Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Written for the Under Duress Challenge on the Due South Undercover Live Journal Community, in which the stories were posted anonymously and readers tried to guess who wrote what story.

Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been, never will be. (Sorry, I've written a bunch of these today, and I've exhausted my cute sayings.)

Under Duress

A. Kite (June 2004)

Fraser swathed his tongue down Ray's neck and pulled back to ask his question again. "What did you say to Francesca, Ray?"

Ray was shaky but steadfast. "Nope. Not going to tell you."

"Fine. Have it your way then." Fraser could be just as stubborn as his partner. He went for an ear. Ray's ears were irresistible to him and quite vulnerable to his attack. Fraser tickled the lobe using just the very tip of his tongue. He had to hold Ray's head steady to get closer. He licked again and whispered, "Tell me."

Ray tried to shake his head no but had to verbalize it when he realized he couldn't move his head. "No. If you wait a day or two, until the shock wears off, I'm sure she'll corner you and tell you herself. You just have to be patient."

It was a dare. It affronted Fraser's sense of fair play, his own notions about himself. He'd give Ray a lesson in patience if it were the last thing he did, Fraser decided. "I'll show you patience, Ray Kowalski," he said smugly.

"Ha!" Ray threw back at him. He stretched his long, lean, naked body out on the bed. "Do your worst, Fraser. I can take it."

"Understood - but for how long?" No one could out-stubborn a Fraser. He'd have his lover whimpering and begging to come in no time at all. And just when he was the peak of frustration, he'd ask again and get a confession. He was sure of it.

He worked his way slowly and torturously down Ray's body. All the way down his arm to suck his fingers, which got him gasps and whimpers, but no admissions. Not even his tongue applied to the inside of Ray's elbow, usually a sure-fire way to get Ray babbling, worked. Ray was a talker during sex. You never had to guess what he liked or didn't. Though, Fraser hadn't come upon anything so far that Ray hadn't been totally enthusiastic about.

All right, if arms and fingers didn't do it, then nipples surely would. Fraser applied his considerable skill to Ray's chest. He licked, he sucked, and he nibbled. Every few minutes he'd stop and ask, "What did you say to Francesca, Ray?"

Ray wasn't talking. Fine then, time for Fraser to step up his assault.

He by-passed Ray's genitals all together except for a light brush that brought a moan to Ray's lips. Down the long legs, he worked. All the way down to Ray's feet. Something about Ray's toes really aroused Fraser. He'd never taken time to explore before. Other things had seemed more urgent, but now, now there was time. He traced the fine hairs on Ray's toes with a finger first. Then followed with his tongue.

"Fra-ser! You're killing me here." The protest was cut off abruptly when he drew Ray's big toe into his mouth, and renewed when he sucked just once. "Ok, ok! Stop it! God, Fraser, I'll talk, but you've got to stop that right now!"

Fraser eased his mouth slowly off. "Yes, Ray?"

It took Ray a couple of seconds to get his breath before he could speak, "Frannie was talking about birthmarks today, and I let it slip about that one on your ass that's shaped like Idaho. Don't let anyone tell you that Frannie Vecchio is stupid. She got what that meant right off. Her mouth gaped open and closed like a fish; then she ran off. I guess that's when she bumped into you. You're not mad that I outted us are you?"

Fraser back on his heels and took a moment to consider. "No, Ray. I'm not angry. Francesca is an intelligent woman. I'm sure she would have caught on eventually."

"Ok. Good then. 'Cause we haven't really talked about it yet, you know." Ray made a vague gesture with his hand, but Fraser understood, or thought he did. They hadn't discussed ramifications or whom they would tell. It was all still too new.

While he was distracted, Ray pounced. "Now, you got anything you're not telling me, Benton-buddy?" The game was on again, and it was Fraser's turn.