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Title: On the Wings of Love

Prompt: Fraser is tired of having to hide his beautiful wings, but who can he show them to? Can he trust Turnbull to accept him and not cover his wings in cheese or shuld he tell Kowalski, who is his true love 4ever? Will Ray still love him when he finds out Fraser is half golden eagel? Will Turnbull get Frannie to put his fromage in her mouth? Will Frasier fly away for ever? Will Ray understand that there true love is ture even with Fraser's giant wings and Ray's lace panties? Red to find out!!! WARNING: slush, poetry, and Ray's kind of a hore but its totally NOT ooc so shut up u h8erz!!!

Prompt written by:

geekwriter143

Rating/warnings/etc: PG-13. Non-explicit sex. Fromage. Use of the word orbs.

At first glance, Benton Fraser of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, with his piercing cerulean orbs, the silken brunette pelt gracing his head, and his rippling muscles which were bulging in a subtle way, looked like your average exceedingly gorgeous Canadian peace officer. He, however, was not. Benton Fraser had a secret.

For nearly all of his life, Benton had been forced to hide a part of himself. Benton was only part human. His mother had been an elemental goddess of the wind, and, as a result, Benton was born with a pair of honey golden wings protruding from the smooth white flesh between his broad shoulders.

His mother had given her life to save his from the dastardly poacher Holloway Muldoon, who had planned on plucking Benton’s pretty golden feathers to use to fill the embroidered pillow he was making to woo his childhood sweetheart Sally Bell.

Afterwards, his father, Robert Fraser of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, and his grandparents, had ordered Benton to keep his wings folded away at all times, deeming them a danger. And, being dutiful as he was, he had complied with their request. Lately, though, Benton found that he wished to hide not longer.

Sometime over the duration of their northern exploration, Benton realized that he was deeply in love with his partner, one Stanley Raymond Kowalski of the Chicago police department. He had returned to Chicago with Ray hoping to gain the needed courage to reveal his hearts desire. But Benton knew that it would be wrong to offer his love to Ray without first revealing to Ray exactly what he was.

Three months had now passed since their quest had ended. Benton had lost count of all the times opportunity had been let to slip between his fingers. He was determined to not let another chance pass him by.

Having just finished a late dinner at the Greek restaurant which had recently opened down the street from the 2-7, Benton and Ray were heading to Ray’s apartment to watch that night’s hockey game. Benton would tell Ray after the game, revealing to his gorgeous, lithe, firecracker of a partner both his secret and his love. Then, if by some miracle Ray did not spurn him, conceivably he and the fair-haired detective could remove their clothes and proceed to…

Benton’s increasingly passionate thoughts were interrupted by Ray’s question.

“What was up with Frannie and Turnbull today? I mean, Turnbull’s always been a little queer, but asking her to lick his cheese? What’s up with that?”

Benton answered without turning to face Ray, afraid that the ardent desire burning in his eyes would be all too readable to Ray’s brilliantly deductive self.

“Ah. I believe he requested that she like his fromage.”

“So he wants Frannie to like his cheese?”

“Knowing Turnbull? Yes. But in this case he was merely inviting Francesca to watch some television with him.” Catching Ray’s raised eyebrow in his peripheral vision, he continued, “Fromage is a yearly Canadian television special which pays homage to the music videos deemed to be that year’s ‘cheesiest’.”

The rest of the short drive passed near silently, with only Ray’s soft humming to the radio and a soft huff from Dief in the backseat breaking the quiet.

The hockey game turned out to be remarkably unremarkable, and it, to Benton’s lust clouded mind, ended all too soon. He knew, though, that he needed to act now, before he allowed himself to persuade himself to delay again.

“Ray, though I know this may unduly complicate our partnership, I feel I must tell you that I have wings. Also, I am wildly in love with you and, if at all possible, would very much like to have sexual relations together.”

Ray smiled blindingly and reached forward to begin undoing the buttons of Benton’s shirt. “Let me see. Err, they are on your back, right?”

“Yes, Ray.”

Ray’s lissome fingers had quickly relieved Benton from his flannel shirt. Feeling a welling up of adoration at being able to share his secret with the man he was in love with, Benton closed his eyes and allowed his wings to unfurl and open to their full span.

He felt Ray’s beautifully slender fingers threading lightly through the feathers nearest to the tip of his right wing. Benton felt a shudder of pleasure streak through his body. When the fingers of Ray’s other hand set to investigating his left nipple, Benton was unable to stop a low moan from escaping his mouth.

“Raaay! Please allow me to strip you naked and insert my male sexual organ into your anal passage.”

Immediately Benton regretted his request, as Ray’s fingers went motionless. Ray jerked away from his body and dropped his head, refusing eye contact.

“Fraser… Benton…” Ray did look up, then, shyly, his gorgeous, long eyelashes framing his sad looking sapphire orbs. “I have to tell you something, too, before this can go any further. I have lace panties.”

Benton sighed a sigh of relief, worried that it had been his wings that had given Ray pause. “I fail to see why your choice in undergarments would impede our sexual relations. Why, I myself once donned female undergarments in order to better pursue justice.”

Ray shook his head. “No, I’m not wearing lace panties. I… Do they have dolls up there in the Northwest places? Barbie? And I don’t need a story, just a yes or no.”

Not really trusting himself to not tell a story, Benton just shook his head yes.

“Ken too?”

Another nod.

“You ever seen a naked Ken?”

Benton nodded once again, beginning to feel a little lost as to what this conversation had to do with anything.

“And I’m sure you’ve noticed how flat my ass is, well…” Ray took a deep breath, seemingly preparing himself before continuing. “I’m like Ken. Only with lace.”

Benton wondered if perhaps this were the place for a story, but couldn’t think of one that was in any way relevant. “You have no male genitals, Ray?”

Ray gave him what he could only term to be a dirty look. “It just so happens that I have an asshole and a dick. It’s retractable.” Ray gave him a rakish grin, “ You can lick it, if you want.”

So Benton and Ray gave Dief some leftover pizza to keep him occupied, and then withdrew to Ray’s bedroom. They proceeded to disrobe, excepting Benton’s wings and Ray’s nonremovable undergarments, and have sizzlingly passionate, manly sexual relations. Benton’s wings were stroked and Ray’s retractable penis was licked. They both came at the some time, spurting cum over each others chest.

Benton reluctantly left the bed long enough to retrieve a moist cloth which he used to clean them both. He then lay back down next to his Ray, whose sex rumpled flaxen hair served to render him even more angelic than he usually was, and pulled his head to rest against his chest. Benton then curled his wings around them both and held Ray against him as they both drifted off into sleep.