NC-17 for explicit m/m sex.
characters from Mag7 belong to MGM, Mirisch, and
Author's notes: This story is just a sorry
excuse for sex. <g> I just think Buck doesn't get enough. I mean,
Ezra gets to make out with six other guys, it's not fair. Lol. A huge
thank you to Sherri who made the ultimate sacrifice and beta'ed this for
me. Dedicated to Lumina for her incredible patience. <wg>
Feedback: Crave it. :-)
Buck gets invited to a mysterious New Year's Eve party.
Definition of Fantasia (Noun from the Latin Phantasia) - 1. The
creative imagination; unrestrained fancy. 2. Something, such as an
invention, that is a creation of the fancy. 3. A capricious or fantastic
idea; a conceit. 4. Fiction characterized by highly fanciful or
supernatural elements. 5. An imagined event or sequence of mental images,
such as a daydream, usually fulfilling a wish or psychological need. 6. An
unrealistic or improbable supposition.
You are cordially invited to attend a
private party at The Fantasia Club, Monday, December 31, 2001 at 10:00
p.m. Formal wear is required. Once inside, the mask is not to be removed.
Please show this invitation at the door to be allowed
Buck stared ruefully at his reflection in the
mirror, wondering if he wasn't finally going out of his mind. It was a
little past 9:00 p.m. and he was ready to leave for the party. He had
donned his classic tuxedo, with his favorite gold cufflinks, dark blue
studs on his white wing collar shirt to match his silk vest. Black,
shining shoes were the finishing touch to the attire.
first time in years he was without a date for the New Year's celebrations
and the other men all had something planned for the night. Vin and JD were
staying at Nettie's, Nathan had gone to see Rain, Josiah tagging along to
visit some old friends living in the same area, Chris was going to spent
the evening with his new girlfriend, and Ezra was in New Orleans wrapping
up a case with the local ATF and would only return in two days time.
Buck had received a mysterious package containing the invitation
and an exotic looking mask three days earlier and had been unable to
resist the obvious challenge behind it.
The Fantasia Club was the
hottest thing in Denver at the moment, having been in business for less
than three months. A lot of wild rumors had been circulating around it,
but what was fantasy and what was reality no one could tell. All that Buck
knew for certain was that it was a very expensive club, with very strict
rules regarding its clientele. It made his ex-cop senses go all tingly in
He looked at the mask lying on his bed; it represented a
jester. It measured about 10'' high and 15'' wide and was made from green
and blue glitter, shimmering gold trim, yellow and red petals, and was
backed with emerald green velvet. Beautiful artwork and
Knowing there was no real reason to postpone, he
donned his winter coat, grabbed his truck keys and walked out the
It was a little past the appointed hour when he arrived at the
club. He allowed a valet to drive his truck to the parking and strolled
briskly over to the heavy wooden door, stopping only when he reached the
"Good evening, sir," the man greeted him with a slight
bow. "Your invitation, please?" After checking the invitation, the doorman
nodded. "I hope you enjoy the evening, Mr. Wilmington."
nodded his thanks and walked inside, finding himself in a hall, a large
counter to his left. The man there smiled as he saw him.
evening, sir. Your invitation?" Refraining from muttering 'deja vu', Buck
handed it to him. "Ah, yes! Mr. Wilmington. I'm afraid your room is not
quite ready yet, but if you would be kind enough to wait in the main
salon, I will fetch you as soon as possible."
"Room?" Buck echoed
with a frown, while shrugging out of his coat and handing it over to the
"Quite. As your invitation states you are to attend a private
party, taking place in one of our special rooms. Now, if you will follow
me, and please, the mask..." He gestured towards the jester mask Buck was
still holding in his hand.
Buck donned the mask and followed the
man down a corridor, hearing the sound of music and voices increase as
they approached the salon doors. His host opened the doors to what could
only be called a ballroom and Buck froze at the scene before
It was unlike any other club he had been in before. The large
room was full to capacity, lit by enormous crystal chandeliers, all the
men elegantly dressed in tuxedos of different styles, the women in
extravagant or provocative gowns. He noted no two masks were the same;
each seemed to have been designed for the person who wore it, all
depicting the most various subjects, all showing the same splendid artwork
of his own.
There was a live band playing and numerous couples were
dancing on the floor. Buck blinked as he realized that not only there were
heterosexual couples dancing, but also same gender ones, whether be it men
or women. Apparently 'The Fantasia' was a very liberal club.
walked slowly across the room, watching the happy crowd mulling around,
trying to guess what the night would bring forth. He knew one of the
rumors about the club was it fulfilled one's most secret fantasies. That
certainly would not be happening to him; his most secret fantasy was at
that moment in New Orleans, in the form of one green-eyed, brown-haired,
sarcastic, brilliant, aggravating southern pain in the ass. 'And you
wouldn't have him any other way,' his mind taunted him
"Mr. Wilmington?" A voice called from behind him and he
turned to face his host. "Your room is ready. Please, come with
Buck made sure he was alone before he investigated his new
surroundings. He had indeed been taken to a room -- a bedroom. The only
furniture in the sparsely lit quarters was a throne-type chair and a king
size four-poster bed, which looked to his untrained eye, like a genuine
antique. Soft music was floating from somewhere in the room, probably
hidden speakers, and there were scented candles burning in a circle around
Suddenly suspicious but also curious despite himself, Buck
sat on the throne chair and decided to wait for the mystery to
He didn't have long to wait. Not five minutes later, the
door swung open and a man entered, eyes cast downward. He closed the door
behind him and walked over to stand in front of the bed. He was shorter
than Buck, but well built, tight black pants hugging slim, but powerful
hips and thighs.
The man turned to him abruptly and Buck felt his
heart lurch painfully. An equally black silk shirt flowed easily around
the other man's torso, the top buttons open to reveal a smooth, strong
chest. A sleek, seductive, black cat mask covered the vision before him,
black iridescent coque feathers coated with champagne colored glitter
shining eerily in the candle light.
But it was the man's eyes that
made Buck's heart hammer in his chest. Because mask or no mask, there was
no way he wouldn't recognize the familiar green eyes looking up at him. He
would know those catlike eyes anywhere.
"Ez --" he began, but
trailed off as the other man touched a finger to his lips.
swallowed hard as he watched Ezra's body begin to sway to the intoxicating
beat of the music, dancing sensually as he backed away, his eyes never
Buck grabbed the arms of the chair in a tight grip
as he watched his seducer undulate his hips, writhing before him wantonly.
He whimpered as Ezra's hands moved to his shirt buttons, slowly undoing
each one, caressing his chest as more skin became visible. When the shirt
hung open, he turned his back to Buck, jerking the shirt down and off,
then made his way over to the bed, lifting one leg to place it on the edge
of the mattress. He slid his boot off and then repeated his actions with
his other leg.
Buck licked his lips, aroused beyond belief,
watching every deliberately provocative move, fighting against the urge to
reach out and touch the tight ass that moved so enticingly before him.
Before he could make good on that thought, Ezra turned back to face him,
hands dropping to the waistband of his pants, slowly undoing the button
and pulling the zipper down.
Enough was enough. Not caring if he
knocked down a candle or two on the way, Buck reached for Ezra and threw
him down on the bed, ignoring the muffled chuckle as he pounced on the
other man, making short work of both of their clothes.
Ezra's frame with his own, feasting on the now naked body beneath him. He
nibbled on Ezra's Adam's apple, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he worked
his way down to the soft skin of neck and shoulder. Ezra's breathless
moans of pleasure turned to needy groans as Buck reached a nipple, licking
at the little nub, and finally fastening his mouth on it. He alternated
between licking, nipping and suckling, until he had his lover bucking
wildly beneath him, trying to hump his arousal against Buck's stomach.
"Oh, no!" Buck chuckled wickedly. "You started this, but I'm goin'
to finish it."
He moved to the other nipple, tormenting the hard
pebble the same way as its twin before kissing his way down to Ezra's
navel, nipping at the hollow until the other man was sobbing Buck's name
Ignoring the hard shaft straining for his attention,
Buck spread Ezra's legs apart, moving to lie between them. He caressed the
strong thighs, tracing the muscles with feather light touches, then
allowed his fingers to stray to his lover's tight channel, growling as he
found the passage already slick and ready for him.
he panted harshly, his erection getting impossibly hard at the mental
picture of the other man stretching himself for their encounter. "I can't
"Then don't," Ezra moaned, speaking for the first time.
"I'm ready for you... Don't make me wait any further."
hold on against the fire burning inside for the other man, Buck positioned
his cock at Ezra's entrance, and in one slow, smooth gesture, he buried
himself to the hilt in the willing body. He leaned down to claim Ezra's
mouth, which opened up to him immediately, tongues dancing sensually
together as they kissed passionately.
Knowing he wasn't going to
last long, Buck released Ezra's lips, groping between them to find the
other man's neglected shaft and stroking it in time with his thrusts. Both
reached their climaxes quickly, Ezra's cry of Buck's name signaling his
climax. Feeling his lover's seed bathing their stomachs drove Buck over
the edge as well, pumping his completion deep inside Ezra's
Neither moved for long minutes, and Buck snuggled against the
other man, enjoying the reality of Ezra warm and sated in his arms.
Finally, he pulled back to look at his lover, who still lay beneath him,
"So, how long have you been planning this?" he
Ezra smiled, but didn't open his eyes. "For some time," he
confessed softly. "I wasn't expecting to be sent to New Orleans, so I had
to work around that. The club had orders to send the package with the
invitation and the mask on a set date, so I was forced to work around the
clock to be able to return to Denver today."
"How did you know..."
Buck trailed off, uncertain on how to voice his question.
would be receptive to my seduction?" Ezra asked, and this time he did look
at Buck, honesty shining from the green depths. "I wish I could say I
realized what you were feeling, but the truth is that JD told me you were
in love with me."
"JD?" Buck sat up on the bed.
grinned. "I believe his exact words were 'I'm sick of hearing him sighing
like a school girl every time you walk in the room'. Once I knew my own
feelings were returned, I decided to act on them, since it was obvious you
Buck smiled down at him. "So, you're sayin' you're in
love with me too?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Ezra replied,
"Good." Buck looked around absently. "Ezra, about
The other man chuckled. "Nothing to worry yourself
about, Mr. Wilmington," he quipped. "They fulfill certain sexual fantasies
within their power, for a price, of course. They screen their clientele
very carefully and do nothing outside of the law, I assure
Buck nodded, believing him. "So, are you a regular?" He tried
for nonchalance, but knew he had failed miserably when Ezra's hand
caressed his arm gently, soothingly.
"No," Ezra replied. "I know
"Yes. And so do you."
you?" Buck started.
Ezra chuckled, but shook his head. "No.
"Maude owns this place?" Buck whistled. "I'll
He moved back to lie on the bed, resting his head on Ezra's
shoulder. "Don't care who owns it or why. But it sure did make my fantasy
come true," he whispered contentedly.
He suddenly yelped as in a
swift move Ezra pushed him down and pinned him to the mattress. "Well, Mr.
Wilmington," he purred into Buck's ear before nipping at the lobe. "Now
let me show you one of *my* fantasies..."
And the clock struck
twelve. Happy New Year!