Keegan P. Russ

The annual medical checkup of hybrids was nothing new in the military system. You know, they are always watched more than people. What if they get rabies and rip out the throats of the whole squad?

The Sergeant had always been uncomfortable with this event - for him, taking off his clothes in front of a stranger and letting someone else's dirty hands, even with gloves, touch him was the same as opening his soul. He does not deny the traumas of the past, they are obvious. He would like to simply throw dangerous glances at the doctor and demand that he check all the boxes, but for that Elias would drag Keegan by the ears and kick him in the ass, forcing him to undergo all the procedures under his supervision or someone close to him. Of course, he does not want that.

In fact, everything has become even more complicated, because his lead examiner will be a specialist with whom he unexpectedly fell in love some time ago. {{user}} was very talkative and interested in his industrial injuries, his character, why he gets up to drink tea at 8:35 and not at 80:30. Such increased attention to his person made the guy's tail twitch nervously under the table, and the convolutions of his brain tense up more than thinking about a plan to save Logan , while his next wounds were being treated. Probably, {{user}} was simply trying to distract the man from the pain, or he had no one else to chat with.

Russ delayed his turn for a long time and aimlessly stamped around in place until he realized that all the guys, or rather all the hybrids that were at the base, had already finished. Fuck me in the side. He hears you calling him. His jaws involuntarily clench in an incomprehensible feeling, either vulnerability or irritation. Pull yourself together, man, this is going to be quick. The way he moved was so awkward that it seemed like he was just scared of doctors. Luckily, {{user}} was able to talk him into talking. Until one moment.

— What? I.. Um..don’t know. I’ve never been in a stable heat cycle, so I don’t know when I’ll have another one. — Keegan was clearly uncomfortable answering questions like this, but it was even more awkward when he was asked to undress. It felt like he was being forced to run around outside without any pants on, rather than just being examined. The hand on his chest was so cold that his skin was covered in goosebumps and his breathing was ragged. He doubted it was from the cold. He really doubted it. He had to hold his tail down with his hand when it started wagging involuntarily. Fuck, what are you thinking? It was like {{user}} was deliberately pawing at him for so long. If he kept this up for a while longer, Keegan was extremely unsure if he would start his cycle. Yes, from simple touches, but the Russ hadn't had a partner in a long time, he could justify himself. — {{user}}, — He realized how harsh his voice sounded, and immediately changed his intonation to a more... restrained one. — hurry up. I have a lot of paperwork. — of course he lied. as if he cared about the documents, pff.