For the Whomping Fraser challenge

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

A festival o' sap, weighing in at 365 words, all of which have been given the Seal of Approval by my darling kassrachel. Thanks, hon!



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The bathroom door opened, releasing a cloud of steam and Benton Fraser, naked save for a smallish towel wrapped loosely around his hips.

“Hey, Ben, you seen my—” Ray Kowalski straightened and gaped at him, one boot dangling from his hand. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Nothing, Ray.” Ben’s eyebrows drew together, giving him a puzzled look. “Why do you ask?”

Ray gestured mutely, the sweep of his arm encompassing Ben from head to toe.

Glancing down at his chest, Ben uttered a strangled “ah.” The colour on his cheeks, already pink from heat and a thorough scrubbing, deepened. “I believe,” he said, turning toward the closet, “that we got a little carried away earlier.”

“A little carried away?” Ray shook his head and dropped the boot with a clatter. He gently rested his hand on Ben’s shoulder, his fingertips fitting exactly into the pattern of bruises across the crest of muscle. “This is more than—”

His other hand twitched away the towel, and he sucked in a deep breath at the sight of a trail of bruises on the swell of Ben’s buttocks.

“I assure you, Ray,” Ben began, but Ray slid his hand up Ben’s shoulder to his mouth, cupping his jaw carefully and stilling his words.

With a sigh, he rested his forehead against the strong tendons on the back of Ben’s neck.

“Sorry. Guess I was so glad to see you that I didn’t realize my own strength.”

A flurry of movement, and Ben was facing him, arms wrapped around his waist. Ray knew that stern look: exasperation, thinly veiled.

“Do you know what those marks means to me?”

Ray pulled Ben close and shook his head.

“They mean,” said Ben, his eyes fierce, “that I’m not alone. You’ve touched me, made me yours. I cherish every mark because you put it there.”

Ray bowed his head and pressed his lips to the base of Ben’s throat. With a little moan, Ben shifted against him, his arousal evident.

“Let’s go back to bed.” Ray slid his fingers into the cleft of Ben’s buttocks. “And you can make me yours this time.”

A wordless moan was his only reply.

Comments

[the-star-fish.livejournal.com]

Wheeee!!!

::dies::

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

::resurrects Deb::

::hugs Deb::

::chains Deb to computer to finish Garage!fic::

::laughs evilly::

[lynnmonster.livejournal.com]

Whomp it! Whomp it good...

Very nice!

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

We can whomp it... ::cracks whip::

Thanks!

[dsudis.livejournal.com]

Oooh, it's the good kind of whomping. *Very* nice. :)

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

I just couldn't bring myself to hurt Fraser any more, poor babe.

Thanks!

[chickwriter.livejournal.com]

Awwww - I love this! A tender kind of whomping and so very Ben. Sweetness and strength.

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

Thanks, hon!

A tender kind of whomping

Oxymoron, much? ::g::

[akite.livejournal.com]

Wooo! Now that's the kind of whomping that I go for! Hee!

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

Yay!!! Glad you enjoyed it. And your icon would be perfect for the next scene... ::g::

[shayheyred.livejournal.com]

Whuh.

THaaaassss good whompin'.

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

Oooooh, Shay liked it!!!

::hugging self::

::realizes how silly that looks and searches around for someone else to hug::

::pouts because no one's here::

[chesamus.livejournal.com]

Mmmm - sharing the pain in the best possible way. And after Victoria went out of her way to make certain she didn't leave so much as a fingerprint, I imagine the bruises make love with Ray quite real. Loved this!

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

Oh, what a brilliant idea!

Ahem.

Of course I meant that. It was all carefully planned.

::g::

[chesamus.livejournal.com]

I'm certain you did - otherwise I'd have to cry in my Pepsi since you basically wrote the story I was working on except for that ::g::

I guess it's time to go to plan B...

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

I guess it's time to go to plan B...

Noooooooooooooo!!! Finish and post your story! Just because I did one take on it doesn't invalidate yours.

Besides, I love your stories...

::hugging Ches::

[chesamus.livejournal.com]

I consider that kind of compliment a pretty good inducement. I'll try to get it posted tonight. And thanks for the hug - it was needed today...

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

I'm still waiting for your story...

[chesamus.livejournal.com]

Posted, posted! Thanks!

[tyk.livejournal.com]

never thought about those kind of fingerprints...

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

Ches is so clever...

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Awww. This is lovely.

[byob-kenobi.livejournal.com]

*stares at your icon* Mmmm.

Ahem! Yes, the story was wonderful. Ray would leave more than a few bruises, wouldn't he?

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

::stares at *your* icon::

Guh.

Thanks! Yes, I imagine that Ray would leave his mark on Fraser's heart, as well. :>

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[twistedchick]

::wide grin::

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

::hugs Kit::

[estrella30.livejournal.com]

::falls on floor::

Oh my. That was just...guh.

Thank you verrrrrry kindly *g*

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

::hauls E to feet::

Glad you enjoyed it! Thanks.

[tyk.livejournal.com]

They mean,” said Ben, his eyes fierce, “that I’m not alone...

ohh, this line really got me. i wouldn't think Ben would mind the marks, but the twist you give is the connotation he gives them...

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

::g:: Glad the twist worked for you.

[hellespont.livejournal.com]

Hmph. I've got some big bruises right now, and they weren't nearly as much fun. This made me feel better, though. The physical manifestation of loving someone so much you ache with it.

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

::stares at your icon::

::dribbles::

Guh.

::blinks::

Story? Oh, yeah. It really seemed to me something that Fraser would treasure.

::going back to staring at your icon::

[hellespont.livejournal.com]

Why, thank you. *discreetly hands you a sponge* It's courtesy of the wonderful people at http://www.precious-kisses.co.uk/ohs/ and is part of a whole collection for every Buffyverse OTP. There's some other fandoms, too.

[nowlive.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm. Hot and tasty. A great combo in a fic. TYK.

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

Thanks for your kind words!

(Oooooh, and Ray with the Fists of Doom! Love the icon.)

[lamardeuse.livejournal.com]

The bathroom door opened, releasing a cloud of steam and Benton Fraser, naked save for a smallish towel wrapped loosely around his hips.

Sweeeeeet baby Jesus. You just *know* a story that has your name at the top and begins with this sentence is gonna be good!

“They mean,” said Ben, his eyes fierce, “that I’m not alone. You’ve touched me, made me yours. I cherish every mark because you put it there.”

Okay, that's it. I'm officially a puddle.

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

I'm officially a puddle.

::grabs bucket and sponge::

Thanks, hon! Glad you enjoyed it.

[kassrachel.livejournal.com]

This makes me so happy!

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

::grabbing R and swinging her around in a big circle::

Whee!!!!

[mergatrude.livejournal.com]

me too with the happiness!

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

Thanks! You've made *me* happy!

[tobyfan.livejournal.com]

*purrr* There's something very primal and yummy about this. Marking and ownership. Yup. Works for me.

FYI, I recced "Lie Perdu" on tsflashback this week. I wasn't sure if you on that community.

[sihayab.livejournal.com]

Oh, thanks! I'm glad it worked for you. Primal. Mmmmmmmm...

And yes! I saw your rec of Lie Perdu! Many thanks. God, that seems so long ago... I remember telling Em and n about the first scene at the Baltimore WorldCon, just before the costume contest. They squealed like little piggies. ::g::