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As usual, many thanks go to kassrachel for her sterling beta work. One cliche: fuck or die.
Ray stumbled through the door of the Consulate, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Thank God there wasn’t much traffic on the streets at this hour; he didn’t really remember the drive over.
“Fraser?” He squinted down the empty, dim hallway. Must be in there, where a bar of light from under a door spilled across the floor. “Fraser, what the hell’s so important that you have to phone me at…”
Pushing open the door, Ray blinked as he scanned the room, then froze.
“Welcome, Detective.” The gun barrel that had been pressed to Turnbull’s temple swung around in Ray’s direction, then returned to its former position. “We’ve been waiting for you.” Although a Stetson covered her hair and a red bandanna obscured the lower half of the woman’s face, Ray could tell she was smiling; the skin around her eyes crinkled. The fringe along the arm of her red-and-white leather shirt swayed as she lifted her elbow.
Turnbull seemed okay. Scared, probably, given his bug-eyed look over the gag, and not too comfortable, tied to the straight-backed chair that usually sat in the hall - a penance for the unwary.
But where was…
Ah. The knot in Ray’s chest eased. Fraser was alive. Alive, and, from the glare directed at Annie Oakley, pretty pissed off.
Of course, Ray would be pissed off, too, if he were gagged, trussed up like a turkey, and as naked as a bluejay. On the sofa, his wrists tied to his ankles, face down, ass up… How the hell did Fraser get himself into that position?
“What do you want?” Ray shifted his weight. Could he reach his piece and take her out before she blew the top off Turnbull’s head?
The gun barrel pressed hard into Turnbull’s flesh, and he let out a muffled grunt.
“Don’t move, Detective.” Her voice cracked like a whip. “Even if I wasn’t an excellent shot, at this range I could hardly miss rearranging our friend’s face from the inside, and then marking up that lovely expanse of pale skin over there.” Her head jerked toward Fraser, who struggled against his bonds for a second, then fell still.
“What do you want?” Ray repeated, but he didn’t move.
Her eyes narrowed. She wasn’t smiling now.
“Strip.”
“What the fuck?”
“I said,” she cupped Turnbull’s chin in one hand and slid the barrel down his temple an inch, “strip. And then we’ll talk about the fuck.”
She couldn’t really be serious, could she?
Turnbull’s eyes widened as she jerked his chin higher and rubbed the nose of the barrel in a small circle.
Biting back a curse, Ray stripped, kicking his clothes over to the corner she indicated. Even though his dick had decided to burrow inside his body - hey, it was chilly - his hands hovered protectively over his groin, but she eyed him briefly, then, with a snort, let go of Turnbull’s chin, reached into the pocket of her white fringed leather skirt and lobbed something at Ray.
He caught it without thinking.
Handcuffs.
“Put ‘em on, Detective.”
He fumbled once, and Turnbull groaned as she ran the nose of the barrel under his cheekbone and back up.
“Okay.” The second cuff snapped closed, and Ray matched Fraser’s glare. “You happy?”
She laughed. “Not yet, but I will be soon, Detective.” Reaching into her pocket again, she tossed him a small bottle.
He caught it and stared at the label.
“Jiffy Lube: For Those Intimate Moments.” Raising his eyes to hers, he shook his head. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“Not at all. I want you to fuck the Constable over there, while Sonny Boy and I watch.”
A nightmare. This had to be a nightmare, and he was still in bed back at his apartment. No way could she… “You are one sick, twisted chick! Fraser’s my partner, my friend!”
She nodded. “Exactly. Who better to do the job than a partner?” Her free hand came up around Turnbull’s throat, her fingers digging into the soft skin under his ear. “Now get going, or your friend here’s going to start turning blue.”
Ray shook his head. No way could he fuck anything right now. His dick was as limp as a drag queen’s wrist, as floppy as a jello sculpture in August.
“Use some initiative, Detective.” Her contempt made him flush. “Go get the Constable ready, and I’m sure you’ll rise to the occasion.”
Glancing over at Fraser, Ray swallowed hard. Fraser’s position - back bowed, legs spread - emphasized his ass, and the family jewels hung heavily between his thighs. Poor guy, that had to be one uncomfortable position…
And Ray was going to make it more so.
Right. The faster they got this over with, the faster he could get Fraser and Turnbull free, and then they’d figure out how to take care of Buffalo Gal.
Besides, the thought of fucking Fraser was making his insides all shivery. Even if it was in front of Turnbull and company.
Ray knew he was going to hell for this.
Juggling the little bottle while cuffed, opening it and spreading the stuff on his fingers and dick wasn’t easy, but he managed. When he tried to set it on the table, the bottle flew from his slick grasp to the floor; he hoped he wouldn’t need it again.
Ray’s hands trembled as he gently stroked up the small of Fraser’s back and over the curve of his ass. Beautiful, soft skin. Fraser groaned and shifted his weight a little, making his ass sway, tensing his ass and thigh muscles.
“I’m gonna make you come first,” Ray muttered, leaning over Fraser. “That’ll make things easier.”
Fraser grunted in return. Sounded like a yes, or close enough.
Hot spots flared and heat trailed along Ray’s chest as it brushed against Fraser’s damp skin. Hands stroking smooth flesh, fingers exploring deeper, deeper, Ray focused on Fraser’s reactions to his touch, cataloguing every muffled gasp, every encouraging return of pressure.
Hard in Ray’s hands, Fraser tried to direct the rhythm of Ray’s strokes, but his bonds made it difficult. Ray took his cues from Fraser’s laboured breathing, from the way he shifted under Ray’s touch, and when Fraser’s balls drew up, Ray redoubled his efforts. Finally Fraser let loose a stifled scream and came, pumping thickly onto his belly and the cushion beneath.
Ray’s dick swelled.
Fraser’s eyes fluttered closed and he moaned as Ray finally slid slick fingers inside, twisted them quickly, then pulled free.
“Relax,” Ray whispered, positioning himself and pressing against Fraser. He needn’t have bothered speaking; Fraser felt like putty under his hands, soft and pliant, and Ray slipped inside with a long groan, echoed faintly by Fraser.
Balancing on his knees on the sofa was awkward, and trying to hold Fraser’s ass steady with his cuffed hands didn’t make things any easier, but damn - Fraser had the sweetest ass on earth, and nothing short of death was going to stop Ray before he was finished.
Hips thrusting, dick pumping deep, Ray squeezed his eyes shut. Every separate nerve in his body flared suddenly, and he threw back his head and yelled as he filled Fraser’s ass.
It seemed to take forever and no time at all.
Slumping forward across Fraser’s back, Ray turned his head and blinked.
Turnbull squirmed, his head jerking side to side as she knelt before him, swallowing his dick with obvious enthusiasm. She said something around him, and he yelped behind the gag, coming hard - she swallowed quickly and used her red bandanna to wipe up the overspill.
Getting to her feet, she walked over to the sofa, fringe swaying, and reached into her pocket.
“Nice job, Detective.” She unlocked Ray’s cuffs, tossing them onto the table, and winked.
Ray carefully pulled out, grabbed the towel from the floor and wiped himself and then Fraser as Fraser groaned.
“Whose bright idea was this one?” Ray grunted, tossing the towel onto the floor and awkwardly fumbling at Fraser’s bonds.
“Whose do you think?” She pulled the gag from Fraser’s mouth and helped Ray free him.
Fraser stretched, then slumped against the cushions, while Ray warmed Fraser’s chilly hands and feet. They watched her free Turnbull, pulling the gag from his mouth before straddling his lap and planting a kiss on his lips.
“Renny.” Ray brushed his lips over Fraser’s shoulder, then pillowed his head there. “You are one sick fuck.”
Turnbull unbuttoned Ado Annie’s leather shirt, squeezed her breasts and smiled. “Why thank you kindly, Ray.”
Fraser raised Ray’s hand and kissed his bruised wrist. “Wait till you see what we’ve got planned for next weekend.”
Ray groaned, but his dick twitched. Those two were going to kill him yet.
Ray stumbled through the door of the Consulate, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Thank God there wasn’t much traffic on the streets at this hour; he didn’t really remember the drive over.
“Fraser?” He squinted down the empty, dim hallway. Must be in there, where a bar of light from under a door spilled across the floor. “Fraser, what the hell’s so important that you have to phone me at…”
Pushing open the door, Ray blinked as he scanned the room, then froze.
“Welcome, Detective.” The gun barrel that had been pressed to Turnbull’s temple swung around in Ray’s direction, then returned to its former position. “We’ve been waiting for you.” Although a Stetson covered her hair and a red bandanna obscured the lower half of the woman’s face, Ray could tell she was smiling; the skin around her eyes crinkled. The fringe along the arm of her red-and-white leather shirt swayed as she lifted her elbow.
Turnbull seemed okay. Scared, probably, given his bug-eyed look over the gag, and not too comfortable, tied to the straight-backed chair that usually sat in the hall - a penance for the unwary.
But where was…
Ah. The knot in Ray’s chest eased. Fraser was alive. Alive, and, from the glare directed at Annie Oakley, pretty pissed off.
Of course, Ray would be pissed off, too, if he were gagged, trussed up like a turkey, and as naked as a bluejay. On the sofa, his wrists tied to his ankles, face down, ass up… How the hell did Fraser get himself into that position?
“What do you want?” Ray shifted his weight. Could he reach his piece and take her out before she blew the top off Turnbull’s head?
The gun barrel pressed hard into Turnbull’s flesh, and he let out a muffled grunt.
“Don’t move, Detective.” Her voice cracked like a whip. “Even if I wasn’t an excellent shot, at this range I could hardly miss rearranging our friend’s face from the inside, and then marking up that lovely expanse of pale skin over there.” Her head jerked toward Fraser, who struggled against his bonds for a second, then fell still.
“What do you want?” Ray repeated, but he didn’t move.
Her eyes narrowed. She wasn’t smiling now.
“Strip.”
“What the fuck?”
“I said,” she cupped Turnbull’s chin in one hand and slid the barrel down his temple an inch, “strip. And then we’ll talk about the fuck.”
She couldn’t really be serious, could she?
Turnbull’s eyes widened as she jerked his chin higher and rubbed the nose of the barrel in a small circle.
Biting back a curse, Ray stripped, kicking his clothes over to the corner she indicated. Even though his dick had decided to burrow inside his body - hey, it was chilly - his hands hovered protectively over his groin, but she eyed him briefly, then, with a snort, let go of Turnbull’s chin, reached into the pocket of her white fringed leather skirt and lobbed something at Ray.
He caught it without thinking.
Handcuffs.
“Put ‘em on, Detective.”
He fumbled once, and Turnbull groaned as she ran the nose of the barrel under his cheekbone and back up.
“Okay.” The second cuff snapped closed, and Ray matched Fraser’s glare. “You happy?”
She laughed. “Not yet, but I will be soon, Detective.” Reaching into her pocket again, she tossed him a small bottle.
He caught it and stared at the label.
“Jiffy Lube: For Those Intimate Moments.” Raising his eyes to hers, he shook his head. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“Not at all. I want you to fuck the Constable over there, while Sonny Boy and I watch.”
A nightmare. This had to be a nightmare, and he was still in bed back at his apartment. No way could she… “You are one sick, twisted chick! Fraser’s my partner, my friend!”
She nodded. “Exactly. Who better to do the job than a partner?” Her free hand came up around Turnbull’s throat, her fingers digging into the soft skin under his ear. “Now get going, or your friend here’s going to start turning blue.”
Ray shook his head. No way could he fuck anything right now. His dick was as limp as a drag queen’s wrist, as floppy as a jello sculpture in August.
“Use some initiative, Detective.” Her contempt made him flush. “Go get the Constable ready, and I’m sure you’ll rise to the occasion.”
Glancing over at Fraser, Ray swallowed hard. Fraser’s position - back bowed, legs spread - emphasized his ass, and the family jewels hung heavily between his thighs. Poor guy, that had to be one uncomfortable position…
And Ray was going to make it more so.
Right. The faster they got this over with, the faster he could get Fraser and Turnbull free, and then they’d figure out how to take care of Buffalo Gal.
Besides, the thought of fucking Fraser was making his insides all shivery. Even if it was in front of Turnbull and company.
Ray knew he was going to hell for this.
Juggling the little bottle while cuffed, opening it and spreading the stuff on his fingers and dick wasn’t easy, but he managed. When he tried to set it on the table, the bottle flew from his slick grasp to the floor; he hoped he wouldn’t need it again.
Ray’s hands trembled as he gently stroked up the small of Fraser’s back and over the curve of his ass. Beautiful, soft skin. Fraser groaned and shifted his weight a little, making his ass sway, tensing his ass and thigh muscles.
“I’m gonna make you come first,” Ray muttered, leaning over Fraser. “That’ll make things easier.”
Fraser grunted in return. Sounded like a yes, or close enough.
Hot spots flared and heat trailed along Ray’s chest as it brushed against Fraser’s damp skin. Hands stroking smooth flesh, fingers exploring deeper, deeper, Ray focused on Fraser’s reactions to his touch, cataloguing every muffled gasp, every encouraging return of pressure.
Hard in Ray’s hands, Fraser tried to direct the rhythm of Ray’s strokes, but his bonds made it difficult. Ray took his cues from Fraser’s laboured breathing, from the way he shifted under Ray’s touch, and when Fraser’s balls drew up, Ray redoubled his efforts. Finally Fraser let loose a stifled scream and came, pumping thickly onto his belly and the cushion beneath.
Ray’s dick swelled.
Fraser’s eyes fluttered closed and he moaned as Ray finally slid slick fingers inside, twisted them quickly, then pulled free.
“Relax,” Ray whispered, positioning himself and pressing against Fraser. He needn’t have bothered speaking; Fraser felt like putty under his hands, soft and pliant, and Ray slipped inside with a long groan, echoed faintly by Fraser.
Balancing on his knees on the sofa was awkward, and trying to hold Fraser’s ass steady with his cuffed hands didn’t make things any easier, but damn - Fraser had the sweetest ass on earth, and nothing short of death was going to stop Ray before he was finished.
Hips thrusting, dick pumping deep, Ray squeezed his eyes shut. Every separate nerve in his body flared suddenly, and he threw back his head and yelled as he filled Fraser’s ass.
It seemed to take forever and no time at all.
Slumping forward across Fraser’s back, Ray turned his head and blinked.
Turnbull squirmed, his head jerking side to side as she knelt before him, swallowing his dick with obvious enthusiasm. She said something around him, and he yelped behind the gag, coming hard - she swallowed quickly and used her red bandanna to wipe up the overspill.
Getting to her feet, she walked over to the sofa, fringe swaying, and reached into her pocket.
“Nice job, Detective.” She unlocked Ray’s cuffs, tossing them onto the table, and winked.
Ray carefully pulled out, grabbed the towel from the floor and wiped himself and then Fraser as Fraser groaned.
“Whose bright idea was this one?” Ray grunted, tossing the towel onto the floor and awkwardly fumbling at Fraser’s bonds.
“Whose do you think?” She pulled the gag from Fraser’s mouth and helped Ray free him.
Fraser stretched, then slumped against the cushions, while Ray warmed Fraser’s chilly hands and feet. They watched her free Turnbull, pulling the gag from his mouth before straddling his lap and planting a kiss on his lips.
“Renny.” Ray brushed his lips over Fraser’s shoulder, then pillowed his head there. “You are one sick fuck.”
Turnbull unbuttoned Ado Annie’s leather shirt, squeezed her breasts and smiled. “Why thank you kindly, Ray.”
Fraser raised Ray’s hand and kissed his bruised wrist. “Wait till you see what we’ve got planned for next weekend.”
Ray groaned, but his dick twitched. Those two were going to kill him yet.