This was written right after Magnificent 7 first came out. Fell in love right away and had to write about these two beautiful men. Some of the things you’ll read, you might say, hey that’s not true. This was written before more of the series was aired, and though flawed in some aspects. I think it still works as a ‘first time’ piece.

Not a history buff, but tried to maintain what I thought the ‘talk’ might be like about a situation like this. If I’m dreadfully off, please don’t flame, it’s just fiction. And I’m not seeking money.

Disclaimer: Okay, so I’ve forgotten who these guys belong to, but they don’t belong to me. No infringement is intended against their copyright. I do thank TPTB, I hear that we will get 13 more eps, yee haaaa.

This story contains m/m sex with a NC-17 warning. 

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Two of Seven: Surviving the Ghosts By Reets

Chris Larabee, disgusted at the way the kid had rebuffed his try at making him slow down his drinking, grabbed a bottle of his own and headed up to the ridge. Vin was sitting on a rock, watching with his periscope for any signs of the Colonel's return.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Couldn't stand the crowd anymore." Vin gave a gentle nod and a knowing smile. He and Larabee had talked a little about their pasts, but Larabee was a hard man to get to know. That had been okay, from the beginning. Each shared what was necessary and it was enough. "Want some?" Vin wrinkled his nose at the offer. It was doubtful that the Colonel would return this soon, but if he did they needed their lookout sober.

"Maybe just a taste." Larabee poured a little in a cup and handed it to the other man. He wasn't quite sure what Vin was up to when Vin pushed the cup toward his own lips. Their eyes met and the meaning became clear. Larabee sipped the liquid, holding the contents in his mouth and leaned toward Vin. The strong liquor dribbled into Vin's mouth as their tongues met and danced. Larabee couldn't help but moan as Vin pulled him closer, locking their mouths together. The roughness of the unshaven chin and upper lip tickled and excited his mouth and face. So different from the softness of a woman, but not so unpleasant. He had spent much of his time alone since the death of his wife and son. Now in a gesture he didn't quite understand, his mouth was locked to another man's.

Vin was pleasing to look at, most would have called him a pretty boy. Soft, gentle crystal blue eyes, perfect smile, curls that hung down his back. His build was a little different from Larabee. He was taller by an inch or so, leaner, his muscles drawn taunt over his bones. Yes, Larabee had allowed himself to notice when Vin bathed. But this was much more than attraction. They were linked somehow. Something in a past life maybe, but definitely linked. A look and Vin would know what Chris was thinking, making the other man almost dependent on Vin to complete his thoughts. It worked beautifully. Their team was strong. Their leaders worked as one.

Vin held tight to the back of Larabee's head, not allowing him to break and run. He was taking an awful chance, playing this game with such a dangerous man, but he didn't care. It had been there, the attraction, hiding in the back of their minds since the first day their laid eyes on each other. Larabee finally pulled back, taking Vin's hand in his own and kissed him gently once more. "Enough?" It wasn't a statement of the action, but a question. Vin just shook his head and smiled.

"No, but it'll have to do for now. Thanks."

"No problem." Larabee took a long drink and watched as Vin scouted the horizon for anything moving.

It was two hours before Buck decided to relieve Vin from his watch. An hour since Larabee had decided to turn in for the night.

************************************************** Larabee chose to sleep in the house nearest the ridge. It was high enough that he could keep watch on everything and still maybe get a few hours sleep. He spread out his pack and laid down, tucking his gun under his pillow as he did. The stars twinkled above him since the roof had been blown off by the canon and he stared for awhile, wondering what life would be like in a perfect world. In a perfect world, his wife would be at his side in a large, comfortable bed.

Elizabeth danced in front of him, her hair glimmering in the candlelight. She knelt down and caressed his thighs, working her hands upward to cup his penis in her delicate hands. He felt the rush of cool air against his genitals, then the warm hand encased his harness and fondled his balls. He trembled as the warm, moistness attempted to consume his sex. Over and over again, he brushed the soft palate. His hands pulled the warmth closer, forcing himself deeper until...

He sat up quickly and pushed Vin back. Covering his nakedness. "What the hell are you doing?"

Vin had landed with a 'thud' against the wall and rubbed his head. He wiping his mouth. "Thought you might like it." Larabee turned away, smelling the liquor on Vin's breath and buttoned his pants.

"Damn, it Tanner." He gathered himself and stood up, pulling Vin up with him.

"What? You enjoyed it, right?"

"That's not the point, I was dreaming. I didn't know it was you."

"Like that would matter." Larabee's mouth hung open for a minute. Was Vin right? Would he have allowed it to happen had he been awake? He wasn't sure and just pushed it away.

"It would have mattered." He hoped his lie would keep Vin at bay, for now. They had to survive this fight before they could start anything.

"The Colonel could come back." Vin said plainly. Larabee stared at his friend for a long minute. *Damn it, he hated it when Vin read his mind*

"All the more reason, not to do this."

The fight went out of Vin's voice and he sunk to the ground. Larabee had already placed his pack along side his own. Knowing the other man always slept close by. "Fine, I'm tired."

Larabee waited until Vin's soft snore could be heard, before approaching his pack. He knelt down and retrieved a rag, wiping the evidence of their brief encounter from his body. His body was still aching as he did and it bucked and made him shiver. Damn him, but it had felt good.

He settled down and turned on his side, watching Vin sleep. He was obviously intoxicated, that's why he would allow himself to taste another man. No one had touched him so intimately since Beth. He slowly reached out a hand and touched Vin's back. The other man shifted, bringing his body closer against Larabee's. His swore softly as a socked foot rubbed his own. Larabee took note that in the moonlight, Vin was even better looking that he had previously thought. The soft curls of Vin's hair lay against his cheek and Chris pushed them away. The other man had taken off most of his clothes and was beginning to shiver. Larabee retrieved a blanket and covered his body, sneaking his body close.

It had been a long time since he had sought release. Whores were not his taste, although on occasion he had used them. He never let himself get involved with anyone for a very long period of time. Now the man beside him called him friend and was offering more of himself than Larabee was willing to take. Or at least that's what he kept telling himself. His body had it's own plan and his erection grew painful in the confides of his pants. His fingers pull back the buttons and releases it.

Slowly he reached out and ran a hand down Vin's side. The other man grunted a little, but didn't wake. He cupped one ass cheek and squeezed. He had heard what men did together on the trails. And what men in prison did, without permission.

It had never entered his mind to do either. But now, the body before him moved back against him. Pushing into his caress. Quick fingers undo the back of the long johns, exposing Vin's backside. He leans close now and snakes his hand to the front, finding Vin's sex, hard and willing. A few strokes and Vin is moaning, pressing his hardness into Larabee's fist. While his body pushes backward, brushing his ass against Larabee's cock.

Larabee lets his cock slid between the firm cheeks and his need to be buried inside another body mounted. He pushes his arm beneath Vin's neck, entwining their fingers and cradling Vin's head as their bodies danced. "What do I do?" He whispered into Vin's ear.

Vin's gasps for breath quicken as Larabee's strokes on his cock quicken. "Wait...until I come, then use it to, oh god, use it on yourself. You have to...ahhhh." Larabee cupped the end of Vin’s cock as it erupted, sending it's milky liquid into his hand. "Fingers...use your fingers." Vin shifted and moaned as a slippery fingers found it's mark. "More, you've got to stretch it."

Larabee slips another finger inside Vin’s tight opening, feeling the heat from the other man's body. "Good, that's good, come on." He pulls back and coats his cock with the remaining moisture. His angle was a little off and with his arm trapped beneath Vin’s head, there was little he could do about it. He pokes with his harness until it finds the slightly lose opening. He presses inside and lets out a loud moan as the hot flesh encases him. Vin has gone completely stiff and squeezes Larabee's hand.

"Are you okay?" Vin’s whimpers loudly and he slows his entrance. "Vin, am I doing this right?" Vin nods and takes a few shallow breaths.

"Just give me a second okay, it really hurts right now."

"Then I'll stop."

"NO! It's okay, it's suppose to hurt." Larabee shakes his head and starts to pull out. "No, don't, it's better. I just needed time to adjust." With that Vinpushes himself further onto Larabee's cock. A shudder runs through him as the invader touches a special spot deep inside his body. "Oh God, you feel good."

Larabee is confused as how pain could feel good. But admits to himself that, being buried inside his friend's body was quite satisfying. As he began to withdraw, he feels Vin’s body relax and accept him. His keeps his thrusts slow and deliberate, making sure Vin gasps each time he sinks deep into him. It goes on for a long time. Quiet, slow lovemaking, neither man wanting it to end too quickly. Vin has grown hard again and begins stroking himself in time to Larabee's thrusts.

"Faster Chris, I'm so close." Chris speeds up, rocking his body against his friends. He swallows hard as Vin’s ass begins squeezing his aching cock. He buries himself deep and holds on as Vin’s release takes over. He is amazed that Vin can be so quiet at a time like this, but his body makes up for the silence. It shudders and trembles, clenching over and over again. Chris holds on and thrusts again several times, releasing his own need deep inside his lover's body. His screams die slowly, muffled by the sweat-drenched neck of his friend, as he bites hard on the flesh. Vin let's a whimper escape and Chris backs off, kissing the offended flesh.

"Sorry."

"It's okay." They relax into a sated embrace. Their bodies cool from their passion and Chris’ mind screams. The realization of the encounter taking a hold.

"How many men, Vin?"

"What?"

"How many men have had you, like this?"

"Just you."

"What?!" Larabee's voice is a little loud for Vin’s likening.

"Shhh, it's okay."

"What are you telling me?"

Vin pulls away, letting Larabee's soft cock, slip from his body. He turns over and looks up at Chris's face. "I've done some things, but never that, it always hurt too much."

"Why did you let me?"

"Because you needed me and I needed you." Larabee collapses on his back, taking a deep breath. "Chris if I had told you, you wouldn't have done it," Blue eyes meet his after a long silnece. "Well, would you?"

"No, probably not, I'm still having trouble believing I did it this time."

"Aren't you a little more relaxed now?" Larabee sits up, staring at the foolish grin on Vin’s face.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"We both needed it," He reaches up and touches Chris's face. "Wanted it." Larabee leans down and their lips touch briefly. "Now that tension has an outlet."

"You mean, you'd let me do it again?" Vin grins and shrugs his shoulders.

"I enjoyed it."

"You said it hurt."

"It did, but then it got better and I enjoyed it."

"We can't do this."

"We already have."

"I mean, again. We can't do this again." Vin frowns and nods.

"You're right, feeling good is a bad thing." With that he fixes his clothes and gathers his pack and blanket.

"Where are you going?" Vin shrugs and walks off. "Tanner, stop." Vin stops and waits as Chris pulls himself up. "I'm sorry."

"Not a problem." He walks out of the rubble and down the hill. A thousand things run through Chris's mind to say, but none leave his lips.

The next morning, Vin is at the stream shaving as Chris approaches. "Can we talk?"

Vin glances up from the mirror. "I'm a little busy."

"Come on Tanner, this isn't fair you know." Vin wipes the rest of the shaving cream from his neck and ears. "About last night, what happened, we need to..."

"Nothing happened Chris, it was your imagination."

"Bullshit Vin, stop this." Vin gathers all his stuff and starts to walk off. Chris stops him.

"Listen, I feel badly enough about last night. Let's not beat a dead horse okay."

"Tanner, I handled it badly, I'm sorry."

"NO. I'm sorry, I was fool to believe I could confide in you. After what I let you do, I don't know, I guess I'd shove me away too."

"I do care about you, don't get me wrong. I just don't think this is a good idea."

"And you're right, it's not. Once all this is over, we're gone. We'll never see each other again. Who needs a little comfort, once in a while?"

"Is that what you think? We'll all just split up?"

"I don't know and right now, I don't care."

Larabee let him escape this time. If they survived the massacre, would their little band of do gooders stay together? Only time would tell.

~~the end~~