I have no concept of how long I have been standing here, from what I've gathered so far it has been quite a long while. Longer than what is likely appropriate, though it is hard to fathom what an appropriate amount of time to be watching a situation like this might be. 

Still I am unable to do much more than watch the events as they unfold before my eyes, unable to comprehend them even as the images burn themselves into my mind. The situation itself was completely impossible, or at least it should have been. There is no way what I am seeing could be real, yet even as I scramble for a way to deny it, I know that to continue rebuffing the undeniable would mean to live a lie.

Standing just ahead of me, mere feet away really, is my personal guard, the man I trust with my life. His back pressed firmly into the wall behind him, hands forced above his head, legs wrapped around broad hips, and mouth open in a wanton moan. He looks utterly debauched as he runs his hands sloppily up the long plains of a muscled back, forcing the other party's clothing to hike up before coming to tangle in silky locks of hair. 

The scene however, while quite unusual, is not what has left me frozen in place, unable to think farther than the acknowledgement of my sudden lack of autonomy. 

If it was just the fact that my guard was getting hot and heavy in what he probably assumes to be a deserted corridor, I would be able to excuse the slight indiscretion, but of course things are never so simple. If it were, I would have left already. 

A choked sound rises up in my throat and I find myself wanting to laugh at the idiocy, the impossibility of the situation. Instead I just watch, unable to say a word as he allows his lips to be ravished, dominated really, by an unknown man. 

He moans again, much louder this time. Soft pleas leaving his mouth in breathless gasps as he gives himself over to the pleasurable ministrations he is currently experiencing. I can tell, even if I can hardly believe, that he is enjoying everything the strong hands are doing to him from behind the blockade the other man's figure makes in front of him. 

I am momentarily thankful that none of his more intimate bits can be seen from my current vantage point, at least my eyes have mostly been spared the repugnant atrocities being committed before me. Though I suppose the same can not be said for the vile sounds he is making. 

I scrunch my nose up in disgust as his voice hitches again and the other man's gruff breathing joins his own raged gasping. I make several attempts to pull myself together as the full reality of the situation begins to dawn on me. Invisible strings pulling taught around the couple as their movements and sounds become increasingly frantic. My window of opportunity is closing fast and I know I must act now before I witness something even more scarring than what I have already seen. 

A burst of anger scorches its way through me at the knowledge, making my insides feel like they are on fire and suddenly everything becomes too much. The pure rage burning through my veins boils over all at once and before I know what hit me, I am storming forward. My hands find unfamiliar fabric, my fingers curling into it and in one swift move, I rip the other man off my body guard.

I am so angry that I don't even notice the startled expression on my sentinel's face, nor the features of the other man as he books it down the hallway. My eyes narrow as I open my mouth, my teeth flashing bitterly in the low lamp light. "Just what," I growl at him in a commanding voice. "Is this."