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Yes, I wrote fic. Magnificent Seven fic, to be exact. Or rather a ficlet. The muses, who so rarely make an appearance in these parts, are obviously making fun of me.
Feedback is loved, constructive criticism always welcome. And if someone, who is more involved in this fandom than I am, could tell me what lists or archives I can post this to, I'd be very grateful.
Title: Learning To Play
Author: Oceana
Email: oceana2602@gmail.com
Fandom: Magnificent Seven
Pairing: Ezra/Vin
Rating: R
Warnings: If you are not an adult, go away.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Life is a gamble, a game we all play.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Archives: List archives yes, all others please ask.
Note: Thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
burntsm0re and margueritem for being my first beta-readers and helping me getting this thing into shape. In my stubbornness, I decided to ignore much of their advice, so everything that is still out of shape is very much my own mistake.
Learning To Play
The only rule they have is silence. They don't talk about it. They touch, they kiss, they fuck whenever they can, but they never ever mention it.
Not that they'd have to. Maybe it's only because his mother taught him so well that he can read Vin's face like an open book. The way he lights up when Ezra enters the room, the way he seeks him out, riding next to him, sitting close. He can see it in Vin's every move, just like he can tell somebody's hand when he is playing poker, and yet somehow Vin is subtle enough to hide whatever it is they have from the others, because they are still alive. But sometimes Ezra thinks that if people wanted to, they could all see it, and he is hoping, praying, that the others really are worse players and will never notice.
It's strangely fitting, he thinks, to compare this situation with Vin to a poker game, because playing is exactly what Ezra is doing. He is playing, with Vin, with his life. With his heart. If he were a wiser man he'd be fucking Chris. Nobody would ever find out about him fucking Chris. Chris, who can stay silent for days, who keeps everything bottled up inside. Chris, whose heart is with a dead family, locked away so far that he could never be reached by it. Never be hurt by it.
Compared to Chris, Vin is too honest, too upright, too damn involved for Ezra. Oh, he doesn't talk, but that's the only rule he obeys. No kissing, no caressing, nothing but a quick, dirty fuck, these are all rules that Ezra has for this kind of game. Rules that Vin Tanner has either never heard of or chooses to ignore.
Ezra has never been one to tell himself lies. He knows that he can't have Chris. He isn't sure he even wants Chris. At the moment, all he knows is that he wants Vin, even if it means breaking a few of his rules. And so he lets himself be fucked by Vin, let's himself be kissed and held, and when Vin smiles at him, it takes everything his mother taught him not to smile back.
Once again Ezra finds himself in a barn, gasping under Vin's tongue, hay under his back. His legs fall open and he tries not to think about what would happen if they were anywhere else now, alone in the desert or lying in a comfortable bed. Tries not to think about what he'd let Vin do, what kind of risks he'd take if they weren't in danger of being discovered. Instead he closes his eyes and concentrates on the feeling of Vin's hands on his neck, stroking down his chest, his nipples, and finally, finally opening his trousers. Pressed together they aren't kissing as much as breathing into each other. He is swallowing Vin's moans as he pushes himself faster into the hand around his cock, and it's the most erotic thing he has done in a while.
They are dressed and sitting next to each other, when Chris finds them. No stains, no open buttons, just two men in a stable, watching the horses. But Ezra can tell that Chris knows, can tell by the way Chris' back straightens up a bit more, by the way he is silent after the initial, surprised greeting. In this moment Ezra wishes Vin had broken the no talking rule, so that they'd have something to say, some discussion, some damn reason to be in this barn together. Some way to break the silence three men in a stable can produce, a silence that he is desperately trying to end. But for the first time in his life he has nothing to say, can't think of anything to distract Chris from seeing the obvious. Not with Vin sitting so close to him, when he can still feel Vin's touch on his skin, his heat almost palpable in the cool of the early evening. This, he realizes, is one situation his mother hasn’t prepared him for.
He sees them later, Chris pressing Vin against a wall between the saloon and the neighbouring house. He doesn't have to hear them to know that Chris is furious. He is pushing Vin against the wooden wall, fists clinging to Vin's collar. Even in the semidarkness he can see the muscles on Chris' back flexing underneath his shirt. Vin doesn't fight back. And then Ezra can see Vin raise his head, stare Chris right in the eye and say something, in the quiet way he says everything that is important to him. Ezra can't hear what he is saying, he only sees Chris' reaction, his hands letting go of Vin, then a fist hitting the wall. Vin leaves, calm steps and straight back. When he sees Ezra, he smiles at him like he always does and passes by. Ezra can't decide if it's a bit too close or not close enough.
"Coming?" Vin asks, entering the saloon without turning around to wait for Ezra's answer. Ezra turns back to see Chris stare at him out of the darkness. Like a good player, he knows when it's time to fold, and so he looks away and follows Vin.
Inside, Vin is sitting with Buck and the kid, who is desperately trying to get Buck to laugh at one of his jokes. Vin kicks a chair out to Ezra when he approaches their table and it's only years of playing poker that keep him from jumping at the gesture, a gesture that shouldn't make him jump. Just a friend inviting another friend to sit. Only in Ezra's heart it is more than that.
"What's up?" Buck teases Ezra. "You look like you've seen a ghost. One of your lady friends turn you down?"
"Or maybe he lost a game," the kid says, trying to get in on the joke.
Ezra is about to put on a well-practised and slightly hurt smile, when Chris enters the saloon.
"Chris!" Buck exclaims. "What have you been up to? More luck with the women than our friend Ezra, I hope?"
"Taking care of business," Chris says after a moment of silence, looking straight at Ezra.
"So, everything taken care of?" asks Vin.
Another moment passes by, Chris' eyes still on Ezra. Ezra can't read anything in Chris' face, has no idea what the man is thinking. He tries to look back and fails.
"Yeah, everything's taken care of," Chris says and, breaking the look, takes a sip of his beer.
"Good." Vin smiles, leans back and drops his hand on the back of Ezra's chair. So easy, as if it were the most natural thing. Just Vin, smiling and drinking with his friends.
It is then that Ezra realizes that in this game, he has never been one of the players.
Feedback is loved, constructive criticism always welcome. And if someone, who is more involved in this fandom than I am, could tell me what lists or archives I can post this to, I'd be very grateful.
Title: Learning To Play
Author: Oceana
Email: oceana2602@gmail.com
Fandom: Magnificent Seven
Pairing: Ezra/Vin
Rating: R
Warnings: If you are not an adult, go away.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Life is a gamble, a game we all play.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Archives: List archives yes, all others please ask.
Note: Thank you to
burntsm0re and margueritem for being my first beta-readers and helping me getting this thing into shape. In my stubbornness, I decided to ignore much of their advice, so everything that is still out of shape is very much my own mistake.Learning To Play
The only rule they have is silence. They don't talk about it. They touch, they kiss, they fuck whenever they can, but they never ever mention it.
Not that they'd have to. Maybe it's only because his mother taught him so well that he can read Vin's face like an open book. The way he lights up when Ezra enters the room, the way he seeks him out, riding next to him, sitting close. He can see it in Vin's every move, just like he can tell somebody's hand when he is playing poker, and yet somehow Vin is subtle enough to hide whatever it is they have from the others, because they are still alive. But sometimes Ezra thinks that if people wanted to, they could all see it, and he is hoping, praying, that the others really are worse players and will never notice.
It's strangely fitting, he thinks, to compare this situation with Vin to a poker game, because playing is exactly what Ezra is doing. He is playing, with Vin, with his life. With his heart. If he were a wiser man he'd be fucking Chris. Nobody would ever find out about him fucking Chris. Chris, who can stay silent for days, who keeps everything bottled up inside. Chris, whose heart is with a dead family, locked away so far that he could never be reached by it. Never be hurt by it.
Compared to Chris, Vin is too honest, too upright, too damn involved for Ezra. Oh, he doesn't talk, but that's the only rule he obeys. No kissing, no caressing, nothing but a quick, dirty fuck, these are all rules that Ezra has for this kind of game. Rules that Vin Tanner has either never heard of or chooses to ignore.
Ezra has never been one to tell himself lies. He knows that he can't have Chris. He isn't sure he even wants Chris. At the moment, all he knows is that he wants Vin, even if it means breaking a few of his rules. And so he lets himself be fucked by Vin, let's himself be kissed and held, and when Vin smiles at him, it takes everything his mother taught him not to smile back.
Once again Ezra finds himself in a barn, gasping under Vin's tongue, hay under his back. His legs fall open and he tries not to think about what would happen if they were anywhere else now, alone in the desert or lying in a comfortable bed. Tries not to think about what he'd let Vin do, what kind of risks he'd take if they weren't in danger of being discovered. Instead he closes his eyes and concentrates on the feeling of Vin's hands on his neck, stroking down his chest, his nipples, and finally, finally opening his trousers. Pressed together they aren't kissing as much as breathing into each other. He is swallowing Vin's moans as he pushes himself faster into the hand around his cock, and it's the most erotic thing he has done in a while.
They are dressed and sitting next to each other, when Chris finds them. No stains, no open buttons, just two men in a stable, watching the horses. But Ezra can tell that Chris knows, can tell by the way Chris' back straightens up a bit more, by the way he is silent after the initial, surprised greeting. In this moment Ezra wishes Vin had broken the no talking rule, so that they'd have something to say, some discussion, some damn reason to be in this barn together. Some way to break the silence three men in a stable can produce, a silence that he is desperately trying to end. But for the first time in his life he has nothing to say, can't think of anything to distract Chris from seeing the obvious. Not with Vin sitting so close to him, when he can still feel Vin's touch on his skin, his heat almost palpable in the cool of the early evening. This, he realizes, is one situation his mother hasn’t prepared him for.
He sees them later, Chris pressing Vin against a wall between the saloon and the neighbouring house. He doesn't have to hear them to know that Chris is furious. He is pushing Vin against the wooden wall, fists clinging to Vin's collar. Even in the semidarkness he can see the muscles on Chris' back flexing underneath his shirt. Vin doesn't fight back. And then Ezra can see Vin raise his head, stare Chris right in the eye and say something, in the quiet way he says everything that is important to him. Ezra can't hear what he is saying, he only sees Chris' reaction, his hands letting go of Vin, then a fist hitting the wall. Vin leaves, calm steps and straight back. When he sees Ezra, he smiles at him like he always does and passes by. Ezra can't decide if it's a bit too close or not close enough.
"Coming?" Vin asks, entering the saloon without turning around to wait for Ezra's answer. Ezra turns back to see Chris stare at him out of the darkness. Like a good player, he knows when it's time to fold, and so he looks away and follows Vin.
Inside, Vin is sitting with Buck and the kid, who is desperately trying to get Buck to laugh at one of his jokes. Vin kicks a chair out to Ezra when he approaches their table and it's only years of playing poker that keep him from jumping at the gesture, a gesture that shouldn't make him jump. Just a friend inviting another friend to sit. Only in Ezra's heart it is more than that.
"What's up?" Buck teases Ezra. "You look like you've seen a ghost. One of your lady friends turn you down?"
"Or maybe he lost a game," the kid says, trying to get in on the joke.
Ezra is about to put on a well-practised and slightly hurt smile, when Chris enters the saloon.
"Chris!" Buck exclaims. "What have you been up to? More luck with the women than our friend Ezra, I hope?"
"Taking care of business," Chris says after a moment of silence, looking straight at Ezra.
"So, everything taken care of?" asks Vin.
Another moment passes by, Chris' eyes still on Ezra. Ezra can't read anything in Chris' face, has no idea what the man is thinking. He tries to look back and fails.
"Yeah, everything's taken care of," Chris says and, breaking the look, takes a sip of his beer.
"Good." Vin smiles, leans back and drops his hand on the back of Ezra's chair. So easy, as if it were the most natural thing. Just Vin, smiling and drinking with his friends.
It is then that Ezra realizes that in this game, he has never been one of the players.