To Survive By The Chronicler

Friday, 7:38pm

J.D. laughed. "Buck is gonna scream."

Ezra raised one eyebrow. "Now, Mr. Dunne, I thought that was the idea of this little shopping expedition." Despite his attempt at being ever so proper, he smiled as he watched his young friend bounce with delight at finding the perfectly perverted gift for his overly exuberant lover. He was really quite proud of himself. Introducing little John Daniels Dunne to the wonders of the great magic shops (and he was not talking about hokus pocus, card trick magic) of the Denver homo- society.

Not that Ezra P. Standish made it a habit to browse sex shops, but, then again, Glamour wasn't just any sex shop. It was the Tiffiny's of all sex shops. They had everything. And they knew how to cater to a client all the while being discreet. Everyone there might know you, but they never tell.

Many a pleasures Special Agent Christopher Larabee has experienced thanks to Glamour... and Ezra's imagination.

So, when J.D. came to him, shy and blushing, with a not-quite-formed idea of what he wanted to get Buck for his birthday, Ezra knew exactly where to take him.

"Shame on Mr. Standish" chuckled the counter clerk "for not bringing that sweet little ass by sooner."

J.D. paused, glancing at him. "Huh?"

Ezra shook himself out of thought when he noticed that J.D.'s youthful, innocent, excitement had attracted more than a few hungry eyes. he quickened his step, coming between the reaching clerk and the kid. "Now, now, hands to yourself." he chided the man. "You never know who you might roused when you touch what is not yours."

The clerk chuckled. "No need to jealous. I can do you both." He paused, frowning. "He is legal age, right?"

"I'm old enough to do whatever the fuck I want!" J.D. snapped.

But Ezra quickly pushed him toward the door. "Yes, you are, young man. Now, take your new toy out to the car while I remind these gentlemen that, even if you weren't quite capable of taking care of yourself, Mr. Wilmington would surely be displeased..."

"Hey." the clerk interrupted. "Buck Wilmington? He's that big dude that hangs with Larabee?" At Ezra's nod, the clerk waved his fingers at the still confused J.D., offering a sweet, yet chaste "Thank you. Do come again." Then he turned his complete attention to Ezra. "Now, what can I get for you, Mr. Standish?"

"Ez?" J.D. inquired.

"To the car with you, Mr. Dunne." Ezra waved him away. "I'll be with you momentarily."

J.D. chuckled. "Ez, you are such a closet perv."

"Not closet, Mr. Dunne." the older agent corrected. "Just with style."

Laughing, J.D. stepped out the door and out into the chilly night. He couldn't believe that he had just roamed a sex shop. Totally skip the thought that he had roamed it looking for a present for his absolutely hot, adoring, gorgeous lover...

He shook his head, chuckling to himself as he started for Ezra's car in the parking lot. Shit, he sounded like a kid. Even to himself. All giggly and bubbly. One would of thought that'd he'd lost his virginity only yesterday, when it had been a whole five months ago.

Five happy, outrageous months... and he finally figured out where Buck got all those... interesting toys.

"Hey, sweet cheeks." Someone swatted him on the rear.

Startled, J.D. jumped to the side, dropping his bag. "Hey!" he protested, glaring at the man who was standing way too close.

"What you doing?" demanded the big man, shoving him back, then following him back. "You little pervert, can't you keep your distance!" Again he shoved J.D. back, and again he stepped up to him, so close their chests were nearly touching.

"Hey, what the fuck..." J.D. snapped, returning the shove.

The man held his hands out, looking back at his four football buddies who had gathered around. "See? Little fag can't keep his hands to himself."

"Careful, Frisco. Never know what diseases the little turd might have." warned one of his buddies.

J.D. paused, a little hesitant. He glanced at the store, hoping to see Ezra there, watching to see if he needed back up. But there was no Ez.

So, what? He was all grown up! He was a full time, 100 ATF agent! Hell, he could get himself outta this without any big brother rescue!

"Shit, you freaky cock sucker probably got AIDS, don't ya, you little shit!" the pusher accused, wiping his hand clean of any imaginary contamination on J.D.'s t-shirt.

The ATF agent smirked. "Fuck off, asshole." he encouraged just as sweetly as humanly possible, before turning away from them and reaching down for his bag.

He really did wish Ez was at least in sight.

"Christ, Frisco! The shit eater's actually making fucking advances!"

"Fucking perv!" the pusher snarled, throwing his fist through the air.

"Shit!" J.D. cried, ducking just in time.

The second blow he reflected with his forearm while sending his own fist straight out, catching his attacker square in the nose.

Cursing up a storm, the man stumbled back, his hand cupping his face as if he had a chance of stinting the flow of blood.

"Back the fuck up, asshole!" J.D. yelled. "I'm a c..."

"Kill the fucking fairy!" Frisco raged.

Suddenly one of his buddies lunged from the left, tackling him low, another came in from the right, hitting him high.

Before he could take a breath, J.D. found himself slammed down on the cold, black top of the parking lot, his head exploding like a flash grenade. He wasn't entirely sure when he had hit, or how he even got down there. The only clear thought making it through the flashing light was Ezra, hurry your butt up!'

"Kill the slimy, fucking, fairy!" his attacker snarled again.

Pain shot through J.D.'s back as a boot came crashing down on him. Another hit him in the gut, doubling him over with a gasping cry. Another kick and another.

Holy crap, his mind screamed, they were really gonna kill him!

Desperately, he reached out, slapping a swinging foot away.

"Fuck!" cried one of his attackers as he was thrown off balance and stumbled against a buddy.

A foot came down square between his shoulders, shoving J.D. face down on the black top and pinning him. "Now, I thought all you pussy boys were, like, nonviolent, huh!"

There was a snap of leather on leather. "You just gotta know how to deal with fairies, Jimmy." laughed another. "They like to be whipped."

J.D. screamed as the leather belt cut across his back. The second strike was twisted just enough that the metal buckle snapped him in the side. Again he screamed.

While one kept him pinned down, the other four men began to kick him from all angles, backing off just enough to get a good swing with there belts. The attack seemed to last forever when, like an alarm clock, a clear tone rang out as metal belt buckle hit something else metal.

The attack stopped.

Gasping, J.D. withered on the ground at their feet. Somewhere in the back of his head he wondered who had hit the fight bell.

"Woe, woe. What is this?" One of them jerked him to his side. "Shit, this pansy's packing."

J.D. stopped breathing. Too hurt to move, his mind shot wide awake, yelling to all who might hear, which was no one, My gun! Oh, god, they found my gun! They're gonna kill me my own gun!'

"Hey! Get the fuck off of him!"

J.D. gasped. Ezra! His hero!

"Stop! A.T..."

A shot rang out.

Ezra!

tbc