Category: New AU/ National Crime Organization
Rating: NC-17 for explicit m/m sex.
Disclaimer: The characters from Mag7 belong to MGM, Mirisch, and Trilogy, which is a damn shame. If they were mine, we'd be having more episodes. No copyright infringement intended, this story is strictly for fun, not profit.
Author's notes: My first M7 story. Thanks to DarkCherry and Kris for beta'ing this baby and to Greenwoman and Judy for their help.
Summary: Two strangers meet in a bar.
Four Corners, present time
Vin Tanner let his blue eyes roam over the bar as he took another sip from his beer.
The place was packed, the dance floor filled with masculine bodies glistening with sweat,
hips bumping and gyrating to the deafening music surrounding them. He watched the crowd,
enjoying the view of pants stretched tight across firm buttocks and groins, muscled bare
chests or hairy torsos displayed in open shirts or tight t-shirts.
He knew he shouldn't have come to that gay bar, there was always a chance someone from
his line of work might recognize him and try to blackmail him. Not that many governmental
or law enforcement organizations were liberal regarding bisexuality and he wasn't about to
chance it. But he was new in town, and about to start a new job, so he might as well make
use of his temporary anonymity.
His attention settled on a new arrival. His gaze lingered over the graceful body,
enjoying the way the tight black pants hugged slim, but powerful hips and thighs. An
emerald-green silk shirt flowed easily around a firm torso as the stranger moved through
the throng of grinding bodies. Chestnut brown hair framed a handsome face, amused pale
green eyes gazed back at him. Questioning.
Vin smiled, seeing the answering grin in the man's face as he sauntered through the sea
of people, coming closer until they were chest to chest.
"Dance?" Vin asked softly, into the other man's ear.
The green-eyed man nodded, resting his hands on Vin's hips and beginning to sway to the
hypnotic beat provided by the DJ. Vin followed his lead, wrapping his arms around the
other man's smaller frame, moving his body to the rhythm of the music, brushing against
the other man slowly, sensually. Their eyes remained locked, arousal building with each
Vin felt his body respond to the other's proximity and musky scent. His cock was
beginning to ache, constricting his pants and hindering his movements. He knew then that
he wanted to bed the man in his arms. He looked into the unusual eyes and smiled.
"I'm Vin Ta..." he started, but the other man put a fingertip over his mouth
silencing the words.
"Please..." the green-eyed man pleaded softly, a southern accent clear
in his tone. "No last names. I'm Ezra."
Vin's arms tightened around Ezra's waist in compliance as his hands slid over the lithe
body. He cupped the handsome face between his hands and lowered his mouth to taste the
alluring lips. The green-eyed man moaned and surrended to Vin's kiss, opening up and
allowing the questioning tongue inside to plunder and mate with his.
They clutched at each other in sudden desperation, arms tightening possessively, hands
roaming everywhere, frantic with need. Vin was groaning through the incredible kiss, lost
in the pleasure, oblivious to their surroundings. Eventually, Ezra pulled away, panting
Vin felt unable to look away from the green eyes staring back at him with a mix of lust
and longing. He felt warm hands sliding up the sides of his neck and around the back of
his head until they locked on his hair, caressing his scalp.
"Let's go," Vin said abruptly.
"Go?" the other man repeated, but the amusement was back in his eyes.
"Go," Vin nodded. "My place is near here."
Ezra smiled slightly. "Very well. Shall we?" he gestured towards the
"My car is right outside, we'll be there in five minutes," Vin stated,
snaking an arm around the man's waist as they swam against the current of people
moving towards them.
Ezra chuckled softly at his eagerness, but otherwise remained silent as they
headed out of the bar. The cold night air was a shock after the steamy bar, and Vin felt
his companion shudder at the temperature drop. He steered Ezra to his car and soon they
were on their way to his house.
As Vin promised, the ride didn't take more than five minutes, then they were walking
into his apartment building, climbing up to the second floor.
"Come in. Don't pay any attention to the mess, I just moved in today," Vin
told the other man, and watched him nod as he took in his surroundings. "You want
anythin' to drink?"
"A libation?" the green-eyed man grinned. "Certainly. Whiskey?"
Vin nodded, smiling back. "Whiskey it is," he returned to the living room
with two glasses, handing one to the Southerner.
They sat in silence for a moment, enjoying their drinks. Allowing the awareness of what
was to come to rise before either of them acknowledged it. Vin placed his glass on the
table and turned to Ezra, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face into the
arched neck, before capturing the soft mouth under his. They kissed and nibbled at each
other, taking their time, enjoying the slow building fire of their passion.
Without a word, they moved hand-in-hand into the bedroom. They stood face-to-face,
gazing into each other's eyes, until Ezra finally took the lead by slowly taking
his clothes off, then laying naked on the covers with a wanton grin.
Vin allowed himself a moment to run his hungry gaze over the beautiful body displayed
so sensually for his pleasure. Then he took his own clothes off, sensing Ezra's
lust-filled eyes on him. He joined the other man on the bed, blanketing him with his
longer frame. They kissed again, hands touching each other without reservations, learning
each other's secrets, giving each other pleasure.
Vin started to rain kisses from Ezra's lips to his neck, nibbling on the soft
skin until it bruised. He nipped one earlobe on the way down, licking and nibbling every
bit of skin he could reach, unleashing his passion on the willing body trembling beneath
him. Traveling south, he found a nipple and caught it lightly between his teeth, biting
gently until it was hard, then used his tongue to soften the bite. Once Ezra was writhing
under him, he moved to the other nipple, and gave it the same tender treatment, enjoying
his victim's increasing groans and whimpers.
Proceeding with his journey, Vin nipped the ribcage on the way to the navel, paying
homage to the delicate button by plunging his tongue inside; rimming it, then nibbling the
edge until the other man was gripping the bed covers with white-knuckled hands.
Taking pity on his lover, Vin finally turned his gaze to Ezra's hard, throbbing
cock. He licked it once, before taking the head into his mouth and sucking, causing a cry
and a thrust of hips from the green-eyed man. Grabbing the pumping hips in his hands, he
let the cock slide down his throat, licking and nipping lightly. He kept a steady rhythm
and it didn't take long before Ezra came in his mouth with a wordless shout. Vin swallowed
every drop of his seed, before crawling up to kiss the other man, allowing him to taste
himself on his lips.
"Good Lord!" Ezra whispered brokenly.
Vin chuckled slightly, his hands moving to the other man's ass, caressing and squeezing
the firm mounds. "We ain't done yet," he stated, before going down on the
sensual body again and nibbling the green-eyed man's inner thighs. He spread Ezra's legs
further apart and stroked over his balls with his tongue, teasing the sensitive skin with
long, soft licks.
He snatched a small tube from under a pillow and coated his fingers with the lube.
Using one of his fingers, he probed gently between Ezra's cheeks, moving back and forth,
circling the tight channel again and again, as his lover pressed against the digit.
He slid his finger into the puckered opening, smoothing the gel inside as Ezra moved
against his digit moaning softly.
Vin added another finger, scissoring them, stretching and preparing Ezra for his
already weeping shaft. A third digit joined the first two, twisting and turning until he
was sure the other man was ready for him.
"Here we go," he whispered softly.
"Yes..." Ezra whispered back, his green eyes locking with Vin's blue ones.
Vin slipped his fingers free, coating his rock hard erection while closing his eyes to
keep control of his wayward body. Taking a deep breath, he lifted Ezra's legs over his
shoulders, setting himself at the entrance of the tight ring of muscle. He pushed forward
gently, Ezra thrusting back against him until he was fully inside.
Capturing the delicious mouth anew, Vin kissed Ezra hungrily, thrusting into the pliant
body beneath him. Deep, long thrusts, that had Ezra moaning with every stroke. He felt his
balls tightening up against his body as he moved closer to the edge, and began thrusting
harder and faster, feeling Ezra match him stroke for stroke.
Suddenly Ezra cried out his name, coming for the second time, spilling his seed over
both of their bodies. His tight channel spasmed, gripping and releasing Vin as Ezra's
orgasm consumed him. He was helpless to stop his own release, thrusting one last time into
Ezra, before coming deeply inside his body.
Vin collapsed heavily against Ezra, almost comatose from his climax. Eventually, his
cock slipped out of his lover's body, and Vin moved to lay on his back. He gathered
the smaller man onto him, and they stayed silent in each other's arms, enjoying the
"Stay the night?" Vin asked, suddenly unwillingly to let the amazing man in
his arms slip away so soon after their shared pleasure.
"Wouldn't dream of leaving," was the sighed reply, as they snuggled together and fell asleep wrapped in a gentle embrace.
When Vin woke up the next morning, he was alone. A red rose adorned the pillow next to
him, a small note beside it.
"To my beautiful stranger," Vin read aloud. "Thank you for a most
exquisite night. Perhaps we will meet again some day. Ezra."
He laid back down on the bed, remembering the amazing night of passion he and Ezra had
shared. "Yeah..." he whispered with a smile. "Maybe we'll meet again."
Judge Orrin Travis stared out of his office window, feeling a mix of antecipation and
dread. His baby project, his long time dream, was about to come true. The N. C. O.,
National Crime Organization, was finally taking flight and becoming a reality. A task
force assembled to fight crime, operating from Four Corners, but able to perform anywhere
in the country. Answering only to one man, the brains behind the idea, Travis himself.
At the moment only one team had been brought together, a seven man army with different
backgrounds, but with the skills that would allow them to succeed in the arduous task
ahead of them. He had chosen the team leader himself, Chris Larabee. Ex-Covert Ops, Larabee
was a strong-willed man, possessing a glare capable of bringing the toughest of criminals
to his knees. He was also fair and fiercely protective of the men he worked with. Just the
kind of man the team would need to keep them working as a tight unit and running smoothly.
Travis glanced at the files resting on his table. He had allowed Larabee to pick the
other men in the team. After all, Larabee would be the one responsible for the team's
performance and he would need men he could trust under his command.
Sitting behind the desk he opened the first one and began to read. Vin Tanner, the
first man recruited by Larabee and his second in command. Ex-Texas Ranger, ex-Army sniper,
ex-bounty hunter, Tanner had been orphaned at an early age, living in an Indian reservation for a few years. Known to be a man of few words, intelligent and resourceful, his
expertice would be of the utmost importance to the team.
The second file belonged to Buck Wilmington, ex-Covert Ops and ex-cop. Long time friend
to Larabee, Wilmington had been working as a private detective when asked to join the
team. His file reported numerous reprimands due to his skirt chasing, but he was
considered trustworthy and extremely good at what he did by those who worked with him.
Third file came with the name Nathan Jackson. Jackson was on his way to becoming a
doctor when it all fell apart. Caught in the middle of a street gang shootout, he was
unable to save a friend's life after he got shot. Disillusioned, he gave up medicine and
became a cop instead. Expert knife thrower, Jackson was working with the Major Crime
division in Charleston, South Carolina, when he was summoned.
The next file was from Josiah Sanchez. A missionary's son, Sanchez was studying to be a
preacher, but between his father's death and the ugliness of the world, lost his faith.
Nathan's long time friend, he was with the Army Rangers when asked to join the team.
Travis opened another file. JD Dunne. The youngest of the team, recruited right out of
Quantico. A computer and surveillance wizard. His classmates described him as impulsive,
hyperactive and intelligent.
The last file belonged to the only man Larabee hadn't picked for his team. Ezra
Standish had been arrested by Nathan Jackson during a bank robbery driving the getaway car.
Having heard about it and thinking his underground connections might come in handy, Travis had offered him the chance to join the team instead of going to jail. Known conman and gambler, Ezra Standish was the son of Richard and Maude Standish, who run a very proficient crime empire
spreading throughout several states. His father was currently doing time, leaving Maude to
run the operation.
Standish was Travis' only concern regarding the team members. He was the bad element,
the black sheep among them. It was a gamble Travis himself was taking as he recruited the
man; he only hoped the whole thing didn't blow up in his face.
It was too late to back down either way. The seven men had begun to arrive in Four
Corners the day before, settling in their new apartments and preparing for the new
assignment. That afternoon would be their first meeting. His team was gathered and ready
to begin the battle against crime. Seven men. One destiny.