Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2008-04-25 08:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | due south, rated: adult, slash, were/beast |
Fic: Chronicles Of A Lunatic 2/2 Due South
Chronicles of a Lunatic.
Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Due South.
Fandom: Due South.
Summary: Midnight encounters bring Benton his greatest fantasies.
Author's Note: Yes, it is a Panthera Tigris! Some of the aspects of this story are derived with permission from a story written by MR. Thanks Sweet Heart.
Warning: Crack.
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Kowalski/Fraser
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"And if I ever hear about another thing this reckless... this stupid, I will have both your asses in lock up so fast, your eyes will still keep spinning long after your heads stop! Am I making myself clear?"
Benton felt the need to correct the Lieutenant's grammar, but decided against it. He merely nodded his ascent.
"I can't hear your marbles rattling, Constable."
"Yes, Lieutenant Welsh."
"Kowalski?"
Ray smirked at his growled out name. "Sure thing, Lieu."
Outside the office the others cringed as another string of obscenities filled the station. They made a great deal of importance of ignoring the two as they quickly exited Welsh's office. When the two had passed beyond the entrance, they were suddenly animated again.
Ray shook his head in disgust, watching them through the open door way. "Come on, Frase, lets leave these prairie weasels to their gossip."
"I believe you mean Prairie dogs, Ray."
"No, I meant Prairie weasels. You know those black masked thieves that eat prairie dogs."
"Ah, the black footed ferret, yes, I remember."
"So, ya know what I meant then." Ray ignored the sigh as they walked out of the station and down the curb. Taking one look at his car, he paused, turned around, and stormed up the steps of the station.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm gonna scratch that bastard! Gonna scratch him until he bleeds too death!" In the next instant, Ray was in the air, kicking out, trying to get free. "Let me go, you bastard, that bastard has to pay for scratching the Goat!"
"Ray, this is not the time or the place. Besides, it is your fault." Benton had him pulled back to the car, pressed bodily over the trunk.
"My fault! That bastard causes me to wreck and it is my fault!"
"Yes, your fault for climbing out of the window, pulling your gun and blowing out his tires. Your fault for leaving me to suddenly take the steering wheel and leaving no room on the road for your car to park. So you see, your fault."
Ray stopped struggling. "You know what, sometimes I really hate you."
"I hate you too, Ray."
"Good. Now how about letting me up, that is unless you wanna go at it here for the whole world to see. Cause, gotta say, Frase, that is even weird for you."
"Why are you flirting with me?"
"Who said anythin' about flirtin? I thought I was offering my ass." He flexed his butt cheeks. "Here or home?"
"I believe I will walk today." Suddenly he let go, ignoring the disappointed moan from Ray. "Yes, today looks like a good day to walk. I shall see you tomorrow, Ray."
"Oh, so my ass isn't good enough for ya?" The detective slid off the car, and was following him, strutting his body.
"I don't understand what is happening, but this is not you."
"Don't try that crap on me, Fraser. I have seen enough women do that to guys, don't you try that 'lets just be friends' bull on me." He over took the long stride of the Mountie. A graceful leap brought him face to face with Benton. He put out a hand, stopping the large man in his path. "I am offering you everything you have wanted. Don't lie to me, I have seen those hungry stares you send my way."
"Get out of my way, Ray."
"No, not until you say you will fuck me."
"I will not."
"Then I'm not going, un uh, no way." To prove, it, he crossed his arms. "Gonna have to go through me, Frase."
"That will not be a problem." Reaching out, he grabbed the slighter man, and lifted him out of the way. He pushed Ray away as he tried to rub against him. After the man was out of his way, he took off at top speed down the block and out of sight of the man calling his name. When he was sure that Ray would not catch up with him, he slowed his pace to a brisk walk.
There were still some blocks between his current location and the Consulate, so he decided to do some thinking. Many things were going strange today. Well, to be quite honest, the past few days had been a little more than unusual. Ray acting like a person of loose morals, Ray acting like a devote Catholic, Francessca even more aggressive in her attempts at seduction and Lieutenant Welsh, to use a term he had heard quite often, 'growled like a bear with a tooth ache'. Something was definitly strange going on.
He paused long enough to growl at and stare down a rotwieler that had bounded at him from a run down building. When the dog wet itself out of fear, he continued on.
People and animals alike were behaving weird today. Diefenbaker's rebellious nature had been even more so this morning. That was something intolerable.
Speaking of intolerable, he had yet to finish dressing down Constable Turnbull for failure to acknowledge a superior officer of the RCMP. Again, something to blame on his erratic partner.
One moment the man was breaking down into tears, the next he was sexually assaulting him against a men's room door. Most disconcerting. This all spoke of mental duress. Perhaps something bad had happened to Ray. It would explain the varying degrees of emotional extremes. He would have to inquire later, if he could keep Ray off him long enough.
His mind drifted from one thought to the next not staying for long. Soon enough, he reached his destination, Turnbull was not at his post. This incensed him, dereliction of duty was an offense that would be brought up in front of a triumvirate. It was inexcusable.
Feeling the cold fire of rage rush through him, he stormed up to the building, threw open the doors, and marched down the halls. Following his nose, he traced the scent to the strongest point. His office. There the larger man still stood at attention, eyes facing forward, unmoving. That stopped any words he might have had.
Curiously, he circled round the 'stuffed Mountie', another term of his Ray. Both Rays. The Constable did not acknowledge his presence, yet again. But this time, common sense prevailed. The Mountie was not to acknowledge anything that did not pose a threat to the Consulate. It made perfect sense, so why did it still bother him? While he was contemplating an answer, the clock struck four.
"Ah, good afternoon, sir. If I may inquire, just what am I doing in your office?"
"Good afternoon, Turnbull, and no, you may not. I am sure you have other duties to perform, good day."
"Yes, sir, and a good day to you too, sir." Saluting, Constable Turnbull marched out of his office.
Sighing in relief, Fraser sat down on his desk. The day had flown by and he hadn't even noticed. It must have taken him longer than he realized to walk back to the Consulate. That would explain his sudden fatigue. Quickly he slipped out of his uniform, for once not caring where it landed. All that mattered was laying down. When the floor became to tempting, he gave in and fell flat on his face, asleep as soon as he touched down.
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The world was bright again, even though it was night. He was back in the alley with the large cats. This time, the normal Bengal Tigers were keeping their distance, the blond cat hissing at them every move they made. He paced forward towards the aggressive cat. When the cat caught sight of him, it lowered his tail, stretching it out to reach for him.
They linked tails as the blond rubbed against him. First cheeks, then foreheads touched, marking each other. Benton felt a pur start deep in his chest and rumble out into the night. It felt right, just like what happened next.
The blond tiger ducked its head under his forepaw, followed by his body. He knelt down, and stuck his tail out to the side, meowing repeatedly.
Benton bit the neck of the big cat beneath him and mounted.
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He awoke to the taste of wolf and carpet. Diefenbaker was licking his face and he had been sleeping with his mouth open. Gagging, he pulled away from the hybrid and scooted back against his desk.
The wolf-dog stared at him curiously.
"No, Diefenbaker, I don't think I am all right. In fact, I shall request that time off you are always pestering me about. It will be good to see home again."
Diefenbaker yipped at him.
"I know, you think it is about time. You don't have to tell me. Go eat some tooth paste while I inform the inspector."
A growl.
"Because your breath stinks and I don't feel like having to smell you constantly today."
With a grunt at the annoyed Human, Diefenbaker walked away towards the bathroom.
Fraser had his hand on the door knob before he realized he was completely naked. Though he was sure the inspector would later berate him if he had gone out, she might not be able to think clearly while around his current state. He almost decided it would be worth the trouble. Almost as he wanted to get out of Chicago fast. Something was wrong here and he felt that he couldn't get away quick enough.
Quickly he stepped into the sweats he had discarded yesterday in an uncharacteristic sense of nonchalance. They would have to do for this needed to be done quickly. This time he walked from the room without a second thought. Heading towards the inspector's office was more oppressive than usual.
He discovered why when he reached her office, the door was standing wide open and the Inspector was displayed across her desk. She was caressing her self, an ice cube running down the center of her bared breasts. "Come in, Fraser."
"Ma'am?"
"Don't keep me waiting."
"I am afraid I don't understand what is going on..."
She looked at him sharply. "For the Queen's sake, tell me it really hasn't been that long."
"Long?"
"Since you had sex."
"Oh dear!" He ran a thumb over his eyebrow in a nervous gesture. "Ah, yes, well, not quite. Um, you see, I didn't come... That is I am not here for... I wish to request time off from my duties. I feel it imperative as I can no longer perform them with any margin of success."
Thatcher sighed with disgust as she stood up from her desk. Walking around behind it, she grabbed her uniform top jackete and put it on over her shoulders. She rambled through the desk drawers, pulled out a form, signed it, then place it back in the drawer. "Go."
"Ma'am?"
"Go, as in leave, vacate my presence. You have six weeks. After which I expect to see you back at your post to resume that guard duty I had assigned you, only tripled in length. Do I make myself clear?"
He avoided her scathing gaze. "Yes, Ma'am." Then he saluted and walked away. It had been easier than he thought. Perhaps he should have spurned her advances two years ago. It would have definitly saved on some of the problems.
Once he reached his office door, he stopped trying to figure out what was going on for the sake of sanity. There were just somethings a man just shouldn't know. A sex crazed inspector was one of them. He opened the door and there stood another.
Frannie was seducing his wolf. Or at least it looked at that was she stripped in front of the lulling Diefenbaker.
He didn't wait to find out what her problem was, he simply grabbed her, her clothes and forced both of out the door. Slamming it shut, he leaned against it glaring at the wolf. "Just what were you thinking?"
A wolf smile.
"Get that look off your face. She would never have gone for it. Then again, as things have been strange of late, who knows. Get your things ready, we leave in ten minutes." With that, he rushed through his office gathering his personal belongings, extra clothes, and his father's journals. When he was done, there was a small shoulder duffel filled and his travel bag was slung over his other shoulder. "Are you ready, Diefenbaker?"
In answer, Dief walked up beside him, saddle bags over his back.
"Right, let's go." As he opened the door, a familiar after shave wafted up to his nose. "Ray, what a surprise."
"Surprise nothing, Benny!" The irate Italian pushed past him into his office. "Just what the hell is goin on with you? Didn't I tell you to stay away from whores?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about, Ray."
"You're lying to me, Benny, and liars go to hell. Do you wanna go to hell?"
"Well no, but..."
"Then quit lying. I know you were with that whore last night. I was there, I saw the whole thing."
"Ray, I assure you, I was here the entire time. I was, at no time, with this woman of loose morals you are talking about."
"Who said anything about a woman?"
"But you said..."
"I said a blond whore."
"Oh dear. I've got to go!" He backed out of the office and slammed the door shut. Holding the knob, he jerked back and pulled it off. "Oh my, sorry, Ray. Slippery fingers, I guess. But I have to run, and I don't have time to fix it."
The door shook as it was pounded from the other side. "Benny, I am warning you, don't make me get ugly. Benton! You are going to hell, I hope you know that!"
"That's nice, Ray, and thank you kindly," he called out as he dashed down the halls towards the front exit of the Consulate. The front door was standing open and Turnbull was sweeping the entrance. "No time to talk, Constable. Good morning, good day, and good bye."
"The same to you too, Constable." Turnbull sashed as he continued to sweep.
Fraser only shook his head at the man while heading on. At the curb was the familiar black car. Heading up one side of the walk was Frannie, and she was looking pissed. On the other side of the walk was Ray having escaped some how, now minus his suit jacket looking very shabby in a torn shirt. It was literally a rock and a hard place. He decided to go for the hard place and opened the GTO's passenger door.
Quickly he motioned the wolf in the back seat, and jumped in. Slamming the door, he turned to Ray. "Drive!"
"You got it, partner, just you and me." Ray put the GTO in gear and floored just as Frannie made a dive for the windshield. She slid off with a loud squeak and they pulled into traffic. "Wanna tell me where we are going?"
"Uh... I'm not exactly sure. Something came up, actually several things, and now I have to get out of town for a while."
"Sure, no prob. Any direction in particular?"
"North."
"Ah, gotcha, gonna have to take the China Town express way."
"I have no problem with that, perhaps we should obtain some food before leaving." Benton glanced at Diefenbaker over his shoulder. "Lots of it."
Ray swerved through traffic like a mad man, smiling behind his glasses. "Notta problem. Give me ten, and we will get there fast."
Benton started to regret his decision on picking Ray as the blond nutcase in the next seat grinned at him wickedly before flooring the accelerator.
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The car pulled up in front of a Chinese shop/restaurant. Well not so much pulled, as crash landed. Benton was holding the dash board in what he was sure qualified as a death grip. Ever since he had been thrown against it during a quick stop, he had not let go. Opening his eyes, he saw that Ray was grinning at him in that maniacal way of his.
"You okay?"
"Fine, Ray, thank you for asking."
"We're here."
"I see that."
"You going to get out?"
"Actually, I thought I might let my body rest for a moment before I did."
Ray's grin grew three times larger. "'Kay, buddy, see you inside. When you're ready." With that, he climbed out and slammed the door.
Fraser's already over sensitive nerves screamed louder at the noise making him jump. He sat with his head pressed against the dash over the glove compartment, hoping the world would just go away. Silently he swore to never let that blond evil Kinevil drive again. When he was sure he could walk again, he opened the car door.
It took all his energy to climb out of the vehicle. The ground seemed to quake under his feet and he grabbed onto the nearest thing for support. A thing which happened to be a Chinese shop keeper with a broom and apron. Letting the startled man go, he tried to smile. "I must apologize, I am feeling a little dizzy."
"Watch where you are going, asshole!" The young man flipped him off as he went back to sweeping the dead leaves from the sidewalk. "People like you are the reason this country is going to hell."
"I am afraid I don't understand what you mean. I was just a little dizzy from..."
"I know what you are dizzy from." He put two fingers to his lips making sucking sounds. "My cousin is one of you lousy dead beats."
"Yolow! What have I told you about talking to strangers?" An older Chinese woman came out of the store ringing her hands on her apron. "Have you no curtesy, no since of family honor?" She stopped glaring at the young man and stared at Fraser.
"Momma, this druggie nearly knocked me over from his stubling!"
The woman ignored her son, eyes wide as she made a gesture towards Fraser. When her son started towards her, she grabbed him placing herself directly in front of him. "What do you want?"
"My partner and I stopped for food and supplies, I am taking leave, ma'am."
"You can not have my son."
Now it was turn for Fraser to stare. "I do not want him."
"What is going on, Momma? Why are you acting this way?"
"Silence, Yolow!" She pressed his reaching hand behind her back. "Then why did you attack him?"
"I did not, as I was attempting to explain to him, he was the closest thing I could grab before I fell. I was dizzy from a drive." He ran a thumb over his eyebrow, a nervous gesture from habit.
Staring at the Mountie, she backed her son towards the shop. "Go inside, Yolow. See that his partner gets what they came for."
"But, momma..."
"Do as you are told, undisciplined child."
He huffed and flipped Fraser off again before complying.
The mother watched Fraser, listening for her son to leave before doing anything else. When the bells stopped jingling from the handle, she stepped cautiously toward him. "You must forgive us, we did not know your intentions. With your kind, it is always best to err on the side of caution."
"I do not understand, I am a member of the Royal Canadian Royal Mounted Police, there is no need to practice such caution in my presence. That is unless you are running an unlawful business. If that is the case, I am afraid I must ask you to cease at once."
She smiled at him. "You have no idea, do you?"
"None."
Taking pity on him she grabbed his hand and pulled him along towards a shop three spaces over where the stands out front were loaded down with assorted merchandice. Grabbing a mirror, she held it up for him to see his face. "Your hair line, it is shaped like an M. It is the mark of the Demon Tigara."
Confused at her words, he looked at his reflection. Sure enough, his hair line was forming an M. "A widow's peak, I hadn't notice."
"It is not a widow's peak, that is less developed. You are a demon, spirit, protector of the temples. Your shapes very from human to a large tiger, very beautiful. You bring good fortune or grave punishment. My son has been in trouble with his cousin lately, I was afraid you were here to take his soul to the dark realm."
"Ah, yes, well, no, I am not. I am afraid you must be mistaken." He looked back towards the shop seeing Ray being added by the Yolow to the car with three large bags. "Excuse me, but I must go before Diefenbaker cons Ray out of any food."
"Diefenbaker? Ray?"
He pointed at the wolf jumping out of the car towards Ray. "He thinks he is Human and Ray only feeds his delusions."
"So this Diefenbaker is a Demon too?"
"Sometimes." He then smiled kindly at the woman, stetson in hands. "Look, I must be going, I can no longer stay here."
She nodded as if it were sage advice. "I agree, the crime here has gotten bad. Perhaps it is time to move to another city, open another shop."
"No, I mean I have only six weeks leave before I must come back and I wish to waste as little time as possible."
"So you will be returning to guard the city?"
"Yes, it is my sworn duty."
"Perhaps upon your return you might deal with the crime here, I don't feel safe anymore. But with you around, it might not be so bad." She gave him a toothy grin. "Free egg roll with any wanton soup."
"That is a tempting offer, I promise to take you up when I get back. Good day." He placed his hat back on and started off to the GTO. "Diefenbaker, leave Ray alone. Ray, don't feed him that."
"Oh come on, Frase." Ray put the box of take out in the bag and then placed that in the car. "He says he likes it."
"I don't care what he likes." Out of sheer morbid curiosity, he pushed back the spikes on Ray's head. "A M."
"Uh, Frase?"
"Your hair, it forms a M."
"Yeah?"
"The young man's mother, she said something about... that..." He trailed off as Ray bent forward to place something in the car, his ass rubbing against Fraser. Benton watched as the shorter man rubbed against him, purring. "Blond whore, of course."
Ray shot up. "What did you call me?"
"Not me, Ray Vecchio."
"Fuckin spaghetti dicked balding shit! I'll kill him!"
"Ray, get in the car. We have to talk." Fraser climbed in the passenger side and watched as Ray sulked to the driver's. When Ray had settled in and put the car back on the road, he started. "What are you?"
"Same thing you are."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"Fine, we are basically Were Tigers. Know the thing about were wolves? Well same thing, only with Tigers and it is every night, not just full moons in which we change."
Fraser nodded. "Why me?"
"You wanted me. I can't have sex with a human without turning them, this was the best of both worlds."
"How?"
"I asked the Pride Elder's permission, the Lieu, and he said go for it. So one night I followed you home like the big bad were kitty I am, and attacked you. I tried to make it as painless as possible, but shit face interrupted us by calling the uniforms. Turns out he wants you for himself. So did half the pride. Frannie and Ice Queen are major contenders. But last night sealed any question of who I belong to."
"Last night?" He groaned as the memories came to him. "Oh dear, that dream was real, and that tiger was you?"
"Yep. Been tryin to get you to take me for three days. Tried hard old fashioned dating, hard to get, and then yesterday I went for the who gives a damn."
"Wait, you said who you belong to, what do you mean?"
Ray sighed as he thumped the wheel in time with the radio. "Vecchio challenged me. I had to claim protection or fight him, if I lost, he would become my new alpha. I am not Vecchio's bitch!"
"Why would he challenge you?"
"He wanted you for himself. I wanted you. He challenged, I offered myself to you, and you accepted last night. By the way, next time, try not to be so rough when you pull out."
"So that whole cat in heat routine was..."
"A ploy."
"Ah." Fraser nodded. It gave him ideas. Wicked ideas. "You are now my beta?"
"Yes." Ray sounded nervous, not so cock sure as he had been a moment ago.
"Does that mean you have to do as I say?"
"Yes."
"Good, I think I shall enjoy our trip through the Norther Western Territories."
This time he audibly gulped. "Norther Western Territories?"
"Yes, Ray, I am going home for six weeks, and you get to come along."
"Uh, Fraser?"
"Yes, Ray?" Benton looked at Ray as the world started to go black.
"Fraser."
"What is it, Ray?"
"Wake up, Fraser."
"I am awake."
"No you're not. Come on, Pally, time to get up."
Fraser opened his eyes. He wasn't in Ray's GTO, and his Ray was no where to be seen. A figured moved closer to him in the dim light, holding out something to him. "Who is there?"
"Fraser, don't be silly, you know very well who I am."
"Ah, Francessca."
"Yes, but you know to call me, Sister Mary Vecchio. Now it is time to take your meds, you have been asleep all afternoon so you missed the last dose. Come on, be a good boy." She held out the little pill container with a cup of water.
"Where am I?"
Frannie sighed as she rolled her eyes. "So today is one of those days. Okay, You are Benton Fraser, resident of the Chicago Home for those who survived the gulags. Turns out that McCarty was a right, the Soviets were planning an infiltration of the United States back in the fifties. It started with the Korean War, and went down hill from there. We lost over two million in the first days back in seventy-two. Early one morning in October they landed in all the major cities from New York to San Fran.
"Rebels fought back, but they suffered heavy casualties. You were a child caught by rogue US military men who had strayed off into Canada to avoid capture. The Russians followed them, killed them and sent you to a gulag as a conspirator. You spent the next ten years there until they were driven out by the Canadian Rebels. Since then we have tried to rebuild what little we have, unfortunately some were beyond repair or help. So they built this and sent you all here."
Fraser stared at her in a daze, memories fitting her words coming back. "What of my grand parents?"
"Dead before you were born. Your mom shortly after words. You were raised by wolves, well, a wolf. He pulled you out of a stream when your father left you for dead. A group of Mounties found you two years later mourning the death of your protector. From what they said, Diefenbaker was a great wolf."
"Half wolf, and yes, he was." Fraser nodded as a tear slipped down his cheek. "So I was never a Mountie?"
"No, though sometimes in your more cloudy moments you think you are." She forced the medicine in his hands. "If you want to continue talking, you have to remain lucid, that means taking the meds. I know they make you weak, but Fraser, you have to take them."
Nodding, he accepted them, cupping them, but not placing them in his mouth. He pretended to swallow them and placed them in his shirt sleeve. "Now please go on."
"What do you want to know?"
"Where is Ray?"
"Father Vecchio will be by later to say nightly mass. If you want to see him..."
"No, Ray Kowalski."
She stopped her motions. "Oh, you aren't asking the easy questions today, are you." Folding a bed cloth over her lap, she sat down in a chair across from him. "Ray Kowalski was a room mate of yours. He died three years ago. You found him in the bathroom looking in the mirror crying as he slit his wrists. Or at least the orderly on staff said you told him that. You were absolved of any wrong doing. He was simply too tired of the meds and depression to live. I'm sorry."
"Thank you kindly," he said in a daze. "I think I would like to be alone."
"Okay, if you need anything just yell for Huey or Dewey, they are on duty after dinner. Good night, Fraser." She stood up, kissed his brow and left pushing her cart.
He sat alone in the darkened room in a daze. His Ray was gone. Just as he gets him in one place, he loses him in another. But every time he tried to get his muddled mind around it, it didn't ring true. All he could remember was watching 'The Wolf Man' on the late late show and then falling asleep. His usual dreams were tempered with the movie and his preoccupation with cats.
He looked around, and sure enough on his walls were picture of cats. All hand drawn. There was one of Diefenbaker, one of his Ray, but the rest were cats.
Climbing to his feet, he put on the hospital slippers and walked out of the room and down a hall. At the end was an orderlies' desk with a security guard sitting there watching a TV. He waved at Turnbull, and walked on past to the commissary. Dinner had already been served and he was allowed to raid the fridge.
He smiled at the words scratched across the freezer door. Ice Queen. Patting it gently, he smiled. "Good evening, Inspector Thatcher." The refrigerator motor kicked on in reponse, chilling the insides. He was bent over grabbing a plate of dinner when something rubbed against his leg. "Just a moment, Ray."
There came an impatient growl/meow.
"Language, Ray."
The cat growled at him again then stormed away.
"Patience was never one of your strong points."
"What's takin so long, Frase. Jeese, pitter patter already, I'm hungry."
Fraser went ram rod straight, afraid to turn around. "Ray?"
"The one and only. Except that other guy, only he don' count. Don't think he knows how."
Fraser didn't stop the laugh.
"Well whattaya know, the Mountie has a dark side."
"I'm not a Mountie, Ray."
"Yeah, and I am the pope, quit foolin around and bring the damn turkey already."
Fraser nodded, grabbed the plate of Turkey and turned. "I apologize... Ray?" He dropped the plate.
"Oh great, now I have to eat if off the floor." Ray jumped off the table, graceful as a house cat, landing near the turkey. He waved his naked butt happily in the air as he bent over to pick it up.
Fraser stared in awe as the man ate. Gently he ran a hand down Ray's back, smiling when he arched into the touch. "How is this possible?"
Ray stopped eating and looked at Fraser. "You been taking that poison they call meds again?"
"I missed the afternoon because I was asleep and here," he handed Ray the ones from his sleeve, "I didn't take them tonight."
"That's good, Frase, real good. You need to get that crap out of your system, it rots your brains. That night you said you found me committing suicide, I wasn't. Damn hospital cat scratched me and I was rushed to the emergency room because of blood loss. I changed in the middle of the night into a friggen tabby and been hauntin these halls ever since. Huey and Dewey think they have a ghost, driving them nuts is my number one source of amusement." Ray looked him over. "That is until you are awake."
"What happens when I am awake?"
Ray wiggled his eye brows, but before he could do anything, a big gray cat hissed at them. "Oh come on, Lieu, do I interrupt when you and the rentacop go at it?"
The cat hissed and growled.
"Okay, one time, one! So we are even, now get the hell out of here!"
The cat hissed but ran towards the guard desk.
"That should keep him busy for a while. Ever since he scratched me, he thinks he owns me. Now where were we?"
Fraser put a hand on Ray's shoulder, stopping him from advancing. "What are you doing?"
"Tryin to ravish you, what does it look like?"
"But Ray, you're a cat."
"Are you discriminatin against me, Frase?"
"No, Ray, merely stating a fact."
"Oh, well, in that case," Ray dragged his finger nails down Fraser's arm, braking the skin in several places, "the same to you pal. Now get that ass exposed, I'm feelin frisky."
"You are being competely unreasonable, Ray."
"And you like it. Enough chit chat." He grabbed Fraser's hospital bottoms and yanked them down. "Kitty want's some tail." As he settled between Fraser's legs, he kissed him thoroughly into a dazed state. "Merow, Frase."
THE END
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