ATF Alternate Universe
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ONE
"Damn it!" he cursed as he struggled with the material under his fingers. "Damn it to Hell," he flustered as his tongue darted in and out between his lips."Calm down, Mr. Tanner. Patience. Do not be in such haste to free the certain individual that you are undressing. A little time and finesse only adds to the overall delectation of the moment." Ezra hated to admit it, but there was something enthralling about watching the sharpshooter's deep concentration as he tried to master the art of unbuttoning a shirt. The biting of the bottom lip and adding to that the blushing of his cheeks as he struggled to slip the buttons through the holes only completed the whole seductive picture.
It was not that Vin Tanner was slow, far from it in fact, but in impatience to be perfect for his lover, he knew he would be fumbling just as he was now.
"What the hell's wrong with polo shirts anyways. I could just rip the damn thin's off," he grumbled, before blushing as he realized what he had said.
"Next you will be suggesting the modern abomination called Velcro. Mr. Tanner some things are made to be captivating, slow and seductive. The instant abruptness of modern technology tends to take some of the thrill out of the game."
"Damn it Ez," Vin sighed as he dropped the material from his shaking fingers. "This ain't a game, not to me anyways." Moving away, the frustrated man ran his fingers through his long hair. "May be this wasn't a good idea. I'm sorry I bothered ya, Ez," he apologized as he went to leave the room.
"I will not hear of it," Ezra said as he grabbed the embarrassed man, stopping him from leaving. "Mr. Tanner you came to me with a heart full of love. Do you think I am going to turn that heart away. You need me and I, being the friend that I am, am more than willing to help you. More than that I would be honored if you will allow me to be of assistance to you."
"Oh Hell Ez, this ain't exactly somethin' you ask a friend to do. It's a wonder ya didn't kick my ass outta here and laugh yerself stupid for the rest of the night." Vin said as he looked at the floor, unable to meet his friends eyes.
Moving in closer, Ezra reached out and lightly touched Vin's cheek, "Mr. Tanner--Vin, you are many things, but the butt of amusement is not one of them." For a moment, the southerner was lost in the blue eyes that stared so innocently back at him, before he shook himself free, "Now, shall we continue?" he asked as he cleared his throat.
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Vin's hands glided across the material, moving with grace as they slowly released the buttons from the holes. Please with what he had been taught, he was to the last hurdle when the button refused to move. Silently cursing, he blushed as he struggled with the stubborn item, his tongue whipping in and out in the attempt.
Damn, he had gotten good at this. Slightly disappointed that Vin had lost some of his shy ineptness, his lover watched as the nimble fingers made their way down his shirt. As his chest was slowly revealed, he had about given up, when a miracle occurred and Vin's finger's stalled on the last button. It was the cue his cock needed, as blood flushed to Vin's cheeks in embarrassment, so did the blood to his own organ.
Vin smiled as he shrugged and ripped the last of the shirt open. "Ya know, there's somethin' to be said for rippin' after all," he said lustily as he eyed his lover's bare chest. Needing to feel every poor of skin under his touch, the sharpshooter kissed his was from the chest, to the neck until he was devouring the receptive mouth waiting for him.
Starting slow as he had learnt, Vin promptly became impatient and soon both the lovers clothes had been hastily discarded in the rush to explore each other to the full extent.
"Oh God Vin, you're beautiful,"
"Aww Hell," Vin shuddered and blushed even redder than before. Anymore embarrassment was halted as lips covered his and probed the very depths of his soul. His cock throbbed and started to come to attention, as his moans were swallowed by his lover's mouth.
"Bed!" His lover growled hungrily.
Without hesitation, the younger man scrambled onto the bed, eager to continue what they had started. Vin groaned as his more experienced lover switched to using his mouth on the rest of his trembling body. Watching as the older man began licking wet trails down his chest, Vin breath quickened as the trail lead to his throbbing manhood.
"Oh shit!" Vin sighed in pleasure as his lover swallowed him down to the base. He nearly came then and there, as he watched his lover's mouth greedily devouring him. The nips and stroking of the warm tongue on the sensitive skin of his cock was sending him to the edge, but as the mouth began its earnest sucking it was too much. "Oh Hell, --I'm gonna," Vin cried as his hips pushed wantonly into his lover's throat. "Oh God---," he roared as he came.
"You liked that huh?" His lover asked as he trailed kisses up Vin's panting chest.
"What do ya reckon? But I don't think we are finished, do you?" Vin grinned ferally as he made a grab for his lover's body.
End of part one Part Two
The wild look in Vin's eyes was sending pints of boiling blood to his lover's already engorged shaft and he couldn't move quickly enough for the lube.
"Where is it?" he asked when he couldn't find it in its usual position.
Vin, who was hardening again at the lecherous thoughts emanating from his lover, writhed on the bed. "In the bathroom, where we left it remember?" he smiled, remembering the last time they had made love.
"How could I forget," the older man grinned back as he jumped off the bed, "Don't turn the motor off," he order his younger lover.
"Revin' just for you, lover," Vin purred, his blue eyes blazing as he watched the older man disappear into the bathroom. Horny and needing to feel his lover beside him, Vin waited and waited, "What's takin' ya so long," he called.
Receiving no answer to his summons, Vin was starting to get off the bed, worried that something had happened, when his lover reappeared at the doorway. "Why didn't ya answer me? You scared me," Vin asked. The strange look on his lover's face not going unnoticed. "What's wrong?" he asked becoming concerned.
"Sorry," the older man said as he forced a smile, "I know I shouldn't be thinking of work at time like this, but I just remembered the Thompson case that we were working on. I might have to get in contact with Ezra. Is he back from visiting his mother yet?" he asked.
Confused at the change in his lover's temperament, Vin shrugged, "Yeah, he's back. Somethin's wrong, what is it?" Vin asked as he stood up to meet his lover.
"Nothing," The older man said, his eyes a little colder than they had been before. "It can wait."
"I know ya. I know when somethin's botherin' ya," Vin said softly as he ran his hand gently over the clenched jaw of his lover's chin.
"Then you know, I want you on the bed now," he growled his voice hard and commanding.
Unsure what to make of his lover's mood change, Vin did what he was ordered and scrambled back on to the bed. "Tell--,"
"Shut up!" the older man silenced his lover as he threw the lube on the bed beside Vin. "I want to watch while you get yourself ready for me,"
"What? Ye've never asked me to do this be--," Vin wasn't sure if he was excited or scared of this side of Chris, he had never seen it before. Since they had become lovers, their time together had always been gentle and loving. Chris had managed to chase all the sharpshooter's demons away, but now?
"Well I'm asking you now. You don't want to do what I want?"
"Sure, I do, you know that, but--,"
"Then do it!"
Nervously reaching for the lube, Vin looked into his lover's face unable for the first time, to read the emotion that was showing from it. Preparing his hands with the lube, Vin began a mechanical caress of his now deflated shaft.
"Close your eyes Vin, " his lover ordered a little to harshly, "close them and think of whose hands you want all over you."
"Yours," Vin sighed as he did what he was ordered and began to imagine that it was his lover caressing his slowly hardening shaft.
"That's it Vin. You can feel his hands all over your body. His teeth nipping at nipples as his hand slides up and down that hard cock of yours. That's right Vin, now I want you get yourself ready for your lover." Watching as Vin did was he was told, was turning the older man on, and he couldn't stop himself reaching down and rubbing at his own re-engorged cock.
Lost in the sound of lover's voice, Vin did what he was told. The mere fact that his love was watching him as he pleasured and prepared himself turned him on more than he though it would.
"On your knees at the edge of the bed," the older man ordered, unable to wait any longer to claim the younger man.
"But--,"
"Now!" he commanded.
With his own member now demanding release, Vin ignored the questions he had about his lover's strange behavior, and scurried to the do what he had been asked.
Breathing heavily, the older man tried to control the anger that he was feeling, at the same time as he lusted after the inviting body in front of him. Pressing himself against his young lover's prepared opening, he grasped Vin's hip, pressing the head of his swollen cock inside Vin's body. Holding the agent's hip still, the older man moved his hand up to the other side, gripping the body tightly, he thrust his hips forward.
Vin was surprised at his lover's not so gentle entry, it had hurt a little, but he knew if he kept relaxed the pain would pass. Shutting his eyes he breathed deeply as his lover continued to thrust in to him.
"Fuck...you're so tight...God you are so good," the older man grunted. His eyes traveled over the body in front of him and Chris was suddenly reminded of the torture that Vin suffered at the hands of Sleeth all those months ago. His anger faded for a moment as he looked at the fading scars that marred the near perfect body. He was about to release his anger and make love to his lover, when his heart conjured up another vision of betrayal and continued to pound into the younger man.
All Vin managed to do was moan as he felt his lover begin to pound into him. The guttural sounds coming from the older man, were sending the young agent into overdrive himself.
"Uh --Uh," the older man grunted in time with his thrusts, both men thrusting and pushing, slapping skin hard as they lost themselves in their combined passion and came within seconds of each other.
Collapsing on the bed, beside each other, Vin turned to look breathlessly at his spent lover. "Why?" he asked.
"Why what?" his lover responded casually.
"Ye've never treated me like that before," It had been great sex and Vin couldn't say he didn't enjoy it, but it wasn't the usually devoted lovemaking he had been used to.
"Didn't look like you hated it," his lover answer rather brusquely as he picked up his clothes and walked in to the bathroom. "Or are you used to some other kind of lovemaking?" he asked from the bathroom, "Maybe I should ask Standish what you like?"
"Ez? What are you talking about?" Vin asked more confused than ever.
"Next time he comes over to visit, make sure he dresses himself before he leaves," His lover snapped as emerged dressed from the bathroom, to throw a discarded shirt into Vin's face.
Vin pulled the shirt from his face and saw that it was one of the shirts that Ezra had brought around for him to practice on. He had brought all different styles, so no shirt would be a hindrance to the sharpshooter, and now his lover actually though that he and Ezra had--. "Damn him!"
THREE
"Next time he comes over to visit, make sure he dresses himself before he leaves."Vin didn't know how long he had sat on the bed, stunned at the sudden turn of events that had punched the beat from his heart. He stared at the empty space of the doorway where the last view of his lover had been his back stalking away without waiting for an explanation. Absentmindedly rubbing his fingers over the object of his lovers outrage, his bewilderment gave way to his own debasement at his lover's hands.
"Bastard! Ya bastard Chris Larabee!" He shouted as he threw the shirt toward the empty doorway. His lip quivered as the full ramifications of what had occurred hit him. His lover, the one man he had allowed to know the real Vin Tanner, who knew his every thought, had so easily believed he could betray the man he loved. No questions, no explanations, just the accusation, the sentencing and disposal of the corpse. So easy.
Taking a deep breath, Vin looked around his empty apartment, the room seemed vacant and suffocating now. He had to get out of there, wait for the ghosts to leave, even if it was for just a few hours. Quickly dressing himself, Vin picked up the keys to his Harley and tore from the room. The heart-wounded man had no idea where he was going, he only knew if he stood still he would have to think and he didn't want to think.
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Slamming the door to his vehicle, Chris sat staring up at Vin's apartment before resolutely turning the keys and driving off. His heartbeat had yet to settle as visions of Vin and the southerner played like a movie in his head. His palm slammed hard on the steering wheel as the memory of his lack of control and punishment of his young lover came back to haunt him.
"Damn you Vin, Why?" Larabee hissed as he slammed his hand down again. All his questions came down to one, why? Why had he allowed this happen? Vin was young and may be he didn't know any better, but what was his own excuse.
When Sleeth had taken Vin and did those things, that even now made Chris want to puke, he was there to pick up the pieces. He didn't mean for it to become more, but it was as if it was meant to be. The moment he had set eyes on the young man across the warehouse floor, it was as if his soul, that he had thought so irreparably damaged with the death of his wife and child, was restored. He knew that as they locked eyes and nodded that there was nothing else that need be said; he had a second chance at happiness and he took it.
Did he blame Vin for falling for Standish? If he were to be honest with himself, it would be destined to happen. Vin was young and handsome, whereas he himself had seen a lot of life and it showed. How long was the sharpshooter going to stay with an older lover? "Maybe he just didn't need you anymore, Larabee. Did you think of that? Damn it Vin, why didn't you tell me?"
Taking note of his surroundings he found himself not heading out the ranch as he thought he was but driving down the street of Ezra's apartment building. Pulling the car over, Chris paused before turning of the car and making his way up to Ezra's apartment.
Hesitating, Chris' fist hung in mid air as he wondered if this was the brightest idea he'd ever had? He was about to confront his lover's lover, what was he thinking? Was he going to kill the a fellow agent? Was he going to beat the southerner to a pulp, so he would know never to never touch Vin again? Or was he just going to wish them all the best? He had no idea.
The decision knock, or not to knock was taken out his hands when the door suddenly swung open.
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Vin had never felt so lonely as he did now as he motored down the side streets. There where many places he could be, Netties, Josiah's, even Bucks, but they would all tell him that it would be all right and that Vin could fix it, but why should he? He didn't break the relationship, he didn't jump to conclusions and humiliate his lover, Chris did and he would be damned if he would be the one to make it better.
He needed a drink. Turning his bike into the carpark of the Durango Bar, Vin stopped and as he reached down to turn the key, noted for the first time his shaking fingers. "Damn, you do need a drink Tanner," he chastised himself as he stretched and fisted his hands.
"Get outta of my face Jimmy!" a female voice shouted.
"I ain't in your face yet, sweetheart! But I will be," a male voice laughed back, "and your going to love every inch of it."
"If ya think I'm suckin' that poor excuse for a pecker, honey, yer livin' in a dream world. I'd need pepper, tweezers and a magnifyin' glass to see what ya have in those pants," she giggled.
"Bitch!"
Vin heard the sound of skin hitting skin, and followed the noise to a man that appeared to have a woman pressed up against a weather beaten pick up. Not in the mood to watch another relationship going down the toilet and, yet unable to let the situation go, the sharpshooter dismounted his bike and casually walked over.
Vin placed a firm gripped hand on the man's shoulder, "Sir, I would take it kindly as a personal favor if you would not hit the lady again."
"Piss off and mind yer business asshole! Me and the lady have personal business," the man growled as he shrugged off Vin's hand.
"Not if that means, beatin' the lady it don't," Vin added a little more forcefully. Hoping that the woman would use this time to get away, Vin was disappointed as she appeared unable to move.
"And who the fuck do ya think ya are?" The man growled as he swung around, his arm flying at the intruder.
The aim was clumsy and the apparent drunk was easy to evade as Vin ducked under the attack.
"Just promise not to hit the lady again tonight and I'll leave," Vin offered as he put up his hands up to hold off any escalation's of the dispute.
"Ya'll leave alright, in a fucking body bag," the drunk glared as he attempted to kick out the interloper, only to miss again and fall to the ground.
"Look mister, yer drunk and yer stupid," Vin said as he pressed his knee to the man's back, holding hard against the asphalt of the carpark, "Don't compound it by being hospitalized."
Vin silently blasted himself and Chris, for his timing and the paperwork he was now going have to fill out because of his lover's loss of faith. Continuing his struggle with the writhing man, who colorful words tainted the air, he turned around to check on the woman, "Ma'am, do ya want to press char--,"
The pain was unbearable. Slipping off the man under him, Vin tried to reach behind his back to find out what was the cause of the agony.
"Jimmy told ya, to mind yer business!" The woman hissed, her face a mask of hatred as she pulled her hand back and waved the bloodied knife in Vin's face, "May be next time ya'll think twice before ya interrupt things that ain't none of yer business."
Vin's face paled as he realized what had just happened and cursed that in his despair he had left his weapons back at his apartment. Collapsing the rest of the way to the ground, the sharpshooter felt his blood drenching his shirt, soaking his jeans as he struggled to take hold of awkwardly placed wound.
"Get up idiot!" The woman spat her partner, as she moved toward the van. "Let's get outta here."
Jimmy pushed at the ground and stood up, smirking, kicked out at the stranger, this time he didn't miss.
Unable to defend himself, Vin felt the boot connect with his ribs. The blow sending the sharpshooter on to his back, transmitting bolts of pain to the wound. Incapable of evading the attack, he tried to prepare himself as more blows rained down, but as his breathing labored, he found himself past caring.
"Jimmy, ya fuckin idiot! Get yer ass in the truck before I give ya a bit of what I gave him."
Laying on the cold concrete, Vin didn't hear the sound of the truck disappearing into the distance, or the noise of his own rasping breath. All the sharpshooter could hear were Chris' last words and he couldn't help thinking, maybe this was fate.
FOUR
The unexpected opening of the door took Chris Larabee off guard and he involuntarily took an step backwards as the southerner appeared at the doorway.Ezra was more than surprised to see the team leader standing outside his apartment door, especially as he remembered how excited Mr. Tanner had been to show his lover what he had mastered. He didn't think he would see the two men for a couple of days at least. "Mr. Larabee, to say I am more than bewildered to find you at my door would be an understatement." His smile not hiding his curiosity.
The southerner's well-mannered smile, took on a new meaning to the seemingly betrayed lover and his waning anger resurfaced "We need to talk, Standish!" His voice strained as he pushed his way into the apartment.
Shocked at his team leader's bad manners, Ezra slightly bowed as made pretense of allowing the interloper in. "Please, feel free to enter and make yourself at home," he mocked as he closed the door. The southerner had no idea what had happened tonight, but he knew something had enraged the man that now paced the room before him. "Well, Mr. Larabee, did you come here just to wear out my, very expensive Persian rug, or is there another reason why you are in my apartment unannounced?"
He knew he was going to make things worse, but he couldn't help himself, and within a heartbeat, Chris had stalked across the floor.
Off all things Ezra had imagined that his team leader had wanted, his head on a platter wasn't one of them. Yet, without warning he found himself picked up by his exorbitantly priced shirt and bodily carried backward, until the door put a painful stop his momentum.
Chris' eyes narrowed with contempt as he effortlessly held the southerner pressed to the wall, "Why?" The one word tinged with menace.
Struggling to find comfortable breathing space, Ezra tried to squirm the enraged man's grasp, "Would--you care --to elaborate--Larabee?" The southerner refused to be well mannered when he was being manhandled, no matter who the aggressor was.
"Vin, Damn you!" Chris snarled as his rage maintained his grip. "Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about Standish."
"Mr. Tanner? I --do not--pretend as -- you put it, when it comes-- to my friends. I have so very few-- I can not afford to lose even one-- though at this moment-- I may make --an exception in your case, you are--swiftly losing--any rights to that title." Ezra responded breathlessly.
"I just want to know why, Standish?" Chris abruptly released the southerner as his voice dropped to a whisper. "Are you in love with him?" He asked, his voice full of pain.
"In love?" Ezra coughed as he straightened out his ruffled shirt and began to laugh. "In love with Mr. Tanner? Me? As good looking as that young man is..."
"You better be. I won't let you use him," Chris sighed as he ran his hand through his hair and wearily sat down on a near by chair. "He's been hurt enough."
"As I was saying," Ezra continued as he grabbed a chair and sat down in front of Chris, "As good looking as Mr.Tanner is, it is a bit hard to sleep with someone that does not want to sleep with you. The man is desperately in love with you. Why do you think he embarrassed himself and asked me to help him work on his dexterity."
"Dexterity?" Chris frowned unsure what the southerner was suggesting.
Ezra shrugged, "Vin was self-conscious. He thought that his inept fumbling was making him appear a naive country yokel. He wanted to surprise you. He requested some help and though I was surprised, I did not see the harm. He has been practicing with my shirts, very much like the one you tried to obliterate tonight. I would bring an assortment of my most finest attire which he would then attempt to remove in a fluid motion. Do you understand Mr. Larabee how uncomfortable that made this very shy man? With everything he has been through, he put aside his embarrassment so he could make it better for you. He so wanted to please you."
Chris' face paled as the full implication of what Ezra was telling him sunk in, "Oh God, what have I done?"
Ezra scowled as he searched Chris' face, "Good question, Mr. Larabee, just what the hell have you done?"
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Vin didn't know whether it was the cold asphalt that was turning his bones to ice, or the pain of lying in the street alone with the belief that the man he loved, no longer loved him. It would be easy to stay there, let the pain win, but he couldn't, it was against everything his mother had taught him.
"Yer --a--Tanner--up," he weakly demanded of his injured body. Ignoring the pain as his body ordered for him to stay still, Vin rolled over, and crawled tortuously slow to his knees. The world swayed and for a brief moment the wounded sharpshooter thought he would be able to make it to his feet. But as the bile rose in his throat and his eyes rolled back into his head, he lost all thought as he fell to the ground in darkness.
FIVE
"Tommy," the gray-haired man called back through the club doorway, "I know you are new and all, but I don't know how many times have I told you already, to stack the empties around the back. I don't need for the first thing my patrons to see, is our liquor garbage." Listening with an exasperated ear, to his employee's excuse, Sam shook his head, "Forget it, I'm out here now, I'll do it, but if I have to warn you again, I'll be looking for a new hand tomorrow."Picking up the crates, he couldn't help mumbling under his breath as his sixty five year old back twinged at the effort, "Damn kids, what do they think they get paid for these days."
About to go back for his second load, Sam caught a glimpse of an early casualty to the nights drinking. "Gotta be their damn parents as well," he sighed as he walked over to wake the fallen man. As his steps brought him closer, he couldn't help but be pleased to smell, that unlike other drunks this young man had not lost his lunch with his spent money. He was also more than surprised to see the man's bike still standing there, with the man in no condition to protect it.
"Hey Mister, you're not only going to get mighty cold down there, but leaving the keys in your bike is not exactly the smartest thing you have done I'll bet?" When Sam saw no movement from the man on the ground, he became a little tired of the game and stooped down to nudge him. "I haven't got all night for this son," he said a little bit more irritated.
His hand nudged at the still young man and for the first time Sam, noted the pale features, again it pointing to someone unable to hold his drink. "I am not your father kid," the bar-keeper said, wincing as he straightened himself, "If I was, I would--," he suddenly stopped his eyes caught sight of the stain that now covered his hand.
There was too much blood for it to have come from his own labor. Dropping to his knees, Sam inspected the young man a little more closely. Pushing the blood stained jacket out of the way, he was shocked to see the shirt underneath soaked with blood. "Holy Sh--, I'm sorry kid, I didn't realize."
Pulling off his sweater, Sam pressed the piece of clothing to the wound, eliciting a small moan from the injured man. "You hang on you hear me?" He ordered. "I haven't had anyone die on my premises yet and I don't intend to start now." Defying his age Sam leapt to his feet and ran back toward the bar for help.
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Ezra's mouth was pinched tight, his hands tight fists as he sat rigid in the chair. It was taking all his control not to grab Chris Larabee and slam him against the wall as the leader had done to him earlier. "I cannot believe what I am hearing. That you would be so cruel to Mr. Tanner, who has done nothing more than attempt to be the best he could be for the man he loved. My respect for you, Mr. Larabee, now seems totally unwarranted. How could you could even believe that he would do such a disloyal act is beyond my thinking."
"Don't you think I know that, Ezra?" Chris scowled as he leapt up from the chair knocking it backwards with his force. "Don't you think I know what I have done?" He cried, his face a mask of desolation as he glared at the southerner. "I have loved only two people in my life, two! One, was taken from me and the other--I just gave away."
Unable to feel any pity for the man pacing in front of him, Ezra stood up, straightening the upended chair. "And what? I am supposed to feel sympathetic to your pain? I think not, Mr. Larabee. That boy has been to Hell and back, and through your love he was returned to us. I don't care what you have to do to get him back again, but do it!"
Running his hand through his hair, Chris sighed, "I don't know Ez. I don't know if anything I do can fix it," he answered sadly.
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