Revenge M7 ATF AU
Long legs in nothing but black cowboy boots beat a tattoo on the wooden floor as Chris Larabee's sleek body chased his best friend, and current target, Vin Tanner down the long hallway. The lean blond was so fixed on his quarry that he didn't even notice when the towel he'd had wrapped around his hips got left behind, caught on the desk Tanner had been leaning negligently on just minutes before.
Vin sprinted for all he was worth down the lengthy corridor and gave Chris a run for his money, but Larabee had at least two things in his favor at the moment… 1-his legs were a little longer than Vin's, and 2- he was bent on retaliation after the sniper swiped his clothes while he was cooling off in the creek earlier. Apparently revenge was a good motivator!
The combination certainly seemed to trump Tanner's desire to get away, since the blond finally caught the fleeing form at the other end of the building. Both were too intent on each other to pay much mind to the parade of people following in curiosity down the passageway.
Seeing Chris closing in with a predatory look on his face, Vin tried to duck through a closed door. However, before he had even fully entered the room, he felt a weight land on him and he was ploughed into the floor by a powerful shoulder. Strong, tanned legs and bare arms like a vise pinned him down while a soft voice spoke almost calmly in his ear. The unique tones weren't raised at all, but Vin recognized the danger that they actually contained. That voice had been known to make grown men wonder if they needed to get right with their God, and Vin was considering doing a little praying himself as Chris murmured above him.
"Thought it was funny to take my clothes, huh, Tanner? Thought everybody'd get a laugh? Thought it was a good prank?"
The sandy-haired figure croaked out an answer around the constriction at his throat that was Chris' iron-hard arm.
"Seemed like it at the time, Cowboy. But I'm kinda rethinkin' it now…" he rasped out with a slightly strangled sound.
The low tones purred in menace just an inch away from his ear.
"You should be! 'Cause now it's my turn…"
With that, Chris jabbed a long finger into the sharpshooter's ribs, finding the ticklish spot unerringly. Vin started squirming and laughing breathlessly, never thinking about how the scene looked and sounded to those converging on the downed pair.
Larabee kept up his 'torture' long enough to turn his captive into a wheezing, limp mound on the floor. Taking advantage of the normally agile sniper's inability to respond, the attractive leader rolled off of his friend's prone body and then deftly pulled off the shorter form's boots and fitted jeans, toeing off his own footwear as well. Leaving Vin in his briefs and cream tee shirt, the blond slipped into the tight pants just as a sea of faces started peering into the room.
Pulling his own boots back on and retrieving the ebony hat that had skittered across the floor when he tackled Vin, Chris turned to deliver a truly evil smirk at the now recovering sniper.
Not even bothering to fasten the top button of the jeans, the tall form squared his broad shoulders and strolled casually toward the door with its avidly watching crowd whose eyes were darting between the two handsome, half-clothed men.
Glancing over his back at Vin, Chris spoke.
"I'll see you outside, Pard. When you return my clothes, I'll give you back your pants." The attractive mouth curved up in another smirk.
"Oh, and you might want to remember a few things, Tanner. 1- I'm just a fast as you are. 2- I can read you like a book, and 3- I don't have to shoot you to get revenge!"
By DMA