The Procurers

The Procurers - Part 3

By Pfantazm

1.3 - THE ZYMOBIUS FILE

Evan's airbike whined into view. OxygenJim peeked out the window and wondered if it was really him. Seeing the two thugs at his door had upset him, but the chat with Evan had frightened him. What in hell had he gotten himself into?

He waited until his friend came right into view before indicating where he was. He waved until Evan spotted him. Evan parked the bike and came into the warehouse.

Bronzie had hosted a huge birthday bash there a couple of years ago, and the space had been condemned, almost unusable, ever since. At this altitude, it was unlikely that the warehouse would be demolished. There was far too much risk that debris would injure someone in the building below. The sun, usually obscured in shadow by all the nearby skyscrapers on the lower levels, shone through a great, gaping hole in the roof. Bronzie knew how to party.

OJ came running over and hugged Evan tightly. "God, man, what's happening? I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life. They looked like corp thugs."

"It's alright, Jim. I'll get you through this." Evan only used that name when they were together and intimate. He hoped it made OJ feel better. "First thing: we leave the city for a while. We'll see how bad the situation is, then we come back for your stuff."

"Evan," OxygenJim asked, "do you know something about all this?"

Evan chewed his lip. He said, slowly, "This may have had something to do with me, yes."

"Oh, Evan." OJ sighed. "Do I get to know what I'm going to be killed for?"

"Don't you dare start talking like that, OJ." He ran his hand through OJ's copper-orange hair and kissed him on the forehead. "Neither of us is getting killed. We're getting out of New Des Moines before I can give you the data though."

"Acknowledged, but you owe me major gigabits on this one."

They got back on the bike, and OxygenJim clung to his friend, ruefully thinking that it had been Evan's dangerous side that had drawn them together in the first place.

As they rode the gravway to wherever it was Evan was taking them, OJ thought back to their first night together.

It had been during one of Evan's real lows, when the creds and bits weren't flowing his way. He'd gotten himself set up on the Fuckfight circuit in some of the deeper, scummier levels of the city.

OJ had gone to find out what it was like, just so that he could say that he'd seen it. Fuckfighting was often a vicious sport, usually attracting the meanest sadists who were too stupid to be decent criminals.

Two big, naked, sweaty guys were set up against each other in the ring, and they basically wrestled and beat on each other until one topped the other. There were various toys available by voice command, anything from a cock ring to razor blades, depending on what the winner was into.

OJ had arrived just as one rather bloody bout was ending and the mat was being cleaned. The crowd was mostly male, but a good percentage of female spectators, mostly misandrists who were hoping to see a few balls busted. OJ was out of place. Most of the people looked older and were unwashed and unshaven, the sort of person who lived down on these levels. OJ was nothing more than a curious tourist, an AI psychologist by trade.

When the match began, the crowd favourite, known only as The Tiger stepped into the ring first. He was a hairy bugger, and his colouring matched his name. His eyes were ice blue, and his face was scarred. It looked as though his cheeks had been slashed and allowed to heal on their own. It was probably done for effect; they were perfectly symmetrical. The audience went into a frenzy, calling for him to fuck the other guy good.

Then Evan came in. No stage name, no hype from the announcer, just Evan. He was wearing his dark purple hair longer in those days. His smooth skin was unmarked. Everyone was booing and calling him a rookie bottom. His eyes swept the crowd and when they hit OJ's, instant hard-on.

Evan's eyes were a perfect crimson. Eyes that colour were usually grisly- looking. Almost no one with red irises kept them for very long. Evan's eyes drew you in. They were mesmerizing. OJ was perhaps the only one in the crowd who was cheering him on.

The bell rang, and the two started grappling. The Tiger was winning handily. Maybe it was because he was obviously the old pro, and Evan really was the beginner, and maybe it was because Evan didn't seem to be trying too hard. It was almost as though he was throwing the fight.

In short order, Tiger had Evan pinned face-down on the floor and was getting ready to dry-fuck him. The crowd was shouting more abuse. They wanted more of a fight. Evan was rolling over far too easily for their tastes. Fuckfighters made the bulk of their money on spectator contributions, and Evan would be lucky to get his carfare home at this rate.

Tiger's dick was halfway into Evan's ass. OJ stood transfixed. Evan was facing his way and looked like he was ready for it.

The Tiger called for a switchblade. OJ saw Evan tense, visibly. He guessed (and later confirmed) that the horrified look on OxygenJim's face told him that he'd heard exactly what he thought he heard. Tiger got back up on his knees and caught the weapon one-handed over his head. He righted it in his hand, and pushed its trigger. The blade flashed out and gleamed in the spotlight. The audience screamed for more blood.

Now Evan acted. While Tiger showed off the knife, Evan kicked up somehow and wrapped his thighs around Tiger's waist. He rolled them both over, and the weapon bounced off the edge of the ring and out of reach.

Evan had the advantage and never gave it up. The Tiger didn't know what hit him. The crowd was rooting for the rookie now.

With fire in his eyes, he got The Tiger down on his side and lifted his upper leg out of the way. No pretense, no messing around, egging the fans on, he just spit on his own cock and penetrated him. Tiger clawed at the mat, but to no effect. He'd been beaten. OJ recalled that the announcer had said that this had only happened once before, in Tiger's very first fight.

The guys around OJ had their cocks out and were jerking off furiously. They couldn't believe the rare show they were getting that night. Some had already cum and were still jerking away, ready for a second shot.

Evan had Tiger by the shoulders and was pulling on them, cramming his cock deep into Tiger's body. Tiger had one arm out to brace him in the position Evan had put him in, and the other was frigging himself along with everyone in the crowd.

Tiger came twice before Evan came once, demonstrating amazing control. After Evan climaxed the bell sounded again, signalling that the bout was over.

Spectators reached for their cred agents to dole out their tips to Tiger, but mostly to Evan. OJ gave the crimson-eyed warrior fifty creds. Evan, who was watching his take roll in on a viewscreen blinked at the amount. He pointed at the back door and did a come-here gesture.

The guy next to OJ elbowed him and said, "Lucky kid. That fucker wants to meet you."

Evan was already waiting at the stage door when OJ found it. "Hey," he said, smiling. He was leaning against the door frame and looking sexy as hell. He wore a jacket made of Tannon, a black leather substitute that was an obvious throwback to the twentieth-century rebel look.

"Hi," OJ said shyly.

"You wanna go somewhere topside for a coffee or something? I'm buying, thanks to you."

"I... um... I'm not real sure about that," he said.

Evan's eyes tracked briefly up the alley. "You dropped a lot of money on me just now, man. More than normal, and people saw that. I'm figuring there are a couple of not-so-nice men who have you marked for a mugging soon. Maybe I'm more trouble for you, but I guarantee I'm less trouble than those two up there." He pointed with his chin back the way OJ had come.

OJ looked over his shoulder and saw two silhouettes of very large people, waiting.

"Wanna leave?" Evan offered.

On the ride to the diner, OJ said, "That was some strategy you had, laying low until Tiger's guard was down, then taking over like that. It was quite a coup."

"Strategy nothing," Evan called over his shoulder, "I wanted to get fucked. I take it this was your first time at a Fuckfight?"

"Yeah. I wanted to see what it was about."

"Coincidence. It was my first match." Evan steered them down a turnoff. "What it seems to be about is a bunch of psychotic tops who have it in for each other, and having sex for money."

"Sounds like you're down on the whole idea," OJ said.

"You do what you have to."

"Was that a proposal, back there? When you said--"

"I know what I said." Evan chuckled. "It's a proposal only if you want it to be, stud."

OJ wondered if Evan could feel him blushing as he gripped his body tightly. On the airbike, his legs were spooned perfectly behind Evan's. His wrists were crossed around Evan's flat stomach, and his crotch rested against the roundness of his ass. He fidgeted in place.

Evan parked the bike and waited for OJ to climb off. He looked back and saw the obvious hard-on in his pants. "Some advice. You're a nice guy. Don't ever go back there. It's not the place for you."

OJ looked him over, inside and out. "I could offer you the same advice."

They went into the diner, hanging off each other as newfound old friends. They talked bullshit while they had bad coffee and good reconstituted stoneberry pie. By the time they'd paid the check, they both knew they were going to someone's place for the night.

Evan told OJ to make himself at home in his apartment. It was a bachelor pad, and there were old computer parts, hard-copy magazines and other random bits of everyday life all over. "I'm getting a shower," Evan told him. "Usually at a time like this, I'd invite you, but there isn't room in there. You can take your turn next if you like. Until then, feel free to clean the place if it's all too much for you." OJ laughed.

Evan came back out without a towel. OJ did a take and tried not to stare. When he looked away, Evan said, "I hope you don't mind, Jim. It's nothing you haven't seen in action already. Can I call you Jim?"

"Uh, sure," OJ said nervously.

"If you want me to cover up, I will. I want you to be comfortable."

"I don't know. It's different seeing you in the ring, and seeing you here. I can't really explain it."

Evan came and sat near OJ on the couch. "Up there, I was just something to watch. Now, I'm here for just you. Do you want to get washed up?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Towels under the sink. Feel free to use anything in there."

The apartment was dingy, as well as being messy, but the bathroom was bright and immaculate. OJ stripped and showered.

Evan smiled and applauded when OJ came back out naked as well.

They lay on the couch for another hour, naked in each others' arms, and talking some more. With his clothes off, Evan's defenses came down as well. OJ learned how Evan had come to be where he was.

He had been a suit for a corp named Anico. He had been pretty far up the ladder, living on an executive world and making some good credit. Then, and Evan wouldn't give any more detail than this, there had been some kind of scandal, a screw-up that had cost a lot of lives, and Evan's colleagues had set him up to take the fall. He got demoted to the lower echelons, and was made an enforcer. He got fired from that, and eventually ended up on Halvaga III. It was a rock obscure enough and scummy enough that he wasn't causing anyone any more trouble. He could be left there and not make waves.

Ever since that night, Evan's arms had been a place of comfort for OJ. He had fallen asleep there more nights than he could remember, and he considered Evan his closest friend.

Back in the present, OJ saw that they were at the gate to what looked like the trainyard. Evan was negotiating with the guard at the gate. When he got back onto the airbike, he said, "There's a guy owes me a favour. We're getting a berth in a freight car to Avenita City. We should be safe there."

OJ just nodded and returned to his thoughts. He rested his forehead on Evan's shoulder and sighed. He didn't want any of this to be happening, but since it was, he was very glad it was with Evan, even if he was the cause.

They pulled up next to a bullet train freight car. "Off, quick, OJ."

OxygenJim sat up. "Why?"

"We gotta load this thing on quick before Riko's co-worker spots us."

"Who?" OJ asked.

"Don't argue, please! Just get off!"

OJ hopped off the bike and Evan followed suit. He got the freight car door open. The pair of them got the airbike lifted inside. They hopped inside and closed the door behind them.

Evan fiddled with some of the controls on the bike and turned on the rain shield. "That ought to confuse the sensors some, as long as we stay inside it. They're pretty elementary." He lay face up on the seat.

OJ sat on the seat astride Evan's legs. Evan smiled up at him. "How are you doing?" he asked.

"Okay, I guess. I don't know what I'm going to do about my job, or--"

"You may not be able to go back to it. I have something going that may allow us to get off the planet. We should be alright after that."

"You've always got something going," OJ said, sitting up again. "What is it that has me in this mess?"

"I acquired something that got a corp named BoTan a little upset."

"You mean you stole it."

"Not exactly," Evan said. "I got my hands on something that, I admit, they didn't want anyone to have, but they gave it to a guy without anything illegal happening, and he saw its value. He just didn't know what to do with it. I had the good fortune of hearing about it, and can get it to people who can do something with it."

"But what is it?"

Evan told him what he had. OJ suddenly recognized the company name. "Yeah, I can see why they'd be upset."

The klaxon sounded, signalling that the train was about to pull out of the station.

"Hang on," Evan cautioned. OJ leaned forward, letting his legs swing out behind him on the bike.

The train started forward slowly, but they could feel the acceleration build. The bike's parking brake held, though.

The two men realized the position they were in. OJ smiled at Evan. He undid the snap on Evan's heavy canvas pants.

Evan's eyebrows went up. "Danger makes you horny, Jim?"

"Something like that." He drew down the zipper and untucked Evan's shirt. Evan lifted his ass off the seat. OJ pulled down his trousers. Evan's hard cock flipped up against his stomach.

OJ undressed Evan, preparing him for a repeat of the night they had met. Off came his boots, pants and shirt. Through his legs, Evan grinned coyly at OJ. The copper-haired man touched Evan's warm skin without the nervousness or shaky hands of those years ago. He had come to know this strong body well, maybe better than anyone else.

OJ gripped the calves on either side of his head and pulled them apart. He descended on his friend, sucking and nibbling on his tits.

Evan slipped a hand in past OJ's shirttail and groped his butt. OJ groaned as Evan's finger sawed in and out of the crack of his ass. Evan undid the buttons on the side of OJ's shirt at the same time.

While Evan stripped him, OJ thought of all the times they'd fucked around. In both their apartments, on rooftops, in dark corners of clubs, on this very bike, and at various parties with as many as three other people. It had never been bad with Evan, not from that first night until now.

Evan felt for a side compartment on the airbike with practiced familiarity and pulled out a tube of lube, which he passed to OJ. "Lemme turn over. I really want to feel this."

OJ swung one leg off the bike and let Evan arrange himself where he wanted. He lay face down on the seat, hands braced against the dash and feet against the rear pads. His legs were spread wide to accommodate the bulk of the machine and his asscheeks parted to reveal Evan's tender hole.

OJ squirted lube into Evan's crack, well aware how cold it would be. Evan twitched, his muscles sharply defined for a split second, before OJ used his hand and fingers to heat it for him. Evan's ass was well trained and open wide enough for OJ to slide his middle finger right up and in. All that was left to make sure that he was completely covered.

OxygenJim emptied a bit more lube into his hand, showing his cock more kindness than he showed Evan, and smeared the slickness over himself. He rested his hand against Evan's back. Evan purred, waiting for OJ to get ready for him.

OJ leaned up against Evan's back, and wrapped his arms around his friend's chest. He pulled forward and brought his crotch up against the dark man's ass. Just as it was on that first night, when Evan had asked him if he would do him the honour of fucking him, the head of OJ's cock slid slowly inside.

Evan moaned and stretched his legs behind him. His hard dick ground into the soft Tannon seat. OJ kicked forward, swinging his legs over Evan's, braiding them together slightly. It wasn't terribly comfortable for Evan, but it would give OJ a better grip on the awkward seat, and Evan wanted to give his buddy any help he could. OJ knew very well what to do with his weapon, and he wanted to reap the full benefits.

OJ levered himself against Evan's body, forcing his cock deep into the hot tunnel. He relaxed, easing himself out, then pulled himself back inside.

Evan felt his top's hot breath at his ear as they got up to speed. The blessed sensation of fullness, the closeness of OJ's warm body and the friction of the seat were a wonderful cocktail. He could feel the broad crown of OJ's long, slender manhood massage his insides. He gasped and moaned along to every one of his friend's strokes.

OJ went slow for a while, gently easing himself into a stronger rhythm that they would both find very satisfying. He felt Evan's back arch beneath him, the rippling muscles dragging across his chest. He found he could penetrate Evan a little deeper with less effort and he smiled. His hands pulled up over Evan's shoulders. OJ licked and nibbled his ear from behind as the steady assault on his ass continued.

Evan shuddered and turned his head for OJ. Accommodation was what their friendship was about. After that first night together, OJ had found him work. Evan had seen him through tough times at work. And through it all the sex had forged their bond together, stronger. Evan never felt more in tune with his friend than when they were getting off. There was a rigidity in OJ's motion that demonstrated just how frightened he was. So Evan did what he could to make it easier for him to relax some.

The train had fully gotten up to its usual high speed by this time. It went into a curved piece of track, and the parking brake gave. In mid- thrust OJ felt the airbike spin gently, and they collided with the wall of the freight car. It was only a little bump, but OJ tensed, holding still up Evan's ass, and squeezes his body in his arms.

The dark-haired man laid a hand on OJ's thigh, caressing it soothingly. He moved to stand. OJ let go, shivering a little. Evan had his friend turn in the seat so he could lie on his back, and he straddled him. He re-engaged the brake. As he sat down on OJ's hardness, his eyes stayed fixed on his friend's, conveying as much warmth and reassurance as he could. He bounced up and down on his best friend's quivering manhood.

Evan leaned forward and took Jim in his arms. He squeezed his cock as he fucked himself with it, and brought his lips to Jim's for a kiss. He poured all of his love for Jim into that embrace, the joining between them, and he felt his friend's tears tumble down his cheek and off his chin.

Now that he'd broken through, OJ could properly forget about his troubles for a while and feel good again. He attacked OJ's cock with vigour, using his muscle control to give the glorious piece of manhood inside of him the best sex he could.

OxygenJim thought only of the sensations around his cock. There were only the smooth walls of Evan's inner chamber, gripping him like iron, and burning all around him. Evan surrounded him; his arms, his taut chest and stomach, his lips and tongue, they were on all sides of him, his legs pressed against the side of his stomach, his stubble against his throat....

Consumed by it all, OJ felt the orgasm build deep within him. He gasped and squealed as he usually did, and a geyser of cum shot forth up into Evan, flooding him. As he came, he gave into the instinctual urge to fuck, thrusting his hips upward.

Evan had his hand wrapped around his cock and fisted it madly while OJ spasmed and pounded away inside him. He leaned back, his free hand propping his body up. His head titled to the ceiling and his jaw hung loosely. A low moan rumbled in his throat as his body tensed. Evan slowed up on his jacking and he sprayed his seed all across Jim's chest. OJ was done cumming but he kept ramming his hardness up into Evan's hot ass.

There were a few moments of heavy breathing where nothing needed to be said afterwards. OxygenJim sat comfortably encased in Evan's muscular body. The mauve-haired man leaned forward and touched OJ's breast, doodling in his own cum.

"Are we going to be okay?" OJ asked.

"Damn right we are. Trust in me."

OJ rubbed Evan's side half-heartedly and his eyes watered up. Evan pulled him upright and gave him a warm hug. "We're gonna be just fine."

"Evan," Scott said. "I ran a background check on you, and I see that although you were once corporate, you seem to have fallen out of their favour. I didn't delve into the matter further. As long as you're not currently with them, I have no problem in dealing with you.

"I will be on my way through your system en route to my next client. I must say I'm intrigued by your request that you get the original file. Would you have a problem with my keeping a copy, in the interest of preserving Dr. Zymobius' archive?

"Either way, I should be orbiting Halvaga III within a week. If you could tell me which spaceport is most convenient to you, we can arrange a meeting.

"Until then, signing off."