ATF Alternate Universe
January 20, 2000
Disclaimers - Nope, don't own the boys, Trilogy and them other big guys do. Mog created the ATF universe.
Author's Note - This is pure, mindless, silliness! Not to be taken seriously as actual ATF procedure!!! At least not without lawsuits and union involvement…
"Gather 'round, boys," the ATF leader called.The other six members of team seven did as they were bid and left their respective desks, to gather around the bulletin board.
"What's up, Chris?" Buck asked.
"Somebody sure looks happy," Vin remarked.
"Yes, do tell, Mr. Larabee," Ezra intoned.
"Gentlemen," Chris began, waving a piece of paper in his hand. "What I have here is a training notice," he continued, getting immediate groans from the other six men.
"Oh, shit," Buck lamented. "Don't tell me - more group dynamic shit?"
"No, no, nothing like that," the leader replied. "More like Tactical Command and Decision Making for the Officer in Charge."
"Sounds just as bad," JD muttered.
"Sounds like something you should go to, if you haven't already," Nathan spoke up.
"Oh, I intend to go," Chris responded. "And A.D. Travis wants one of you to go, as well," he went on, looking around expectantly. As the six members of Larabee's team began to slowly drift back toward their desks, their leader called out, "Did I mention that it takes place in warm, sunny, Orlando?"
In unison, as if on cue, the six men turned quickly around and looked back and forth between their leader and the windows.
Sunny Orlando, snowy Denver…sunny Orlando, snowy Denver…sunny Orlando, snowy Denver…
Six hands went up.
"I'll go!" six voices volunteered, sending a smirk of a smile to Chris Larabee's face.
"Well, I've got until the end of the day to decide which one of you goes with me. I wonder how I'll decide…" he trailed as he walked into his office.
OOO
Chris was going over the training notice, starting to plan out his schedule, when he heard a knock at the door.
"Here ya go, Chris," Buck said, bringing in a steaming cup of coffee and a salted bagel with cream cheese. "Fresh from Bialy's. Thought you might like a mid-morning snack."
"Well, thanks, Buck," the blonde man replied with a smile. "Mighty nice of you."
"Anything else you need, just give ol' Buck a holler," the mustached agent added, slowly backing out of the office.
Chris just shook his head and smiled. Who else would be trying to buy their way to a ticket to Orlando? He'd already had a couple of the team in mind for the trip, Buck being one of them. Josiah and Ezra being the other two. Those three had taken the supervisor's exam earlier in the year and would probably be an agent in charge of a case if he were unavailable. They would get the most use out of the training session.
Another knock on the door had JD poking his head in.
"Yes, JD? What can I do for you?" Chris asked.
"Well, you know, um," the young agent stammered. When Chris raised his eyebrows in expectation, JD said, "I just finished up that Michaelson case paperwork. You know, that one you said you needed for trial in two weeks?" He handed a neatly arranged case file over to his boss and added, "Even got his current criminal history right on top there for the D.A." "Thanks, JD," the team leader responded. "Wasn't expecting it so soon. Good work on the history," he added, giving it a quick look.
"You need anything, just call," JD said, backing out of the office in much the same manner Buck had only ten minutes before.
Chris was just about to take a look at JD's case file when another knock came on his door. He looked up expectantly, wondering which of the remaining four were going to try to bribe his way to Orlando.
Nathan was there, carrying a small bag. He stopped short at the front of his desk and got flustered all of a sudden. Chris smiled when he saw the name 'Bialy's' on the side of the bag.
"Buck beat you to it, Nate," the blonde man smiled. "But I do appreciate the sentiment," he added, accepting the bag anyway.
"Shit," the black man muttered as he slunk out of his boss's office.
The rest of the morning went quietly without any other visitors. Chris took a peek out into the outer office occasionally just to see what the others were up to before getting back to his own work. He had been going over in his head several of his team members' performances, trying to narrow down his choice. He knew there was no real way they could bribe him into choosing one of them to go to Orlando with him. He just enjoyed playing an occasional mind game with them. Payback's a bitch.
Around twelve thirty he decided to head out for lunch. Despite offers to buy him lunch from Buck, JD and Nathan, he declined them all. Heading down to the parking garage he had to let out a small chuckle. Chris Larabee was enjoying himself today.
Once at the garage level he stopped dead in his tracks. His truck was gone.
"Shit!" he swore, looking at the empty spot where he usually parked the big Dodge.
"Agent Larabee?" a voice called.
He turned to see an older man jingling a set of keys. His set of keys. Before he could get out a word, the man held out the keys and pointed over to the other side of the garage.
"Agent Standish said your truck needed an overhaul," the man began, following Chris over to the truck. "Cleaned it up good, inside and out, gave it a good hand wax, the works," he continued. "Even told me to park it in his spot today," he added with a surprised tone.
Chris looked over the gleaming truck. He realized that it hadn't looked that good since the day he bought it. And Ezra gave up his prime parking spot, too!
"So you must be Richard?" he asked the man, having heard Ezra speak of the few people allowed to touch his Jaguar.
"That's me," Richard agreed. "Agent Standish said it was a special occasion or something. His treat."
"Looks real good, Richard. Thanks," he told the man as he shook his hand. "I'll let Agent Standish know what a great job you did," he added.
As he got into the cab of the truck, he counted off the team members. Only Josiah and Vin were left to try to get on his good side. He wondered what would be in store for him when he returned.
OOO
Upon his return to his office, Nathan greeted Chris.
"Chris," he began. "I'm sorry. I know that I'm usually above the bribery stuff like this morning. That's usually Buck's department," he went on. "But I would really love to go to that training conference. I've never been there, you know?"
"I know, Nate," Chris replied. "I'll keep you in mind," he added, subtly dismissing the agent.
About an hour later, Josiah walked into the office and Chris braced himself. The big man carried nothing. No coffee, no bagels, no case files. But then, Josiah was not a material man.
"What can I do for you, Josiah?" he asked, gesturing to one of the seats in front of his desk.
"Well, Chris," he began. "I've been thinking about that training announcement you mentioned this morning. And to be honest, I think I'm your man," he said as he sat in the chair.
"Why is that?" Chris asked, leaning back in his chair, showing a true interest in Sanchez's reasons.
"Well, for starters, I've got seniority," Josiah began. "I've been with the agency the longest, so technically, when you're not around, I already am the agent in charge. Second, I'm on the list for the supervisory agent position. Granted, I think Ezra got a higher mark than I did, but I'm still on the list. And last," he continued, a slight smile coming to his lips as he leaned forward, "I could sure show you a lot of "un-Disney-like" places in Orlando."
Chris couldn't help but laugh out loud at that remark.
"I bet you could, Josiah," he finally said. "And, I'll keep all that in mind," he added, shooing the big man out of his office.
OOO
It was almost four o'clock when Chris looked at his watch again. Since his meeting with Josiah, Buck had brought him more food. JD had finished up another case file for him. Nathan just shook his head and turned around every time he neared the office door. Ezra did come and ask his opinion on Richard's work and received Chris's praise and thanks for it. But one person hadn't come to see him. Hadn't come to ask about Orlando. Vin.
Either the young sharpshooter really wasn't interested in going or didn't feel the bribery the others offered was appropriate or just figured he wasn't going to get picked anyway, so why bother, he didn't know.
It didn't matter anyway, really, Chris knew. He'd pretty much decided just after lunch who was going with him, anyway. Still, he was somewhat disappointed that Vin hadn't tried anything.
'Oh, well. Show and tell time,' he thought, getting up to make his decision known.
But he was stopped in his tracks when Vin appeared at his door, a determined look on his face. The young agent closed the door behind him, locking it. He looked over at the window that normally had a view of the outer office and seemed satisfied that the window's blinds were down and closed.
"What can I do for you, Vin?" he asked, in much the same manner he'd asked the others when they came to him.
"More like, what can I do for you?" Vin replied, slowly walking over to his boss.
Chris wasn't sure how to reply, confusion taking over as Vin stopped mere inches from him, standing virtually toe to toe. He was even more confused when he felt the sharpshooter's hand begin to caress the front of his pants, bringing it to a tightening bulge.
"Watched the other fellers all day, suckin' up to ya," Vin whispered. "Tryin' to figure out a way to get you to take 'em to Orlando with ya," he went on, slowly dropping to his knees. "And it came to me. They really weren't suckin' up at all."
Chris let out a gasp as he listened to Vin's whispered words, felt the zipper of his pants get pulled down. Before he knew it, he felt the warm hands of his sharpshooter pulling his hardened member out from his shorts.
"Viiinnnn," he tried to warn the younger man, wondering if he should stop him or not.
But all thoughts were taken away from him as Vin's mouth surrounded the tip of his cock and began sucking on it.
"Oh, God! Vin!" he cried out, trying not to shout, grabbing the back of the sharpshooter's head and shoving it down.
Vin quickly took in the rest of his boss, licking and sucking him for all his worth, opening himself up and allowing Chris to push and pull at his head and hair. He reached into Chris's shorts with one hand and began to fondle the older man's balls, gently squeezing them as he sucked the tip of his cock.
It was all too much for Chris to take - the physical sensations Vin was giving him, along with the surprise of the whole thing - before he knew it he was climaxing, sending his hot juice down the sharpshooter's throat.
Gasping for breath, he was barely aware of Vin putting him back inside his shorts, zipping up his zipper. When he could finally see straight again, the lean agent again stood toe to toe with him, licking his lips, a twinkle in his eye.
"Now that's suckin' up," Vin whispered. "And just think of what other things I could do for ya on a business trip," he added before heading for the door.
OOO
Two weeks later, on a flight from Denver to Orlando...
"You sure Josiah ain't mad?" Vin asked.
"He understood," Chris replied. "He's been waiting for that Instructor Development School anyway."
THE END