Sibling Rivalry, by Sue Castle. A Due South story, rated NC-17. No copyright infringement intended. Some
spoilers for the second season.
He didn't know how he'd managed to get rid of her without hurting her
feelings. The lace had left very little to the imagination, and even with the
bruises and abrasions covering his torso, she had managed to attach herself to
him pretty thoroughly before he'd rather ungracefully fallen off the side of
the bed and cracked her elbow on the cement floor ... hard. He sighed, deeply,
and stared around the darkened room. It had been a tense hour in the emergency
room while the doctors casted the broken arm, but
Francesca hadn't stopped staring at him like Deif
staring at a meaty bone the whole time. He felt an involuntary shudder rip
through his battered frame at the remembrance of those feral, hungry eyes--
"Benny?" Ray's nasal tone was a distinct relief. "You okay
in there?"
"In here, Ray." His throat hurt. It felt tense, dry. He rolled
carefully over onto his side, watching his best friend step gingerly through
the unlocked door.
"Ya know, Benny, you really should see about locking this door. You
got enemies, now, ya know, all the people you been adopting all over Chicago
are not going to stand in the way if some of Frankie's thugs decide to take
another crack at your tough Canadian hide-"
Later he wouldn't have any idea where the urge had come from. Well, he
might have, but he would never be able to take it out in the open and look at
it. It had been building for months. He'd been celibate much too long, and
while his control was usually iron-strong, the weeks of distraction by
Inspector Thatcher and her ... legs ... and the fact that Ray was closer to him
than anyone he knew ... well, he didn't suppose that would really justify his
actions. After all, if it was really Meg Thatcher that he wanted in his arms,
why did he roll out of the bed in one fluid motion, pin Ray against the wall,
and stop the incessant flow of words from his mouth with his own lips?
Displaced sexual frustration?
Substitution of an attainable object of desire for
an unattainable one?
The fact that he'd been wondering for months what the other man's tongue
tasted like and if it was as agile in a kiss as it was around words?
The last thought brought another shudder rippling through his frame. Ray
was standing stock still, held against the wall by the solid bulk of his best
friend, reeling from shock at the sensation of Fraser's soft lips pulling at
his own, his tongue sliding gently into his mouth to play along the top of his
tongue, the ridge of his teeth, the soft flesh of his palate -- his jaw relaxed
in response to the determined assault upon his mouth and a moan escaped without
his conscious volition. At the sound, Ben's body stiffened, and he thrust
himself back from Ray, staring with wide cerulean eyes at his friend, leaning
gape-jawed against the wall. Fraser's eyes snapped shut, an expression of pure
pain contorting his handsome features, and Ray's shock dissolved into concern.
"Benny? You okay?" He reached an arm around his friend's waist
as the larger man swayed, then led him in a wavery
line toward the bed. Fraser kept his eyes down, half afraid to look at Ray.
What had he just done? A first for him, to lose his control
in such a manner.
"Benny?" Ray was really worried now. Fraser's head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, lips pulled into a
tight, bloodless frown. "Talk to me, man. What the hell happened? I mean I
know about Francesca, that was probably self protection, and completely
understandable. But, uhm, just now?
Benny? Talk to me, buddy."
Ben finally opened his eyes, but he couldn't get a word out to save his
life. Ray stared down into the miserable eyes staring up mutely at him, and
read something he had never expected to see there. Desire.
Deep seated, fiery, aching, arousing. An unfamiliar
excitement began to rise in him, echoed in his groin.
The friends' eyes clashed, dark and light, meshed,
explored, understood. Ray gently lowered Ben until
the Mountie lay supine against the hard surface of
the mattress, the cold leather of his jacket brushing lightly against the soft
skin of Ben's bare chest, causing goosebumps to
prickle the surface, causing his nipples to pebble into tiny nubs. Or was it
the cold? Perhaps it was the heat. In a rare moment of silence between the two,
Ben raised a tentative hand to push gently at the lapel of Ray's jacket. A mute question, a silent request in those clear blue eyes.
Ray swallowed the dry lump that seemed to have risen unbidden in his throat,
and licked his lips with a quick, nervous flick of his tongue. Ben's eyes
followed the movement, and his lips parted. It was all the invitation Ray
needed.
Shrugging out of his jacket, not allowing himself to think about his
actions, he followed his instincts and ran his hands tenderly along his
friend's chest, trying to avoid the deeper bruises Zuko's
thugs had left on the tender flesh and hard muscle. A soft moan broke from
Ben's arched throat as Ray ran his fingertips lightly over the tense column,
sliding them along the sharp angle of his jaw to cup his face. Concentrating on
the slightly parted mouth, Ray angled his head a fraction and settled his own
lips against Ben's, working his jaw the tiniest bit to ensure a perfect fit. To
his shuddering delight, Ben responded to his kiss by slipping his tongue into
Ray's mouth, a darting foray touching lightly on the places he had begun to
explore when he had pinned him at the door. The feather light caresses broke
what little remained of Ray's control, and he pulled his hands away from Ben's
face. Keeping his mouth locked on his friend's, he slipped the buttons on his
shirt with near frantic haste, unsure whether the speed was due to need alone
or need coupled with the desire to act without thinking. Not that it mattered.
Either way, the need was overriding everything else.
Ben shivered at the movements of his best friend's body atop his own.
Somehow, his hands had worked the belt loose from Ray's pants, and he had
managed to scoot them almost to his knees. The sensation of Ray's hard length
thrusting against his own through the layers of Ray's silk boxers and his own
cotton thermals tore a series of strangled whimpers from him. A small corner of
his mind commented that he sounded much like Deifenbaker
when he wanted to run and was constrained to the leash, but that corner was
soon swamped by sensation.
The need to breathe finally broke their kiss, allowing Ray's hands to
join Ben's in tearing the rest of his clothing off and tossing them alongside
the bed. Once they were out of the way, Ray stopped for a moment, staring at
the evidence of Fraser's desire, straining at the confines of the faded red
cotton. A truly wicked smile lit his face, and a questioning half smile tilted
the corner of the Mountie's mouth.
"What, Ray?" he managed to whisper. Ray answered his question
with his actions. Ben's head fell back as his friend hooked his thumbs in the
waistband of his pants and freed his straining cock ... with his mouth. He
couldn't hold back the gasping moan at the slick feeling of mouth and tongue
and teeth at his most sensitive spots. Clenching his fists in the bedroll
beneath him, he found himself thrusting up almost mindlessly into Ray's mouth.
Ray managed to peel the cotton pants the rest of the way down, arching his back
and keeping Ben's hips relatively pinned with the other arm. One long muscular
leg was freed, the pants hanging off the other foot, when he gave up the fight
and concentrated on the groin beneath his hands. Both of Fraser's hands were
running over his scalp, down onto the back of his neck, an urgent rhythm that matched
his increasing thrusts. At this point, Ben was completely lost in sensation,
and Ray knew from his actions that he was close to climaxing. With one final
strong sucking movement, he pulled his head back and milked Ben's cock with his
fist, watched in fascination as a flush crossed the Mountie's
usually pale face, as passion contorted his normally calm countenance. His
mouth fell open as he came, harsh, short pants pulling his lips into a feral
smile, eyes tightly shut, sweat gleaming across his
classical features.
Ray continued his caresses, drawing the last of the orgasm out, tearing
shudders from his best friend. When Ben finally fell back, Ray moved up along
his body, lowering his mouth to his friend's, sharing the taste with the
source. Fraser moaned into his mouth, his tongue pushing against Ray's, sucking
and nibbling. Ray lifted himself slightly, nudging the other man's legs apart
gently, staring into the wide dazed eyes below his own, asking permission with
his smile, his hands, his body. Ben managed a shaky
smile back, and granted that permission with an acquiescent parting of his
thighs. Ray closed his eyes for a moment when he felt the hard muscles of Ben's
legs relaxing and falling to the sides of his own, then he ground his erect
cock hard into Ben's groin, coating it in the sticky fluid he'd earlier coaxed
from his friend. Ben thrust back, and he opened his eyes again, a radiant grin
wreathing his features, quickly wiped away by his own moan of need as Fraser
shifted his hips up and offered himself.
Ben took a deep breath as Ray finally got the message he couldn't quite
articulate, and reached beneath him to massage the sensitive skin running from
below his sac to his anus. The first tentative touch of fingertips stretching
his entrance nearly made him scream, and he drew his knees up. Ray froze,
wondering if he had misread Fraser's desire. The bigger man curled his left leg
up and rolled away from Ray, then turned his head to look at him over the
inviting expanse of his back.
"Benny?" Ray needed to hear the words.
"Please." It was all Fraser could get out through an aching
chest and a clenched jaw.
It was enough. Ray reached for the aloe gel near the bed that Ben had
used on his abrasions earlier. In a pinch, anything would do, he thought with
some desperation to himself, then poured a generous
amount onto his fingers. As he worked the gel into Ben's opening, he stroked
the long muscles of his back and shoulders with his free hand, running along
the tense bundles until they calmed under his touch, stroking along the tight
muscles of his ass, delighting in the firm flesh and soft skin, trying very
hard to avoid the painful places from the previous night's beating.
Whenever he came across a bruise, he dropped a light, apologetic kiss on
it, as if to heal each hurt. The combination of lust and tenderness relaxed
Fraser, and Ray was able to work first one, then two fingers deeply into him,
preparing him, raking lightly against his prostate, causing Ben to whimper and
buck against him. When the bucking began to take on a rhythm, he carefully
placed the head of his cock against the tight opening and gradually allowed
gravity to push him in. Fraser froze, and he stopped in response, then the Mountie began to push backward. Eventually, with more self
control than he would have ever thought he had, Ray managed to sink completely
into Ben, then lay pressed up tightly against his
back.
He buried his face in the warm, sweet curve of Ben's shoulder, and the other
man stayed still as long as he could before the unaccustomed tension and
fullness broke his control. He began to rock backward against Ray's weight,
ignoring the sharp stabs from his injured ribs and chest, unable to wait any
longer. Ray responded to the tight grip around him, the incredible heat, and
the nearly unbelievable fact that this was *Fraser*, by losing his control in
turn. Ben held off as long as he could, but it wasn't very long. With a wail
that he muffled by burying his head in the pillow, he came again, and the
contractions of his climax pulled Ray in after him. Ray threw his head back as
he came, screaming and not making any effort to clamp down on the noise. As he
collapsed onto Ben's back, he lifted one weak hand to turn his friend's face to
his own. Seeking blindly, he attached his mouth to Ben's for one final drugging
kiss, then slowly drew himself from the depth's of
Fraser's body. The other man gasped as he felt the pressure removed, then dropped his head back on the pillow.
Ray rolled off of Ben, careful once more of his injuries, and tried to
catch his breath. Looking to the side, he saw Fraser staring at him, an
uncertain light in his eyes. He smiled at him, reassuring and sharing the joy
of it all at the same time. Ben smiled back at the happiness in his friend's
face, and his eyes slowly drifted shut. Ray watched Ben sleep the sleep of the
deeply exhausted, feeling a little guilty for doing this to him after the day
and night the poor man had already put in, when he heard a whisper from the
door. His head whipped around, to see his sister Francesca, leaning against the
frame with a combination of lust and shock on her features.
"Well," she whispered huskily, "it's no damned wonder he
was willing to hop off the balcony to get away." Ray stared at her, unable
to think of a single thing to say, and she grinned. Turning back to the door,
she tossed quietly back over her shoulder, "Call me if you ever wanna share."
Ray grimaced at the closed door, then jolted as a precise voice murmured
in his ear, "For my sake, Ray ... please don't." He turned to face
his friend's rueful grin, and laughed quietly.
"I never did share well with others."
End