Snare by Te July 1999 Disclaimers: They belong to Alliance and assorted other people who aren't me. Spoilers: Not even one. Summary: Thursday evening in Fraser's apartment. Ratings Note/Warnings: NC-17 for smut and a little naughty language. Ray numero uno. Author's Note: The result of one of many, many Due South dreams. Acknowledgments: Spike not only gave me the title for this, she joined Dawn Sharon for a long, long round of audiencing. Pretty Pretty Dawn Pares volunteered her skillful beta services. thete1@earthlink.net * Thursday evening, quarter to six. Benny was going through his frighteningly limited wardrobe in search of Grizzly Adams' formal wear. Ray was pacing -- carefully -- through the tiny "living area" of Benny's apartment. As always in times like these, he was morbidly sure he was just one careless bump away from tearing his poor, innocent suit on some primitively exposed bit of wood. Of course, since this was *Benny's* apartment every surface had probably been sanded, varnished, finished and scolded into proper behavior, but Ray didn't want to take any chances. Chances, Ray has decided, are strictly for his working hours. Tonight it's Antonio's over on the bare edge of the west side, then maybe some TV back at his place. Frannie had baked him an honest-to-goodness apple pie for his birthday last month, and thus had earned one free evening of Benny in jeans. This virtually guaranteed the presence of more pies in his future, not to even mention Benny and his jeans on Ray's couch, in Ray's living room, in Ray's house... ay. Surrounded by family or not, the thought had more than its share of appeal. Sometimes he asked himself if it was wrong to constantly feel like a dirty old man in the presence of one's partner, but such moral issues tended to fade to unimportance in the inevitable flood of images involving candy, hugs, and his own desperately uncomfortable lap. Besides, Benton Fraser was a big, grown Mountie of a man and could certainly defend himself against the depradations of his partner's filthy, filthy mind. Ray grinned to himself a little dreamily, steadfastly refrained from leaning on *anything*, and checked his watch. Ten solid minutes of internal corruption (was it time to put off another round of confession yet?) and Benny still wasn't ready. He could hear Diefenbaker's tail thumping loudly on the floor. Sighed to himself. If asked, Benny would undoubtedly share a long, very long anecdote involving Diefenbaker's taste in pre-Colonial woodworking or something. Funny how the wolf never seemed to say anything to *Ray* that wasn't about pizza, or maybe ice cream. Or maybe Benny's mental state. "Benny. What's the problem?" And as Ray was already walking when he started talking, he found himself in the bedroom before his question was even completed. Face to chest to eventually face with a Benny entirely nude save for a pair of boxer shorts that somehow managed to leave something to the imagination. Probably had something to do with the ironing process. He didn't even have socks on... Slowly, slowly his inner detective got his hand out of his pants: there had been no reason for Benny to remove his socks. Or the everpresent Henley, for that matter. There was no reason *whatsoever* for Ray to be staring at two perfect, faintly oval brown nipples. It took several long moments for Ray to remember that, while it was Benny's fault he was practically naked, it was no one's fault but his own that he'd once again forgotten to look *up*. "Uh." 'I,' Ray thought, 'am brilliant.' Benny was smiling, though. Bright, wholesome, perfectly normal smile. Definitely a good sign. "There's no problem, Ray." Benny hadn't miraculously acquired a shirt while Ray had dutifully stared at his face. 'Stop flashing those at me' was what Ray didn't say. "I was just wondering..." And Benny came close to shrugging -- an interesting process to watch, especially when it got down to the axe-handle shoulders halting the casual action in a determined -- it had to be said -- ripple of motion. "Yes. I mean, yes?" Another smile, but this one was focused tightly and easily on Ray's eyes. He had a brief, childish impulse to slap his hands over his eyes before continuing. "I'm not really all that hungry, Ray." And Benny took a step closer. One of those long, body-flexing strides that seemed designed to demonstrate just how tiny the apartment really was. "No?" Ray was very, very proud of himself for how nicely the word hadn't cracked. "Not for food." Yet another smile, this time accompanied with a dancing, preternaturally chipper expression in the blue eyes. "Fraser, this doesn't seem... I mean --" And all of a sudden large, warm hands burned their way through the laughably thin silk at his waist. "Benny?" Still smiling, so damned *happy* a part of Ray's mind was insisting that now was the time to run, fast and far. And then keep running. And then also run some more -- "Ray." Heavy, dark inflection to match the feel of hot flesh pressing against him God everywhere, wrapping around him... The smile finally disappeared from his vision for just long enough to press itself behind his ear. And then it melted into soft, wet lips and hard teeth and the vague rasp of a tongue flat against his skin and every part of him that wasn't being touched shivered into gooseflesh. A shudder and then Benny's thumbs swept down and over both sides of Ray's abdomen, pressed and rubbed little rhythms into his skin. Almost distracted him utterly from the feel of Benny squeezing him just a little tighter, holding him there. Still for Benny's attentions... Soothing him? Carefully, deliberately Ray pressed himself forward, jutted his hips against Benny's own. And then the hands were squeezing even tighter and the hot vampire mouth left the side of his throat and Ray was looking into... into a parody of the earlier smile. Same muscle movements, same white, even teeth. But something had crumbled behind Benny's eyes, leaving a cheer that was utterly wild. "Benny?" Ray watched the other man's jaw tighten, the eyes squeeze shut. Long heartbeats passed and then Ray sensed rather than felt the hands at his waist begin to loosen. Took a deep breath and brought his own hands up to settle on the tensely flexed forearms. More heartbeats. "Benny... do it." And he didn't let himself look to the other man's eyes this time, just leaned in and pressed his parted lips against the stern, trembling line of Benny's mouth and waited. Felt Benny take a long, slow breath with every part of himself -- so close. Realized he was being... inhaled. Scented. "Oh..." And everything else he might have said was consumed, swallowed in the kiss that assaulted his senses with a suddenness he couldn't have predicted. Something dim and quiet whispered 'trap,' flashed an image of Ray laying himself out over the jaws of something huge and still, and then there was nothing but the hands in motion on him. Over his body in fast, possessive grabs and then under his shirt and a brief thrumming pause as one hand settled over his heart and then Benny's tongue slid thickly between his lips and thrust. *Benny* A dozen sweet, brittle fantasies burned to ash at the feel of that tongue in his mouth. There was nothing shy about it. No delicacy, no curiousity, just simple possession. Rough, mindless sensation and Ray heard himself moaning into it but didn't have time to try to get himself under control before the hand on his chest found one spike of a nipple and squeezed. His moans, harsh breaths, the shift of his clothing against Benny's skin, the wet sounds of mouth on mouth blended, faded into one large chaos of sex that left every part of him hard and aching for the more he knew he'd be getting no matter what. And that thought finally got his hands moving again, plucking at the buttons it suddenly seemed odd that Fraser hadn't torn off. Gave up briefly when Fraser's other hand made it down to his ass and just... *took* it. Held on hard, lifted Ray up and to him for a fast brutal grind through too many layers of clothing. Ray jerked in the grip and felt bluntly clever fingers slip into his cleft, press fabric against tight sensitive skin. "Fuck... Jesus, Benny, let me..." Low growl against the base of his throat and when had he found time to move? Ray shifted a little within the other man's hold and found it tighter and oh, yeah, this was what he'd asked for, all right. "Benny, Benny, I just --" "Ray." And in the punctuated silence he can hear the unspoken plea -- don't ask me to stop. A brief urge to deliberately struggle against his friend came and went, origin questionable, leaving nothing behind but a flush so deep he could feel it. "I just want to be naked." Benny didn't so much let him free as find a way to relax within the confines of possession. And then took a deep, shuddering breath and released Ray, lowering his hands to his sides, keeping his head bent just slightly. Leaving Ray cold all over and getting colder as he pulled his shirt over his head. Worked somewhat frantically at his belt, unable to take his eyes off the other man's hands. Absolutely still save for one brief shudder when the slim, heavy buckle of Ray's belt thumped on the floor. When he got his thumbs hooked under the waistband of his straining boxers Benny immediately mimicked the motion, giving Ray a moment of strange doubling when his knuckles insisted they were being brushed by hot, damp cotton *and* crinkling silk. What would happen after he'd eased them down? Ray closed his eyes and did it, stepped out and left them where they fell. Stood and waited and then felt himself swept back into the restless embrace, miles and miles of skin sliding sweat-slick against his own, rubbing him raw, and the next thing he was aware of was the small, unforgiving pillow against his face, his body stretched out on the narrow bed. Benny's scent coming up in waves around him, tempered by old detergent. The man himself straddling him humidly, wide strong hands shaping themselves to his shoulderblades, pushing him down into the mattress, fitting him into the old imprint of Benny's own body. And then moving lower, finding every tense muscle in his back and spreading the wound, tightening sensation to the rest of him. Making him sweat, groan, fist the rough sheets, beg with every shift Benny allowed him. Thumbs dipping into the hollow at the base of his spine, digging firmly and finding a knot of nerve endings waiting for attention. Jolts of feeling shot through every limb, every square inch of skin and Ray struggled for more and felt Benny acquiesce, pull him up onto his knees. Benny ghosted a hand over the curve of Ray's cock and he bucked, twisted and jerked for more of the contact and finally felt himself gripped, just too hard. Stilled himself as best as he could but then Fraser dipped his thumb into the sweat gathering at the base of Ray's spine. Ran it slowly, inexorably into his cleft, leaving the flesh jumping in its wake. Ray pressed his face into the pillow and tried not to shake. Failed utterly when Benny's hot, wet tongue followed the path of his tongue. "Oh, God..." And he could see this in his mind with what he knew was perfect accuracy, see the way Benny's eyes would slip closed as his tongue peeked out further, and further. Tasting him. Most probably discovering everything Ray had ever done, seen, believed. Wanted. Slipping further and further until it joined the thumb teasing at his entrance and then Inside. Unfurled and inside him, sliding, moving. His body provided a map of sensation that had nothing to do with the reality of dimension and the part of his mind that could provide images shut down utterly as a result. And then Benny started to thrust. Ray gave himself up to it, moving as much as he could between the vise around his cock and the relentless liquid fuck in his ass, crying out into the pillow, begging for more, faster, more. Shaking harder and harder with each hot, ragged breath puffed against his sensitized skin. The first stroke down his drooling cock stripped him raw, made him yell and twist and Fraser pressed his thumb down a little harder, opening him up and thrust in impossibly harder. Hard little grunts against him and Ray could feel it building, felt every nerve Benny had awakened lash themselves out and *pull*. Wicked flip over the head of his cock and the fist pumping him was slick and so so goddamned hot and Benny's tongue -- The sound that escaped him was unclassifiable and then he lost it, pumping all over Benny's fist, the bed, his own belly. Shuddering and jerking with the force of it and when he was done Benny just held him there. Up on trembling knees, fist abruptly careful, gentle around his wilting cock. And when Ray could finally breathe again the air smelled like frayed waiting, vaguely ozone-like, pressing in on his senses. Eventually the hand around his cock left him, braced itself beside his own outstretched forearm. Slick wetness on the well-formed fingers and Ray shifted, moved carefully so as not to dislodge the thumb still opening him, sending shocks through him. Ran his tongue over the index finger and the long-known taste of himself on Benny's skin was enough to make him have to bite down a little. And as he flexed his jaw, worried a little, he felt Benny press his lips, his whole mouth to the back of his neck and the pressure of teeth was both benediction and obvious plea. "Benny..." Tightening of teeth in his flesh, briefly fevered lapping and several previous immune brain cells went up in smoke. "Benny, fuck me. I need you to --" And then Benny pulled him upright, hard against his chest, hands shifting and moving him until he's braced on spread knees. Ray felt the hair on Benny's thighs tickling, scratching him and forced himself to breathe a little easier. A bare few moments and then Benny's fingers were slipping down his torso, swirling in his cooling come and more of Ray went blank and dark at the realization that this was really going to happen. Two slick fingers at him again, in so easily he wanted to laugh, grateful for the practical sluttishness of his own body. But Benny didn't give him time to do more than gasp as he twisted, stretched and generally worked him with a ruthless lack of regard for subtlety and finesse. Benny wasn't going to hurt him, but Benny was definitely going to fuck him very, very soon. Brief, almost perfunctory twist and then Benny slid out carefully. Brought his hand -- hotter now -- back to Ray's belly. Wet sounds behind him, a surprisingly fragile-sounding moan and then blunt-hot-slick-in. Ray let his head fall back to Benny's shoulder and hoped to God his cries would make Benny remember to go a little slow as he rocked his way inside. Hands slid down to his hips and Benny stilled them both for a long, long moment. Ray could almost feel the other man's pulse inside him, thought he might have been able to were it not for the spreading, tearing burn of it. And then Benny brought a hand to his mouth. "Get it wet." First coherent words the other man said in what felt like years and Ray felt himself wanting it, really wanting it and tried to say it with lips and tongue and teeth on Benny's fingers. But when Benny started to mimic the motions on Ray's ear all desire to communicate died fast and easy and all he could do was groan wetly. Benny rumbled against his cheek and lapped at him with a sort of deliberate messiness, pushing at Ray's face and not taking his hand away until his mouth was there to replace it. Awkward but somehow steady, catching every shaky moan when Benny brought his wet hand down to where they were joined and teased and stroked and pushed in and in and in and -- "Do it, Ray." "Oh, fuck..." Tiny thrust, magnified by a thousand. "Yes. Please, Ray, I need you to... move..." And then Benny was still, seemingly unconscious of everything from the sharply animalistic low note his breath caught on to his cock filling Ray's ass and he wanted Ray to move. Move. "You want me to fuck myself on you, Benny?" Hands tightened on his hips, several small, rough thrusts that nearly made him bite his tongue. "I need you to... you have to want this -- oh --" Ray bore down once, again. Lifted himself off a little and felt Benny Not Following. Breathed. Slammed himself back down into the basket of Benny's hips and stilled again. "I want this, Benny. I want you." Benny held Ray tight to himself and shook. Ray brought his hands down to twine with the other man's and started to move in earnest, short thrusts, slow, easy on his trembling thighs. Whispered encouragements and drank in Benny's moans. Brought their hands to his stiffening cock and made himself jump a little, shifting and finding himself in a new and gently punishing groove. Benny pressed his face against Ray's back, rubbed a lightly stubbled cheek against his skin over and over, panting and matching Ray's rhythm with increasing shakiness. "Benny, I don't think I can keep this up..." Desperate growl and Ray felt Benny tensing in and around him, a second of heavy awareness, strain in his thighs vibrating sensation through him, through his cock and his ass. Unsure whether or not he was still even moving and then Benny lifted him off and pushed him flat to the mattress. Wet, harsh separation and then Benny thrust in again, blanketed him utterly and braced himself and Ray's groan was lost in the bed's own. And then Benny started fucking him in earnest, fast, hard, and essentially rhythmless, pounding Ray into a new shape. Bit off a handful, a dozen moans into the bruising flesh of Ray's shoulders and just kept plowing into him. Ray cried out, forced his face into the sweat-damp pillow and took each roughly unintentional brush to his prostate as a gift. The sheets teased at his cock but the feeling was almost irrelevant with Benny on him, oh God in him -- "Ray --!" And the last thrust moved Ray, the bed, and quite possibly the building as Benny buried himself deep and shot. Heavy fall of sated flesh, hot and close beneath it. Ray could feel himself melting a himself-shaped new imprint into the mattress, wondered dimly if he'd run out of air before or after his cock started screaming for his second release. And then the world moved again as Benny rolled them shakily onto their sides, still connected. Ray found himself looking into Diefenbaker's unreadable gaze and shut his eyes again. Pushed back against Benny and shared a small sound as Benny's arm came down around his chest and held him tight in sweet, warm darkness. End.