He lay on his bed in the near darkness, the full moon that no longer changed him playing over his bare skin through the French doors to the balcony he had left open. He was quite a sight to behold in the pale light, even though there was no one to see him. Except, of course, the secondary intercom camera he pretended to know nothing about, up in the corner of the room. And a certain someone who was undoubtedly watching on the other end, seeing as it had just become active before he lay down.
It was a game he had taken to playing with the one he knew was watching. It had started shortly after he had arrived here. A slight smile refused to be suppressed at the thought as he stretched and folded his arms behind his head. The camera began turning on in the evenings, after dinner, the second month after his arrival. It started with the camera being on only a minute or two at a time, quite possibly to determine whether he knew of its existence. It didn't take him two nights to realize what was happening, but he had simply ignored it. Within a few weeks the timing had become more irregular, but the camera was left on for longer periods. It had been easy to train himself to recognize the nearly undetectable noise and energy fluctuation that accompanied the camera's turning on. Not long after, he decided to begin playing this little game of his.
In the night, when there was no chance of being disturbed short of the impending doom of the entire planet arriving, he would go about his routine as usual and simply keep on less clothing than he had before. This had the interesting effect of shifting more of the voyeuristic sessions to the late evening hours. It had let him know right away who it was on the other end, and was also somewhat flattering. Since then the game had escalated. Week after week he had let his voyeur see him in what could be termed more compromising situations. He was training them to watch at the same time every evening and tomorrow, he had decided, it would finally come to an end. He knew what room in the house they watched from and, tomorrow, they would find him there instead of in his own room.
Twenty minutes to go, and he slipped out of his quarters in only his black shorts. It was what he always wore in his wing in the evening, so no one would question him if they were around. Chances were, however, that everyone but he and his voyeur would be asleep. It barely took him ten minutes to reach his destination, where the door was left unlocked. The desks were littered with equipment of various kinds, including a very nice monitor and a very plush high back leather desk chair. Sitting himself down, he turned to face the monitor and folded his arms to wait.
Five minutes later the door opened behind him. There they were reflected on the screen in a long oversized lab coat that was doubling for a night robe. Not the sexiest thing to be sure, but tied off the way it was it seemed to work. He couldn't keep the smile from his lips as they drew nearer, still unaware. The moment of realization was priceless, and waited until the last possible moment, though he wouldn't have minded having them in his lap. The look spread across their features was pure gold; shock at the unexpected occupant in their chair, horror at realizing that he had figured them out, and just the tiniest touch of hope and lust for his reasons of showing up instead of continuing the game. That moment was far too short and, before it had a chance to dissolve into half assed apologies and explanations, he grabbed his voyeur by the front of their lab coat and pulled them down into a crushing battle for control that onlookers might have mistaken for a kiss. If there had been any onlookers, but for tonight there were none. Just him and his voyeur in a power struggle that would wreck that room before dawn.