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Well a lot of people loved chapter 8 so I thought 'hmm I think I'll try my best to make them love this story even more!' So here I am, back again and with another update. I know a bunch of you guys have been waiting to read this, and even though not many review, I know a lot of people read, so I'm happy about that. Well anyway, here is chapter 9, enjoy my fellow furries and scalies.

Chapter 9 - The Calm before the Storm

Chris's POV -

The feel of wet coldness on my scales woke me, made my eyes open slowly. As I opened them I looked at the other Dragon, who was washing off the blood from my wounded arm, the gash now bandaged. As I looked at him he stopped, looking at me and staring back for only a moment before going back to cleaning me. He checked all of my injuries, especially my foot, which felt a lot better than it had when we had left the facility. It was probably stitched or something special. He finished working on me a bit after, moving away from me to go and sit on the chair nearby. He was still in his same attire, no shirt, just those black baggy type pants with combat boots and his sword, the dark grey sash tied to his waist held it securely to his side, his left hand rested softly upon the handle, his gaze set to outside the window.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asked without even looking at me.

I gave a small nod, but attempted to speak but stopped as he nodded slowly. Apparently he didn't have to look to know what I was doing. He saved my life, and had almost ended it. I knew I shouldn't trust him. He was dangerous and very unpredictable. I needed to keep my guard up around him, in case he decided to use that sword of his. As my mind thought sword, my eye caught something in the corner, leaning against the wall beside the door. It was another sword, the same as the one had had, and it had been the one I fought him with. As my eyes flicked to the sword, he looked at me, a bored, yet calm look in his eyes as he spoke quietly.

"I'm not going to hurt you, or go behind your back and kill you. I'll repeat myself again, though I don't like doing it so listen well. I would not go and lower myself so much as to kill you without you knowing. If I were to try and kill you again, I'd give you one of my swords, and we would fight, and I would kill you in battle, not by stabbing you in the back. Do you understand?"

I nodded quickly, sighing a little. I had no reason to believe him, but I wanted to, it made me feel safe.

"But remember this warning. I will fight you again, when your better, and when we rescue your friend. I saw that anger, the fire in your eyes as you tried to get past me to save him. With proper training, you could fight me, and I wouldn't have to hold back. In truth, what I'm saying is I want you to become better, for both yourself and your friend, so you can overcome your trials, but as a bonus, you'll fight me. And when that time comes, when the times comes that I can fight you with no reserves, no handicaps, one of us will die in that fight."

He looked away, out the window before speaking again.

"There is nothing I love more than the thrill of a even fight, knowing your life is on the line, having to dodge a sharp blade, to evade and parry, because you know that if you don't your life would be cut in half as easily as a knife through thread."

I remained silent, looking down at my bandaged torso before smiling.

"Well to be honest with you, I don't want to fight you again. I'm glad you decided to help me...and I'm grateful for you saving me and all...so don't get your hopes up on the epic fight you're looking for when it comes to me. I'm no swordsman."

He stood, walking into the archway of the kitchen, looking over his shoulder at me and speaking before walking into the kitchen.

"Oh, but you will be soon enough black Dragon."

As he spoke I looked u at him, my eyes going a little wide as he stared. His eyes were very intimidating, they could make any brave man stop and run in fear. He had the skill to make them scared as well. He was only playing with me in the facility room, but I knew that if he had been trying, he probably could have taken my head with a flick of his wrist. I stood slowly, wincing in pain as I slowly walked into the kitchen. He was looking through the fridge. The door had been opened by his tail because the end was wrapped around the silver handle. As I entered he looked at me before giving a small sigh before continuing to look through the large amount of food.

"You do know you should be resting. You're not going to get better, nor get any closer to saving your friend with your wounds constantly staying open. Your other wounds beside your foot will be fine, but you need to refrain from walking, let the wound heal faster."

He reached out, grabbing all of the sandwich necessities and began making himself a sandwich as he moved to the counter. I sat down, frowning as I watched him. He glanced over his shoulder at me, and then looked down at what he was making.

"Would you like one? I could make you one if you want."

I nodded and smiled, he turned back and soon handed me a good sized sandwich. He made sure to stack the ham high and put cheese. As I took a bite I closed my eyes, savoring the taste. When I heard him take a seat in front of me, on the other side of the small table, I opened them again, looking at him as he began to eat slowly. He was looking at his hands, a distant look on his face. I felt calm, and since he reassured me 2 times he wouldn't kill me without letting me know it, I felt the need to try and make friends with him.

"So...when exactly did...you wake up?"

He stopped eating. Swallowing what was in his mouth before speaking.

"About a week ago, maybe a day less than that, how about you, when did you wake up to find yourself like...this?"

I took another bite of my sandwich, swallowing the bite before speaking with a little bit of hesitation.

"Well...from the best of my knowledge, maybe a few months ago. Do you remember anything about yourself, like your life before being captured?"

He gave a nod, looking down at his hands as he finished his sandwich.

"Yes, I don't remember much, but I remember training, training to become a better fighter with my swords. I remember my name, and where I was born...but after that everything else seems blurry, and the more I try to think of it, it makes my head hurt."

I nodded, looking at my sandwich, which was just sitting in my hands, half eaten, before I got the nerve to ask.

"May I ask your name? I mean...I'm ok if you don't want to tell me but I just want to get to know you better, since you saved my life and all, and since you're so willing to help me."

He stared at me for a moment before smiling, rubbing his hands to clean them of the bread crumbs.

"My name is Raiku, may I ask your name as well, since you're trying to get on friendly ground with me. And I have no problem with that."

As he opened up to me I smiled widely, I was happy to be getting to know this Dragon, he seemed to be very kind and friendly behind his tough Samurai behavior.

"I'm Chris, it's nice to finally actually get to know you Raiku, and you have a very interesting name."

He chuckled, nodding and rubbing his hands together.

"Indeed I do. I like your name. Chris...it's a fitting name if you ask me. Your personality makes you look like a Chris."

I laughed and rubbed the back of my head.

"Well I'd honestly like to change it but, it's part of my old life, so yeah. I think I'll stick with what memories I have."

He chuckled and looked to the side somewhat, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Sometimes change may be for the better. Even though you may think this 'new body' and everything is bad now, you may find that your changes make you much more useful in the future, just being optimistic."

As he spoke my mind raced over the possibilities of what he could possibly mean. Every time I came to a conclusion, I always concluded the thought idiotic. I had no clue what he meant, nor did I try anymore to find out.

"Your right, I suppose it's really important to keep an open mind and a level head in these types of situations right?"

He nodded and crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at the table before sighing.

"Indeed, it is most wise to keep calm. I have been thinking some on what we should do to get your friend back..." He looked at me and stared. "But you do know that this will be a lot more complicated than just going and getting your friend, its possible much, much more will go down then just a simple fight with guards. Since I am now on your side, they will probably come up with another fighter like me to challenge me, keep me away while they personally deal with you. There is a doctor there, I know not his name but his eyes...they honestly scare me."

I frowned and leaned over the table, closer to him as my voice lowered to a softer tone, a frightful, scared tone.

"What do you mean...his eyes scare you?"

He was silent for several moments, his eyes flickering down to his hands before going back to stare into mine.

"What I mean is exactly as I say. His eyes scare me, they are...piercing. They hide much, but they show hostility, calmness yet you can instantly tell there is more to him than meets the eye. I get the sense he is dangerous, so if they don't have another fighter when were ready to storm the facility, I think he will try something very cunning. Since you don't know what he looks like I'll explain, so you can keep away. He has black hair, it is very long and pulled back into a ponytail, he is tall, a scar on his cheek, a decent scar, but probably from a knife or something else sharp. His eyes are grey, and his pupils...they are smaller than ordinary humans, but that is what scares me, his eyes are not normal, and he is very calm. He is always smiling, either widely or slightly. I may be wrong, but when we go back, if you see him, run."

I nodded slightly before looking down at my own hands. I tried to picture this obviously terrifying man. Apparently, if he was enough to get this big fighter of a Dragon to want to stay away I'd better follow his example. He looked away, towards the window before looking back at me.

"You will stay away, right?"

I nodded and smiled, and he nodded in return.

"Well then come on, let's get you back on the couch, you need to rest so your wounds will heal quicker."

He helped me up and carried me back to the couch. I now trusted this person. He was an enemy but I now saw him as a friend.

Red's POV -

I had no idea how much time had passed, nor did I know how many times I'd been struck with that scalpel, but I know that the pain was for some reason more than it should have been. As the scalpel struck again, at my chest, causing a deep gash on my pec, I screamed in pain, blood pouring from the wound and down my torso and naked body.

"Does it feel good!? The pain, the stinging, the throbbing of your blood pumping from the wound, does it feel good!?" The strange man said in front of me, holding the bloody scalpel aloft in his hand, a wide grin on his face as he slashed at me again, chuckling darkly. I growled in defiance, panting from the weakness in my body, it took all I had just to stay awake.

"Fuck you, you sick bastard..."

He chuckled again, slashing my left cheek with the scalpel.

"Oh, you're so mean, calling me names. I can call you names as well, piece of trash experiment, idiotic reptile, there is a lot more too but I'll only give you those. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go take my lunch break."

As he spoke the last sentence he drove the scalpel deep into my arm, making me scream loudly in pain, my head hanging down as blood dripped from the corner of my mouth. He left the room, humming a quiet tune as the metal door closed. I knew Damon was watching me, that evil grin on his face. I heard his boots, his footsteps echo off the walls and floors of the large room. I felt his hand on my face, his fingers caressing my cheek and snout gently. I turned my head away, shutting my eyes tighter as I felt his other hand come to rub at my bare thigh.

"You know, this would be a lot more enjoyable if you'd just cooperate with me. Do you not like me that way?"

I growled and opened my eyes, jerking my head to look at him with a deadly glare.

"Of course I don't you bastard!"

He chuckled and continued to rub my thigh, his fingers barely moving to my inner thigh.

"Well that's sad to hear, but you know, if you'd just cooperate a little, instead of trying to bite my tongue off every time I try to kiss you, it would be a lot easier. I won't 'take advantage' of you or anything."

I stared at him, growling loudly as he moved closer. The growl wasn't dangerous. It was more of a scared growl as he pressed his lips to mine. I stayed still, whimpering as I felt his hand move to between my legs, fondling my balls gently as he shoved his tongue gently into my mouth. His hand made me moan, no matter how badly I wanted not to, I couldn't help it. I kissed back hesitantly, whimpering again as he began to stroke my cock gently. After a minute he broke the kiss, grinning at me as his hand continued to move up and down.

"See how well this worked out since you didn't resist? It feels good doesn't it?"

I held back a groan as his other hand reached around, grabbing my ass as his hand quickened as it stroked me. I didn't want to admit being touched by him felt good, but it made the pain and agony go away, made all of my worries go away in the simple things he was doing. I hated myself for enjoying that he was touching me, but there was no way I could turn back now. As he spoke I turned my head away, closing my eyes as he kissed my cheek, his hand moving to rub at the head of my cock as it began to fully harden.

"There...you really do enjoy it...I'll take care of you...don't you worry Red."

I whimpered and gasped as his hand began to fly up and down on my now fully erect cock, his tongue returning into my mouth as his hand worked. I kissed back, now fully entangled in his spell. I whimpered loudly as his hand moved master, his other hand gripping my right ass cheek hard, rubbing and groping as he kissed me hard, swirling his tongue with mine as our lips moved over each other over and over. He continued to stroke, my body on fire as I panted and moaned loudly as he broke the kiss, biting and licking at my neck.

"Come on...tell me how good it feels...beg for more Red, let me hear you plead to cum..."

I panted hard, bucking into his hand and whimpering loudly as I felt his teeth move over my neck over and over.

"O-Oh gods, D-Damon...please...stop...j-just please...I wanna...I wanna cum...so bad....please...faster..."

He chuckled and licked my cheek gently, his hand suddenly moving even faster over my cock, making me moan loudly and pant hard, my climax bubbling up.

"You beg so nicely Red...now come on, show me what you look like when you get off..."

As he stopped speaking I bit my lips, whimpering loudly as I tossed my head back into the white cement wall, my lips parting as I moaned loudly, cumming all over his hand and shirt. He grinned as I came, his hand not stopping as he bit into my neck hard, drawing blood as my climax dragged out. After a minute I stopped, panting hard as he moved his mouth from my neck, kissing me gently before petting my cheek.

"That felt good, didn't it?"

I whimpered quietly, but nodded as I closed my eyes, hanging my head in silence. I heard him mess with his pants, which made my eyes snap open as he slid them down, letting them fall to his boots, along with his boxers as he stroked his massive rock hard black scaled cock.

"Now you're going to return the favor."

I looked up at him, fear in my eyes as he grinned, reaching up and unlocking the shackles of my hands. I whimpered, my arms falling limp at my sides as he gently guided me to my knees, my feet were on the ground, but they were chained to the wall, so not much movement was possible. As He lowered me I looked up at him, my eyes were wide with fear as he slowly rubbed the head of his aching cock against my closed lips.

"You need to return the favor buddy come on, don't make me force you. And don't think of biting, I can shoot you in the skull very easily, so just be a good boy, and suck my dick..."

As he spoke I looked at his cock, whimpering softly as I began to cry silently, the tears were there, but I made no noises as I slowly opened my mouth, letting him do what he wanted as he slowly began to slide his huge, throbbing cock into my mouth. I continued to cry, his hand petting the top of my snout gently as more of his huge throbbing member went into my mouth.

"It's ok Red, just calm down and just enjoy it, think of Chris. I look just like the guy, besides my bigger muscles, rougher facial features and bigger dick, but just think of him, ok? I know you like him, so just cooperate with me. I'd really hate to have to rape you."

I let a sob escape, but I choked as I felt his cock slide into my throat. I opened my eyes, looking up at him as he gave me a gentle smile. He was trying to be nice, trying to make this a gentle thing instead of force. Did he actually like me, or was he just trying to fuck with me? I had no idea, but I gave a tiny nod before closing my eyes, whimpering gently as I began moving my head back and forth slowly, imagining the time me and Chris had escaped the facility for the first time, the sound of his moans as I sucked him off right in front of all those guards. It felt good, I wanted more, but at the time I was just doing it to stay alive.

I gave a small groan, moving closer to him as my hands came to rest at his muscled thighs, my head bobbing back and forth as I imagined Chris fucking my mouth. I had to think comfortable thoughts, even though the thoughts didn't arouse me, or make me happy, they were a lot better than thinking of sucking off Damon. As I escaped to the confines of my mind, I moved faster, taking more and more of his cock into my mouth and throat, taking every inch of his cock over and over as his hands came to rest at the back of my head, his waist smacking with my muzzle, his cock fucking my mouth intensely

"Oh Red....Oh fuck yeah...that's it, such a good boy. Mmmm I'm so close..."

As he spoke I moved faster, imagining Chris saying those things, petting me softly as I worked. Soon I felt a hot, thick wave fill my mouth and rush down my throat, a loud moan escaping his mouth as he unleashed his cum into my mouth. I blushed slightly, embarrassed that I was doing such a thing, but drank what he gave. The cum ran down the corners of my mouth, running down my neck and chest as he finally finished unloading his tidal wave of an orgasm into my mouth. I pulled off slowly, looking away as I stood, my eyes averted from his as he chuckled and pulled up his pants, buttoning and buckling them as he kissed my cheek softly.

"Thanks, now was that so bad? You enjoyed it right, sucking me? Come on, I want you to be honest, were alone."

I looked at him, thinking for a moment before replying.

"I don't know...just...please don't do that again...I don't like it..."

He nodded and smiled, putting my arms back into their shackles before going back to sit down.

"Sure, whatever you say Red. You know, I wouldn't have been so mean and rough with you if you'd have cooperated with me from the beginning. If you'd just answer what we ask you wouldn't have gone through any of this."

I stared at him, frowning before yelling across the room at him.

"But I already told you, I have no clue what you're talking about! I don't know anything about Chris or myself! I can't remember anything about my life, and I don't know what you mean when you ask me if anything special has happened to me! I don't get it, don't you understand! I have no idea!"

He stared at me for a long moment, rubbing his neck gently with his right hand as he relaxed in his chair.

"Alright, I believe you. We'll just have to knock you out and go into your mind ourselves. Make you tell us while you sleep."

I growl loudly, yelling at him once again.

"So you'll knock me out and make me answer something I obviously don't know in my sleep!? What else will l you do, force yourself on me again!? You sick fuck!"

I spat on the floor in his direction, and as I did he shot up from his chair, grabbing a large hunting knife, a gruesome looking weapon as he walked over to me, my eyes widening in fear as he plunged the knife deep into my shoulder, growling loudly as he twisted it, making me yell and cry hard in pain, thrashing as much as possible.

"I'm a sick fuck!? You know you liked it you fucking prick, so don't you dare say you didn't! You loved it all, sucking my dick and everything! It made you really horny I bet."

I growled loudly as he yanked the knife out, showing me the blood covered blade.

"F-fuck you...I hope the Chris kicks your fucking t-teeth in..."

He chuckled darkly before slashing me across the muzzle and cheek with the knife.

"I hope he tries to, because I'll have the chance to shoot his brains out. And I would let you bleed to death, but unfortunately, we need you."

As he walked away quickly a small, frail looking female doctor with blonde hair and glasses walked in, she stared at me as she began gently cleaning me off, sealing my wounds slowly and ridding me my body of the cum that was still there. As she worked she looked up at me every now and then, smiling kindly at me almost constantly as she cared for my injured and weak body. When she finished Damon left, telling her to watch me closely while she was gone. As he left she looked at me, she had just finished cleaning and bandaging me before she pulled a chair up in front of me and sat down. I stared at her, swallowing a little before speaking.

"What's your name...?"

She blinked in surprise, letting out a gentle gasp as her hand came to rest on her mouth. Her actions made me smile, her face was gentle, and she was probably very young. She finally spoke after she wasn't shocked anymore.

"I'm Amy...I work here on this floor. What about you, I didn't know you could talk."

I chuckled and looked down at her, situating myself better in the shackles as I sighed.

"Well I don't really know my name, but my friend Chris calls me Red, because of my scale color. Why do you ask, shouldn't you be terrified of me and running in fear because you're afraid I'll break these bonds and rip you to pieces?"

She smiled and smoothed out the small skirt she wore.

"Well you don't seem very violent. If anything your kind and quiet, a follower, not a leader."

I nodded slowly, blinking a few times before speaking again.

"So...since you think I'm kind, why don't you undo these bonds?"

She laughed and shook her head, her long blonde hair flowing from side to side.

"Sorry, if that other guy were to come back and see you untied, I'd probably get shot. He's not very nice."

I smile and nod, sighing and looking at the door that was the entrance to the room.

"Tell me about it." I looked down at my body, then back at her as she stared up at me. "Say, you wouldn't be able to find me something to wear, so I won't be naked?"

She thought for a moment, putting a finger on her lip and looking around before smiling and standing, walking over to a table and grabbing a large blanket. She folded it several times, then walked up to me and hesitantly wrapped it around my waist, covering my groin and entire waist area. She made sure to wrap it just under my tail, so I'd still be able to swish my tail. As she finished she looked up at me, patting my side.

"There, now you're decent."

I chuckled and looked down at her as she sat back down.

"So, what exactly do you do here?"

She looked down at her lab coat, dusting off a small dirt spot before speaking to me.

"Well I'm just a medical lady. I stitch up a lot of wounds and awhile back I was working on this one guy like you. A really nice person, he had black scales and blue eyes, he was always so polite and when I looked troubled, no matter what these doctors did to him he was always worried about my well being instead of him."

I laughed and looked around. Chris's smiling face popping in my head.

"Well that definitely sounds like Chris. He's always nice and caring."

She nodded and looked down at her shoes.

"I suppose so. He never told me his name, I only saw him when he got hurt. At first he always disobeyed the doctors, attacked them and everything else to defy them and make them angry. He took the pain with pride, always grinning when they stuck him with a knife or hit him with a nightstick. I'm guessing you're the one he escaped with over a week ago. From what I heard you guys did something that made a lot of guards get really freaked out or something."

I laughed and nodded, looking down at the floor and then back at her.

"Well yeah, we did something that was really clever."

She was silent for a moment before replying, when she looked back at me a look of worry and fear was in her eyes.

"He'll come back for you, right? Along with that other one he fought, from what I heard that guy betrayed us and is helping Chris. So do you think they will be back to rescue you?"

I thought for a long moment, thinking really hard about what she said before finally replying.

"Yeah, Chris will be back, and he'll save me. He and that guy he fought will tear this place to shreds." I grinned at the thought, which made the girl frown because I looked creepy. I looked at her and smiles a little.

"So Amy, you seem really nice and caring, why do you work here? This is a...terrible place. Nothing good will come out of being employed here. Do you do it to help us? To help us when were abused and hurt?"

She nodded and looked up at me, standing and putting a hand on one of my stitched wounds.

"That's exactly right. I want to help you, and all the others. What they do to you is wrong, and if you wanted...I would gladly help you...end your life. But there are some good things that come with being like you are...but I don't know what those things are yet."

I smiles and chuckled, watching her as she sat back down.

"Your right, there is something to gain. You find friends you'd never have met while being nor-..."

I suddenly screamed in pain, bright light flashing in my eyes as I began seeing flashes of images.

People and smiling faces...shops and homes

_ A burger shop...old man cooking_

A young woman waving at me...working

Big house...large windows...white door with decorative handle...

That same guy...waving me over...hugging me...rubbing my back...

His hands on my sides...his lips on mine...people watching...

Embarrassed...aroused...wanting him...

Coal black hair...blue eyes...soft yet deep voice...

I love him...He loves me...I'm his...and he is mine...

As I finally snap out of the flood of sudden visions, I felt two hands on me, shaking me lightly as I shook my head and groaned. As I opened my eyes I saw the girl, Amy. She was shaking me and telling me to wake up and snap out of it. I blinked a couple of time, groaning before sighing heavily.

"You can...stop yelling now. I'm ok."

She stopped what she was doing, moving back a bit, but she was still worried.

"I've seen that before, you were having those visions, memories?"

I nod and lick my lips, panting heavily as I hung my head.

"Yeah...I haven't had any in awhile...but that was definitely the strongest wave I've had yet. It hurts my head...a lot."

She frowned and rubbed the side of my head where my temple was.

"You need to just relax and calm down, you're ok, just breathe and..."

The door to the lab opened and Damon walked in, holding something in his hand as he glanced at us.

"Well it seems you patched him up as well girl, good job. You can leave now....what happened to him? Did he have some more visions?"

Amy nodded, looking at me before looking at Damon.

"Y-Yes sir, he had them just moments ago. I was helping him to calm down."

Damon nodded slowly and walked up to her, smiling and patting her on the head.

"You can leave now. I'll handle things from here.

"She nodded and quickly ran away, looking back at me for a moment, a sad look on her face before she ran off and out of the room, closing the door behind her as Damon walked up to me and smirked.

"I'm guessing you and her had a nice little chat while I was away. She did a good patch job on you, I'd hate to have to reopen those wounds and even make new ones. So this time I'll just knock you out and make you answer questions in your sleep. You'll remember then."

I growled and looked at his hand as he held up a syringe, licking his lips and kissing me softly before sliding the needle into my neck, the strange glowing liquid inside the syringe emptying into my blood. He broke the kiss, petting my cheek softly as things began to get fuzzy.

"Red...you are very cute, you know that?"

I groaned gently as my head slumped onto his shoulder, everything going black as I fell unconscious.

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