notes/disclaimers
Marked for Life
by Innusiq
The room was dark and dingy. The only light was a small fluorescent one
attached to a table that was situated next to the one he sat on. In one
aspect, it resembled a doctor’s office but on the other, the total opposite.
The walls were adorned with the artist’s previous creations and other
pictures for his customers to choose from for their own self identification.
The man on the table was nervous. When the door opened and the burly older
guy walked in, a sweat began to break on the younger man’s forehead.
"Are you ready?" The man asked his customer as he pulled on a pair of latex
gloves. His nervous customer nodded his head with wide eyes. "Did you
pick out a design?" He didn’t look like the type of person he saw on a
regular basis, day in and day out. There wasn’t a mark on his body that he
could see and he was quite certain his latest customer didn't have a clue as
to what he was getting himself into.
"Yes, sir," the younger may replied as he handed a paper to the artist. "I
drew it myself."
The burly man took hold of the paper and looked at the drawing. "Cute," he
commented as he set the paper down. "Now, take down your pants and lay
down." He smiled as he watched his customer go ridged at first but then
relax as he followed his orders. The procedure took and hour and he was
quite surprised by the tolerance of the virgin.
How he got himself involved in this case was a mystery to Ray but he was here
and now the case had taken on an interesting twist. The tattoo artist handed
Ray a pin and after reading it, Ray declared, "Johnstone, Senator Johnstone.
Come on, let's go."
Never in his life had Fraser been so grateful to the Chicago detective. "Ah
well, perhaps next time," Fraser commented as he pulled his arm out of
needles reach and began rolling down his sleeve. He didn’t know what kind of
excuse he would have had if he showed up one day at the Canadian Consulate
with a tattoo of what should have been the Canadian flag but was more a sorry
excuse with an oak leaf instead.
As they left the tattoo parlor Ray shook his head and said, "I can’t believe
anyone would do that to their body. It’s unnatural."
Surprised, Fraser stopped in following Ray and asked, "You are against the
art of tattooing?"
After noticing his partner was no longer in step with him, Ray stopped,
turned around and replied, "I’m not so much against it as I don’t understand
it. I mean, most people use it to ‘declare’ their love for someone and by
the time they’re thirty, they’ve go about fifty names tattooed all over their
body." Ray didn’t understand the sudden defense of the body graffiti by this
person who was his best friend and partner and about sweating it over the
possibility of having the Canadian Flag tattooed on his arm. "What, you
approve of such a thing?"
"Approve isn’t the word I would use Ray . . . Understand is more like it."
Ray’s eyes widened. "You understand? Mr. Prim and Proper understands? That
is hard to believe."
Fraser became defensive. "Ray, I’m not ‘Prim and Proper’ as you frequently
like to describe me."
"Benny, take a look at yourself."
Fraser turned to look at himself in the window of the store they had stopped
in front of. He didn’t know what he was supposed to see. He looked as he
did everyday, wearing his brown uniform, hat on head at the proper non-angle,
perfect. "Yes, Ray?"
"That uniform of yours screams ‘Prim and Proper,’ whether your in the brown
one or red one and whether you like it or not."
"Ray . . ."
"Benny, you can’t say you don’t agree with me on this one. There is no
argument here. You’re in one of your uniforms more than in clothes of your
own. Not only do you wear them, you like them . . . "
"Ray . . ."
"You like wearing them," Ray said finishing his thought.
Fraser cleared his throat. "I wouldn’t say I like wearing them, Ray. They
are part of my obligation to my country and my queen."
Ray rolled his eyes. "Obligation is one thing Benny but you never complain
about it which tells me you like wearing the uniform." Fraser’s silence
confirmed Ray’s belief and he laughed. "Hey, come on Benny, there’s still a
bad guy out there to be caught," Ray said has he wrapped an arm around
Fraser’s shoulder, leading him to the car. He leaned closer to Fraser’s ear
and whispered the rest of his statement, "Anyway, I like you in the uniform,
especially the brown one. Especially when I get to take that uniform off of
you, layer by layer. Heightens the anticipation, if you know what I mean?"
Ray grinned at the blush that spread across his lover’s face and he could
only assume the rest of his body. "Come on," Ray motioned towards his car as
he parted from Fraser to the driver’s side of the Riv. Fraser obediently
followed suit and climbed in after Ray.
The two lovers entered the spartan apartment and breathed a sigh of relief.
It had been a long day and a tiring case to boot. The case was solved the
night before and the paperwork took up most of today’s working schedule for
both Ray and Fraser. It was a case that began with the search for a lost
broach of the Dragon Lady’s and ended with them solving a case of which they
were to have had nothing to do with in the first place. Seemed their luck
always panned out like that. Ray wondered how that always happened but
thought best not to ask. It was good luck for a change and he welcomed it
with open arms.
Ray watched his partner, best friend and lover begin the process of removing
the most uncomfortable portions of his brown uniform but walked over to him
and placed his hands over Fraser’s mobile ones. Ray leaned in and placed a
gentle, un-probing kiss on his lover’s lips and stated, "Let me." Fraser’s
hands became lax in Ray’s grasps and they were dropped to his sides. Ray
smiled at the submission allotted by his lover. "I do love you, ya know?"
Fraser smiled shyly with a slight blush and nodded. "Yes, Ray. I am well
aware of your affections towards me, as I only hope you are aware of my own
towards you."
Ray laughed at the wordy statement. "Yeah, I know," and he began to undress
his lover.
First came the uniform’s belt, which was effortless. One pull of a buckle
here and another pull there and Ray was dropping the leather straps onto the
floor. Next was the uniform jacket, which only took a few seconds before it
joined its accessory on the floor, beginning a pile that was far from being
finished. The tie was easy to loosen and pull free of the stiff collar.
Moving on, Ray placed his hands flat on Fraser’s chest, sliding them up and
under the braces attached to his trousers and pushed them down off his
shoulders. ‘It was true what Ray had said about the anticipation being
heightened,’ Fraser thought as his breathing began to pick up.
Next, Fraser’s uniform shirt was untucked from the back and slender, nimble
fingers began unbuttoning the shirt without effort. Once the shirt was added
to the pile of clothes, the fingers danced their way down to the Canadian’s
waist and beyond as Ray stooped down to remove Fraser’s shoes. They were
much easier than the Red Serge uniform boots and were one of the reasons why
Ray preferred the brown uniform. To boot the brown uniform’s color just
suited the Canadian’s skin tone better.
Without rising, Ray straightened his back as be brought his hands up to his
lover’s waist and began the removal of his trousers. He liked these pants
better than the jodhpurs as well. The yellow stripe on the trimmer cut
fabric accentuated Fraser slender hips over the bulkiness of the riding pants
any day. Once the button and zipper were released, the trousers easily slid
to the floor and Fraser stepped out of the fabric, moving closer to Ray.
Kneeling on the floor, in front of his nearly naked lover, Ray was still
clothed in his overcoat. Ray wrapped his arms around Fraser’s thighs, resting
his head against Fraser's stomach, inches above his arousal that was clearly
evident. Taking a deep breath, Ray released it with a happy sigh. "God, you
are so beautiful, Benny."
Fraser placed a hand on Ray’s shorn head, gently running it down to the back
of his neck. "As are you, Ray."
Ray released a small snort. He still wasn’t sure if Fraser said those words
just to please him or if he truly thought that. He couldn’t see how his
lover saw him in the same way Ray viewed Fraser but he never questioned it.
Whenever these insecure thoughts entered his head, they were quickly
vanquished when their bodies melded into one being, one spirit, and one love.
Fraser brought his other hand down, taking hold of Ray’s shoulder and began
to pull him to a standing position in front of him. "Ray, I believe I am at
a disadvantage here."
Ray’s eyes had a questioning look in them. "What do you mean?"
"Well, the irony here is that I am partially naked where as you are fully
clothed . . . still wearing your coat I might add."
Ray smiled slightly and added, "At least I took off my cap."
Fraser laughed and began to return the favor, removing his lover’s clothes.
Ray stopped him for the second time with a scolding look but he took hold of
Fraser’s hands and led him to the cot of a bed. It was small and it was
uncomfortable but once they were engaged in activities other than sleeping,
those descriptives didn’t even register in the Italian’s head. Ray pushed
Fraser down gently onto the end of the bed and began to take his own clothes
off with precision and skill creating his own pile of clothing on the floor,
next to the bed.
Once Ray’s dressing matched Fraser’s, Ray returned his attention to his lover
and pulled his T-shirt up and over his head revealing the pale skin beneath.
It was a sight that took Ray’s breath away every time and he was quite
certain always would. It was an understatement just saying that this man was
beautiful. He was gorgeous but Ray always kept with beautiful because that
word alone caused a blush deeper then Ray had ever seen on another human
being.
Ray removed his own T-shirt and he felt the hands of his lover reach for his
waist and then Fraser’s arms wrapped around him pulling him closer, holding
him near. This Ray allowed. His knees hit the end of the bed, feeling
Fraser’s own on either side of him. Fraser’s mouth descended on his lover in
an open kiss that let him taste every flavor and feel every texture of Ray’s
stomach.
Ray’s hands came up to run over Fraser’s back, their trail ending in the
tangle of his hair as Fraser shifted to lay down on the bed, pulling Ray on
top of him. Once they adjusted on the bed, toes to toes, knees to knees,
groin to groin and so on Ray smiled down at Fraser. "Ya know, this is the
perfect ending to the most frustrating case."
Fraser brought his hands up to cup his lover’s face. He leaned up and began
kissing the lips that had him mesmerized since the day he had realized his
feelings for his best friend and partner. The kiss began gently but when
Fraser parted his mouth and his probing tongue caressed against his lover’s
mouth and gained entrance, it intensified. Their bodies wriggled together,
their groins rubbing against one another. Fraser parted from the kiss first.
"Ray . . . " Fraser said breathlessly, nearly reaching the edge of
completion in those simple movements.
It was amazing to both lovers how intense their foreplay could be. Ray was
certain given the right moment in time he could come by the scent of his
lover alone. "I know Benny," Ray soothed as he began to move his attention
away from Fraser’s mouth and on down to other parts of his body before it was
too late.
Fraser sighed as the gentle sucking began on his right nipple and Ray’s hand
blindly fondled the left at the same time. When Ray was certain a mark was
sure to be left, he switched to the other nipple reiterating his devotion to
the man he loved. Fraser was fully content with these gestures of love Ray
bestowed upon him but was grateful in the same breath that this wasn’t where
it was going to end.
When he felt those lips began their decent lower, Fraser moaned with the
pleasure of knowing what was about to happen. Ray’s hands were on Fraser’s
hips as he completed his own investigation of his lover’s navel. Ray's own
breathing had picked up in anticipation of the final step to their
lovemaking. Moving off his lover, Ray removed Fraser’s boxer shorts
lovingly, pitching them onto the floor then removed his own briefs.
Their pre-copulation had both men fully aroused and ready. Fraser watched as
the gap was closed between Ray’s mouth and his own cock and he closed his
eyes, foreseeing what was about to happen. When a minute had passed with no
touch from his lover, Fraser opened his eyes in a panic. "Ray?"
Ray squinted in the darkening room staring at what, he knew not. "Benny,
turn on the light." There was alarm in his voice.
"Ray, what’s wrong?" Fraser asked as he began shifting on the bed.
Ray put his hands on Fraser and ordered, "Don’t move . . . just turn on the
light."
Fraser stretched his upper torso to turn the lamp Ray had insisted on
purchasing for the bedroom area of the small apartment. He hated fooling
with the lantern Fraser readily had the knowledge and habit of using. Ray
preferred the lazy man’s way of flicking a switch and having presto lighting.
Once the light was on, it took Ray’s eyes a few minutes to adjust to the
brightness and while he let them do just that, he stared at the marking on
his lover’s hip. "I thought I saw a mark or a rash or something . . . "
In the excitement of his own Consular duties and the cases they had worked
on, Fraser had forgotten about "that." "Ah Ray . . . "
Ray’s eyes had adjusted to their perfect 20/20 vision and he gaped at what he
saw. "Benny?"
"Ray, I can explain . . . "
"Benny, what have you done?"
Fraser was becoming uncomfortable lying there and sat up, bringing his legs
up against his chest; his arousal now subsided by his lover’s panicked
reaction. "Ray . . . I think you can plainly see what it is."
Ray scooted around to face his lover. "Yeah I can but I can’t believe it."
"I wanted to do something to show you how much I love you."
"And this is what you chose to do?" Ray was quite surprised by Fraser choice
to demonstrate his love.
"You don’t like it." Fraser assumed by his lover’s not so happy reaction,
which was causing him to feel abashed by his decision.
"I didn’t say that." Ray was still shocked by what he saw. "Can I see it
again?"
Fraser hesitantly extended his legs to give Ray a better view of his tattoo.
"I’m sorry, Ray," Fraser apologized.
Ray reached out and fingered around the area that looked to be still tender.
The tattoo was of a sun, about an inch in diameter, with beams streaking out
from it. In its center was the name, "Ray." A smiled donned Ray’s face now
that the initial shock had worn off. "Don’t be sorry Benny, I was just
surprised, that's all. Wow." The more Ray looked at it, the more it seemed
. . . provocative and now he couldn’t understand why he was so against the
idea of a tattoo in the first place.
"You’re not upset with me?" Fraser asked shyly.
Ray brought his eyes up to meet Fraser’s and smiled. "No, I’m not mad . . .
I think it’s kind of sexy." Ray’s eyes returned to the sunny tattoo and he
smiled even bigger. "You’re marked for life Benny."
Fraser smiled at that statement and said, "Ray, my body may be marked for
life now but my heart has been marked for quite a while."
"Ah, Benny," this time it was Ray’s turn to blush. "You always know how to
get this reaction out of me." Ray climbed up the bed and began kissing his
lover, all over again; picking up where he had left off and it was perfect.
They were perfect. They were always perfect.
End