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Chapter 1 the APC

It was sort of ironic, being the call in Veterinarian for a lab that tested on animals. The APC was an impressive establishment, towering only four stories high but spreading over the area of seven city blocks. There were only two entrances and one exit. The entrances stood on opposite sides of the front wall, the exit was at the back with men available to escort anyone needing to leave.

Raimi had been to the lab three times already, but still, looking up at the windowless brick walls, he would rather stay outside in the cold.

A head and shoulders popped over the side of the roof looking down at him, an AR-18 pointed down at his head. He glanced around realizing that three others were pointing the rifles down at him as well. He swallowed.

“I’m Doctor Hanna,” he called holding up his hands. “I was called in today!”

Before he’d finished, the first man backed off a step talking into a walkie-talkie. The metal door suddenly began to slide forward, scraping loudly against the cement and the snow at the doorway.

Raimi walked awkwardly into the small compartment. The door scraped shut behind him and he waited patiently in the dark for the laser to scan him. Finally the little blue light ran over his face and the second door opened.

He squinted at the sudden bright fluorescent lights but gladly walked into them.

“Ah, Doctor Hanna, there you are. I’ve been waiting for you.”

The door man Paul Adams was the youngest that Raimi had seen in the establishment. Standing at five foot, six inches he was also the shortest–and cutest. Raimi smiled, relieved to see his friendly face and began to walk alongside the young man.

“Mcguilvery’s in the lab with the animals right now.”

“What is it this time?” he asked. “Pigs again?”

“No. Bunnies.” He crinkled his nose, clearly remembering the scene. “Be warned,” he said. “They’re bleeding a lot.”

Raimi frowned.

“They’re wounded? How?”

“You’ll see....”

They reached the door and rather than buzzing, Paul entered his code and the door slid open.

Instantly Raimi was assaulted with the strong scent of blood and woodchips. He glanced at Paul who was trying unsuccessfully to hide a grimace.

Doctor Mcguilvery came out from the back room at once, a mask covering his nose and mouth and another one in his hand. Raimi took it at once placing it over his face to block out some of the smell.

“Thank you, you’re dismissed.” He nodded to Paul who took the opportunity and quickly left. Raimi listened to the door sliding shut, suddenly feeling very closed in with the smell and lack of windows.

“The Hares are this way,” the doctor said at once leading him into the back room. The room was slightly larger, but the smell was stronger, and with it came the poor little things which aside from the shallow breathing all looked dead already. Raimi went to the nearest cage noticing at once the blood dripping loosely from its rear end.

He bit back the words on the tip of his tongue. Of course the animals would be hurt, this was a lab that tested on them, and it wasn’t his place to demand to know what had been done to them.

“You’ll see of course the blood, but aside from that they seem to have lost most mobility in their limbs/appendages. We’ve already discovered the causes; the blood is mainly caused by fissures, and because of the procedures their muscles weakened. Do you think you can nurse them back to health?”

So you can continue to torture them? “Maybe...”

“Well if you don’t mind I’ll leave them in your care, page me on the intercom when you’re ready to leave for the day.”

He nodded and watched the doctor leave marveling at how someone could do his job and not seem to bat an eye. And here he was, not much better–helping these animals live, when really he should just let them die. He glanced up at the camera. But he needed the job–.

Clank!

And now he was locked in.

Raimi glanced back at the door. He had forgotten that they did that. He took a deep breath calming his nerves.

Okay, might as well do it one at a time, he thought looking up and down the isle of rabbit kennels.

He walked down the row examining the animals as he passed them, looking for the ones who seemed the most sick. He stopped at cage 17b wondering if it was already dead. Donning a pair of latex gloves he unlatched the door and gently carried the hare out. Internal bleeding and paralysis, why was he even here? If he managed to save them would they still be suitable test subjects?

Even so he was relieved to see that it was still alive. Fissures usually healed spontaneously on their own, so all he could do to ease the bleeding was give them a healthy diet. Hand fed diet, he thought looking around.

And he had to keep them clean so they didn’t get worse.

He began the day doing just that with a wet towel and filtered water, washing them all individually and gently. He found himself talking to them by midday as he bottle fed them water like babies. This was bad, he should stop.

“There you are honey,” he said as the little one opened its eyes. He smiled. He didn’t expect that. Maybe this one would make it–he frowned and held it for a little longer than necessary. He couldn’t help it; it was just so small and warm–and cute. “All done?” He took the bottle away and placed the animal back into its cage then moved on to the next one.

He had to page Dr. Mcguilvery to get someone to prepare an appropriate diet for the next day and gave up by evening. He’d done all that he could. He’d be back tomorrow to feed and clean them more. Plus four of the twenty weren’t bleeding anymore, and the rest aside from 17b, were only dripping occasionally.

Paul came to the door to retrieve him.

“You’re still here?” Raimi asked.

Paul grinned. “But I’m off now, so I’ll be escorting you out.”

“Lucky me,” Raimi said managing a smile.

They walked in silence until the back doors were opened and the cold air hit them. Raimi shivered and glanced at Paul who was positively shaking.

“You need a better coat,” he said.

“Then share!” he said laughing.

“Oh, do you want to trade? Mine’s pretty warm,” and he was use to the cold.

“No,” Paul said tugging at Raimi’s zipper. “I want to share.” He pushed into the coat with him and sighed. “That’s better.”

“Uh–.”

“We gonna walk, or what?”

“Oh, right.”

It was hard to walk with the man pressed against him and the fingers stroking his back didn’t help at all.

“I smell,” he finally muttered.

“Mm, like bunny blood and hand sanitizer.”

Raimi grimaced.

“It’s okay,” Paul said grinning. “Your cologne smells nice though.” He pushed his face into Raimi’s neck and inhaled deeply. Raimi was sure he could feel his heart pounding. “So....” Paul looked up at him inquisitively. “Am I coming to your place?” he asked.

Raimi stared realizing that they were already out the front gate.

“Oh–I–I don’t know–.”

“Why not?”

“Well–you’re young–.”

“I’m twenty-three.”

“Oh.” Shit.

Paul watched him for a moment confused.

“You have a boyfriend?”

“No...”

What was wrong with him, why was he saying no? He hadn’t even seen Kevin in more than three months and Paul was cute and sweet–and he was already hard.

“Okay, I get it.” Looking away, Paul tried to pull away but Raimi grabbed him and pulled him fully against his body.

“No, I want you to come,” he said. “I just haven’t done this in a while, that’s all.”

“Okay,” Paul said looking relieved, and clearly pleased by Raimi’s response to him he slid his palms just under Raimi’s belt and pulled their hips together.

Raimi shut his eyes, holding back a groan.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Raimi’s heart pounded for the entire drive home. In actuality he had never done anything like this before. He’d had two real boyfriends and they were the only people he’d ever slept with–and they’d waited. He wasn’t really sure what to do so he just sat and let Paul’s hand stray from the wheel. His fingers rested on Raimi’s thigh a moment then slid purposefully over his crotch. He massaged the bulge of Raimi’s cock grinning every time he made him moan.

“How many times have you done this?” he finally asked.

Paul shrugged. “Is this the one?” he asked. Home already.

“Yeah.”

Raimi’s finger’s fumbled on the lock and he half wished that Paul’s hands weren’t inside his underwear, and his breath wasn’t tickling the back of his neck and his cock wasn’t pressed against–. He moaned.

“You’re going to make me come before we get inside!”

“Sorry!” Paul said laughing. He withdrew his hands from their stroking and leaned his weight against Raimi, waiting. “You get it yet?” he asked.

“No.”

Paul’s fingers began to twitch on his belly.

“I want to touch you,” he whispered. “Open the door already.”

“Well, you’re very distracting–stupid fingers–stop shaking–.” The door swung suddenly open and they both toppled into the dark interiors falling to the floor. “Shit. No not here–wait. God you’re fast,” he said realizing that he’d somehow had his coat removed and pants pulled down. He had enough sense to kick the door closed before the nearly undressed Paul snaked out of his briefs and pulled Raimi on top of him.

He lifted his head up shoving his tongue hungrily into Raimi’s mouth moaning. “Touch me,” he said quickly before continuing to plunder his mouth. God he was a good kisser.

He reached his hand down wrapping it around Paul’s pulsing cock and squeezing it gently.

“Mmm.” He sighed leaning his head back as Raimi stroked him. Finally he reached down doing the same for his partner. It felt so good. So intimate laying in the dark on the floor and doing this.

“Do you have any lube?”

“In the bedroom.”

“Fuck it.” He pushed Raimi up into a sitting position and bent over his cock. Raimi moaned as it disappeared into the boys mouth, his tongue sliding along the shaft, he sucked softly for a moment making Raimi’s whole body shudder and then licked it sloppily some more.

Suddenly he flopped back onto his back.

“Ready,” he said, stroking his cock slowly.

Raimi stared.

“Are you sure? You don’t want me to–.”

“No, just fuck me,” he whispered. “Please.”

Giving in to the word Raimi positioned himself, his slick cock pressing against the soft nub of Paul’s entrance.

“Fuck me,” he whispered again and Raimi pressed slowly into the entrance. Paul gasped and shuddered all the way till Raimi’s balls were against his ass. He wrapped his legs around his waist and thrust softly making them both groan.

“You don’t have to be so gentle,” Paul whispered.

Bending fully over him Raimi braced his hands against the ground and pulled out slowly ramming back into the boys hole.

“Ah!”

He did it again and the subsequent cry made him want to stop holding back and come right that second. Shuddering he continued to fuck the boy as hard as he could, his cock sliding almost painfully in and out until it burned. He would have been afraid to do it so hard if Paul’s cries of pleasure weren’t possibly the most erotic thing he’d ever heard.

“Ah! Yes! Harder! Ah!” He lapsed into an unintelligible string of noises, crying them as his muscles tensed. Raimi thrust harder into the tightened hole shuddering to a climax as Paul’s come spilled in between them. He continued to thrust until all of his come seeped into the tight ass, making it slippery inside.

Finally he collapsed against the smaller man gasping.

“You’re so good,” Paul panted. “You’re so hot–how did you end up here, working for APC?”

“Same way you did,” Raimi said against his neck.

Paul laughed breathily.

“I doubt it,” he said.

They pulled apart and lay next to each other for a while still catching their breath.

“Can I use your shower?” Paul finally asked.

“Yeah, the washroom’s in the bedroom.” Raimi got up turning on the light and grimacing at the picture the two of them made.

He grabbed his boxers quickly and pulled them back on. Paul shrugged and walked to the washroom naked, which was fine. He looked good in come.

Raimi wiped himself off as the shower started and began to clean up. He folded Paul’s clothes and sat them on the bed. This definitely wasn’t the way he’d expected the night to go, but he was happy. It could be worse, Paul was sweet, carefree and sexy, who wouldn’t want someone like that?

The shower turned off and after a moment the door opened exposing the object of his thoughts dripping wet and wrapped in a towel.

“Your turn,” he said.

The warm water felt infinitely nice on his skin but the sound of Paul pissing into the toilet next to him was a little unnerving.

“So how often do you get called in?” Paul asked.

“Basically whenever they mess up,” Raimi answered. “Happens about twice a month.”

“Hm. What animals?”

“Pigs, Cats and Hares so far.”

“You’ve never seen a dog right? Do you know why that is?”

Raimi was tempted to remind the boy that he was bound by a contract and the information was supposed to be confidential but his curiosity won.

“No, why?”

“Well, the experiments seem to be working on them!” He sounded excited. “It’s weird, you wouldn’t expect it to be dogs right? Something else, maybe pigs... but when they figure it out with the dogs, they’ll probably figure out the rest of the animals.”

“What do you mean?” It sounded almost like nonsense. There was a long silence.

“Actually, I’m not supposed to say.” Good boy.

“What time do you need to be there tomorrow?”

“Seven,” he said groaning. “Actually check-in’s at six forty-five.”

“Ew. Well why don’t you go sleep? I’ll be done in a second.”

There was a pause from the other side of the curtain.

“Actually I should go home.”

Raimi frowned.

“Are you sure? You could use the sleep I’m sure.”

Paul laughed. “I don’t think I’d sleep if I stayed here.”

Raimi laughed.

“So how did you end up working at APC anyway?”

Another pause.

“Well, my boyfriend is one of the department heads.”

Raimi wasn’t sure he’d heard.

“What?”

“I don’t think you’ve met him, he deals mostly with the dogs....”

The water suddenly ran cold–no wait that wasn’t the water.

“Oh.”

A very long and painful pause ensued.

“I should probably go soon...” Paul muttered from behind the curtain. “But first,” he popped his head into the shower, “can I suck you off before I go?”