Spem Abicite for glossing
Apocafic - X-posted to my own Lj
Title: Spem Abicite
Author: gentle_thorns
Fandom: Due South
Rating: R or something. There are naughty words and nudity, so... yeah
Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Warnings: None, apart from the world ending
Recipient: glossing (Billy just asked me if I mean THE glossing, so yeah, a little intimidated over here)
Request: Due South, obviously. "Dead!Bob somewhere in there? A mystical apocalypse of some kind would be fun and (maybe, no pressure) Kowalski-smut. *g*"
Summary: The world is ending, according to Fraser's dad. Also, nudity.
A/N: Man, this is going on forever... I'm sorry about the ending... I think i maybe wimped out a little. Beta-d a little by geki. All mistakes are my own. Also, why is it that i always get to posting and discover that i've forgotten to name the damn fic.
Benton Fraser’s first sign that something is wrong is his dead father telling him that the world is about to end.
Ray Kowalski’s first sign is Fraser having a conversation with himself, as usual, and Ray being able to make out the shape of another person, the whisper of a second voice.
At first he thinks he’s going crazy; too many late nights and high stress cases and maybe he should cut back on the coffee, but then he looks at the wolf and it seems like he can see someone else there too.
He butts into the conversation Fraser is having because polite isn’t really his thing anyway and it’s not like Fraser’s talking to a real person.
“Frase, please tell me I’m not really seeing a translucent guy dressed like you.”
Fraser breaks off mid sentence and looks at him, a little startled, eyes wide.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Ray. Allow me to introduce my father to you.”
Ray stops. Stares.
“Your father. Your dead father? The dead father you came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of?” He shakes his head. “Now, see, I’m sure that if dead people were walking around it would have been in the paper or something, Fraser.”
He rakes his fingers through his hair and smiles uneasily. Fraser looks distinctly uncomfortable. The dead guy is becoming more solid by the second.
“It’s all right, son. Don’t mind me. I’m only dead after all,” he hears the dead guy say. Fraser’s father seems to be pretty pissy for a corpse.
“As I was saying, before your young man interrupted me, the world is about to end.”
It’s okay, Ray thinks. He can deal with this. He’s definitely seen weirder. Or almost as weird, anyway.
He smiles at the dead guy.
“Why are you telling us? Can we stop it?”
Fraser’s dad turns to him, dismisses him and turns back to Fraser.
“I just thought you might like a little advance warning,” he says. “Time to get your affairs in order, that sort of thing.”
“Dad…” Fraser starts to say something but the ghost has already vanished.
“Sorry, Ray. He can be a little temperamental. More so now that he’s dead, I’ve found.” Fraser sighs and rubs his eyebrow.
Ray feels the need to sit down.
“Coffee,” he says.
“Ray…”
“Look, Frase, I’m having a little trouble with this, ok? So we’re going to go and get a cup of coffee so I can think about what I just saw. Maybe convince myself I haven’t lost my mind.”
“Understood, Ray.”
They turn away from the station and Ray unlocks the GTO. Climbs into the driver’s seat and looks at Fraser expectantly.
Fraser looks down the block, where he can see Starbucks. He opens his mouth to ask and then closes it again.
“While I appreciate him dropping by to let me know, I’d appreciate it if he’d given me a time frame,” he mutters to Diefenbaker as he opens the car door for him.
They sit in silence as Ray drives. Fraser realises where they’re going about halfway there.
Ray parks. Turns off the engine. He looks at Fraser and the words come out by themselves, his mouth turning up into a smirk.
“So, you want to come up for a cup of coffee?”
Fraser smiles. A year or two ago and he wouldn’t have understood, but now he knows what Ray is saying. He stops himself from asking if Ray is sure, because Ray is many things but Fraser knows that he always means what he says.
Ray is gone before he finishes creating a response, leaning against the doorway and just looking at him. He swallows, climbs out of the car and looks uncertainly at Diefenbaker.
“Bring him,” Ray says. “We’ll order pizza.”
He pauses.
“If there’s time before the world ends. Jesus.”
He shakes his head and starts up the stairs. Fraser follows; watches him.
They’re sat on Ray’s couch, when it suddenly goes dark. Fraser puts down his tea and crosses to the window.
“Solar eclipse,” he tells Ray.
Ray grimaces, drops another handful of M&Ms into his coffee and turns to Dief.
“Sorry, buddy. Guess there won’t be time for Pizza.”
He gulps down the rest of his drink. The world is really ending, he thinks. They should probably be out there helping to keep things calm but, fuck it, no tomorrow means no consequences.
He moves to stand next to Fraser, gently takes his hat off. They look at each other for a moment and then their mouths are pressed together. He licks into Fraser’s mouth, tastes the tea he was drinking and curls his fingers into the hair on the back of his neck.
“This okay, Frase?” he asks.
He’s shaking, or Fraser’s shaking or maybe the fucking building is shaking. He hopes he isn’t going to die before they get anywhere because finally. Finally.
“Oh yes, Ray. This is definitely okay.”
“Good.”
He smiles and kisses Fraser again, both of them holding the other tightly. Diefenbaker whines and he pulls away again, leads Fraser into the bedroom. Shuts the door behind them. Pushes Fraser against it.
His hands press Fraser’s wrists down onto the solid wood and Fraser groans. Ray takes a moment to admire. Fraser is at his mercy, his whole face open, desire written upon it. Then he remembers the urgency, releases those hands and presses his whole body against Fraser’s.
He knows that Fraser could get away if he wanted to, but that’s not the point.
Fraser’s hands grab at him. Pull his shirt up, exposing his stomach, his ribs. Hands creep upwards. He raises his arms and lets Fraser pull his shirt up. They kiss and both get caught in it as it comes over his head.
He smiles, pulls away, throws it off. Fraser is pulling off his own clothes, complicated patterns that Ray might have figured out with enough time, but they don’t have time. The building is definitely shaking now.
Ray’s hands reach down to his own pants. He unzips them, slides them off. Grabs on to Fraser as the floor shifts beneath him.
They make their way to the bed, Fraser in control this time, pushing him down onto the blankets, mouth hot against his own. He gasps and shivers when their bare skin touches.
His brain grinds to a sudden halt.
“Would we be doing this if the world wasn’t ending?” he asks, reaching his hand down between them.
Fraser’s breathing hitches as Ray’s fingers close around his cock and the words that come out seem to be a struggle.
“I’m not certain” a kiss “but I think, Ray,” Fraser pauses, bringing his forehead down to touch Ray’s, “that we would have reached this conclusion on our own” -gasp- “eventually.”
The corners of Ray’s mouth curl up and he closes his eyes.
The world explodes into white behind his eyelids.
Title: Spem Abicite
Author: gentle_thorns
Fandom: Due South
Rating: R or something. There are naughty words and nudity, so... yeah
Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Warnings: None, apart from the world ending
Recipient: glossing (Billy just asked me if I mean THE glossing, so yeah, a little intimidated over here)
Request: Due South, obviously. "Dead!Bob somewhere in there? A mystical apocalypse of some kind would be fun and (maybe, no pressure) Kowalski-smut. *g*"
Summary: The world is ending, according to Fraser's dad. Also, nudity.
A/N: Man, this is going on forever... I'm sorry about the ending... I think i maybe wimped out a little. Beta-d a little by geki. All mistakes are my own. Also, why is it that i always get to posting and discover that i've forgotten to name the damn fic.
Benton Fraser’s first sign that something is wrong is his dead father telling him that the world is about to end.
Ray Kowalski’s first sign is Fraser having a conversation with himself, as usual, and Ray being able to make out the shape of another person, the whisper of a second voice.
At first he thinks he’s going crazy; too many late nights and high stress cases and maybe he should cut back on the coffee, but then he looks at the wolf and it seems like he can see someone else there too.
He butts into the conversation Fraser is having because polite isn’t really his thing anyway and it’s not like Fraser’s talking to a real person.
“Frase, please tell me I’m not really seeing a translucent guy dressed like you.”
Fraser breaks off mid sentence and looks at him, a little startled, eyes wide.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Ray. Allow me to introduce my father to you.”
Ray stops. Stares.
“Your father. Your dead father? The dead father you came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of?” He shakes his head. “Now, see, I’m sure that if dead people were walking around it would have been in the paper or something, Fraser.”
He rakes his fingers through his hair and smiles uneasily. Fraser looks distinctly uncomfortable. The dead guy is becoming more solid by the second.
“It’s all right, son. Don’t mind me. I’m only dead after all,” he hears the dead guy say. Fraser’s father seems to be pretty pissy for a corpse.
“As I was saying, before your young man interrupted me, the world is about to end.”
It’s okay, Ray thinks. He can deal with this. He’s definitely seen weirder. Or almost as weird, anyway.
He smiles at the dead guy.
“Why are you telling us? Can we stop it?”
Fraser’s dad turns to him, dismisses him and turns back to Fraser.
“I just thought you might like a little advance warning,” he says. “Time to get your affairs in order, that sort of thing.”
“Dad…” Fraser starts to say something but the ghost has already vanished.
“Sorry, Ray. He can be a little temperamental. More so now that he’s dead, I’ve found.” Fraser sighs and rubs his eyebrow.
Ray feels the need to sit down.
“Coffee,” he says.
“Ray…”
“Look, Frase, I’m having a little trouble with this, ok? So we’re going to go and get a cup of coffee so I can think about what I just saw. Maybe convince myself I haven’t lost my mind.”
“Understood, Ray.”
They turn away from the station and Ray unlocks the GTO. Climbs into the driver’s seat and looks at Fraser expectantly.
Fraser looks down the block, where he can see Starbucks. He opens his mouth to ask and then closes it again.
“While I appreciate him dropping by to let me know, I’d appreciate it if he’d given me a time frame,” he mutters to Diefenbaker as he opens the car door for him.
They sit in silence as Ray drives. Fraser realises where they’re going about halfway there.
Ray parks. Turns off the engine. He looks at Fraser and the words come out by themselves, his mouth turning up into a smirk.
“So, you want to come up for a cup of coffee?”
Fraser smiles. A year or two ago and he wouldn’t have understood, but now he knows what Ray is saying. He stops himself from asking if Ray is sure, because Ray is many things but Fraser knows that he always means what he says.
Ray is gone before he finishes creating a response, leaning against the doorway and just looking at him. He swallows, climbs out of the car and looks uncertainly at Diefenbaker.
“Bring him,” Ray says. “We’ll order pizza.”
He pauses.
“If there’s time before the world ends. Jesus.”
He shakes his head and starts up the stairs. Fraser follows; watches him.
They’re sat on Ray’s couch, when it suddenly goes dark. Fraser puts down his tea and crosses to the window.
“Solar eclipse,” he tells Ray.
Ray grimaces, drops another handful of M&Ms into his coffee and turns to Dief.
“Sorry, buddy. Guess there won’t be time for Pizza.”
He gulps down the rest of his drink. The world is really ending, he thinks. They should probably be out there helping to keep things calm but, fuck it, no tomorrow means no consequences.
He moves to stand next to Fraser, gently takes his hat off. They look at each other for a moment and then their mouths are pressed together. He licks into Fraser’s mouth, tastes the tea he was drinking and curls his fingers into the hair on the back of his neck.
“This okay, Frase?” he asks.
He’s shaking, or Fraser’s shaking or maybe the fucking building is shaking. He hopes he isn’t going to die before they get anywhere because finally. Finally.
“Oh yes, Ray. This is definitely okay.”
“Good.”
He smiles and kisses Fraser again, both of them holding the other tightly. Diefenbaker whines and he pulls away again, leads Fraser into the bedroom. Shuts the door behind them. Pushes Fraser against it.
His hands press Fraser’s wrists down onto the solid wood and Fraser groans. Ray takes a moment to admire. Fraser is at his mercy, his whole face open, desire written upon it. Then he remembers the urgency, releases those hands and presses his whole body against Fraser’s.
He knows that Fraser could get away if he wanted to, but that’s not the point.
Fraser’s hands grab at him. Pull his shirt up, exposing his stomach, his ribs. Hands creep upwards. He raises his arms and lets Fraser pull his shirt up. They kiss and both get caught in it as it comes over his head.
He smiles, pulls away, throws it off. Fraser is pulling off his own clothes, complicated patterns that Ray might have figured out with enough time, but they don’t have time. The building is definitely shaking now.
Ray’s hands reach down to his own pants. He unzips them, slides them off. Grabs on to Fraser as the floor shifts beneath him.
They make their way to the bed, Fraser in control this time, pushing him down onto the blankets, mouth hot against his own. He gasps and shivers when their bare skin touches.
His brain grinds to a sudden halt.
“Would we be doing this if the world wasn’t ending?” he asks, reaching his hand down between them.
Fraser’s breathing hitches as Ray’s fingers close around his cock and the words that come out seem to be a struggle.
“I’m not certain” a kiss “but I think, Ray,” Fraser pauses, bringing his forehead down to touch Ray’s, “that we would have reached this conclusion on our own” -gasp- “eventually.”
The corners of Ray’s mouth curl up and he closes his eyes.
The world explodes into white behind his eyelids.