Bad Memories to Good Memories by Wgang16

Disclaimer: Magnificent Seven does not belong to me and never will. This story is for enjoyment only. Author's Note: Thanks to Mog for creating the ATF universe. Rating: NC17-for language, violence, assault and always-graphic m/m sex. References to rape. If this is not your cup of tea do not read it. Feedback welcome, no flames. Thanks Vin and JD had been tied up in the warehouse for a couple of hours before Tom Simpson came back into the room. The man flipped on the light. Both men were gagged and tied hand and foot. Vin had been undercover working on a loading dock trying to locate some gun smugglers. A dirty cop had blown his cover and he had been taken prisoner. JD had been working in the office and also had his cover blown. Unbeknownst to Simpson and to Vin, JD had a tiny microphone under his shirt collar. The rest of Team 7, who were not far away in a surveillance van, was hearing everything that was being said. JD had gone undercover after Vin and the microphone had been attached because in an office setting there were more conversations to be overheard. Since Vin only wore a tank top or t-shirt to work on the dock there was nowhere to place the microphone safely. Now Team 7 just waited. Simpson was the only man with the two agents, but he had guards surrounding the warehouse. From what the team had heard, Simpson had no intention of killing the agents. He didn’t want the ATF gunning for him or the infamous Chris Larabee and Team 7 after his ass for years. Besides no one in their right mind would kill two boys who looked as fine as these two young agents did. You see, the Intel on Simpson didn’t give all the information. He had a thing for young good-looking men. While he was a gunrunner and ruthless in his business, he seldom found it necessary to use violence to force the young men to have sex with him. Rape was such an ugly word and it did tend to bruise soft, smooth, white flesh. He had no problem with a little rough play but never over the top violence. Therefore, he used a variety of means to get the cooperation he needed to satisfy his desires. Playing with the mind was so much more fun and took so much more intelligence than brute force. Looking at the two young men staring up at him he smiled to himself. It wouldn’t be hard to bring either one to their knees willing to do his bidding. He just had to threaten one and the other boy would do anything to save his friend. He really didn’t have time to take both of them. Besides the longhaired blue-eyed beauty was closer to his ideal type. Those big, blue eyes blazing with hatred and defiance. It would be his pleasure to see those eyes change. He always made sure his partners reached climax first. Made them so much more biddable as they fought against the helpless feelings and the feelings of humiliation. Yeah, the blue-eyed one that his informant called Vin Tanner was the one he would take. Simpson was in his late fifties, but still in extremely good shape. He was well over six feet and out weighted Vin by about a hundred pounds. It was obvious he worked out regularly as his muscles bulged. As Simpson looked his two prisoners over, Vin felt a feeling of utter terror wash over him. The look in the man’s eyes reminded him of other looks he had received in the past, right before he was hurt...right before he was raped. Now it was even worse, he had JD to take care of… to protect. If something happened to the kid, Buck would never recover and he would never forgive Vin for not taking care of the younger agent. Vin was under no illusions that he rated as high in Buck’s estimation as JD. JD was everyone’s kid brother, the one they all looked out for. It would be devastating for the team if JD were sexually attacked. The kid wouldn’t recover from it…Vin had barely survived it. Hell, he still had nightmares about it and it had happened when he was fourteen and trying to survive on the streets before Nettie Wells had saved him. If the bastard wanted to rape someone, he’d make sure it would damn well be him; he had survived it once and he could do it again. He would just have to make sure that the team didn’t find out what happened ten years ago and what he knew was going to happen now. He could convince JD to keep his mouth shut and knew the kid wouldn’t think any less of him. He wasn’t so sure about the others. He had only been with the team a little less than six months. Being naturally quiet and a loner, he had slowly warmed up to everyone but still kept a part of himself separate. Chris was the only one he allowed to see that part every now and then. But then, the older man scared the shit out of him at times. Oh, the blond’s glare and temper didn’t faze him at all, but every now and then the green eyes of his boss would soften as they looked at him. A look of affection would be directed his way and it would scare him. Chris could, and at times, did touch that secret hidden core of himself that he protected so fiercely. If Chris ever found out that his deadly sharpshooter was in love with him, the blond would probably run screaming in the opposite direction. So Vin deeply hid that part of himself. Besides it wasn’t like he had a lot of experience with relationships. After the rape he had made sure not to get close to anyone until Nettie pulled him kicking and fighting out of the shadows. He had been in the Rangers for several months before Tony had approached him. Several years older than him, Tony had taught Vin how to make love…how to enjoy male sex. That was when Vin knew for certain he was gay. Oh, he had looked at the girls and liked what he saw, but it was men he lusted after…men he dreamt about. He had denied it until Tony. When Tony had been killed in a mission, Vin had withdrawn again and didn’t allow anyone but Nettie and Casey in his circle. That was until he had fallen in with ATF Team 7 and the blond charismatic leader. Hell, it had been so long since he’d lain with someone it didn’t take much in the shower to get himself off. Just thinking about the blond did it for him. Now it looked like history was about to repeat itself…but it wouldn’t be JD that took the fall. “Well now, boys…I have a little dilemma. You see we’re going to be here for a while while my men load the trucks. No one knows where you both are. Now, I really don’t want to kill two ATF agents, especially when the two agents belong to Larabee’s team. But I have a very short attention span and I am bored,” Simpson said as he stood over the two men. He knew immediately that the blue-eyed boy knew exactly what he was getting at. The dark headed one just stared at him. Leaning down he removed their gags. In the van five men felt cold fear touch their hearts. Bored…what the hell was the bastard wanting the boys to do to alleviate his boredom? JD was wondering what the hell this idiot was talking about. Thank God, he knew the guys were listening in. If he had just been able to tell Vin that help wasn’t far away. But with the light off he had not even been able to look at his friend to try to communicate with his eyes. “Do you boys know that I haven’t had sex for…oh, I guess it’s been at least a week? Now I have a marked preference for gorgeous, young men and, how about that, you both fit the bill.” Simpson watched as the blood drained from the younger agent’s face. The boy was an innocent; it was obvious. Simpson had no time or interest in taking and stretching a virgin, but he sure as hell didn’t want the kid bleeding to death from being ripped wide open. The gunrunner had never killed a sexual partner in the past and he wasn’t going to start now. Hurt yes…seriously physically damage or kill…no. He did have a certain code and while most people didn’t go along with it, it suited him just fine. Buck had jumped to his feet at Simpson’s words, only a hissed order from his leader forced him back into the seat. “Sit, Buck. There are too many men. We could get them both killed if we rush in too fast,” Chris explained. His own heart was thudding way too fast. Buck was right though, there was no way they could let the two youngest be raped. There was no way he could let Vin be raped. He knew Vin’s childhood was the stuff of nightmares and had wondered if the younger man had ever had to fend off larger, stronger men while he lived on the streets. The blond was afraid the answer was yes. Vin didn’t like to be touched; he didn’t like people sneaking up on him. Even now, after being around the team for so long, Chris was the only one he let get into his space without looking uneasy or flinching. Ezra and JD could get close at times, but they were both not overly large men. Nathan, Josiah and Buck were for the most part kept an arm’s length away. Vin got along with the three men and considered them friends, but he didn’t welcome hugs and he guarded his space. Chris suspected that Ezra, Nathan and Josiah had figured out the same thing that he did. Vin had been touched inappropriately in the past - maybe even raped. The signs were there. Buck never noticed; he was always wrapped up in his women and JD. The big man got along with Vin, but they were total opposites in personality. The fact that Chris suspected Vin had been violated in the past was the big reason that he didn’t act on his feelings towards his best friend. He thought he had fallen in love with the quiet man the instant their eyes met for the first time. At times, he knew Vin felt the same way, but was holding back. Hell, they both were holding back. In that instant he decided there would be no more holding back. Vin was meant to be with him and he was meant to be with Vin. After this case was over and done with he would take Vin out to the ranch. There he hoped to find out if the younger man loved him as much has he loved Vin. If so, he hoped to be making slow, passionate love to the longhaired sharpshooter soon after their long over due talk. His attention was jerked back to the present when he heard Buck and Josiah cussing. If at all possible, Nathan had paled and Ezra just looked sick. Then he heard what was being said. “Now I think both you young men are mighty fine looking. But I only have time to take one of you,” Simpson said. JD stuttered, “Take…you…mean…” “Shut up, JD. Don’t say another fucking word,” Vin hissed his blue eyes flashing with pure hatred as he looked up at the gunrunner. “You want some fun, asshole, then take me. Leave JD out of it. I can damn well take whatever you’ve got…it won’t be the first time some bastard raped me. I survived it once when I was fourteen and I’ll survive it again,” Vin snarled. He sensed JD jerk and turn to stare at him. In the van five men died a little as they heard Vin’s admission. Chris bowed his head, heartsick over the atrocity done to his friend. It was one thing to suspect something, but to hear it confirmed was even worse. Nathan and Josiah exchanged looks. They, too, had their suspicions confirmed. They also knew their young teammate was going to need his friends around him. Ezra had suddenly sat down, not caring that he was sitting on the dirty van floor. Buck looked like he had been poleaxed. The lady’s man found his mind running in circles. The same refrain over and over again. Vin had been raped…Vin had been fourteen…Vin had been raped…Vin had been fourteen. Suddenly Buck erupted. His emotions and protective tendencies rushing to the forefront. “What kind of fucking son of a bitch rapes a child? Hell, Vin’s a skinny little thing now, back when he was fourteen a stiff wind would have blown him over, let alone the fact living on the street he sure as hell didn’t eat right! We need to find the bastard who raped him and gut him like an animal.” Before Buck could continue his tirade Chris interrupted. “Buck, calm down. We have to get them out of there. There will be time later to take care of the past,” Chris snapped. The blond was about ready to come out of his skin. Vin was in terrible danger, but this time he had people to back him up, and a man who loved him. As Buck started to growl back he took a good look at his old friend. Chris was pale, his jaw tense, the green eyes tormented. In that moment it became crystal clear. Buck realized his old friend was in love, in love with a longhaired Texas sharpshooter. A sharpshooter who Buck realized had held the blond’s heart in his hands since they met. Buck was now determined not only to save Vin and the kid but to make sure the two men got together. Happiness was hard to come by and could be fleeting; you had to grab it when you could. As the five men left the van they heard what was being said in the warehouse and there was no doubt what Simpson was about to do to the young man in his clutches. Even Simpson was taken aback by the blue-eyed boy’s admission. However, it wasn’t going to stop him from having the pretty. “Well, I doubt that was a pleasant experience. They just took from you, I give pleasure back as I take what I want.” “No big, fucking difference. You’re still taking something from me that I don’t want to give,” Vin argued. “I will take from you and you will submit to me. Your friend won’t be harmed. You won’t be damaged as long as you do as you’re told. I am not fond of blood on my partners. But I don’t think that will be a problem. You are a smart boy. If you balk or fight, your friend will pay the consequences.” Simpson snapped his fingers and another man entered the room. He was armed to the teeth. Standing just inside the door he was there to keep an eye on JD. “Stan here is going to keep an eye on your friend. He will be right outside the door. If I don’t reappear in an hour your friend will be taken away and killed. Now, do you agree to the terms?” Vin never hesitated; he didn’t have any choice. “Yes, I fucking agree. Just you know that if JD gets hurt, five men will be coming after you to take you apart,” he snarled. “Amazing. I notice you don’t say if you get hurt that they will come after me. I really am beginning to think you need to come with me. I will take care of you, which seems to be more than these so called friends do. You are a very beautiful young man and I could handle having you around for a long time.” Simpson watched as Vin flinched and didn’t comment. JD, however, was livid and upset. The younger man could tell Vin really put JD’s life over his own. He couldn’t believe Vin felt that the others would rather Vin be raped instead of JD. “NO! Vin, don’t go with him. We can fight…please, Vin. You gotta know we care…VIN…!” JD screamed as Simpson leaned down and easily tossed his prey over his shoulder. He had no intention of untying the boy until he got him to the other room. His men had told him how deadly the young man was with his feet. Vin groaned as he was flipped upside down. The hit he took on his head hurt like hell. Now the blood was rushing to his brain and it was starting to really throb. As he felt blackness taking over he heard JD scream his name. Trying to respond to tell his friend it would be okay he blacked out. Simpson felt the body go limp. Good. That would make it easier to get the gorgeous body in position. As he walked out the door he said loud enough for JD to hear, “Stan, you keep an eye on our guest. If he causes trouble shoot him in the leg. If I’m not back in an hour kill him - as much as I hate to do that.” Turning to JD, the gunrunner said, “You will behave, boy. If you don’t then your pretty friend will be going with me and I will have the pleasure of his company for a long time.” JD slumped down and acted as though he were defeated. As soon as the bastard shut the door he was going to whisper to the guys. Make sure they knew what was going down. They had to save Vin. Chris felt tears threaten to spill over as he realized that Vin truly thought JD was better than he was…that JD was more worthy of being saved. He heard Buck cussing under his breath behind him. Smiling, despite the seriousness of the situation, he knew that Tanner was in for a big dose of lectures and hugs from the whole team. Buck had the biggest heart around. JD loved that Buck hovered over him despite his protests that he hated it. Buck would have done the same for Vin, except the sharpshooter wasn’t having any of that. Vin always stated he wasn’t a kid, don’t treat him like one. Well, Vin had better get used to it. If the grumbling and cussing behind him was any indication then, despite what Vin might say, the team was going to tuck him right under their wings with JD and there he would stay until they determined he could be let out on his own. Chris was also determined. Vin was not only going under his wing but also going to his ranch and out of that hellhole he lived in. Then, if God were willing, the young man would be going into his bed for the best, sweetest loving this side of the Rockies. If Vin couldn’t let Chris take him that was fine, the blond had no problem with Tanner taking the top position. The only important thing was that Vin belonged with him and always would. Whispering instructions to his team they headed out to save their two youngest. Simpson carried Vin to the back room behind his office. He quickly tied the young man spread eagled to a cot against one wall. The gun runner left enough give on the ropes attached to the wrists so when he flipped the boy over on his stomach he wouldn’t have to do anything but untie his ankles. Until then, he planned on slowly undressing the boy. Just thinking about touching and tasting that tanned skin was making his dick hard. The face was beautiful and that mouth. My God, what that mouth would feel like wrapped around his cock! Reaching down he cupped Vin’s lax genitals still covered thankfully by jeans. The boy was hung…good - more meat for him to taste and stroke. But, first things first. Simpson grasped the t-shirt at the bottom and ripped it down the middle baring the smooth chest. The sudden jerk of his body, as the shirt was ripped off, jarred Vin awake. As the blue eyes blinked open Simpson sat down on the side of the cot and leaned over the slender body. Vin gasped and pulled back as far as he could. Desperately, he tried to get away and found himself bound to the bed. Simpson put his hands on the sides of Vin’s head. Holding on tightly his whispered, “Calm down, boy. This will go much easier on you if you just relax. I will have you. You can make it easier or harder. It’s your choice. Just remember, if you make it harder, you’re not going to be much use to your friend if you can’t walk because you’ve been torn wide open. My cock is huge and I can tear you badly. It would be a true shame to damage such a beauty as yourself.” Simpson smiled as he watched Vin calm himself. Good the boy was smart, but he had no illusions that given half a chance the boy would attempt to not only escape but also kill him in the process. “Now, you go along with me and everyone will get out of this alive,” Simpson said as he lowered his head. + + + + + + + Meanwhile, JD was whispering frantically giving his team information hoping they were listening and were on their way to help. Suddenly there was a thud and grunt outside his door. The door was thrown open and Josiah and Ezra appeared. JD slumped with relief. He was quickly untied. While the circulation slowly seeped back into his legs JD made sure that his teammates knew everything that had gone on and been said. The two men told him that they had heard but JD needed to say it so they let him talk. Simpson’s guards had all been taken care of. The other three men were hunting for Vin. Josiah said a prayer for his young brother. If Vin had been raped then Simpson would be dead. It was just a toss up whether it would be Chris or Buck who killed the animal. + + + + + + + Nathan was thinking the same thing. He had a feeling that Chris would be totally focused on Vin, but Buck, well the big man was going to kill Simpson if he wasn’t stopped. Simpson had touched someone Buck cared about and the big man was out for revenge. Especially since that someone didn’t think he was important enough for his team to avenge. Well, that stubborn boy was about to find out different. And if that didn’t convince him then Buck would have to have a hell of a long talk with the boy. Sneaking through Simpson’s office they heard muffled voices coming from behind the door. + + + + + + + As Simpson stopped an inch from Vin’s lips he whispered, “Bite me and you will pay; then your little friend will pay even worse.” Vin swallowed the bile in his throat as he felt a hard mouth close on his. He shut his eyes and kept his lips together. Simpson kept his mouth on the full lips. He placed his fingers on the bared chest and pinched the nipples hard. Vin flinched and tried to shift away from the pain. Simpson kept pinching hard until the sweet mouth gasped with pain opening up for him. He immediately stuck his tongue inside, releasing the nubs he had been torturing. Yeah, the boy tasted as good as he thought he would. Mouth was nice, hot, wet and so soft. His cock would be fucking heaven in just a few minutes. Had to soften the boy up some first. Sucking Vin’s tongue into his mouth Simpson took his time mapping every inch of the hot heaven. Leaving the sweet mouth he nipped and licked his way to the neck. Reaching the Adams apple he sucked then licked the smooth skin. Simpson got up and removed his shirt then straddled Vin’s thighs. Seeing fear and anger rising in the gorgeous blue eyes he lowered his head and sucked on each nipple. As Vin squirmed, Simpson picked up his pace. The boy was determined not to make a sound; not to get aroused. Well, Simpson was going to win this contest of wills. Nibbling, sucking, licking and gently biting the nipples he began to stroke the jean covered cock. He was gratified to feel it getting harder. Vin was trying…God knew he was trying, but it had been so long since anyone had touched him. And even though he didn’t want this, at least from this bastard, he could feel himself becoming aroused. Simpson moved back up to that luscious mouth and roughly started kissing the bound man. He just could not get enough of that sweet haven. As he devoured the sweet mouth, he kept up the pinching of the hard nubs. Whispering into Vin’s mouth he said, “Now for my prize, pretty. You’re doing real well.” As he clamped his mouth down again on Vin’s, he quit stroking the jean-clad cock. Raising Tanner’s hips slightly the belt was removed. Vin tensed as he felt his jeans being unzipped. A hard hand slipped under the waistband of his underwear and grasped his cock. Suddenly all coherent thought left. He forgot JD, forgot the threat on their lives. All he could remember was hard, rough hands on his body and the smell of body odor and liquor on the man who raped him when he was a kid. His helpless feeling as he lay in the alley being pounded into the cement. Blood and cum running down his thighs. Vin arched up trying to dislodge the man on top of him. Simpson released the sweet mouth as Vin wrenched his head to the side and screamed for the one person who could save him, “Chrisssss…” When Chris heard that scream his heart stopped. A vision of Vin being held down as a cock forced its way inside the slender body flashed through his brain. Before he could kick the door in, he was pushed aside. Buck and Nathan hit the door with their shoulders and stumbled into the room. Buck roared with fury as he saw the animal on top of his young teammate. He hurdled across the room and yanked Simpson off the bound man. Tossing the gunrunner into the wall, he continued his attack leaving Vin to the two men running for the cot. Chris and Nathan only had eyes for Vin. Nathan was scanning the slender body looking for wounds. He thanked God that the boy’s jeans were still on. They were in time; Vin had not been raped. It was obvious he had been touched but they would help him deal with that. Chris was frantic. He found himself with tunnel vision. The only thing he saw was Vin tied to the bed. The big, blue eyes wide with terror, the shirt practically ripped off the shaking body. Vin whose jeans were unzipped, but thankfully still on. Nathan tackled the ropes around the ankles as Chris sat on the side of the cot. He found himself uttering soothing words as he worked the ropes off the wrists. Peripherally he noticed that the wrists were red and raw where Vin had fought them. As soon as he was free Vin launched himself into Chris’s waiting arms. The blond’s arms wrapped around the trembling body. Vin buried his face in Chris’s neck and shut his eyes. As soon as he felt those strong arms go around his waist he started to relax. He was safe…Chris wouldn’t let anyone hurt him. When Nathan saw that Vin was in good hands he turned and hurried to pull Buck off a now unconscious Simpson. The gunrunner had been beaten until he had passed out. The only marks on Buck were a bruise on his chin and his knuckles were bloody and bruised. Buck dropped the body on top of the desk and handcuffed one wrist to a leg on the desk. Sitting on the cot next to Chris, the big man hesitated before he patted the back of Vin’s head. He was gratified when the young man didn’t flinch or move away from him. “It’s okay, Vin. Bastard won’t be hurting you.” A soft husky voice whispered, “Thanks, Bucklin.” Buck smiled. Nathan smiled. Chris smiled then he leaned down and kissed the top of Vin’s head. He didn’t care who saw him. Vin needed the love and reassurance that he was innocent and had done nothing wrong. He needed to know that they cared and he wasn’t alone. Buck and Nathan exchanged glances. About damn time their boss got his head on straight. These two were perfect for each other. Vin felt the kiss on top of his head. His secret hopes and dreams just might be coming true. The future, despite what had just happened, might be looking up for him. Nathan and Chris got the younger man to his feet. Vin tried to get his trembling fingers to work and get his pants zipped back up. Chris finally pulled his hands away and zipped and buttoned his jeans. Seeing Vin flush with embarrassment Chris tipped the down turned head up. This time he placed a chaste kiss on the full lips. The blue eyes went wide and they frantically looked at Nathan and Buck trying to see what their reaction was. “Don’t worry, Vin. We just think it took the old man a long time to figure out how much you mean to him,” Buck laughed. “We’ve been hinting for weeks, I guess the boss finally decided to take the chance. But how do you feel about it?” Nathan said. He remembered, even if the others didn’t, that Vin had just been traumatized and this might not be such a good time to turn the boy’s world upside down. No matter how much he might want the blond. “Just never thought Chris would like me like that. I mean he could have anyone why me?” As Chris opened his mouth to tell Vin how much the young man meant to him there was a noise behind them. The men had their whole attention on Tanner and had ignored the man handcuffed to the desk. Turning, they saw that Simpson had quietly opened a drawer and pulled out a handgun. “Now you fuckers are going to die. Then I’ll take that boy and fuck him to death. He can meet you in hell or what’s left of him,” Simpson snarled. He raised the gun. Chris shoved Vin back to the cot and dove on top of the slender body. Buck roared and stood between the gun and the two men sprawled on the cot. Nathan pulled his gun although knowing he was too late when there was a shot. Vin flinched. Covered by the blond’s body he couldn’t see what was happening, but he heard Chris whisper, “Thank God.” Chris sat up and pulled Vin up to sit next to him. Looking towards the door the sharpshooter saw Ezra standing there his revolver in his hand. Simpson was dead the bullet hole clearly visible between his eyes. Ezra entered the room his green eyes going over Vin’s body looking for signs of any injury. “He’s okay, Ez. What about JD?” Buck asked. “Mr. Sanchez has him in the van. Our young colleague is just fine. Just worried about Vin. I came back to check on you guys,” Ez responded as he checked Simpson’s body. “Glad you did, Ez. Thanks,” Chris said. The blond pulled Vin to his feet. Took the belt from Buck and despite Vin’s protests he threaded it through the jeans and buckled it down. Chris forced Vin to look at him. “I know you can dress yourself, but right now I am taking care of you. So deal with it.” “Thanks guys, for saving me,” Vin whispered his face still red. “That’s what friends and teammates do for each other,” Nathan replied. Buck decided he was going to have a long chat with the younger man. About damn time Vin realized that he was an integral part of this team. He was just as important as the rest of them and Buck was going to convince him of that no matter what it took. He didn’t know why the hell Vin thought JD was worth more than he was. But he would get to the bottom of it and make sure the sharpshooter knew how important he was to his friends. Seeing that Vin was trying to pull his torn shirt further around his body, Buck shrugged out of his leather jacket. Overriding Vin’s protests he got it on and zipped up. Standing back he chuckled. “You really need to put on some weight,” the big man teased. As Vin’s blue eyes flashed Nathan stepped in. “That’s enough. I want to get Vin out of here. He needs to be checked at a hospital.” “NO…no hospital. I want to go home. Chris…please,” Vin looked up at the blond who was standing right next to him. Chris had never been further than a foot from him since entering the room. “We’ll go to the ranch. Nathan will check you over. Either that or the hospital,” Chris compromised. At Vin’s nod of acceptance, Chris issued his orders. “Nathan, you’re with Vin and I. Buck, you stay with JD. Make sure he knows what to say and what not to say. You know exactly what I mean. Ez, you and Josiah deal with the rest of the shit. Start filling out the reports then I want everyone at the ranch. I think we can all do with some downtime.” Chris then slipped his arm around Vin’s shoulders and ushered him from the room. Nathan a half step behind. Before Chris could get the injured man into his truck, Vin insisted on checking on JD. JD threw himself into Vin’s arms hugging the sharpshooter tight. As JD was about to launch into a long-winded speech he caught sight of Chris and Buck shaking their heads at him. It only took a few seconds for him to realize that Vin had no idea that the team had heard his confession of the rape. Vin caught the look passing amongst his friends. His heart sank a little when he began to put two and two together. Now that his mind was clearer he realized a couple of things. The men had been in the nick of time to save him. Therefore, they had to have heard what was going on. JD must have been wired. If that was the case, then they knew about him being raped. And they didn’t look at him like he was disgusting. They just wanted to take care of him. It was such a good feeling. Chris then hustled his best friend into the truck. Vin found himself sitting in the middle between Chris and Nathan. He found he liked the feeling of having his two friends so close. Felt safe and right now safe was good. Vin fell asleep about halfway to the ranch. His head slipped over and rested on Chris’s shoulder. When Nathan went to move the young man away Chris just shook his head. “He’s fine. Besides I like having him close.” Nathan just smiled. He leaned back against the seat and reflected on the turn of events. A situation that had started out being a total nightmare just might have a happy ending. As soon as they reached the ranch, Vin woke up and insisted he wanted and needed a hot shower. While Vin was in the shower, Chris dug out some sweats for his friend to wear. Nathan started to get the bed ready in the spare bedroom, but his boss stopped him. “My bed, Nate. He’s going to have nightmares and I want to be close. Besides, I want him to know that I love him and want him in my bed as my lover and partner. We can take it as slow or as fast as he needs to. Vin will set the pace.” Vin walked into the bedroom wrapped in a huge towel. Chris moved fast knowing he needed to keep Vin off balance until he had him tucked up in bed. Keeping it very impersonal the two men had the sharpshooter dressed in the sweats and under the covers. Vin was resting against a stack of pillows that were piled against the headboard. Vin looked around the room a little uneasily. He was in Chris’s bedroom…in Chris’s bed. The sharpshooter felt a little more control slipping from his grasp. Chris saw the blue eyes scan the room. They were wide with uneasiness and maybe just a touch of fear. The blond inclined his head towards the door. Nathan patted Vin on the shoulder and headed for the door. “I’m going to fix up something for dinner. I’ll just be in the kitchen if either one of you need anything.” Chris sat on the edge of the bed and watched his best friend. Vin sat with his head down the long golden brown curls hiding his face. He was nervously tracing a pattern on the blanket with his finger. Chris placed his hand over Vin's. The blond reached out and raised his friend’s head gently pushing up on his chin. Seeing the blue eyes filled with distress, Chris shifted until he sat next to the lithe body. Slowly the blond put his arm around Vin's shoulders, tugging gently, until the tousled head came to rest on his own shoulder. “Just relax, Vin. Nothing’s going to happen here until you want it to - if you want it to.” Chris waited with bated breath to see what Vin would say. “I do want…want it to happen, Chris. Just a little scared. I know that you guys heard what I said to JD. I figured that out after you guys saved us. I…well…after that happened I stayed away from people. Wasn’t until the Rangers that I found someone I trusted enough to let close. He was good to me…kind and gentle. Then he was killed and, until you, I didn’t a man get near me. Just never figured you would want me that way and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” Chris raised Vin’s head so he could look into the blue eyes. If he could see the eyes he could tell what his friend was thinking and feeling. Lowering his head Chris kissed the sweet lips then as they opened up for him he slipped his tongue into the hot mouth. Keeping the kiss gentle he nevertheless stole Vin’s breath away. Finally, he pulled back. Vin’s eyes were slightly dazed. The blue orbs were full of love for the blond. “Oh, I want you, Tanner…want you a hell of a lot. I want you in my life forever.” With that simple declaration Vin knew he had come home. As he reached for the blond, Chris moved first wrapping his arms around the slender body holding him close. Vin glared at his boss, blue eyes flashing. “I’m fine, Chris. Bastard didn’t rape me. Didn’t even get my pants off. Want you now, I’ve been waiting for you long enough and no stinking animal is going to stop me from having you.” “Right now you need to humor us. I want you to go to sleep and rest for a bit. The guys are heading out here. They want to check on you…make sure you’re okay. Besides I think Buck wants to have a little chat with you about this false idea you have that everyone else is so much more important than you. Don’t argue, cowboy…Buck has a bee up his ass so you just best sit back and let him vent. Then…then when they all go home, we can think about taking this a step further. How’s that sound?” Vin continued to glare at his friend, but he knew that Chris was not about to change his mind. “Fine, but as soon as they’re gone, we go to bed. Been a long time since I’ve been with anyone…well, since I left the Rangers. You may be in for a rough ride, cowboy.” Chris felt himself get hot. Just the thought of being inside his best friend or Vin taking him was making him all hot and bothered. Best let Vin go to sleep or Nathan might just walk in on the two of them having sex…no making love. Adjusting the pillows, Chris got the Texan flat on his bed and curled up next to him. He stayed with the younger man until he knew Vin was asleep. Slowly removing his arm from around the sleeping man, Chris eased his way out of bed. He left the door open so he could hear if Vin had any nightmares. In the next forty-five minutes the whole team arrived at the ranch. Vin slept for another hour and never knew that each of his teammates came in one at a time to check on him. They would just stare at him or touch him briefly on the shoulder or back. When the young sharpshooter woke up he found Chris sitting on the edge of the bed just watching him sleep. He blushed and dropped his eyes, not used to waking up and having someone staring at him. Having the man he loved, and who loved him, looking at him with such love coming out of those green eyes. Chris tipped the tousled head up, bent down, kissed the soft sweet lips and watched the blush deepen. “Love your blushes, Vin. Makes me feel all hot and bothered one minute and the next minute I just want to wrap you up in cotton and protect you from everyone and everything.” “Damn, Chris, I’ve never heard you talk like that before.” “Wanted to, was just too scared. Now I’m not, now that I know for sure you want me as much as I want you.” Vin put his hand behind Chris’s neck and pulled. The kiss he gave the blond was a darn sight harder and deeper than the one the blond gave him. He wanted to let Larabee know he wasn’t a shrinking violet, he was a man and he wanted his boss and best friend to make love to him. Chris put his hands on Vin’s shoulders and gently pushed. “Okay, babe. I got the message. The boys are here. Let’s go eat and spend some time with them, then after they leave, we got the whole night just for us.” “They know I was raped when I was a kid, don’t they?” For the next few minutes Chris told Vin everything they had heard. Then Vin felt such a good feeling in his heart as Chris explained that the boys wanted to go after the man who had hurt their friend. Never mind it happened a long time ago. In fact, before they went out to see the guys, Chris wanted Vin to do something for him. He wanted the name of the bastard who had raped a fourteen-year-old innocent by the name of Vin Tanner. Vin thought about refusing but then he realized what Chris was doing. His friends could be like pit bulls when they wanted information. They wouldn’t let it go until they had the name. Oh, they wouldn’t harass him; they would be far subtler. Might as well just tell Chris and get it over with. “Won’t do no good, cowboy. When I got out of the Rangers I went back and found him. He’s in a wheelchair now, still running his pawnshop. Told me there was nothing I could do about it and, God help me, I just couldn’t kill him in cold blood. Did put the word out about him though. Heard his business dropped off and he was being harassed by some of the gangs. I’ll tell you Chris but you gotta tell the boys they can’t kill him. I don’t want them going to jail for this.” Getting Chris’s nod of agreement, Vin softly said, “The bastards name is Saul, Jeff Saul. He owns the pawn shop called Saul’s Pawn and More.” Dropping a kiss on top of Vin's head, Chris helped his friend out of the bed. After saying thank you for Vin trusting him with the information they headed down the hall. For the next couple of hours Chris just sat back and watched as his five teammates hovered and made sure that Vin knew how much they cared about him and respected him. Buck in particular kept teasing and chatting up all Vin's accomplishment in the ATF. Thankfully, they left before Vin could shoot them all. It had done the younger man good. He now knew where he stood and knew that he had six, no, five good friends and one soon to be lover who was his best friend. Chris had pulled Buck into the kitchen at one point and gave him the name of the rapist. After making the big man promise not to kill Saul he also commented that anything else that happened to the man was fine with him. So as Vin said goodbye to his friends he had no idea that they were going to exact revenge in his behalf on the animal that had raped him. Chris, while knowing that Buck would tell the others what he knew about Vin's attacker, did not know what they would do. Oh, he knew that they wouldn’t kill the guy, but other than that, who knew what the guys would do to this piece of walking shit? As Chris shut the front door he felt Vin move up behind him, then strong arms wrap around his waist. “Love you, cowboy. Want you now.” Chris turned wrapping his own arms around his friend’s slender waist. “Love you, too, Vin. Are you sure about making love tonight? We can wait. There are other ways to make love.” “Don’t want to wait. Been waiting long enough. I want to feel you in me, moving over me, making me yours.” Chris had to groan at his friend’s words. Vin hardly said two words and then when he did he made them so hot it felt like his jeans had shrunk three sizes. Then there were no more words as mouths fused together and hands were everywhere. Clothes were practically ripped off and tossed to the floor. By the time they reached the bedroom the two men were gasping for breath. Chris shoved Vin back on the bed and in one move yanked the sweatpants off taking the socks at the same time. He took a moment to gaze down at the sprawled body on the bed. Vin let his legs splay open. As Chris stood frozen just staring at him, Vin stroked his hand down his chest. Tweaking one nipple he drifted further south and wrapped his hand around his engorged shaft. Giving himself one slow stroke on the red, wet shaft, he licked his lips. As the dazed green eyes watched the pink tongue touch his lips Vin whispered, “Better hurry, cowboy, or I’m going to get started without you.” As Vin stroked his shaft again he moaned and arched slightly watching through slitted eyes as Chris reacted. Chris shoved the jeans and boots off his overheated body. He then covered the lithe body with his own grabbing Vin's hand and removing it from the sharpshooter’s body. “I think you’re touching something that now belongs to me. You need release, you come to me. I’ll treat you real good.” “Really? Been kinda slow up till now, cowboy. Must be your advanced age.” Chris glared down at the smirk on Vin's face. Of course, the glare didn’t bother his friend at all. The blond wrapped his own hand around Vin's cock and squeezed. That got Vin's attention. At Vin's whimper, Chris felt Vin buck up shoving his cock deeper in the blond’s fist. “We’ll see about the advanced age problem. I’ll have you screaming my name before long.” Chris was true to his word. He spent a long time examining his lover’s body. It seemed like he touched every inch of the tanned, slender body. Knowing he had not been with anyone for quite awhile, just like Vin, Chris knew neither one of them would last long. After concentrating his tongue and teeth on Vin's highly sensitive nipples, Chris turned Vin over on his side. He never let his hands leave the sweaty, panting body. Insinuating one of his legs between Tanner’s he raised Vin’s legs up giving him better access to the puckered entrance he wanted to breach. Vin groaned and shoved back as he felt a lubed finger slide into his ass. As Chris got three fingers inside Vin was fucking himself on the three digits. Almost sobbing incoherently Vin begged Chris to take him. “Sh…sh…baby, here I come.” Chris put more lube in Vin tight passage, lined up his slick cock and slowly began inching inside the tightest, hottest heaven he had ever known. Even with Sara, it had never been this tight, this hot and this good. Vin was tired of waiting. Chris was too slow, too worried about hurting him. Vin shoved back until he felt Chris’s balls hit his ass. Both men moaned. Vin, for the big hot weapon that filled him to overflowing; Chris, for the hot sheath that surrounded him. Chris hissed, “Damn, Vin. I wanted to go slow. You’re gonna be sore tomorrow.” “Don’t care, cowboy. Waited long enough to get you in my ass, now shut the hell up and move.” The blond obligingly pulled out and slid back inside. At Vin’s moan he smiled. For the next several minutes he drove his lover closer and closer to the edge until Vin was whimpering for him to finish it. Vin arched his back his cock spurting over Chris’s fist. His climax triggered Chris’s. The blond’s juices filled his bowels. He could feel the warmth of his lover’s essence filling him. Panting heavily, both men lay still for several minutes; their legs tangled up together. Vin moaned as he felt Chris’s cock slip out of his ass. It burned a bit, but wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. Chris rolled the blue-eyed devil over on his back and looked into the emotive eyes of his young lover. “How much pain are you in? Don’t lie to me, babe,” Chris asked his green eyes looking worried. “Just burns, cowboy. Told you it had been awhile, but I wanted you too bad to wait.” Chris searched the beautiful face and realized that Vin was telling him the truth. Sighing deeply, Chris kissed the swollen lips of his sharpshooter and climbed out of bed. He grabbed a warm towel and wiped them both up. The blond then curled back around his lover and holding Vin close they drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile in town, five men walked into a pawnshop…Saul's Pawn and More. Ezra was the last man to enter the pawnshop. As he closed the door he put the closed sign out. They wanted no witnesses to what was about to transpire. For the next thirty minutes Jeff Saul’s life was hell. The five men started off with threats and a few slaps to the face. When the man started mouthing off saying he enjoyed fucking boys and, yeah, he remembered the longhaired, skinny kid he fucked. Didn’t remember the name but he sure remembered the tight ass that little bastard had. Fucked the little prick right out back in the alley…fucked him until he bled and screamed. It was all JD, and Nathan could do to hold Buck and Ezra back. The two men went for the wheelchair bound man’s throat. They forgot all about Josiah. The big man had Saul up and out of the wheelchair and was shaking him viciously. Nathan finally got him to let go and Saul slumped to the floor gasping for breath. When he started making noise about calling the cops he was informed they were the cops and his life was going to be hell from now on. If he complained no one would believe him. After all, who would believe a low life piece of shit. They turned to leave the pawnshop, leaving the man trembling on the floor. At the door Buck and Josiah paused. They looked at each other then Buck headed back to the downed man. Leaning down Buck whispered, “Tell you what, fuck face, me and Josiah are going to come back later for a visit after its nice and dark out. We’re going to take you out back and fuck you in that alley…until you bleed. You just lay there and think about that.” Laughing now the two big men left the shop. Saul was shivering in fear. He knew he couldn’t prove the men had threatened him. There were no surveillance tapes; he didn’t want to have any evidence of the illegal activities he was up to. And he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the two men would be back and they would rape him in the alley. Well, screw that, he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. Crawling over to his display case, he retrieved his loaded gun. Putting the barrel in his mouth he pulled the trigger. He would terrorize no more kids and was now on his way to where his kind belonged…HELL. The next day when the news of the death of Jeff Saul hit the news, seven men celebrated. None of them regretted the death of the animal. After being assured that the five men did not kill the bastard, Chris and Vin had their own private celebration. As Chris had taken Vin the night before, now Vin showed his lover that he was no slouch when it came to claiming his mate. If anyone going by the ranch had stopped to listen they would have heard a sound that had been missing far too long from the Larabee home. Laughter…deep laughter. Chris Larabee was happy again…Vin Tanner was happy…for now that was all that mattered. The End Wgang16@aol.com

Bad Memories to Good Memories

by Wgang16

Disclaimer: Magnificent Seven does not belong to me and never will. This story is for enjoyment only.
Author's Note: Thanks to Mog for creating the ATF universe.
Rating: NC17-for language, violence, assault and always-graphic m/m sex. References to rape. If this is not your cup of tea do not read it.
Feedback welcome, no flames. Thanks

Vin and JD had been tied up in the warehouse for a couple of hours before Tom Simpson came back into the room. The man flipped on the light. Both men were gagged and tied hand and foot. Vin had been undercover working on a loading dock trying to locate some gun smugglers. A dirty cop had blown his cover and he had been taken prisoner. JD had been working in the office and also had his cover blown. Unbeknownst to Simpson and to Vin, JD had a tiny microphone under his shirt collar. The rest of Team 7, who were not far away in a surveillance van, was hearing everything that was being said. JD had gone undercover after Vin and the microphone had been attached because in an office setting there were more conversations to be overheard. Since Vin only wore a tank top or t-shirt to work on the dock there was nowhere to place the microphone safely.
Now Team 7 just waited. Simpson was the only man with the two agents, but he had guards surrounding the warehouse. From what the team had heard, Simpson had no intention of killing the agents. He didn’t want the ATF gunning for him or the infamous Chris Larabee and Team 7 after his ass for years. Besides no one in their right mind would kill two boys who looked as fine as these two young agents did.
You see, the Intel on Simpson didn’t give all the information. He had a thing for young good-looking men. While he was a gunrunner and ruthless in his business, he seldom found it necessary to use violence to force the young men to have sex with him. Rape was such an ugly word and it did tend to bruise soft, smooth, white flesh. He had no problem with a little rough play but never over the top violence. Therefore, he used a variety of means to get the cooperation he needed to satisfy his desires. Playing with the mind was so much more fun and took so much more intelligence than brute force. Looking at the two young men staring up at him he smiled to himself. It wouldn’t be hard to bring either one to their knees willing to do his bidding. He just had to threaten one and the other boy would do anything to save his friend. He really didn’t have time to take both of them. Besides the longhaired blue-eyed beauty was closer to his ideal type. Those big, blue eyes blazing with hatred and defiance. It would be his pleasure to see those eyes change. He always made sure his partners reached climax first. Made them so much more biddable as they fought against the helpless feelings and the feelings of humiliation. Yeah, the blue-eyed one that his informant called Vin Tanner was the one he would take.
Simpson was in his late fifties, but still in extremely good shape. He was well over six feet and out weighted Vin by about a hundred pounds. It was obvious he worked out regularly as his muscles bulged.
As Simpson looked his two prisoners over, Vin felt a feeling of utter terror wash over him. The look in the man’s eyes reminded him of other looks he had received in the past, right before he was hurt...right before he was raped. Now it was even worse, he had JD to take care of… to protect. If something happened to the kid, Buck would never recover and he would never forgive Vin for not taking care of the younger agent. Vin was under no illusions that he rated as high in Buck’s estimation as JD. JD was everyone’s kid brother, the one they all looked out for. It would be devastating for the team if JD were sexually attacked. The kid wouldn’t recover from it…Vin had barely survived it. Hell, he still had nightmares about it and it had happened when he was fourteen and trying to survive on the streets before Nettie Wells had saved him.
If the bastard wanted to rape someone, he’d make sure it would damn well be him; he had survived it once and he could do it again. He would just have to make sure that the team didn’t find out what happened ten years ago and what he knew was going to happen now. He could convince JD to keep his mouth shut and knew the kid wouldn’t think any less of him. He wasn’t so sure about the others. He had only been with the team a little less than six months. Being naturally quiet and a loner, he had slowly warmed up to everyone but still kept a part of himself separate. Chris was the only one he allowed to see that part every now and then. But then, the older man scared the shit out of him at times. Oh, the blond’s glare and temper didn’t faze him at all, but every now and then the green eyes of his boss would soften as they looked at him. A look of affection would be directed his way and it would scare him. Chris could, and at times, did touch that secret hidden core of himself that he protected so fiercely. If Chris ever found out that his deadly sharpshooter was in love with him, the blond would probably run screaming in the opposite direction. So Vin deeply hid that part of himself. Besides it wasn’t like he had a lot of experience with relationships.
After the rape he had made sure not to get close to anyone until Nettie pulled him kicking and fighting out of the shadows. He had been in the Rangers for several months before Tony had approached him. Several years older than him, Tony had taught Vin how to make love…how to enjoy male sex. That was when Vin knew for certain he was gay. Oh, he had looked at the girls and liked what he saw, but it was men he lusted after…men he dreamt about. He had denied it until Tony. When Tony had been killed in a mission, Vin had withdrawn again and didn’t allow anyone but Nettie and Casey in his circle. That was until he had fallen in with ATF Team 7 and the blond charismatic leader. Hell, it had been so long since he’d lain with someone it didn’t take much in the shower to get himself off. Just thinking about the blond did it for him. Now it looked like history was about to repeat itself…but it wouldn’t be JD that took the fall.
“Well now, boys…I have a little dilemma. You see we’re going to be here for a while while my men load the trucks. No one knows where you both are. Now, I really don’t want to kill two ATF agents, especially when the two agents belong to Larabee’s team. But I have a very short attention span and I am bored,” Simpson said as he stood over the two men. He knew immediately that the blue-eyed boy knew exactly what he was getting at. The dark headed one just stared at him. Leaning down he removed their gags.
In the van five men felt cold fear touch their hearts. Bored…what the hell was the bastard wanting the boys to do to alleviate his boredom?
JD was wondering what the hell this idiot was talking about. Thank God, he knew the guys were listening in. If he had just been able to tell Vin that help wasn’t far away. But with the light off he had not even been able to look at his friend to try to communicate with his eyes.
“Do you boys know that I haven’t had sex for…oh, I guess it’s been at least a week? Now I have a marked preference for gorgeous, young men and, how about that, you both fit the bill.”
Simpson watched as the blood drained from the younger agent’s face. The boy was an innocent; it was obvious. Simpson had no time or interest in taking and stretching a virgin, but he sure as hell didn’t want the kid bleeding to death from being ripped wide open. The gunrunner had never killed a sexual partner in the past and he wasn’t going to start now. Hurt yes…seriously physically damage or kill…no. He did have a certain code and while most people didn’t go along with it, it suited him just fine.
Buck had jumped to his feet at Simpson’s words, only a hissed order from his leader forced him back into the seat.
“Sit, Buck. There are too many men. We could get them both killed if we rush in too fast,” Chris explained. His own heart was thudding way too fast. Buck was right though, there was no way they could let the two youngest be raped. There was no way he could let Vin be raped. He knew Vin’s childhood was the stuff of nightmares and had wondered if the younger man had ever had to fend off larger, stronger men while he lived on the streets. The blond was afraid the answer was yes. Vin didn’t like to be touched; he didn’t like people sneaking up on him. Even now, after being around the team for so long, Chris was the only one he let get into his space without looking uneasy or flinching. Ezra and JD could get close at times, but they were both not overly large men. Nathan, Josiah and Buck were for the most part kept an arm’s length away. Vin got along with the three men and considered them friends, but he didn’t welcome hugs and he guarded his space.
Chris suspected that Ezra, Nathan and Josiah had figured out the same thing that he did. Vin had been touched inappropriately in the past - maybe even raped. The signs were there. Buck never noticed; he was always wrapped up in his women and JD. The big man got along with Vin, but they were total opposites in personality.
The fact that Chris suspected Vin had been violated in the past was the big reason that he didn’t act on his feelings towards his best friend. He thought he had fallen in love with the quiet man the instant their eyes met for the first time. At times, he knew Vin felt the same way, but was holding back. Hell, they both were holding back. In that instant he decided there would be no more holding back. Vin was meant to be with him and he was meant to be with Vin. After this case was over and done with he would take Vin out to the ranch. There he hoped to find out if the younger man loved him as much has he loved Vin. If so, he hoped to be making slow, passionate love to the longhaired sharpshooter soon after their long over due talk.
His attention was jerked back to the present when he heard Buck and Josiah cussing. If at all possible, Nathan had paled and Ezra just looked sick. Then he heard what was being said.
“Now I think both you young men are mighty fine looking. But I only have time to take one of you,” Simpson said.
JD stuttered, “Take…you…mean…”
“Shut up, JD. Don’t say another fucking word,” Vin hissed his blue eyes flashing with pure hatred as he looked up at the gunrunner.
“You want some fun, asshole, then take me. Leave JD out of it. I can damn well take whatever you’ve got…it won’t be the first time some bastard raped me. I survived it once when I was fourteen and I’ll survive it again,” Vin snarled. He sensed JD jerk and turn to stare at him.
In the van five men died a little as they heard Vin’s admission.
Chris bowed his head, heartsick over the atrocity done to his friend. It was one thing to suspect something, but to hear it confirmed was even worse. Nathan and Josiah exchanged looks. They, too, had their suspicions confirmed. They also knew their young teammate was going to need his friends around him. Ezra had suddenly sat down, not caring that he was sitting on the dirty van floor. Buck looked like he had been poleaxed.
The lady’s man found his mind running in circles. The same refrain over and over again.
Vin had been raped…Vin had been fourteen…Vin had been raped…Vin had been fourteen.
Suddenly Buck erupted. His emotions and protective tendencies rushing to the forefront.
“What kind of fucking son of a bitch rapes a child? Hell, Vin’s a skinny little thing now, back when he was fourteen a stiff wind would have blown him over, let alone the fact living on the street he sure as hell didn’t eat right! We need to find the bastard who raped him and gut him like an animal.”
Before Buck could continue his tirade Chris interrupted.
“Buck, calm down. We have to get them out of there. There will be time later to take care of the past,” Chris snapped. The blond was about ready to come out of his skin. Vin was in terrible danger, but this time he had people to back him up, and a man who loved him.
As Buck started to growl back he took a good look at his old friend.
Chris was pale, his jaw tense, the green eyes tormented. In that moment it became crystal clear. Buck realized his old friend was in love, in love with a longhaired Texas sharpshooter. A sharpshooter who Buck realized had held the blond’s heart in his hands since they met. Buck was now determined not only to save Vin and the kid but to make sure the two men got together. Happiness was hard to come by and could be fleeting; you had to grab it when you could.
As the five men left the van they heard what was being said in the warehouse and there was no doubt what Simpson was about to do to the young man in his clutches.
Even Simpson was taken aback by the blue-eyed boy’s admission. However, it wasn’t going to stop him from having the pretty.
“Well, I doubt that was a pleasant experience. They just took from you, I give pleasure back as I take what I want.”
“No big, fucking difference. You’re still taking something from me that I don’t want to give,” Vin argued.
“I will take from you and you will submit to me. Your friend won’t be harmed. You won’t be damaged as long as you do as you’re told. I am not fond of blood on my partners. But I don’t think that will be a problem. You are a smart boy. If you balk or fight, your friend will pay the consequences.”
Simpson snapped his fingers and another man entered the room. He was armed to the teeth. Standing just inside the door he was there to keep an eye on JD.
“Stan here is going to keep an eye on your friend. He will be right outside the door. If I don’t reappear in an hour your friend will be taken away and killed. Now, do you agree to the terms?”
Vin never hesitated; he didn’t have any choice.
“Yes, I fucking agree. Just you know that if JD gets hurt, five men will be coming after you to take you apart,” he snarled.
“Amazing. I notice you don’t say if you get hurt that they will come after me. I really am beginning to think you need to come with me. I will take care of you, which seems to be more than these so called friends do. You are a very beautiful young man and I could handle having you around for a long time.”
Simpson watched as Vin flinched and didn’t comment. JD, however, was livid and upset.
The younger man could tell Vin really put JD’s life over his own. He couldn’t believe Vin felt that the others would rather Vin be raped instead of JD.
“NO! Vin, don’t go with him. We can fight…please, Vin. You gotta know we care…VIN…!” JD screamed as Simpson leaned down and easily tossed his prey over his shoulder. He had no intention of untying the boy until he got him to the other room. His men had told him how deadly the young man was with his feet.
Vin groaned as he was flipped upside down. The hit he took on his head hurt like hell. Now the blood was rushing to his brain and it was starting to really throb. As he felt blackness taking over he heard JD scream his name. Trying to respond to tell his friend it would be okay he blacked out.
Simpson felt the body go limp. Good. That would make it easier to get the gorgeous body in position.
As he walked out the door he said loud enough for JD to hear, “Stan, you keep an eye on our guest. If he causes trouble shoot him in the leg. If I’m not back in an hour kill him - as much as I hate to do that.”
Turning to JD, the gunrunner said, “You will behave, boy. If you don’t then your pretty friend will be going with me and I will have the pleasure of his company for a long time.”
JD slumped down and acted as though he were defeated. As soon as the bastard shut the door he was going to whisper to the guys. Make sure they knew what was going down. They had to save Vin.
Chris felt tears threaten to spill over as he realized that Vin truly thought JD was better than he was…that JD was more worthy of being saved. He heard Buck cussing under his breath behind him. Smiling, despite the seriousness of the situation, he knew that Tanner was in for a big dose of lectures and hugs from the whole team.
Buck had the biggest heart around. JD loved that Buck hovered over him despite his protests that he hated it. Buck would have done the same for Vin, except the sharpshooter wasn’t having any of that. Vin always stated he wasn’t a kid, don’t treat him like one. Well, Vin had better get used to it. If the grumbling and cussing behind him was any indication then, despite what Vin might say, the team was going to tuck him right under their wings with JD and there he would stay until they determined he could be let out on his own.
Chris was also determined. Vin was not only going under his wing but also going to his ranch and out of that hellhole he lived in. Then, if God were willing, the young man would be going into his bed for the best, sweetest loving this side of the Rockies. If Vin couldn’t let Chris take him that was fine, the blond had no problem with Tanner taking the top position. The only important thing was that Vin belonged with him and always would.
Whispering instructions to his team they headed out to save their two youngest.
Simpson carried Vin to the back room behind his office. He quickly tied the young man spread eagled to a cot against one wall. The gun runner left enough give on the ropes attached to the wrists so when he flipped the boy over on his stomach he wouldn’t have to do anything but untie his ankles. Until then, he planned on slowly undressing the boy. Just thinking about touching and tasting that tanned skin was making his dick hard. The face was beautiful and that mouth. My God, what that mouth would feel like wrapped around his cock!
Reaching down he cupped Vin’s lax genitals still covered thankfully by jeans. The boy was hung…good - more meat for him to taste and stroke. But, first things first.
Simpson grasped the t-shirt at the bottom and ripped it down the middle baring the smooth chest. The sudden jerk of his body, as the shirt was ripped off, jarred Vin awake.
As the blue eyes blinked open Simpson sat down on the side of the cot and leaned over the slender body.
Vin gasped and pulled back as far as he could. Desperately, he tried to get away and found himself bound to the bed.
Simpson put his hands on the sides of Vin’s head. Holding on tightly his whispered, “Calm down, boy. This will go much easier on you if you just relax. I will have you. You can make it easier or harder. It’s your choice. Just remember, if you make it harder, you’re not going to be much use to your friend if you can’t walk because you’ve been torn wide open. My cock is huge and I can tear you badly. It would be a true shame to damage such a beauty as yourself.”
Simpson smiled as he watched Vin calm himself. Good the boy was smart, but he had no illusions that given half a chance the boy would attempt to not only escape but also kill him in the process.
“Now, you go along with me and everyone will get out of this alive,” Simpson said as he lowered his head.
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Meanwhile, JD was whispering frantically giving his team information hoping they were listening and were on their way to help. Suddenly there was a thud and grunt outside his door. The door was thrown open and Josiah and Ezra appeared.
JD slumped with relief. He was quickly untied. While the circulation slowly seeped back into his legs JD made sure that his teammates knew everything that had gone on and been said. The two men told him that they had heard but JD needed to say it so they let him talk. Simpson’s guards had all been taken care of. The other three men were hunting for Vin. Josiah said a prayer for his young brother. If Vin had been raped then Simpson would be dead. It was just a toss up whether it would be Chris or Buck who killed the animal.
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Nathan was thinking the same thing. He had a feeling that Chris would be totally focused on Vin, but Buck, well the big man was going to kill Simpson if he wasn’t stopped. Simpson had touched someone Buck cared about and the big man was out for revenge. Especially since that someone didn’t think he was important enough for his team to avenge. Well, that stubborn boy was about to find out different. And if that didn’t convince him then Buck would have to have a hell of a long talk with the boy.
Sneaking through Simpson’s office they heard muffled voices coming from behind the door.
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As Simpson stopped an inch from Vin’s lips he whispered, “Bite me and you will pay; then your little friend will pay even worse.”
Vin swallowed the bile in his throat as he felt a hard mouth close on his. He shut his eyes and kept his lips together.
Simpson kept his mouth on the full lips. He placed his fingers on the bared chest and pinched the nipples hard.
Vin flinched and tried to shift away from the pain. Simpson kept pinching hard until the sweet mouth gasped with pain opening up for him.
He immediately stuck his tongue inside, releasing the nubs he had been torturing. Yeah, the boy tasted as good as he thought he would. Mouth was nice, hot, wet and so soft. His cock would be fucking heaven in just a few minutes. Had to soften the boy up some first.
Sucking Vin’s tongue into his mouth Simpson took his time mapping every inch of the hot heaven.
Leaving the sweet mouth he nipped and licked his way to the neck. Reaching the Adams apple he sucked then licked the smooth skin.
Simpson got up and removed his shirt then straddled Vin’s thighs.
Seeing fear and anger rising in the gorgeous blue eyes he lowered his head and sucked on each nipple. As Vin squirmed, Simpson picked up his pace. The boy was determined not to make a sound; not to get aroused. Well, Simpson was going to win this contest of wills.
Nibbling, sucking, licking and gently biting the nipples he began to stroke the jean covered cock. He was gratified to feel it getting harder.
Vin was trying…God knew he was trying, but it had been so long since anyone had touched him. And even though he didn’t want this, at least from this bastard, he could feel himself becoming aroused.
Simpson moved back up to that luscious mouth and roughly started kissing the bound man. He just could not get enough of that sweet haven. As he devoured the sweet mouth, he kept up the pinching of the hard nubs.
Whispering into Vin’s mouth he said, “Now for my prize, pretty. You’re doing real well.”
As he clamped his mouth down again on Vin’s, he quit stroking the jean-clad cock. Raising Tanner’s hips slightly the belt was removed. Vin tensed as he felt his jeans being unzipped. A hard hand slipped under the waistband of his underwear and grasped his cock.
Suddenly all coherent thought left. He forgot JD, forgot the threat on their lives. All he could remember was hard, rough hands on his body and the smell of body odor and liquor on the man who raped him when he was a kid. His helpless feeling as he lay in the alley being pounded into the cement. Blood and cum running down his thighs.
Vin arched up trying to dislodge the man on top of him. Simpson released the sweet mouth as Vin wrenched his head to the side and screamed for the one person who could save him, “Chrisssss…”
When Chris heard that scream his heart stopped. A vision of Vin being held down as a cock forced its way inside the slender body flashed through his brain.
Before he could kick the door in, he was pushed aside. Buck and Nathan hit the door with their shoulders and stumbled into the room.
Buck roared with fury as he saw the animal on top of his young teammate. He hurdled across the room and yanked Simpson off the bound man. Tossing the gunrunner into the wall, he continued his attack leaving Vin to the two men running for the cot.
Chris and Nathan only had eyes for Vin. Nathan was scanning the slender body looking for wounds. He thanked God that the boy’s jeans were still on. They were in time; Vin had not been raped. It was obvious he had been touched but they would help him deal with that.
Chris was frantic. He found himself with tunnel vision. The only thing he saw was Vin tied to the bed. The big, blue eyes wide with terror, the shirt practically ripped off the shaking body. Vin whose jeans were unzipped, but thankfully still on.
Nathan tackled the ropes around the ankles as Chris sat on the side of the cot. He found himself uttering soothing words as he worked the ropes off the wrists. Peripherally he noticed that the wrists were red and raw where Vin had fought them.
As soon as he was free Vin launched himself into Chris’s waiting arms. The blond’s arms wrapped around the trembling body. Vin buried his face in Chris’s neck and shut his eyes. As soon as he felt those strong arms go around his waist he started to relax. He was safe…Chris wouldn’t let anyone hurt him.
When Nathan saw that Vin was in good hands he turned and hurried to pull Buck off a now unconscious Simpson. The gunrunner had been beaten until he had passed out. The only marks on Buck were a bruise on his chin and his knuckles were bloody and bruised.
Buck dropped the body on top of the desk and handcuffed one wrist to a leg on the desk.
Sitting on the cot next to Chris, the big man hesitated before he patted the back of Vin’s head. He was gratified when the young man didn’t flinch or move away from him.
“It’s okay, Vin. Bastard won’t be hurting you.”
A soft husky voice whispered, “Thanks, Bucklin.”
Buck smiled. Nathan smiled. Chris smiled then he leaned down and kissed the top of Vin’s head.
He didn’t care who saw him. Vin needed the love and reassurance that he was innocent and had done nothing wrong. He needed to know that they cared and he wasn’t alone.
Buck and Nathan exchanged glances. About damn time their boss got his head on straight. These two were perfect for each other.
Vin felt the kiss on top of his head. His secret hopes and dreams just might be coming true. The future, despite what had just happened, might be looking up for him.
Nathan and Chris got the younger man to his feet. Vin tried to get his trembling fingers to work and get his pants zipped back up.
Chris finally pulled his hands away and zipped and buttoned his jeans. Seeing Vin flush with embarrassment Chris tipped the down turned head up.
This time he placed a chaste kiss on the full lips. The blue eyes went wide and they frantically looked at Nathan and Buck trying to see what their reaction was.
“Don’t worry, Vin. We just think it took the old man a long time to figure out how much you mean to him,” Buck laughed.
“We’ve been hinting for weeks, I guess the boss finally decided to take the chance. But how do you feel about it?” Nathan said. He remembered, even if the others didn’t, that Vin had just been traumatized and this might not be such a good time to turn the boy’s world upside down. No matter how much he might want the blond.
“Just never thought Chris would like me like that. I mean he could have anyone why me?”
As Chris opened his mouth to tell Vin how much the young man meant to him there was a noise behind them.
The men had their whole attention on Tanner and had ignored the man handcuffed to the desk.
Turning, they saw that Simpson had quietly opened a drawer and pulled out a handgun.
“Now you fuckers are going to die. Then I’ll take that boy and fuck him to death. He can meet you in hell or what’s left of him,” Simpson snarled. He raised the gun.
Chris shoved Vin back to the cot and dove on top of the slender body. Buck roared and stood between the gun and the two men sprawled on the cot. Nathan pulled his gun although knowing he was too late when there was a shot.
Vin flinched. Covered by the blond’s body he couldn’t see what was happening, but he heard Chris whisper, “Thank God.”
Chris sat up and pulled Vin up to sit next to him.
Looking towards the door the sharpshooter saw Ezra standing there his revolver in his hand. Simpson was dead the bullet hole clearly visible between his eyes.
Ezra entered the room his green eyes going over Vin’s body looking for signs of any injury.
“He’s okay, Ez. What about JD?” Buck asked.
“Mr. Sanchez has him in the van. Our young colleague is just fine. Just worried about Vin. I came back to check on you guys,” Ez responded as he checked Simpson’s body.
“Glad you did, Ez. Thanks,” Chris said.
The blond pulled Vin to his feet. Took the belt from Buck and despite Vin’s protests he threaded it through the jeans and buckled it down.
Chris forced Vin to look at him.
“I know you can dress yourself, but right now I am taking care of you. So deal with it.”
“Thanks guys, for saving me,” Vin whispered his face still red.
“That’s what friends and teammates do for each other,” Nathan replied.
Buck decided he was going to have a long chat with the younger man. About damn time Vin realized that he was an integral part of this team. He was just as important as the rest of them and Buck was going to convince him of that no matter what it took. He didn’t know why the hell Vin thought JD was worth more than he was. But he would get to the bottom of it and make sure the sharpshooter knew how important he was to his friends.
Seeing that Vin was trying to pull his torn shirt further around his body, Buck shrugged out of his leather jacket.
Overriding Vin’s protests he got it on and zipped up. Standing back he chuckled.
“You really need to put on some weight,” the big man teased.
As Vin’s blue eyes flashed Nathan stepped in.
“That’s enough. I want to get Vin out of here. He needs to be checked at a hospital.”
“NO…no hospital. I want to go home. Chris…please,” Vin looked up at the blond who was standing right next to him. Chris had never been further than a foot from him since entering the room.
“We’ll go to the ranch. Nathan will check you over. Either that or the hospital,” Chris compromised.
At Vin’s nod of acceptance, Chris issued his orders.
“Nathan, you’re with Vin and I. Buck, you stay with JD. Make sure he knows what to say and what not to say. You know exactly what I mean. Ez, you and Josiah deal with the rest of the shit. Start filling out the reports then I want everyone at the ranch. I think we can all do with some downtime.”
Chris then slipped his arm around Vin’s shoulders and ushered him from the room. Nathan a half step behind.
Before Chris could get the injured man into his truck, Vin insisted on checking on JD.
JD threw himself into Vin’s arms hugging the sharpshooter tight. As JD was about to launch into a long-winded speech he caught sight of Chris and Buck shaking their heads at him. It only took a few seconds for him to realize that Vin had no idea that the team had heard his confession of the rape.
Vin caught the look passing amongst his friends. His heart sank a little when he began to put two and two together. Now that his mind was clearer he realized a couple of things. The men had been in the nick of time to save him. Therefore, they had to have heard what was going on. JD must have been wired. If that was the case, then they knew about him being raped. And they didn’t look at him like he was disgusting. They just wanted to take care of him. It was such a good feeling.
Chris then hustled his best friend into the truck. Vin found himself sitting in the middle between Chris and Nathan. He found he liked the feeling of having his two friends so close. Felt safe and right now safe was good.
Vin fell asleep about halfway to the ranch. His head slipped over and rested on Chris’s shoulder. When Nathan went to move the young man away Chris just shook his head.
“He’s fine. Besides I like having him close.”
Nathan just smiled. He leaned back against the seat and reflected on the turn of events. A situation that had started out being a total nightmare just might have a happy ending.
As soon as they reached the ranch, Vin woke up and insisted he wanted and needed a hot shower. While Vin was in the shower, Chris dug out some sweats for his friend to wear.
Nathan started to get the bed ready in the spare bedroom, but his boss stopped him.
“My bed, Nate. He’s going to have nightmares and I want to be close. Besides, I want him to know that I love him and want him in my bed as my lover and partner. We can take it as slow or as fast as he needs to. Vin will set the pace.”
Vin walked into the bedroom wrapped in a huge towel. Chris moved fast knowing he needed to keep Vin off balance until he had him tucked up in bed.
Keeping it very impersonal the two men had the sharpshooter dressed in the sweats and under the covers. Vin was resting against a stack of pillows that were piled against the headboard.
Vin looked around the room a little uneasily. He was in Chris’s bedroom…in Chris’s bed. The sharpshooter felt a little more control slipping from his grasp.
Chris saw the blue eyes scan the room. They were wide with uneasiness and maybe just a touch of fear.
The blond inclined his head towards the door. Nathan patted Vin on the shoulder and headed for the door.
“I’m going to fix up something for dinner. I’ll just be in the kitchen if either one of you need anything.”
Chris sat on the edge of the bed and watched his best friend.
Vin sat with his head down the long golden brown curls hiding his face. He was nervously tracing a pattern on the blanket with his finger.
Chris placed his hand over Vin's. The blond reached out and raised his friend’s head gently pushing up on his chin. Seeing the blue eyes filled with distress, Chris shifted until he sat next to the lithe body.
Slowly the blond put his arm around Vin's shoulders, tugging gently, until the tousled head came to rest on his own shoulder.
“Just relax, Vin. Nothing’s going to happen here until you want it to - if you want it to.”
Chris waited with bated breath to see what Vin would say.
“I do want…want it to happen, Chris. Just a little scared. I know that you guys heard what I said to JD. I figured that out after you guys saved us. I…well…after that happened I stayed away from people. Wasn’t until the Rangers that I found someone I trusted enough to let close. He was good to me…kind and gentle. Then he was killed and, until you, I didn’t a man get near me. Just never figured you would want me that way and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”
Chris raised Vin’s head so he could look into the blue eyes. If he could see the eyes he could tell what his friend was thinking and feeling.
Lowering his head Chris kissed the sweet lips then as they opened up for him he slipped his tongue into the hot mouth. Keeping the kiss gentle he nevertheless stole Vin’s breath away.
Finally, he pulled back. Vin’s eyes were slightly dazed. The blue orbs were full of love for the blond.
“Oh, I want you, Tanner…want you a hell of a lot. I want you in my life forever.”
With that simple declaration Vin knew he had come home. As he reached for the blond, Chris moved first wrapping his arms around the slender body holding him close.
Vin glared at his boss, blue eyes flashing.
“I’m fine, Chris. Bastard didn’t rape me. Didn’t even get my pants off. Want you now, I’ve been waiting for you long enough and no stinking animal is going to stop me from having you.”
“Right now you need to humor us. I want you to go to sleep and rest for a bit. The guys are heading out here. They want to check on you…make sure you’re okay. Besides I think Buck wants to have a little chat with you about this false idea you have that everyone else is so much more important than you. Don’t argue, cowboy…Buck has a bee up his ass so you just best sit back and let him vent. Then…then when they all go home, we can think about taking this a step further. How’s that sound?”
Vin continued to glare at his friend, but he knew that Chris was not about to change his mind.
“Fine, but as soon as they’re gone, we go to bed. Been a long time since I’ve been with anyone…well, since I left the Rangers. You may be in for a rough ride, cowboy.”
Chris felt himself get hot. Just the thought of being inside his best friend or Vin taking him was making him all hot and bothered. Best let Vin go to sleep or Nathan might just walk in on the two of them having sex…no making love.
Adjusting the pillows, Chris got the Texan flat on his bed and curled up next to him. He stayed with the younger man until he knew Vin was asleep. Slowly removing his arm from around the sleeping man, Chris eased his way out of bed. He left the door open so he could hear if Vin had any nightmares.
In the next forty-five minutes the whole team arrived at the ranch. Vin slept for another hour and never knew that each of his teammates came in one at a time to check on him. They would just stare at him or touch him briefly on the shoulder or back.
When the young sharpshooter woke up he found Chris sitting on the edge of the bed just watching him sleep. He blushed and dropped his eyes, not used to waking up and having someone staring at him. Having the man he loved, and who loved him, looking at him with such love coming out of those green eyes.
Chris tipped the tousled head up, bent down, kissed the soft sweet lips and watched the blush deepen.
“Love your blushes, Vin. Makes me feel all hot and bothered one minute and the next minute I just want to wrap you up in cotton and protect you from everyone and everything.”
“Damn, Chris, I’ve never heard you talk like that before.”
“Wanted to, was just too scared. Now I’m not, now that I know for sure you want me as much as I want you.”
Vin put his hand behind Chris’s neck and pulled.
The kiss he gave the blond was a darn sight harder and deeper than the one the blond gave him. He wanted to let Larabee know he wasn’t a shrinking violet, he was a man and he wanted his boss and best friend to make love to him.
Chris put his hands on Vin’s shoulders and gently pushed.
“Okay, babe. I got the message. The boys are here. Let’s go eat and spend some time with them, then after they leave, we got the whole night just for us.”
“They know I was raped when I was a kid, don’t they?”
For the next few minutes Chris told Vin everything they had heard. Then Vin felt such a good feeling in his heart as Chris explained that the boys wanted to go after the man who had hurt their friend. Never mind it happened a long time ago. In fact, before they went out to see the guys, Chris wanted Vin to do something for him. He wanted the name of the bastard who had raped a fourteen-year-old innocent by the name of Vin Tanner.
Vin thought about refusing but then he realized what Chris was doing. His friends could be like pit bulls when they wanted information. They wouldn’t let it go until they had the name. Oh, they wouldn’t harass him; they would be far subtler. Might as well just tell Chris and get it over with.
“Won’t do no good, cowboy. When I got out of the Rangers I went back and found him. He’s in a wheelchair now, still running his pawnshop. Told me there was nothing I could do about it and, God help me, I just couldn’t kill him in cold blood. Did put the word out about him though. Heard his business dropped off and he was being harassed by some of the gangs. I’ll tell you Chris but you gotta tell the boys they can’t kill him. I don’t want them going to jail for this.”
Getting Chris’s nod of agreement, Vin softly said, “The bastards name is Saul, Jeff Saul. He owns the pawn shop called Saul’s Pawn and More.”
Dropping a kiss on top of Vin's head, Chris helped his friend out of the bed.
After saying thank you for Vin trusting him with the information they headed down the hall.
For the next couple of hours Chris just sat back and watched as his five teammates hovered and made sure that Vin knew how much they cared about him and respected him. Buck in particular kept teasing and chatting up all Vin's accomplishment in the ATF. Thankfully, they left before Vin could shoot them all.
It had done the younger man good. He now knew where he stood and knew that he had six, no, five good friends and one soon to be lover who was his best friend.
Chris had pulled Buck into the kitchen at one point and gave him the name of the rapist. After making the big man promise not to kill Saul he also commented that anything else that happened to the man was fine with him.
So as Vin said goodbye to his friends he had no idea that they were going to exact revenge in his behalf on the animal that had raped him.
Chris, while knowing that Buck would tell the others what he knew about Vin's attacker, did not know what they would do. Oh, he knew that they wouldn’t kill the guy, but other than that, who knew what the guys would do to this piece of walking shit?
As Chris shut the front door he felt Vin move up behind him, then strong arms wrap around his waist.
“Love you, cowboy. Want you now.”
Chris turned wrapping his own arms around his friend’s slender waist.
“Love you, too, Vin. Are you sure about making love tonight? We can wait. There are other ways to make love.”
“Don’t want to wait. Been waiting long enough. I want to feel you in me, moving over me, making me yours.”
Chris had to groan at his friend’s words. Vin hardly said two words and then when he did he made them so hot it felt like his jeans had shrunk three sizes.
Then there were no more words as mouths fused together and hands were everywhere. Clothes were practically ripped off and tossed to the floor. By the time they reached the bedroom the two men were gasping for breath.
Chris shoved Vin back on the bed and in one move yanked the sweatpants off taking the socks at the same time. He took a moment to gaze down at the sprawled body on the bed. Vin let his legs splay open. As Chris stood frozen just staring at him, Vin stroked his hand down his chest. Tweaking one nipple he drifted further south and wrapped his hand around his engorged shaft. Giving himself one slow stroke on the red, wet shaft, he licked his lips.
As the dazed green eyes watched the pink tongue touch his lips Vin whispered, “Better hurry, cowboy, or I’m going to get started without you.”
As Vin stroked his shaft again he moaned and arched slightly watching through slitted eyes as Chris reacted.
Chris shoved the jeans and boots off his overheated body. He then covered the lithe body with his own grabbing Vin's hand and removing it from the sharpshooter’s body.
“I think you’re touching something that now belongs to me. You need release, you come to me. I’ll treat you real good.”
“Really? Been kinda slow up till now, cowboy. Must be your advanced age.”
Chris glared down at the smirk on Vin's face. Of course, the glare didn’t bother his friend at all. The blond wrapped his own hand around Vin's cock and squeezed. That got Vin's attention.
At Vin's whimper, Chris felt Vin buck up shoving his cock deeper in the blond’s fist.
“We’ll see about the advanced age problem. I’ll have you screaming my name before long.”
Chris was true to his word. He spent a long time examining his lover’s body. It seemed like he touched every inch of the tanned, slender body. Knowing he had not been with anyone for quite awhile, just like Vin, Chris knew neither one of them would last long.
After concentrating his tongue and teeth on Vin's highly sensitive nipples, Chris turned Vin over on his side. He never let his hands leave the sweaty, panting body. Insinuating one of his legs between Tanner’s he raised Vin’s legs up giving him better access to the puckered entrance he wanted to breach.
Vin groaned and shoved back as he felt a lubed finger slide into his ass. As Chris got three fingers inside Vin was fucking himself on the three digits. Almost sobbing incoherently Vin begged Chris to take him.
“Sh…sh…baby, here I come.”
Chris put more lube in Vin tight passage, lined up his slick cock and slowly began inching inside the tightest, hottest heaven he had ever known. Even with Sara, it had never been this tight, this hot and this good.
Vin was tired of waiting. Chris was too slow, too worried about hurting him. Vin shoved back until he felt Chris’s balls hit his ass.
Both men moaned. Vin, for the big hot weapon that filled him to overflowing; Chris, for the hot sheath that surrounded him.
Chris hissed, “Damn, Vin. I wanted to go slow. You’re gonna be sore tomorrow.”
“Don’t care, cowboy. Waited long enough to get you in my ass, now shut the hell up and move.”
The blond obligingly pulled out and slid back inside. At Vin’s moan he smiled. For the next several minutes he drove his lover closer and closer to the edge until Vin was whimpering for him to finish it.
Vin arched his back his cock spurting over Chris’s fist. His climax triggered Chris’s. The blond’s juices filled his bowels. He could feel the warmth of his lover’s essence filling him.
Panting heavily, both men lay still for several minutes; their legs tangled up together.
Vin moaned as he felt Chris’s cock slip out of his ass. It burned a bit, but wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.
Chris rolled the blue-eyed devil over on his back and looked into the emotive eyes of his young lover.
“How much pain are you in? Don’t lie to me, babe,” Chris asked his green eyes looking worried.
“Just burns, cowboy. Told you it had been awhile, but I wanted you too bad to wait.”
Chris searched the beautiful face and realized that Vin was telling him the truth.
Sighing deeply, Chris kissed the swollen lips of his sharpshooter and climbed out of bed. He grabbed a warm towel and wiped them both up.
The blond then curled back around his lover and holding Vin close they drifted off to sleep.
Meanwhile in town, five men walked into a pawnshop…Saul's Pawn and More. Ezra was the last man to enter the pawnshop. As he closed the door he put the closed sign out. They wanted no witnesses to what was about to transpire.
For the next thirty minutes Jeff Saul’s life was hell. The five men started off with threats and a few slaps to the face. When the man started mouthing off saying he enjoyed fucking boys and, yeah, he remembered the longhaired, skinny kid he fucked. Didn’t remember the name but he sure remembered the tight ass that little bastard had. Fucked the little prick right out back in the alley…fucked him until he bled and screamed.
It was all JD, and Nathan could do to hold Buck and Ezra back. The two men went for the wheelchair bound man’s throat. They forgot all about Josiah.
The big man had Saul up and out of the wheelchair and was shaking him viciously. Nathan finally got him to let go and Saul slumped to the floor gasping for breath.
When he started making noise about calling the cops he was informed they were the cops and his life was going to be hell from now on. If he complained no one would believe him. After all, who would believe a low life piece of shit.
They turned to leave the pawnshop, leaving the man trembling on the floor.
At the door Buck and Josiah paused. They looked at each other then Buck headed back to the downed man.
Leaning down Buck whispered, “Tell you what, fuck face, me and Josiah are going to come back later for a visit after its nice and dark out. We’re going to take you out back and fuck you in that alley…until you bleed. You just lay there and think about that.”
Laughing now the two big men left the shop.
Saul was shivering in fear. He knew he couldn’t prove the men had threatened him. There were no surveillance tapes; he didn’t want to have any evidence of the illegal activities he was up to. And he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the two men would be back and they would rape him in the alley. Well, screw that, he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.
Crawling over to his display case, he retrieved his loaded gun. Putting the barrel in his mouth he pulled the trigger. He would terrorize no more kids and was now on his way to where his kind belonged…HELL.
The next day when the news of the death of Jeff Saul hit the news, seven men celebrated. None of them regretted the death of the animal.
After being assured that the five men did not kill the bastard, Chris and Vin had their own private celebration. As Chris had taken Vin the night before, now Vin showed his lover that he was no slouch when it came to claiming his mate.
If anyone going by the ranch had stopped to listen they would have heard a sound that had been missing far too long from the Larabee home.
Laughter…deep laughter. Chris Larabee was happy again…Vin Tanner was happy…for now that was all that mattered.

The End

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