Fandom: Due South
Written for the slashthedrabble prompt: Soft
Word Count: 200
An: Wing fic (but with a twist).
A breeze was warm against Ray's skin. Ray stretched his wings, the moving feathers made a rustling sound like a paper bag being crumpled. Ray lifted himself up to red sky, and...
Fraser's breath was warm against his neck. Ray tried to move Fraser off of him, but Fraser nuzzled Ray's neck.
'I gotta take a whiz,' Ray said as he slid out from under Fraser.
Ray knew it was stupid, but the dream had felt so real. While in the bathroom, Ray turned around and looked at his back in the mirror. Even in the dim, yellow light of the bathroom, all he saw were familiar freckles and the ragged wound where he had been shot in the shoulder last year.
Ray noticed a small, white feather stuck in his hair. He picked up the feather and held it between his fingers. It always amazed Ray how soft and delicate Fraser's feathers seemed, because 'delicate' was not a word that he would ever use to describe the rest of Fraser.
Some days weren't so bad, licking and kissing Ray's back seemed to turn Fraser's crank, but most of the time it was hard being a wingless freak.