Ransom

Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills.


Warnings: Slash, Established Couple, Angst, Violence, Graphic Sex


Rating: FRAO


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Summary: When Bo is taken hostage, what will Rosco have to do to get him back? A sequel to Forbidden Love.


Pairing: Bo Duke/Rosco Coltrane


Ransom
Chapter 1


They sat in the small restaurant, watching the two of them as they enjoyed a romantic dinner. "Look at 'em Roy, this is gonna be a piece of cake."


"Yeah, they're so wrapped up in each other they ain't even noticed us following 'em," his partner agreed.


"So when are we gonna do it?"


"Well Rick, I've been watching the two of them and if they keep their pattern, they'll be going up to an old farmhouse after dinner."


"An old farmhouse?"


"Yeah, it's where they go to be alone. Hell the sheriff lives with his mother and blondie lives with his uncle and cousins, so..."


"Guess wouldn't neither one of their houses be good for what they get up to," Rick finished with a laugh.


"Thanks Rick, I was trying to eat ya know," Roy complained.


"Sorry, don't look like you're gonna get the chance to finish anyway," Rick observed, as Rosco and Bo started to leave.


"Damn! Alright, you go pay the check and I'll get the car, hurry up will ya?"


"What's the hurry, we know where they're going?"


"We still need to follow them, just in case they change their minds," Roy explained.


"Oh, alright meet ya out front."


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"That was great Rosco, but I can't wait to get you alone," Bo whispered, blowing hot breath into his lover's ear.

"Ohhh, Bo stop it now, I'm trying to drive here," Rosco weakly protested.


"You sure you want me to stop?" Bo asked, placing his hand between the older man's legs.


"Sweetheart if you don't stop that I ain't gonna be able to drive," Rosco said, gasping at the pleasure Bo was causing.


Bo didn't answer, he simply laid his head on Rosco's shoulder, but moved his hand to the older man's thigh as a small smile played across his lips.


A short time later they pulled into the drive of the Jenkin's farm. The moment Rosco moved the gearshift into park, Bo turned his lover's face towards him. Pressing their lips together, he kissed the older man passionately, stopping only when the need for air forced him to.


Panting with need, Rosco clumsily undid his seatbelt. "Bo...oh god you're gonna kill me sweetheart," he moaned as Bo's mouth found that spot just below his ear that always drove him wild.


"Want me to stop?"


Rosco gave his lover a look that clearly said, *Are you crazy?* "Nah, it's worth it and what a way to go," he said, his eyes darkening with lust and need.


"Yeah," Bo moaned in agreement. "Let's move this inside," he suggested, forcing himself to pull away from his lover. Quickly climbing out of the car, he hurried to the other side, once more wrapping his arms around Rosco and claiming his lips in a passionate kiss.


"Inside?"


Nodding his answer, Bo kept his hold on the older man as they stumbled into the old house. Climbing the stairs, they were finally where they wanted to be. With trembling hands, they quickly undressed and fell onto the bed wrapped in each other's arms. Pinning the older man to the bed, Bo once again latched onto that one spot, nibbling at it lightly.


Pressing lips together, he demanded entrance with his tongue, moaning with desire when the other's mouth opened beneath him. Tongues moved together, wrestling for dominance as the two men groaned in pleasure. Relucantly moving away from Rosco's wonderful kisses, Bo slowly trailed kisses down the other man's chest. Laving his lover's nipples, he slowly pumped Rosco's cock with one hand as he pulled the older man closer with the other. Suddenly Bo found himself on his back, his lover grinning down at him.


"My turn," Rosco growled, beginning his own attack on his younger lover's body. Kissing and sucking his way down Bo's chest, he slowly made his way to the younger man's already weeping cock. Running his tongue across one of the heavy sacs, he couldn't contain the grin at Bo's moan. Nipping lightly at the base of his lover's cock, he sensously ran his tongue up the underside, swirling it around the head and dipping into Bo's slit for a taste. The salty taste went straight to his dick, bringing out a groan of pleasure from his own throat.


"Rosco please."


"Please what sweetheart?"


"Suck me, oh lord cowboy please," Bo moaned, unconsciously thrusting his hips towards his lover.


"Well since ya asked so nice," Rosco grinned. Bending his head forward he engulfed his lover's cock with his mouth, loving the sounds that escaped from the younger man as he sucked him off.

Bo moaned, the sensations he was experiencing were almost more than he could take. "So goooood," he whispered, thrusting upward, pushing himself deeper into the wonderful heat of his lover's mouth. "More, please don't stop," he begged, tangling his fingers into the older man's hair, holding him in place.
As his lover worked on him, Bo's mind turned to jello as his body instinctively sought out more of the wonderful torment the older man offered. He could feel his balls tightening and drawing up as his climax grew closer, groaning in anticipation he rode the waves of pleasure towards the crest. "Oh God! Rosco, I can't hold it..."


"Then cum for me sweetheart," Rosco softly ordered, pushing one slick finger into his lover's opening. He would've grinned at the sound of Bo screaming his name as he exploded into Rosco's mouth, but that would be a waste. Swallowing all that the younger man had to offer, he used his fingers to prepare his lover for more loving.


"Want you in me, now!" Bo demanded, turning onto his stomach and raising up to his knees.


Grabbing the lube, Rosco quickly slicked the head of his cock, before slathering it down the sides. Positioning himself at Bo's opening, he pushed himself into the tight passage, moaning at the feeling as his cock was gripped in a velvet vise. Forcing his body to hold still, he fought the urge to thrust into his lover. When Bo pushed back against him a moment later, he knew the younger man was ready. Slowly he pushed forward, until he was buried to the hilt inside the man he loved. Pulling back slightly, he began to thrust, slowly at first, speeding up as the wonderful sensations built. Rosco never stopped being amazed that this beautiful young man was his to love. He didn't know how he'd gotten so lucky, and he never planned to forget just how lucky he was. Reaching around his lover, he wrapped his hand around the younger man's cock, pumping it in time with his thrust, moving them both towards heaven. The familiar tingling built, a fire racing through his body his movements becoming more forceful as he pounded into his lover's heat. Screaming out Bo's name, he shot his load deep inside the younger man as his lover's own climax tightened his muscles around Rosco's length, wringing every drop from him. Collapsing forward, he lay against Bo's back, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking.


"Well isn't that sweet," a rough voice growled from the doorway.


Jerking away from Bo, Rosco instinctively reached towards his gun that lay only a few feet from the bed.


"I wouldn't do that if I were you sheriff," the masked man ordered, pointing his own gun at Bo.


"What do you want?" Rosco asked, moving to place himself between his lover and the gunman.


"I'm glad you asked sheriff," the man responded. "First I want you to move to the end of the bed."


"Why?"


"Sheriff in case you haven't noticed, I'm the one with the gun, now move!"


With no choice, Rosco moved so that he was kneeling on the end of the mattress, leaving Bo exposed to the other man. Glancing at his lover, Rosco silently apologized for his failure to protect the younger man. He felt a warmth flowing through him at the look of love and trust coming from Bo's eyes, though how he could trust him now, Rosco hadn't a clue.


"Alright blondie, get out of the bed and get dressed."


"Not until you tell us what you want," Bo argued.


"Do it, or the sheriff is going to have an extra hole," he ordered, pointing his gun at the older man.


Like Rosco, Bo knew he didn't have a choice and so he slowly climbed from the bed and pulled his clothes on. As he reached for his boots, the gunman stopped him.


"You won't be needing those. Now turn around and put your hands behind you," he instructed.


Reluctantly Bo did as he was told, turning towards the bed, he placed his hands behind his back. Looking at Rosco, he hated the look of fear he saw in his lover's eyes and tried his best to reassure him. Even though he was expecting it, he startled slightly when he felt his wrists being tied together with a piece of rope. "Now what?" Bo asked, turning towards the other man, he was surprised to see that a second man was now in the room.


"Now?" the second man asked. "This," he said, as he jerked a piece of duct tape from his jeans and placed it over Bo's mouth.


"There ain't no need for that," Rosco protested on his lover's behalf.


"Well we think there is sheriff, and since we have the guns I guess we'll be doing things our way," the second man snapped.


"Alright sheriff here's the deal," the first man spoke from the door. "In two days a federal marshall will be bringing a prisoner through your town, a man by the name of Lewis Turner. He's transferring him from prison to a courtroom in Virginia where he's scheduled to testify against our boss. Now as you can imagine, our boss isn't too happy about that. So when the Marshall stops in Hazzard for the night, you're going to volunteer to watch the prisoner while he gets something to eat."


"You want me to kill him?" Rosco asked in horror.


"No way, we'd never ask you to do something like that sheriff. All you have to do is get him out of the jail and bring him to Rainbow Canyon, we'll take care of the rest. Now you can of course refuse to cooperate, but I don't think blondie will like the consequences if that's your decision."


"I'll do it, but you listen good, if you hurt him there won't be any place on earth for you to hide. I'll hunt you down like dogs and you'll pay."


"We ain't gonna hurt him sheriff, just as long as you do what you're told. Of course if you don't..."


"Yeah I know," Rosco snapped, his fear for Bo making it impossible for him to keep the anger from his tone.


"We'll be going now sheriff, you just do as you're told and blondie'll be coming home to you alive and in one piece."


Grabbing Bo by the arm, the second man dragged him from the room and out of the house to their car. "You gonna behave?"


Reluctantly nodding his answer, Bo waited to see what would happen next.


"Alright, then you can ride in the back seat instead of the trunk," the man said as he guided Bo into the back seat. "Lay down and stay that way," he ordered. Standing there, he waited until Bo had done as he was told, before he slammed the door shut and climbed into the front seat next to his partner. Grabbing a hood from the front seat, he turned around and roughly pulled the hood over Bo's head, before removing his own mask.


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Rosco sat in the empty bedroom, listening as the men moved down the stairs, taking his lover with them. When he heard the front door shut, he climbed off the bed and quickly got dressed. Grabbing Bo's boots from the floor, he hurried down the steps, pausing at the front door as he heard a motor start and a car's tires crunching on gravel. Running to his car, he threw the boots inside and climbed behind the wheel. Starting the motor, he sped out of the driveway, hoping to catch a glimpse of their car. He was too late though, he didn't know where they'd gone, or how they'd managed it so fast but they had disappeared from sight. Slamming his hand against the steering wheel, Rosco reluctantly did the only thing he could. With a heavy sigh, he turned the car to the left and headed for the Duke farm.


"Looks like Bo's home," Luke said, glancing out the window at the sound of a car pulling up to the house.


"Kind of early ain't it?" Jesse questioned, glancing at the clock.


Before they could think about it further, there was a knock at the back door. "What in the world?" Jesse wondered as Luke turned to answer the knock.


"Rosco, what's wrong? Where's Bo?" Luke demanded when he opened the door and saw only the sheriff standing there.


"If you'll let me come inside Luke, I'll explain," Rosco dejectedly answered.


"Well come on then," Luke said, ushering the older man inside. "Uncle Jesse!" he called as he turned around, nearly running into his uncle.


"Sit down Rosco and tell us what's happened," Jesse said in a deceptively calm voice.


"Jesse, Luke, there ain't no easy way to say this so I'll just say it: Bo's been kidnapped."


"Kidnapped? Who did it? Why?" Luke anxiously asked.


"I don't know who they are, but I know what they are," Rosco began. "They're hitmen, hired to kill a man who's gonna be coming through Hazzard in a couple of days."


"Well what's that got to do with Bo?" Jesse asked.


"The man they're after is a prisoner who is being taken to Virginia to testify against their boss. They want me to let the man out of jail and take him to Rainbow Canyon. If I don't do it, they'll kill Bo," Rosco explained, staring at the tabletop as he spoke.


"You can't do that," Jesse said after several minutes of silence.


"I have to Jesse, they ain't kidding they'll kill Bo if I don't give them this Lewis Turner."


"I know that Rosco, I heard ya the first time. That don't change anything though, you can't just turn this man over to be killed, not even to save Bo."


"I can't let them kill him Jesse."


"I'm not saying you should Rosco, we're just gonna have to find him before the deadline, that's all."


"What if we can't do that? Do you honestly expect me to just let them kill Bo so a man who is a criminal himself can live?"


"Of course not, we'll look for Bo, but we'll also come up with a plan to get Bo away from them when you meet them with this other man."


"Jesse these ain't like the types that Boss deals with, these are professional killers. They aren't going to be that easy to fool," Rosco pointed out.


"I know that, which is why whatever we come up with has to be good," Jesse said.


Unable to believe what he was hearing, he turned to Luke expecting the younger man to side with him. "Don't tell me you agree with Jesse?" Rosco asked.

"I don't like it, but Uncle Jesse's right. You can't turn this man over to be killed," Luke reluctantly agreed with his uncle. "Bo wouldn't want you to do that either Rosco and you know it," he said.


"Then I guess we better get busy looking for him," Rosco finally said, tacitly agreeing to their plan. Silently he promised himself that if they couldn't find Bo before the deadline then Turner was going to be handed over. Bo might not like it, might hate him for ransoming another man's life for his, but at least he'd be alive to hate him.


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Laying on the floor of the small closet where they'd shoved him, Bo worked to free himself from his bonds. He didn't know how long he had been inside the small space, but finally he managed to work one hand from the ropes. Bringing his arms around to the front, he carefully removed the rope from his other hand, being careful not to aggravate his abraded wrists. Reaching up, he pulled the hood from his head, and after a deep breath, he jerked the tape from his mouth, wincing in pain. Slowly stretching sore, cramped muscles, he carefully climbed to his feet. Standing at the door, he listened carefully, trying to hear if they were in the room. Finally deciding that he was alone, he slowly opened the closet door and peeked around it into the room. Seeing that he was alone, he crept from the small space and carefully moved to the window. Being as quiet as possible, Bo began to raise the window, pausing at a particularly loud creak, he waited. After a moment, he came to the conclusion that they hadn't heard the noise and he continued to raise the window. He took a moment to listen for any out of place sound from outside, hearing nothing, he climbed out of the open window and jumped to the ground. Ignoring the feel of rocks and twigs under his bare feet, Bo made his way towards the nearby woods. Just as he made it to the treeline, he heard a sudden shout behind him and knew his escape had been discovered. Breaking into a run, he hurried to put as much distance between himself and his kidnappers as he could. Shutting out the pain in his feet as he ran over the rough terrain, Bo prayed for help from above. Pulling up short, he stared down at the ravine he'd nearly stumbled into and began to turn.


"That's far enough blondie," Roy shouted.


The shout stopped him in his tracks, looking back over his shoulder Bo took a chance and began to run. The feel of a bullet grazing his shoulder knocked him slightly off balance, stumbling, he lost his footing and fell down the steep slope towards the ravine below. He groaned aloud as his body impacted with rocks and tree roots on his unexpected trip to the bottom. Bo never knew when he finally reached the floor of the ravine, part way down the slope his head cracked against a large rock immediately knocking him out.


"Damn it Rick, why did you do that?" Roy demanded as they watched the blond man tumble down to the bottom of the ravine.


"What the hell are ya getting so upset about Roy? It just saves us having to kill him later."


"Well what if that sheriff wants to talk to him before he'll bring Turner to us?"


"Roy, he ain't got no way to get in touch with us, so he ain't gonna be asking to talk to blondie."


"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Ya think we should go check on him, make sure he's dead?"


"Nah, I know I hit him and if that didn't kill him, the fall did," Rick replied. Turning away from the cliff edge, he started the walk back to their hideout, confident that Roy would follow.


After one last glance at the broken, bleeding body in the ravine, Roy shook his head and turned to follow his partner.


TBC


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