Benton Fraser | Due South

[dogsled]

BENTON FRASER。

"You know, Fraser, when they offered me this assignment, they made it sound kind of normal. They say, 'Hey, Ray, here's a chance to start over, ditch the past.' 'What's the catch?' I say. 'Oh, your partner's Canadian.' Canadian? I got nothing against Canadians, except for the time when they won the World Series, which I'm willing to overlook. But at no time did they say, 'you'll be working with a Mountie who's got a wolf that's a florist'"

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[dogsled]

[ Coming together the way they were was an incredible feeling; not something that Fraser would have ever dreamed of and yet incredible none the less. In many ways it had a dreamlike, ethereal quality, like it had when Victoria had unfolded herself into him in the snow. Nothing this beautiful could be real.

So emotionally beautiful. Physically demanding, stimulating, pleasurable--but emotionally beautiful. He loved these two men more than he could ever love Victoria--or even the idea of Victoria. Their closeness to him, his love for them, made this entire coupling invulnerable, raised it to a pedestal that Fraser didn't think he'd ever be able to emulate again; because when would he love two men the way he loved Ray Vecchio and Stanley Kowalski? When would anyone matter to him on so many personal levels, be such a crucial element of his life, complete him, the way that each of these two men had?

He was afraid that - like that night in sight of the church steeple - he'd wake to discover that things couldn't be put back the way they'd been before. Not afraid enough to douse the fire of his passion, but enough that he knew Stanley could see it in his eyes. Well it was that and he had absolutely no idea what he was doing.

But Kowalski was helping, just as Vecchio had instructed him to, and Fraser shuddered, resisting the urge to snap his hips toward that hand when the touch became a little firmer. He could hardly bear it, but he fell still to listen, his heart pounding in his ears and almost drowning Ray out as he murmured against Stanley's neck.

He heard his partner though. Heard him loud and clear. Heard God, Fraser, you look so good, and knew there was nothing transient about this. There were no degrees of separation left; he was Fraser, and Ray was Ray, and they were fucking against the wall in the interrogation room, and how could he have ever thought it was possible to distance who they were from this when who they were was exactly why this was happening in the first place?

It meant everything. It changed everything. Altered who they were and who they would be. Nothing could be the same again.

"Thank you kindly, Ray." For the compliment, for the sex, for the change? All of it or nothing; but he was speaking to both of them and one thing was for sure, neither of them would ever hear him say those words the same way again.

Fraser hadn't missed the nod, but he had bode his time waiting for the moment to be right. As it was, Vecchio was murmuring something against Stanley's ear that Fraser couldn't hear over his own anticipation. He was really doing this. Just fifteen minutes ago he'd been worried he'd never come to terms with the fact that his partners had chosen to do it with each other, and now here he was on the brink...

Here he was, his hands on Ray's hips, guiding him down, his partner's hand dropping away, its purpose served. Knotting muscle embraced him like a vice, so tight around the head of his cock after the loose grip of Stanley's hand that it felt like he might pop, and yet as he eased Ray back onto him, the tightness was a welcome, unparalleled embrace, full of the kind of heat he could only ever have imagined, but never guessed at.

Every instinct in his body screamed for him to drown himself in that friction, but instead Fraser fell very still, responding to Ray's demand that he proceed gently, and dropped his cheek against his former partner's neck, shuddering physically from the expended effort. He looked up at Stanley like he could barely believe the situation he'd found himself in. There was sweat on his brow, his lips were swollen from kissing, his eyes were alien; dark and lidded. The same applied to Stanley, and Fraser found him beautiful like that, absorbed by the demands of lust, brow creased with desire. ]

I feel like...like I'm inside both of you. Ray. [ That was definitely a Ray plural. It rattled with need, and yet Fraser still didn't dare to move. ]