Dancing in the Moonlight

 

By Anam

Written in 2002, dusted off the cobwebs in 2005.

Adult for M/M slash. Some sap, which leads to sex, so it’s all good.

A romance featuring Benny and the Classic Ray.

Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, they belong to their Moms.

Please E-mail me at:  [email protected]

 

 

 

The moon and its broken reflection

And its shadows shall appear,

As the symbol of love in heaven,

And its wavering image here.

-from ‘The Bridge’ by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

 

 

 

Ray had to admit he felt proud of himself right about now and he smiled.

 

Even from a distance of several kilometers and the pitch-black of midnight, the tiny cabin looked whole and complete. The little box-like structure twinkle its lights from numerous windows, winking at him as it breathed white smoke from its chimney. The cabin seemed to be alive.

 

Ray shook his head at such silly thoughts. *Jesus, Vecchio! Stop being a sap!*

 

The Chicago detective felt two warm hands grab hold of his waist and a pair of soft lips press against the nape of his neck.

 

“So, Benny? What do ya think?”

 

“I think you are the sexiest man in the world.”

 

Ray rolled his eyes at the mushy response. “Benny! I meant the cabin. Do you like it?”

 

Fraser pressed in closer. “I love it, Ray.” Another nibble to Ray’s neck to show his appreciation and Ray laughed.

 

“Yeah? You don’t think it’s too small?”

 

“It’s big enough for the both of us, Ray, and that’s what matters most. I don’t want room for visitors anyway.”

 

“Wow! How rude of you, Benny!”

 

Fraser blushed at that.

 

“I never fixed up a cabin before, Fraser. There’s not many of them in Chicago and I wasn’t sure I know what to do.”

 

“You did absolutely fine, Ray. May I add the bathroom is an absolute masterpiece?”

 

Ray grinned at that. “Hmm, I kinda guessed that after hearing you flush the toilet a thousand times.”

 

“Well, Ray, the reality of having a functional bathroom in my cabin has never crossed my mind before. I guess I was trying to convince myself that I wasn’t dreaming.”

 

“Ya know, Fraser, most people require just a pinch on the ass to convince themselves they’re not dreaming, but only you would flush a toilet to do that.”

 

“Sorry, Ray.”

 

Ray leaned back against his lover’s chest. “Well, I’m just glad I didn’t screw this up like some other things.”

 

“Other things?” Fraser stopped nibbling Ray’s earlobe. “What other things, Ray?”

 

“Um, it’s nothing, Benny.” Ray silently cursed himself, his big mouth and his annoying habit of uttering everything that was going on in his ever-active brain.

 

Ray now stammered, “It’s nothing. Don’t mind me. Let’s go back, okay?”

 

The cop turned to walk towards the cabin, but Fraser held on to Ray’s shoulders, keeping him in place. Fraser stared into reluctant, hazel eyes. “Ray?”

 

“Yeah, Benny?”

 

“Are you going to tell me?”

 

“Tell you what?”

 

“Tell me what you meant by ‘other things’? I want to know.”

 

“After what I did to you I just want to make it up to you by fixing your cabin, okay?” Ray shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

 

“What did you do to me, Ray?”

 

“I don’t know if you’re still aware of this, but I did shoot you in the back.”

 

 Fraser blinked at him in surprise. “Ray?”

 

“Can we just forget it, Benny?”

 

“Ray, I don’t think that’s possible.”

 

“Then let’s make it possible. That’s why we’re here, right?”

 

“Ray, it was your idea for us to come up north and fix the cabin, and to finally put Victoria behind us. I truly feel myself becoming healed in your presence, but I suspect that you are no better off than the night you shot me.”

 

“Benny, that was long ago. We’ve known each other for over two years and we’ve been through a lot together. We’ve always managed to get through everything and we’ll get through this, too.”

 

“But you admit I did hurt you? I really did hurt you.”

 

“I’d hurt you too, Benny. I shot you.”

 

“Ray, I’m not talking of physical injuries, it’s about what I’ve done to your heart.”

 

What his friend went through Fraser could only imagine, the emotional and spiritual drain from the heavy burden of his own blindness and selfishness regarding his love for Victoria, all the while dragging Ray into her trap. All of it had ended badly, with Victoria escaping with her undeserved freedom and Ray having to stand over him horrified as he lay bleeding on the train station platform and as he lay petulant in a hospital bed for weeks.

 

Throughout all of this not once did Ray falter. The cop was always at his side, supporting him through his storm. Ray’s friendship for him had never changed. However, in minor ways Ray himself did change, slightly altered by the devastating experience. The Italian seemed more sober and subdued, and perhaps a little more cautious: the man had sheared his hair and wore dark clothing. Was Ray playing it safe, blending more into the shadows and not calling attention to himself by keeping his distance?

 

Had he done this to Ray?

 

“God, what I would do to see you wear one of those colorful silk shirts again.”

 

“Oh, Benny,” Ray looked at him sadly. “If you make me come hard tonight, I promise you I’ll wear a damn dress.”

 

“You gave me back my cabin, Ray.”

 

“You gave me a cabin to build.”

 

“I do love my new bathroom.”

 

“I want to fuck you on our new kitchen table, Benny.”

 

“Please fuck me on the hearth rug in front of a roaring fire, Ray,” Fraser begged teasingly.

 

“Only after I fuck you in the shower.”

 

“But not before you fuck me in the pantry.”

 

“Whoa! Wait a second! We have a pantry, Fraser?”

 

“Yes we do, Ray. Don’t you remember building it?”

 

“I thought it was a linen closet.”

 

“It’s both a pantry and a linen closet, Ray.”

 

“Why am I always the last to know these things?” the cop complained.

 

A plaintive howl echoed from the woods, making Ray jump in his skin.

 

Ray looked nervously at their dark surroundings. It was noisy surroundings with a lot of strange and weird activity going on. But as Benny had said many times before it was night and all nocturnal creatures were simply doing their thing: hunting, killing, and eating each other.

 

It was almost like Chicago in a way.

 

Ray shivered and quickened his stride towards the cabin.

 

“Ray?”

 

“Yeah, Fraser?”

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“Nothing’s wrong. I just want to get back to the cabin.”

 

“Are you sure that’s it?”

 

“Yes.” Ray turned his head sharply as he heard ominous howling in the distance again. Maybe it was Dief playing another trick on him.

 

“Why do we have these midnight walks, Benny? We can’t see anything anyway!”

 

“Ah,” Fraser grinned sweetly at him. “I’ll protect you, Ray.”

 

The detective scowled at him, “Frasier! Let’s go!”

 

Fraser felt a sexy chill at the sudden reversal of their roles: Ray usually was his protector in the big city of Chicago. Now it was his turn to protect Ray from the dangerous and unknown perils of the Territories. It was all he could do to stop himself from lifting Ray up into his arms and carry him back to the cabin like a damsel in distress.

 

Fraser never knew anyone who made him feel this way before, happy and light-headed with love. Not even Victoria had made him feel this way, not the way Ray did. And to think that he had really loved her once and for ten long years. What a waste, like his very own jail sentence: Victoria’s revenge after all.

 

Ray had finally brought him out of the cold of those miserable, lonely years, bringing him into the sun and the warmth of his soul.

 

Ray, his Mediterranean lover.

 

“I love you, Ray.”

 

The detective stopped his hurried steps to regard his partner. “Yeah, Benny?”

 

The Mountie nodded shyly.

 

“Well, Benny, if you love me as much as I love you, then you love me twice as much.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Uh, never mind.”

 

Ray felt himself being lifted suddenly into the air and positioned soundly on the cool ground. Fraser straddled him before he was aware of what was happening to him.

 

“Hey, Benny! You wanna do it here on the grass and bugs, you horny Mountie… umph!”

 

Ray almost pulled back, but Fraser caught him quickly and delved in, kissing the perfect mouth deeply and passionately.

 

“Okay, Fraser!” Ray gasped out. “Let’s go to the cabin.”

 

“No, Ray.”

 

“What?”

 

“I said no. Please don’t argue with me, Ray.” Fraser jammed his tongue into Ray’s mouth to silence him.

 

Ray wasn’t going to fight this one, just give in to him and surrender. This was Fraser’s territory now. Ray simply lay there as his lover quickly stripped him naked, tugging off his sweater and pulling down his pants and briefs.

 

Fraser gazed down upon the nude image bathed in white moonlight like a waking dream. The slim body glowed softly and Ray’s beautiful eyes seemed to have lost some of the familiar green only to be replaced by metallic silver and lust.

 

Ray was now his little forest demon.

 

“Ray, do you know what it means to me when I make love to you?”

 

“I guess it makes you pretty damn glad, huh?” Ray laughed.

 

“You don’t know, Ray. It goes further beyond that. What you do to me, Ray, how could you possibly know?”

 

“Benny?”

 

“Every time I see you come, Ray, it is like new birth for me. All I want to do is see you come. I want to make you come all night.”

 

It’s okay, Fraser. Anytime you want…”

 

“I’m going to make you come,” Fraser said with determination as he yanked open his flannel shirt, the flying buttons bouncing off Ray’s chest and face. The Canadian attacked his own denims, clawing at the zipper and metal clasp, pushing the rough material down his thighs and legs.

 

“Benny?” Ray glared at the hypnotic state his friend was in. Exactly what the hell was in that stream water they had drunk?

 

Fraser landed heavily on top of him, parting Ray’s legs with his knee and covering a nipple with his mouth. Ray screamed in shocked delight, realizing there was nothing like making love with Benny under the northern night sky and the moon and the stars.

 

Fraser stopped unexpectedly, lifting himself off Ray’s body. Ray protested the loss of bodily contact.

 

“Benny?”

 

His friend looked upon him with wicked tenderness. “Trust me, Ray. This time you can trust me.”

 

Ray nodded silently and he felt two hands grab his shins, pushing his legs up against his chest. Ray was now curled up, revealing all of himself blatantly to Benny and Canada. Fraser stared at Ray’s genitals like it was heaven in front of him, enticing him to taste and swallow.

 

Ray was starting to feel vulnerable being exposed like this, but the Mountie’s angelic gaze assured him everything was going to be all right. Ray watched as Fraser’s head disappeared beneath his body and Ray choked on his scream when he felt a very wet tongue lapping at his core.

 

“Benny? Fraser! Oh God! Okay. If this is what you really want… OH GOD!”

 

Ray was sobbing from his lover’s tender administrations. Fraser’s tongue was probing the thin, delicate tissue of Ray’s scrotum, licking his way down the small expanse of sensitive skin to Ray’s anus. The Mountie then covered the small opening with his mouth and drew on it, tasting Ray’s earthy sweetness.

 

Ray shuddered and groaned. The pleasure was too unbearable for him. Ray found himself squirming away from Benny’s busy mouth, but Fraser caught him by the hips and pulled him roughly back into place.

 

“Stay, Ray.” Fraser clasped Ray’s hands firmly to the ground and consumed him.

 

“No, Benny! I think… I’m going to come!”

 

“Please do, Ray, I insist,” Fraser murmured softly against Ray’s cleft.

 

Ray tossed his head back and wailed, his voice echoing throughout the neighboring forest. And for a strange moment it seemed all predatory activity of the night had come to a sudden halt, made silent by the unnatural cries coming from the ravished Italian.

 

Fraser crawled up Ray’s limp body, licking him clean along the way and he wrapped his arms around Ray’s neck, pressing his face to his lover’s chest.

 

“Anything,” Fraser was saying over and over again, “Anything for you, Ray.”

 

Fraser began to quietly hump his lover, thrusting his cock against the firm stomach. “You were always there for me, Ray. You waited for me. You waited for me to come to my senses and you waited for my love.”

 

Fraser felt Ray’s cock come back to life under his body, swelling and hardening under his thrusting movements. He pushed harder against the cop, hoping to bring another climatic release for Ray.

 

“All that you do for me, Ray. Do you realize you saved me that night?”

 

Fraser would never forget the night they had endured together, the danger they had cheated: Ray had done something difficult and frightening to emerge victorious with Benny’s name on his mouth, his Roman hero’s mouth now open for his wreathing kiss.

 

“Ray.” Fraser kissed Ray on the mouth and he kissed him again as they both came against each other under the moon and stars.

 

“Um, Ray? We should go back to the cabin.”

 

“What?”

 

“The cabin, Ray.”

 

“Hmm? What cabin?”

 

-The End-

 

 

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