Title: Deal of a Lifetime (AU)

Author: Cee

Rating: NC-17 Slash

Fandom: Magnificent Seven

Warnings: This deals with bondage and slavery.

Disclaimer: Wish it was different, but, it's not. I don't own these guys. I'm just renting them until I am finished with them. Maybe when I'm done, they will be returned unharmed. (Like I said, MAYBE)

Pairing: Mostly Chris/Vin naturally. But, could be more than that later.

Summary: Chris is Master of an Island in the Pacific. An island where your deepest sexual fantasies can come true. He has gone through his entire life here without any emotional attachment. Until, a scruffy looking Texas happens to come to HIS island, and change his life forever!

Distribution: Yes, please. Just let me know where!

Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated Pards!

Deal Of A Lifetime
By Cee

Chapter 1

Chris Larabee has been Master of this Island for over 5 years. It had been that long since he lost his wife and son in a tragic explosion at his office. Somebody had been trying to kill him, and his family got in the way.

So, he packed up what little he could, and moved here. His best and oldest friend, Buck Wilmington had told him about this Island and how healing it could be. 'Yeah right.' He thought, after he came and saw how much 'Healing' they offered him. More like, how much sex was offered. He wasn't interested in that, but, as a favor to Buck, he stayed. Now, he was Master of the same Island he had scoffed at 5 years earlier. He was the most patient of any Master this Island had ever had. HE was the reason business had boomed in the past few years.

He was to greet the guests in the main chambers. So, he dressed in his usual black leather skin tight pants, and shirt. This outfit clung to every curve and muscle on his body, making him the most desired of all the trainers of the island.

He sat on his throne, and looked out at the guests. He wasn't really into this today. For it was the anniversary of Sarah and Adam's death. He had wanted to get drunk, alone in his penthouse. But, Buck had goaded him into this, saying it would change his life forever.

As he scanned the room, his eyes fell on a figure, huddled at a man's feet. He had a leash and collar that seemed too tight. He also saw the bruises. Some faded, some recent. That made him growl. No one deserved to be treated as such. He gasped, when a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes looked up at him briefly before the leash was tugged, and the pet hung his head. 'Pet, he's no more a pet than a cobra.' Chris thought to himself. He knew then, he would have to do whatever was necessary to free this young man from his bondage.

He glanced at Ezra, who stood next to him. Ezra watched Chris as he stared at the young man, and knew his expertise would be needed. He too felt that no one should ever be considered someone's pet. He nodded at Chris, telling the dark clad man that he had formed a plan.

Ezra walked up to the man who handled the leash. "Excuse me, gentlemen, but, I consider myself a very good judge of character. I believe you would be very interested in a little poker game that will commense this evening. I assure you, it would be worth your while." He said, smiling at the man, but, hating the fact that the leash was pulled tight, and the young man gasped for breath.

James Lucas stared at the gambler, not believing he had the courage to approach him. Not many had that kind of courage, or stupidity, depending on your point of view. He tightened his hold on the leash, not even hearing the sudden gasp, as his pet's air was cut off. "Mister, you say there's a poker game tonight? What are the stakes?"

"As high as you can ever imagine. This island has many things to offer someone such as yourself. Pleasure beyond your imagination." Ezra answered, knowing the response he would get.

"I have my pleasure right here at my feet. This pet pleases me anytime, and anywhere."

Chris heard this, as well as Buck. Both growled low in their throats. "I'd like to please you, you son of a bitch." Buck hissed.

"Same here. Say, like, down in our 'dungeon?'" Chris added.

Buck nodded, and continued to listen to the exchange.

Ezra hid the distaste he had for this man "I imagine he does just that. However, if you want even more than your wildest dreams to come true, you will join us in the game tonight. It will be held right here in the hall."

Lucas thought about it, as he twirled the leash around his fingers. Watching his pet pleasure others would be fun and arousing. Maybe he would join in even. "I will be there."

"Excellent." Ezra exclaimed, though he wanted nothing more that to punch that sadistic look of Lucas' face. "I shall meet you here at 8 tonight." He turned and joined Chris and Buck.

Lucas looked down at his pet. "You will please as many as I deem worthy of you. My pet, you are in for a long night."

Vin looked up slightly, catching the black clad man's green gaze. 'Help me.'

Chris nodded slightly. 'I'll be there.' He turned to Ezra. "What's your plan?"

Ezra looked back slightly at Lucas and saw the brief exchange between the knelt man, and his boss, his friend. "That poor excuse of solid formity will be in a poker game tonight with myself, Josiah, and Nathan." He smiled. "He's not much of a card player, and he will find himself short of funds to cover the pot soon after the games begin. I plan on offering to take the life of that young man as payment. He will soon be free of that cretin."

Buck smiled. He saw that look in Chris' eyes, and had only seen it once before. He knew that if that young man was at his old friend's side, he would slowly come back to the way he was 6 years ago. Long before the tragic end of his family's lives. He leaned over and whispered in Ezra's ear. "I hope for his sake, that you are as good at cheating tonight as you ever are."

Ezra gasped. "My dear sir. I do not cheat! Besides, it would not be needed anyway. That cretin doesn't stand a chance against us tonight! He might find himself more than 6 feet under. Especially if he treats that young man the same way as he has since he came in here. If there's any more bruises on him tonight, I daresay there will be blood spilt!"

Buck looked at Chris. "You couldn't be more right, Ez. You couldn't be more right."

Chris had that look. That deadly glare of his was boring a hole in Lucas' head. "Yes, there will be bloodshed tonight. Only it won't be ours, or his." He said, nodding at the young man. "He's spilled more than his fair share. NO MORE!" He hissed.

Josiah watched all this from his position near the door. He saw the look pass over Chris' face, and followed his gaze until it landed on that young man with long auburn hair, and blue eyes. His own eyes went wide. 'My God!' He thought. 'How did he wind up with him?'

Chapter 2

Chris watched as preparations were made for the poker games that night. It was by choice as to who would play, and he wondered if James would be willing to chance a few hands with the Island's gambler. He wanted nothing more than to see that young man with the long hair and the damndest bluest eyes he ever laid eyes on away from that piece of wasted space. Chris had an idea as to what the young man had been forced to do, and was determined to take him away from that living hell, even if he had to kill James to do it!

Ever since the first time he laid eyes upon that beautiful man, Chris had dreamt of holding that body next to his, of having those arms wrapped around him tightly, caressing every inch of him, lighting a fire inside that had been out for far too long. To feel that long hair flow over his heated flesh, and how that young man would feel when he learned he had nothing to fear anymore

That was what woke him up every night. Knowing he would have to prove to the young man that he was not someone to fear, that he was someone who would love him unconditionally. Completely.

Chris was shocked when James entered, pulling on 2 leashes. He had another young man with him. This one looked nothing more than a kid. Long dark hair hung over his eyes, but, there was enough room there for Chris to see dark brown eyes. Chris noticed Buck tense, and knew that his oldest friend would take care of that young man himself, once they both were away from James.

James had a smile on his face. He knew he would win big tonight. At the poker table, where he would take everyone for what they had, and then, later that night, when he took more pleasure from the torture he would inflict on his properties. He would enjoy tonight most immensely. He came to the Island to look for more toys he would buy, then leash to him as well.

He sat at the table, and smiled when his toys knelt down beside him on either side. Both had their heads down, in total submission.

Ezra cringed internally as he watched this garbage take his seat at the table. Ezra would own this table tonight, of that he had no doubt. He would also take these two poor victims of cruel fate away from this cocky, arrogant, bastard. James would not inflict any more pain on them, ever.

Josiah sat beside Ezra. He would play tonight also. He watched as Vin knelt down on the floor, beside James, and lower his head. This was not the same young boy he saw on the streets back in Denver. The young man was brave and courageous, taking on anyone who dared hurt a child. Josiah had doctored the many cuts and bruises the young man had endured. But, that child he defended was at least safe.

Now, he looked upon that young boy, and saw someone he didn't know. He wanted that courageous boy back, and he would kill to get him. He looked at Ezra and saw the same contempt in those jade green eyes that filled his own. He glanced over at Chris and Buck, and the rage that flowed out of their eyes would have chilled him had he not shared the same emotion himself.

"Shall we begin, gentlemen?" Ezra asked, hiding his anger and disdain professionally. He was indeed a con man. He knew how to hide his own feelings behind that mask of indifference.

"Of course. I would like nothing better than to come out the victor." James replied, smiling down at Vin. "In more ways than one." He whispered, as he caressed the hair that hid the face he knew so well.

Vin closed his eyes tightly. Hating to feel that hand on him. He chanced a glance towards the bar, making sure he would not be noticed by the man in the chair. His eyes caught another pair. These were green, and held a rage so volatile, that it made Vin wince and shudder. He knew that rage was directed at him. He had just violated a cardinal rule. Do not look around, keep your head down, and eyes shut. He looked back down, and resigned himself to his fate. He would be punished harshly for that.

J.D. caught another man looking at him. These eyes held compassion and understanding. He wished more than anything that it was for him, but, he knew different. He was not one to be so lucky. He had felt any compassion or love since his Mom died a few years ago. That left him all alone in the world, and didn't keep him from falling into James' hands. At least Vin would take most of the punishment when J.D. had been threatened. That kept him somewhat safe. His dream now was to be rid of James, and anyone like him.He looked at Vin, and knew his friend was indeed hurting. He hid it well from others, but, J.D. knew the punishment that was handed out last night was painful for him. He knew ribs were broken, and his ankle had swollen to three times it's normal size. Vin was indeed in pain.

Chris saw those blue eyes gaze at him briefly. He read into those eyes, and saw more than what was visible. He saw pain, intense pain. Both physical and emotional. He knew he had a lot of work to do, and he would do it. Once Ezra had won them both in this game of chance. He was hurt when those eyes fell away from him in fear. He knew his rage that had shown through him had everything to do with that.

"Start the game." He growled.

Ezra nodded, and dealt the first hand. He smiled to himself. He knew he dealt a winning hand to James. Only to encourage higher stakes.

A few hours later found James had run out of money. The pot was huge, and he knew he had a good chance of winning. He just didn't have enough of his own to add. "I'm busted, I have nothing left."

Ezra smiled. "Oh, but, good sir. You do indeed have something left."

"And, that would be?" James asked hesitantly.

"Your two wards. If you offer them as collateral, I would be so inclined to keep you in this game. If not, you are to be escorted off this Island, never to return." Ezra stated.

James paled. "These boys? You want me to put them up in order for me to continue playing? Are you crazy?" He was not about to lose the two most profitable assets he had.

"I am sure they are worth more to you than your pride. Are you telling me you have a losing hand?" Ezra asked.

James looked at his cards. He knew his was the winning hand. "No. You want them as collateral? They're worthless actually. But, anything to keep playing." He tossed the leashes into the pot.

"I call." Josiah said, showing his hand. Pair of 8's, and a pair of Kings.

James laid his out. A Full House.

Ezra smiled. "I see Lady Luck is with you tonight. As I only have 2 pairs myself."

James smiled, and reached for the leashes, and the pot. Ezra's hand stopped him.

"Excuse me, I wasn't finished." He laid out his cards. "I said 2 pairs. 2 pairs of Aces." He said, smiling widely showing his gold tooth.

James' anger flared. "You cheat!"

Chris came over, and cocked a gun. "He doesn't cheat. You lose. Cut your losses, and get off my Island." He growled.

Buck pulled James out of his chair, and shoved him out the door, where two guards took him, and headed for the tarmac. "IF YOU EVER SHOW YOUR FACE HERE AGAIN, I'LL KILL YOU!" Buck screamed.

Josiah went over to Vin, and helped him up, as Ezra checked on J.D. "Son, are you alright?" He asked, as he pulled the young man to him.

Vin winced at the tight embrace. He shivered slightly.

Josiah pulled him away. "What's wrong, Vin?"

Vin didn't answer. Kept his head down.

Josiah looked at Chris. Neither knew what to make of this.

J.D. answered. "James was ruthless to him last night. Beat him severely, and then, he......he......" He couldn't finish. Tears came to his eyes. Ezra held him tightly.

Chris growled. He turned to Buck. "Go get him." He hissed. " 'I' want his ass in the basement."

Buck nodded and left to catch the plane. He would inflict some punishment of his own before Chris laid his hands on him.

Josiah led Vin out of the room, and to the infirmary, where he knew Nathan would be. "It'll be alright now, son. We'll take care of you." He vowed to Vin.

Vin just followed the big man's lead. He didn't know what else to do. It was what he had done for so long, it was second nature to him. He didn't know what would happen to him, but, he would only do as he was told. Didn't want any more beatings....or anything else.


Chapter 3

Chris stood back, and watched as Nathan worked on Vin. He noticed that no matter what the healer did to Vin to check for injuries, Vin had not made a sound, had not made a face. In fact, if Chris didn't know any better, he would swear that was a stone statue lying there instead of an injured man. Just what in the hell had been done to the young man to force him to accept any pain?

Nathan swore under his breath at the extent of this young man's internal injuries. There were multiple contusions on the torso, 4 broken ribs, a severe concussion, and a seriously twisted ankle, and knee. He checked for internal bleeding and was somewhat relieved to find none existed.

He knew his boss was waiting impatiently for his report, as well as another young man who came with Buck. He looked back, and saw a full hallway filled with anxious men. For some reason, they were all deeply concerned for this young man lying before him. He looked again at his young patient, and suddenly understood. This one would bring back the man dressed in black. At least closer to what he used to be before the tragedy that took his wife and son.

J.D. waited impatiently beside Buck. He knew now he was safe. Now, he was concerned about his friend. The one who took most of the violent beatings and allowed himself to be shackled and assaulted brutally. He remembered some nights that he wasn't sure Vin would make it through the night. For some strange reason, something had kept him from going through death's door. He looked at the man in black, and saw the anger and rage in that glare he was giving to the man working on Vin. What was that all about? Who was Vin to him?

Nathan came out, and stood face to face with Chris, facing that glare, and trying not to show his unease. "He's in bad shape." He stuttered.

"We all know that, Nate. Tell us all of it." Josiah said. He was deeply concerned about his friend. This was a young man who fought for the underdog, for the young children who could not defend themselves. And, paid the price himself. He wanted to know what Vin would be going through now.

"He's got 4 broken ribs, a severe concussion, and his knee and ankle both are screwed up. They're not broken, but, he's gonna think they are with the problems he's gonna have with them. He's not bleeding internally, that's a plus there."

"Was he sexually assaulted?" Ezra asked. He remembered how James looked at Vin during the game. It made the gambler ill.

Nathan sighed. "Brutally." He whispered.

Chris had heard enough. He stormed inside the room, and took his place by the young man's side. He looked back at Buck, when he entered. Taking the young man's hand in his own, "I'll leave James for later. I want his entire team of no good walking trash on my Island within 24 hours. Tell our boys there's a huge bonus if they bring each one here. Dead or alive." He growled.

Buck smiled. "It's gonna get hot here real soon, son." He said to J.D. "Chris don't play games. Your friend will be safe from now on. That I can promise you for him." He said, nodding to Chris. "As for you, you are gonna stay with me. When this is over, I would like you to keep staying with me, but, it will be your choice, kid." There was more than friendship being offered here. "I know you've got a lot to deal with, and I won't pressure you. Just know, the offer stands."

Vin was lost in a nightmare. He was tied to a bedpost, and being beaten. For what, he did not know, but, it really didn't matter. James was vicious, and didn't need a reason. He was going to go for J.D., but, Vin stepped in front, defying him. That must have been it. He would not allow the man to hurt the kid.

Vin was thrashing around on the bed, trying to protect himself from the blows. He wasn't making any sounds, just moving erratically.

Chris snatched those wrists, and pinned them down. "Easy, there cowboy. Easy, you're safe. YOU ARE SAFE!" He screamed.

'SAFE!' reached Vin through his foggy, nightmare filled mind. He stopped thrashing, and opened his eyes. What he saw, in those green eyes staring back at him, his wrists pinned down beside him, he would have thought he was going to be punished again. But, those eyes held no anger or malice towards him. Would he be safe? Or, was this a trick?

"It's no trick. I mean it, you're safe here." Chris whispered. For some reason, he saw those questions in those unbelievably blue eyes. It was like he was looking at the other part of himself in those eyes. He saw all the way into this man's soul. He kept himself from shuddering, determined to be strong for this new friend of his. He knew this young man needed someone strong and protective. Someone who would help him get his life back together after having it fractured by ruthlessness and cruelty. Chris was bound and determined to do that. No matter who he had to kill.

END PART 7