The cold metal cuffs encircled his wrists. Panic started to rise in him, but he tamped it down. He wouldn't be hurt here. He quickly rethought that assessment when he was pushed forward; pressed against the interrogation desk, his feet shuffling uselessly against the floor. Warm lips enveloped his fingertips one by one; kissing and nibbling the ends before moving on to the next. He tried to squirm, but the hand on his back pressed him firmly to the desk as the assault moved up to his wrists. The warmth of a tongue against the cool of the cuffs caused him to buck up; almost hurting himself against the edge of the desk. As quickly as it started; the mouth was removed and he was being hauled to his feet, before being pushed forcefully back into a nearby chair. He tried to control his breathing; his eyes squeezing closed. They flew open again when his lap was filled, and he came face to face with his attacker. He couldn't help smiling at the face that beamed down at him.

"Happy Birthday Adam," Flack smirked; draping his arms over Adam's shoulders as he straddled the lab tech. "You've been a very bad boy."

The End.