Lights, Camera.Action, Scene Five	Lights, Camera.Action, Scene Five
by Zoe Rayne

 Author's webpage: http://www.chisp.net/~zoerayne/

 Author's disclaimer: The characters of Benton Fraser, Ray Vecchio, Meg
Thatcher, and Turnbull belong to Alliance, not to me (though I 
wish they did). I'm not writing this for profit, but for fun and out of
love for a couple of guys who deserve to be together - even if they have
to go through hell to get there. 

 Author's notes: This is part of the multi-author series "Lights, Camera,
Action" also known as "The Tape Train."

  

 Following hot on the heels of "Lights, Camera...Action, Scene Four" by
Mitch, I present: 

 LIGHTS, CAMERA...ACTION, Scene Five
 (c) 1996 by Zo Rayne <zoerayne@chisp.net> http://www.chisp.net/~zoerayne/


 Constable Benton Fraser arrived at the consulate ten minutes early on
Monday morning and quickly ducked into the equipment room to check on the
status of the errant video tape. The camera was in its place, and the tape
was still in it. Breathing a sigh of relief, he slipped the tape out of
the camera and into his pocket. If Inspector Thatcher had watched the
tape, he'd know as soon as she arrived. 

 Moments later he heard her rush in and then there was the sound of a door
slamming. After a while, the door opened again and he heard her voice. 

 "Constable, come into my office." It wasn't a request, it was an order.
Heart pounding, Fraser stepped through the doorway. 

 "Yes, sir?" Preparing himself for the dismissal, he stared at the wall
over Meg Thatcher's right shoulder. 

 "It looks like we're going to be the only two here today, so I need you
run errands for me," she said, noting his lack of outward reaction and
wondering whether he and Ray had even noticed that the tape had gone
missing. 

 "I'll do my best, sir." 

 "Find me the sign-out sheet for the video camera." Now that got a glimmer
of a response in those steel-blue eyes, she thought. "I signed it out this
weekend, but was so tied up with other things that I never managed to get
started on my project. I dropped it off early and I'm planning to get it
next weekend instead. Pencil me in on the sign- out sheet, will you?" 

 "Yes, sir." Fraser studied her as unobtrusively as possible. She was
slightly flushed, but... Well, since there seemed to be no repercussions,
he would assume that she had not viewed the tape he and Ray had made. Or
at least that she wasn't going to mention it if she had. 

 "That's all for now. I'll let you know when I need something else." Her
voice carried a trace of a tremor. Sure, she thought, Constable, bring me
your lover and go away for a couple of hours. That would go over well,
wouldn't it? 

 "Yes, sir." 

 When he pulled the equipment sign-out sheets, his heart nearly skipped a
beat. Penciled in under Thatcher's name was Turnbull's. If she returned
the camera early, he could have borrowed it and seen the tape. Of course,
there was no way of knowing, since he wasn't here today. 

 When his shift was up, Fraser walked out the door of the consulate and
crossed the street to where Ray was waiting nervously for him in the Riv. 

 "How'd it go, Benny?" Ray asked. What he really wanted to ask was whether
Benny was still a Mountie, but it seemed safer this way. 

 "Fine, Ray." He pulled the tape out and waved it briefly before returning
it to the safety of his pocket. 

 "She say anything to you?" 

 "Only that she didn't get a chance to use the camera, and she wanted me
to reserve it for her for next weekend." 

 Ray relaxed into his seat, more at ease than he had been all weekend.
"Great," he said, "So we don't have to worry anymore, huh?" He smiled and
then reached over to stroke Benny's thigh. 

 Benny looked over at Ray. He hated having to do this, especially when Ray
was touching him like that. "Well, Ray, there is one slight problem." 

 "Yeah?" Ray glanced at him suspiciously, his hand sliding away from
Fraser's crotch. "What is it?" 

 "It's possible that Turnbull signed the camera out after the Inspector
returned it." Ray was silent. "Ray?" 

 "Yeah, Benny?" 

 "Are you okay, Ray?" He reached out and gently touched Ray's cheek. 

 Ray smiled slightly, "Yeah, Benny, I'm okay. Better for Turnbull to see
it than the Dragon Lady. Course, he could tell her about it...but we've
got the hard evidence in our hands, so I guess I shouldn't be too
worried." He turned the wheel and pulled in to park at Fraser's apartment
building. 

 "Well, Ray, that's assuming that this is the tape we made." 

 "You mean you didn't check it? Benny!" He hit the brakes harder than he
meant to and the car jerked to a stop in the parking space. 

 "It would hardly have been appropriate to watch it while I was at work,
Ray. Not to mention...distracting." 

 Ray was up the stairs first, taking them two at a time. He was so anxious
to check on the tape Benny had retrieved that he was willing to forego
watching the Mountie's ass as he ascended the stairs--usually one of his
favorite passtimes. 

 As soon as they were inside he held out his hand for the tape. Fraser
handed it to him and proceeded to unbutton his serge jacket. Ray was
almost distracted by the sight of his lover in increasingly less clothing,
but his arousal was quickly squelched by the thought of Fraser losing the
uniform he loved, permanently. Of course, he himself would probably be
booted off the force. 

 "Relax, Ray. I'm sure it's the right tape." Fraser continued to strip as
Ray turned on the TV/VCR and popped the tape in. Pressing the "Play"
button, Ray sat on Fraser's bed and watched the screen, butterflies
slam-dancing in his gut. 

 The first thing they heard was Inspector Thatcher's voice, "Here. This in
here, and the copy in this machine. Now." Slowly the image came into
focus. It was Turnbull. Suddenly he turned and hefted a chair containing
Meg Thatcher into the spot next to him. 

 "Benny, I think you'd better come here," Ray called across the room.
Visions of living out of the Riv, homeless and jobless, danced in his
head. Geez, he thought, I even hate the smell of dog food. 

 "All right, Ray. What is it?" Fraser, now wearing only his boxers, walked
over to the bed and turned to face the screen. Ray reached up and put his
hands on either side of his lover's waist. He pulled gently until Fraser
was sitting on the bed next to him. 

 At that moment they heard their own voices, muffled, on the tape. Ray
blinked as the woman on screen--so different from the Meg Thatcher he was
used to seeing--loosed Turnbull's cock from his pants and began to suck,
all the while keeping an eye on the television screen that could barely be
seen in the corner of the frame. 

 "Well, Benny," Ray nearly whispered, "it looks like you were wrong. Not
only did the Dragon Lady see our tape, but it looks like she and Turnbull
decided to make a sequel." 

 Meg pouted prettily. Ray had certainly never seen any indication of this
kind of passion in the Inspector before. Cold as ice, she was. Or, at
least, he had thought she was. 

 As they continued to watch the tape, fascinated in the same way that a
bird is said to be fascinated by a cobra, Meg dropped on top of Turnbull
and began kissing her way down his body. The onscreen duo moved slightly
so that both could watch the TV and suddenly Fraser realized what exactly
they were doing. 

 "Ray, that's not a sequel, it's a remake." 

 "What?" Ray turned his head away from the screen. 

 "They're imitating us, Ray." 

 "Are you nuts, Benny?" Ray stared at him in disbelief. "For one thing,"
he said, "she's got the wrong equipment to be doin' what we were doin'." 

 "No, Ray, I'm sure of it. Look." He directed Ray's attention back to the
screen, where Fraser's own voice could be heard directing Ray to, "Say
please." 

 Turnbull gasped. "Please," he groaned out the word. 

 "Well fuck me!" Ray exclaimed, earning a slight smile from Fraser. 

 "I think that's her idea, Ray." 

 "Not right," Turnbull murmured. "Ben... Ben..." It certainly looked right
to Ray. As a matter of fact, it looked like Turnbull should be having a
pretty good time, judging by the way Meg's red-lipsticked mouth was
sliding up and down his cock. 

 "Wow," Ray said. "You mean we got them to do that? Just because they
watched our tape?" The situation, the sex on screen, and Fraser's body
next to his were all conspiring to bring back the erection that had been
dispelled by his earlier anxiety. 

 "Yes, Ray. Television can have a powerful influence on people." 

 Ray looked at him sharply. There were times when he couldn't tell whether
or not the Mountie was joking, but this time there was an unmistakable
twinkle in those azure eyes as Fraser moved toward him. 

 He unbuttoned the front of Ray's shirt and slowly slid it down. It
bunched up, the cuffs still buttoned around Ray's wrists. Benny put his
hands on Ray's shoulders and pushed him back until he was lying across the
bed. Hands still on Ray's shoulders, his lips brushed along Ray's neck,
down across his collarbone and his mouth closed on Ray's left nipple. 

 "Ohhhh," Ray moaned. The feeling was electric and he thrust his hips
forward, aching to free his still-trapped cock. He reached up to touch
Benny and realized that his shirt effectively bound his wrists. He could
reach himself enough to rub at the throbbing erection and free it from
captivity, but he could only barely brush his lover's skin with his
fingertips. 

 "Benny," he mumbled. 

 "Oh, Ben," the TV echoed in Turnbull's voice. "Do it, Ben." 

 "My hands, Benny. . ." His voice caught in his throat as he caught that
twinkle again. God, he thought, not for the first time, he has got to be
the sexiest man alive. 

 "They're right where they belong, Ray," Fraser said softly, his hands
moving down Ray's chest. Slowly his mouth sought out Ray's cock and teased
the tip gently with his tongue. Ray started to sit up, but he pulled away.
"No, Ray. Lie still or I'll have to stop." Ray quickly lay back. He wasn't
going to do anything that would jeopardize getting one of Fraser's great
blow jobs. 

 One hand slid lightly, loosely up and down his own cock and sent shivers
of pleasure up and down his body. He used the other hand to hold Ray at
attention, pointing straight at the ceiling. He ran his tongue lightly up
and down the underside of Ray's cock a couple of times, eliciting twitches
and moans from his partner. Looking up, he could see that Ray's attention
was drawn to the television, where Meg was moaning loudly. Taking
advantage of this distracted state, Benny suddenly took Ray's cock in his
mouth and deep into his throat, feeling it's hardness filling him. 

 Ray's whole body shuddered and he moaned loudly. "Oh, god, Benny. You're
gonna kill me." 

 Ray's reactions were turning Fraser on even more than before. As he began
to move his mouth and hand up and down along the shaft of Ray's cock,
feeling how hard and responsive it was, with his other hand he stroked his
own cock faster. He could feel the throbbing against his tongue. The
pulses became harder and he thrust Ray's cock deep into his throat. Ray's
muscles tensed and his hands reached uselessly for the Mountie as he came,
his come filling Fraser's mouth. Fraser could barely swallow as his own
orgasm threatened to black out the rest of the world. 

 "Ben! Oh god, Ben. Please. Oh, oh." Turnbull climaxed. 

 Fraser collapsed next to Ray, his breath coming in gasps. As the moments
passed, neither man spoke--holding one another was enough. 

 "...locking myself in the consulate bathroom..." came Turnbull's voice.
It suddenly began to dawn on Fraser why Turnbull was always locking
himself in. This information, Fraser thought briefly, was going to make
work awkward. 

 Eventually, Ray slid his hand from under Fraser's waist and sat up. He
reached for his jacket, which was on the floor beside the bed, and began
to rummage in the pockets. 

 "What are you looking for, Ray?" 

 "My handcuffs." 

 The End