."
 
 Ray gazed lovingly into those blue-greys and smiled, feeling gratified by
his new lover. He was now totally captivated by the Mountie he had just
fallen madly in love with. Fraser proved to be a fantastic lover and there
was no way Ray was relinquishing any part of him to Vecchio. His eyes
 dropped lower to the hand resting on his chest and caught the glitter of
the wedding band on Fraser's finger and laughed.* There's no way I'm gonna
let him go Vecchio. You're just gonna have to stand in line behind
everyone else because this Mountie belongs to me and I intend to keep
him.* "Benton?"
  

Fraser was lying beside him staring into his baby blues. "Yes Ray?"
 
 "I'm in love with you, Benton. . . .Don't ever leave me, please."
 
 That made Fraser smile and reach up to caress the beautiful flushed
cheek, "I never intended to leave you Ray. I love you too."
 
 Ray was shocked to hear Fraser admit to be in love with him. "You are?!" 


Fraser grinned and nodded. "Of course."  

Ray smiled and reached over to lock lips with his lover again.
 ************************************************************
 It was several hours later, and three more fantastic sexual trysts, when
they came up for air. There were two respectively phone calls made to
their jobs about being late, and a huge lunch after their workout. It
would be mid-morning before they both headed back to work.
 *************************************************************
 Ray waltzed into the precinct flashing the biggest smile on his face.
Today he was the cat that ate the canary disguised in cardinal red. With a
coy, cocky gait he headed toward his desk.
 
 Huey elbowed Dewey, trying to get his attention so he could look at
Fraser.
 
 Fraser strolled in wearing his usual red serge tunic and donning his
Stetson, following Ray. He also wore a bigger grin on his face then the
one Ray was sporting.
 
 Dewey strolled over to Ray's desk and Huey followed.
 
 Leaning on Ray's desk, Huey commented, "Hey Fraser, what happened to your
neck? Those sure
 look like some mean bruises you got there."
 
 Fraser blushed and cleared his throat. He bowed his head and ran a thumb
nail across his
 eyebrow. "W-well it seems. . . . Ray. . . . That is. . . . Oh Dear."
 
 Huey and Dewey cracked up laughing at the way he stumbled over his words,
trying to respond.
 
 Dewey continued. "Uh- huh. Uh, Ray? Did he get a little too rough with
you on your honeymoon? So how was the sex? Is he any good in bed?"
 
 Huey cracked up laughing.
 
 Ray leaned back into his chair and snapped at Dewey, "Hey! Leave him
alone! Those are just 
 carpet burns he got during the raid! He was doing his duty and the carpet
bit him all right?! Besides,  

I'm damn good in bed, Dewey."
 
 Vecchio entered the bull room and spotted Fraser. He hurried over, "Hey
Benny! Good to see you finally arrived, I. . . . Good lord! What happened
to your neck?! What were you doing last. .
 ." He whipped his head in Ray's direction. He noticed the wide grin that
spread across Stanley's face and gasped in horror, "Good Lord! Please tell
me that you didn't!"
 
 Ray pointed to his chest, raised an eyebrow and grinned wickedly before
nodding yes.
 
 Fraser blushed a deep red that almost matched the color of his red serge.
 
 Vecchio grabbed Fraser's sleeve and dragged him towards his desk. He
growled at him, "Benny!
 Benny I hope you didn't . . . . .Benny did. . . Did that creep. . .Did he
manhandle you!? Did he. .
 . Oh God, did he rape you after I left the hotel?! I'll kill him! I swear
I'll kill him if he did
 anything to you!"
 
 Fraser stared into Vecchio's enraged eyes as the cop waited for an
answer. He glanced at his Ray then nervously looked down to his boots. He
glanced up and noticed that Vecchio's eyes were smouldering with anger.
 
 Vecchio couldn't contain the rage any longer and shoved him aside. He
pivoted and started for
 Raymond Kowalski.
 
 Ray was eyeing them from his desk and realized Vecchio was en route to
dismember him. He was expecting this to happen. But for right now, all he
wanted was for Vecchio to remove his hands from Fraser. He wanted Vecchio
to quit messing with his lover, so he was up on his feet ready to strap it
on.
 
 Dewey glanced at Huey and they both shrugged.
 
 Fraser snaked out an arm and grabbed hold of Vecchio, stopping him in his
tracks. They stared at each other and Fraser whispered, "Don't Ray! I-I-It
was consensual. I allowed him to . . . . I asked him to be intimate with
me."
 
 Vecchio glared at Fraser astonished by his revelation. He was shocked
that the Mountie allowed this to happen. It was inconceivable that his
best friend was actually sleeping with his replacement, Raymond
 Kowalski. This was just too incomprehensible and unreal.
 
 Ray was becoming impatient with the both of them. He wanted Vecchio to
come and kick his ass and get it over with.
 
 Fraser inched closer to his partner, "I'm sorry Ray. . . please try to
understand that. . ..I was waiting for this to happen between Ray and I..
. . I have wanted this for quite some time and you returning. . . well it
made things move faster. Ray and I have built a strong bond between us. A
unique relationship quite different from yours and mine. . . . I cherish
the friendship between you and I, but. . . .I need him in a different way
Ray. You and I. . . . Well I still need your friendship Ray. We have
always been good friends and I would hate to loose you over something that
you might not approve of. . . . . Please say that you understand, Ray."
 
 Vecchio stared at him totally bewildered by his friends request. There
was no way he could understand something like this. He was trying to
comprehend what Benny could possibly see in a Neanderthal that answered to
the name of Stanley Raymond Kowalski. Vecchio exhaled, then finally smiled
at Fraser. He knew there was nothing he could say or do to make Fraser
change his mind. The look in Fraser's eyes told him that he was in love
with Raymond Kowalski. He raised his hand and caressed his friends cheek.
 
 Fraser glanced toward Kowalski realizing the man hadn't removed his eyes
off him all this time.
 
 Vecchio also glanced at Ray. It was obvious the man was anxiously waiting
for Fraser to join him. Vecchio shifted his stare to Fraser and smiled,
"It's ok Benny, I do understand that this is what you really want. We'll
always be friends no matter what happens. If you think you can handle him
then there's not much I can say is there?"
 
 Ray couldn't handle the suspense any longer so he walked over to
Vecchio's desk.
 
 Huey and Dewey were waiting for some fist action.
 
 Ray stood beside Fraser and glared at Vecchio. "Look Vecchio. . . Some
things have changed
 since you've been gone. I know Fraser's your friend and all but he and I.
. .we sorta have
 something going between us. You're just gonna have to accept this. .
.whether you like it or not."
 
 Vecchio glared at Kowalski then noticed the glimmer on Fraser's finger.
He observed the wedding band that Fraser still wore. The one he used in
the ceremony to marry Kowalski. Somehow the thought enraged him even more
because he was the best man. Kowalski had managed to steal his
 best friend, and now was not the time to fight for Benny.
 
 Vecchio forced a grin then hesitantly offered his hand, " I know things
have changed Stanley. I was just made aware of how much things have
changed. . . . .Should I congratulate you on catching your man?"
 
 Ray glared at the hand being offered, not understanding what it was
supposed to signify. He knew Vecchio wasn't too thrilled at being replaced
in every way possible. Kowalski smiled and accepted the hand being
offered, for the meantime, "Yes, I did catch my man Vecchio. And we both
know that I got the better end of this deal."
 
 Fraser smiled somehow relieved that they had managed to work something
out.
 
 Vecchio grinned, "So Stanley. . . . How's your mom taking the news of
your marriage to Benny?"
 
 Ray was baffled by his question, "Why are you asking about my mom,
Vecchio?"
 
 Vecchio shifted his glance past him, " Oh I don't know,Stanley. Could be
because she just walked in? Hey Mrs. Kowalski, we're over here! Stanley's
got some great news for you! Don't you Stanley?"
 
 Ray whipped his body around quickly to look behind him.
 
 Mrs. Kowalski smiled and waved in their direction, "Stanley!"
 
 Vecchio looked at Kowalski "And just so you'll know Stanley, Father
Carson has informed me that you and Fraser are legally married. He said
that he needs to talk to both of you to make arrangements about dissolving
the marriage. So it would seem that congratulations are still in order	

Stanley."
 
 Dewey and Huey heard what Vecchio was telling Ray, and they cracked up
laughing.
 
 Vecchio joined them in the laughter, even though it hurt him.
 
 Fraser looked at Ray, who had a shocked look on his face.
 
 Ray stumbled over his words. "W-we're legally. . . . . he, he said. .
..we're married?"
 
 Huey hurried over to the group and grabbed hold of a book on Vecchio's
desk. He opened the book and stood before Fraser and Ray. Clasping the
book in both hands and clearing his throat he quoted, "Dearly Beloved we
are gathered here in the presence of God, to join these two people in holy
matrimony. . . . ."
 
 The End or is it?
 
 comments welcomed: droopy_jack@excite.com 
 
 Part two. . . "Perpetual Bliss"