X-24 x Reader - part one
As I mentioned earlier the winner of my fic poll was for a Weapon X/X-24/Animalistic Logan fic. Since there is a dearth of fic for X-24, I chose him (I know there isn't much Weapon X fic either but we shall get to him eventually!) This is really going to be a bit of a What If...? What if X-24 was given even the tiniest bit of kindness? Even though he's been created to be nothing more than a killing machine, will he be able to learn to be anything else? We shall see...
This would sit pre-Logan, I guess? Doctor Rice is in it (boo).
Warnings: masturbation (m), bodily fluids (pee, poo), Rice being an unfeeling dick. Also, get me doing actual research into what the drugs that lower the libidio are called (I googled it...)
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You rarely went near the labs at the facility you worked at. Strictly IT and admin. Looking at figures on a spreadsheet all day, a little coding sometimes, nothing else. So, when you found yourself being sent on an errand into the laboratories, it felt a little unnerving. There were levels of clearance needed for some areas that you would never earn in a hundred lifetimes and if any of the rumours you heard were true then you were happy to never enter them. You had often had to square where you worked and some of the work that happened there with your conscience and your need for a steady paycheck. A moral standpoint was all very well but it didn’t pay the rent.
Your boss had given you a package to take to one of the laboratories. You didn’t know what was in the package and you didn’t want to know. Your task was to find the lab, find one particular guy, give him the box and get the hell out of Dodge. Waiting at reception, you were handed a pass and buzzed through. Mission accomplished, you started to make your way out and back to your office. Just as you were about to reach the doors, you found yourself being pulled back. You looked around to find a security guard holding onto your arm. You tried to shake yourself free but he held on tighter.
‘One moment please, miss,’ he said.
You both stood and watched while a cage was rolled past. Two security guards walked in front and two behind, the cage being pulled along on what appeared to be a flat trolley by a man in a lab coat. No one was getting near the it. Inside the cage was, to your alarm, a man.
He was standing up, holding onto the bars of the cage. He was tall, very muscular, thick mutton chops bracketing what you had to admit was a very handsome face, his hair buzzed down to only a few millimetres of fuzz. He had on a black t-shirt and jeans but also appeared to be wearing a collar. For a horrible moment, as if the whole scenario wasn’t horrible enough, it looked like it was a shock collar. As the cage moved away, you saw that it indeed was, a large battery pack and receiver sitting at the back of the man’s neck. As the man, who turned in his cage to keep his eyes on you, and his entourage, disappeared behind a set of doors, the guard let go of your arm and you ran out of there as fast as you could.
***
Oh.
This was new.
A new smell.
They’d taken him along here before, but this time....
He’d turned to look at the woman – it was a woman, he knew that much – as they rolled him past. He caught her scent. She didn’t smell like anyone else he spent time with. It was...he didn’t have words to describe it but he knew that he liked it and it made him feel...
Hmmm.
He rubbed his hand against his crotch. It was hard again. In his cell, he turned away from the camera that was always trained on him and pushed his hand into his pants. He knew that if anyone spotted him - and they would spot him - they would stop him, shock him probably. But he didn’t care. He liked the way it felt when he did this and why shouldn’t he do it? As he stroked himself, the feeling of warmth spreading through him as he came close to making the mess that signified the end of the feeling, an image floated through his mind. Her. The woman he’d seen. Her smell. Oh. Oh this was nice. He pulled on himself a little harder, grunting louder now, knowing he would be heard and having no compulsion to stop. The least they could do was leave him be to let him finish. His hand started to move faster and he let out a low moan as he spilled over his hand. His breathing felt a little ragged as he recovered from what he’d done. It felt good, as it always did, but thinking of the woman made it feel even better. He would think about her again.
***
‘Sir, he’s masturbating again,’ a laboratory assistant said, as Doctor Zander Rice walked into the observation suite.
The doctor sighed. As much as he would have liked to have bred such behaviour out of him, X-24 was, in many ways, as human as the rest of them and as liable to succumb to such things as any other man.
‘What prompted this?’ he asked.
‘Not sure. One of the docs said he saw a woman in the lab when he was being transported earlier. Maybe it was that. A reaction to new stimulus?’
The doctor sighed again. Of course. No matter how much he demanded care and discretion from his staff, they always seemed to fuck it up. God knew who this woman was or why she was in his labs, but she had certainly stirred X-24 up. He glanced at the monitors and looked away again in disgust. He was now lying on his cot, openly masturbating, seemingly without having a care in the world. Which in many ways he didn’t.
‘Should we try administering an anti-androgen?’ the assistant asked.
Rice pondered this for a moment. He wanted to say yes, but he also needed X-24 to have that testosterone fuelled anger raging through him. He wanted the ultimate Alpha male and lowering his libido seemed counterintuitive. On the other hand, he and his staff did not need to see him jacking off constantly, at least until he forgot about the woman and could be distracted by something less...stimulating.
‘No. Just send him a shock. Might stop him for a while.’
He looked at the screens and after a few minutes he watched as the man writhed in agony. The level of volts they needed to administer to have any sort of affect was phenomenally high. X-24 was now stood, semi naked, in the middle of his cell, clawing at the collar and snarling. He’d calm down eventually but fighting with the collar would give everyone a few hours of respite from his other activities. He turned to head back to his office.
‘Um, Doctor Rice?’
‘Yes?’
‘He’s pissing into the hallway.’
Rice looked at the monitor again and indeed X-24 was stood at the barred door to his cell, pissing into the hallway. A small sign of defiance at being stopped from playing with himself. Rice sighed again, a noise he was getting sick of making.
‘Sedate him for a few hours. Get someone to clean that up. And for God’s sake don’t let anymore strange women into the labs!’
***
As he sat at his desk, however, Doctor Rice was intrigued about the woman. He had females on his team, X-24 had encountered them, but he had never displayed this sort of reaction though. His behaviour was interesting. Was his mind evolving, was he starting to recognise the notion of male and female, feelings of attraction? Not an usual concept in the animal kingdom at all so why should this animal be any different? Not that he wanted his creation to be having lovey dovey feelings for anyone but it did pose a few interesting questions. His mind didn’t drift too far from the woman for the rest of the day.
***
About a week later, you arrived at work and were just starting to get logged into your computer, when your boss walked over to your desk, accompanied by a man you’d never seen before.
‘Can I have a word, before you get started?’ your boss asked.
‘Um...sure...’
You followed him and the other man to his office.
‘Take a seat,’ your boss said, ‘this is Doctor Zander Rice. He runs some of the more....’ the man seemed not to be able to think of a suitable word.
‘My work is slightly more esoteric than that of others here,’ he said smiling and taking the chair next to yours. He was a tall, thin, very proper, British man. How the hell he had ended up here you couldn’t guess, ‘I understand you visited my labs the other day?’
You shot your boss a worried look but he just nodded at you.
‘Yes, just running an errand,’ you replied.
‘And, I believe you may have caught sight of something a little, er, unusual?’
‘I didn’t see anything,’ you said quickly.
The man laughed.
‘My dear, I know exactly what you saw. There’s not a thing that happens in my laboratories that I am not aware of. Now...your presence seems to have caused a little bit of a, let’s say, commotion in the individual you saw.’
‘Oh?’
‘Yes. In fact, I would say that since he saw you, he’s been almost unmanageable.’
Rice would never have thought that the briefest of sightings – he'd seen the camera footage and it lasted seconds – could have caused such an uproar. Normally he, if no one else, could get X-24 to comply with whatever he needed. For the past week, no one had been able to get him to do a goddamn thing. He’d stripped himself naked and shredded his clothes. If he wasn’t masturbating, he was flinging his own shit at anyone who tried to take him from his cell for his daily exercise or lab time, throwing food at the walls, not letting a single person get near him to administer any sort of sedation. Shocking him at the moment only seemed to make him angrier and more defiant. They’d had to turn a hose on him to clean him up. None of this was as it should be.
You listened to Doctor Rice telling you all of this, eyes wide, wondering how the heck any of this was your fault. As if he could read your mind, the doctor smiled,
‘It’s not your fault. If anything it’s the fault of those transporting him back to his cell that day. They know that he shouldn’t be exposed to anything or anyone new and I’m afraid an attractive young woman like yourself isn’t the sort of thing he sees often.’
Part of you preened a little at being deemed attractive but you were also kind of pissed for the women who worked with this asshole.
‘I don’t understand what I can do?’ you said, ‘I’m sorry if I have upset your...um...but it certainly wasn’t my intention.’
‘Of course not!’ he said, ‘I don’t think that at all. And what you can do to help is to come and meet him.’
‘Meet him?’
The doctor nodded.
‘Indeed. My theory is that, at the moment, you are a fantasy figure for him and if he can meet you and see you as a flesh and blood human, the...novelty...will wear off.’
You felt a little sick. There was so much about the way he was talking that simply unsettled you. Also, you weren’t sure you even wanted to meet that poor creature. You had a thought that this doctor was completely wrong and that meeting you would only make things worse. But you weren’t the posh scientist so what did you know? You glanced at your boss. You knew he would never have your back and so it was likely a case of do it or be fired. You sighed.
‘Sure. If you think it will help,’ you said.
‘Excellent!’ Rice said, ‘we can start now.’
He stood up and headed to the door. You looked at your boss who simply gestured to the doctor and urged you to follow. Great, you thought, thanks for fighting my corner.
You followed the doctor through the hallways till you reached the labs. He took you in via a different entrance to the one you’d used the other day. You followed him through more hallways until you finally reached your destination. This hallway was windowless on one side, with only one door on the other. The doctor nodded to the guard standing next to it, and he pulled open the thick steel door to thick steel bars. You glanced nervously into the room. The man was in there. Dressed now you saw, but staring up at the security camera in the corner of the room. Rice coughed once and the man immediately turned his head. His eyes locked onto you and he froze. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do so raised your hand and waved.
‘Hi,’ you said in a tiny voice you didn’t recognise.
‘While he understands English, he does not speak,’ Rice said to you quietly.
‘Oh okay,’ you looked at the man, ‘does he have a name?’
‘No,’ came the stark and simple reply.
You looked at him through the barred door. A name seemed to be the bare minimum, but it wasn’t your place to push these things. You didn’t even really want to be there. You glanced at the doctor. He looked impassive, bored even. You weren’t sure how long he expected you to stand here so you just sighed and turned back to the man in the room.
‘I saw you the other day,‘ you said with a smile.
The speed with which he reached the door from the other side of the was startling. You gasped and took a step back. You could feel your heart racing. His face was pressed right up against the bars, his strong hands gripping them. You noticed his nostrils flaring a little, like he was taking in your scent. You swallowed and stepped a little closer to the door. As you did so, a hand shot out from between the bars and grabbed your arm. You shrieked and tried to move back but the hold he had on you was too strong. You looked frantically around but the doctor was stood at the other end of the hallway, talking to someone on the phone.
‘Oh fuck oh fuck,’ you muttered under your breath.
You heard a grunt and turned back to the man. He was looking at you curiously, head moving from side to side, like a dog checking something out. If he didn’t have your arm in his grip you might have found it funny. His hand moved and you felt him brush his fingers against your hair. A small smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. He did it again, taking a gentle handful and letting your locks drift through his fingers.
‘Do you like that?’ you asked.
The way his fingers continued to comb through your hair, you assumed that he did. He was being surprisingly gentle, given everything else that you’d be told about him. As he played with your hair, you glanced around the room. Aside from a cot, there was a small table with a chair, a toilet in the corner. Nothing else. No books, nothing to stimulate him. You assumed that if he couldn’t speak then he likely couldn’t read either. You looked at him again.
‘You poor thing,’ you said quietly. Before you really knew what you were doing, you’d reached your hand through the bars and you had placed your palm against his cheek. The beard there prickled, but his skin felt soft. You watched as he closed his eyes and seemed to lean into your touch. Good God, you thought, no one has ever touched him like this. You watched as his hand reached up to cover yours, his skin feeling rough and callused. You let him take your hand and shifted as he seemed to examine it, sniffing it, even putting out the tip of his tongue to touch it to the palm of your hand. This tickled and it made you laugh a little. He looked at you sharply then his gaze softened as you nodded and said -
‘It’s okay.’
You weren’t sure how much time had passed but you heard Doctor Rice coming back along the hallway. You smiled at the man and gently pulled your hand away. He looked forlorn, but you supposed that the doctor would not be pleased with the way you had been acting.
‘Right,’ he said, ‘that should be sufficient exposure. Thank you very much for your help.’
‘Um, my pleasure,’ you said.
‘If you’ll come this way,’ Rice gestured along the hallway, and you started to walk away. An arm shot out from the bars again but this time, a guard was there to push it back in, to push the outer steel door across the bars. As you headed toward the exit all you could hear were snarls and screams and the sound of someone running repeatedly into solid metal.
***
He had no concept of ownership, but he knew, somehow, that you were his. His stomach flipped and he wanted to break down the door to see you, to smell you, to hear you talking. The softness of your hair, your skin, the touch of your hand against his cheek. What was this feeling? What was this and why were they taking you away from him? He didn’t like this. Not at all.
