This story is slash, containing characters who (sadly) do not belong to me
and both happen to be men who want to have sex with each other. I'm not
writing this for any gain other than my own personal amusement. Rating -
NC-17. No, really, lots of sex in this one. Lots and lots.   

Here it is, part nineteen in the twenty-one part "One Ray, Two Ray, Old
Ray, New Ray" series (with all due deference to Dr. Suess), which has
something in it to please or offend everyone, including Fraser/Kowalski
pairings, Fraser/Vecchio, and even Vecchio/Kowalski. You have been warned.
  

This episode takes place approximately eight months after the events of
the series finale, and almost two weeks after "In From the Cold." All
previous stories archived at http://www.frontierz.com/socket 

Permission granted to archive at Witnesslist, and any and all other Due
South archives. Any others, please let me know first.  

any comments, suggestions, or complaints can be sent to me at
magik@socket.net   

This one's for Mitch, who wanted to see his man Vecchio get some action.
And also to Hth, who's been begging me for it since the beginning of the
series. But then, she deserves it, since it was all her idea in the first
place. The fact that these last four stories exist is all her fault. Blame
her or thank her, at your discretion.  "Menage-a-Ray"  Barbara J. Webb	

 The screaming in the kitchen was loud enough Ray could still hear at
after firmly closing his bedroom door. Maria and Frannie. He had tried,
briefly, to interfere, to calm them down, but when that had only turned
their venom on him rather than each other, he had realized his tactical
error and retreated. Too late to leave the house, but too early for Ray to
go to sleep, Ray opted for a long, hot shower, hoping the added noise of
the water would be enough to remove him from his siblings.  

 Stepping under the flow, Ray ran a hand over his chest, back along his
scalp - wondered just how long he was going to be able to keep hold of
what hair he had left. It all seemed to be deserting him; nothing like a
dangerous undercover stint with the mafia to speed along that male pattern
baldness. He hadn't felt too bad about it since that cute blonde daughter
of Tortelli's had said he looked sexy this way. Which only confirmed what
Vecchio had suspected all along. 

 Low grade horniness combined with languid boredom, and Vecchio found
himself idly jerking off. Not yet entirely serious about it, Ray searched
for a good mental image to settle into, something he could wrap his
thoughts around. The girl at the toll plaza - the one who'd flirted with
him over change. No, too much work; he'd have to make up what she would be
like in bed. There were the old standbys, Michelle Pfeiffer, John Travolta
- but neither held his attention. Someone more familiar, closer to him.
Elaine? No, tonight he felt more in the mood for a man.  

 Fraser. Now there was some fine fantasy material. Although Ray always
felt a bit sleazy thinking about Benny like that. Not that he didn't think
about Benny a lot that way, but doing it deliberately seemed a bit
more...kinky.  

 Of course, when thinking of Fraser these days, it was hard to keep his
pretty blonde shadow from springing to mind. Speaking of fantasy material.
Kowalski, now there was sex on the hoof, and no guilt issues.  

 Kowalski, with that 'I dare ya' smile and ludicrous hair, that long,
lithe body, those muscles that were always so beautifully defined under
his tight t-shirts - the only reason Vecchio might be persuaded to allow
him to keep hold of his atrocious fashion sense. His hands, the bracelet,
the attitude, the tattoo. All put together, the man was liquid sex. Even
Vecchio couldn't deny just how attractive he found Kowalski, and in the
privacy of his own shower, why should he have to? 

 Taking a firmer hold of his cock, Ray leaned one arm against the cool
tiles that covered the wall from the edge of the bathtub up. He closed his
eyes, stroking slowly up from the base. He wasn't completely hard yet, but
getting there. 

 Kowalski. Rapid-fire images shot through his head: Kowalski squinting
against the sun, in those adorable glasses he couldn't hit the side of a
barn without; Kowalski sitting in Armando Langoustini's hotel room, daring
Ray to do anything - anything; Kowalski stretched out below him, naked,
straining.  

 *How did it start between you two, Benny? Did you want him from the first
time you saw him? Like I did? Well, okay, maybe the very first time I was
a bit more worried about you, but definitely the second. Working that case
- bet you two were great together from the beginning. Probably just
snapped into being partners, just clicked, not like you and me. Took us a
while to get used to each other.  

 *How did you first see him? Was he just standing in a doorway, leaning on
his elbow, one hip pushed out in that 'fuck me' pose? Or did he get to
make an entrance, sweep into the room, take it over, fill it up with that
'I'm here; I'm cool, deal with me' attitude? God, he's sexy when he does
that.* 

 Ray's breathing was getting heavier, his hand moving faster. On each
upstroke, he twisted, rubbing his thumb across the head. The heat of the
water, combined with his arousal had turned the skin red, shiny, but Ray
wasn't looking; his eyes were closed, the better to fantasize.	

 Kowalski going down on him. Pretty pink tongue licking those pretty pink
lips before taking Ray into his mouth. The relish with which he'd always
seemed to enjoy it - like he was eating a popsicle or something. That was
the kind of man Ray liked to see, a man who could relish giving a good
blowjob almost as much as he did getting one.  

 Pretty Raymond. Blonde and beautiful. That face - Ray's dick moving in
and out of it. His eyes, sparkling, bright. All the energy bundled tightly
into that lean body always lit up his eyes like sparklers.  

 Ray's hips were moving against his hand; Ray's mind supplied Kowalski's
presence on the other end of his thrusts. The steaming water almost felt
like the burning, wet heat of Kowalski's mouth. He was so close. 

 Kowalski closing his eyes, focusing all his attention on Ray's cock.
Long-fingered hands clenching his ass, pulling on it to bring his hips
just a little close to Kowalski's lips. Kowalski pulling back, licking
Ray's semen off his lips, grinning. 

 There, that was the image. Waves of pleasure, both remembered and
immediate, surged through his body. His hips thrust forward, fucking empty
air, as he clutched at the curtain for support. He stood there, head down,
panting. It took longer for his breathing to come back under control than
it did for the water to wash away the evidence of his play. 

 When he shut off the water, there was no noise from the kitchen to greet
him. Peace and quiet reigned in the house, for the moment at least.  * * *
* * 

 "That is to say...no, that's not right. Rather...hmm. Relationships, Ray
- relationships are the foundation of...no. Friendship, yes, friendship is
one of the most important - are you following me at all? No. Perhaps if we
approached this from a different angle." 

 Ray Vecchio sipped at his after-dinner coffee, watching Fraser stumble
over whatever it was he was trying to say. Beside Fraser, Kowalski was
becoming more and more agitated as the Mountie tried again to speak. 

 "We are - that is, Ray and I - we are...yes, and you are our friend. Of
course, you know that. Yes. What I mean to say is-" 

 "He wants you to have an orgy with us." 

 "Ray!" 

 Vecchio spit his coffee all over Kowalski's kitchen table. "What?" 

 "You heard me." 

 "That isn't at all how I would phrase it. I don't think that word is
entirely appropriate." 

 "Benny, do you want me to have sex with you and Kowalski here?" 

 "Well, Ray, I...yes." 

 "Sounds like any orgy to me." 

 Fraser gave Vecchio that stern, 'you're just being difficult' look. "Now,
Ray, there is a certain connotation to that word that I hardly feel
applies here. We are not - it's not about...that is, not just about-" 

 "Benny," Ray cut him off. "You can't be serious about this." Fraser
couldn't be serious. This couldn't actually be happening. 

 "Why not?" 

 "Because it's - it's weird, that's why. What is this?" Fraser was
blushing, and it hadn't escaped Ray's attention the way Kowalski seemed to
feel his life depended on not letting his attention wander from whatever
was happening on the wall of the living room. "Is this - Kowalski, what's
going on here?" 

 The detective started to open his mouth, but Fraser cut him off. "It was
all Ray's idea." Vecchio didn't miss the sharp jerk as Ray kicked Fraser
under the table. "Ray - what - it *was* your - stop that!" 

 "Your idea, Stanley?" 

 Kowalski shrugged, but still wouldn't look Ray in the eye. "Sure, I
guess." 

 "You guess." Something wasn't completely right about this. The eager,
hopeful look in Fraser's eyes, the stony, sullen look of Kowalski's - he
just didn't have enough information yet to figure out what it meant. It
was simply difficult to focus his entire attention on the problem, since
his brain kept dragging him back to images of Fraser and Ray and him, all
together.... "Fraser, is this something you Canadians do all the time?
Cause if it is, I gotta tell you, it's not normal in America." 

 "To my knowledge, Ray, this is no more of a common occurrence in Canada
than it is here in Chicago. However," and there it was - Fraser's
lecturing tone, "I do feel obligated to point out that in general,
Canadians do tend to be a bit less...uptight about sex than is common in
the rather puritanical American model." 

 Vecchio flashed him a grin. "We don't need sex, Benny - we've got guns." 

 "Has it ever occurred to you that you - and I speak in the generic sense
her - might feel fewer urges to shoot people if you were less...um,
frustrated?" 

 "So what is this, you think I'm frustrated, on the verge of shooting
someone?" Although if he'd ever been at that point - right now, he felt
like he needed to do something. Scream, run, shoot - anything to get rid
of some of this tension. What was Fraser thinking? As if he didn't think
about the two of them enough, and here he was being offered this chance to
- to what? To live out the fantasies that crept up on him at night.  

 "No, of course not." 

 And still, Kowalski hadn't so much as glanced in his direction. What was
he - nervous, upset, embarrassed, something else? Vecchio could hardly
blame him. Personally, he would have been less addled if someone had hit
him upside the head with a two-by-four. "Look, Benny, while I appreciate
your offer, I don't really want to get dragged into the middle of whatever
weird thing you two got going here. Sorry." 

 Kowalski's palm slapped against the table, and Vecchio flinched at the
sudden sound of it. The blonde cop pushed back from the table, and went to
shut himself in his bedroom. "What's his problem?" 

 "I'm not sure." Fraser seemed almost as puzzled by Kowalski's behavior as
Vecchio felt. "Perhaps he feels rejected." 

 "Rejected? Come on, Benny. This is - this whole thing is just crazy. Why
are you doing this? Really, what's all this about?"  

 With more calm than his partner had exhibited, Fraser also pushed back
from the table, coming around to crouch in front of Ray, one hand resting
lightly on Ray's knee. "Ray, you are my friend. You and I, we have shared
so much, and I have always cherished that. And now I have this whole part
of my life - this wonderful, beautiful, exquisite part of my life that I
don't - can't share with you." 

 "C'mon, Benny. You never heard of talking? I seem to recall, maybe once
or twice, you've about worn my ear off trying to share something I wasn't
there for." Fraser's talk of his wonderful, exquisite, beautiful other
half was doing nothing to aid Vecchio's resolve.  

 "Sometimes I don't feel you give me your full attention. And I don't -
wouldn't feel entirely comfortable talking about it with you. You are, in
this, an outsider, and I don't care for that. I don't want you to be an
outsider, Ray. Once you've come in, then it would be different." 

 Of course Fraser was talking him into this. Fraser could talk him into
anything, and Ray knew that, and so the fact that he stayed to listen
meant that he really wanted to be talked into it. Big surprise there.
Looked like Mamma Vecchio had raised herself an idiot after all. "Okay,
Fraser. Just this once. For you." Only once. More than that - 

 But that was later, and Vecchio wasn't thinking about later. He certainly
wasn't wondering what would happen to them - to all of them after. Sex and
friendship - never the best mix. Friends don't let friends.... 

 Sliding one arm around Vecchio's neck, Fraser pulled him down for a kiss,
and Vecchio didn't fight it. Fraser's lips were soft, warm; his mouth
opened slightly under the pressure of Ray's. It was a sweet kiss,
betraying none of the passion Ray knew simmered beneath the Mountie's cool
demeanor.  

 As he pulled back, Vecchio's eyes feel on the door to the bedroom, still
closed. "You mind if I go talk to him a minute, just me?" 

 "Not at all." Now that Ray had agreed to do this, Fraser was beaming like
a nut. "I'll wait out here." 

 "Thanks, Benny." Kowalski was sitting on his bed, tossing a baseball up
into the air and catching it. Unless his habits had changed over the
years, Vecchio could take this as a good sign. If he were throwing it
against the wall, that would be a sign of anger or brooding; throwing into
the air simply meant thinking. 

 At Vecchio's entrance, Kowalski caught the ball, stared at him
challengingly. "What are you doing in here. My room, you can't come in.
Fraser let you in?" 

 "I'll come in if I feel like it." Ray went over to the bed, sat down
close enough that Kowalski was forced to either move his legs or have them
caught under Vecchio, glanced around. "Looks about the same as last time I
was in here. I think that shirt was in that exact same spot on the floor."


 "You want me to kick you in the head?" 

 Kowalski tensed as Vecchio rested a hand on his thigh, looked almost
ready to bolt. "Look, I, uh, I told Fraser yes." 

 The news didn't quite seem to thrill the spiky-haired cop. "Sure,
whatever. Fraser talked you into it." 

 "Yeah, I guess. Gave me a speech about friendship and sharing, and-" 

 "And it made you go all hard. Sure, I got it." 

 And Vecchio still couldn't figure the kid out. "Look, if you don't want
to-" 

 "Course I want to. My idea, right?" 

 "I don't know. Seems like you'd be a bit more eager if it was your idea."


 "You want eager?" Vecchio was knocked back onto the bed as Kowalski
propelled himself forward, landing on top of the Italian, his lips locked
against Ray's. Unlike Fraser, Kowalski made no attempt to disguise the
animal lust that fueled this kiss, and the electricity of it passed back
and forth between them. Vecchio actually found himself gulping for air
when Kowalski pulled back. "That eager enough for you?" 

 Ray saw no need to answer the question verbally, simply pulled Kowalski's
head back down. No more thinking, no more arguing, just simple
concentration on the rough feel of Kowalski's stubble rubbing against his
chin, the cracked feel of his winter-chapped lips, the warm eloquence of a
tongue twice as expressive in Vecchio's mouth than it ever managed to be
when forced to communicate verbally. Kowalski's sweatshirt was balled in
Vecchio's fists, holding him down - not that he was trying to get away. 

 Vecchio managed to drag his mouth free just long enough to yell at the
door. "Fraser, you waiting for a subpoena?" 

 Not a heartbeat later, Fraser was sitting on the bed beside them. "I was
simply waiting for you to finish your discussion." 

 "Done. Vecchio talks too much - had to shut him up." Ray pushed at
Kowalski's shoulder, rolling the slighter man off him playfully so that he
ended up wedged between Ray and Fraser. Drawing a hand affectionately down
Kowalski's chest, Fraser smiled at Vecchio, who sat up to draw him into a
kiss not far removed from the one he'd just shared with Kowalski. Ray's
hand met Fraser's on top of Kowalski, separated, met again as they stroked
the writhing detective. 

 Kowalski let out a sigh, and Vecchio broke away from Fraser to look down
at him. "Problem there, Stanley?"  

 "Just you two - you look so good like that. Kissing." 

 "Hmm." Vecchio pinched at a nipple through Kowalski's shirt. "Glad you're
enjoying it." A brush of his lips back against Fraser's, then another, and
then the Mountie was leaning down to kiss his partner. Vecchio took that
opportunity to unbutton his shirt, toss it on the floor - ignoring the
little nagging voice that insisted the silk was going to wrinkle horribly
under such treatment. Other things were important right now. 

 Like Fraser, back to kissing him again, chewing at his lip. The Mountie
would nip sharply, then soothe the area with his tongue, before slipping
it back into Vecchio's mouth. A hand - too large to be Kowalski's - was
slowly running up his thigh. Where were Kowalski's hands? 

 A quick glance down, and Ray found them. Gazing raptly up at Vecchio and
Fraser, Kowalski had opened his jeans and had his hands inside, rubbing
himself as his hips lifted several inches off the bed. "Getting eager
there, Kowalski?" 

 "You both looked kinda busy there, Vecchio."  

 Ray ran his hands down Kowalski's arms, pulled Kowalski's hands out from
his pants. "Slowly, Stanley." 

 Kowalski groaned, pulled free of Vecchio's grip. "I hate that. Whenever
you say 'slowly, Stanley,' it means I'm not going to like it." 

 "You don't think?" Moving his hands under Kowalski's shirt, Ray rubbed at
the detective's flat stomach, smiling as Kowalski arched into his touch.
"When did you ever not like it?" 

 "Well, you know, at the time. Was always good later." 

 "I guess we can't have that." Ray continued to stroke at the twitching
golden skin. "What would make you happy right now?" 

 The shit-eating grin that came to Kowalski's face seemed to stretch from
his ears to the flashing grey-green eyes. "Somebody sucking my dick." 

 Fraser had been silent during the entire interchange, his attention
moving back and forth between the two Ray's, his tongue flicking out to
lick his lips in what Ray guessed to be an entirely unconscious gesture.
"Think you can handle that, Benny?" 

 "I certainly wouldn't want to keep you from it, if that were something
you wanted to do." 

 "No, you go ahead." Ray had other ideas. He watched as Fraser quickly,
efficiently brought Kowalski to a state of complete nudity, brushing his
fingers through Kowalski's hair in a way that made it stick out even more
than usual. The remainder of his own clothes were only in the way, so he
kicked free of those as Fraser's mouth descended onto Kowalski's cock. 

 Now that was a beautiful sight, the gorgeous blond stretched out, curved
ever so slightly towards the gorgeous Mountie, who's red tongue stood out
in perfect relief against the creamy-gold skin of Kowalski's erection.
That image alone was worth any trouble that might come out of this little
escapade, and Ray knew with absolute certainty there was only better to
follow. 

 He slid off the bed, moving behind Fraser where the Mountie knelt between
Kowalski's legs. The flannel shirt was easy to remove without breaking
Fraser's contact with his partner; the jeans took a bit more work, but
with Fraser's help, he was able to remove those too without interrupting
Kowalski's requested blowjob. Ray lingered a bit longer over Fraser's
boxers, running his hands over Fraser's ass. Stroking with the thin
fabric, Ray was completely aware of how the motions would similarly drag
the material across Fraser's cock. There was a low rumbling in Fraser's
chest, and he pushed back against Ray. 

 "Like that, do you, Benny?" He wrapped one arm around Fraser's waist,
leaned forward to kiss along the line of Fraser's shoulder. The other hand
found Fraser's erection through the fabric, held it tightly. "You look
great like that, you know? His dick in your mouth." Ray tensed and
released the muscles in his hand, but didn't move it. Fraser tried to
thrust, but Ray only moved with him. "I love it when you're like this,
hot, desperate, animal. Do you have any idea how much it turns me on?" 

 From behind, he sucked on Fraser's earlobe, running the tip of his tongue
along the edge. Fraser groaned, stopped what he was doing long enough to
turn his head and kiss Ray possessively. Vecchio could taste Kowalski's
salty, caffine-sharp flavor on Fraser's tongue and lips. Kowalski
whimpered at the loss, and Vecchio leaned back so Fraser could return to
his oral attentions. 

 Climbing back onto the bed, Vecchio stretched out next to Kowalski,
brushing his hand along the length of the narrow torso. "That feel good?"
he whispered against Kowalski's ear, indicating Fraser with a nod. 

 "Oh yeah." Kowalski's eyes didn't open, but his head turned enough he
could blindly nibble along Vecchio's chin. "Fraser ever done this to you?"


 "Once," Vecchio answered without thinking. The timing of that once might
have sparked an argument - a fight Vecchio really wanted to avoid at the
moment - but Kowalski let it go.  

 "Always wondered where he learned to do that. Was afraid to ask." 

 Vecchio's chuckle became a gasp at the feel of Kowalski's teeth, light
against the sensitive skin in the hollow of his throat. "Secret Mountie
training camps?" 

 "Yeah, that's what I always figured." Kowalski lifted his head, opened
his eyes. "And in the department, all we ever got was self-defense and
suspect grabbing. You ever feel cheated?" 

 Vecchio stared pointedly at the Mountie. "Do you?" 

 That beautiful smile - how could anyone be that radiant? "Naw, not me. I
feel pretty fucking lucky."  

 Leaning over, only the thinnest breath of air separating their lips,
Vecchio returned the grin. "Bet I can make you feel luckier." 

 Closing the distance, Kowalski circled Ray's lips with his tongue. "How
you gonna do that?" 

 "You'll see, Stanley." Reaching over Kowalski for the bottle of lotion on
the night stand, Vecchio squirted a liberal amount into his hand. 

 "Hate it when you call me that, Vecchio." 

 "Get used to it." 

 With the practiced ease of one long accustomed to anticipating the needs
of others, Fraser pulled at Kowalski's hips, adjusting him so that Ray lay
stretched out on his side. Then, with that extra layer of thoughtfulness
that made Fraser so special, the Mountie reached around to help guide
Vecchio's cock so that it slid into Kowalski.  

 For a moment, Vecchio lay still, his body pressed against Kowalski's lean
form, re-acquainting himself with the warm, tight feel of Kowalski's ass
around him. "Baby, you feel great." 

 "C'mon, Vecchio," Kowalski whispered, tightening his muscles around Ray's
cock. "Fuck me."  

 Keeping a hand on Kowalski's arm to keep him steady, Vecchio thrust
slowly against Kowalski, finding a rhythm that matched Fraser's movements.
Small whimpers were escaping from Kowalski as his hips moved back and
forth, caught in the push-pull between Fraser and Ray. Resting his
forehead on the back of Kowalski's neck, Ray pressed harder, faster,
deeper. 

 Kowalski's orgasm sent the most incredible sensations through Ray, as the
detective's muscles rippled around him. Vecchio and Fraser both pulled
away, Fraser stroking his lover's thighs as Vecchio pulled Kowalski back
over onto his back to run his hands over Kowalski's chest. "Damn," the
blonde Ray murmured. 

 "You going to be okay?" Vecchio teased, leaning down to lick one of Ray's
nipples like a cat. "You're looking a little brain damaged, there." 

 "I feel a little brain damaged." 

 Warm, strong hands slid around Vecchio from behind - Fraser. He allowed
himself to be pulled against the solid body, felt the press of Fraser's
erection against his back. "Well, Benny, guess that leaves us." 

 "I suppose it does." Those fingers, capable of such delicate precision,
were following the lines of Ray's chest, leaving lines of warmth that
didn't dissipate immediately. The rise and fall of Fraser's chest, the
feel of the air moving against his neck, Ray could feel the shaky, uneven
quality of Fraser's breathing. The Mountie was on the edge, ragged with
passion, and that thought was almost enough to get Ray off just sitting
there. 

 "What do you want, Benny?" The words came out as a whisper, as Ray leaned
his head back against Fraser's shoulder, exposing his neck to the
Mountie's roaming mouth.  

 Fraser didn't answer immediately, trailing his tongue up from Ray's
collarbone, circling it around his Adam's apple, stopping at his chin to
kiss the spot. Under lowered eyelids, Ray's gaze sought Kowalski, who was
still lying on his back, watching the two of them, his expression one of
not-yet exhausted passion. It struck him like a brick to the head, the
force of the combined lust of these two men, focused, for the moment, on
him.  

 Fraser's rich baritone vibrated against Ray's throat. "I think the
arrangement we were just in was an outstanding one; it would simply
require some slight repositioning." 

 Definite possibilities. Ray screwing Fraser while Kowalski wrapped that
pretty mouth around Fraser's dick. Or, even better, Ray in the middle,
with Kowalski in front and Fraser behind. "What were you thinking, Benny?"


 "I...I think I just told you, Ray." 

 "But where do *you* want to be?" 

 "Well, I-" 

 Vecchio laughed lowly, shifted his entire body against Fraser's, rubbing
as many points as he could. "If you can't talk about it, you probably
shouldn't be doing it." 

 "Now, I hardly think that's an accurate-" 

 "Fraser." 

 Thank God for Kowalski's short attention span. The clipped interruption
seemed to bring Fraser back into focus. "I want...I would like
to...penetrate you, Ray." 

 "C'mon, Fraser, you can do better than that," Vecchio grinned. "I want to
hear you say 'Ray, I want to fuck you.' It's not that hard." 

 If possible, Fraser's breathing became even more ragged. "Ray," he
whispered, and his arms around Ray tightened, fingers dug into Ray's side.
There was the feel of teeth against Ray's neck, just the barest brush.
"Ray." Fraser's voice was rough with passion, no longer held quite so
tightly in check. "I want - I need - I'm going to fuck you." 

 The words themselves sent almost as much of an electric thrill through
Ray as the feel of Fraser's cock pressing into him. "Benny...Benny, God,
yes." 

 Fraser pulled them both down to the bed, Ray on his side with Fraser
behind. That put him staring directly at Kowalski, who advanced on Vecchio
slowly, never once taking his eyes off the Mountie and ex-cop. He moved
down between Ray's legs, but didn't immediately move to take up his part
of the triangle, instead simply resting his head on Ray's thigh, looking
up at Fraser and Ray. 

 Vecchio reached down to brush his fingers through that endlessly
fascinating hair. "You waiting for something?" It was a moment of personal
accomplishment to be able to form words, with Fraser inside him, still
moving with shallow strokes, finding a rhythm. The Mountie's heat soaked
into him from behind; Kowalski's heat radiated up from below - and here it
was Hell they'd always said was the hot place.	

 "You're just...you two are so...it's so beautiful."  

 "Come on, pretty boy, stop mooning and suck me." Kowalski simply smiled,
swirled his tongue around the head of Ray's cock just as Fraser thrust
deeply into him. "Oh, Jesus, Raymond, please." 

 Apparently finding some pity in his heart, Kowalski took Vecchio's entire
length into his mouth, just as Fraser pressed his entire length into Ray
for a second time. It was better than anything Ray could have imagined.
His fingers tightened on Kowalski's head, not pushing, just seeking some
sort of anchor. Fraser was practically growling at his ear, fucking Ray
with animal abandon. Kowalski lay still, letting Fraser's motion push
Vecchio in and out of his mouth, his eyes burning into Ray's.  

 Ray could feel his climax building, but fought it as long as he could,
not wanting this to ever end. Not ever. But he couldn't hold back forever,
could only ride the wave when it hit, letting his orgasm rip through him,
dragging a moan from his lungs. Behind him, Ray was dimly aware of Fraser
shuddering, clutching at him, but for that moment, he was trapped up in
his own explosive pleasure. 

 When he came back down, he leaned his head back against Fraser, stroked
an affectionate hand down Kowalski's cheek. "Wow." 

 Fraser's hand on his chin pulled his head gently around for a kiss. "Stay
here tonight," the Mountie murmured against his lips.  

 No one needed to twist his arm. "Sure, Benny." He turned to look down at
the blonde head pillowed on his leg, wrapped his other leg possessively
around Kowalski's waist, let out a sigh. "I sure don't want to go anywhere
right now." Kowalski kissed Ray's stomach, lightly petting the leg that
held him captive.  

 "Hey, leggo." Kowalski squirmed free, moving up to sandwich Vecchio
between himself and Fraser. There were about a hundred worse ways Ray
could think of to fall asleep than pressed between these two men. One of
Fraser's arms was cradling Ray, the knuckles stroking up and down
Kowalski's shoulder. The other hand rested on Ray's leg, rubbing gentle
circles. Kowalski lay against Ray, his eyes wide, drinking in the tableau
before him. "I love you." 

 For the briefest moment, it seemed as though Ray had been speaking to
him, but Fraser's answer from behind sent those thoughts racing from
Vecchio's head. "And I you, Ray."  

 Fraser drifted, his breathing evening out, his fingers' idle movements
along Ray's thigh slowing. Kowalski was, true to form, somewhat more
fidgety. "Settle down, Stanley. Go to sleep." 

 "Don't call me that."	

 "Shh...the Mountie's asleep."	

 That beautiful body twisted and squirmed against Ray, searching for the
perfect position to settle into. "Can't you just be still?" 

 "What, m'I keeping you up, Vecchio?" 

 "Yeah." In more ways than - no, he was way too worn out to be thinking
thoughts like that. "Don't you ever get tired?" 

 "Sometimes."  

 Moving carefully, trying not to disturb Fraser, Vecchio wrapped his arms
tightly around Kowalski: one arm up his back, cradling his head, the other
around his waist, over his ass, hand resting on Kowalski's thigh. "Now
would be a good time." 

 This position pressed their soft cocks against each other. "You're not
helping," Kowalski whispered, twitching his hips just enough to cause
delightful friction. "How'm I supposed to sleep like this?" 

 "Slut," Vecchio taunted affectionately. 

 "Takes one to know one." 

 All teasing aside, Vecchio could feel Ray's dick stirring against his.
Now he was wide awake again. "Was this really your idea?" 

 "No. Well, yes, sorta, I guess." 

 "Well, that was only barely an answer." 

 "Look-" 

 Vecchio cut him off with a kiss, felt the tension leave Kowalski's body
in sudden surrender. "I'm not trying to start a fight. Just wondering." 

 "It was a joke, okay. I didn't mean it. Well, I guess not a joke, cause I
didn't think it was very funny. It was just, Frase came home, and he was
all, you know," a wild gesture and one of those expressive Kowalski sounds
Vecchio could only interpret as meaning horny, "all over having lunch with
you, and I was all - guess I was upset and - and don't look at me like
that, I know what you said and he said and I was just...it was stupid,
okay?" 

 The tension was back in Kowalski's body; it was practically vibrating
against Ray. Brushing his fingers lightly, soothingly, up and down the
back of Kowalski's neck, Ray kissed at the front of it. "Easy, Raymond.
Not worth getting all worked up about." 

 "All I said was, if Fraser was so happy about you, maybe you two should
be sleeping together. Or that maybe we all should, and then everybody
would be happy. Only he took me serious, and I couldn't, couldn't back
down cause I'd said it already." 

 "Great. How very third grade of you." 

 "Well, now I'm sorry I said it." 

 That wasn't at all what Ray wanted to hear. "Are you really?" 

 "Yes." A pause, Kowalski relaxed a bit. "No. I don't know. This is all
just...weird." 

 "No shit." 

 A soft kiss, just the briefest touch of his lips against Kowalski's, and
Ray was beginning to suspect he wasn't done for the evening after all. The
pretty detective obviously wasn't, a fact to which his growing erection
testified. "Still think I'm fuckable?" 

 "Oh yeah, baby. Isn't it obvious." 

 "You ever think about me, Vecchio?" 

 The questions caught him off guard. "What do you mean?" 

 "Like, you ever think about me - us? You ever miss me, or think maybe you
shouldn'ta dumped me back then?" 

 "What do you care? It was a long time ago." 

 "I care. Come on; I wanna know." 

 Vecchio ran his hand down Kowalski's chest, working it between their
bodies, over Kowalski's stomach. "Look, you've got Fraser. Isn't that
enough for you?" 

 "Cause I think about you, sometimes." The words rushed from Kowalski,
broken only briefly by small hitches of his breath when Vecchio found his
cock and began to stroke. "About what it was like, back then. I just
wonder, sometimes, what it was. For you, I mean. Did you ever actually
like me, or was it just sex?" 

 "Just have to be difficult, don't you." His deep kiss attempted to remove
any possible sting the words might cause. "It's all in the past. Why do we
have to talk about it?" Vecchio didn't want to talk about it, didn't want
to think about anything except the way Kowalski's breath quickened when he
ran his thumb over the smooth head of Kowalski's cock, the way he could
feel the muscles of Kowalski's stomach ripple with his every movement, the
way Kowalski's thigh was pressed between Vecchio's, applying direct
pressure to his groin. 

 "I wanna know."  

 Maybe it was the way the forced steadiness of Kowalski's voice clashed
with the plea in his eyes, or the way he pressed into Vecchio's hand, like
a cat begging for more attention, or just the simple fact that Vecchio
still felt he had sins to atone for. Whatever it was, he answered Kowalski
- even answered him truthfully. "Yeah, sure. Sometimes I still think about
you. And it wasn't just sex, okay? I liked you, Ray. Liked you a lot."
Liked him an awful lot. 

 "So why-" 

 Ray didn't need to hear the end of that question, cut it off simply by
pressing his mouth hard against Kowalski's. "I don't know. Maybe just
because that's how I was, how I did things. It's in the past - can we just
let it go?" 

 He didn't give Kowalski a chance to answer, locking his mouth on Ray's.
Pulling himself gently out of Fraser's grasp - Fraser hardly stirred -
Vecchio rolled on top of Kowalski, pushing the cop onto his back. Startled
by the sudden move, Kowalski gasped, twisting under Vecchio. 

 Moving his lips back along Kowalski's cheek, Ray let his tongue dart into
Kowalski's ear before he whispered into it. "Quiet, Raymond. How quiet can
you be?" 

 "I can be quiet." Kowalski's glance flickered over to the sleeping form
of his lover. "Sides, he sleeps like a rock." A warm hand found Vecchio's
erection. 

 "That doesn't surprise me. I remember Fraser's never been much of a
morning person. Always takes him a bit to get past that sleepy-eyed
grouchy phase." The short, soft hairs of Kowalski's thigh brushed the back
of Vecchio's hand as he cupped Kowalski's balls. 

 "You're telling me." Their hands met, and Kowalski pressed their cocks
together. 

 "Not that I remember you being much better." Vecchio pulled Kowalski's
hand away, began rocking on top of the younger detective, rubbing their
erections against each other, pressed between their bodies.  

 "Shut up, Vecchio." 

 That request, he wasn't going to argue with. He found Kowalski's mouth,
open and inviting, and devoured it. Beneath him, Kowalski's hips were
bucking, thrusting, humping against Vecchio. They were breathing each
other's air, in and out, sucking new oxygen through their noses and the
corners of their lips. No words, no sounds, just the feel of their bodies
against each other, tongues thrusting in counterpoint to cocks.  

 It was sheer force of will that kept Ray from making way too much noise
as he came for the second time that evening. Kowalski wasn't quite so
restrained, but most of the sound was muted by Vecchio's mouth over his.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ray glanced at Fraser, but the Mountie still
seemed to be asleep. "Shh," he smoothed down Kowalski's hair, soothed the
body still shaking with the force of their shared passion. "Pretty
Raymond. You tired yet?" 

 "Why? I get you all worn out, Vecchio?" 

 "Yeah," Vecchio smiled tolerantly. "You did." He settled back against
Fraser, pulled Kowalski into his arms. This time, Kowalski was quick to
calm down, tucking his face against Vecchio's shoulder, curling around
Vecchio's body.  

 Exhaustion dragged Vecchio quickly towards unconsciousness. "Night, Ray,"
he heard mumbled against his chest. 

 "Night, Stanley." 

 "Stop that." 

 "Nope." 

 "Bastard." 

 And then sleep had him. * * * * * 

 They were yelling in the kitchen again. Frannie and Maria. This time it
was late, had started after Ray had gone to bed. Ma would put a stop to it
soon - she didn't like her children keeping her awake once they had grown
out of the stage of needing to be fed and changed.  

 Not that Ray had been sleeping. Too much on his mind. Last night. What
had happened last night? How the hell had last night happened? 

 Too much. This morning - now, this morning was easy. Kowalski had
awakened in a foul mood, snapping at anyone who'd opened their mouth in
his direction. Alone, in the dark, Vecchio could admit to himself that he
hadn't helped - he'd taunted Stanley every chance that had been presented
to him. And Fraser had watched the two of them, confused, wondering what
had gone wrong. 

 Not that Ray, himself, was entirely sure what had gone wrong. Unless it
had been that shared moment of intimacy and the feelings it had invoked.
Feelings that were - should be outdated, long dead. Not bubbling back up
in him when Kowalski gave him a sleepy smile, tilted his head, winked at
him.  

 Bad enough the business with Fraser. Now Kowalski. Vecchio obviously
needed more friends - or to get laid. By someone else. Someone he'd never
been involved with in the crazy, incestuous way that he seemed tied to
these two men. These gorgeous, compelling, irrepressible men.  

 Both of them. No, that wasn't true. It wasn't Fraser tugging on Ray's
brain tonight, it was all Kowalski, all the time. The way he looked, the
way he smelled, the way he tasted - the way he tasted Vecchio. The way his
tongue.... 

 This was getting Ray nowhere. Thoughts of Kowalski, memories, images,
fantasies - nothing changed the fact that he was just as untouchable as
Benny. His friends. His life. 

 On top of it all, it was making Ray horny again. Thoughts of Kowalski.  

 Automatically, he reached down under the covers to cup his hand around
his genitals, rubbing ever so slightly. In Vegas, he'd gotten into the
habit of sleeping nude (because, of course, Armando Langoustini had slept
nude), and this was one of the very few hold-overs from Armando Ray had
chosen to keep. Especially now that he was retired, and no longer getting
emergency phone calls - or Mounties - in the middle of the night. 

 How many nights had he done this back in Vegas, lay awake jerking off and
thinking of home. Well, thinking of Fraser. Only now it wasn't Fraser
making his cock press against his hand, making little jerks under his
fingers as Ray shifted his body to find a more comfortable position. This
time it was his partner, the man who'd stepped into Vecchio's life and
apparently managed to do better with it than Vecchio ever had. 

 Ironic, that Kowalski had wanted to be him. Ironic that Kowalski had
gotten to be him in a way Vecchio never had. Ironic, when Kowalski seemed
completely unaware of his own extraordinary qualities: his fearlessness,
his sensitivity, his passion. Deep down, Kowalski was, in so many ways, a
better man than Ray had ever been, than Ray ever would be. He and Fraser
belonged together, Officers Goodness and Light. 

 Oh, and here, Vecchio's other hand was sliding over his chest, taking
hold of a nipple, pinching it. Not enough to hurt, but the feel of it
certainly sent little pleasure signals to his dick, which was now
definitely hard beneath his hand. Hadn't he gotten enough sex the night
before? 

 Not that those thoughts were going to do anything to calm him down. Last
night. Still, it was Kowalski who kept popping into Vecchio's head, his
mouth, his ass, his body pressed against Ray's in that final, mad,
Fraserless round. What had they been thinking?	

 About what Vecchio was thinking now, as he stroked a single finger up the
underside of his cock. Something that wasn't quite words, not quite
feelings - impulses, instinct. Basic, primal. Lust. That simple. 

 And if he kept telling himself that - he had to keep telling himself
that. Just sex. Sexy Kowalski. Well screwed, begging for more. The feel of
that crisp-soft hair brushing the inside of his leg while Kowalski blew
him, his warm breath on Vecchio's chest as he slept. One of those could
stay, the other had to go. No words, no feelings.  

 Just sex. 

 Bad enough he wanted to have sex with Fraser's property. Well, maybe that
was almost okay. It had been Fraser's idea, after all - no matter what
Fraser claimed, Ray believed that little threesome had been all Fraser's
wet dream. Kowalski's early assertions to the contrary, the later
confession had rung much more true-sounding to Ray's ears.  

 But it wasn't just sex he wanted. And that was bad. Incredibly bad.  

 Safer just to think about the sex. Easily enough done. Gripping his
erection, Ray lightly dragged his nails across his other nipple. Sex and
Kowalski seemed nearly inseparable thoughts in Ray's mind these days. As
inseparable as Fraser and Kowalski were outside Ray's head. Inside - no,
only sex.  

 Stroke, twist, down. Stroke, twist, down. Kowalski's body arched against
him as Ray fucked him. Stroke, twist, down. Kowalski's head bobbing up and
down. Stroke, twist, down. Kowalski's chest rising and falling as he
slept, nestled close to Vecchio. No. Kowalski writhing in ecstatic abandon
as Fraser sucked him off. Stroke, twist, down. 

 Kowalski's mouth locked against his, kissing for all he was worth,
sucking all his cool, dispassionate, aloofness right out of his body.
Shattered by the sheer force of Kowalski's radiant sexuality. Shattered
like Vecchio's center. Shattered like Vecchio's control.  

 Shattered like Vecchio's calm as he came, biting on his pillow to keep
from making any sounds. Not that he could be heard over the din from the
kitchen, but it was force of habit. He ran his hand over his stomach,
rubbing the fluid into his stomach. The orgasm hadn't exorcized the
thoughts of Kowalski, but it had reduced them to a low babble, quieter
than the sounds of his sisters' argument. Quiet enough that Ray could
sleep.	

 That was enough of a solution for right now, and all Ray could ask for.