[ He definitely has it. Fraser doesn't notice the approach of the young man, but as soon as there's even the hint of him getting too close, slipping into Fraser's periphery, Ray is right there, all bristling street aggression, bumping into his shoulder as he snarls his warning.
And Fraser feels a new appreciation for his situation, for the safety he'd laid in his partner's hands, and for the possessiveness of the man to whom he'd placed that trust. It's easier to slip into his role after that, to let his eyes switch over to Ray and stay there, a low, slow burning hunger in them. He stops moving only when Ray circles him, hand still clamped across his shoulder, and - lips deliberately parted - he tilted his head far enough to actually look at the patrons around them at the bar, before switching to subdued submission again, disappearing beneath the rim of his hat.
The swirling conversation broke, then resumed, and of the two that Fraser had pointed out, it was the dark haired woman dressed head to toe in black gothic lace over scarlet who chose to take up the question. She hung across the bar, never taking her eyes from Fraser. ]
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And Fraser feels a new appreciation for his situation, for the safety he'd laid in his partner's hands, and for the possessiveness of the man to whom he'd placed that trust. It's easier to slip into his role after that, to let his eyes switch over to Ray and stay there, a low, slow burning hunger in them. He stops moving only when Ray circles him, hand still clamped across his shoulder, and - lips deliberately parted - he tilted his head far enough to actually look at the patrons around them at the bar, before switching to subdued submission again, disappearing beneath the rim of his hat.
The swirling conversation broke, then resumed, and of the two that Fraser had pointed out, it was the dark haired woman dressed head to toe in black gothic lace over scarlet who chose to take up the question. She hung across the bar, never taking her eyes from Fraser. ]
Let's see.