Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in t_31_bang, @ 2010-03-29 14:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | due south, entry, rated: teen |
Fic: STD Fraser 1/1 Due South
Title: STD Fraser.
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Due South.
Characters: RayK, Fraser, Bob, Diefenbaker.
Words: 1877
Prompt: 71 Ray sees Bob and can hear Dief.
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: RayK/Fraser.
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Language, Fainting, Crack
Summary: Its Canadian and its catching.
Author's Note: Um...sorry?
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A scratching began at the door.
Groaning awake, Ray put a hand to his head. What the hell had he been thinking last night? There was no way on Earth a man was meant to drink that much. It wasn't worth it, even if he had finally gotten the ultimate prude to drop trou.
Speaking of which, a soft snore started across the bed. He had to clap his hands over his ears to keep the grinding sound from tearing his brain apart.
Some people could be so rude!
He tried to bury his face in the pillows, but his bladder tugged at him. It wanted to be empty and would not take 'no' for an answer. Sighing, he tugged the nice, soft, warm blankets off his body, exposing himself to the freezing cold of his apartment.
This was not going to be a great morning after, he could already tell. At least he had his socks on still. There would be no hoping on one foot while trying to maintain his balance and ignore a throbbing head. No, that was one lesson from his youth he learned early on.
By the time he had climbed out of bed his nuts had tried to climb back up inside him. "Wonderful." Tugging at his sack, he staggered towards the bathroom.
"You know, if you wore underwear to bed, this would not be a problem." The raspy voice sounded highly amused. "Personally, I like wool, but not a lot of people have the fortitude to stand the itch. You might like a heavy cotton/polyester blend."
Not caring to hear any of this, Ray flipped him off and slammed the door shut. He instantly regretted this as the sound rang not only in the bathroom, but also in his head.
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Coffee. He needed coffee. "Brains." He dragged the word out in a monotone.
Running a hand through his wild hair, Ray ignored the greasy feeling. He would wash his hair later. Right now, his body was craving caffeine.
After downing two aspirin and pissing, he was no longer in the mood to go back to sleep. It hadn't helped some fur-faced menace had been scratching at the bedroom door again. Ray glared down at the source while he headed for the tiny kitchen.
Padding along, Diefenbaker's claws ticked across the linoleum floor. His nose was already in the air as he searched for food. Finding something, he whined to Ray.
"No donuts." His own feet made softer sounds. That was a good thing for his waning headache.
Diefenbaker whined again.
Irritation made Ray give the half-wolf the stinkeye. "Because you woke me up." Another quick glare silenced any protests.
Grumbling to himself, Diefenbaker wandered over to lay under the table. He kept casting annoyed glances back at Ray.
Ray ignored the mutt. If he wanted to be a pain in the ass, he could do it on Fraser's time. Right now was his morning time.
His first stop was the coffee pot. It was a quick matter of just turning it on. Fraser had already stocked it the night before. He was considerate that way. While the pot began to brew, he headed for the fridge.
It had been a long time since he had someone in his bed come morning. May be that was the reason he found himself humming softly while he grabbed the ingredients to make waffles.
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Balancing a tray in one hand while reaching for the door was hard. Doing it while holding coffee on said tray was damn near impossible. Yet, some how, Ray managed to get his bedroom door open. It was funny, he could have sworn that he had left it open.
While he maneuvered the tray through the narrow opening, he looked back at Diefenbaker with narrowed eyes. The mutt wouldn't meet his gaze. "Just what I thought."
Shaking his head, he followed the tray on through. It was one of those big ones with adjustable feet. He wasn't exactly certain when he got it, but now was thankful he had it. The stack of waffles shifted slightly when he turned, but other wise remained unharmed. Finally, he was through.
Ray took a moment to compose himself. In that time he stared at the bed and the man within.
Pale back peeking above the covers, Fraser was sound asleep. Freckles lined his shoulders showing his heritage. That wasn't the only place they were.
The memory of discovering the other locations made Ray flush. Clearing his throat, he headed for the bed.
Fraser didn't stir even to bat an eyelash.
That was okay, Ray would try again. The weight of the tray strained at his fingers but he made nothing out of it. Coming to a stop on Fraser's side of the bed, he watched the rise and fall of his lover's chest. "Frase. Come on, buddy, time to wake up."
Again, the larger man didn't even so much as shift.
"Oh, for the love of... Benton!" The old man stood on the far side of the bed, fur hat in hand. His exasperation was clearly defined on his face. "Get up, son! You don't get this kind of service often enough to squander it."
Frozen in place, Ray nearly dropped the tray. His left cheek twitching was the only move he made.
Groaning softly, Fraser rolled on to his back. He stretched out his arms to either side with a yawn. When he finished, he sent a quick glare to his father. "What is it that you are going on about, dad?"
"The yank, son, he's brought you breakfast. In bed, no less." Pointing in Ray's general direction, Bob shook his head in disbelief. "If you would go to bed at a decent hour and have less to drink, you might have noticed this kind gesture."
"What?" Still a little confused, Fraser turned his head to look where his father indicated. Seeing Ray, he smiled warmly. "Good morning, Ray, how did you sleep?"
"Fraser?" Voice brittle, Ray white knuckled the tray. "Is there an old man standing across the bed pointing at me?"
Fraser froze mid-yawn. Opening his eyes, he looked over and found his father staring back at him in shock. "Yes, Ray."
"Oh." Then the world went tilting in a strange way and the tray slipped from his fingers. Ray didn't notice as he hit the floor before it did.
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"How can he hear you?" It was Fraser. He sounded extremely upset.
Not that Ray blamed him. He was feeling a little queer himself. In the next instant he wanted to slap himself on the forehead.
"I have an idea, but I'm not certain you're going to like it." That was the old man. He had a distinctive voice even for an old man.
"Well?" Fraser again.
That was what Ray wanted to ask himself. Only, he was afraid to open his eyes and there be someone standing there looking at him naked again. So, he just lay there, wherever there was.
The old man sighed. "There's a long answer and a short answer. The short one is, he's one of us now." He sounded troubled by this. "He's a Fraser now, son."
"Oh god." As if his life wasn't bad enough. Ray groaned and clenched his eyes tighter shut. May be if he tried hard enough he could make it all go away.
"It's too late, Ray, we know you're awake." Sighing, Fraser sat down beside his lover. He put a hand on the man's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "How much did you hear?"
Ray popped open one eye so he could glare at the other man. "How did this happen?"
"Ah, well." Looking away, Fraser reached up to scratch at his eyebrow with the back of his thumb. "Dad, you care to take this one?"
"Dad?" Alarmed, Ray opened both eyes. "What do you mean dad?"
"I'm his father." Coming up to stand at the back of the couch, the old man had his hat in his hands again. "Hello there, my name is Robert Fraser, my friends call me Bob."
"You're dead." It sounded stupid even to Ray's own ears. Still, it was worth mentioning, repeating even. "How can you be here if you are dead? Fraser, how is your dead father standing in my living room?"
"On his own two feet, I would imagine." The attempt at levity ended with Fraser clutching his arm. "Ow, Ray. That was not necessary."
Bob sighed for a moment. Then he put on his hat and smiled at Ray. "That's another long story, but it's suffice to say, unfinished business."
When there was no more, Ray looked back to Fraser. Then he looked back to Bob. "You're done?"
"Unless you wish to hear the entire story. It's quite long, some might not find it worth listening too." He stared back with a little longing, almost like hope.
"Fraser, you are not related to this man." Sitting up, Ray used his lover's arm to guide him. "That is something I have never heard you say, not even once."
"Ray," Fraser said, long and suffering. Yet, he smiled fondly at the other man. After another moment, he looked to his father in question. "To continue on from earlier, you were just about to explain how Ray can now see you."
"Yes, well I thought I already told you, son. He's one of us now." Pointing to Ray, he flicked his fingers. "That was when the yank groaned and said 'oh god'. Which, by the way, makes me think you find the idea unappealing." He finished speaking looking at Ray.
"Well..." Ray looked away. Realizing he was starting to blush, he got angry. He sat up straight and stared the ghost down. "You! A labrador about the being one of you, now!"
A look of warning from his son stopped Bob from correcting Ray. He grunted and shrugged. "It's a little complicated, and frankly, something I'm extremely uncomfortable talking about." Twin glares made him frown. "Strictly speaking, it's sex. With you, between the two of you."
For a full minute, Ray could only stare in shock at the older man. Then, he blinked, and continued on staring. "You mean, I caught some weird Canadian converting STD from Frase?"
"Oh, heavens no. Nothing like that." Bob looked offended at the mere thought. "By having sex with my son, and meaning it, that's the important part, you're now..." he trailed off in a mumble.
Clutching Fraser's hand, Ray swallowed. "What was that last part? I didn't catch it?"
"Married."
"That's what I thought you said." Pale as a ghost, Ray's hold on Fraser's hand grew tight. "Fraser. Catch me."
"What's that, Ray?" Then, to Fraser's complete amazement, the other man fell back off the couch, out cold.
Ray hit the floor with a loud thump that made Diefenbaker jump.
Bob frowned at his son. "Oh, good going. You've completely missed your chance to play hero on this one."
Clenching his eyes shut, Fraser lowered his head to his chest. There was no way he was ever going to get out of this one. At least not with his body intact.
Under the table, Diefenbaker groaned about still not having had breakfast.
THE END.............................