OBSERVE:

It shouldn’t have been like this. He shouldn’t have felt this kind of illness or whatever it was that these damn doctors sought to diagnose him with. Not that he felt sick in the slightest.

/It’s a rare condition. It is almost…impossible to fathom. This…this…creature… /

He glared through the clear glass doors. He knew they were behind it. Them with their skeptical and curious looks. Them with their accusing eyes and words.

A freak of nature. It was almost too surreal.

Sighing, he swung his legs off the narrow bed and sat with his chin resting upon his hands. He swung his legs back and forth, the cool breeze from the air conditioners blowing against his bare feet. His tail swished back and forth behind him, almost snickering as he imagined them writing furiously on their tablets.

/His tail moves! Oh, my gosh! His tail moves!!/

Well…no, duh. He was still alive, wasn’t he?

~ Might as well give them another show for today. ~

Stretching lazily, he jumped to his feet and scratched his back absentmindedly. He refused to turn around to glance at them behind the glass. Dressed in only the flimsy sheath of a gown, he padded around the small white room and reached for the plate of food they had been kind enough to leave for him. Growling softly at the raw meat, still filled with blood, he licked his lips and raised it to his mouth, spinning around slowly to make sure that they recorded his…

/ Disgusting eating habits. Like a barbarian from the jungles of the Amazon…it eats like it has never seen food before. /

Baring sharp canines, he dug them into the fleshy grub and chewed with a vengeance, dark eyes flashing in derision, as the blood slipped from the meat to coat his fingers and in time, the gown.

/ And another thing…he is quite fast in food consumption. /

Finishing with a loud belch and not bothering to wipe his hands, he sank to the floor and leaned his head against the wall.

~ Here it comes…bring out the bait. ~

/ And now is the part where we are left quite confused. It seems like the subject does this after every meal. He…signals for his mate…bring in Subject Two now! /

He closed his eyes and ignored the sounds of the metal doors opening. His nostrils twitched, tail beginning to flick back and forth even faster as the scent of the other filled it. His canines flashed again, as he felt the velvety tongue begin to lick the remains of the blood from his fingers.

~ Hai, let’s give them a good show, ne? ~

/ And now the strange mating ritual begins. The second subject seems to have a sort of awe-inspired look on his face. He walks into the room and goes straight for subject one. Watch as he licks the blood from one’s hands as if savoring something so dangerously sweet. Zoom in lens, please. /

A low rumble of pleasure escaped his lips as he felt the tongue slide up his arm and towards his jaw. He arched his neck and allowed it to bite the thick flesh. He opened up his eyes and stared at the glass, a smirk lighting his features as sharp canines dug into his neck. More blood to feast on.

/ Subject Two…seems to have a fascination with Subject One’s body fluids, especially his blood. We have studied the make up of this fine specimen, and have indeed noticed that the plasma and red blood cells do have rather interesting characteristics. Watch as Subject two is about to be given the same treatment. /

“Ah…yes!” He bucked up in quick jerks and buried his hands into the thick dark locks below him, thrusting up sharply as his pleasure mounted.

“Now.” He commanded.

/ And now this is the part where we can see the clearly dominant nature of Subject one. Watch as he commands and leads the second into a docile position. It’s as if Subject two…enjoys being this way. He barely makes a protest…/

/Or maybe it could be due to the fact that he has been heavily sedated, Doctor…/

/ Keep rolling and zip it! /

/ As I was saying, it seems like subject two, enjoys this…almost feminine gesture. Giving up the right to be dominant, even though he is clearly the larger and stronger of the two, but yet, he gives up his right to subject one. What manner of behavior is this? /

“Give them a good show, my love.” He whispered softly against the whimpering man’s ear. “Scream my name out like you have no care in the world.”

And with a swift thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside his lover’s body, tight muscles clenching as the sharp pain and pleasure slowly consumed him. He grunted and groaned, arms tightening around the lean waist, hips moving and pumping in a rhythm that slowly grew wilder and more frenzied. He leaned down to brush the dark locks away, creating a direct path to his intended target. Raising cool eyes to the ever-watchful ones behind the glass, he growled in a tone that was nothing short of primal in nature, before digging his teeth into the waiting flesh. Like a man deprived of food for weeks, he feasted on the only thing that could quench his hunger. He tightened his grip as he felt his mate quiver and began to mutter incoherent words. He reached for the swollen organ and stroked it roughly, matching it to his thrusts, listening to the rising tempo of his lover’s screams.

~ Watch and learn…see how it’s really done. ~

And with one final plunge, he smirked and contained his own scream of pleasure, allowing his mate’s cry to do it for both of them.

“VEGEEEEEEEEEETA!!!!”

~ Remember that name, you fools. ~

Allowing his mate to coat his fingers and the floor with his thick essence, he withdrew gently and sat back onto the floor, cradling the still trembling body to himself. In a move that was purely protective and possessive, he wrapped his tail around them both and buried his face against his lover’s hair.

They would be separated soon, and he was determined to enjoy the last few minutes with him.

/ And yet again, we have witnessed an occurrence that will no doubt be intriguing to you all. It is an almost violent ritual, but yet erotic and sensual in nature. A purely, animalistic instinct to mate with one of your own kind. This is the end of the recording for today. Tomorrow, we shall look at what happens when we bring in the female of the species./

/ Doctor…/

/Hai…fill up the room with the sleeping gas…/

~ Owari ~