Not in the traditional sense

Jason stumbles into the lab toward Kelly. His sudden appearance startles the woman, but she quickly recovers.

“Can I, uh, help you with something?” Kelly asks, looking at the guard she’s seen around who looks rather flush and ill at ease.

“I-I…” Jason abandons words and gives into the slowly building compulsion. He grabs her arms and pulls her in, planting a kiss on the lips of the unprepared tech. His tongue tastes her mouth as he breathes in perfume tinged with citrus and jasmine.

“Hey!” he hears before he is pulled back with some ****. Spun around he faces a furious Holly, who shoves him backward with two hands to the chest. “What the actual fuck!” she exclaims, and Jason comes back to himself.

“S-sorry,” he stutters, “something’s fucking with my head. So fucking horny. Can you help me?”

Holly rolls her eyes. “What a fucking line. How about we give you 10 seconds to get out of here?”

“OK, OK,” he says, before Mary knocks over a clipboard by accident with a clatter. When Holly spins around to follow the sound, Jason follows a new impulse and closes on the redhead. When Holly’s eyes return they find Jason’s much too close and his mouth claims hers, a stunned silence swirling inside her.

Even as Jason’s lips are on Holly his brain is afire with other women he passed in the halls, friends, neighbors, near strangers, women with impossible curves, fiery, sinful. He has the irrational desire to fuck everyone, to stoke their lust, to help them become ... free. Not that he would understand that thought if he could slow down the orgy of images in his mind’s eye.

Everything is a blur and his skin burns and his muscles ache. He groans and curls over, grabbing his stomach. And the next thing he knows, he’s alone in a small room, three white walls and one glass.