Disclaimer: I don't own Magnificent Seven.
A/N: This is going to be the start of a big project. My goal is to write a story to go with every episode of the show. They will most likely not go in order and might take awhile to get done as I do not have any way to rewatch any of the episodes at this time.
Enjoy.
Ezra tensed when he heard the tumblers of his lock fall into place. The door eased open and he caught a flash of thick dark hair and a wide smile. Relaxing he threw the blankets back as the door closed, a coil of warmth building in the pit of his stomach.
Closing his eyes he idly drew designs on his stomach on his stomach as he listened to Buck strip. The soft clunk of gun belt and boots hitting the floor and the soft whisper of cloth against skin.
And then Buck was over him, a knee gently pushing his thighs apart, the soft prickle of a moustache against his cheek before Buck's mouth found his. The kiss was deep and sweet, sending tendrils of pleasure through his body.
Sliding his arms around his lover's shoulders Ezra tugged at Buck, wanting the man closer, even as he wished for Chris' presence next to them. He felt a finger brush the length of his cock and his hips rose, seeking more of the faint touch.
The single finger became a hand and he thrust into it, sparing only a passing thought for when it had become slick. Fingers tight on Buck's shoulders all that mattered was the body above him and his pleasure.
Buck's voice, low and heavy with affection and lust echoed in his ear 'please' and he was lost.
Ezra came back to Buck's whispered endearments as Buck licked his semen from his stomach and chest. He tangled his hands in the dark hair, fingers stroking as he allowed his thoughts to wander.
It was amazing how fast Chris and Buck had become so important to him. Six months since they had saved him from an overzealous man trying to pay his debt with his sister. Six months since they had taken him to their bed and promised him forever if he wanted it. And he did.
Buck's untamed love of life despite the ugliness of what he had witnessed. Chris' dark brooding silences, oddly reassuring despite their tragic origins. And both mens' honour, lights in the darkness of the west.
A faint hint of teeth against his inner thigh interrupted his thoughts and he returned the smile he could barely see in the weak moonlight.
"I can hear the wheels spinnin' from here."
Ezra gently tugged on the hair still twined through his fingers. "I was simply reflecting on what drew me to you."
He couldn't help but laugh as Buck surged up to kiss him, tongue licking at his lips before parting them to share his taste.
It was easy to let Buck arrange them and he ended up sprawled half over the man. Buck's arm was tight around his shoulder and he rubbed his cheek against warm skin, reveling in the feel of hair under his cheek.
He slid his down the long body, fingers sliding through curls to brush over Buck's half hard manhood.
A warm hand curled around his wrist, gently tugging upward. Kisses were pressed to each finger before his hand was placed back on the broad chest. "No need. Got mine earlier."
Ezra nodded. He knew how keeping up appearances was important. "Chris?"
Buck drew the blanket up before kissing Ezra's forehead. "I suspect he'll be showin' up sometime tomorrow. I'm sure you'll find somethin' in Chaucer's stall after he gets here."
Turning back to the bar Chris downed his shot, acutely aware of Buck next to him and the faint grin on his lover's lips. He pressed back against Buck's steady pressure on his shoulder, sharing his pleasure at Ezra's brazenness.
It was good to see Ezra, bright and flashy and ready to take on all comers. Better to talk to him even if it was like they were strangers.
Buck leaned into him again before pulling back, the brightness in his eyes and the half smile saying everything.
An elbow in the side was Chris' reply, knowing Buck would understand.
Ezra slowly opened the door to his room, unsurprised by what he found. Buck was sprawled across his bed, naked and asleep, snoring softly. Chris was standing by the window, half dressed as he stared at the dark street.
Removing his gun belt he hung it opposite Chris' before shedding his jacket. Undoing the buttons on his vest he caught Chris' eyes and smiled slightly. "Dawn? No respectable gentleman rises that early."
Chris moved closer, reaching out to touch Ezra's cheek. "Good thing I know you aren't a respectable gentleman. You always make friends like that?"
Closing his eyes Ezra leaned into the caress, his own hand resting on Chris' hip, thumb stroking over skin. "This was the first time anyone has threatened to cut an eye out. They usually just use the threat of tar and feathers. And if not for my profession it is likely possible we never would have met."
"And that is unacceptable. Don't just stand there Chris. Show Ezra how much you missed him."
Chris glanced at the bed, smiling even as he rubbed his fingers over Ezra's cheek. "What's wrong Buck? Didn't get enough earlier?"
Buck laugh was throaty as he shifted rolling onto his left hip, the outline of his rising cock barely visible in the shadow between body and bed. "There's no such thing as enough when it comes to watchin' you two."
Sliding from the bed Buck moved to stand behind Ezra, hands going to work on the buttons of the fine linen shirt. "Want to watch Chris take you. Watch as he eases you open with his fingers and slides in."
Buck parted Ezra's shirt and unfastened his pants, hand sliding over smooth skin. He traced his finger around the shallow indent of Ezra's navel before sliding lower edging under fine cotton.
Ezra moaned when he felt Buck's hand cup his cock. A rough thumb touched the sensitive spot on the underside of his cock, freezing his breath. Suddenly Chris was closer, hands cupping his face, stealing his breath with a tender kiss.
Nibbling on the curve of Ezra's ear Buck slid his hand lower, fingers brushing over the tender skin of his lover's scrotum. "So beautiful." He could feel Chris' hardness against his wrist and with a last touch that had Ezra spreading his legs wanting more he pressed harder against Ezra, trapping him against Chris.
With his free hand Buck tugged at Chris' hair. Leaning over Ezra's shoulder he kissed Chris, enjoying the feel of Chris' mouth under his. Tugging on Chris' lower lip he drew back, slipping his hand from Ezra's pants with a final long touch that had him shivering with pleasure.
"Make it good Chris. He missed you last night." Drawing away from his lovers Buck settled in the chair near the window, content to simply watch.
He loved watching Chris and Ezra together. Chris was always tender with Ezra, something he never allowed anyone else to see and Buck couldn't help but wonder if Chris worried that his darkness would drive Ezra away.
Slouching in the chair, legs spread Buck lazily fisted his cock, thumb flicking over the head as he watched his lovers.
Chris was stripping Ezra, each garment falling to the floor without their owner's usual complaint about such treatment.
The moment the last piece of Ezra's clothing hit the floor Chris was pushing his lover towards the bed, one hand tight on Ezra's hip, the other tangled in chestnut curls, holding Ezra as they kissed, sweet and tender.
Ezra's knees hit the edge of the bed and he went down, his hands tight on Chris. He moaned when Chris' hand slid from his hip to between his legs. Spreading his legs wider to the gentle pressure his hips jerked up as a warm hand cupped his testicles, gently rolling them.
Eyes hooded Buck dropped his free hand between his legs and mimicked Chris' touch, knowing how good it felt.
Catching Ezra's lower lip between his teeth Chris bit down lightly as he reached down to undo his pants. He had missed his lovers, missed being with them. Pushing his pants off his hips he pressed a kiss to the corner of Ezra's mouth. "Missed you."
Ezra's smile was blinding, kiss swollen lips curving upwards enticingly. "And I you."
Chris reached for the jar of salve on the bedside table, his free hand tracing Ezra's face. There was never enough time when it was just the three of them and he had taken to memorizing what he could when they were together.
Using his thumb Buck circled the head of his cock, the movement eased by the gathered fluid. He licked his lips, eyes riveted on the bed. Chris had dipped his fingers in the salve and was slowly working Ezra open. Ezra's head was thrown back, breathing harsh in the quiet. A low groan spilled from parted lips when Chris added another finger, pressing deeper as he searched for the gland.
Finger drifting lower Buck pressed against his perineum just as Chris slicked his cock up and slid into Ezra. He closed his eyes when he heard his lovers' moans, remembering what it felt like when Chris had taken him earlier.
Even the sound of his lovers together was heady and Buck felt a familiar tension pulling at his body. Chris' low groan of completion was enough to push him over the edge , his release warm and sticky on his hand. Prying his eyes open he watched as Chris brought Ezra off with four long strokes, his body arching into Chris.
Regaining his equilibrium Buck got up from the chair and dipped a rag into the ewer on the dresser. He cleaned his hand and stomach before rewetting the rag and moving to the bed.
Chris had pulled out of Ezra but hadn't made it much further, stretched out on top of him with his face buried against Ezra's throat. Ezra was stroking Chris' back, fingers touching each scar.
Kneeling on the bed he shoved Chris off Ezra, laughing at the disgusted look he got from Chris. "That look doesn't work so well after you've gotten some." He kissed Chris as he cleaned him, his touch gentle.
Ezra barely moved when the cool cloth swept over his skin, a low murmur of sound the only sign that he was still awake.
Tossing the washrag back in the ewer Buck slid into the bed behind his lover. Ezra had shifted to his side and curled up against Chris, head resting on his shoulder, hand over Chris' heart.
Buck draped his arm over Ezra's hip, hand resting on Chris' stomach. Pressing a kiss to the pale shoulder in front of him he turned the lamp off. He felt Chris' hand settle on his and he drifted to sleep, knowing Chris would wake him before dawn.
"There are two kinds of people in this life, my friend. Those who seek battle and seem not to fear death." Ezra nodded towards Buck and Chris, ignoring the tightness in his chest as they ignored him.
It had been a mutual decision, that when the three of them were in the same town he would be the odd one out. Logically he knew it made sense. Chris and Buck had years together that would be harder to hide but with only six months he was the one swept under the carpet.
Paying no mind to his pain he turned his attention fully to the children and the one thing that could take his mind off not being with his lovers.
Taking a drink from his flask Ezra glanced to the adobe house where Buck was sleeping. Chris was a darker shadow in the doorway, the smoldering end of his cheroot the only sign of his presence.
Ezra slid his flask back into his pocket as he looked around, searching for the rest of his companions. Vin had disappeared into the darkness and JD was sitting by one of the fires, still wracked with guilt. Nathan was sitting with Rain in the shadows, his arm around her shoulders in comfort and Josiah was asleep in another of the few remaining houses.
The rest of the villagers were so caught up in their celebration that no one would notice if he joined Chris.
He got to his feet, straightening his coat out of long habit. Climbing the slight incline he could feel Chris' eyes on him, burning and he couldn't help but wonder if he still had anything with his lovers. He was surprised when Chris stepped aside to let him in and at the slight scratch of the door being closed.
A candle flickered on a small stool next to the bed, casting shadows across Buck's face. Moving to the bed Ezra brushed back dark hair from Buck's forehead, needing the connection. Buck was a little warm under his fingers but Nathan had said that was to be expected and that in all Buck's wound wasn't life threatening.
Painfully aware of the fact Chris was still watching him Ezra bent to kiss Buck's slack mouth before turning to face his other lover.
A hard hand closed around his wrist and he found himself pinned against the wall opposite the bed, Chris holding him in place with his body, an arm tight against his throat.
Fighting the urge to push against the constraint Ezra met Chris' eyes, willing to take what was coming.
The arm across his throat tightened for a moment before relaxing. "What the hell were you thinking running off like that? Is that how you show people you care? Let your greed get the better of you and leave innocent people to die? I'm starting to think Buck and I made a mistake."
Hands curling into fists Ezra swallowed. "Chris, I've had exactly one adult constantly in my life and while she might be my mother Maude was not the best person to raise a child. To her I was an annoyance most of the time, unless I was needed for one of her scams. I spent much of my time growing up living with people who cared for me less than my mother. Growing up she taught me that money was the second most important thing after appearances."
Ezra swallowed again, feeling the arm against his throat relax further. "I felt guilty the moment I left watch but the thought of gold was to strong. When I found the mine collapsed I was going to leave, knowing I couldn't come back because I didn't want you to know how weak I had been. And I didn't come back for the villagers." He opened his eyes, hoping Chris could see the truth in the darkness. "I did it for you and Buck."
As his words faded into silence the arm across his throat disappeared only to be replaced by calloused fingers digging hard into his jaw. Chris' voice was a deadly rasp when he spoke. "Don't ever run out on us again."
Ezra nodded. He knew 'us' meant Buck and Chris, not the others. Even after six months with the men he knew Chris was not the type of person who forgave easily. He was lucky to be getting a second chance.
"Ease up Chris. You don't want to leave bruises he'll have to explain to the others." Buck's words were tight with pain and both men looked at the bed to see Buck partially upright, balanced on his right elbow.
Buck managed a slight smile for Ezra, knowing how off balance he was feeling. "People occasionally don't think things through and you know that better than a lot of people Chris. You did your fair share of not thinking. So Ezra got greedy. The important thing is he came back and we managed to end Anderson's madness. Now make nice. I don't like having my two favourite people mad at each other."
A rough thumb swept over his lower lip and Ezra relaxed, letting Chris support him. Chris smelled of dirt and sweat and gunpowder, all underscored by the sharp herbal scent of the salve Nathan had put on his torn up hand. All of those smells shouldn't have been so comforting but they were, if only because it meant Chris was still touching him, still wanted him enough to stay close.
The thumb was replaced by lips, the kiss surprisingly gentle in light of Chris' earlier anger. A hand slid into his hair, cupping his head as the kiss deepened. Reaching out he tugged at Chris' shirt, managing to get the back untucked and he slid his hands under the dark fabric, the feel of skin unraveling the knot in his chest.
Chris gentled the kiss, easing into shorter kisses meant to soothe. He pressed a kiss to cheek and forehead before resting his cheek against soft curls.
Smiling Buck leaned back in the bed ignoring the twinge in his chest. "Stay. I want both of you here tonight."
"Yes." It was a risk, staying when everyone knew Chris was mad at him but he wanted to be with Buck and Chris as much as Buck wanted them around. They could only hope the others were so caught up in their own thoughts to notice he was not around.
They only had Buck and Chris' bedrolls since his was still outside. Buck had fallen asleep again, his soft snores surprisingly comforting. Shedding his vest and boots Ezra curled up in Buck's bedroll and closed his eyes ready for the day to be over. He heard Chris blow out the candle and then his lover was next to him, a strong hand on his neck, fingers rubbing slowly.
Pressing his face into his jacket he couldn't help but smile. He was still wanted.