Dry Country

Dry Country By: boysluvcraft
Part three…

It had been an exceptionally busy day for everyone on the Tantei 4 complex, after the water spontaneously started surging out of the well. The workmen had to hastily clear the site of all equipment else it become lost in the swelling reservoir. Lucky for them, the equipment was designed to be portable for the eventuality that the team should move on to a new site. All the machines were self-contained and on wheels. As were the trailers that could be hitched up to the bobcat and dragged away. None the less, packing things up and moving was still a straining job, especially in such a constricted time frame. Toya predicted the whole site would be ten feet underwater before the week was out. So, they determined to have the site cleared before the day was out.

At the end of the day Yusuke dragged himself into Koenma’s room--where he was temporarily staying-- and flopped down on the couch along the near wall. He sat there for some time just feeling his feet throb and his muscles ach. He was disturbed from this meditation when the door opened and his temporary room mate, Koenma, dragged in looking about as worn out as he was.

“Hard day, boss man?” Yusuke drawled.

Koenma fell onto the couch next to Yusuke. He said while rubbing his temples, “The boy’s in communications and I have been making and taking phone calls all day. Man, my heads killing me.”

“I take it all the big wigs are happy with our discovery and are already busy taking full credit for it?” Yusuke smirked as he raised an arm to put around Koenma’s shoulders. He hissed slightly at the dull pain that lanced through his sore shoulder at the moment.

“Oh for sure,” Koenma said, leaning closer to Yusuke so the man’s arm could sit at a more comfortable angle. “When those old coots announce this to the public I’m sure they’ll make it sound as if they were the ones out in that hot desert digging a hole. By the way, you and your men get everything moved out there?”

“We moved everything out of the water,” Yusuke told him, “But we still want to move everything at least a hundred yard from were the water’s raising. Man, Toya says this thing is gonna get huge, like a lake or something. Soon we‘ll be looking out the south widows and all we‘re gonna see is beach!”

“You sound excited,” Koenma noted.

“Excited?” Yusuke snorted, “I’m too exhausted.”

“I’m think I’m getting a little excited, “Koenma went on, “We’re going to have a beach on our doorstep. This could be my opportunity to see you in a Speedo.”

“We don’t got no bathing suits, Babe. This is a desert,” Yusuke laughed.

“You’re right,” Koenma nodded decisively, “It’ll have to be a nude beach.”

Yusuke busted out into a full belly laugh, “Man, you are in some kind of mood tonight aren’t ya, Koenma.”

“Sort of,” Koenma shrugged. “Did Toya give you my message?”

“The one about celebrating and stuff? Yeah. The guys and I were talking about it while we packed up. You really don’t have much to worry about, they like simple stuff; real food, good beer, some kind of entertainment… Chu suggested the company fly in some hookers, but I don’t think we’re gonna go there. I’ve got Kuwabara writing up a list, you can look it over in the morning.”

“I‘ll see what I can do and what they can send us. I think I can at least get a few cases of beer on the next supply shipment,” Koenma told him, lying his head on Yusuke‘s chest. “Hey, Yusuke…” He said softly.

“Hmm?”

“You reek.”

“Yeah, I need a shower,” Yusuke smirked, “Wanna join me.”

Koenma whispered, “Yeah.”

Immediately Yusuke’s eyes widened and his spine straightened. He was only kidding when he asked Koenma, but… “Okay, let’s go.”

Yusuke hauled Koenma up and led him to the single showered bathroom that was a joined to Koenma’s room. They stripped quickly without the usual banter. Koenma punched in his ID number and the shower cycle commenced. Yusuke wasted no time, pulling Koenma under the spray with him. Yusuke kissed him fast, hard, and deep as the water rushed warmly over his back. Without breaking contact he moved Koenma around so that he could be wetted. It was a wonder any water reached their fronts, they were so closely pressed together. Yusuke stroked his love’s back, down to his hip, and over his round bottom. For just a moment his fingers ghosted across the cleft there. Koenma jumped. The motion caused his hips move over Yusuke’s, stroking both of their arousals. Koenma moaned and started to wiggle and arch his body into Yusuke’s, so hungry for more of that ever elusive friction between them. Yusuke planted both his hands on Koenma’s hips, applying the pressure they were both starved for.

“Hah-ah! Yusuke,” Koenma moaned and turned his head to suckle at Yusuke’s neck.

“Ngh, oh… Koenma… baby,” Yusuke thrilled at the sounds and the sensations his wet beloved excited in him.

The soap faze started. Yusuke gathered handfuls of the foam and rubbed it thoroughly into Koenma’s skin. He stepped back to later the soap on his front, paying special attention to his nipples and his lower regions. Koenma did the same for him, exciting Yusuke to new levels. Then the rinse faze started and Koenma’s hands continued to slip and slide over his heated body.

“Oh damn, Koenma, this is hot,” Yusuke panted.

“Yusuke,” Koenma gasped, “I-I want to taste you!”

“Ahh!” Yusuke cried out after Koenma dropped to his kneed and took his swollen manhood into his mouth. “Oh damn, oh shit, fuck!”

Yusuke’s arms shot out so he could brace himself up against the wall. Koenma dipped his head down to lick a long swipe from Yusuke’s balls up to his tip, exciting a massive drop of precum to well up out of him. Koenma continued on, wrapping his lips around the weeping head. Koenma couldn’t take him very deep, being new at giving blow jobs and all. He didn’t know how to take it deep without gagging. But what he lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm. He moaned and sighed as he slurped Yusuke’s juices. The vibrations of which traveled straight down Yusuke’s cock an into the pleasure centers of his brain. Koenma had expressed an interest in trying this earlier that day, before the well erupted. But still Yusuke found the situation unbelievable. Not so long ago, Koenma was his straight-as-an-arrow totally-out-of-reach object-of-his-obsessions boss-man, and now Koenma was sucking his dick. And he was unbelievable! Yusuke scarcely even noticed that their time had run out and the water had turned off. Yusuke’s knees began to tremble. He knew he couldn’t to last to much longer.

“Ko-Koenma,” Yusuke tried to stutter out a warning, but too late. He came hard, just as Koenma pulled back to question the urgency in Yusuke’s tone.

For a split second, Yusuke was able to bask in the afterglow of his recent orgasm-- until he looked down at his lover and his shocked, semen streaked face.

“Gaah!” Yusuke exclaimed, “I’m sooo sorry, Babe! I tried to wan you, but you were doing it so good… I couldn’t hold it off.” Yusuke grabbed a wet washrag from the shower bar and began franticly cleaning Koenma’s still stunned features. Koenma’s cheek twitched a couple times and then a he emitted a fragile chuckle which soon mutated into a full laugh.

“Shit, I broke him,” Yusuke muttered worriedly as he took his boyfriend by the shoulders.

Koenma wiped happy tears out of his eyes as he quipped, “I guess I don’t have to ask you if I did it right.”

Yusuke sweat-dropped. Then regaining his smoothness, “You did great, Babe. So good in fact, I can’t wait to repay the favor.” He picked Koenma up, in spite of the man’s protests about the dangers of carrying heavy things on wet floors. He carried him into the bedroom where he spent a good deal of the evening repaying the favor. By the time the pair fell asleep they were both very happy and contented-- it was too bad it couldn’t last.

In the dead of the night Yusuke came awake to the faint sound of someone whimpering his name. He rolled over groggily to look for the source and instantly came wide awake when he found it. There was a large-- no giant man in the room. His chest was an easy three feet wide and his arms were the size of barrels. He looked like nothing less than some wild ape-man the way he slumped forward leering through with his bulging eyes, and wild hair and muttonchops the color of rust. This was all secondary observation on Yusuke’s part. The foremost thing that caught his attention was the huge, ugly knife which he held to Koenma’s naked throat.

“Better not make a sound,” the apish man grunted, “unless you want pretty boy here to lose his head.”

Yusuke swallowed hard, but didn’t make a sound.

“Smart boy,” a soft feminine voice came from the open doorway. The owner of the voice appeared to be a beautiful, voluptuous woman with soft cobalt hair. “Cute, too. Now, cutie you just hold still while I get you all wrapped up.”

The woman came forward and in a few minutes had him tied up in strong nylon ropes and then gagged him to insure his future silence. Yusuke didn’t dare fight them, not while that Neanderthal kept his blade near Koenma’s throat. Soon after she finished with him and started on Koenma, a third visitor appeared. He was a short and squatty, oily looking man.

“Miyiki, Gokumonki, are you finished with those two yet?” He spoke in an obnoxiously wheezing voice, “The boss wants to take a look at that one.” He pointed at Koenma.

“A moment, Inmaki,” The woman named Miyuki said as she finished up Koenma’s bindings, “There you go. Take him away, Goku.”

Gokumonki lifted Koenma as easily as he would feather pillow and followed Inmaki out the door. Yusuke struggled against his bindings, frantic that Koenma should be out of his sight. His attention was soon called upon by Miyuki as her long and calloused fingers stroked his cheek and down his bare chest.

“My my, you are a cute one,” she purred.

“Miyuki, get you’re ass out here and get to work!” Inmaki ordered sharply from the hall.

Miyuki growled in frustration. The sound was very unfeminine. She, called, “On my way.” Then to Yusuke, “Sorry, I’ve got work to do. See ya later, stud.”

Yusuke was left alone, tied up in the dark room, shocked to the core over these recent developments. Their company was supposed to be only one people on the desert planet 364, but now, three unknown people-- maybe more-- have shown up and attack them in the middle of the night. But why? There wasn’t anything of value on the base-- until this afternoon! It couldn’t have been just a coincidence that they attacked the night after the crew struck water. Now that the base had the only known source of water on the planet, it had become very valuable, and whoever had the base had a lot of power. They were claim jumpers! But not only that but, they had come in so quietly and dealt with the base’s occupants so precisely as if they’d been planning it for a long time-- almost as if they had inside knowledge. They were professionals.

Yusuke listened to the base. There were no sounds of struggle coming from outside his room. That meant one of two things; one, the rest of the base was still asleep and had no idea what was happening. Or two, they were all dead. Yusuke didn’t want to think of that second option. They hadn’t killed him, so why would they kill the others? Yusuke was suddenly startled from his thoughts when the door swung open. He had almost expected it to be that strange women, Miyuki, come back to molest. But it was a far more familiar profile he saw framed in the doorway, tall, thin, with long dark hair; it was Karasu! Yusuke never thought he’d be glad to see the jerk. He tried to shout out to the man, around his gag, until heard Karasu chucking darkly. Realization dawned on Yusuke. These bandits knew they had found water the day it happened, and they knew the compound well enough to storm it without rousing the occupants. Of course, they had a man on the inside the whole time.

“That’s a scary look,” Karasu noted the way Yusuke was glaring at him, “I take it you’ve figured out my role in this, Mr. Urameshi. Oh, but I’m sure there are a lot of blanks that are paining you, correct? Like the fate of your dear friends. Would you like to know what we’ve done to them? Would you like to know what I’ve done to Kurama?”

Just then the gigantic Gokumonki returned, minus one Koenma, “That’s enough, Karasu, the big man wants us to bring this one up.”

Gokumonki lifted him as easily as he had Koenma and carried him out into the hall. As soon as they were out, Yusuke noticed Risho standing along one side of the corridor. Yusuke caught his gaze and Risho averted his eyes.

“Just so you know; Karasu’s just being a jerk. You don’t gotta worry about your friends, yet,” Gokumonki’s booming voice told him, “We got this gel-putty stuff that we put around the edges of their doors while they slept. It swells up and acts like really strong glue so they can’t get out until we’re ready to deal with them. Boss won’t let no one touch them until after we’ve talked with Reikei.”

Yusuke was relieved to hear that his friends were still in one piece. His mind turned to another matter at hand, his impending meeting with these people’s boss, the one Gokumonki called “the big man”. Yusuke shuttered to think what sort of creature this boss must be for this behemoth would refer to him as “the big man”.

Yusuke was carried all the way from the barracks to the communication building. There were two men lazily standing guard right outside the place that was Koenma’s office. One was massively tall, though not as large as Gokumonki. Other than his great height, he was built like a normal person. He had light blue hair and a rather handsome face that was only slightly marred by the cross shaped scar over the bridge of his nose. The other man couldn’t have been any more different from the first if he’d stood upside-down with his head growing out of his rear. He was small, wiry, and sickly pale with a head full of long straggly ash hair. Sicker than his complexion was his eyes; they were cruel, wild, and bloodthirsty, like the eyes of a man who enjoyed torturing small animals.

Gokumonki hailed them as he approached, “Bui, Mr. Toguro sir, I’ve got the one the boss asked for.”

The small one’s voice was obnoxiously shrill when he answered, “Good. Go ahead and take him. Bother’s expecting him.”

The thug carried Yusuke into the office. The first thing he saw was Koenma, still clad in nothing but his boxer shorts and the ropes he was bound in. though his gag had been removed. His face drained to a deathly shade of white when he saw that Yusuke had been brought in. A slight movement near the window grabbed Yusuke’s attention. The man stood at the window with his back to the room. This one could only be “the big man”. He was indeed a big man. He was a few inches shorter than the man called Bui, but his chest and shoulders were significantly broader and his arms much thicker.

“Put him down right there,” the man’s deep voice boomed. “After that you are excused.”

Gokumonki deposited Yusuke on the desk as instructed and then he quickly shied away. The man turned to face Yusuke. His hair was buzzed cut and he had a handsomely angler face, however it was difficult to tell for the dark sunglasses he wore. Those glasses were hiding something more than his eyes, Yusuke could feel it. It was the same thing that caused the giant Gokumonki to cower away from this man. This man would have unmatched physical prowess and a heart of stone. It was power, terrifying and tightly contained within that massive body. This man was a killer.

“You would be Yusuke Urameshi, am I correct?” Those deep tones addressed him. Yusuke didn’t respond but only glared, so the man continued, “Allow me to introduce myself. You can call me Toguro. I’m the one heading this operation. Ah, and here comes my second. This here is my elder bother.” He indicated the sickly man whom Yusuke had already seen in the hallway.

The elder Toguro smiled coldly as he walked in, “Now brother that’s enough of the pleasantries. We were not paid to come here and socialize.”

“My bother is correct as usual,” Toguro spoke to Yusuke as he removed his gag, “You see we need to make a little phone call to your company to tell them that this site is now under our control, but the communication systems keep locking us out. We need the pass code to use anything here.”

As soon as Yusuke’s mouth was free he shouted, “I don’t use those things you morons! I don’t know any pass codes. And even if I did, why the hell should I do anything for you bastards?”

The elder Toguro chortled, “Oh, we don’t need you to give us the pass code. He has the code,” he pointed over to Koenma. “But you are going to help us get it from him.”

“Please no,” Koenma begged from his spot on the floor, “He’s only a workman. This has nothing to do with--”

“Oh really? Do you always keep a workman in your bed at night?” The elder Toguro chuckled.

“Now now brother, let’s keep this professional,” the younger Toguro absently chided.

At that point Karasu came in to join them, “Ah, it looks like I haven‘t missed the show yet. I do so love to watch you work.”

The Toguro ignored the comment, instructing, “Help my brother lay the boy out on the floor.”

With Karasu’s help the elder Toguro moved Yusuke from the desk and onto the floor, arranging him so that he laid flat on his back. With that done, the younger Toguro rested his hand on the center of Koenma’s desk. He looked up to briefly make contact with the bound project director. In the next second there was sound like a crack of thunder, the screaming of bending metal and the rending of wood. Koenma’s desk had been violently broken in two. Toguro stepped away, seemingly untaxed by the feat he’d just performed.

He addressed Koenma as he moved to kneel over Yusuke, “So, are you going to tell me the code or are you curious to see what I can do to this boy?” He carefully rested his hand on Yusuke’s trembling chest.

“Please!” Koenma sobbed, “I tell you anything, just-- just don’t harm him!”

“The pass code?”

“Mafukan,” Koenma bowed his head.

The elder Toguro moved to the computer thermal and keyed in the word. He reported, “We’re in. We now have complete control over the base and its systems.”

The other one instructed, “Then send a message to Reikei. Tell them that the Apparition Gang has taken over this station. Make sure to mention that the crew still lives, including the CEO’s baby boy. But that can be quickly fixed should they not meet our demands.”

“Demands?” Yusuke broke in on the conversation, “I don‘t get it. I thought you guys were jumping the claim on our water.”

“They are Yusuke,” Koenma corrected them, “Or rather the person who hired them is. Reikei Corp owns the rights to this land and any of its resources. Even if these thugs come in here and take the joint over, it still belongs to Reikei. And as long as it is property of Reikei, no one else can profit from it without crossing the law. So, they’re holding us hostage in exchange for the legal rights to this project. You get it now?”

“Oh,” Yusuke scrunched his brow, “But that isn’t legal either, is it?”

“Technically it is,” Koenma sighed, “Reikei legally owns this project and they can do whatever they want with it, including sighing it over to someone else. The reasons why don’t matter. And I‘m assuming these fellows are hired thugs, so whatever crimes they commit will not be traced to the company that hired them.”

“That’s very impressive,” Toguro broke in on Yusuke and Koenma’s little powwow, “Where ever did you learn how to skirt the law like that? You’ve surmised everything save for the name of our employer.”

“I learned it in ethics class at collage,” Koenma growled, “And I do know the name of your employer. There were two other companies bidding for this project one was, Black Book Technologies, owned by Gonzo Tarukane, but he suffered a mysterious accident during the bidding process and as a result his company was absorbed by the other, Portals Inc. owned by Mr. Sakyo. Reikei still out bided Portals for this project, so he’s resorted to this. I’m right aren’t I?”

“Hmm, you’re not as big of a fool as you look,” Toguro grunted, “To bad for you neither am I. I’m well aware of the surveillance camera’s in this office and I am not about to incriminate our employer in front of them. I’m done with you now. Bui, get that ape back in here to remove these two.”

“Toguro, sir,” Karasu spoke, “In the past we’ve been allowed to… find amusement among our captives…”

“Go ahead,” Toguro waved him off as if he didn’t care, but then he added sternly, “Remember we need them alive for now, so no killing or injuring without my express permission. Got that?”

“Thank you, sir,” Karasu grinned. He passed Gokumonki as he left the room in search of his amusements.

The giant man came in and gathered Yusuke and Koenma both up as if they were no more than a couple of potato sacks on his shoulders. He took them out of the office.

“Where are you taking us?” Yusuke asked casually. The large man had given him information before. He hoped he’d do it again.

“I’m just gonna put you back in the room where I found ya,” the apish man replied, “then we’ll use our sticky goo to make sure you can’t get out.”

“Ya, you told me about that stuff, “Yusuke said as if half distracted. He didn’t want to pry too hard. If the man knew the things he was divulging were of any importance, he’d shut up like the DMV at five o’ clock. Yusuke asked idly, “Just curious, but if that glue is so damned strong, how do you plan on getting us out again when ya need us.”

“Oh we got this stuff in a spray can that melts the stuff off real fast,” He told Yusuke, “And it makes your head feel all funny if you sniff it.”

“Well that explains a lot,” Yusuke muttered to himself.

He thought that Gokumonki had heard him when the man suddenly stopped, but then he heard someone talking to the man. In the position that Yusuke was in, the only thing he could see was the ape’s backside, but he recognized the voice. What was that woman’s name again?

“I just talked to Karasu,” Miyuki spoke, “He said we could have our pick of the hostages.”

“Yeah, so? They’re all men so I don’t care,” The man grunted.

“Well, I want one,” Miyuki rolled her eyes. Gokumonki was notorious for being slow on the uptake. She pointed at Yusuke, “I want that one.”

“Whatever,” the large man shrugged and handed Yusuke down to her. She accepted him, carrying him bridal style. Yusuke was surprised at easily she was able to bear up his weight.

“Hey, I don’t want to go with her!” Yusuke protested as he watched the big ape carry Koenma off into his room.

Miyuki only took Yusuke a few feet down the hall to the room that belonged to Karasu and Risho. It was currently unoccupied. Miyuki threw Yusuke down on the nearest bed and proceeded to crawl up over him.

Yusuke stuttered as her long fingers danced over his bare chest, “L-listen lady, no offence, but your not my type.”

Miyuki quirked an eyebrow, “Really are you sure about that? You don’t even know me and already you’ve decided I’m not your type.”

“Trust me lady, I don’t subscribe to what you’re selling,” Yusuke told her, “I mean come on! You found me nearly naked in bed with another guy. Doesn’t that raise any red flags for you?”

Miyuki laughed hard as if what he’d said was the funniest thing in the world. Then all of the sudden, she stopped and lashed out smacking him full across the face. While he was dazed she moved to straddle his waist. Something didn’t feel right where she sat on him. Miyuki pushed Yusuke’s hands up so she could fasten them to the headboard. Then, she leaned down close to speak to his face. Her voice sounded much deeper than it had before, “You listen. This can be a nice experience or a nasty one. It don’t make a difference to me either way, you will be my bitch.”

Miyuki was evidently pleased by the look of surprise on his face as the facts started to come together in his mind. Without losing the satisfied smirk, Miyuki moved off the bed and started to remove her clothing-- or rather his clothing. The first things to go were the shirt and along with it the bra and fake breasts, revealing a thin, but well toned chest. Then his hands traveled down to push down the baggy trousers he wore. Yusuke couldn’t help it, his jaw dropped as he made some unintelligible noise. Not only was this she a he, but he had a big one!

“You still don’t think I’m your type?” Miyuki leered at Yusuke as he stoked his hardening length.

Before Yusuke could come up with a witty and utterly useless comeback the door opened, causing both Yusuke and Miyuki to jerk. It was Karasu bearing an arm load of Kurama. Kurama was bound in a similar way as Yusuke was, but was still gagged. He didn’t appear to be hurt, but his cheeks were stained with fresh tears. Kurama was usually a pretty tough guy, there as only a few things that could make him cry.

“What did you do to Hiei?!” Yusuke spat at the dark haired man.

“I’m sorry, Yusuke,” Karasu didn’t sound sorry, “But when I went to retrieve my pet here, he got in the way and I had to subdue him.”

Kurama screamed around his gag. Karasu smiled down at him, “Did you want to say something, love?” He reached down to remove the gag.

As soon as he did Kurama cried out, “He was bleeding! I couldn’t… do anything… I looked back and Hiei was on the floor bleeding!”

“You bastard!” Yusuke cursed at him.

Miyuki intervened, “You didn’t kill him did you? The boss said not to--”

“I didn’t hit him that hard,” Karasu held up a hand to silence the cross-dresser. “But if you’re so concerned you could always go check on him yourself.”

“But,” Miyuki looked down at Yusuke, who was looking so tasty, tied to the bed wearing nothing but thin cotton boxers.

“If you don’t want to go than don’t complain,” Karasu smirked as he turned to Kurama. He drew Kurama’s arms up and tied them to the headboard in a similar fashion as Miyuki had done to Yusuke. Then he drew a thin blade from his coat pocket. For a second, horror flashed through Yusuke’s mind. He thought that Karasu is about to cut Kurama. But he was soon relieved to see that the deranged man was only using the instrument to cut Kurama’s pajamas away from him. The relief was short lived because Yusuke remembered what was going to happen to Kurama, once Karasu had ridded him of those clothes.

Yusuke’s attentions were snapped away form his friend when Miyuki’s weight settled on the bed next to him. Yusuke’s eyes meet Miyuki’s, they were large and a simmering red color, made darker by the lust that swelled behind them. He leaned in, pressing his lips against Yusuke’s. His lips were soft and tasted like cherries. Flavored lip gloss, Yusuke reasoned. The guy was wearing make up. Admittedly, the guy was a good kisser, but he was also in the process of raping him. Yusuke tried to turn his head away, but Miyuki grasped him by hair to make him hold still. None the less, Yusuke squirmed as a token protest.

Karasu laughed off to the side. Miyuki’s head shot up, “What the hell is your issue?”

“Nothing,” Karasu chuckled, “I just find it amusing. Do you always romance your victims this much?”

“Oh, shut up!” Miyuki spat.

“I was just thinking since you’re apparently such a caring and delicate lover you may appreciate some of this,” he tossed a thin bottle to Miyuki. Yusuke recognized it at one as the lubricant from Doc Shigure’s cabinet. Karasu told him, “I won’t be needing it.”

This was followed by a sharp intake of breath from Kurama, who was now completely naked. For the next few minute’s Miyuki seemed to forget about Yusuke. He watched Karasu. Making sure Kurama was watching, he lowered his fly and exposed himself. He stroked himself for a few beats, getting aroused by panic and struggling, the look of horror on the redheads face, and the curses that spilled form his lips. He unbound Kurama’s legs so he could force himself between them.

Kurama squeezed his eye’s shut and whimpered, “Hiei…”

Miyuki let out a soft growl and bent down toward Yusuke. “Which room was it?”

“Huh?” Yusuke didn’t understand.

Miyuki clarified, “The room this Hiei is in. I better go check on him. If this freak killed him and the boss finds out I ignored it… I’ll become a female the hard way, if you get my drift.”

“It’s the one in the southeast corner of the building,” Yusuke told him, “Um, if he’s real hurt there’s a doctor in that room right next to us.”

Miyuki nodded as he got up and threw his cloths on. Before he left, he leaned down to ghost his tongue over Yusuke’s lips, “When I get back, we’ll pick were we left off, cutie.”

Once again, Yusuke’s attention was yanked back on the pair in the bed next to him when Kurama gave out a sharp cry. Yusuke’s head whipped around to be greeted by the sight of Karasu moving between his sobbing friend’s legs. He wasn’t kidding when he implied that he was going to take Kurama without any lube or preparation. Rage grew up inside Yusuke like a volcano about to explode. The obscenities were in his throat ready to spill from his mouth. But then somehow, a spark of reason took hold of Yusuke, causing him to bite back his words. Yelling at the freak wasn’t going to make him stop hurting Kurama; in fact, it probably would have turned him on more. Then Yusuke realized that Karasu was preoccupied and Miyuki was gone. No one was watching him.

Quickly Yusuke tested his ropes. They were a strong nylon, hard to break, impossible to stretch. Okay Yusuke it’s time to think outside of the box, he told himself. He couldn’t break the ropes that held him to the bed-- but what about the bed? It was the same kind of bed as everyone on the base had. He knew for a fact, it was made of a cheap thin brass pipe. He had fixed Hiei’s many times after particularly zealous sessions with his boyfriend.

He spared one last glance at the two next to him to make sure Karasu wasn’t looking. The dark haired fiend was too engrossed in ravaging his friend to take note of Yusuke. He reached up to apply pressure to the bars. Almost immediately the metal began to give and bow. Just a little more and Yusuke could slip the bar out of its socket, then he’d be loose. Then the unthinkable happened, the flexing metal let out a protesting squeal. Karasu half paused in his thrusting. He almost looked toward Yusuke, but then--

“AHH!” Kurama let out a cry of pure pleasure, which garnered all of Karasu’s attention.

“Ah, did I hit your good spot?” Karasu cooed.

“No, no,” Kurama whined, tossing his head from side to side.

Karasu chuckled manically as he lowered his mouth to Kurama’s neck. Kurama moaned and sobbed intermediately as though he couldn’t control himself. Meanwhile, Karasu recommenced his brutal thrusting into Kurama. Yusuke couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Was Kurama really getting off on by this? But then Kurama caught his eye. Contrary to the sounds of uncontrolled pleasure and shame he was emitting, Kurama’s eyes were clear and focused as he looked to Yusuke. Yusuke understood. Kurama was faking it to distract Karasu while he busted out. With renewed determination Yusuke hauled on the bar. It popped out with a metallic ping! Karasu heard the ping and jolted up, but too late. Yusuke soared across the space. His two bound fists hit Karasu on the head like a club. The lights blinked out of the man’s eyes as he fell limp onto Kurama. Knowing there as not a second to spare, Yusuke rolled the man off of his friend. He quickly worked out the knots on Kurama’s hands, freeing him. Kurama, in return, loosened the ropes that held Yusuke’s wrists together.

“What are we going to do now?” Kurama asked, getting out of the bed. He winced as a sharp pain lanced up his backside.

“You okay?” Yusuke went to support him.

“He was pretty rough, but I be fine,” he gritted his teeth, “But tell me what you plan on doing now while I get some clothes on.” Kurama went to Karasu’s foot locker and started pulling out clothes. He tossed a pair of black pants and a tee-shirt at Yusuke.

As the two dressed, Yusuke told him, “I honestly haven’t thought past getting that jerk off of you.”

“Well, we do need a plan,” Kurama told him. “For starters, I suggest we tie this one up in case he wakes up.”

“Good idea. Let’s gag him too and then put him under the bed so no one will see him.” Yusuke said as he went to retrieve the ropes he had just shed. Before they could carry out their plot, there was a sound at the door.

“Fuck it’s the tranny,” Yusuke motioned Kurama back. He pressed himself to the wall next to the door. The door opened and Miyuki walked in. He saw the empty beds and Karasu on the floor. A split second latter he, too, was laid out on the floor.

“Dang it, Yusuke,” Kurama hissed, “I wanted to ask him about Hiei.”

“And risk him yelling and letting everyone else know we’re loose?” Yusuke shot back.

“Damn,” Kurama knew he was right. “Okay, let’s get these two tied up and out of the way.”

That done, Yusuke got Kurama up to speed. He told him what these people were after and all the things Koenma had said. He also told him what Gokumonki had told him, about the sticky glue sealing the doors and the solvent that removes it. They searched both Miyuki and Karasu, but didn’t find anything resembling an aerosol can.

“Someone else must have it,” Kurama sighed, “How many more of those goons are out there?”

“Let’s see,” Yusuke scratched his nose, “There was that ape Gokumonki and that greasy Inmaki, then that big Bui guy and the Toguro brothers-- which I’m not sure if they’re really brothers or not, cuz they don’t look alike at all. Oh, and I think Risho is working for them too. So, six more at least.”

“The odds are good that the brothers will still be in the office awaiting word from the company. That leaves four that can be the guarding the halls. If we’re careful we can sneak past them…” Kurama trailed off because he realized that Yusuke was no longer in the room. He sweat dropped at the open doorway. Yusuke was never one for thinking ahead. He crept out the door after Yusuke. Kurama glanced over at Koenma’s door, the edges of the door was clotted with hardened glue. Undoubtedly, Yusuke had already tried it and found it to be impassable. Yusuke was near the end of the hall, peering around the corner.

He came back to Kurama, whispering, “The big ape and the little grease-ball are down there, and don’t get excited, but I can see Hiei’s door and it’s not all gunked up like the others.”

“There’s some one in there with him,” Kurama’s voice had dropped in pitch causing his words to sound like an animal’s growl.

Kurama glanced around. His eyes fell on a coil of cable that had been left in the hall. He snatched it up and then without warning he jumped up grabbing onto the sturdy grouping of pipes that hung from the ceiling. In short order he had levered himself up on top of them and was crawling along them toward Hiei’s room, leaving Yusuke gaping behind him.

Yusuke muttered, “Damn, I knew he was limber but…”

Kurama reached the end of the hall undetached. He was right above Hiei’s door. As silent as a can be, he slid down off the pipe and then slipped into the room. He was instantly assaulted with the sound of growls and grunts. There was a large blue haired man, who matched Yusuke’s description of the one called Bui. With one hand Bui had Hiei’s shoulders pinned down to the bed. Hiei’s sweat pants were pushed down his hips, so that the man’s free hand could fully explore his front. He was not having an easy time of it though. Hiei was kicking and squirming, scratching at his arms and biting at anything that came within reach like a trapped animal would do. Kurama could see the narrow trickle of blood from the slight head wound Karasu had given him, as well as a number of scratches on his torso that undoubtedly had been inflicted by Bui.

In a furry of jealous outrage, Kurama snapped his cable like bullwhip, causing it to wind around the man’s neck, much to Bui’s surprise. Before the man could regroup, Kurama grasped it with his two hands and hauled on it, pulling him violently off of Hiei. Hiei didn’t hesitate to punch the staggered Bui across the jaw, sending him sprawling on the floor. Hiei swiftly put his clothes to rights and flew to Kurama.

“You’re okay,” he sighed heavily, pulling his lover into his arms.

Kurama gasped, “Your head--”

“It’s just a scratch,” Hiei assured him.

Just then Gokumonki’s slow booming voice came from outside the door, “Bui? I heard crashes. What’s going on in there?”

Hiei cursed, “Shit, I think we’ve been caught.”

Then there was a scuttling behind them. Bui was getting back on his feet. He was still a little dazed from Hiei and Kurama’s combined attacks, but recuperating fast.

“We have to make a break for it,” Kurama told him.

Hiei nodded his understanding. No sooner, Kurama flung the door open and they both rushed out into the hall and into the mammoth Gokumonki. As one, they struck him with their shoulders, their combined momentum was just enough to drive him back a few paces. At that moment, a spark of light glinted in the peripheral of Hiei’s version. He ducked in time to avoid having his throat cut by a sharp little blade that was being wielded by the grease little Inmaki. From his dropped position Hiei twisted around and brought his fist up, landing a clean blow to Inmaki’s solar plexus. At that same time, Gokumonki had recollected himself to head a charge at Kurama. Without missing a beat, the redhead snapped his whip-cable around a thick padded pipe on the ceiling. Using all his weight he pulled the pipe down, breaking it just as the giant was bearing down on him. The pipe came down, blowing supper heated compressed steam at the man. It served to both knock him down and fog the hall.

“Behind you!” Yusuke’s call joined them.

Hiei spun to see a seething Bui stepping into the open doorway. As luck would have it, Hiei still had a hand on his last opponent. He hosted Inmaki up and hurled the little man at Bui. Inmaki screamed and flapped his arms like wounded bird. He collided with Bui knocking him back into the room.

“Get the door,” Yusuke instructed. Hiei lunged over to close it as Yusuke rushed up with a peculiar looking can with a hose nozzle in hand. Yusuke pressed the can’s trigger and goo flowed from the nozzle. He quickly applied it to the door frame. Within seconds it swelled and hardened.

“That glue stuff?” Kurama looked at the contraption.

“I found it sitting by the door to the mess hall. I found this too,” Yusuke held up a second aerosol can.”

“The solvent!” Kurama exclaimed, “We can release the others.”

Before they could revel in their victory, they heard pounding on the door next to them and Kuwabara’s hoarse voice shouting, “What the hell is going on out there? Why can’t I get this stupid door open?”

But then they heard a second voice, one belonging to a problem they thought they had dealt with. Somewhere in the steam filled hall Karasu shouted, “Risho, go up to the com building and get the boss. Miyuki and I will track down those little bitches.”

“Damn it, those two got out,” Yusuke cursed.

“Quickly, Yusuke, open the door. Let Kuwabara and Toya out,” Kurama instructed him, “We won’t have time to release everyone, but we can get them.”

Without argument, Yusuke sprayed the solvent on the door. It melted the glue instantly so Yusuke could push the door open.

Kuwabara came out puffing, “What in Sam Hill is going on out here?”

Yusuke cut in, “We’ll explain latter-- Where’s Toya?”

“I don’t know. He went off earlier saying he was gonna hang with Suzuki and Shishi and then he didn’t come back,” Kuwabara shrugged, “He does that a lot.”

Putting two and two together, Yusuke chuckled, “Toya you dog. And here I thought we were the only ones.”

“Huh?” Kuwabara didn’t get it.

“Never mind, you fool,” Hiei snapped at him, “we have to get out of here, before that weasel Risho comes back with the rest of them.”

“There’s only two ways out of here,” Kurama pointed out, “I’m sure they’re both being watched.”

“We’ll just charge them, we took them down before,” said Yusuke.

“We took them by surprise last time,” Kurama told him. “They are professional killers, I’m sure they won’ be so easy when they’re on guard.”

Yusuke argued, “You propose we just stand here waiting--”

“Uh,” Kuwabara interrupted, “We could use the roof access hatch.”

All three paused to look at the copper haired man. He elaborated, “Ya know, that trap door in the ceiling. The com guys use it all the time to go up there to fix satiate dishes and stuff. It’s right there.” Kuwabara pointed at the ceiling to what looked like a drop down attic door.

They heard running footsteps in the fog.

“To the roof it is,” Yusuke declared as he went for the door.

They pulled it down and quickly climbed up onto the roof. Yusuke gasped and cursed as the frigid night air hit his skin. He could see his breath plumbing in the air. Behind him Hiei helped Kurama through the hatch and pulled it shut.

Hiei asked, “Yusuke, do you still have that sticky stuff? Give it here.” Yusuke handed it to him and he used it on the hatch. He explained, “In case they get the idea to follow us.”

“We better get moving,” Yusuke shivered. They needed to move, not just to put distance between them and their pursuers, but also to keep themselves warm. The temperatures outside the complex at night could drop well below zero. None of them were dressed for that, no body in the group even had shoes on. Poor Hiei didn’t even have a shirt. Yusuke spared a glace at the small man who bravely trudged on without complaint.
Yusuke groaned, Damn his nipples must be hard enough to cut glass right now! That thought would have usually aroused Yusuke, but the pants he was wearing were very thin and let’s just say he was having draft issues of his own.

Improper clothing wouldn’t be an issue for long, Yusuke knew of a supply shed that was previously kept near the work site, which held extra clothes and work boots, among other things. And because they had to move everything on the site it was now nearer to the complex. Yusuke took them to the shed. On the way he brought everyone up to date on everything he knew about their situation.

“I don’t get it,” Kuwabara said as he zipped up the front of his blue coveralls, “Wouldn’t those guys just send us home after Reikei meets their demands?”

“Weren’t you listening,” Hiei scolded him while adjusting the cuffs on his black coveralls, “They want the rights to this well.”

“So?” Kuwabara scowled.

“So, you obviously don’t understand,” Hiei scowled right back, “The monetary value of this place is worth a hell of lot more than our lives. Reikei will turn them down and send their Security Defense Forces in mop the place up. In the meantime we’ll be killed. Those ghouls in PR will sweep us under the rug, or worse call us martyrs and use this mishap to improve public opinion.”

“Damn Hiei where’d you learn to be so negative?” Yusuke snorted, brushing dust off his green coveralls.

Hiei smirked, “SIU, ethics class 101.”

“I don‘t believe the company would just write us off like that,” Kuwabara pouted. “And what about Koenma, huh? His daddy’s the CEO. He isn’t gonna just sit back and let them waste his son.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Kurama put in, “In most cases the criminals kill their hostages, weather or not the demands are met. Leaving us alive means leaving witnesses, who know their methods and can identify them. Fighting back is our only option for survival.”

“Let me guess, you took ethics too, Kurama,” Yusuke smirked.

Kurama replayed with a shrug as he fastened the top button on the coveralls, the only pair he’d found that were in his size. The were a pinkish-red. In attempt to brighten the mood, he turned to Hiei and asked, “How do I look?”

“Like a queer ghost buster,” Hiei responded dead-pan.

“Alright then, lets go bust some ass,” Yusuke drawled.

Yusuke lead his freshly dressed group around the outside of compound. Their destination was the communications building. He took them in a wide arch through the desert. They used the convenient sand dunes as cover should anyone been on the lookout in the desert. As they trudged through the sands, Kurama moved forward to walk abreast with Yusuke.

“Are you alright?” the redhead asked him.

“Do I look alright?” Yusuke grumbled, “Friggen jerks come up in to our base and… You want to know if I’m alright.”

“I know, stupid question,” Kurama sighed, “It’s just… well, you’re worried about him, aren’t you.”

Yusuke narrowed his eyes at Kurama, “Don’t start that shit with me right now. There wasn’t anything I could have done to help him, I know that. But it doesn’t mean I gotta like it.”

“I understand what you’re going through,” Kurama said empathically, “I felt the same way when they dragged me out of our room, leaving Hiei on he floor and bleeding. God, I didn’t know if he was dead or alive. I don’t know what I would have done--”

“Kurama,” Yusuke interrupted him.

“Sorry,” Kurama apologized, “I guess I’m not really helping.”

Yusuke shook his head with determination, “No. I’m gonna get him back.”

“We’ll get him back,” Kurama amended, placing a firm yet compassionate hand on Yusuke’s shoulder, “remember we’re with you all the way.”

“Hey,” Kuwabara interjected, “I don’t mean to interrupt all this secretive whispering that you all got going on here, but I’d like to know way we’re going to the com building. Shouldn’t we be working on busting the other guys out of the barracks?”

“Don’t be foolish,” Hiei admonished him, “We escaped because they got sloppy in their arrogance, but they’ll be on high alert now. And be sure that they are keeping a close eye on the prisoners they still have.”

“That aside,” Kurama spoke to Yusuke, “I too, am curious as to why you’ve chosen to take us to the com building.”

“You’ll see soon, we’re here,” Yusuke told them. They had stopped next to large metal box, which to all comprehensive prepossess looked to be a generator shed. Yusuke hefted up the heavy duty padlock on the doors. For an instant the other three members of his party experienced dread. Yusuke hadn’t had any of his personal belongings on him when they fled the barracks, which included his keys. Curiously, Yusuke was undisturbed by this. The reason soon became apparent when Yusuke squeezed the lock and its front slid open with a snap, revealing an electronic print pad. He pressed his thumb to the pad, a little blue light blinked and the lock opened.

“That’s a really fancy lock for a generator shed,” Kuwabara noted shrewdly.

“That’s because it’s not really a generator shed.” Yusuke flung open the doors, unveiling a staircase leading down into a dark hole in the ground. He ushered his friends inside and quickly bolted the doors shut. In the gloom he groped around the walls until he found the lamp he knew would be there. He took it down and turned the little crank on its side. With a whirling noise the devise blinked on, giving out enough light to safely convey the men down the stairs. At the bottom Yusuke found and flipped a switch that flooded the space with white florescent light. The crew was momentary blinded by the sudden brightness. When their eyes adjusted they found themselves in room no larger than a broom closet. It was a little anticlimactic. On one side of the room there was a computer console; on the other was a rather menacing looking locker cabinet. The latter sported electronic locks.

“What is this place,” Kurama inquired in a hushed tone as if he felt like he shouldn’t be there.

“It’s a top secret emergency locker,” Yusuke told them, “only Koenma, me, and a few folks back at home office know about it.” He crossed to the lockers, pressing his thumb to the print pad. He opened it to his friends. “959 specials, type 5 laser-guns which means they can be set to stun or used to kill. You know I always wondered why the company put these things down here. I mean what kind of emergency would we have on an uninhabited planet, were he would need firearms. Well, you know what they say about asking stupid questions….”

“I suppose having weapons will help,” Hiei injected, “But we’re still outnumbered and they have control over the game field, so to speak.”

“Ah,” Yusuke waved his finger in the air as he crossed to the console, “This may help. This computer is hooked up to all the security cameras inside and outside the complex. So, like we can see were everyone is. That should help right?”

“Bring up the barracks, so we can see if they’ve got a guard on the guys,” Kuwabara insisted.

With a few keystrokes the screen displayed four images one of the north hall, one of the south, one of the eastern hall that connected them and one of the mess hall. There were no signs of life in any of them.

“Yusuke, zoom in on this shot of the south hall,” Kurama ordered.

Yusuke banished the other three shots to enlarge the forth. He zoomed in to confirm what Kurama had noticed. The last two doors, which should were once glued shut and holding the remaining three crew members plus the two commutation officers inside, were standing wide open. On seeing this, Yusuke switched the cannel over to the view of the north hall. He zoomed in on Koenma’s door, it too was open.

“Shit,” Yusuke cursed as he flipped through the channels, “where the hell have they taken him!” He sighed a breath of relief when he came to the camera in Koenma’s office and found Koenma there. Koenma was seated very rigidly on his couch. He had been permitted to dress and was no longer tied up in ropes. He did however have his arms behind his back at an uncomfortable looking angle, implying that he was in handcuffs.

Yusuke’s respite from anxiety was interrupted when a large bulk entered the frame. It was the claim jumper’s leader, that hulking man who wore sunglasses indoors at night and could crush a steel and cedar desk as if it were Styrofoam, Toguro. The man stalked over to Koenma. With one intimidating hand resting on the couch arm, he leaned down to say something to Koenma.

“Damn it, where’s the volume on this thing?” Yusuke assaulted the monitor.

“Here,” Kurama turned a knob near the speakers, “Though I doubt you’ll be able to hear what he’s saying anyway.”

The speaker crackled and then Koenma’s voice came out of it as the Koenma on the screen jerked back from Toguro, “Go to hell.”

“All in good time,” Toguro drawled, “But from what I see, I don’t predict it will be your little ragtag group to send me on that overdue trip.”

“Don’t get too cocky,” Koenma warned him, “Yusuke and predictability don‘t exactly go hand in hand.” Koenma gasped when Toguro caught his chin in one of his massive hands. With one quick squeeze that single hand could have broken his jaw or crushed his skull.

Toguro pulled a grimace that was attempting to be a smile, “I can’t wait for him to get here then.”

“Take it easy, Yusuke!” Kuwabara shouted as he flung his arms around Yusuke’s shoulders to prevent him from running out of the bunker and straight into a fight with the monstrous Toguro.

For once Kuwabara and Hiei were on the same page. Hiei snapped at the struggling Yusuke, “Don’t be a moron, even if you think you can take that guy, remember that there are seven more of them between us and him.”

“Yes, and we also have six more comrades who are uncounted for,” Kurama put in, moving to take Yusuke’s pace at the computer console. He had easily figured out the controls while watching Yusuke use them. He scrolled through all the channels in the communications building. They found Shigure, the doctor, tied up and obviously sedated in the reception room outside Koenma’s office, being guarder by a very nervous looking Risho. The rest of the communications building was deserted. Kurama started checking other cameras.

They found the three flunkeys, Inmaki, Miyuki, and Gokumonki searching around outside the complex. Yusuke and his crew got a little scare when Inmaki neared the false shed that lead down to their secret bunker, but the small greasy man passed it by without a second glace. Kurama kept checking. He found something. It was a camera in the lab. Shishi, Suzuki, and Toya were all there, tied up and being guarded by Karasu and Bui. Bui was looking interestedly at Toya. Karasu was playing with a sharp scalpel and looking board. Every once in while, he would glance wickedly at the captives.

“They’ve got them all spread out,” Kuwabara cursed. For once he sated something before the rest of the group had thought it. “Where they got Jin and Chu stashed?”

“Let’s see,” Kurama breathed as he reluctantly turned the channel away from the lab camera. He knew a little bit about what Karasu was capable of and didn’t much like the idea of leaving him alone with his friends.

After a few empty shots they found Jin and Chu out by the former drill site. Kurama gasped when he saw the image. Chu and Jin were bound, gagged, and dangling from the massive crane that the workmen used to move heavy equipment and parts. The crane had been driven back out into the flooded site and was dangling them out over where the wide mouth of the well would be. As they were tied up, there would be no way for them to swim if they were dropped into the well.

“Zoom in, I see someone near the cab,” Hiei pointed.

Kurama did as he was bid. The camera showed a spindly wild eyed man. He had his head thrown back in mad laughter as he toyed with the controls, making the cable holding the two men aloft jerk and swing as if they could fall at any moment.

“That’s the nut job I told you about, the elder Toguro,” Yusuke told them, much more calm now, “We know were everyone is now, and I think we all can agree its time we got moving.” Yusuke got no more objections as he passed out the things his crew would need to take back their base.

TBC…
A/N: Inmaki, Miyuki, and Gokumonki were in the rescuing Yukina saga, in case you didn’t remember them. I dragged them into this, one to booster the Toguro’s numbers and two, because you never see them in fanfics. I’ve actually been thinking of doing a Miyuki/Yusuke pairing after this. Would anyone be interested in that? Anyway, big epic battles coming up. See ya there!