Tor swallowed, but Denno grinned happily.
“Ah! Finally then. Yes, I can see it now…” The scene that was set was graphic and precise, even to the timing. From when Tor would walk in to when Denno would penetrate him from behind and what positions would be used. Tor shook a little, not having to fake it. The whole thing sounded really embarrassing and uncomfortable. But he didn't say anything, because all the others acted as if it were an actual plan, not just teasing. Two of the guards had shifted their weapons to him, as if expecting an attack, but the whole thing, crazy as it might be, as gross as it sounded to him, was when the escape would come. If he could get everything in place in time. Otherwise he'd probably end up doing all that stuff himself and really… He'd rather not.
Glost laughed and clapped at the idea, his inner self watching Tor and actually feeling happy that this was making him so uncomfortable. Daria was watchful too, but didn't really seem to care. Amused by the idea, but not invested in it. Denno felt internally… cunning. Still if he had a plan of his own, other than using Tor for sex against his will, it wasn't something that was readily seen.
“Um, I don't suppose I get a say in all this?” Tor asked softly. They all ignored him.
Sigh.
It was set up for two days later, Denno crafting things carefully to guide Glost and Daria so easily that Tor really did wonder if the man couldn't have just walked out at any time? The others didn't even get that he was controlling them. If that was how it was, why hadn't he escaped on his own? Well, for his part Tor decided to sulk and act disgruntled.
It wasn't hard to pull off.
Everyone laughed at him, but after the meal they left him alone in his room, to sulk probably. He took a small metal piece that sat on a table, disabled the device inside, meant to listen to him at a guess, and started working, using it as the housing for the device he wanted. Food came and he had to rouse to eat, but other than that he worked. For two days and nights, the guards coming for him on the morning of the third day, which wasn't exactly the set time, but would work well enough. Tor just hoped to all the gods that Denno always wore the same blue outfit, like a prisoner’s uniform. If he was wearing something else this wasn't going to work. If that was the case Tor had decided to simply try and fight their way out. Actually going along with the whole plan, magically put out to the homes of everyone in Austra for their titillation, was just too much for him to handle.
At the door of the cell he looked through to see Denno waiting for him, hands clasped in front of him and dressed in blue.
Thank god.
Now for the hard part.
Tor was let in, a full twenty guards suggesting he comply fully by holding dangerous looking weapons at him of varying types. They apparently really didn't get that those wouldn't work at all. He’d have thought Daria would have clued them in. She knew what magic was and had used it, seen a lot of it even at Debbie’s device shop. Knew that he could make it too, even if she thought it was some kind of secret science.
Moving slowly, reluctantly, Tor walked across the room and embraced the man carefully, awkwardly, and kissed him on the lips using his best form.
“Ready lover?” Tor said, hoping the man wouldn't think he really meant for them to have sex. Because if that was the case, the foreplay was about to be really disappointing.
“Always.”
Then Tor activated the sigil on the small metal sphere and walked the other man backwards, pushing him a little roughly onto the low bed at the back of the room.
Chapter Six
When they hit the bed Tor pushed Denno through the wall behind them, coming out on the other side with only a little struggle, when the good looking Ancient panicked a bit. Apparently just going through the wall hadn't seemed like the obvious plan? A guard room with screens that showed the inside of the room, where Tor and Denno were making out on the man’s bed. There was a guard wearing a gray one-piece watching the screen, chuckling as he did, but he didn't look down to see the two men under his desk.
Denno was wide eyed but stayed silent and crawled to the far end of the set up, leading to a corner, going left would take them back into the room they'd come from, so Tor was opting for straight, but Denno placed a slow and gentle hand on his back and shook his head when Tor turned around, pointing at the wall to the right. Tor nodded that he got the idea, his way wasn't going to work and the guy that knew where things were suggested going another direction entirely. But could they get there without the guard seeing them?
In the end all they could do was wait for a chance. The scene would last forty minutes, then the fake images of them would sit up and put their clothing back on and move to the table to talk. No sound would come out then though. There would be grunts and murmurs before then, hopefully when appropriate. Tor didn't really know. It wasn't like this was anything he'd done before. The whole scene was just made up after all.
The guard moved forward to watch the screen suddenly and Denno pushed Tor into action. Getting through the wall into a stairwell behind the stone material, smooth and bland, was no harder than a tree and took less time over all, since it was only about a foot thick. From there Denno led, running quickly, faster than Tor could go, but not so much so that he got lost. Finally, after climbing not five, but six flights of stairs, Denno pointed at another wall and grimaced. There would be a fall, Tor knew. When they left the building Denno rolled out of the fall, only about ten feet up, but Tor didn't have that skill, so landed with his legs nearly straight, the force of the whole thing going into the ground with a small pop. The other man looked worried for a bit, but Tor waved him on. Shields were nifty that way, taking the force of falls for you.
In the open Denno was faster than Tor by far. After about a minute of panting and struggling to keep up, being left far behind, Denno stopped, freezing by a fence made of metal, gray and oppressive. Inside hundreds, maybe thousands, of gray suited military men worked and trained. It took a minute for Tor to get what he was looking at. Inside the fence wasn't a military base, it was an assassin training facility. This was clear, because all the men inside were a single individual. All with eyes that had whites, but the rest was a pure black, eerie and off putting.
Larval.
Clones designed to ruthlessly take out any target, anywhere in the world.
Tor got ready to panic, but held himself still for the moment, taking in the scene, trying to count how many there were and how big the facility was. Huge. When he got to three hundred men, Denno started running again, this time towards the sea. On the beach he stopped and looked at Tor meaningfully.
“I don't know the plan…”
Of course not. Now they had to swim. Three miles out into the ocean and hope that Burks hadn't gone into town for a snack. Tor said this with a grin, as if he were joking and moved to the water, swimming as best he could
Denno might have been faster than he was, but after a few minutes the work was obviously getting hard for him to keep up. This wasn't a sprint after all. At fifteen minutes the man started to struggle, so Tor had to slow down and let him keep up. It took nearly two hours to get far enough out, and it was the place where he'd planned to wait, he guessed. It was really hard to tell. Looking down into the water Tor couldn't see anything, so they floated and treaded in place for a while.
He could make a craft for them, true. Tor could do it at any time, having one around his neck even, but that might show up to the Austran science and he didn't want to force them into action just yet.