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Title: The Chosen One

Prompt: The rumors are unclear as to whether Ray has been abducted by aliens, taken on the profession of performance arsonist, or become the new messiah. Which of these (if any) is true? Which Ray does it concern? Benton wants to do an impromptu investigation, but Dief says he can't do so until he finishes his chores. On top of this, Thatcher makes a strange and strenuous demand. Will Benton be able to cope with these various sources of stress? Will he rescue Ray? Arrest Ray? Become his most devoted disciple? Read and find out.

Prompt written by:

marcellapolman

Warnings: Extensive use of past perfect. Extensive sighing. I was naked while I wrote this. Unbetead. Could be rated R, except it isn’t. Het. Implied Slash.

Benton Fraser stood in the kitchen of the Consulate at three AM, scrubbing the ceramic stove-top, trying to make it blink and sparkle.

He sighed and his eyes stared blankly into the dim lit semi-darkness of the night, while his hands were doing it’s work automatically.

Ray had been gone for three days. For three days there had been no angel-like face smiling at him when he woke up in the morning. There had been no one he could bake his homemade Soufflé de Fraise et Crème for. No one who’d read him poetry before he went to sleep.

Benton sighed again. He threw the cloth aside and went back to his office, where he started to organize his usually alphabetically catalogued documents chronologically. A quick side-glance at the list Inspector Thatcher had given him told him, that he had nearly accomplished all of his tasks.

After Ray had not shown up after work and had not been available at home, the first thing Benton had done was to go to Inspector Thatcher in the morning to ask her for a few days off to find out what had happened to his lover. But instead she had just given him a cruel smile and handed him a sheet of paper that listed 122 he had to cope with before she would let him go. She had dismissed him and had gone straight back to his office, determined to refuse for the first time of his life, to delay washing Thatcher’s car until he had Ray back.
But before he had been able to grab his coat and leave the consulate, Dief had blocked the door, staring at him threateningly.

“No, Dief”, Benton had said, “I have to find Ray.”

But Dief had simply nodded towards the portrait of the Queen.

Benton had sighed and choked back his tears. Yes, the duty for Queen and Country were more important than his insignificant personal problems. He was a Mounty, for the sake of the Canadian people he had be strong.

So he had concentrated on fulfilling his orders. He hadn’t slept for the whole time, barely took time to eat and drink and brush his teeth.

He sorted the last file into the drawer and leaned back, rubbing his weary eyes. He sighed. Then he heard a knock at the door.

“Ray”, he thought and leapt to his feat.

The door opened and Francesca stepped into his office. Her slim figure was clad into several layers of flashing while gossamer linen, which were hold by a silver belt around her waist. Benton stared at her.

She closed the door and took one step towards him. “Ray sends me to you.”, she said, in a low, velvety voice, then opened her belt and let the garments slide off her shoulders. She smiled a him shyly.

Benton couldn’t take his eyes from her nude body. His mouth began to water and he sighed.

She made a motivating gesture with her hand and he began to take his clothes off, too. When he was a naked as she was she took a step towards him. He took her into his arms and devoured her lips and tongue with his while flames of passion sparked between them. They stumbled onto the cot and as he covered her body with his he could feel her soft thigh pressing up against his hard manhood. Her hard nipples stood out like two young rose buds and he dipped his head to lick and suck them until the room was filled with her screams of passion.

When he entered her smouldering cauldron of lust he could feel her fingers digging into shoulders, begging him for more. So he started thrusting and soon he could feel her tightening around him, spiralling down a never ending series of multiple orgasms. This triggered his own release and shot his load into her moist wetness.

Benton rolled off her and she stood up again to gather her clothes. He sighed satisfied.

Then he remembered what she had said before.

“Where is Ray?” he asked and suddenly he felt guilt filling him. Ray. The man that had redeemed him from his virginity. The man he always wanted to be faithful to. He felt tears welling up in his eyes.

“He is our bringer of love and joy and he wants me to bring you to him”, Francesca said and closed the belt around her waist again. He looked up at her and she gave him a warm smile. “Now that you are purified you are allowed to see him.”

“Purified?” Ben asked.

“Get dressed”, she ordered instead of offering further explanation, “we have to go.”

He complied and when he was finished she pulled out a match and lit it. “Just one more thing I have to do”, she said and dropped the match onto his cot.

Benton’s eyes widened but before he could killing the beginning fire Francesca had taken his hands and dragged him out of the consulate towards her car.

“Francesca”, he shouted, “Wait! Inspector Thatcher and Constable Turnbull, they are both…”

“They are with Ray”, she answered and pushed him into her car, “don’t worry.”

~~~

Francesca and Benton entered the big Victorian looking villa. Once inside she gave him the same sort of white linen garment she wore herself and told him to put it on. He complied, eager to finally get to see Ray.

She led him into a big hall. It was filled with white-clad people and Benton recognized several familiar faces: Inspector Thatcher and Constable Turnbull as well as Lieutenant Welsh and several other policemen from the precinct. They were slowly walking across the room without any obvious choreography. As soon as they entered the room Francesca started to join them.

The crowd was murmuring, but he couldn’t make out the words. After a few minutes a man came into the room and immediately the walking and muttering stopped. He wore the now familiar white linen, but his belt was not made of silver but of what looked like gold. Benton lifted his eyes and recognized him immediately – Ray. Before Benton could day anything Ray raised his arms and everyone sat down. Hastily Ben hurried to do, too.

Ray started to talk about love, the unity of all men and women and the symbolic meanings of fire. Then he declared his duty to spread the word and justice of… Grumpda?... all over the world. He ended his speech with blessing his disciples and then sending them off to “proselytize and purify”.

Benton felt strangely attracted to Ray’s words and he wanted to follow the crowd outside to help them “purifying”. But Ray called him back.

“Not you, Benton.”

He turned around and saw Ray coming towards him.

“Ray?” he asked, the words catching in his throat. “What is this?”

“I am the chosen one”, Ray answered, his voice dignified and yet humble.

“The chosen one?” Benton repeated.

“Chosen by Grumbda to ransom mankind.” Ray’s eyes were sparkling, as if lit from an inner light.

Suddenly Fraser felt sad. He sighed. “Does that mean you are a priest now?” He knew, Priests couldn’t do Certain Things.

“No, I am Treguladba, that means Messiah.”

Fraser sank to his knees. “You are the Messiah?” He whispered and sank to his knees, trying to kiss the edge of Ray’s garment.

“I am the One.” Ray took his Benton’s hand and pulled him up to his feet again. He looked directly into Benton’s eyes. “And I think I have some more purifying to do.” With that he put an arm around him and led him out of the hall.

Ben sighed.

~~~The End~~~