Fic: Smooth, Mag7, Vin/JD, ATF
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temaris and I were talking (as we do) and for some reason (although I'm buggered if I can remember what it was) I said "I'll write you Vin/JD!"
"Yay!" says she.
'Bugger!' thinks me, as I've only ever seen one episode of the show, and I'm usually one of the first ones to roll my eyes whenever I see the I've never seen the show, but... disclaimer.
'Where my Vin/JD pr0n?' thinks Tem.
*thinks* thinks me.
'Evil backing-out-of-writing-pr0n wench,' thinks Tem.
'A-ha!' thinks me again. 'I can set it in the ATF-verse, because, that way, technically no one has actually seen the show!'
So I did *grin*
Title: Smooth
Author: Claire
Fandom: Magnificent Seven ATF
Pairing: Vin / JD
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Er, porn.
"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Vin yelled, slamming the door to the office behind him, ignoring the rattle that ran through the windows.
"My job!" JD replied, matching Vin for both volume and vehemence.
"Last time I looked your job description didn't include jumping in front of an armed madman!" Not when said armed madman was already on the edge. Not when said armed madman had already shot and killed one hostage. And certainly not when said armed madman was already in Vin's sights.
"You couldn't have taken the shot before he killed her."
"You don't know that! I--"
"Enough!"
Vin and JD both turned to look at Chris Larabee, standing in the doorway to his office and frowning.
"Chris--"
"I said enough, Vin," Chris cut him off before he even got started. "You want to continue this, then you do it outside of here. You got me?"
"Perfectly," Vin snapped.
"Fine." Larabee turned away from him, fixing his attention on Ezra. "Standish, where's the report on the Michaels case?"
"I'm just finishing it now," Ezra replied.
"I want it in ten minutes," Chris told him before turning away and closing himself back in his office.
Vin looked at JD, the dark eyes staring back at him glittering with anger.
"If anyone wants me I'll be on the range."
Vin watched as JD walked out, door banging shut behind him.
"You were a little harsh on him, don't you think?"
Vin looked over to where the voice had come from. "Don't start, Nathan." He didn't need anyone telling him he was over-reacting. He was the one who had had to watch as JD had stepped out in front of the gunman, taunting the insane man to take a shot at him instead of the young girl he was holding hostage.
"Nathan's right. The boy did good." Another voice joined the chorus of dissent against Vin.
"The boy almost got himself killed, Buck." If it hadn't been for the moment of hesitation on the gunman's behalf -- and Vin was still thanking every deity he could name for that one -- that allowed Vin to take the shot he'd needed, then they would have been sending an extra body bag away with the coroner's van.
"But he didn't," Buck replied. "And anyway, I don't think that's the issue you've got."
Vin met Buck's eyes. "I don't think you have a damn idea about the issues I've got."
Buck just smirked, his gaze flicking to Chris's office door. "You'd be surprised."
Not wanting to look at Buck's knowing smirk any longer, Vin turned and walked out, hearing the satisfying slam of the door closing behind him and knowing exactly where he was heading.
*
Vin opened the door to the range, watching as the lone figure there took aim and fired several times over, each shot hitting its intended target. Vin knew he was the best shot Team Seven had, but people tended to forget just how good a shot JD was, as well.
Using the full set of rounds, JD quickly ejected the empty clip and reached for the one next to him, stopping for a moment when he noticed Vin. Turning away, he slid the new clip into the gun and took aim.
Vin stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "JD--"
"If you've come to yell again, don't bother." JD shifted slightly and fired again, not bothering to turn to look at Vin.
"Jesus, JD, will you look at me."
"Why? So you can tell me how disappointed you are? How stupidly I acted?" JD pulled his headphones off and slammed them down.
"No!" Vin's hand reached out, grabbing JD's arm and spinning him around to face him. "So I can tell you that I've never been so scared as I was this afternoon!"
JD's retort stopped, replaced by a surprised look on his face.
Vin's fingers tightened, heat from JD's arm burning into him. "You have no idea how terrified I was watching that man aim his gun at you and not knowing if I could make the shot."
Vin's fingers flexed, the smell of cordite surrounding them. And he didn't know who moved first, but they were moving, quick and hard and fast as their lips clashed together. JD's lips opened under his, tongue snaking out to meet Vin's. Fingers pulled at Vin's jeans, buttons and fly giving way under the questing digits.
Vin broke the kiss and pulled back, hand grabbing JD's wrist just as the fingers were about to delve into Vin's jeans.
"Vin." JD tried to pull his hand away, but Vin tightened his grip, fingers digging slightly into the flesh.
Vin didn't speak as he took a step forward, and then another, forcing JD back until they hit the wall behind him. Vin pressed his thigh between JD's legs, forcing them apart. He could feel JD's hard cock pressing against him, against his own hardness, and he leaned closer, pinning JD to the wall.
JD tried again to pull his wrist out of Vin's grip, wincing slightly when Vin's hold clamped down further, bones pushing together slightly under his fingers.
Vin leaned forward, pressing his chest to JD's and feeling the vibrations of the other man's breathing run through him. "Tell me to stop," he said, voice low.
JD didn't reply.
"Tell me to stop," Vin said again, "or I'll bend you over and fuck you right here."
JD's breath hitched and his eyes widened slightly, defiance staring back at Vin as he stayed silent.
Vin just grinned and yanked JD away from the wall, twisting him and manoeuvring them over to the ledge at the front of the shooting booth. Bending JD over, Vin released his wrist and pressed a firm hand into the small of JD's back. His free hand moved to JD's jeans, opening them and pulling the down, exposing JD's ass to the cool air around them. Vin grinned. "Going commando?" Vin ran a hand over JD's bare ass, cupping a cheek. "I'm shocked. Pleased, but shocked." He leaned forward, covering JD's body with his as he nipped JD's ear. "I didn't think you were that kind of guy."
JD pushed back into Vin's hand. "You'd be surprised as to what kind of guy I am."
Apparently so.
Reaching out, Vin grabbed the bottle of mineral oil sitting next to JD's abandoned gun, pouring some over his fingers. He trusted his prized Glock to this stuff, so he was more than sure he'd trust his cock to it. He pressed slick fingers against JD's asshole. "Last chance to back out."
JD just pressed back, body shuddering as the Vin's fingertips slid inside him.
"I'll take that as a no then."
"Oh god." JD moaned as Vin's fingers sank fully inside him, the two digits moving into him without difficulty. "Damn it, Vin, come on." JD urged as he pushed back, trying to get more of Vin inside.
And that was something else Vin was surprised at - how easily JD had accepted the intrusion into his body, pressing back and moaning and begging for more. He'd had no illusions that JD was a blushing virgin, but somehow the thought of other men doing this, knowing JD in this way made Vin want to bite, brand, mark. Made him want to claim JD for his own in a way that couldn't be misinterpreted.
Vin twisted his fingers once more before he slid them out of JD, and replaced them with the hard cock sticking out of his open jeans He could feel JD's heat burn into him as he held himself still, cock barely touching JD.
Steadying his hands on JD's hips, Vin pressed forward, watching as his cock was swallowed and wondering how the hell he'd managed to deny himself this. But then he was inside and JD moved, litany of yes and more and now and Vin falling from JD's lips as he pushed back onto Vin. Fingers digging into JD's flesh Vin moved, pulling himself back until the searing want of his lover's heat drove him forward again. Alternately leaving JD and claiming him again, Vin moved a hand to curl around JD's cock, solid length filling his grip.
"Yes--" JD moved into the touch and Vin tightened his hold, stripping JD's cock in time with Vin's thrusts into his body.
And Vin wished it could have lasted longer, wished that JD hadn't been too hot, too tight, too there, as JD yelled, tumbling over the edge and pulling Vin along with him.
The harsh breathing coming from both of them was the only sound for long moments until Vin moved, tucking his soft cock back into his jeans and pulling his shirt off to clean them both up, thoroughly grateful that he was wearing a t-shirt underneath and wouldn't have to walk through the department half-naked in order to get back to the spare set of clothes in his locker.
"JD?"
JD waved a hand. "Dead," he said succinctly.
Vin grinned. "You don't sound dead."
"It's the well fucked kind of dead," JD expanded, slowly pushing himself up and pulling his jeans over his ass to fasten them, wincing slightly. "Ow," he murmured. "But good ow. Very good ow." He looked out, hand snapping out to slap Vin on the arm.
What the hell? Vin rubbed his arm, looking at JD in confusion.
"And if you ever pull that kind of shit about me not being able to do my job again, Vin Tanner, that's the only time you're ever getting into my ass." JD turned slightly and started clearing away the equipment in front of them. "Also," JD held up a finger to stop Vin from talking, "you're buying me dinner."
"Dinner?" Vin felt the grin creep back onto his face as he watched JD.
"Dinner," JD nodded. "An expensive one. After all, I'd hate for you to think I was a cheap date and an easy lay."
"JD, if there's anything you aren't, it's easy," Vin laughed as he stepped forward, pushing JD over with a nudge of his hip as he helped collect the cartridges still out. After all, the sooner they were cleared up then the sooner they got to dinner. And the sooner they got to dinner, the sooner they got back to Vin's, or JD's. Vin wasn't sure which one it was going to be, but he found that he didn't really mind either way.
End
temaris and I were talking (as we do) and for some reason (although I'm buggered if I can remember what it was) I said "I'll write you Vin/JD!""Yay!" says she.
'Bugger!' thinks me, as I've only ever seen one episode of the show, and I'm usually one of the first ones to roll my eyes whenever I see the I've never seen the show, but... disclaimer.
'Where my Vin/JD pr0n?' thinks Tem.
*thinks* thinks me.
'Evil backing-out-of-writing-pr0n wench,' thinks Tem.
'A-ha!' thinks me again. 'I can set it in the ATF-verse, because, that way, technically no one has actually seen the show!'
So I did *grin*
Title: Smooth
Author: Claire
Fandom: Magnificent Seven ATF
Pairing: Vin / JD
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Er, porn.
"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Vin yelled, slamming the door to the office behind him, ignoring the rattle that ran through the windows.
"My job!" JD replied, matching Vin for both volume and vehemence.
"Last time I looked your job description didn't include jumping in front of an armed madman!" Not when said armed madman was already on the edge. Not when said armed madman had already shot and killed one hostage. And certainly not when said armed madman was already in Vin's sights.
"You couldn't have taken the shot before he killed her."
"You don't know that! I--"
"Enough!"
Vin and JD both turned to look at Chris Larabee, standing in the doorway to his office and frowning.
"Chris--"
"I said enough, Vin," Chris cut him off before he even got started. "You want to continue this, then you do it outside of here. You got me?"
"Perfectly," Vin snapped.
"Fine." Larabee turned away from him, fixing his attention on Ezra. "Standish, where's the report on the Michaels case?"
"I'm just finishing it now," Ezra replied.
"I want it in ten minutes," Chris told him before turning away and closing himself back in his office.
Vin looked at JD, the dark eyes staring back at him glittering with anger.
"If anyone wants me I'll be on the range."
Vin watched as JD walked out, door banging shut behind him.
"You were a little harsh on him, don't you think?"
Vin looked over to where the voice had come from. "Don't start, Nathan." He didn't need anyone telling him he was over-reacting. He was the one who had had to watch as JD had stepped out in front of the gunman, taunting the insane man to take a shot at him instead of the young girl he was holding hostage.
"Nathan's right. The boy did good." Another voice joined the chorus of dissent against Vin.
"The boy almost got himself killed, Buck." If it hadn't been for the moment of hesitation on the gunman's behalf -- and Vin was still thanking every deity he could name for that one -- that allowed Vin to take the shot he'd needed, then they would have been sending an extra body bag away with the coroner's van.
"But he didn't," Buck replied. "And anyway, I don't think that's the issue you've got."
Vin met Buck's eyes. "I don't think you have a damn idea about the issues I've got."
Buck just smirked, his gaze flicking to Chris's office door. "You'd be surprised."
Not wanting to look at Buck's knowing smirk any longer, Vin turned and walked out, hearing the satisfying slam of the door closing behind him and knowing exactly where he was heading.
*
Vin opened the door to the range, watching as the lone figure there took aim and fired several times over, each shot hitting its intended target. Vin knew he was the best shot Team Seven had, but people tended to forget just how good a shot JD was, as well.
Using the full set of rounds, JD quickly ejected the empty clip and reached for the one next to him, stopping for a moment when he noticed Vin. Turning away, he slid the new clip into the gun and took aim.
Vin stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "JD--"
"If you've come to yell again, don't bother." JD shifted slightly and fired again, not bothering to turn to look at Vin.
"Jesus, JD, will you look at me."
"Why? So you can tell me how disappointed you are? How stupidly I acted?" JD pulled his headphones off and slammed them down.
"No!" Vin's hand reached out, grabbing JD's arm and spinning him around to face him. "So I can tell you that I've never been so scared as I was this afternoon!"
JD's retort stopped, replaced by a surprised look on his face.
Vin's fingers tightened, heat from JD's arm burning into him. "You have no idea how terrified I was watching that man aim his gun at you and not knowing if I could make the shot."
Vin's fingers flexed, the smell of cordite surrounding them. And he didn't know who moved first, but they were moving, quick and hard and fast as their lips clashed together. JD's lips opened under his, tongue snaking out to meet Vin's. Fingers pulled at Vin's jeans, buttons and fly giving way under the questing digits.
Vin broke the kiss and pulled back, hand grabbing JD's wrist just as the fingers were about to delve into Vin's jeans.
"Vin." JD tried to pull his hand away, but Vin tightened his grip, fingers digging slightly into the flesh.
Vin didn't speak as he took a step forward, and then another, forcing JD back until they hit the wall behind him. Vin pressed his thigh between JD's legs, forcing them apart. He could feel JD's hard cock pressing against him, against his own hardness, and he leaned closer, pinning JD to the wall.
JD tried again to pull his wrist out of Vin's grip, wincing slightly when Vin's hold clamped down further, bones pushing together slightly under his fingers.
Vin leaned forward, pressing his chest to JD's and feeling the vibrations of the other man's breathing run through him. "Tell me to stop," he said, voice low.
JD didn't reply.
"Tell me to stop," Vin said again, "or I'll bend you over and fuck you right here."
JD's breath hitched and his eyes widened slightly, defiance staring back at Vin as he stayed silent.
Vin just grinned and yanked JD away from the wall, twisting him and manoeuvring them over to the ledge at the front of the shooting booth. Bending JD over, Vin released his wrist and pressed a firm hand into the small of JD's back. His free hand moved to JD's jeans, opening them and pulling the down, exposing JD's ass to the cool air around them. Vin grinned. "Going commando?" Vin ran a hand over JD's bare ass, cupping a cheek. "I'm shocked. Pleased, but shocked." He leaned forward, covering JD's body with his as he nipped JD's ear. "I didn't think you were that kind of guy."
JD pushed back into Vin's hand. "You'd be surprised as to what kind of guy I am."
Apparently so.
Reaching out, Vin grabbed the bottle of mineral oil sitting next to JD's abandoned gun, pouring some over his fingers. He trusted his prized Glock to this stuff, so he was more than sure he'd trust his cock to it. He pressed slick fingers against JD's asshole. "Last chance to back out."
JD just pressed back, body shuddering as the Vin's fingertips slid inside him.
"I'll take that as a no then."
"Oh god." JD moaned as Vin's fingers sank fully inside him, the two digits moving into him without difficulty. "Damn it, Vin, come on." JD urged as he pushed back, trying to get more of Vin inside.
And that was something else Vin was surprised at - how easily JD had accepted the intrusion into his body, pressing back and moaning and begging for more. He'd had no illusions that JD was a blushing virgin, but somehow the thought of other men doing this, knowing JD in this way made Vin want to bite, brand, mark. Made him want to claim JD for his own in a way that couldn't be misinterpreted.
Vin twisted his fingers once more before he slid them out of JD, and replaced them with the hard cock sticking out of his open jeans He could feel JD's heat burn into him as he held himself still, cock barely touching JD.
Steadying his hands on JD's hips, Vin pressed forward, watching as his cock was swallowed and wondering how the hell he'd managed to deny himself this. But then he was inside and JD moved, litany of yes and more and now and Vin falling from JD's lips as he pushed back onto Vin. Fingers digging into JD's flesh Vin moved, pulling himself back until the searing want of his lover's heat drove him forward again. Alternately leaving JD and claiming him again, Vin moved a hand to curl around JD's cock, solid length filling his grip.
"Yes--" JD moved into the touch and Vin tightened his hold, stripping JD's cock in time with Vin's thrusts into his body.
And Vin wished it could have lasted longer, wished that JD hadn't been too hot, too tight, too there, as JD yelled, tumbling over the edge and pulling Vin along with him.
The harsh breathing coming from both of them was the only sound for long moments until Vin moved, tucking his soft cock back into his jeans and pulling his shirt off to clean them both up, thoroughly grateful that he was wearing a t-shirt underneath and wouldn't have to walk through the department half-naked in order to get back to the spare set of clothes in his locker.
"JD?"
JD waved a hand. "Dead," he said succinctly.
Vin grinned. "You don't sound dead."
"It's the well fucked kind of dead," JD expanded, slowly pushing himself up and pulling his jeans over his ass to fasten them, wincing slightly. "Ow," he murmured. "But good ow. Very good ow." He looked out, hand snapping out to slap Vin on the arm.
What the hell? Vin rubbed his arm, looking at JD in confusion.
"And if you ever pull that kind of shit about me not being able to do my job again, Vin Tanner, that's the only time you're ever getting into my ass." JD turned slightly and started clearing away the equipment in front of them. "Also," JD held up a finger to stop Vin from talking, "you're buying me dinner."
"Dinner?" Vin felt the grin creep back onto his face as he watched JD.
"Dinner," JD nodded. "An expensive one. After all, I'd hate for you to think I was a cheap date and an easy lay."
"JD, if there's anything you aren't, it's easy," Vin laughed as he stepped forward, pushing JD over with a nudge of his hip as he helped collect the cartridges still out. After all, the sooner they were cleared up then the sooner they got to dinner. And the sooner they got to dinner, the sooner they got back to Vin's, or JD's. Vin wasn't sure which one it was going to be, but he found that he didn't really mind either way.
End
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Date: 2006-04-02 10:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-03 07:54 pm (UTC)So Jeremiah... I only have writable DVD's, so you need to pick stuff to fill the disc as I only have the first 4 Jeremiah episodes at the moment, and if you only want those it could be a while before you get them.
So yeah, also have for your to pick from:
Rent
Supernatural (all season to last weeks episode)
Buffy unaired pilot
Wonderfalls (whole season)
Ernie Indiana (whole season)
Devour
Space: Above and Beyond (whole season)
I can fit about 12/13 episodes onto each DVD, so you have room for 7 more things from the above list (6 if you want Rent or Devour, as they are small and take up only a little more then a TV episode)
If you looking and going 'wait, you said you can fit 12/13 to a disc, and Jeremiah is 4 so how do I only have 7 left?' thats because your getting Clownana as an added extra because I think you'll get a giggle from it.
So pick! Pick away.
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Date: 2006-04-14 05:10 pm (UTC)<-- er, yes, I am late in replying to comments, whyever do you ask ;)