Genre Redux Challenge by Tara Keezer
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ds_flashfictionTitle: The Rakish Detective
Author: Tara "Call Me Barbara" Keezer
Rating: G
Warnings: Ellipses abuse; purple prose; epithets throughout
Notes: A Ray K/Fraser romance in the key of Barbara Cartland.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
isiscolo beta'd, so you can throw things at her for not stopping me when she had the chance. Roughly 650 words.
Benton found himself trapped against Detective Ray Kowalski's breakfast bar. His sapphire orbs glittered with dismay, and a shell pink flush rose on his alabaster skin. His midnight locks were in disarray, though not from any of Nature's tricks.
"Detective ... Please!" he exclaimed. Benton held out one perfectly formed hand before him in an attempt to keep the other man from encroaching further.
The detective's cold, pale hazel eyes glittered with an intensity that sent Benton's heart racing ... though whether with fear or some other emotion, he didn't know.
"I can help you, Fraser," purred the detective, his voice low and rough. "I can help you get back to those Northwest Areas you're always talking about."
Covered in confusion, Benton allowed his hand to drop slightly. "I ... you can?"
"Yes!" Kowalski cried, moving quickly to clasp Benton to his chest.
"Detective!"
Benton shuddered as the detective nuzzled his neck. It was such a strange thing he was feeling ... a feeling he had never before felt. And yet ... yet it felt so ... so very right. Even so, he pushed at the other man and tried to put distance between them.
"What ... what are you doing?" Benton wailed as the detective's hand skated downward to cup Benton's most intimate flesh.
"Don't play the innocent, Fraser," Kowalski demanded. "I can get you home. All I ask in exchange is one night with you."
His limpid, azure globes filled with tears as Benton tried once again to reason with the detective. "I ... I can't!" exclaimed Benton.
"You can!" ejaculated Kowalski. "You were with Vecchio. Everyone knows it. All I want is what you gave him!"
"Ah!" cried Benton, his heart shattering into a thousand pieces. He fought like a wild cat to escape Kowalski's arms, stammering incoherently, "We never ... Raymond Vecchio is as a brother to me ... I've not been with ..." Benton's face flushed a dull, unbecoming red, and he stopped struggling at once. Instead, he straightened his spine and looked straight into the eyes of the man he might have loved. "I have been with no one, Detective. Not Raymond Vecchio, not anyone. You are the first to touch me in such a familiar manner."
Kowalski stared deeply into Benton's icy blue gaze and saw, at last, the truth of the matter. He threw himself violently away from the focus of his passion, crying out in shame, "What have I done? I've destroyed a man ... a good man ... a pure man! And for what? Lust!"
His heart an agony of indecision, Benton pushed away from the breakfast bar, his hand reaching out to the detective. No, he thought suddenly. Not *the* detective. *My* detective!
Benton's heart sang as he realized that only love could have prevented Ray from taking what he so clearly wanted. Only love could have allowed him to at last respect Benton as he should be respected.
"Ray ... my love!" Benton cried out.
Kowalski hunched over further, his psychic pain clearly translated to physical pain. "Go. Go now. I don't deserve to look at you ... be near you ..." a quick sob escaped his throat "... have anything to do with you ever again. Go."
"Ray ..." Benton reached his one true love and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Please. Look at me ... look at me now."
Unable to deny that compelling and much beloved voice anything it asked, Kowalski looked at Benton and saw yet another truth ... the truth that Benton really did love him. The glory of that love seared Ray Kowalski to his soul ... it burned away all the old hatred he felt for his bitter rival, Vecchio ... and in its place was nothing but the ecstasy of loving the man before him.
Straightening up at last, Kowalski reached out to Benton ... touching him in love instead of lust ... memorizing with his fingers and newly warm hazel eyes the man he would love forever.
The End.
Author: Tara "Call Me Barbara" Keezer
Rating: G
Warnings: Ellipses abuse; purple prose; epithets throughout
Notes: A Ray K/Fraser romance in the key of Barbara Cartland.
isiscolo beta'd, so you can throw things at her for not stopping me when she had the chance. Roughly 650 words.Benton found himself trapped against Detective Ray Kowalski's breakfast bar. His sapphire orbs glittered with dismay, and a shell pink flush rose on his alabaster skin. His midnight locks were in disarray, though not from any of Nature's tricks.
"Detective ... Please!" he exclaimed. Benton held out one perfectly formed hand before him in an attempt to keep the other man from encroaching further.
The detective's cold, pale hazel eyes glittered with an intensity that sent Benton's heart racing ... though whether with fear or some other emotion, he didn't know.
"I can help you, Fraser," purred the detective, his voice low and rough. "I can help you get back to those Northwest Areas you're always talking about."
Covered in confusion, Benton allowed his hand to drop slightly. "I ... you can?"
"Yes!" Kowalski cried, moving quickly to clasp Benton to his chest.
"Detective!"
Benton shuddered as the detective nuzzled his neck. It was such a strange thing he was feeling ... a feeling he had never before felt. And yet ... yet it felt so ... so very right. Even so, he pushed at the other man and tried to put distance between them.
"What ... what are you doing?" Benton wailed as the detective's hand skated downward to cup Benton's most intimate flesh.
"Don't play the innocent, Fraser," Kowalski demanded. "I can get you home. All I ask in exchange is one night with you."
His limpid, azure globes filled with tears as Benton tried once again to reason with the detective. "I ... I can't!" exclaimed Benton.
"You can!" ejaculated Kowalski. "You were with Vecchio. Everyone knows it. All I want is what you gave him!"
"Ah!" cried Benton, his heart shattering into a thousand pieces. He fought like a wild cat to escape Kowalski's arms, stammering incoherently, "We never ... Raymond Vecchio is as a brother to me ... I've not been with ..." Benton's face flushed a dull, unbecoming red, and he stopped struggling at once. Instead, he straightened his spine and looked straight into the eyes of the man he might have loved. "I have been with no one, Detective. Not Raymond Vecchio, not anyone. You are the first to touch me in such a familiar manner."
Kowalski stared deeply into Benton's icy blue gaze and saw, at last, the truth of the matter. He threw himself violently away from the focus of his passion, crying out in shame, "What have I done? I've destroyed a man ... a good man ... a pure man! And for what? Lust!"
His heart an agony of indecision, Benton pushed away from the breakfast bar, his hand reaching out to the detective. No, he thought suddenly. Not *the* detective. *My* detective!
Benton's heart sang as he realized that only love could have prevented Ray from taking what he so clearly wanted. Only love could have allowed him to at last respect Benton as he should be respected.
"Ray ... my love!" Benton cried out.
Kowalski hunched over further, his psychic pain clearly translated to physical pain. "Go. Go now. I don't deserve to look at you ... be near you ..." a quick sob escaped his throat "... have anything to do with you ever again. Go."
"Ray ..." Benton reached his one true love and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Please. Look at me ... look at me now."
Unable to deny that compelling and much beloved voice anything it asked, Kowalski looked at Benton and saw yet another truth ... the truth that Benton really did love him. The glory of that love seared Ray Kowalski to his soul ... it burned away all the old hatred he felt for his bitter rival, Vecchio ... and in its place was nothing but the ecstasy of loving the man before him.
Straightening up at last, Kowalski reached out to Benton ... touching him in love instead of lust ... memorizing with his fingers and newly warm hazel eyes the man he would love forever.
The End.
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