damned_institute | Day 43: Intercom, Evening

Hello! I.R.I.S. here once more to announce to you, our honored guests, that you have officially made it through a day of our typical Landel's treatment. Of course, it isn't quite over: we will now have you retire to our designated patient quarters with one of your agency partners to inspect their sleeping area and the tools that we provide them with for the true bulk of our behavioral testing. On an added note, we would like you to notice once again that the meals we provide to our subjects are of the highest quality.

For those of you feeling apprehensive about taking part in our more intensive methods, please be aware that we would never imagine putting all of you in any danger whatsoever. This last shift will be your last at our Institute; afterward, we will escort you to our Head Doctor's personal observation station to survey some of our test Next-Wave participants in the rigorous trials we put them through – all for their betterment, of course.

Once again, we hope that you are satisfied with what you find, and as always, direct any questions you may have to your console.

The nurses began to escort the patients to their rooms. They didn't even seem to be brought to awareness by words such as "testing" and "subjects."

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And now with the touching again. But he got chocolate anyway, taking another small bite and closing his eyes to enjoy the taste without having to think about being touched.

Unfortunately, that plan didn't work. "Yes." He blushed. Why were his prefixes dropping with so little provocation now?

Lockdown let his fingers rest there for about another klik, before removing them. "C'mon, you can't admit that doesn't at least feel a little good." He ran his hand through HK's hair once and then retracted his hand.

Reaching back for his desk, Lockdown took the other half of the layer of chocolate in his hand. "At least let me kiss you," Lockdown held the chocolate under his nose, baiting HK.

HK sighed. "Fine. It does." Maybe he could just get the chocolate faster if he agreed.

Or not. That caused a massive internal conflict, an epic war worthy of the Jedi and the Sith, between the forces of Neuroses and the temptation of Chocolate. Neuroses was very much like the Jedi: Heavily entrenched with the long-ruling establishment, with heavy influence over proceedings and a vital cornerstone to the republic of Denial. Chocolate, on the other hand, was a force that mostly skulked around the Outer Rim of consciousness, ever-present but only making itself felt in precision strikes to the core of Neuroses, and by extension, Denial.

This overly complicated metaphor was just another way to say that just like with his allegiance the Sith, HK was fated to side with chocolate. "...Okay." Maybe if he said it quietly, it wouldn't count as much, but he could still get the chocolate.

Lockdown gripped HK's hand, only to place the chocolate into his hand. He then gently cupped the droid's face in his hands and drew their lips together, kissing him softly. He flicked his glossa out a few times to run over HK's lip and let the kiss linger for a few kliks before releasing the droid.

That was nice. He found that kisses were a good way to ease tension. The bounty hunter reached behind him and broke off another two squares of chocolate. "You're a good sport. Here," He held out the squares. That left only three squares, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do with them.

At this point, HK at least knew what to expect, but he still froze slightly when it happened. Just close your eyes and think of the chocolate. Because thinking about the chocolate would make it easier to not notice that this actually felt good.

He'd actually relaxed slightly by the time it was done, taking the chocolate without comment besides a nod, taking another bite of the piece he already had, with another happy sigh. The proud Republic of Denial still stood for now, although the state of the supports it was built upon would make any architect scream in horror.

Lockdown put his hands on HK's shoulders and whispered, "See how good I can make you feel?" He stroked the droid's hair again, to prove his point. "If you let me go further, I'll give you the rest of the chocolate."

Almost there. He practically had HK eating out of his hand. Of course, HK had said he wouldn't mind if Lockdown just made him like it. If it came to that, Lockdown would have no qualms with it.

HK's only response to the query was a deep blush, something he was too unfocused to try and hide. "Um..." Putting it that way, he wasn't really sure. He did have most of the chocolate by now, didn't he?

The aforementioned chocolate was starting to melt a little on his fingers. He hadn't known it was prone to that. HK also never quite considered the idea of just fleeing back to his side of the room again. There wasn't anything really keeping him over here, except for his own, restricted thoughts. He'd been told to stay here, so that was what he was supposed to do. It didn't outwardly make sense, but to him it did.

"C'mon, HK, let me have you tonight," Lockdown figured that would be the best time to do this. Last thing he wanted was the nurses barging in here to investigate loud noises.

He gave HK another pat on the cheek and then released his shoulders, waiting for the droid's response.

"But I told the assassins I'd meet them tonight," HK protested, glad for once that the prefixes were gone. He was quite sure that an embarrassing one might have slipped out at this moment if they had still been functional.

Of course, he'd admitted to them that he was likely to be delayed by this anyway, but he had the sense not to say that.

"It won't take long, I promise. Maybe an hour or two, at the most," Lockdown replied. The bounty hunter then reached behind him and took the rest of the chocolate bar in his hand, holding it under his olfactory sensor. He then smirked, "Unless you're saying that you wanna go at it right this minute."

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