Shooters
WolfPyre

Title:  Shooters
By: Wolfie
Fandom: Magnificent Seven
Type: Discipline slash (that means there’s some spankin’ goin’ on!)
Rated: R for sex
Disclaimer: Not mine...though if they were I'd like to warm Vin's cute little behind...or at least watch Chris do it...
Warning: This is the slash fic I’ve written with actual (blushes) sex in it.
Note: This is part of the “Snowmobiles” Universe but can be read on it’s own.

Okay, I wrote this for Victory, Bonnie May, and Lyse due to a “coersion misfire”. And Derby…Well, I just wrote it so you’ll be able to pay attention at work!

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“Hey, guess what just opened?” Buck said excitedly as he entered the office.

“A new house of ill repute?” Ezra replied.

“Ezra.” A voice growled from the doorway of the break room.

Ezra turned to look at Chris. “What?” he asked innocently.

Chris gave him one last look. “So, what opened?”

“That new pool hall downtown...Shooters.”

Ezra perked up. “Pool hall?”

“Yep. And where there’s pool there’s usually beer and poker.”

“And where there’s beer and poker there’s usually gambling.” Vin piped up.

“How interesting.” Ezra commented. No one missed the gleam in his eye, especially Chris.

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Later on that evening:

Chris waited until after dinner before broaching the subject of the pool hall. “I don’t want either of you to step foot inside Shooters.” He noticed Ezra tensed.

Vin looked up from his video game. “Why?”

“I did some checking and found out the owner is Giovanni.”

Vin whistled. “Damn Cowboy…ain't he involved with the Mafia?”

“Rumor has it. Which is why neither of you will be going there.” Ezra had yet to say anything. “Do you hear me Ezra?”

“Perfectly.” He played with the rim of his wine glass. “However I must object. There is no substantial evidence that Giovanni is involved with the Mafia. We should not draw conclusions and lay down directives based on hearsay.”

“Look at me.” Chris commanded and waited until those beautiful green eyes met his. “I know you’re itching to take the money off the poor souls who would be stupid enough to play round of poker with you. But we can’t take a chance of someone recognizing you or hurting you because they think you’ve cheated. So, Shooters is off limits. Am I understood?”

Ezra considered arguing, but thought better of it. He didn’t want piss Chris off and get himself grounded. “Yes sir.”

“I mean it Ezra. You wont like the consequences if I find out you were there.”

“I understand Chris. Now…” He stood up, took Vin’s hand and headed up the stairs. “If you’re finished there’s much more enjoyable things we could be doing.” He said and pulled Vin to the bedroom.

Chris locked up and made his way to their room. The sight that greeted him took his breath away. There, laid out like delicate chocolates on a pillow in a fancy Hotel, were two of the most beautiful men he’d ever seen...and they were all his.

He stripped and crawled on the bed. “So, who’s the lucky one to go first?”

Vin licked his way up the sculpted chest until he reached Chris ear. “You cowboy.” The gravelly voice said causing his cock to jump. “Now, lay down an let us have some fun.”

Ezra started at Chris feet while Vin kept Chris’s upper body occupied. They nipped and sucked until their lips met just over Chris’s cock.  “Looks like someone wants attention.” Ezra said, allowing his breath to gently breeze over the hardened flesh.

Vin licked his lips and ‘accidentally’ licked the swollen head in the process. “Ya know, I think you’re right.” Chris bucked up when his shaft was suddenly engulfed in wet heat.

“Oh god…”

Ezra smiled. “I think he likes that.”

While Vin was busy with Chris, Ezra positioned himself behind Vin and began stroking Vin’s cock. “Hmmmm…” Vin moaned, the vibration driving Chris’s need for release up ten fold.

“Enough play.” He said huskily. “I’m in the mood for an Ezra sandwich. What about you Vin?”

“I could go for one…might just settle this cravin’ I’m havin’.”

Chris grabbed the lube and began to prepare Ezra, who had already started preparing Vin. Ezra slowly entered.  Once the ring was cleared, he pushed himself in up to the hilt. “Holy shit Vin.”

Chris, on the other hand, entered Ezra in one quick thrust, causing him to moan. They settled into a frenzied rhythm, thrusting and grunting until all three of them exploded in ecstasy. 

“That was incredible.” Ezra panted.

“Damn straight.” Vin and Chris replied simultaneously. They cleaned up then settled back into bed, Ezra spooning behind Chris while Vin draped himself across Chris’s chest.

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2 weeks later:

“It’s about damn time!” Buck yelled across the Saloon when he saw Chris enter. “I was just about ready to call out the search party!”

“Had to deal with the Mayor over our most recent incident of destruction to his city. ” He threw himself into a chair and took the beer Inez held out to him. “Thanks.”

“So what'd he say?” Nathan.

“Same thing as always…only this time we have AD Travis on our side.” Chris looked around the table. “Where’s Ezra?”

“He’s not with you?”

“No. Should he be?”

“He said he was waiting for you to come back from the meeting so you didn’t have to come here  alone.” JD answered.

Chris set his mug down and looked directly at Vin. “Do you know where he is?”

Vin dropped his eyes. “Maybe.”

Chris stood and took Vin’s arm. “We’ll be back in a minute.” Chris pulled him outside and over to his truck.

“Where is he?”

“N-now Chris…don’t go gettin’ all upset ‘fore you hear the whole story…Ow!”

Chris swatted Vin’s jean clad backside. “Where is he?”

Vin looked around to see if anyone saw them. Luckily, Chris parked in a darker area of the lot. “C’mon Chris, Ya already…OUCH!”

“Where. Is. He.”

Vin gulped. He knew when Chris’s voice when low and hard like that he was majorly pissed off. “He went ta Shooters.”

“That’ s what I thought. Just wanted to hear it from you.” He gave Vin a little shove in the direction of the Saloon. “Go on back inside.”

“Where you goin?”

“To find and kill Ezra.” Chris said as he got into his truck.

Vin grabbed his arm. “Don’t hit him while you’re angry. Please? It scares him.”

Chris took Vin’s chin in his hand and gently kissed him.  “I know. I promise I’ll wait until I’m calm.”

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Chris felt his blood pressure rise when he saw Ezra’s Jag in Shooters’ parking lot.

“Thank god he was smart enough to change the license plate.” He muttered and settled in to wait for Ezra to leave. Unfortunately, nothing goes smoothly when it comes to his two trouble magnets.

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“Gentlemen, gentlemen please. There’s no need for violence.  I can assure you I am not cheating. I merely play the game better that you.” Ezra said while backing towards the exit. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and slipped the little Derringer into his hand.  “I do not wish to hurt you. However if you do not let me leave I will be forced to.” His momentum was stopped when he backed into a lean wall of muscle.

“ Is there a problem?”

Ezra had to fight to keep his poker face when he heard that voice. “Not at all. I was just leaving.”

“He cheated us out of our money!” One of the idiots yelled.

“Is that right?” Chris gave the men a look that would have frozen ice water in hell. “Well, he’s mine. And no one lays a hand on my property and lives to tell about it.”

“He's been here every night stealing our money! All we want is him to give it back!”

“Boy! Give them what you took.”

“But…”

“NOW! Or well have to discuss things right here. I really don’t think you want that, do you?”

Ezra balked. He didn’t miss the insinuation and he knew Chris was angry enough to do it. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of cash and returned the money he’d won.

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They reached the ranch much too soon in Ezra’s opinion. He toyed with the idea of locking himself in his car, but was afraid Chris would bust out the window to get him…and windows for his Jag cost a fortune. He sighed and followed Chris into the house.

“Corner. Now.”

Ezra didn’t hesitate. He moved directly to ‘his’ corner in the den.

“So you can do as you’re told.”

“Chris I…”

“Don’t!” He paced the floor behind Ezra. “I promised Vin I wouldn’t punish you until I calmed down. So, I’m going to go check on the horses. If you’re smart you won’t move from this corner.”

“Yes sir.”

20 minutes later Chris returned and resumed pacing. “Why?”

“I wanted to see if there was anyone out there that would actually be a challenge for me. I thought Shooters would be the place.”

“You thought wrong. Do you realize those men were going to beat the fuck out of you? Possibly kill you? And what about work? What if we have to take Giovanni down and someone makes you? Then what?”

“They will not be able to ‘make’ me as you so eloquently put it.  I followed all the precautions I take when going under. I am not in any danger…at least from them.” He added under his breath.

Chris sighed and rubbed his temples. “Okay. I trust you and I know you would never do anything to jeopardize the team so we’ll just leave it. But you still disobeyed me…and not just once if those men were telling the truth. How many times did you go?”

Ezra gulped. Chris would not like his answer. “Eight.”

“EIGHT?!” Even Chris was surprised. “How many lies?”

“I lost count.”

“We’ve talked about you lying to me. We’ve talked about you disobeying me. We’ve talked about you *willfully* disobeying me.” Chris went to the desk and took the paddle from the lap drawer. “The time for talking is over. Now is the time for action. Come here.”

Ezra reluctantly left the corner and stood before Chris. “Drop your pants and boxers and bend over the desk.”

“Chris please…this is not necessary.”

“Oh it is most definitely necessary. Talking didn’t make much of an impression…let’s see if this does. Now, drop them and bend over.”

Ezra slowly unbuckled his belt, undid his button and fly and let his pants fall to the floor. The boxers followed. He shook as he leaned over.

CRACK! “What are you being punished for?” CRACK!

“OW! OUCH! For lying and disobeying you.”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Please Chris…OW! UGH! OUCH! OW!”

The paddling continued until Ezra’s backside was red from hip to thigh. When Chris was through, he dropped the paddle on the desk and held Ezra as he tried to gain control over himself.

“I’m sorry Chris.”

Chris kissed him gently. “I know. Just don’t do it again, okay?”

Ezra gave a slight smile. “I don’t plan on it. Besides it’s Vin’s turn next.”

 
 

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