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kink bingo fic: under the blade
title: under the blade
fandom: due south
pairing: fraser/rayk
rating: r
kink: blades
word count: 995
The first time Fraser brought out the knife, Ray must've breathed a little too hard, because Fraser did a mental cataloging thing and remembered it years later.
Ray's tied up, wrists and ankles bound with leather cuffs. Fraser's taken his shirt off, but he's still wearing his trousers. Ray, on the other hand, is as naked as a jaybird. But Ray likes that, likes that he's exposed to Fraser, ready for whatever Fraser wants to do to him.
Sometimes, Fraser blindfolds him. Cuts off his line of sight so he has to wonder what's going on, straining his ears to hear what's next. But this time Fraser leaves the blindfold in the chest and lets Ray watch.
Ray really, really wants to watch. He loves seeing the way Fraser walks around the bed, looking intense and focused. That focus is hotter than almost anything he's ever seen, and Fraser does it well. Fraser gets intent.
And right now Fraser has a knife in his hand. Casually holding it, not yet touching Ray. It lets Ray think of all the ways Fraser could use it. Ray's breath catches in his throat as Fraser brings the knife up close to his face, examining the blade.
“Whatcha gonna do with that, Frase?” Ray asks. Fraser just looks at him, eyes harder than usual. Not quite steely, but close.
“Whatever I want,” Fraser says. He flicks his wrist and light shines off the blade. Ray's breath comes quicker.
Fraser comes closer, looking down at Ray's body. Now, Ray's been working out, and he gets plenty of exercise at work, and he's proud of how he looks. But the way Fraser is looking at him now – it's like he's plotting something. It makes Ray feel excited and uneasy at the same time. Just what is Fraser going to do with that blade?
And then the knife is moving, and Ray can't look away from it. Fraser starts by saying, “Hold absolutely still, Ray.”
Ray does. Ray forgets how to breathe, because the tip of that shiny, sharp knife is close to his belly.
Then Fraser flicks it again, and presses the flat of it against Ray's abs. It's cold. Hard. And Ray can't forget how fucking sharp the thing is.
Fraser drags it up slowly, so that it's resting against one of Ray's hard nipples. It's still cool, but it's warming up as it rests against Ray's skin.
Fraser locks eyes with Ray's. “Are you afraid?”
Ray swallows. Talks soft so the words don't jolt his body or the blade. “A little, yeah. But it's hot. That's what makes it hot. And I trust you.”
Slowly, so slow that Ray almost has to squeeze his eyes shut, Fraser turns the knife so that the tip is resting against Ray's skin. And then just as slowly, he drags it down, whisper soft against Ray's belly. Then back up again, and down. Ray's cock twitches and he holds as completely still as he can.
The blade scrapes against Ray's skin, shaving light hair away from his body. Ray wants to talk, but he's afraid to move. He wants to ask, Are you getting off on this, Frase? and Gonna write on me, now? But saying those things is impossible. He doubts he could talk, he's so turned on, so hyped up. His heartbeat feels like it's everywhere, pounding in his chest, yeah, but also stuck up in his throat where it's hard to breathe. And it's in his cock, too, a steady throb throb.
Fraser didn't have to put him in the restraints for this. There's no way Ray would've moved a muscle like this, no matter what. He's got a strange feeling that Fraser just likes the way he looks in the leather, likes the way Ray will get into the cuffs for him.
Fraser picks the knife up away from Ray's skin, then moves it down to Ray's thigh. He slides it up, then turns it so the unsharpened edge is pressing against Ray's balls.
Ray moans.
“You like that?” Fraser asks.
Ray can't even move his head, scared to death that the knife will slip. It must be in his eyes though, because Fraser gives a nod and slides the knife downward. Ray's cock twitches and leaks against his lower belly.
Ray moves his mouth, wanting to talk so bad, but he doesn't have the breath to do it. Fraser doesn't move, doesn't give him the ability to talk. The threat of the knife slipping is more affective than any gag.
But boy does he want to talk. He wants to babble and beg Fraser, for more or less he doesn't know. But he's sure whatever slipped out of his mouth would be translated. Fraser's good at interpreting his sex talk.
Now Fraser's dragging the knife back up, so slow, up over Ray's belly and chest, until the tip is pointed against his neck. He can't see it anymore, but he knows, he knows what it looks like and he knows that Fraser's got him. He'd promise anything right now. Not because he's scared for his life, but because he's aching to come.
“Look at me,” Fraser says, and Ray realizes he has his eyes closed.
Ray looks deep into Fraser's eyes. There's kindness there, and excitement, and something much darker lurking behind those things. Ray catches his breath and the tip of the knife pricks him. Fraser's eyes flick down to his throat and he says, “You're bleeding now.”
There's a lump in Ray's throat but he's afraid of the motion that swallowing will cause.
Fraser slides his other hand down Ray's body, skimming over the skin, and then stops to wraps his hand around Ray's dick.
It feels amazing, it feels –
And it's a good thing Fraser is moving the knife away from his throat, because Ray is arching up involuntarily and coming hard all over himself.
fandom: due south
pairing: fraser/rayk
rating: r
kink: blades
word count: 995
The first time Fraser brought out the knife, Ray must've breathed a little too hard, because Fraser did a mental cataloging thing and remembered it years later.
Ray's tied up, wrists and ankles bound with leather cuffs. Fraser's taken his shirt off, but he's still wearing his trousers. Ray, on the other hand, is as naked as a jaybird. But Ray likes that, likes that he's exposed to Fraser, ready for whatever Fraser wants to do to him.
Sometimes, Fraser blindfolds him. Cuts off his line of sight so he has to wonder what's going on, straining his ears to hear what's next. But this time Fraser leaves the blindfold in the chest and lets Ray watch.
Ray really, really wants to watch. He loves seeing the way Fraser walks around the bed, looking intense and focused. That focus is hotter than almost anything he's ever seen, and Fraser does it well. Fraser gets intent.
And right now Fraser has a knife in his hand. Casually holding it, not yet touching Ray. It lets Ray think of all the ways Fraser could use it. Ray's breath catches in his throat as Fraser brings the knife up close to his face, examining the blade.
“Whatcha gonna do with that, Frase?” Ray asks. Fraser just looks at him, eyes harder than usual. Not quite steely, but close.
“Whatever I want,” Fraser says. He flicks his wrist and light shines off the blade. Ray's breath comes quicker.
Fraser comes closer, looking down at Ray's body. Now, Ray's been working out, and he gets plenty of exercise at work, and he's proud of how he looks. But the way Fraser is looking at him now – it's like he's plotting something. It makes Ray feel excited and uneasy at the same time. Just what is Fraser going to do with that blade?
And then the knife is moving, and Ray can't look away from it. Fraser starts by saying, “Hold absolutely still, Ray.”
Ray does. Ray forgets how to breathe, because the tip of that shiny, sharp knife is close to his belly.
Then Fraser flicks it again, and presses the flat of it against Ray's abs. It's cold. Hard. And Ray can't forget how fucking sharp the thing is.
Fraser drags it up slowly, so that it's resting against one of Ray's hard nipples. It's still cool, but it's warming up as it rests against Ray's skin.
Fraser locks eyes with Ray's. “Are you afraid?”
Ray swallows. Talks soft so the words don't jolt his body or the blade. “A little, yeah. But it's hot. That's what makes it hot. And I trust you.”
Slowly, so slow that Ray almost has to squeeze his eyes shut, Fraser turns the knife so that the tip is resting against Ray's skin. And then just as slowly, he drags it down, whisper soft against Ray's belly. Then back up again, and down. Ray's cock twitches and he holds as completely still as he can.
The blade scrapes against Ray's skin, shaving light hair away from his body. Ray wants to talk, but he's afraid to move. He wants to ask, Are you getting off on this, Frase? and Gonna write on me, now? But saying those things is impossible. He doubts he could talk, he's so turned on, so hyped up. His heartbeat feels like it's everywhere, pounding in his chest, yeah, but also stuck up in his throat where it's hard to breathe. And it's in his cock, too, a steady throb throb.
Fraser didn't have to put him in the restraints for this. There's no way Ray would've moved a muscle like this, no matter what. He's got a strange feeling that Fraser just likes the way he looks in the leather, likes the way Ray will get into the cuffs for him.
Fraser picks the knife up away from Ray's skin, then moves it down to Ray's thigh. He slides it up, then turns it so the unsharpened edge is pressing against Ray's balls.
Ray moans.
“You like that?” Fraser asks.
Ray can't even move his head, scared to death that the knife will slip. It must be in his eyes though, because Fraser gives a nod and slides the knife downward. Ray's cock twitches and leaks against his lower belly.
Ray moves his mouth, wanting to talk so bad, but he doesn't have the breath to do it. Fraser doesn't move, doesn't give him the ability to talk. The threat of the knife slipping is more affective than any gag.
But boy does he want to talk. He wants to babble and beg Fraser, for more or less he doesn't know. But he's sure whatever slipped out of his mouth would be translated. Fraser's good at interpreting his sex talk.
Now Fraser's dragging the knife back up, so slow, up over Ray's belly and chest, until the tip is pointed against his neck. He can't see it anymore, but he knows, he knows what it looks like and he knows that Fraser's got him. He'd promise anything right now. Not because he's scared for his life, but because he's aching to come.
“Look at me,” Fraser says, and Ray realizes he has his eyes closed.
Ray looks deep into Fraser's eyes. There's kindness there, and excitement, and something much darker lurking behind those things. Ray catches his breath and the tip of the knife pricks him. Fraser's eyes flick down to his throat and he says, “You're bleeding now.”
There's a lump in Ray's throat but he's afraid of the motion that swallowing will cause.
Fraser slides his other hand down Ray's body, skimming over the skin, and then stops to wraps his hand around Ray's dick.
It feels amazing, it feels –
And it's a good thing Fraser is moving the knife away from his throat, because Ray is arching up involuntarily and coming hard all over himself.
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And yet, in spite of the hotness, I think the best line is that Fraser's good at interpreting his sex talk. Because Ray's NORMAL talk needs some interpreting, so I can just imagine what the sex talk is like. :)
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Thank you!
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I thought it maxed out with hot at "Whatever I want" but NO it just KEPT GETTING HOTTER.
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Thank you!