DS Story, Distractions
Title: Distractions
Author: Grey/Grey853
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Male slash, explicit sex, explicit language, case fic, first time, graphic descriptions, alternate universe-canon divergent
Word Count: 53,543
Summary: While working a murder case, Ray's identity is jeopardized. Ray and Fraser have to go into hiding while navigating their new relationship.
Link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/55997041
Snippet:
Distractions
by Grey
″Jesus fucking Christ!″ The beefy fist came out of nowhere and Ray went down hard. Stars blurred his vision and his ears rang like church bells. Still stunned, Ray staggered to his feet just in time to dodge the next punch. His words came out winded. ″What the fuck? Just give up already.″
″Fuck you. I ain’t going back to prison.″
Ray brought his dukes up as he bounced around on the balls of he feet. Years of amateur boxing had taught him how to move and move fast, thank god. Even so, Whittaker was way out of Ray’s weight class. The man was over six foot and about three hundred pounds of nothing but gut and muscle. He had a hell of a reach, too. Plus, he was a southpaw, which gave him a huge advantage. He could’ve been a contender.
None of that was a good excuse for standing his ground instead of running off like the rest of the scumbags. ″But why’d you hit me?″
″Because you’re a cop and I hate your fucking guts, that’s why.″ Whittaker swung hard again, but missed. The crook spun around just as Ray danced away. Then Whittaker went for a powerful left hook and barely missed Ray’s chin. If he’d connected, Ray knew he’d have been a goner for sure.
Seeing Fraser’s red uniform just out of the corner of his eye, Ray grinned. If his partner could come in from behind, they’d wrap up the arrest in no time. Ray just needed to keep the bastard distracted. He egged him on with insults. ″You’ve got to do better than that, Fatso. You’re getting slow in your old age.″
″Fatso? Old age? Who you talking to, you son of a bitch?″ Whittaker took another wild swing, but Fraser moved in from behind to tackle him around his thick middle. The two men went down in a heap and Fraser managed to sit on top with his full weight. It was like the Canadian version of a rodeo with Whittaker as the bull and Fraser as the rider.
Ray moved in closer, his heart still geared up and racing. He stood there and admired the view as his partner straddled the much larger man. Ray pushed away the quick image of how he’d love to switch places with their suspect just long enough to have his own rodeo ride with the Mountie.
Instead, Ray focused on the business at hand. ″You got him there, Frase?″
″I do, Ray.″ Whittaker suddenly bucked and nearly threw Fraser off his back. ″However, I could use your assistance, thank you kindly.″
″Gotcha.″
Ray stepped closer and in one smooth motion Fraser stood up while Ray slapped on the cuffs. He half dragged and half jerked the giant to his feet. Ray slammed him against the wall and quickly checked for weapons or drugs, but Whittaker was clean. That surprised him, but Ray counted his lucky stars and just went with it. ″You’re under arrest, dirt bag. You have the right to remain silent.″
″Come on, Ray. I was just kidding. I didn’t hit ya that hard.″
His jaw still aching, Ray spit out more blood on the concrete. ″Tell that to my dentist.″
″Don’t be a pussy. Give me a break.″
″How about I break your face?″ When Whittaker rolled his eyes, Ray just kept going. His jaw was throbbing like crazy so he wasn’t quite ready to forgive yet. ″No? Then shut your trap.″ Losing his patience, Ray push-pulled the prisoner down the alleyway as he finished reciting Whittaker’s rights. He’d been through the same routine so many times he could sing the words in his sleep.
Fraser and the wolf stepped up to walk beside him. ″Thanks, Frase. Nice save, but I could’ve taken him.″
″Oh, I’m sure you could have, Ray. I just thought I’d expedite the process.″
″Expedite?″
″Facilitate, accelerate, hasten.″
″You saying I was taking too long to take his ass down?″
″Not at all. In no way would I ever disparage your expertise in apprehending our suspects. Your skill at capturing our more recalcitrant fugitives is quite impressive and a joy to watch.″
Before Ray could bask in the rare praise from Fraser, Whittaker complained as Ray pushed him a little too hard up against the side of the car. ″Hey, watch it. Police brutality.″
Annoyed, Ray snapped back. ″What about thug brutality? You hit me first, wise guy.″
″In your dreams, butt crack.″ With that last response, Ray crammed the bruiser into the backseat next to the wolf. ″Mind your manners or Dief there will chow down on all that blubber you lug around.″
For the first time, Whittaker paled as he stared at the animal just a few inches away. ″Jesus, Ray, he looks like a fucking wolf.″
″He is and he ain’t had nothing since breakfast. So, no sudden moves if you know what’s good for you.″
″Fuck. How is this even legal?″
″We’ve got a license, so suck it up.″ Ray slammed the door shut, pleased with himself. He got a real kick out of terrorizing a perp with a little arctic wolf humor. Then he leaned back against the hood of the car, face-to-face with Fraser. ″I love when a plan comes together.″ Fraser wasn’t smiling. ″What?″
Pulling a handkerchief from of his tunic pocket, Fraser held it out. ″You’re still bleeding.″
Ray took the cloth and wiped his nose and face. The once white fabric came back soaked in red. The coppery taste of blood was so familiar, Ray hardly paid attention anymore. ″This? This is nothing. I get worse than this shaving. No worries.″
″Still, your clothes are stained and I fear you’ll likely have a black eye. The man has a very powerful swing.″
″At least the fucker didn’t break my nose. Thing’s been busted more times than I can count.″
″I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stop him.″
″It’s okay. He came out of nowhere and got lucky. Nothing you could’ve done. Main thing is we got him.″ Ray tasted a wash of blood on his tongue again and he could feel one of the molars on the right side of his lower jaw wiggle just a little. The tooth would eventually settle, but he really needed to get something to drink to get that taste of blood out of his mouth.
″Let’s run him in, put him in a cell for the night and check out for the day. We could pick up some supper and go back to my place to watch the game. I think the Penguins are up against the Hawks tonight. Should be a good one.″
Fraser didn’t seem sold on the plan. ″Shouldn’t you change before we go to the station?″
Ray glanced down at himself and saw that his t-shirt and jacket were a mess. Still, he’d had a lot worse than a bloody nose and fat lip. He’d survive. Ray just shrugged before he answered. ″Nope.″
Author: Grey/Grey853
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Male slash, explicit sex, explicit language, case fic, first time, graphic descriptions, alternate universe-canon divergent
Word Count: 53,543
Summary: While working a murder case, Ray's identity is jeopardized. Ray and Fraser have to go into hiding while navigating their new relationship.
Link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/55997041
Snippet:
Distractions
by Grey
″Jesus fucking Christ!″ The beefy fist came out of nowhere and Ray went down hard. Stars blurred his vision and his ears rang like church bells. Still stunned, Ray staggered to his feet just in time to dodge the next punch. His words came out winded. ″What the fuck? Just give up already.″
″Fuck you. I ain’t going back to prison.″
Ray brought his dukes up as he bounced around on the balls of he feet. Years of amateur boxing had taught him how to move and move fast, thank god. Even so, Whittaker was way out of Ray’s weight class. The man was over six foot and about three hundred pounds of nothing but gut and muscle. He had a hell of a reach, too. Plus, he was a southpaw, which gave him a huge advantage. He could’ve been a contender.
None of that was a good excuse for standing his ground instead of running off like the rest of the scumbags. ″But why’d you hit me?″
″Because you’re a cop and I hate your fucking guts, that’s why.″ Whittaker swung hard again, but missed. The crook spun around just as Ray danced away. Then Whittaker went for a powerful left hook and barely missed Ray’s chin. If he’d connected, Ray knew he’d have been a goner for sure.
Seeing Fraser’s red uniform just out of the corner of his eye, Ray grinned. If his partner could come in from behind, they’d wrap up the arrest in no time. Ray just needed to keep the bastard distracted. He egged him on with insults. ″You’ve got to do better than that, Fatso. You’re getting slow in your old age.″
″Fatso? Old age? Who you talking to, you son of a bitch?″ Whittaker took another wild swing, but Fraser moved in from behind to tackle him around his thick middle. The two men went down in a heap and Fraser managed to sit on top with his full weight. It was like the Canadian version of a rodeo with Whittaker as the bull and Fraser as the rider.
Ray moved in closer, his heart still geared up and racing. He stood there and admired the view as his partner straddled the much larger man. Ray pushed away the quick image of how he’d love to switch places with their suspect just long enough to have his own rodeo ride with the Mountie.
Instead, Ray focused on the business at hand. ″You got him there, Frase?″
″I do, Ray.″ Whittaker suddenly bucked and nearly threw Fraser off his back. ″However, I could use your assistance, thank you kindly.″
″Gotcha.″
Ray stepped closer and in one smooth motion Fraser stood up while Ray slapped on the cuffs. He half dragged and half jerked the giant to his feet. Ray slammed him against the wall and quickly checked for weapons or drugs, but Whittaker was clean. That surprised him, but Ray counted his lucky stars and just went with it. ″You’re under arrest, dirt bag. You have the right to remain silent.″
″Come on, Ray. I was just kidding. I didn’t hit ya that hard.″
His jaw still aching, Ray spit out more blood on the concrete. ″Tell that to my dentist.″
″Don’t be a pussy. Give me a break.″
″How about I break your face?″ When Whittaker rolled his eyes, Ray just kept going. His jaw was throbbing like crazy so he wasn’t quite ready to forgive yet. ″No? Then shut your trap.″ Losing his patience, Ray push-pulled the prisoner down the alleyway as he finished reciting Whittaker’s rights. He’d been through the same routine so many times he could sing the words in his sleep.
Fraser and the wolf stepped up to walk beside him. ″Thanks, Frase. Nice save, but I could’ve taken him.″
″Oh, I’m sure you could have, Ray. I just thought I’d expedite the process.″
″Expedite?″
″Facilitate, accelerate, hasten.″
″You saying I was taking too long to take his ass down?″
″Not at all. In no way would I ever disparage your expertise in apprehending our suspects. Your skill at capturing our more recalcitrant fugitives is quite impressive and a joy to watch.″
Before Ray could bask in the rare praise from Fraser, Whittaker complained as Ray pushed him a little too hard up against the side of the car. ″Hey, watch it. Police brutality.″
Annoyed, Ray snapped back. ″What about thug brutality? You hit me first, wise guy.″
″In your dreams, butt crack.″ With that last response, Ray crammed the bruiser into the backseat next to the wolf. ″Mind your manners or Dief there will chow down on all that blubber you lug around.″
For the first time, Whittaker paled as he stared at the animal just a few inches away. ″Jesus, Ray, he looks like a fucking wolf.″
″He is and he ain’t had nothing since breakfast. So, no sudden moves if you know what’s good for you.″
″Fuck. How is this even legal?″
″We’ve got a license, so suck it up.″ Ray slammed the door shut, pleased with himself. He got a real kick out of terrorizing a perp with a little arctic wolf humor. Then he leaned back against the hood of the car, face-to-face with Fraser. ″I love when a plan comes together.″ Fraser wasn’t smiling. ″What?″
Pulling a handkerchief from of his tunic pocket, Fraser held it out. ″You’re still bleeding.″
Ray took the cloth and wiped his nose and face. The once white fabric came back soaked in red. The coppery taste of blood was so familiar, Ray hardly paid attention anymore. ″This? This is nothing. I get worse than this shaving. No worries.″
″Still, your clothes are stained and I fear you’ll likely have a black eye. The man has a very powerful swing.″
″At least the fucker didn’t break my nose. Thing’s been busted more times than I can count.″
″I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stop him.″
″It’s okay. He came out of nowhere and got lucky. Nothing you could’ve done. Main thing is we got him.″ Ray tasted a wash of blood on his tongue again and he could feel one of the molars on the right side of his lower jaw wiggle just a little. The tooth would eventually settle, but he really needed to get something to drink to get that taste of blood out of his mouth.
″Let’s run him in, put him in a cell for the night and check out for the day. We could pick up some supper and go back to my place to watch the game. I think the Penguins are up against the Hawks tonight. Should be a good one.″
Fraser didn’t seem sold on the plan. ″Shouldn’t you change before we go to the station?″
Ray glanced down at himself and saw that his t-shirt and jacket were a mess. Still, he’d had a lot worse than a bloody nose and fat lip. He’d survive. Ray just shrugged before he answered. ″Nope.″