Title: Fraser/Vecchio (Robyn)

Author: Birgitt Schuknecht

Fandom: Due South

Rating: R, Slash M/M

Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio

Category: N/C, violence

Disclaimer: The characters used in the following story are not mine. I do not make any money out of this. It's written for fun and for the fans of the show.

Spoilers: none

Warning: This is slash, dark slash. explicit violence. graphic sex. The fandom is due south, the pairing Benny and Ray!

By Birgitt Schuknecht.

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"This is not FAIR!" Yes, she liked that. Very much. Yelling gave herself and those hovering around her a tiny glimpse of her power. If she could yell that loud... Well, she shuddered at the thought what she could do with a look, with a gesture of her hands, with a kick of her booted feet... She was losing it again. The third time after breakfast. And that had been only two hours ago, by human standards. She didn't even try to calculate what that meant in measurements appropriate for eternity. But it felt so good to be her!

Mary Sue started pacing to appease herself. Ooops... No, her name wasn't Mary Sue. Not today. She changed it this morning. What was it again? Names were her weakness. One of her weaknesses, to be honest. Ah, yes! Yesterday was M. Today it was N. Nemesis. Right. She could remember that. It reminded her of her sister. 'The Lady' of the other place. Ha, Lady. Just because she preferred to cloth in red and black leather, wore boots and used some not so decent make up her sister thought herself to be something else... better, of course. Well, she - Nemesis - would show her. And this was the perfect occasion.

One of her little pets, a slorg, a little fuzz ball with a myriad of eyes and ears, capable of flying soundlessly, had just reported that there was a crisis in the other place. Involving two old acquaintances. Two earthlings. A Chicago Cop and a Canadian Constable. Nemesis loved alliterations. And the Illustrious One had made an decisive mistake. He had meddled with earthly affairs by giving one of the dreamlanders - Dream Ray to be precise - a warning. Now she had every right to interfere as well.

After Nemesis had cooled down a bit she turned to her second in command. Not a big, shining being like the Illustrious One, shorter and more dull-looking. But nonetheless a capable being. The Notorious One made up with his brains for what he lacked in looks. Nemesis smiled down at him. "This is my chance to give my dear sister a long-deserved blow to her overconfidence. And those two boys - or should I say four boys? - will be of great help. And I will do this myself. There is enough time before Evil Benny and Dream Ray will work out a plan. Time we should put to a good use. Would you like to join me, my old friend?"

The Notorious One licked his lips in anticipation. Everything to get out of those damp rooms was welcome to him. Of course these premises were luxurious and well-equipped for all pleasures of body and soul. But still... that constant humidity took their toll on him after all those years. He was all game for a little diversion on earth.

"Of course I join you. I would never let you down, Nemesis." Nemesis smiled. Such a clever one. Never forgets the names I chose.

"Well, let's see. I have the first pick. Green eyes. Yes, I like those. So I will visit the cop. That leaves you the Mountie. You sure you are up to it?" Her formerly no-nonsense tone had turned into a teasing one. The Notorious One didn't bother to answer and he just nodded to her challenge.

The two dreamlanders went into the centre of a pentacle that was drawn on the floor in the middle of the room. Drawn with blood. Nemesis' servants had a hard time to refresh the symbol each morning. Dreamlanders were bloodless creatures and so fresh blood was hard to come by and precious. But it was necessary for the magic to work. And it worked well now. First a blinding flash and then an enormous amount of smoke blurred the visions of those who dared to witness the transformation. Nemesis and the Notorious One stepped out of the pentacle, now the spitting images of Ray Vecchio and Benton Fraser.

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A sharp knock on his bedroom door woke Ray out of a fitful sleep. He sat up in alarm, checking the clock on the nightstand beside him. Three hours. He'd slept only three hours. It was still dark outside, still hours before he had to get up for work. He sighed and let out an angry, "Yes." The door opened and a second later the lights flared up. Ray blinked rapidly.

When he recognised the man who entered his jaw dropped open and he stared speechlessly at what he guessed to be an apparition. Before he could pinch himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming anymore the apparition spoke. "Ray, I am well aware of the fact that this is an... ahem... unusual hour to visit a... uhh... friend, but I just had to come and see you."

Ray swallowed hard, unable to think, unable to speak. Benton Fraser stood in his bedroom, clad in his usual red serge, his hat in his hands, fingering it nervously. The Mountie evaded the staring look of his friend and studied his boots. "I apologise for my intrusion, Ray, but... I had to come and see you."

"See me," Ray repeated tonelessly, swallowing again. Then his gaze fell on his pajama pants that he had draped over the foot of his bed. He looked up again, realising that Fraser had followed his gaze. With an effort Ray avoided to look at the washcloth that still lay on the nightstand beside him.

"Yes, Ray, see you. I have to tell you something. Something important." Fraser's voice was rather breathless.

Ray tried to sound cheerful, but he failed miserably. His voice shook tremendously. He just managed to avoid a stutter. "Well, it must be important if you come here at this hour. Spill it, Benny."

Fraser gave his friend a smile and nodded eagerly. "Thank you, Ray. May I sit down?" Ray looked around his room. Before he could say something Fraser sat down on his bed, nearly touching him. Fraser lay his hat on the nightstand, covering the cloth. His right hand reached out and took Ray's. The hand was warm. Ray's own felt like ice. Ray shivered slightly. Or was it a shudder?

"Oh, Ray, to be near you... to be with you... Why talk? I can explain this far better by showing you what I feel." The next thing Ray knew was that Fraser pressed his full lips onto his own. Ray tried to pull back, but he realised that his head was already pressed onto the pillow. Fraser had gripped his wrists and pinned them down beside his head.

At the next moment Fraser forced his lips open, and his tongue slid searching and scorching into Ray's mouth. Hot like fire, cold as ice at the same time. Ray responded without thinking. He finally closed his eyes, giving into the sensation. Fraser was too near for him to see something else than a piercing blueness, anyway. And it was better to hide his soul from those knowing blue eyes. For now, at least.

Two tongues explored each other for what seemed aeons and Ray ran out of breath. Part of him wanted to stop the kiss, but he couldn't. He knew he would rather suffocate then pushing this gorgeous man off himself. What a way to die!

Fraser pulled back, breathlessly. He let go of Ray's wrist. "This... important... enough...?" Ray forced his eyes open, his green eyes had turned nearly black. His sweetly aching mouth was unable to smile. He nodded.

Still out of breath he panted, "More," and reached up to Fraser's head with both hands. He pulled the Mountie down for another desperate kiss. There was a need in him that had to be sated or he would go nuts. Here and now...

Again it was Fraser who pulled back. The Mountie undressed himself hectically, throwing his boots and his uniform down on the floor without hesitation. His shirt and his underwear followed. Ray watched the show in a daze. He came to when Fraser throw the blanket out of the bed. It took him only a second to pull the pajama top over his head. Looking up again, he realised that Fraser was watching him. Those wonderful blue eyes travelled up and down Ray's body. Jesus, that felt like a caress. And then the looks were replaced by touches.

Tenderly Fraser's hands caressed Ray's face. Exploring again. With a sigh Ray lay back, closing his eyes. Go home, Evil Benny. This is the real thing. Even better.

Fraser placed a featherlight kiss on the closed eyelids of his friend. The he kissed the tip of Ray's nose, then his mouth. Before he could escape further down, he was captured in another of Ray's demanding kisses. Those kisses seemed to feed the other man. And they did. They fed him with love, desire, passion. Ray released the Mountie's tongue, ready to wait for the next step. And Fraser didn't hesitate any longer. His tongue slid out of Ray's burning mouth, and went on for the next target.

And like an attack it was. Ray moaned as Fraser's sucking mouth found his right nipple. It became hard under the contact and Ray's hands reached involuntarily to his groin. As he touched his shaft he let go of a hissing sound. Fraser moved his attention to the other nipple, repeating the delightful sucking there. He let his body down on Ray's and Ray's erection pressed into Fraser's muscular stomach.

And the mouth and the tongue didn't linger. They slid down Ray's body, fleetingly caressing his stomach and his navel. At the next moment Fraser reached the ultimate destination. His tongue slid up and down Ray's penis, teasing it, licking it. When it touch the tip of the shaft Ray led out a small cry, followed by a shiver that ran through his whole body and that was absorbed by Fraser's welcoming mouth, taking in Ray's erect manhood. Ray was beyond crying now, beyond thinking. He started thrusting in a slow rhythm. Natural, but never experienced like this. Unbidden, but welcomed. Sweet, but hurting at the same time. Heaven and hell.

Ray knew he would come shortly and the thrusting became faster, harder. Fraser caught every movement with and in his mouth. His hands guided Ray's movements to perfection. Just another second...

Abruptly Fraser pulled back, letting go of Ray's still hard penis. Ray's protest of frustration came out in a retched moan and he had difficulties to understand Fraser's next words. "My turn now." He searched for the Mountie's eyes and when he found them he wished he had not. The wonderful expression in them was gone, replaced by a cold, colourless stare. What had been like a caress was like an insult now. Fraser looked at him like he was a... mere thing.

Ray gasped. "What is going on here?"

It wasn't before Fraser slapped him across his mouth that he realised he had spoken those words aloud. "Shut up, man. I said it's my turn now. And my rules." And then he gripped Ray's wrists again, with one hand, and pinned them down behind the Italian's head. Fraser sat down on Ray's legs, leaving the other man unable to move. With his free hand he reached down on the floor, without giving Ray an inch of space to free himself. Ray blinked in horror when he saw the handcuffs. Seconds later he was shackled to his own bed... by his own best friend... in his own personal nightmare... Be careful what you wish for...

In horror Ray watched as Fraser's face neared his own with an expression void of any tenderness and love. Fraser's lips came down hard on his own. Like before, but totally different now. He refused to open his mouth which rewarded him with a bite in the upper lip. He smelt and tasted his own blood. Infuriated and in frustration he managed to cry out. But that was silenced by Fraser who started to suck at his tongue full force, taking it into his mouth. He was going to tear it out. Ray's eyes opened even wider. Tears started to flow down his cheeks. That seemed to distract the Mountie who stopped the sucking. While Ray tried to catch his breath, taking in lungfuls of air, Fraser licked those tears away.

The gesture that should have comforted him now felt like a blow, like a humiliation. Fraser let out a harsh laugh. "I never expected you to taste like this, Ray. I never believed you to be the fearful kind. But I like you all the better now. Let's have some fun, will we?"

"Get off me, asshole. Get off or..." Another slap on his mouth stopped Ray's words.

"Or what, Ray? You're going to call your mama? Or your sisters? Go on, coward, there's always room for desert. Although I planned to end this little meal with peaches." With that Fraser lifted his body and stood beside the bed. Before Ray could react Fraser had turned him around, twisting his still cuffed arms awkwardly. Fraser placed a hand in Ray's neck, pressing his face into the pillow. It was only seconds before the hand released him, but still Ray gasped in panic. He surely won't kill him, would he?

There was no time to find an answer. Fraser started caressing Ray's buttocks, pinching him from time to time. Ray yelped like a puppy. Fraser laughed each time at that reaction. "Isn't it fun? Wait a second, this will get even better."

Fraser gripped Ray's legs, spreading them apart. He probed the cleft between the ass-cheeks with his thumbs. "I'd say you're ready for the next course, Ray. But first, I'm a little bit thirsty. Let's have a little bit of dark red wine. Quite fitting to accompany Italian red meat, don't you think, Ray?"

The next thing Ray felt was the cold steel of Fraser's hunting knife, sliding down the side of his neck. Ray lost control. This man had gone insane. He lifted his head as high as he could and let out cries of horror and panic. He cried and yelled and screamed. Screamed until the world around him turned black...

***

"Ray... Ray... Ray..." Francesca shook her brother impatiently. She looked worried. When she came up the stairs she had heard him screaming like he was murdered or something like that. And before she reached his door the screams had abruptly stopped. She had opened the door and found Ray unconscious on his bed, half-naked under crumpled bedclothes. She had rearranged the blanket to hide his nakedness and then she had tried to wake him.

Finally he seemed to hear her. His eyes blinked and she let out a sigh of relief. "Ray, are you all right?" He looked up at her, squinting his eyes against the light that streamed in through the windows. He sat up in panic.

"What?" Ray had difficulties to think straight. What had happened? Fraser had been here, with his hunting knife. Ray looked around himself in panic. No, no Fraser. Thanks to God. That must have been a nightmare. He was alone now. Well, not all alone.

There was his... sister? Yeah, that being that stood there looked like Frannie and spoke like her but what happened to her eyes and ears? Her ears were pointed, reminding him sharply of Mister Spock! And her eyes... not the usual brown, but green like his own. And then her clothes. She was clad in green from head to toe. Ray shook his head in shock. This must be another dream. No, not again. He felt his anger rising...

Francesca bent forward to inspect her brother. "Ray, are you OK now? I came up to show you my dress for the party tonight when I heard you..." She never stood a chance to end the sentence.

Ray raised his right hand in a fist and hit her full force on the jaw. "No... more... nightmares..." he exclaimed. With horror he discovered that the apparition who looked like his sister didn't vanish but fell to the floor with a sickening thud.

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