The sharpshooter
sat quietly, an occasional sip of coffee the only level of movement that might
- possibly - draw attention to him. Hooded eyes moved constantly over
the reveling crowd, searching without appearing the least bit interested.
The bug in his ear was quiet, save for an intermittent radio check.
They were all tired, and even JD has ceased his running commentary.
The air was clear and crisp; the sky full of stars and, despite his hyper-vigilance,
Vin couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of the night. Settled in
a chair not far from one of the three fire pits on the resort patio, he registered
the activity of the party guests, easily discarding each new face as he determined
it was not his target.
A group of pleasantly intoxicated men and women took up temporary residence
on the fire pit benches to Vin's left. Appreciative eyes, both male
and female, roamed over him and he smiled just enough to satisfy without enticing.
A familiar, rumbling purr, eased out the quiet in his ear.
"If they know what's good for 'em, they'll keep their eyes to themselves."
The corner of Tanner's mouth kicked up so slightly only Chris would notice.
The honey behind the Leader's words dripped past his auto-defense and a slow
spread of heat that owed nothing to the fire nearby began in his belly.
Chris, armed with the knowledge that their target and most of his compatriots
were safely in custody five counties away, pressed on with his plan for his
favorite agent, currently captive on a secure channel. Settling back
in the van, the rest of the Team on their way home, he began to weave a web
of sensuality for his lover.
"'Course, I don't blame 'em," Larabee continued, his voice buzzing with heat
and sex. "You're sittin' there lookin' delicious. All alone with
the backdrop of the mountains and the stars settin'off your eyes."
Vin smiled a bit, a good-natured warning in the action not many would recognize.
Chris answered with a smile of his own and continued.
"God what I'd like to do to you. I can almost feel your breath on
my neck. Me markin' ya, you pantin' hotter and faster the harder I suck."
All trace of a smile had left Larabee's voice as he was caught in his own
game. The purr became husky, the honey, thicker.
"It's been too long since my mark rode your shoulder, cowboy."
The sharpshooter ceased all movement and Chris saw him take a deep, even
breath in an effort to slow his pulse.
"Too long since my hands held ya still while a whimper grew in your throat
from my teeth at your neck. I can't wait to strip your defenses, Tanner.
To see ya drop to your knees in front of me with nothing else in your mind
but to please me."
Vin shifted.
"Yeah, that pushes your buttons, doesn't it Vin?" Chris rasped quietly.
"You've put yourself there, already. At my feet. Waiting. Can you feel
it, cowboy? Feel my heat?"
"You love belonging to me, don't you Vincent Michael?"
Vin closed his eyes briefly.
"I know, baby . . . You're hard for me. Ready for me. Even opening for
me, knowing what I'll do with your kneeling, offered body."
"I can see it in your eyes, cowboy. Even this far away, even through
a lens, you burn for me."
Vin's head dropped back ever so slightly, his chest rising and falling more
frequently.
"God, Vin . . . I can't wait to be in your mouth. Can't wait to taste
you, myself. Can't wait to bend you over that chair you like so much
and redden your ass before I slide my fingers into you."
Vin shuddered delicately, again his movements almost too slight to
notice.
"Then, maybe, if you're a real good boy, I'll take ya downstairs.
Put your collar on ya. Would you like that, Vin . . . a real session, my leather
surroundin' your neck, my voice in your ear, my body pressed against yours
in those rare moments I allow it?"
"There's somethin' I want ya to do for me, cowboy." The purr became lower
yet again, sensuous possession dripping from every word.
"Close your eyes, Sharpshooter. Close your eyes and hear my voice.
The voice of your lover. The voice of your Master. Hear me Vincent,
and cum for me."
"Now" The command breeched the agent's defenses. Vin's body tightened,
leg muscles showing taut beneath his jeans, head tilting back yet again, this
time in obvious ecstasy.
"That's it, precious boy. That's my baby. Let it come. Give yourself
to me. All of you." Chris watched, finally silent, as the bowed body
in the monitor fought a public display . . . and lost. The next time he spoke,
a tone of praise spilled out, along with his own unspent hunger.
"Come home, Vin. Your prey is in custody, and I need my boy."
The End
