Good evening! I guess miracles do happen once in a while :) I am here with chapter ten of The Human Experiment 3. It's been a long time and I can't promise you updates regularly, but what I can promise is to do my best to update once in a while when I have the time and energy to do so. How have you been? I've missed you guys immensely! I miss the way we used to chat through the comments and I miss your insightful commentary when you find something odd or exciting about some particular. I hope you all are doing well and that life is giving you what you wish - and if it isn't? Well, you're not the only one lol.

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*Warning* There are adult situations happening in this chapter and mentions of self-harm. If you are sensitive to any of these subjects, please skip the second half of this chapter.

Enjoy!

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I stay outside for another hour before deciding to head home again. Yuri is probably worried about me, and pacing around the house like a madman while the kids watch him in amusement.

I take my time walking back, just enjoying the city settling down as the sun sets – leaving the sky a beautiful mix of blue, red, orange and even violet. I reach the house half-an-hour later and open the front door, finding the kids playing around the house as usual. I greet them all and look around to find Yuri but find his presence absent.

I put my hands inside my pockets and enter the bedroom, finding Yuri under the covers with a book in his hands. I say nothing and get under the cover, snuggling close to him while reading over his shoulder.

"What's this?" I mumble, leaning down and biting his shoulder. Give me attention!

"Ow," he mutters, swatting at my forehead but I'm quick enough to move away before his fingers reach me. I bite him again but this time he hits me on the head with the book and that actually hurts!

"Ow," I whine, rubbing my head. "That hurt."

"Well boohoo, you started it," he says with a fond smile, finally moving his eyes from the book to me.

"What's that?" I ask, taking a place across his lap while moving the book to the side.

"Well, before you started disturbing me, I was reading the book Data recommended," Yuri snickers when I glare at him.

"Disturb you?" I huff, I try to scramble away from his lap but Yuri puts the book away and wraps his arms around my middle and holds me tight.

"You're not going anywhere, sugar," he murmurs in my ear.

"No, not the nicknames, please," I moan, avoiding his kisses.

"Honey, my puff pastry, suga' puffs, baby boy," Yuri whispers hotly in my ear while I pitifully try to move away.

"I hate you," I groan loudly and that only makes Yuri laugh even louder.

"You love me!" he practically screams and pulls me to his chest where I can hear his heart beat wildly. I decide to settle there since it's so warm and cozy, and safe.

"I do," I murmur fondly, leaning my head up and puckering my lips – hoping he would get the message.

He does.

Yuri quickly leans down and kisses me passionately. I reciprocate and wrap my arms around his neck, but Yuri the Horny has to take it a step further and places his hand on my butt. I end the kiss with a soft sound and try to glare at him through, what must be heart eyes.

"What?" he asks, a cheeky grin present on his full lips.

"Why are you always so horny?" I mutter, placing my hand above his to emphasise my point.

"But it's such a cute ass, how can I not touch it?" Yuri says with a grin, not at all ashamed to give it a squeeze. I squeak and slap his chest, willing my blush to go far, far away.

"Easy, just don't touch it," I shake my head at him.

"How about this, then?" he mumbles, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth. His hand leaves my butt but he reaches behind his neck and grasps one of my hands and puts it on his crotch.

"Yuri!" I argue and gasp when he squeezes his fingers above mine and I can feel how hard and-

Big...he is.

"Yuri," I whisper and I can sense his apprehension.

"I'm sorry, Aleks," he begins moving my hand away but I refuse and clutch his bulge tighter resulting in him groaning loudly. Why do you always have to be so damn loud? I lean forward and press my lips to his while moving my hand up and down.

"Shut up," I command, biting my lip. I prepare myself mentally, searching for any doubt inside myself but there's nothing but the ever-rising heat. I slide my hand inside his pants and underwear, moaning lowly when feeling his heated erection against my hand.

"Fuck, we need lotion or something," he mutters, looking around the room to find anything but it's empty. I quickly remove my hand – ignoring Yuri's pathetic whine – spit into it and slide it inside his pants to grab hold of it now.

"W-what do I do?" I ask uncertainly, my worried eyes meeting Yuri's glazed one.

"What you usually do to yourself," he instructs me, leaning forward and biting the sliver of skin my sweatshirt allows him to.

"I've never-" I mumble, suddenly ashamed of my lack of experience.

"Fuck Aleks, you've never-" Yuri gasps, his hips moving against my slack hand. "That's so fucking hot. J-just move your hand up and down, love," I nod my head nervously and do as he says. Yuri whimpers when I wrap my fingers tighter against him and begin rubbing his slick penis up and down.

I can feel my own body reacting to his own reactions, and why is it suddenly so hot? I have the sudden urge to remove my sweatshirt but I can't. I shake my head and push the thoughts back into the dark recesses of my mind. Now's not the time!

"Aleks, Aleks," he moans loudly, his hips twitching as I continue stroking him but I tighten my fingers around him and that makes him whimper cutely. I smirk and lean forward to bite his neck, leaving several marks here and there. "Fuck."

"Why are you so hot?" I growl, swiping my thumb across the wet tip and that has him whimpering even more; hips moving forward and away from me at the same time. "Does it feel good?"

"Fuck, as if you don't know that," he chuckles, licking his lips almost obscenely. He opens his eyes and I swallow heavily at the look in them. "Let me touch you, Aleks. I'll make you feel so good, love." I think about it for about a second before nodding my head quickly. Yuri sits up more straight and works open the button on my pants before spitting into his hand as well and slides his hand inside my underwear.

I immediately feel the budding panic taking its place inside my mind but when his hot fingers wrap around me, I gasp for breath and curl into myself.

"Fuck."

"Yeah, gonna make you cum so fucking hard," he mutters, moving his hand up and down slickly and I can't concentrate on anything else. The warm feeling is spreading from my penis into every cell inside my body. I find myself moaning uncontrollably as the pleasure peaks higher and higher. It feels so good and my head feels so floaty...

"Aleks, please, I'm so close," I hear Yuri mutter when I remember that I'm also pleasuring him. I moan softly and resume stroking him, as well, focusing mostly on the wet, spongy tip.

"M-me, too," I moan helplessly, my hips moving on their own accord against his hand. It builds and builds until I can't think anymore and then the most wonderful feeling erupts inside me like a thousand stars exploding behind my closed eyes. I can vaguely hear Yuri groaning in the background and a weird liquid spills across my fingers.

It feels like an eternity and a second when I regain my consciousness.

I open my eyes blearily to find myself lying above Yuri. He's breathing erratically, a dazed smile on his lips. I wonder if I look like that. I slowly remove my hand from his sticky underwear and look at my hand, studying the foreign liquid in fascination. Yuri giggles at my crossed eyes.

"What do I do with this?" I ask him, holding up my hand.

"Some people like licking it," he tells me with an obscene smile.

"Ew," I shake my head at him. "No way."

"Just wash your hands, love," he murmurs, stroking my cheek with his hand. I immediately pull back and study his hand, finding it clean. Yuri holds up his other hand with a raised eyebrow and I watch in horror how he puts one of the fingers in his mouth, licking away the-

I gag in disgust.

"Yuri!" I scold him, hitting his chest with my clean hand. I climb off him, ignoring his cute laughter.

"What? It doesn't taste horrible, just salty and slimy,"

"Stop it!" I try to hide my hand behind my back while opening the door slowly, seeing that most kids were in the next room. I curse lowly and give Yuri a last glare before exiting the bedroom and running to the bathroom. Thankfully it's empty and I can sneak inside quietly; locking the door after myself.

I look at myself in the cracked mirror and find my face flushed and lips swollen. I look at my dirty hand and intend to wash it when a memory comes to mind.

"Uh, feels so good, keep going,"

"Please Sir, don't make me do it again!"

"I'm coming, you make me feel so good, Number One,"

I raise my eyes from my sticky hand and watch my reflection.

"Sir, please..."

I whimper and turn on the water, putting it on the hottest setting; ignoring the burning of my skin as I wash away Yuri's pleasure from my hand. I scrub and scrub with the soap until my hand is red from the heated water. I turn it off with a trembling hand and sob pitifully. I sit down on the toilet, wrapping my arms around myself, willing the horrible thoughts away.

Just leave me alone.

I scratch my arms and know what this means.

I'm so sorry, Data.

I reach behind the toilet and grasp my trusted piece of glass. I roll up my right sleeve and decide where to cut this time, finding the lower part less scarred than the higher. I whimper quietly when the glass cuts through the skin and blood spills steadily. I watch the bright red drops slide down my skin until they drip down and hit the ground in small droplets.

One is not enough...

I put the glass on the skin slightly under this scar and slice another gash, this one long and deeper and I didn't expect the large amount of blood that begins spilling out. I curse and quickly gather many paper towels and press them tightly against the wound but it's too late – too much blood is spilling, and when did the room begin spinning?

I wobble and find myself falling to the floor quickly before everything's turns bright and then black.

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