Don't own the Magnificent Seven and the ATF belongs to Mog, but all the other characters were definitely meant to resemble person's both living and extremely annoying who don't know when to quit. ;) Hope this goes a little way toward making up for all the shit they put you through, Tex!

Chris sat down with a grunt, unhappy that it was their last day in Texas and his men were now telling him they had one more problem to deal with before they flew home the next day. Team Seven had come to Fort Worth to work with one of the larger companies that had been hacked by the gunrunners, an international shipping company that could cross borders with impunity the Dallas ATF office, unfortunately, was considered to be 'too close to the problem' and the higher ups had sent for outside help. The company's systems analyst had been more than happy to help them bait a trap for the criminals and had been working very closely with Ezra and JD while Vin had gone undercover on the production floor and Buck had palled around outside in the guise of a visiting engineer. Nathan had even made a brief appearance as a DOT inspector, but Chris aside from his contact with the company president had been forced to stay mostly on the sidelines with Josiah he just wasn't the sort of person who could 'blend in' anywhere and the abrasive side of his personality wasn't easily repressed.

He wasn't even making the effort this morning. "So explain this to me again, you boys want me to go stalking into the middle of this office looking intimidating because you don't like the jerks that work there? I thought you said the systems analyst had really helped you a lot this past week?"

"She has," Ezra clarified, holding back a sigh; Chris didn't like being out of the action, and being left basically twiddling his thumbs with Josiah in Fort Worth for six days had left him irritable and argumentative. "It is her cretinous coworkers we wish to make our impression on; they are making the lady's daily sojourn at the office into nine hours of trial by juvenile idiocy, and her immediate supervisor is far too busy getting his male ego among other parts of him stimulated by that trollop that flaunts herself around the office for no apparent reason to do more than laugh along with them."

Both of Chris' eyebrows went up. "Trollop?"

"She's supposed to be some kind of consulting specialist," JD told him. "Tells them how to pack stuff so it won't break when they ship it."

"I thought you took stuff to one of them mail places for that," Buck quipped.

Ezra snorted. "I believe the extra services Wade receives from Ms. Warren are not provided by Mail Boxes Etcetera. Even you would not want her, Mr. Wilmington she is the type of woman I've heard you warn JD about."

"Fake, blonde and tight," the youngest agent repeated Buck's list of warning signs from memory. "Does the helpless little girl thing you told me about too. And if those skirts she wears were any shorter they'd be belts."

Buck whistled. "Damn, sounds like a prime specimen. Okay I'll handle that one, just leave her to me."

"We were hoping you'd say that," Ezra chuckled. "I'm afraid she is rather cool to me since I refused to respond to her advances, and she very obviously considered JD to be beneath her notice. Which in a way brings us back to the problem Ms. Miller is having with her other coworkers; while some of the older men may tease, the three youngest have apparently decided that as the only working female in their office she is inferior to them and therefore an acceptable target. To put it bluntly, they use her to relieve their boredom and no one seems inclined to stop them."

"Just like Buck used to do to you, hmm?" Josiah rumbled, shooting a sharp look at the ladies' man, who had the good grace to look embarrassed; during Ezra's early days with Team Seven, Buck had taken great delight in tormenting the Southerner at every opportunity and had even persuaded the others to join in. It had taken a truly frightening incident resulting from one of their 'jokes' to show them all just how far out of hand things had gotten.

Ezra ignored the byplay. "Yes, but with the addition of gender bias to the mix. I like Ms. Miller, she is competent and intelligent and very pleasant to talk to. And as she was of invaluable assistance to us in concluding our assignment, I was hoping we might return the favor."

"We thought that we could all go in there to get her and take her to lunch," JD said. "None of us would really have to do anything, but when we're all together we're pretty imposing and she kept our cover and didn't tell any of the guys that Ez and I were ATF so we could probably make a really big impression on them if we go marching in there as Denver's Magnificent Seven."

"You mean scare the hell out of them," Vin concluded, a wicked twinkle in his eyes. "Ya know, Chris, this might be just what you need after a week of bein' cooped up with nothin' to do. Take out a little of that aggression on some worthy targets?"

Chris scowled at him. "I could do that right here in this room." But he still looked interested. "Your Ms. Miller is the one who has that website you sent me to, isn't she?" At Ezra's nod the scowl faded away, replaced by a look at once pleased and strangely-predatory. "All right, we'll do it but after lunch, Standish, you're coming back here with me to finish off all the paperwork, got it?"

The undercover agent sighed and nodded; several of the others scowled at that, and Vin snapped at Chris, "Dammit, Cowboy, that ain't fair! Can't ya just do somethin' nice without bein' a bastard about it?"

"Just for that, you can stay in and help him," Larabee returned evenly, and grinned when the sharpshooter flinched; a warning look keep the other men silent. "Now if that's settled, we should probably lay out our plan of attack-"

And what a plan it was! Team Seven descended upon the unsuspecting company en masse, taking the long way through security just to make more of an impression and making liberal use of their badges along the way. They reached the IT department where Ezra and JD had been working just in time to interrupt what they'd come to interrupt, and their abrupt and menacing entrance scattered the loose cluster of their intended targets the way wolves scatter sheep. Ms. Miller's hapless boss Wade came out of his office with trollop in tow to be confronted head-on by one of Chris Larabee's lesser glares; Wade, however, not being used to such a look, was more than cowed by it and immediately stammered his agreement to his systems analyst taking a long lunch. Chris, for his part, was finding it hard not to laugh at the way the younger man kept trying to unobtrusively adjust himself, recognizing the signs of a man who's been-interrupted. Buck charmed the scantily-attired packing engineer away from him and then said something low in her ear that turned her face beet red, and Vin joined Ezra and JD at Ms. Miller's desk while Nathan and Josiah made small talk with the older men who had been mostly standing on the sidelines. And when they all finally left the office eight strong instead of seven, with Ms. Miller on Ezra's arm they left confusion and even a little fear in their wake. It was a job well done.

After a leisurely lunch Vin, Chris and Ezra headed back to the hotel in a cab while the other men went sightseeing. Making their way up to the fourth floor, Vin pushed Ezra further into their room while Chris locked and bolted the door and made sure the Do Not Disturb sign was hung out. The sharpshooter pressed himself up against the smaller man and began lazily licking a particular spot just behind his ear. "You know, that was a damn good idea you had," he murmured. "Real nice thing to do, real thoughtful of ya."

"You think so?" Ezra relaxed into Vin's strong embrace, running his fingers through the long hair he loved so much. "Oh Vin-"

"It was such a good plan that you deserve a reward," Chris purred, coming up behind them. He reached around and started unbuttoning Ezra's shirt, only to have Vin slap his hands away with a growl-so he went down a little further and started undoing the Southerner's belt and pants. "We are going to give you such a reward, Ezra."

Ezra shivered at the promise in those words. "You both helped me-shouldn't I give you a reward as well?"

"Your reward is our reward," Vin told him, then captured his lips in a demanding kiss while his hands remained busy on the buttons. The smaller man was soon stripped to the skin, and every inch of that skin was being caressed by his lovers' hands. Vin pulled back to admire the view and shook his head. "Oh man, I wish we could take a picture of you like this, I'd carry it with me everywhere."

Ezra blushed all the way down to his feet, but as Chris had now taken possession of his mouth he wasn't able to say anything. He was barely aware of being moved over to the foot of the bed until Chris pulled away from his mouth and shifted over to his left side with Vin taking the right, and he still almost yelled his surprise when the two of them pushed him down onto the slick polyester bedspread and proceeded to use their own fully clothed bodies to anchor him in position with his arms stretched over his head. Ezra looked up at them flirtatiously. "Aren't the two of you somewhat overdressed?"

He got no answer save a pair of wicked chuckles, and then two hot mouths latched onto his nipples and began to nurse while two hands slid down his body to meet around his already straining cock, clasping and unclasping in a slow, pulsing rhythm while the rough cotton and denim they were wearing rubbed maddeningly against his bare skin, teasing him to an even higher level of arousal just with the knowledge that he was naked and at their mercy. Ezra came in moments with a sharp cry that was at once satisfied and needy, and he allowed himself to float through the brief afterglow and just enjoy the raspy, wet sensation of two tongues cleaning the seed from his chest and abdomen; he opened his eyes just in time to see his two lovers share a deep kiss over his body. He smiled. "That was a very adequate reward, gentlemen-"

The two men pulled apart and Vin chuckled evilly. "Oh hell no, that weren't your reward, Ez; that was just the presentation ceremony." He winked at Chris. "Cowboy, how many times do you think we can make him come?"

"I'd say at least three or four more-"

Ezra wriggled in their renewed hold, his eyes widening. "Oh no, the last time you played this game I was-"

"Stuck in bed for a whole day," Chris finished for him. He leaned in and kissed the Southerner tenderly but thoroughly. "We had to wait on you hand and foot, you couldn't hardly move. Think we should aim for that again."

"Ya never want anyone to do anything for you, Ez," Vin added, getting in a kiss of his own. "Was nice, takin' care of you like that. It's about time we did it again."

"But-but the paperwork-"

"If you didn't recognize that as just an excuse to get you in my room for the afternoon, then you need this worse than I thought," Chris chuckled. "And our plane doesn't leave 'til tomorrow afternoon, so no worries there."

He sat up and started shedding his clothes, leaving Vin to keep the Southerner pinned, and as soon as Chris was down to bare skin he andthe sharpshooter traded places. Chris started with a possessive kiss, scouring the inside of Ezra's mouth with his tongue, and then began to work his way down the compact body until he was positioned between Ezra's legs. Avoiding the reawakening cock, he cupped and gently squeezed the tender balls in one hand while one slick finger probed teasingly at the tight hole and then slipped inside.

While Chris was slowly preparing the smaller man, Vin crawled up to the head of the bed and positioned himself so that his cock dangled just above Ezra's eager mouth. "You want this, baby?" he crooned, and received his answer in the form of a pink tongue that shot out and licked the weeping tip of his erection. Ever so slowly he began to lower his hips so that his hard shaft eased its way into that welcoming mouth, and then began to thrust shallowly in and out in the same rhythm Chris was maintaining with his fingers as he stretched Ezra's tight hole to receive him. Leaning down, Vin himself licked the tip of the Southerner's already straining erection, savoring the briny taste that spread across his tongue. Ezra moaned around his mouthful, the vibration making Vin shudder and he turned desperate eyes up to Chris. "Oh Cowboy, please-"

Chris responded to his plea by withdrawing his fingers and lifting Ezra's hips which also had the effect of forcing the Southerner's erection farther into Vin's mouth and sliding his own rod into Ezra's welcoming heat in one smooth thrust. Ezra moaned again and slid his hands up from Vin's thighs to the sharpshooter's firm buttocks, kneading the smooth flesh and at the same time holding Vin's hips still so that he could suckle strongly at his cock. Vin threw back his head and keened, and Chris took that opportunity to lean forward and capture his mouth, all the while continuing to pound smoothly into Ezra's tight heat. The three of them climaxed almost simultaneously, and Vin rolled to one side allowing Chris to fall forward onto his elbows, scouring the sharpshooter's seed out of the Southerner's mouth while he slowly eased his softening member out of the smaller man's body.

And then, over Ezra's weak and not entirely heartfelt protests, Chris traded places with Vin and they started all over again. It took everyone longer to come the second time, and as they lay curled together afterwards just enjoying the afterglow Vin reached across Ezra's body to drift a tender caress across Chris' spent cock. "If we're goin' for four, I think we'll have to come up with another plan." He leaned up off Ezra's shoulder just enough so that he could look Chris in the eye the eye that was open, anyway. "You got any ideas?"

Chris grinned at him. "I have a few things in my suitcase that might do the trick." He shut his eyes again and nuzzled Ezra's hair, then kissed the top of his head when the undercover agent turned drowsily into the caress. "Brought some extra batteries, too."

Ezra's green eyes flickered open and a vague, sleepy expression of alarm swept across his face. "Batteries?"

"Oh yeah, that'll work." Vin rolled over on top of Ezra and started to kiss him lazily while Chris dragged himself off the other side of the bed to root around in his suitcase. He chuckled into Ezra's mouth when a sharp buzzing noise from behind them caused the Southerner to jump slightly. "Three and four here we come, baby; we might damn well need a wheelchair just to get you on the airplane tomorrow."

Ezra's protesting groan was swallowed up by Vin's mouth-but he still returned the kiss not at all unhappily. After all, this was his reward.