Locked Up

Footage

Third Person POV
Anti started the video, leaning forward a bit so his elbows were now on his knees.  At the beginning of the video, he saw himself grab Dark and push him against a wall, a little harshly.  Didn't Hemmings​ say that he didn't hurt him?  Anti sat up a little more straight, pupils shrinking a bit and starting to get nervous, but he blushed not very long after when he saw himself start to make a few moves on Dark.  The audio was low, making the green haired demon unable to hear the video.  He pressed pause on the remote, turning the volume up to where he might be able to hear it better.

When he pressed play again, he heard his own voice.

"Aw, is Darky blushing?~" His tone was teasing and he looked lustful, which caused Anti to blush a bright shade of green.  That was him in that video.  Did he really do that?

Anti buried his face in his hands, now embarrassed, but peered through his index and middle fingers at the footage.  He couldn't get himself to turn the video off.

"A-Anti, come on.  Why are you doing this?" He heard Dark ask his previous self, then watched himself place his lips on the other counterpart's neck, followed by a light moan.  Anti's blush increased, and he bit down on his bottom lip slightly.  This really happened, didn't it?  The audio filled the room with another moan from Dark.  Louder, longer, and more pleasured.  Anti bit his lip with more force, almost to the point of drawing blood, and he crossed his legs slightly, tightly pressing them together.  He felt himself starting to heat up just about everywhere, groaning slightly.

The green haired male then watched as Dark gripped onto his hips with force, kissing him afterwards.  So, that's why his hips ached this morning.  He also witnessed himself clawing into Dark's shoulders and ripping his shirt.  Did that hurt him?  Or even anger him?  Hemmings said that he was okay, but was he really?

Anti finally got himself to stop the video, covering his face again and leaned over, now looking at the ground with his fingers tangled in his hair.  Why was this even recorded?!  It's for research, but...privacy is also a thing.  Anti calmed down after a while, quickly exhaling, and standing up from where he was sitting.  He set the remote next to the projector and walked towards the door.  When it was open, the first thing—well, person—he could recognize was Hemmings.  Was she there the whole time?  The brunette scientist glanced over at the demon when she heard him approach her. "Oh, hello Anti!  I presume that you finished the video, no?"

Anti blushed, nodding in response, which earned a smile from the scientist. "Well, now that you're done, feel free to roam around.  After all, it's your reward for helping with the experiment." Helping?  Is randomly being chosen for a science project, without any say in the matter, considered helping? "Oh, but before you do, I have to tell you something.  You have another therapy session in an hour, a quarter 'til four, so don't be late.  Same place as it's always been; Kennington's office.  He's just going to ask you a few questions, then you'll be done for the day." Hemmings flashed another smile at Anti, then walked off while glancing down at her clipboard.

The demon let out a sigh, walking off in another direction to look around Staupraine, maybe even run into Virus, since he also wandered when he got the chance to.  He had an hour to kill with his new privileges; too bad they were only limited to a week, if he behaved properly.  Hopefully, he wouldn't come across Dark.  Now wouldn't that be awkward.  How was he going to explain?  He didn't have control over himself, nor did he even remember any of it.  This was going to be a painfully long hour.

a/n • 666 words, excluding this note.  Is this a sign that I should stop?  :,,