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DISCLAIMER: I do not claim any rights over the Magnificent 7 characters used in this story, which has been written for the joy of writing only (whether it be good writing or no) and for no other purpose (such as monetary gain). Trilogy Entertainment Group, the Mirisch Group and MGM own the Mag 7 characters/aspects of the story.
WARNING: This fic is rated NC-17 for explicit sexual content between three men. If that's not your thing I don't know why you're on this list. ;) However, if you're accidental or stumbled into a web site somewhere, consider yourself warned. If you're illegal age or uncomfortable, amscray!
NOTES: I want to thank MotherRati for beta-reading this story and for the kind comments. I also want to thank the various readers who demanded … ummmm suggested that I write some missing scenes from Forever Love. Well this second missing scene is from David Houston's point of view on meeting the new sheriff of Morrisville.
It has been a month since the new sheriff rode into town and in that time fourteen of my men have been arrested for being drunk and disorderly. I figured I’d better check this sheriff out to see if he might interfere with my plans for the town - or if he might join me in my plans for the right price.
I hated going into that so-called town where obviously inferior races mixed with those much more superior than themselves. Too bad the South had lost the war and slavery had been outlawed, for that is all those people are good for.
Dismounting in front of the saloon I looked around and spotted a man in front of the jail leaning on a post. The long black duster swirling around his legs matched his pants and the cavalry hat that shadowed his face. The only thing to break up the blackness was his green shirt, but still the figure gave off a menacing air that had icy fingers of fear spreading through me. He straightened as he saw me checking him out and pulled the edges of the duster behind his twin Remingtons in case he had to use them. When he stepped down from the boardwalk there was a sensual, deadly grace to the man and he seemed to stalk catlike towards me. Here was a man who knew how to handle himself and his weapons, someone that I could use in setting my plan into motion.
As the man drew closer I saw that he was clean shaven with deadly jade green eyes that gazed out at me from the shadows of his hat, and what I could see of his face showed that the man was breathtakingly beautiful. I felt the fire of lust ignite in my loins and the idea of having this man on my side was looking better and better. Only when he was a couple of feet from me and my hired hands did I realize how much shorter he was than the rest of us – but it didn't seem to matter because the confidence and menace of his stance made you disregard his size.
"Boys." The man's voice was low and deadly but it also contained a sweet southern accent that rolled pleasantly in my ears, causing my body to shiver in desire.
"Sheriff," some of my men answered.
Looking at each of the men in my party the sheriff told them. "Gentlemen, I hope that you remember our little talk. I don't want to throw any of you in jail but I will if I have to." He then locked gazes with me and said, "I will hold you responsible for their behavior, Mr. Houston."
Looking into the man's eyes I was pleased to note that not only was the man deadly but also highly intelligent. This was looking better and better. Maybe this man would turn out to be something more than a passing fancy.
Turning to my men I told them, "Don't get into trouble. If you do, you're fired."
My men dispersed but I remained with the sheriff. "Sheriff, would you allow me to buy you lunch to apologize for all the trouble my men have caused you?"
EZRA'S POV
I watched as six men rode in from the direction of the Houston Ranch. The man in the lead was obviously in charge judging by the body language of the other five and by the sheer presence of the man himself. It was obvious that he was not the foreman so this must be David Houston.
I took this time to observe the man and determine what kind of man he would be. Would he be like Royal, arrogant, condensing and a threat to the people I was here to protect, or would he be different?
He was about six-three or four and weighed around 240 pounds. From what I could see he had blond hair, not Chris' shade but almost reddish in color. As he got closer I could see that he was a very attractive man, but the look of contempt in his hard brown eyes and the sneer on his lips told me that he was worse than Royal. Royal had tried to maintain at least the appearance of a friendly attitude but Houston had no intention of doing so.
I called upon my knowledge of how my lovers would handle this man. Vin would almost appear lazy but with a watchfulness that would let the bad element know they were under surveillance. Chris too would almost appear relaxed but there would be an air of mysterious menace rolling off him and over the ones who had captured his attention. I combined them; I appeared relaxed but let Houston’s men know they were being watched and that I was capable of taking them on and winning.
Houston picked up on it instantly and I saw him checking me out, seeing what possible use I could be. I’d have to be careful around this man, for he was clearly extremely intelligent and thought things through before proceeding with any plan. This made him much more dangerous than Royal, who allowed his arrogance to rule instead of his intellect.
I made my way towards the six men but my gaze never left Houston’s, and as I got closer I could see the look in his eyes change. There was speculation in his eyes but also a hunger. When I’d seen that hunger in Chris and Vin’s eyes I felt loved, but with him it made me resentful and wary.
When he invited me to lunch I very much wanted to decline, but I had to find out what he was up to. Mr. Lau had told me that Houston had been buying up abandoned properties around his ranch and had made inquires about purchasing the loans of a few others. I didn’t like how that sounded and my conman’s instincts had come out in full force; Houston was up to something.
I just had to find out what.~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * * * * * * * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
I was right about Houston being extremely intelligent and I would have enjoyed the time spent talking with such a man but for the fact that there was a sadistic harshness about him that set me on my guard.
He tried to get me to talk about my past, but my past was my own and I did my best to steer the conversation back him and to what he might be planning to do with all those abandoned properties he had purchased. But unfortunately he was as closed mouthed about himself and his plans as I was so we spent lunch dancing around one another trying to find an opening.
Houston must have come to a conclusion about me for he asked if he could drop by my home later this evening to discuss some important ideas with me. I agreed.
HOUSTON'S POV
I spent the rest of the day ordering supplies at the general store, concluded some bank business and then I rode for home so I could wash and change my clothing for my meeting with the very beautiful and intriguing Sheriff Vincent.
I ordered my cook to prepare a picnic supper and selected a good wine to go with it, knowing that the man I planned to convert to my side and take to my bed tonight enjoyed such fine things. Dressing with care, I then rode back into town intent on getting my own way.
It was about 6:00 in the evening when I arrived in town and made my way to Vincent's home to knock on the door. When he opened the door he was dressed in his black pants and his green shirt was open at the throat to the second button, giving me a nice view of his slender neck.
His lovely eyes widened as he took in the picnic basket in my hand and ushered me into his home. I made my way to his little dining room table and started taking out the food. "I hope you haven't eaten, my cook made us a delicious meal of roast chicken in wine and rosemary, mashed new potatoes and cherry pie for dessert."
Vincent went to gather plates and utensils as well as glasses for the wine and it gave me a minute to look around his home and note the beautiful paintings that adorned the drab little rooms. This man should be kept in luxury, not squalor, and I could just see him naked in my room surround by the comforts of my home, his skin glowing a honey shade in the lamplight, sensual green-eyes hood with desire, his body language asking me to take him.
I felt as if my pants were to small for me as my vision of the future was interrupted by the southerner asking, "Would you like me open the wine to allow it to breathe?"
"Please," I told him, and then indicating the paintings I asked, "Where did you get such works of art in this little backwater town?"
He looked up at me in confusion before answering. "I painted them, but I don't consider them very good."
Turning my attention back to nearest painting that showed two men looking off into the distant sunset and apparently just enjoying the silence of each other's company, it touched some deep part of me. This man beside me had created this wondrous picture with his own hands and the desire to make him mine grew, but I reigned in my emotions so that I could first set about getting him on my side.
Facing the man that I wanted to corrupt, I took my place at the table and set about wooing him to my cause.
EZRA'S POV
I didn't expect him to show up with dinner, and I realized he wanted me as well as my cooperation in whatever merciless scheme he was planning. The dinner was superb as was the wine, but I grew increasingly uncomfortable as the dinner progressed for it was obvious he was trying to seduce me not only to his cause but to his bed as well.
NEVER!
To allow this man to touch me would break my word to Chris and Vin and I would die or kill before allowing that to happen, for it would sully the love that I carry for my lovers. They are the only ones that have claim to my heart, my soul and my body.
I watched him warily, but I also listened to what he had to say. Apparently a major branch of the railroad was going to be heading north to Canada and on its way would be going straight through Morrisville. He hoped to own all of Morrisville and the land around it, to force the railway to pay his price for it and then build a city that would reflect his desires and taste. The more I listened to him talk the angrier I became, for I’d left the South because I could not abide the prejudice of the place and now this man was spouting the same thing.
Thank God my mother taught me to hide my emotions or I would quickly have given away my distaste for the man. Instead I smiled pleasantly and made out that I was interested.
During a pause in the conversation I got up to light the lamps for the sun had set and I didn't want to be alone in the dark with him. As I finished lighting the first lamp I turned and found myself in Houston's arms. I reacted by taking a swing at him but he captured my arm and bent it behind my back as he pulled me closer to his body and then pushed me up against the wall.
He whispered, "Now now, I can't allow you to hit me." Then he lowered his mouth and kissed me. To prevent me from struggling he twisted my arm, threatening to break it. I could only resist by not responding, but he could have cared less what I wanted and tried to force his way into my mouth. When I wouldn't let him in he twisted my arm a little harder, forcing a gasp of pain from my mouth, which he took as his invitation to enter. I couldn't kick him, for he had inserted his body between my legs and I was trapped. I couldn't even free my derringer, I had to wait.
Wait for a moment of carelessness on his part so that I could use it.
My mind was racing trying to figure a way out of this and trying not to be sick as the man's groin started to grind against mine, taking what I didn't want to give. Houston had moved away from my mouth to start kissing along my neck. I resumed struggling, calling him every name in the book, but all he did was laugh at me.
He freed one of his hands and, using his greater body weight to keep me trapped against the wall, he reached between us and ripped my shirt open to suckle at my breast and then bit the tender skin, making me gasp in pain. His hand proceeded south fondle me through my pants. I didn't want the touch nor him period so I tried to push him away, and he released my arm to try to hit me with the back of his hand.
It was the moment I’d been waiting for, and I used it.
HOUSTON'S POV
Peter was fighting me all the way and I loved it. I loved the power that I had over this deadly man, I could take what I wanted and there was nothing he could do about it.
But I made a mistake by letting his arm go, and suddenly I was facing a little derringer that had appeared in his hand seemingly out of nowhere.
I laughed, for he looked too delicious with his shirt hanging open and framing his smooth white chest, my bite marks on his neck and cinnamon nipples. His green eyes were flashing with anger, his chest heaving as he panted and tried to get his breath back. I wasn’t about to let him get control of himself so I pounced on him, determined to get the little peashooter away from him, but somehow he kept it away from me and pressed it against my swollen cock. He snarled, "Get off me, you pig, or I will take great pleasure in blowing away your manhood."
Slowly I moved off Peter, but kept my eyes open for an opportunity to resume my possession of him. Figuring I could either distract him or make him mad enough to be careless I said, "Now Peter, you know you want this as much as I do ..."
He stood up straighter, the coldness of death in his face and he hissed at me, "Enjoying it ... you stupid bastard, you were trying to rape me! I should just shoot you right here, but I’m going to let you live so I can destroy everything that you are trying to do in this town. Leave now or by God you will be alive but missing something that you value. Get out!"
I backed further away from him, straightening my clothes while keeping an eye on my enemy - for now that is what he is. I knew I had lost every chance at winning this man to my side or coercing him into my bed. Well, if that is the way it is to be then so be it. He can die with the rest of the scum here, but he won't die quickly. No, he will die only when I grow tired of him satisfying my body…
…and maybe after my men grow tired as well. Peter will beg me for death before I am done exacting my revenge and I will kill him with my name on his lips, possessing him even in death. Yes…