Waking up the next morning from a comatose slumber, I felt a warmth pressed against my front and found my hands gracing a soft, but stone-like wall. Heat and gentle breaths came from the wall, and that's when I realized what that wall was.

Flipping my eyes open, I choked on my breath as I looked up and found Charlie's sleeping face right next to me. His blond hair was matted but rumpled on top of his head, giving him the ultimate, most sexy morning look I'd ever seen. Gorgeous black lashes rested against his cheekbones and unshaven, blond stubble kissed his jawline.

Sweet baby Jesus, I could get used to waking up like this.

What the hell was I thinking? I shouldn't and couldn't get used to this.

The recollection of what had happened yesterday flashed through my mind. With a small clench in my heart, I therefore slipped out from under the heavy arm I found still limply slumped over my waist, and then wrapped his top covers around my lower naked body. I then carefully tiptoed out of his room, leaving the door ajar instead of closing it which could wake him, and then slipped into my own room, heading straight for the bathroom.

I found myself in my reflection and couldn't help but simply pause and stare. Green eyes looked back at me, impossible hair mocked me. With a sigh, I looked away, trying not to think about how it ended up like that. Instead I went for my toothbrush and began brushing my teeth.

I spent two whole minutes trying to scrub the taste of his lips off mine, but no matter what, it stayed. Frustratedly, I therefore moved on to trying to tame my hair, tying it up into a lazy bun so I could wash my face. I would need a whole shower, but my face had old makeup all over it, sweated out by last night's events.

Stop thinking about it.

Splashing my face with ice cold water, I rubbed and scrubbed until I felt like I'd gotten all the dirt and sebum away. I blindly reached for my towel and dried my skin off, catching any remaining products that lingered. I emerged from my towel and then had to hold back a startled gasp as I found Charlie standing behind me in the mirror, watching me. "Charlie!"

"You were gone when I woke up," He raspily said, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back against his bare torso. My body tightened everywhere as he lowered his head to my neck and pressed his lips against it. "I didn't like that."

"I'm sorry," I breathily whispered when he began peppering small kisses up and down my shoulder, to the sensitive spot behind my ear where I heard him rumble tiredly, sleep still tainting his voice. "I thought it would be best if I wasn't there when you woke up..."

"Why?"

"Because..."

Charlie turned me around in his arms and I complied submissively, already melting in his touch as I felt his hand cup the back of my head, pulling me closer until our lips were millimeters apart. My eyes fluttered shut as he then descended on them, claiming them in a deep and thorough morning kiss.

I really shouldn't, but I couldn't resist.

I moaned and kissed him back, flattened my palms against his chest, gliding them up and around his neck as his tongue dipped into my mouth and tangled with my own. He worked slowly, his other hand brushing from my hip to the small of my back, down to my rear, then up again. He pressed me forward to let me feel his steely length prod my stomach, making me shudder and let out a small mewl.

It wasn't fair he was naturally this good. He knew how to kiss without practice, he knew how to seduce without even trying. He said the right things and made the right sounds, and the best part was, he wasn't even aware of it. He relied purely on instinct and whatever he wanted to do and say. He didn't have a filter yet, so if he thought it, that meant I'd hear it. Case in point...

He drew away from my lips long enough to breathily whisper just a few words. "I like you, Carly."

My heart thrummed rapidly in my chest as his words finalized within my head. "Charlie..."

I hadn't taught him about beauty. Hadn't explained to him the understanding of something being beautiful, sweet, hot, sexy or gorgeous. In his world there was only like and dislike, and as from what I could tell from his time in the facility, there hadn't been a lot of likes for him. Only pain, suffering and hurt.

So when Charlie used the word like, he meant it. For him it was the concept of everything; beauty, goodness, sweetness and everything else that was positive and likable.

And he liked me. In one word, he summed up everything, because it was all the same to him. He liked me.

"Ch-Charlie..."

When my voice broke, his lips dipped again and ravaged mine, so slowly and tenderly I was sure I was going to dissolve in his arms. One hand went to my hair and yanked my hair tie out again, letting my hair pool around my shoulders. He liked it loose then, I presumed. His other hand slid down to my hip and grasped the thin bedcover I had tied around my waist like a toga, and then tugged at it. It fell to the floor in a pool of cotton.

Sucking in a breath as his lips briefly left mine, I felt him untangle himself from me and reach for my top we never removed yesterday, making quick process of pulling it over my head and tossing it on the floor along with the bedcover. I now stood completely naked before him, my skin sensitive under his touch. His glowing eyes took in the sight of me, drank me up, particularly focused on my breasts that I suspected he had a thing for.

I wasn't mistaken; Both of his hands came to my round and needy mounds and cupped them gently while he watched my nipples pebble when he smoothed his thumbs over them, rubbing them. A shiver passed through me and I let my head fall back as he bended forward and let his lips trace feathery kisses across my collarbones, down between the valley of my breasts. His lips then fared left and caught one nipple, popped it into his mouth and began sucking on it like it was his breakfast.

It really was.

A moan and another shudder then left my body as I felt him twirl his tongue around my hard nipple while softly pinching the other between two fingers. Dear God, how did he know just what to do? I seriously had to at least consider that he could read minds. Given everything I'd seen him do, it wasn't completely ridiculous to assume.

"Charlie..." I breathlessly moaned when he suddenly switched side and took my other nipple now, scraping his teeth lightly over it until it matched its sister; hard and pink. "Oh God, Charlie, you have to..." He had to stop. I was losing my mind again and this was so wrong. I was his mentor, his guardian, his caretaker – not his lover, his plaything, and certainly not his... his...

God, I couldn't even think it.

"Charlie," I tried again when he released my nipple and once again rose up to his full hight, only to lean down to my lips. "Charlie, please, we can't..."

"Why not?"

I released a pained breath and squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn't handle his magenta moons this second. "You wouldn't understand."

"Don't patronize me, Carly. There might be things in this world I don't fully understand, but that's not the equivalent of not comprehending a situation."

"I... wait, what?" For a moment I completely forgot about being aroused and instead pulled back to look at Charlie in complete shock. Where did all those words come from? "What did you just say?"

Charlie looked right back at me and cupped my head again. "You still look at me like the unknowing Creature you got assigned to back in the facility. I'm not him anymore, Carly. I evolved. You evolved me," He leaned further down to my lips until he was just above them. Those eyes imprinted on mine. "I know what I'm doing and I know what I'm saying, because you taught me. When I say I like you, I know what complications it brings, but it doesn't change the fact; I like you."

I swallowed. I could see now I had wildly underestimated his ability to comprehend just what we had done, but to use his own words, it didn't change the fact that we had still done it. It almost made the situation worse, actually. If he knew and I knew as well, it meant two consenting, informed adults had done something they shouldn't have. It didn't bode well for both our IQ's, especially when you considered whom we were dealing with.

There was no saying what C.E.N.T.U.R.I.E.S would do if they found out what we had done, but likely it wouldn't be good. They still saw Charlie as an experiment and they would most likely not approve of me 'messing' with him. It wasn't in my job description and I had signed a contract that said something along the lines of 'keeping him out of harms way', too. Oral couldn't exactly be called 'harms way' but the chaos that followed afterwards certainly could.

He was only here for another month and two weeks. Half of his probation time in the real world was already up, and then it was back to the facility for him, to be assessed if he had learned from the world or gotten damaged by it. Essentially the only thing that would matter was how well he had excelled in acting human.

And if sexual urges and feelings weren't human, then what was?

But again, it was a moot point; Charlie was leaving in another month and two weeks and there was nothing I could do to change that.

"I like you, too," I therefore said with a tight throat and looked up at Charlie who was still staring down at me. "But if you truly understand the situation, then you know this can't continue. For the sake of your safety and my own, this needs to stop. Last night was... inexpressible," I said after a moment of struggling to choose an applicable word for it, and even that didn't seem to justify it. "But it ends here, Charlie. We need to be professional about our relationship before this ends up badly. We don't want that, do we?"

"I want you," He murmured and moved even closer, pressing himself up against my naked body that trembled against his. His warmth scorched me and his touch pebbled my skin. "I just want to kiss you and hold you and look at you and be inside you and listen to you speak every day. I want to stay with you. Please let me stay, Carly."

I had to close my eyes to cover the tears that welled up inside them. The pleading in his voice broke my heart, knowing he wanted to stay with me but didn't have the freedom to do it. I wanted him to stay, too, but I saw no way of it possibly happening. A contract was a contract, and the ink had long ago dried...

"I'm sorry," I whispered to him and forced myself to pull back. Charlie looked like I had stuck a million needles inside his head when I turned away from him and covered myself from his eyes. "You can't."

And just like that, I broke his heart with a single blow that broke my own as well.

~~~

This had to turn back to normal, but it seemed impossible. After our 'break up' we hadn't spoken more words to each other than what passed as cursory words over the dinner table. Charlie didn't look at me anymore, didn't meet my eyes and had emotionally withdrawn for me. And it hurt.

But it was just as well. It gave me the chance to return to the duties I was getting paid to do, and after the incident at the park, there had been repercussions.

C.E.N.T.U.R.I.E.S had found out about it when it turned up on the local news. An old phone had managed to film a blurry video of a tall man stuck in the centre of an angry mob and had documented the invisible blast of energy that had shot them all back on their asses. The footage didn't give a clear imagine of Charlie though, as everything had been chaos, so at least his identity was safe for now. Nevertheless, C.E.N.T.U.R.I.E.S had called me in a fit to yell at me about why I hadn't reported it to them.

I had received my first warning, and if I knew them right, I didn't get any seconds. This was too close a screw-up. One more and he would be gone. Taken from me. That's why everything had to go perfect from hereon out, the rest of the remaining time he lived with me.

And despite our lack of communication, we fell back into a rhythm that soothed us both. Charlie stuck to his routine of his daily morning marathon before breakfast, then continued on to shower and eat, watch a few cartoons, then read a few books I had chosen to assign him. Most of them were historical and educational, but a few were non-fiction. He read them without saying anything, only took them from my hand and adjourned to his room where he stayed for too many hours at a time.

I knew that at some point, I was going to have to be the adult and talk to him about what had happened between us, but I hadn't been able to find my lady balls to do it yet. On day three of our silence to one another, I had decided it was that time.

However, upon that same morning as I went to fetch the mail while Charlie ran his morning marathon, the plan changed. As I pulled a thick envelope out of my mailbox with the C.E.N.T.U.R.I.E.S symbol on the front, my heart dropped into my stomach.

Inside the envelope was a disc with a sticky note attached to it. Just a few words in a bad penmanship was scribbled onto it;

– To help you make an informed decision.
Regards, Dr. Jacoby

Anger, along with a rush of anxiety flooded my veins. Holding the flat disc in my hand it looked harmless, but anything could be on this outdated piece of technology. With an ink pen, someone had written Creature 6402-C on the shiny surface of the disc as a label, so it was safe to presume it held documentation of Charlie's time in the facility.

– Documentation of what they had done to him.

Sitting in front of my laptop in my living room, listening to the treadmill's silent thuds from upstairs, I hesitated to load the disc.

Not a single part of me wanted to see what they had done to him, but it was like sour milk; you knew it was sour, but you still had to take a whiff. I knew I would regret doing it, but I told myself a part of me would get to know Charlie better if I understood what he had been through. If I'd seen where he came from.

Therefore, while knowing Charlie wouldn't be done on the treadmill for another full hour, I loaded the disc into my laptop and then waited as the file showed up. The 'play' icon blinked, and with a last mouthful of regret, I clicked the symbol with my mouse and held my breath.

The video started playing and the first image popped up. My mouth instantly dropped and it hadn't even properly started yet. It was just what met me.

Sitting in a completely white room that was so blinding on my screen, I had to squint my eyes to see the young teenager sitting strapped to a chair, was Charlie. His head was completely shaven and was instead covered in electrodes that was hooked up to a giant machine. Five scientists in more white were circling him, some monitoring his vitals, others writing stuff down while only one spoke. She was documenting for the camera, but she was speaking in what I guessed was Russian, so I didn't understand a word.

I didn't have to though, because the next second one of the other scientists pulled out a large syringe. Young Charlie was shaking in his chair, trying to breathe calmly, but he was eyeing out the needle and worming his wrists in the reinforced cuffs they had locked him down with. He watched as the woman documenting for the camera finished speaking, then nodded to her colleague with the syringe.

He had barely poked it to Charlie's skin before the room exploded with a bang.

Just like in the park, an invisible blast shot out from Charlie and shoved everyone away from him. All five scientists hit the white walls with a hard thud, even though the walls were padded. Even the camera shook and cracked its lens as young Charlie fought with his restraints, frantically shaking his head and crying. I was so caught in watching him break down that I almost didn't see one of the scientists stagger to her knees and hit a button on the machine behind him.

A giant zap went through Charlie and his body went rigid like a board. His eyes rolled back into his head and then every limb on his body begun spasming uncontrollably. Volts of electricity powered through his brain and made him convulse in the chair, screaming until he suddenly went limp. The scientist removed her hand from the button, but young Charlie still didn't wake up. He stayed limp in the chair, head lolling to the side.

"Eksperiment ne proshel," The scientist declared before the video went dark and moved on to a new one.

I hadn't recovered from the first one and I wasn't sure I wanted to see more. My hands were already shaking and my head was aching after seeing just one cruel video of what they had done to him. I didn't want to see anymore, but at the same time I couldn't stop. When the next video started, my eyes didn't look away as yet another image of Charlie popped up, thankfully not in writhing agony anymore.

Yet.

A man speaking in German this time was documenting for the camera, while a more similar-aged Charlie sat in a chair behind him with restrainers on his... "Oh, God."

His eyelids were held back by two metal restrainers and his neon purple irises were staring straight ahead on a giant screen. Once again his head was decorated with electrodes, but also his heart and arms this time, sitting shirtless and calm. He didn't seem as panicked as last time, but was surprisingly relaxed as the other scientists around him prepped him for whatever he was about to do. Again, I didn't understand the German guy.

Suddenly the giant screen in front of him turned on. It showed a simple equation, one Charlie immediately provided the answer for. The screen switched to his answer and then added something to it. Another equation. Charlie answered again.

That's how it continued. For minutes I watched as Charlie provided them with the correct answer, then saw as the screen registered it and added to it. The number kept growing, the equation getting longer and harder, but Charlie never stopped replying. I watched almost ten minutes until I decided to check how long the video lasted. My jaw dropped when the reader told me 13.39.11 hours.

I skipped to the very end, but then wished I hadn't when what met me thirteen hours later was a pale, fatigued and barely sensible Charlie, still babbling out endless numbers and answers, his voice breaking in exhaustion. Even without having watched the whole video, I could tell they hadn't given him a break; his purple eyes were bloodshot and his mouth was drooping, lips dry and crackled. They hadn't even given him water.

"Oh, God," I whispered again and cupped my mouth as I saw one of the scientists poke something to his skin that sent a zap of voltage through him and woke him up as he was about to pass out. Charlie whimpered and painstakingly croaked out his answer. The machine beeped and lit up red. Wrong.

The German guy said something again, turning to the camera. Charlie begun silently saying something, a small plea for a just a two minute break, for which he got another zap from the device the other scientist help, making him jolt and go into a seizure. He screamed and started struggling against his restraints, and that's when they stuck a needle into his throat and made him pass out cold.

I was just about to turn the video off, refusing again to see more, when the screen suddenly went black again and the image changed. My finger paused over the Esc button and instead my eyes and ears focused on what now met me.

A naked Charlie lying strapped to a table, restrained like in the other videos, only this time, he wasn't awake. There was a tube down his throat and he was hooked up to monitors that kept him breathing. Five doctors in scrubs stood around him and looked like they were about to perform surgery, wearing medical gloves and masks. I thought I was about to witness him becoming a leg shorter when one of the female scientists then spoke up in surprising English, documenting for the camera;

"7th of march, Creature 6402-C is about to undergo experiment M-76. Creature is sedated and prepped, we are ready to proceed."

My lips irked in disgust as she then turned to her fellow colleagues and nodded, one of them picking up a small syringe from a metal plate and handing it to her. She pulled the cap off and flicked the tip.

"Injecting creature 6402-C with the modified sildenafil citrate, stand by for results."

I watched as she then poked the needle into a small area by his hip. She emptied the syringe and let the drug seep into him before pulling it out. Unconscious as he was, Charlie didn't move.

"Sildenafil citrate has been injected - now awaiting the effects before proceeding with trial."

I didn't know what that effect was supposed to be, nor how long I was supposed to wait for it, but I had hardly stared at the screen for thirty seconds before I saw it – and then had to keep my bowels from coming out my mouth as it happened.

Charlie's penis began hardening, growing into a strong erection. His size and weight resulted in him growing against his belly as he continued to grow until all eleven impossible inches of him laid for all of the scientists to see.

"Creature 6402-C has responded to the modified sildenafil citrate and trails will now continue. Documenting size, girth, length and weight of the appendage, details will appear in the data log."

I had to look away and swallow a mouthful of vomit when one of the scientists grabbed him by his cock and held it up so another could do exactly what the first scientist had said; They made a whole file on just his dick, the mobility, the curve of his hard-on, to the fucking color of his head. I nearly lost it.

That was, until, the scientist now turned her head to the camera again to make another statement, one I wished I'd never heard.

"Data has been logged, trials will now proceed to record and log a completion."

"No," I choked in utter horror as I then witnessed with wide eyes how the scientist now turned back to her colleagues and nodded. "No, please, God, no."

She took a firm hold on the base of his cock and then began; she stroked his long shaft leisurely and tugged on him while he laid unconsciously.

My eyes snapped away, but I still heard the sound I could never unhear; The sound of Charlie getting sexually abused while he was sedated, oblivious to what they were doing, oblivious probably to this very date. I doubted they had woken him up afterwards and told him they'd jerked him off to see how much he could ejaculate.

"Creature 6402-C's body is beginning to show signs of completion. Team is standing by."

I couldn't help it – my eyes snapped back and watched as the scientist continued to stroke his length, working up to his tip where she rubbed him.

And then with a rocket-like approach, Charlie began ejaculating, the scientists remaining impassive as he kept unloading, the spurts landing on his stomach.

"Creature 6402-C has reached completion and ejaculated for a whole of 13,11 seconds. Sperm count is yet to be calculated and aftermaths of the modified sildenafil citrate is yet to be determined. Scientists will now proceed to collect semen specimens from Creature 6402-C to freeze for further studies. Stand by."

I couldn't watch as they begun swapping and cleaning up his sperm, taking a fair amount of it for testing I assumed, while wiping the rest away. Charlie's erection had deflated some, but wasn't quite flaccid yet, simply just fell quietly while they worked around him.

But the worst part of it all? Through the whole thing, Charlie hadn't moved once. His face with the tube down his throat remained relaxed. Completely oblivious to what he was enduring. When he woke up he would have no recollection of any of it and they didn't tell him; Why would they?

Angry tears flamed in my eyes, and I thought I'd seen the worst when the scientist then turned to the camera again, her face being imprinted in my mind like the face of the fucking Devil itself.

"Trail one on Creature 6402-C has been a success, trail two shall commence momentarily. Scientists will record and compare outcomes of repetitive completions. Stand by for further logging."

"Christ!" I almost screamed and slammed my laptop down. I then hunched over forward and choked out a sound filled with disgust and nausea.

I couldn't believe what I had just seen – wished to God that I never had and that I could unsee it all again and be rid of the images that now flew around in my head.

Just how many times had they done it to him? Raped him while he was out cold, jerking him off until he gave them what they wanted?

I put my head in between my knees and locked my hands behind my head as I tried to control my breathing. Rage was pumping through me viciously, to the point where I actually began seeing red. I thought it was just an exaggerated expression, but it was real. Seeing red was a thing. Those sons of bitches touched Charlie and he had no idea to this day. God, if he ever found out...

Just in that moment, I heard footsteps suddenly come down the stairs. I had been too caught in my own thoughts to register that the thumps from the treadmill had stopped, only realized now as I heard heavy footsteps making their way down to the living room where I sat, frozen.

I couldn't shake off the pale expression on my face as Charlie came in, still in his gym clothes, sweat gleaming on his exposed torso. He was heading towards the kitchen for breakfast when he saw me sitting there, white as a ghost. His footsteps halted and he looked at me hesitantly, raising a slow brow. "Carly? Is everything alright?"

My eyes shifted and met his. His purple irises were pinned on me and it only made it so much harder to breathe. He looked at me with concern, tilting his head a little when I mutely closed my open mouth.

He deserved to know. Hell, he hadn't deserved what they had done to him, but he at least deserved to know the full extent of it. It would break him, but if this had been me, I would've wanted to know. It was my human right.

But Charlie wasn't human. Knowing could make him explode, and after seeing what I had seen, I knew it was a literal possibility. Even if he said he didn't want to hurt anyone, I understood how this could break him and maybe cause him to snap.

– But still he deserved to know.

Nothing they had done to him in that facility had been right, but at least I could do the right thing. He needed to know, and that's why, with a dry throat, I opened my mouth and spoke hoarsely.

"No, Charlie. I'm not alright. Please take a seat with me. We need to have a talk."

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You think she should tell him or not?