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Dancing
by Loonywoif

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Ray bounced on his toes. It was almost time for Rennie to get off of work, then they were going to eat and dance for a bit. Then he was going to take his Rennie home for more dancing, just a different type. Ray felt a grin spread across his face at the thought of the dancing he was going to at home. Rennie stretched out naked, on dark blue sheets, his body sheened with sweat. Oh yeah. Rennie sure worked up a sweat... dancing.

Impatient, Ray raised his hand to knock. The door opened before his knuckles could touch wood. "Hey Frase. Rennie off duty yet?" Ray grinned at the thought of his man.

"Yes, Ray in fact he�s just getting his coat." Fraser replied. "Plans for tonight?"

"Definitely." A flash of red behind Fraser made Ray smile.

"Well I cannot keep him away from you anymore. Enjoy your night, and Constable Turnbull, you have tomorrow off." Constable Benton Fraser walked out past his sometimes partner and stood at he curb. Diefenbaker whined and licked Ray�s hand before joining his friend at the curb.

"Hey Rennie. Damn you look good."

"Thank you, Ray. You look rather good too. Perhaps..." Rennie nodded towards his superior officer, "We should offer Constable Fraser a ride, it�s rather chilly."

"Yeah it is, which is why you should have your coat all the way up." Ray reached up and straightened Rennie�s collar, buttoning the last two buttons, kissing his man, he pulled the Stetson down. "I�ll ask him, you get inna the car." Ray tossed the keys to Rennie.

Fraser stood on the curb, one tan gloved hand burrowed into Dief�s fur.
"No, Diefenbaker. I will not ask Ray to stop on the way to pick you up half a dozen doughnuts."

Dief whined and looked up with soulful eyes.

The other hand came up and rubbed the bridge of his nose, Fraser turned to face Dief. "You do think you are human don�t you? The answer is �no�, and will remain �no�."

Ray laughed at the byplay between his friend and the wolf. "You really understand him don�t you, Frase?"

"Well yes. What can I do for you, Ray?"

"Well, I wanted to know if you want a ride to your apartment?" Ray asked, pulling out a small apple dumpling and handing it to Dief.

"Ray, please! Dief doesn�t need that, it will only make him sick." Fraser turned to the wolf. "If you get a stomach ache tonight, don�t complain to me. But no, Ray. Ray is coming to pick me up, he should be here soon. Thank you."

"Not a prob, Frase. Keep Warm." Ray called out as he walked back to the car.
"I will, Ray. Ray always keeps me warm." Fraser smiled and returned to yelling at Dief.

I so didn�t need to know that Frase.

Ray drove down the road, small snow flurries drifted down. He blinked as the small specks of snow tried to cover his windshield. One hand on the wheel, the other grasped the hand of his beloved. Kissing the tip of each finger, Ray thought of how lucky he was. He had a man that no would could deny was a good man. "Rennie, why don�t youd sod something to listen to on the radio?"
Rennie leaned down and switched on the radio. Finally settling on the station, he turned it up. A woman�s voice floated in the car.

~I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,~

Ray stood outside, the moon turning the soft flakes into rains of silver. He had dragged Rennie out into the snow shower. "Kiss me."

"Ray?"

Ray leaned up, wrapping his hands around Rennie�s neck and pulled him down for a long kiss. "Got a surprise for you." Ray pulled his lover over to a tree. Underneath the branches was a bright red quilt. Ray dropped in the center and patted the space next to him. Rennie sat down and Ray grabbed a pouch that was hanging from a branch. Handing it to Rennie, Ray lay his head on Rennie�s lap. Closing his eyes, he felt his lover stroking his hair. Wrapping an arm around Rennie�s waist, he dozed. "Check the bag. It has something to keep you warm. After all I don�t want you to catch some cold or sumthing."

"I know my Ray." Rennie leaned down and kissed Ray gently on the lips and stroked his cheek. Eyes closed Rennie just enjoyed the wonder of holding his Ray under the clear winter sky.

~You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger, ~

Rennie watched as his man systematically ate through everything on his plate. It really was a good meal, even if I say so myself. Even if I had to use deer meat instead of caribou. Perhaps, I can even get him to gain a little weight, he�s too thin.

Ray turned to his beloved. "Thanks Rennie, it�s delicious. Like you."

~May you never take one single br for for granted, ~

Ray sat on a gurney with his ribs taped tight. It was a cool night. The red flashing lights colored everything in a wash of crimson. Constable Turnbull�s eyes flickered left and right, searching, seeking, finally sighting Detective Vecchio beside an ambulance. Rushing over, he prayed that his Ray, the one who loved him so was ok.

"Detective Vecchio?"

"Turnbull?! Umm, hey. Looking for Kowalski right?"

"Are you ok, Detective Vecchio?"

"Yeah. Good. So�s Ray."

"Where can I find him?"

"Other side of the ambulance, Turnbull." As the Constable moved to go around him, Vecchio grabbed his arm. "Renfield, he�s fine. He was wearing a vest. He always does. He�s not taking any chances of being taken from you early."

Rennie ducked his head and walked around the side of the ambulance. Ray sat on the gurney. He was trying to get up but the attendants wouldn�t let him. Ray yanked his shirt out of their hands and tried to get into it. He got his arms tangled in it. Rennie couldn�t take it. Gently he straightened out the shirt and pulled it down. Wrapping his arms around his lover�s, "Ray."

~GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed, ~

Rennie recalled a time when he had to watch Ray pursue Constable Fraser. Looking down at the man sleeping with him, his heart rejoiced.

~I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean, ~

Rennie stood and watched as the sun set in the water of the Gulf of Mexico. The water bled red and gold. The waves rushed up and tickled their knees. Despite it�s fiery appearance the water was cool against them. Rennie tilted his head back, Ray kissed Rennie�s ear and nipped it.

"You taste good, babe. You know..." Ray kissed the soft flesh of his neck below his hairline.

"Yes, thank you, Ray."

"Rennie, only you would make a statement of love sound like you were politely thanking me for something." Rennie frowned. "Don�t take it like that, my Ren. I only mean... I love ya. You don�t need to thank me for loving you. I just do. And I�m lucky you love me too ya see. So if anyone should thank anyone, I should thank you. So Thank You."

Rennie felt a finger across his lips, "Shh. Just relax and let me love you."

Ray leaned over and covered those gorgeous lips. The taste of his Ren was intoxicating, sliding one hand up under the shirt; he rubbed one thumb over Ren�s nipples. Pulling back, he dragged his Rennie up with him, slipping his other hand into the warm space between Rennie�s shirt and hot body, he rolled the shirt up until he had to break the kiss to take off the shirt. Releasing his lips gently, Ray leaned back and teased his man, slowly pulling his T-shirt up, rolling it up inch by inch. Rennie turned over and smiled at his beloved. Straddling his beloved, Rennie laved his nipples, small, hard nubs stood in a silky near invisible patch of blond hairs. Grinning Rennie nipped Ray�s nipples.

Right before tackling him and pulling the shirt off.

"Rennie!"

Reaching behind him, he unbuttoned the single button on Ray�s cut offs and pushed them back. To tease Ray, he rubbed his taught ass against Ray�s now free cock.

"Rennie, have I told you how much I love ya when you get tough?" Ray gasped.

"As much as I love tasting you, My Ray." Rennie whispered.

Kissing his lover, Rennie lifted himself off Ray�s stomach. A small smile tickled the corners of his mouth as his pushed down his knee length shorts. The tan shorts matched the sun-browned thighs.

Ray watched as Rennie revealed skin in such a seductive manner. This vacation was a good idea. To take his Ren to a place as different Chi Chicago and Canada as possible. To wrap his lover in warm sun, warm waters. The sun browning his beloved until his was just done. And soon, Ray would place his slim cock, his pale, untanned cock, in the most wondrous cavern. The dusky tan of his man would provide such contrasts. He�s lucky that he convinced his Ren to sunbathe nekkid. Perhaps they would have another chance. Ray shook his head, unbelieving that he missed Rennie�s strip show, with an outstretched hand, pulled his lover to him, tracing one finger down the valley of delightsessiessing one finger in, he realizes that his beloved wasn�t as innocent as he seemed, the finger slid into a well-lubed passage. He dragged his man down and placed Rennie�s hands on his shoulder, lifting Rennie�s hips slightly. He placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to his husband. "Rennie?"

"Please, Stanley."

"Yes, Renfield." Ray pressed in slowly... gaining inch-by-inch, pressing into his man.

Rennie leaned back, his hands releasing Ray�s shoulders. He stretched his arms out and leaned back, impaling himself on his lover�s cock, allowing Ray�s hands on his hips to hold him up. Rennie tilted his head back, the silvery light of the full moon caressing the newly tan throat.

"Rennie!" Ray called as a wave swarmed over him.

The moon set before they got back to their room.

~Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens, ~

Ray stared at the back of Fraser�s red serge coat. Finally after months, almost a year, I finally asked Frase out. Only to have him tell me he�s waiting for Vecchio to come back. The scum left him without even saying goodbye and Frase is waiting for him. And what did Fraser mean when he said that he was the wrong Mountie for him. Ray stared across the room, where Fraser stood talking to Elaine. Come on, Frase. I can take it. Turn around and let�s get this over with. The red serge turned.
Turnbull stood there, his eyes searching, finally coming to rest on Ray, blue eyes flicking gently. Walking over, his face open with a smile and bright blue eyes. Approaching Ray, he pulled out an oversized manila envelope. Holding it out to Ray, he smiled at the hyper detective.

"Hey Turnbull, where�s Fraser?"

Turnbull�s eyes dropped to the desk and dimmed just a little bit. "Constable Fraser was needed at the consulate today. He sent me over with the files. If you don�t need anything else, Detective, I�ll return to work."

"Just hold up, Turnbull, siddown even."

"Yes, Detective." Turnbull sat in the chair next to Ray�s desk.

"No need to be so formal, call me Ray, k? Hmmm." Ray read through the pages, taking the last page, which held a note from Fraser, and held it out to Turnbull. "Mounties motto is they always get their man, right?"

"Not exactly, Det... Ray. It�s �Maintain the Right�." Turnbull corrected gently.

"Oh... does that mean you don�t always get your man?" Ray smirked, his eyes flashing.

"No, Ray we always get our man." Blue eyes looked so serious except for that small glitter in the wells of his eyes

Ray read through the note, then re-read it again, just in case he had missed anything.

Ray,
I am sending Turnbull with the file. An ambassador came into town unexpectedly last night and since Inspector Thatcher is away at the conference, I am the most senior of the consulate personnel. I�m sorry; I won�t be able to go with you today to capture Abel Suklik. I would suggest asking Constable Turnbull to help you. He graduated third in a class of 537. He�s a qualified sharpshooter and is licensed to carry a gun in the United States. He�s quite a good tracker and had spent time researching the comparative investigative structures of several nations. If you should need a stakeout, he is a good conversationalist. He also plays the guitar and sings. I have yet to see if he dances. Give him a chance. His first name is Renfield.
Fraser.

"So, Turnbull, what do you think of our friend Abel?" Ray asked looking for the first time with interested eyes.

"I believe he will be somewhat elusive but not to tough to capture, Ray."

"Coolio, let�s get you a gun and tell Welsh, and go after him."

"A gun, Detective?"
"Yeah, Frase mentioned once you were legal to carry, and I don�t want to take you out there with no protection, Ren. Let�s go."

"Of course, Ray."

Okay, Frase. I get it. I�ll get my man.

~Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance, ~

Ray stood still; Skulik had a large gun pointed at him. For his viewpoint it was large. And shiny. He couldn�t forget shiny. The barrel had to be at least ten, twenty feet long. The bore perhaps a foot wide. It was a big gun and the problem with big guns was they spit out big bullets.

"I never thought an American cop would be so stupid as to come alone with no... how do you say it, backup?" Skulik asked, waving Ray to sit on a box.

"Who ever said I don�t have backup? I got backup." Ray countered.

"Really and where is this backup of yours?" Skulik asked waving his gun around the warehouse.

"Ummm..." Ray hoped that Ren was around them, watching them.

"This is Constable Turbull of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. You are holding a Chicago Police Detective hostage. If you do not release him immediately and surrender yourself into his custody, I may be forced to shoot."

"Yeah, right. Mounties can�t carry guns in America." Skulik yelled.

"Yeah, well, Ren�s special. He can. I promise ya."

"Nice try but he can�t."

"Yeah he can! And if you don�t let me go, he�ll put a bullet through your head. He�s that good." Ray smiled and stuck his jaw out.

"He may be that good but he won�t risk you." Skulik pointed out.

"Yeah he will cause, I want him ta." Ray turned his head up, "Ya hear me, Ren, kill him."

"Please, Mr. Skulik, drop your weapon or I will be forced to shoot you."

"Mounties don�t shoot people."

"I will shoot you if, you do not release my Ray."

Ray turned as a box fell to the left of them, Ren this is not the time for your typical clumsiness.

Skulik aimed for the noise and fired. A wide grin crossed his face and he turned to gloat. A small hole appeared in the center of his head and he fell over.

~And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.~

Ray stared at the man who just saved his life. "Are you all right, Detective Kowalski?"

"Your Ray."

"De... Ray?"

"Yeah, Ren? Do you dance, I�d love to take ya dancing." Ray leaned up and caressed Renfield Turnbull�s lips with his own.

~I hope you dance...~

Ray licked Ren�s lips as the body of his captor lay cooling beside them. Reaching up, he caressed the little soft duck tail tufts at the base of Ren�s neck.

"Umm I can do the two step and the waltz, Ray."

"Your Ray." Ray giggled. I kiss him like I�ve never kissed anyone before, even Stella and he tells me he can two-step and waltz. That�s my Ren.

~I hope you dance.~

Ray looked at his Rennie sitting next to him, in the car. Trust my Rennie to pick a country song, Ray shook his head but kept driving.

Pulling up in front of Rennie�s apartment, he jumped out. "Come on, I already got my stuff and I stopped by earlier to lay out something for you. It�s on your bed. Catch me." Ray took off up the steps, pulling out his keys and opening the door before Rennie could catch him. Finally Rennie caught up with him, wrapping his arms around his lover and kissing him, he looked at what Ray had set out earlier.. Ray leaned back into his mate�s arms.

Rennie�s bare apartment had been transformed. A delicious smell drifting gently on the air came from the kitchen. Moving farther into the room, a thick butcher-block table stood, a bright red tablecloth cover the table, another smaller dove gray lay over it, turned ninety degrees. Two unlit red candles stood on the table. With gray napkins wrapped around the silverware.

"Well, go change. I�ll get the food."

"Ray..." Rennie pulled Ray into his arms. "No one... ever... did something like this... for me."

"Yeah, well... no one ever loved ya like I do."

"Go change."

~I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance,~

"Well Frannie, it�s like this... me and Rennie are happy. So tell anyone who asks not to bother us about it, ok?"

"Yeah, ok. But you know that a lot of cops won�t like this. They don�t want..."

"Gays? I know but Rennie doesn�t. He�s heard but he doesn�t know and I don�t want him to, k? I�m not afraid to tell him I love him, Frannie. I�m not going to be afraid to show him that. I won�t hide him; he�s had enough of that. He deserved better, better than me but he wants me and that�s all that matters."

"He�s lucky, Ray, he has you." Frannie leaned over and kissed his on the cheek.
Nah, I�m lucky Frannie.

* * *

Ray turned on the radio and opened his arms. His Rennie did know how to dance, he flowed like water, with just enough resistance to let you know you weren�t just flinging someone�s body around but relaxed enough to make Ray feel like he�s flying. Out of the radio, a longing sweet voice rode the airwaves:

~Livin' might mean takin' chances but they're worth takin',
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin',
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to sellin' out reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
I hope you dance... I hope you dance.
I hope you dance... I hope you dance.
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.)
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,

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