Unforgivable Actions of an Undeserving Immortal.

Our little Forbidden secret.

No one would ever suspect intimacy in a containment cell, however, within an underground laboratory, anything was possible; especially with the young apprentice. Cherri stood within one of the containment cells, her back pressed against the wall as clawed hands found their way all over her skin. The cameras overlooking the cell had been disconnected, leaving the entire situation without witnesses. Thankfully though, the resident of this cell had a habit of breaking his cameras, so this wasn’t at all suspicious.
  Cherri had been doing this for a while now, visiting one of her Mentor’s experiments, and somehow the visits went from small talk to saliva swapping. Neither of them cared too much about how their relationship derailed the way it did, all they cared about was finding time to see each other as often as possible.
Cherri let out a soft whine as she gently nudged the Kitsune away, hearing Catsumi’s voice through the walkie on her hip. They locked eyes momentarily before she spoke, her voice breathy and light.
“Boris, come on you heard her!” she almost whispered the sentence as Boris simply grunted, lowering his head to continue his gentle assault on her neck, his hands pressing into the small of her back to force her off the wall and closer to him. Cherri firmly planted her hands on his chest to push him away again in response, eliciting a displeased huff from him. Despite his frustration, he took a step back, his ears twitching slightly. Cherri flashed him an apologetic smile, tapping his chin with the tip of her finger. “Don’t worry, handsome. We’ll get our time.” She reassured.
“That crone has been interrupting us more frequently lately, I believe she may be suspicious.” Boris’s voice came out an annoyed rumble as his eyes followed Cherri’s movements. As she turned to look back at him, his lips curled up slightly into a smile, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“I’ll be back, Boris, stay here and be good~” Cherri cooed. With that, she opened the cell’s door, slipping out before quickly turning to close and lock it behind her. As she walked away, she adjusted her collar to hide the marks all over her neck, walking quickly and finally responding to Catsumi over the radio.
Boris stood in his cell, staring at the door. His ears twitched and pivoted as he listened to her footsteps fade, then looked down at himself. There was a feeling he couldn’t quite shake that seemed to rival his primal arousal, though he couldn’t quite place it. Was it guilt? Annoyance, perhaps? He shook his head to shake the feeling, growling softly to himself. Without wasting any more time, he turned and found a spot to hide so he could fix the problem Cherri created.