A Game Of Cat and Mouse by Pie

Warnings: Some bad language they are guys!

Vin closed his eyes and willed his clamouring heartbeat to shut the hell up for a few seconds as he silently slid the door open a few inches and listened intently for any sound of his pursuer. He wished he had time to put on the trousers he was clutching like a lifeline, but he couldn't afford to rest here for long - his nakedness made him feel extremely vulnerable and, to compound that, he'd also lost his sidearm.

He had no hope of being rescued. He had already been captured four times and on each occasion he had been forcibly stripped of some clothing and then released and told to run. He was being toyed with - the thrill was in the chase and the maniacal laughter had echoed in his ears as he fled. Vin knew that if he was caught again it would be all over. There would be no mercy shown.

Goosebumps shivered over his skin and his limbs trembled as he hesitated, unsure of his next move. One thing was certain, he couldn't stay here like a sitting duck. Of all the invaluable lessons he had learned over the years for his survival, one stood out - If someone was after your hide, don't stay in one place - it's much harder to destroy a moving target.

"TANNER. You can run, but you can't hide."

Shit! the ominous voice was closer than Vin had anticipated. He had waited too long. He had no choice but to fight back - now, before it was too late!

He stealthily moved from the closet and moved swiftly down the corridor and ducked through a door, leaning back against it in panting relief. His blue eyes darted around the room, hoping to see some kind of weapon or anything that he could use...but apart from a huge bed, there was nothing.

Suddenly he heard a noise from the other side of the door.

Footsteps! Slow. Steady. Sinister.

Vin cast a look of sheer anguish around the room. He eyed the bed with trepidation, It was the obvious hiding place and he knew it offered the best chance of concealment.. He moved.

The footsteps got closer and then stopped abruptly. From his vantage point, Vin could see the doorhandle being slowly depressed. His breath caught, and although he was chilled, sweat began to bead across his brow. It seemed to take forever for the door to swing open with a slight squeak of its hinges, and a menacing shadow fell across the threshold. Vin could sense that the room was being scrutinised carefully. To his horror, the relentless predator walked further into the room and stopped dead by the bed.

Vin shrank back into the concealing darkness and made himself as small as possible, he hardly dared to breathe in case it alerted the heightened senses of the man hunting him, but the panicked thump in his chest seemed to echo around the room.

Without warning the bedsheets were ripped away and there was no mistaking the howl of thwarted rage that sounded in response. Vin peeped out from behind the opened door and saw his opportunity, his adversary was rummaging around the bed, his back resolutley turned - this could be Vin's one and only chance for attack!

Like a screaming banshee he launched himself at full speed toward the man. The collision was full impact and they both fell to the bed in a tangle of bodies and mashed, tangled limbs.

"Ooof! What the fuck? VIN!"

"Got'cha Cowboy! Now it's your turn to lose some clothes." Vin began to tug at Chris's shirt.

"Of all the sneaky, underhand tricks."

"Sore loser." With a triumphant yell, Vin succeeded in removing the jersey.

"May I remind you," Chris panted balefully, "that I am still half dressed and you have nothing left to lose."

"Ah, but ya have to run now - There's a fine line 'tween hunter and hunted!"

Chris wriggled out from under Vin and stood up.

"Bring it on Tanner." Chris briskly ran from the room as Vin slowly counted to thirty.

"...28 Mississippi, 29 Mississippi, 30 Mississippi. Comin' ready or not," he hollered.

"Promises, promises," shouted back a disembodied voice.

"Larabee, you're so goin' down," Vin sniggered to himself, as he made his way from the spare bedroom to the Den. A flash of black streaking past the window had him sprinting to the deck of the ranch.

"You cheater, Chris! No goin' outside!"

"Sucker!" Came the faint reply.

The bang of the front door told Vin that Chris had crept around the ranch and let himself in. He threw himself back the way he came.

*CRASH!*

"Vin, what was that?"

*Moan*

"Vin?" Chris's tone was filled with worry, he dashed into the entrance hall and saw his lover's prone body lying at the bottom of the steps that led down to the Den.

"VIN!"

With one leap, Chris crouched down by Vin's side and cradled his face.

"Speak to me. Are you in pain?"

Vin made a grab for the nearest ankle and yanked Chris onto the floor. With a swift movement he rolled on top of the spluttering, indignant man, straddling his body and making himself quite comfortably at home.

"You bastard, I thought you were hurt."

Vin trailed an insulting finger along Chris's strong jaw. "Who's the sucker now?" he whispered. His long fingers moved to the buttons of Chris's tight black jeans and began to deftly undo them. Not waiting to pull them off, he slipped his hand inside.

"Mmm mmm...gone commando have we?"

Chris smacked Vin's ass - hard! "I thought I'd help you out."

"Ya thought having no underwear would get you off one minute sooner, you mean. Submit!"

"WHAT."

"Say submit and I'll share the spoils of victory with you."

"No way!" replied Chris emphatically. "You were naked first."

"I can be dressed first too. Submit!"

Chris weighed his options. "Submit," he whispered sulkily.

Vin softly kissed his lover as a reward for his good behaviour. " I think I like playing Strip Hide and Seek, Chris."

Finis

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