Tor slightly of what a walnut shell would have looked like if it was perfect and unbroken by shadow. The eyes were brown, simple and clear and the hair black, like Tor's own. Then again, even if they looked as different as they did, they were, in some strange fashion the Ancients had crafted, brothers. Tor bowed to the man, noting that he'd held to looking about twenty-five or so. Burks could make himself look older too, apparently something he'd personally be able to do as well, eventually.
“Little Brother! You've come at last to relieve my boredom then? So good to meet you in person, not that I doubted you would come, given everything. Well, patience is the trick to everything, isn't it? Please, come in, come in… I see that Glost and Daria have brought a feast for us! Excellent, I've grown a bit bored eating alone, though the food hasn't been stinted… I just sometimes don't get to see anyone for days at a time, two or three days, even. Except guards. Nice fellows, but not allowed to chat much. Come sit when you are ready!” He smiled, but didn't try to touch anyone.
A single covert glance gave that away, six armed men had moved in behind them to prevent escape or trouble. They wore simple gray outfits, like Daria’s tan one, and held rounded silver and black tubes directly at Denno. Apparently Tor wasn't thought a threat at all. Good. He wasn't there to fight with them anyway, was he? Looking at Brown he smiled and gave a slow blink, showing he'd gotten the message the man had just sent him. It wasn't subtle really and Tor didn't want to give it all away so he acted pleased to meet the man, but a little bored.
“Two or three days? Why I could barely go two without going crazy, you must be strong to endure such. Well, I'm sure that the Premier will let me visit occasionally now that I'm here. Though you must promise not to be in the way all the time! He was just telling me how you are, always meddling. That's a bad habit you know. Burks does that too, and it's a pain. At the same time he keeps telling me that I need to let other people do things for themselves. It's hypocritical, don't you think?” Tor didn't sneer, that wasn't something he did well, so instead he put his hands on his hips.
The key to the Ancient’s secret message system was simple, you just twitched or tapped on the word you wanted to emphasize. The slow blink told the other that a message was being passed, that or hooded lids, the rest was just a matter of controlling what you did and when. It was awkward, but so far no one had seemed to catch on.
Denno had just told him that he'd be ready and wanted to know if it would be two or three days. The man had waited years and seemed a little impatient now. Tor had confirmed two days. He had the route down the stairs now. What he needed were just some items to help Denno out of the cell and weapons in case things fell apart. Or better, a shield for the man. That the guy might be setting him up was still possible. Handing him death weapons would be a mistake until he knew for certain.
A table was set up and the meal almost seemed cozy, except for the armed guards who acted as if the small dark man was going to kill them all suddenly, without warning. After a while he looked at the guards under hooded lashes and then winked at Tor.
“For some reason they keep thinking I'm going to jump up and do battle with them. They're like this all the time, even while I sleep. Really it's over done a bit. I mean, how dangerous can I be then? What am I going to do, snore at them?” His voice was a little pissy and cold.
No secret message there, the Ancient was simply watched all the time and had told him that flat out. Ah. So if Tor was coming in he'd have to do something about the guards? He had weapons that could kill them, and could make non-lethal ones, but all of those would leave them a chance to sound an alarm or call out an alert.
Daria interjected then, needling the man.
“Must make it awkward to masturbate, huh? Want me to come in and do it for you? Or… you only like guys, right? So maybe Tor could?”
Denno laughed at her, a long and loud thing, meant to be derisive.
“Girl, don't try using that on me. I won't sleep with you because I don't like you. I like women just fine, I just prefer them sane. As for having Tor do things for me like that, well, I wouldn't say no. I always wanted Green too, but he never would. Kind of prude really, when you get down to it. How about you Tor, are you as big a prude?”
Honestly he was. Worse really, at least as far as he could tell. But the idea was for Denno and him to meet to… Ugh. It was a good enough plan, but Tor couldn't… Glost smiled wickedly and watched with a cunning eyes as Tor squirmed uncomfortably.
“Why what a wonderful idea! Yes, we'll deliver him to you for the purpose Denno. Maybe you can show him the wonders of your flesh? The two of you will make such a lovely pair! In fact I think I'll televise the whole thing. Yes, I like the idea! Oh ho!”
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.
