[ Oh, he really liked this guy. If he could choose to be replaced with anyone, and he'd been given the choice between a balding Italian who looked and acted exactly like him, and this guy, he'd have picked this guy every time. Maybe it's because he's a whole different kind of animal; he's no threat in that he'll never really be Ray Vecchio, he'd always be himself through and through, pure; this backtalking, vicious Polack overflowing with fight, bristling with challenge.
Sure, maybe psychologically he could tell that it was defensive anger, that he was protecting the frightened, quivering little part of him that was rightly terrified of what was being done to him, and that was really sort of sad, but in the greater scheme of things someone who could look pure horror in the eye and come back swinging was someone the world couldn't beat down.
Ray liked him. He liked that this guy was in there doing his job, he liked that this guy was out here hunting down Benny when he got lost in the big wide world. If anyone in on the planet could be counted on to protect Benton Fraser, then it'd have to be someone like this; someone who wasn't exactly fearless, but knew when to turn it into action. Of course Ben would take advantage of that. He'd throw him in the ring with bad guys, probably literally, and see where that fear got him, and Ray would hate him for it for a little while. ]
You know-- [ He purred, and his eyes narrowed. He could play with the Fraser thing without actively bringing it up. He knew how the Mountie got under your skin, and it was worth it to remind Ray that Fraser was why he was here: ] --you got this thing all wrong. Logic says you should eat your pride, try and distract me. I could do this for hours, stretch it right out for too long, lose track of time. It's been forever. Be a right picture when my guys walk in to find me sucking cock.
[ He licked his teeth, bared them into a dangerous smile, still stroking that finger in circles. He'd need the lube to really do this, but he could fuck with Ray's head a little. He pressed just the tip inside, down to the first joint, in past muscle, rising up with Ray as he tried to get some purchase on the chair, find some space to escape into.
There wasn't any escape from this. ]
I could let you fuck my mouth. [ His low murmur was, despite the thickness of the expletives, deeply sensual, almost velvet. ] Let you choke me with it. All the way down. In and out, till you're spilling over, till I'm drowning. You like that?
[ He sank back and down, almost to his former position, and stretched out an arm, plucking up the lube from the floor, very aware of his face and Ray's knee, and keeping his chin on top of his thigh out of range of any sudden jerks. The spreader was where he'd thrown it, still splashed with blood and spittle, and he picked that up too, setting it on the edge of the chair in the space his own body made. He had a good view from down here, and Ray could see him too, could see the spreader and the lube, could maybe guess where this was going. ]
Go ahead, call me a fag again. A queer. A fanook. See if it makes you feel any better. Cause I'm no prancing, musical theater loving fairy. I'm the guy who's gonna break you open with his cock. So go on, let's see what you've got. Let's see how long that bravado of yours lasts before you're begging me.
[ He snapped open the lube, let the sound punctuate the noises in the room, licked Ray's belly, since the angle allowed. It was splashed with blood, but who's? By now he couldn't tell. ]
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Sure, maybe psychologically he could tell that it was defensive anger, that he was protecting the frightened, quivering little part of him that was rightly terrified of what was being done to him, and that was really sort of sad, but in the greater scheme of things someone who could look pure horror in the eye and come back swinging was someone the world couldn't beat down.
Ray liked him. He liked that this guy was in there doing his job, he liked that this guy was out here hunting down Benny when he got lost in the big wide world. If anyone in on the planet could be counted on to protect Benton Fraser, then it'd have to be someone like this; someone who wasn't exactly fearless, but knew when to turn it into action. Of course Ben would take advantage of that. He'd throw him in the ring with bad guys, probably literally, and see where that fear got him, and Ray would hate him for it for a little while. ]
You know-- [ He purred, and his eyes narrowed. He could play with the Fraser thing without actively bringing it up. He knew how the Mountie got under your skin, and it was worth it to remind Ray that Fraser was why he was here: ] --you got this thing all wrong. Logic says you should eat your pride, try and distract me. I could do this for hours, stretch it right out for too long, lose track of time. It's been forever. Be a right picture when my guys walk in to find me sucking cock.
[ He licked his teeth, bared them into a dangerous smile, still stroking that finger in circles. He'd need the lube to really do this, but he could fuck with Ray's head a little. He pressed just the tip inside, down to the first joint, in past muscle, rising up with Ray as he tried to get some purchase on the chair, find some space to escape into.
There wasn't any escape from this. ]
I could let you fuck my mouth. [ His low murmur was, despite the thickness of the expletives, deeply sensual, almost velvet. ] Let you choke me with it. All the way down. In and out, till you're spilling over, till I'm drowning. You like that?
[ He sank back and down, almost to his former position, and stretched out an arm, plucking up the lube from the floor, very aware of his face and Ray's knee, and keeping his chin on top of his thigh out of range of any sudden jerks. The spreader was where he'd thrown it, still splashed with blood and spittle, and he picked that up too, setting it on the edge of the chair in the space his own body made. He had a good view from down here, and Ray could see him too, could see the spreader and the lube, could maybe guess where this was going. ]
Go ahead, call me a fag again. A queer. A fanook. See if it makes you feel any better. Cause I'm no prancing, musical theater loving fairy. I'm the guy who's gonna break you open with his cock. So go on, let's see what you've got. Let's see how long that bravado of yours lasts before you're begging me.
[ He snapped open the lube, let the sound punctuate the noises in the room, licked Ray's belly, since the angle allowed. It was splashed with blood, but who's? By now he couldn't tell. ]