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You returned to your work table with a sigh, setting your mug of coffee on the surface beside your work laptop.
The same stubborn formula from two hours ago stared back at you... You were getting no work done at this rate.
With a sigh, you leaned your head back, cracking a bone or two, and stretching some muscle.
"God..." You stared at the ceiling. Maybe you could check on the blood results from test subjects. It's not much, but at least you'll get some work done.
You get off your chair, which squeaks a little with some grump to it, and make your way over to the lab table, which has a bunch of papers, plastic bags and supplies on it.
You pop open the blood mutator, not expecting any spectacular results this time. This is about... the sixty-seventh batch? You'd have to check the ledger, but it might be something around that number. Sixty-seven failed blood tests. It's hard to stay optimistic when your hard work yields zero results.
Thankfully, Dr. Victor Gideon never held you responsible for the failed work. Rather, he did the opposite; he encouraged you to keep going, always referring to how important your work is and how valuable you are to his team. Often enough, he slid into a lab coat and joined you in your work, adding some more confidence back into you.
You hate to admit it, but you definitely are his favorite. Dr. Gideon clearly values you, as he makes sure you feel satisfied working under him, either by praising your work or quite literally stopping by to pass you coffee or tea. God, you loved the man for it.
When the care center... 'changed', Dr. Gideon stayed by in the labs with his team to continue his great work. One by one, his team either left or disappeared under unknown circumstances. But throughout all that, you refused to leave the doctor's side. Even when he visually changed into the golden-toothed mountain of a man and always wore that headgear... You didn't leave his side, never abandoned your work. Much like Dr. Gideon, you viewed this research to be essential! This stuff was supposed to make humanity leap forth!
And for that, the doctor held you very close to his heart, always proud of you, always grateful for you staying behind. He promised you'd be adequately taken care of after this whole ordeal.
Naturally, you told him you didn't do this for the reward, to which he simply answered with a sweet smile and a soft look in his eyes as he brushed some hair behind your ear.
With that thought in your mind, you popped the blood mutator open, the blood vials inside gently clinking.
You slid your rubber gloves on and took one vial out, stepping over to a microscope, hoping to view some miracle under the supersized glass.
"Here goes nothing..." you sigh, dipping only a tiny bit on a glass slide with the use of a dropper, and slide it under the microscope.
You've learned to expect failure at this point, but... your eyes widen to find out that the dead cells inside the blood are... not dead. They are quite effectively shifting about, cuddling close to each other, and actively looking for sustenance.
"Holy sh... holy- ohmygod ohmygod-" you quickly scampared up out of your seat, almost tripping on your own feet as you made your way down the hall, into Dr. Gideon's office. You held your hand up to his door, waiting but a moment before knocking on it.
"Dr. Gideon? Dr. Gideon!" You called out urgently.
"(Y/n)? Come in, dear, come in." Dr. Gideon answers from the inside.
You push the door open, stepping inside his office with a bright grin.
Dr. Gideon is sitting behind his big wooden desk, coat off. He's wearing a nice, snake-skin pattern vest a cream shirt with hiked up sleeves underneath it. Looks good on him... His shiny goggles focus in on you. For one who's not used to the stare, it would be uncomfortable, but you've learned that his gaze is always and only full of appreciation for you.
"What's got you so speedy, dear?" He tilts his head at you, mouth partly open, those gold teeth shining from within.
"Doctor, I... I think we did it. I-I haven't tested the cells yet, or fed them organic matter but-!" You spoke quickly, struggling to catch your breath from the run mixed with joy-induced adrenaline.
"Calm down, darling- deep breaths in and out." Victor got up out of his seat and walked towards you with his hand stretched out.
"What's happened to our samples?" He tilted his head again, resting one hand on your shoulder. His voice was a little concerned for your health.
You quickly rested your hand on top of his and spoke speedily while looking up at him.
"Dr. Gordon, the number sixty-eight bloodwork batch is it. The cells from a clinically dead body are alive." You victoriously grin up at him, still panting a little.
"Excuse me?" Victor lowered his voice to a whisper as he bent down slightly to your height.
"Doctor, the cells are alive! We did it!" You repeat, overjoyed to be sharing some good news for a change.
"Show me, lead me to your work!" The doctor immediately straightened up, a bit of giddiness in his tone.
You grabbed his wrist, leading him out of the office, across the hallway and into the labs, where you gestured to your microscope like a masterful artwork.
Victor walked over, bending down to observe the cells. He raised his goggles up, which revealed his gorgeous, mutated yellow eyes for a split second.
"My god... (Y/n), This is... you..." he stared at the cells in amazement.
"This means a huge leap in our work, in our research- in our work!" Dr. Gideon leaned on the table with his palms, letting out a breathy chuckle, before turning his head to look at you.
"Do you have any idea what you did here?" He spoke, grinning your way, his voice dripping with pride as his gold teeth shone in the dim lab light.
"No doctor- what we did here, sir. This was a joint work!" You responded proudly, chest puffed out.
"No my dear, this was purely you." Dr. Gideon stood up, stepping over to you while remaining slightly bent down.
"You remained steadfast in your research, and you alone did this, (Y/n). I couldn't ask for a better employee than you, my dear. I am so very proud of you and your dedication." Gideon rested one hand on his chest and the other on your shoulder. Your chest swelled with thick, unhealthy pride as he praised you. You felt like being swaddled in soft blankets and being spoon-fed honey from this man.
"Hah, doctor... your words mean a lot to me, sir." You smiled, cheeks red both from bashfulness, and from Gideon alone.
"It's the least personal thing I can do for you." He chuckles, straightening back up as his hand squeezes your shoulder.
"Shall we put the samples through the tester to see its components?" He gestured to the machine with his open hand, which damn near sounded like a date invite to a scientist like you.
"Yes, absolutely!" You chirped, happily taking the vial with the blood sample from where you had laid it, meaning to go put it in the tester. Alas, the vial was snatched from your hand by Dr. Gideon, who gave you a smile.
"I'll put it in, you go look through the last seven vials to see if we have any more living cells." He mused, leaving the more fun work off to you. You grinned, returning to the microscope to check the rest of the blood samples, while Gideon tended to the tester.
"You've always had beautiful eyes for spotting the microscopic, my dear." He mused to you while he worked.
"Sorry?"
"Apologies- always had good eyes for the work..." He corrected himself, one of his hands squeezing the machine... that miswording made you feel fuzzy on the inside.
"Thank you, doctor... that means a lot." You smiled as you turned back to gaze through the microscope.
"Victor..." He said, with a low voice.
"Come again?" You lift your head.
"I believe I'd like it if you called me... Victor now. Given that we've conducted this... incredible research together." He looked over his shoulder, a slightly bashful smile on his face.
"Will do... Dr. Victor." You grin.
"Please, just Victor! Dr. Victor just makes me sound like I printed my degree from the internet!" He squawked a bit, chuckling.
"Sorry, noted, Victor!" You chuckle with him, checking your third vial of blood and handing him the second one. Victor gladly took it, his big fingers slightly caressing your hand as he did.
Seconds later, the tester he tended to crunched out a bunch of paper results, showing the chemical components in your living blood. As soon as the results came out, Victor walked over while taking a sip from his freshly brewed mug of coffee.
"What do we have here..." He mumbled as you wheeled your chair closer, looking at the paper too.
"Iron, water... yeah yeah..." He kept mumbling as he went over the usual.
"There she is, our Terromiceralobine... beautiful." He prides your work again, stepping away and pinning the results to the corkboard above your desk, he lets out a sigh of satisfaction.
"Now what, doctor?"
"Now, doctor, we attempt to feed the cells something they might like. Do you wish to do the honors in feeding our child of science?" Victor plucked some rubber gloves from a box.
"Would I ever!" You grin as he gently takes your hands, slipping the gloves on as if it's some gentlemanly gesture.
A minute later, you're focusing as hard as you can with a pair of tweezers, and the tiniest bit of bacon clenched in between. You held your breath, approaching the blood slide you had under your microscope. Victor stood behind you with furrowed eyebrows, just as focused as you.
"Sorry it's taking so long, I can barely fit it under the microscope... shaky hands..." You mumble, exhaling.
"Allow me..." Victor whispers behind you, reaching over. At first, you thought he got fed up and decided to take the tweezers from you completely, but he only held your hand with his larger one, giving your hand more firm stability.
With a slight tint to your cheeks, you released the bit of meat into the blood drop, observing it through the microscope, while Victor used his goggles.
Sure enough, the blood cells grabbed onto the bits, tearing them up and working as an acid, dissolving the flesh inside it.
"Would you look at that..." you grin, chuckling under your breath.
"You are wonderful, my dear." Gideon, still bent down behind you, pats your waist, praising you.
"A little more of this praise, Victor, and I'll get more than a big head." You smile as you speak partially under your breath.
"We can only hope for that to happen." He chuckled, squeezing your shoulder.
"Zeno will be most pleased with our results. This is critical work we've done here, he'll be excited over the results, my dear." Victor straightened up, walking around the lab, towards the door.
Seems that the 'date' you two have been having is coming to an end... shame.
Victor leaves the lab, leaving you alone with your work. You feel an intense amount of pride, of joy from what you have done here. And yet, you find yourself aching to have Victor back, to have him revel with you about stupid science and have him praise you even for the littlest things you could do for your work.
You wish to share the excitement you both get when an experiment goes right, when your work can continue with its unmatched pace.
Fortunately for you, the door opens right back up, and Victor comes strolling back, phone at his ear and a bottle of bourbon in his hand.
Guess the date is just starting then.
"Yes... Yes, and it has the properties of our Terromiceralobine. It will be vicious if injected into a test subject in its raw form, but once we treat it... Yes, Zemo, yes... yes... of course. (Y/n) (Y/l/n), that was my assistant's name, write it down somewhere, it'll be important in our future endeavours. Good evening to you, too." Victor yapped into the phone as he set two lab beakers beside you.
He soon quits the call and proceeds to pour bourbon into the glass beakers.
"Drinking from beakers? Really, doctor?" You cock an eyebrow as you look up at him, capable of seeing the proud and slightly smug expression on his face, even despite the goggles.
"You'd be shocked at the things we got off to in the 90s with lab equipment." He proudly chuckled, capping the bourbon off, and -shockingly enough- pulled his goggles off. His eyes were a gorgeous yellow, like when you shine your flashlight at a night predator, and their eyes shine back.
"I was gonna call you a cliché, but now you sound like you actually know how to have fun, Victor~" You slide off your lab coat, in which you can see the doctor's eyes quickly scan over your newly revealed body.
"I think you'd be shocked at how much fun I can actually have." He mumbled under his breath, but you've managed to catch it anyway.
"You'll need to share sometime then..." You grin as you reach for the glass- uh, for the beaker.
"I'll share, alright, all in its own time, of course... for now, however, we have a toast to make, my wonderful assistant." He gave a nod of the head, smiling at you and holding up his own beaker.
"To our research, to this laboratory, to human evolution, and mainly... to you. The most incredible person I could possibly spend my work time with. I salute you and your dedication to your craft, my friend. You make the blood rush." He smiles, raising his beaker and clinking it to yours.
You had to admit that his smile and his words of praise, once again, did reach close to your heart.
You make the blood rush...
You sip your bourbon, tasting the smooth and sweet substance on your tongue.
You both allow yourself a while of silence to bask in the glory of your work. After a second, you look at your higher-up curiously.
"So... what did you get up to when you were younger?" You muse curiously, chuckling, in which he smiles along, leaning on the lab table behind him.
"Well, let's think here. We used to have this... horrendous teacher at our university, I mean, an absolute demon of a man. He loved to hand out tests and genuinely punish us for the smallest mistakes." Victor mused as he reached for the bourbon again, pouring a bit more into his beaker. You lift yours, silently asking for your own refill, which he gladly did for you, heartily.
"So, me and a couple of friends decided to make an... explosive solution in his office."
"You blew him up??" Your eyebrows shot up as you stared at Victor, who chuckled.
"Good god no. Have you ever done 'elephant toothpaste' in your chemistry class?" He muses, in which your eyes get a slight mischievous sparkle.
"Oh, you did the toothpaste in your teacher's office?" You grinned.
"Yes, imagine that, but with a 200 litre barrel..." He muttered into his glass as he took another sip.
"Holy shit-" you giggle, imagining the amount of chemical paste oozing out of the teacher's cabinet.
"I'm not as innocent as I look, my dear." He smiled down at you, enjoying the way you giggled at the escapades of the younger him.
"Clearly! Although I never doubted, you look like a menace through and through."
"I'm sorry?" He mused, a playful tone to his voice.
"Ah, sorry, that came out wrong. You're not a menace, sorry... maybe the bourbon is taking a stronger push at me than I'd like..." You glare into your glass, a little embarrassed that you called your boss a menace.
"Menace... it sounds fun, I like it. I do hope the bourbon pushes more." His voice reassures you as you get yet another refill to your glass.
After a bit of pleasant chatter and drinking, Victor steps over to the lab's projector, sliding the blood slide into it and allowing the light to show a huge picture of the blood splatter on a wall.
"It's gorgeous." You muse as he sits on a chair beside you. The small blob of blood moves only slightly on the projector.
"It sure is. They say that work mirrors its creator..." Victor loops his arm behind you, resting it on the table behind your seats. His voice quiets down as you both watch the splatter move on the wall.
"Hah, maybe." You smile, and yet pink rises to your cheeks.
"Oh please, be anything but modest, my dear. Modesty doesn't look good on you." Victor's hand rested at the back of your neck as he side-eyed you.
"I know what looks good on me." You sip your drink, hoping to hide the slight blush on your cheeks, and also to chase the playful buzz the bourbon was giving out, along with the pleasure of Gideon's strong hand on your neck.
"Of course you do."
"You are a wonderful woman, (Y/n)..." He mused, the rings on his fingers gently clinking as his fingers slowly massaged the back of your neck, relieving your aches.
"... you've stuck by me through it all. Through the experiments, through my personal change..." he coo'd quietly, pride oozing from his voice. You swallowed, feeling warmth spread in your belly.
"I swore to myself that someone as talented and loyal as you needed to be rewarded properly, but I never had the chance to fulfill my promise..." Victor kept talking, his voice soft and gentle as his hand slid up your neck and into your hair to scratch at your scalp. The feeling was relieving, scratching all the itches you had. Unbeknownst to you, your hand slid out to grip his thigh for some form of support.
"God, you look so beautiful when your eyes flutter shut like that..." Victor whispered. His snake tongue darted out, flicking in the air. Seems he couldn't contain the primality of himself.
"Victor..." you sigh, more out into the room rather than him specifically.
"Oh my wonderful darling... You sound even better than you look. How can that even be possible?" He whispers, leaning in, his tongue flicking out once more, successfully slowly licking your ear. You squeeze his thigh, sighing.
"Keep talking like that..." You whisper.
"What was that?" He mused with a gentle chuckle.
"Keep talking to me like that, Victor." You turn your head, looking at him. He slowly smiles, showing you his gold teeth once more.
"I could talk to you like that forever." He churred as your hand reached out, gently tugging on his tie.
His hand, which remained in your hair, tugged you closer, effectively forcing you to stand up and sit on his lap. It wasn't rough ot brutal, more like he was guiding you to him. He fluently set his beaker aside, focusing on just you.
"Your gorgeous body... always hidden under lab coats and paperwork..." He whispered, those choking hands sliding down your body to hold your hips, then sliding behind to rest on your ass, and pull you closer.
"Bio-mass like yours is hard to come by in our line of work... hidden under layers and layers of protective shelling to keep the sweetest and truest part of you hidden away..." He whispers as you set your hands on his shoulders, looking down at him.
"But when said biomass is finally found and used thoroughly... it creates an incredible result."
Having had enough of his sweet words, you lean down, effectively pushing your lips together. You hear him groan into the kiss, your hips slowly rolling as you get to make out with him, feeling the thin snake tongue tending to yours.
"Victor, Jesus Christ..." You sigh into the kiss.
"No... no no, don't call to him... call to me if you have to... I love getting off to hearing my name coming from your lips." He mused, guiding your hip movements with his hand.
"Really, do you, Victor?" You whisper, earning a chuckle from him before he kisses you again.
"I tended to be quite pent up when you worked alongside me and always called my name when inquiring about work..."
Effectively, you begin undoing his vest buttons before he grabs your hands with one of his.
"Allow me... a gorgeous woman like you shouldn't even have to lift a finger." Victor hooked his index at the top of his vest, roughly tugging down to pop all buttons open at once.
"Neat party trick..." You grin down at him.
"I did agree that I was a menace in the 90's..." He grinned at you as you got back to making out, in which he began pushing your shirt up from underneath your pants.
The shirt dropped to the floor, along with his vest and tie.
He sighed into the make-out session, and shifted his hips under you, which made you feel a hard muscle poking at you out of the sudden.
He shifted his face to your neck, inhaling your scent, and giving it soft sucks.
"Beautiful... beautiful woman... so curvy and so delicious..." he whispers, his hands digging into your ass as he guides your movement over the bulge in his pants.
"You're like the plumpest forbidden fruit..." he sighed as he sucked on your neck.
At this point, you had a lot to do to not moan at the bulge notching on your cunt each time. Your hands went into his hair, anchoring you.
"Fuck... Victor..."
"Can I please satisfy you? Would you allow me the honor of fucking you?" He pulls you close, almost into a hug, as he snuggles his face close.
"Yes, please... give me..." you whisper.
"Oh, you honor me..." he whispers, chuckling as his big hand slithers its way into your pants, cupping your soaking cunt. You let out a slight moan, which is immediately interrupted by him.
"Oh, oh.... tsk tsk... she's so sopping wet... all sobby and needy..." He whispers, gently pushing your panties off to the side to very softly stroke through your folds, his other hand sliding up to hold your cheek.
"Fuck yes... Gideon..." You moan, opening your legs as wide as possible while sitting atop him.
"I can’t wait to get a taste of your sweet cunny, my beautiful... she has to be so soft and delicious..." his breath shuddered as he played with your clit, your pussy drooling into the palm of his hand.
"Gideon..." You growl, holding tight onto him.
"I want... dick... I wanna get fucked." You order him, groaning right beside his ear. He grabbed your hair again, peeling you back, to look in your lustful eyes.
"My pleasure..." Victor whispered, tongue flicking out once again before leaning in for a rougher make-out.
This giant of a man hooked his hands under your thighs and carried you to the nearest lab table. Before he seated you on it, he pushed all papers and glass vials off to the side, some breaking on the floor.
You leaned back a slight bit, making Victor loom over you while you made out with him. His half-unbuttoned shirt beckoned your hands, which immediately shot over, popping the shirt open completely and caressing Victor's scars.
It made him groan, making out with you more actively.
Victor suddenly grabbed your calves, tugging you to the edge of the table, and started pulling your pants off.
"Impatient much?" You chuckle, in which he grins.
"You don't know the half of it, darling. I'm rock hard, but I need a taste first, or I'd never forgive myself."
Saying that, he successfully tugs your pants off, flowing down to his knees.
Immediately, you feel his hungry mouth make contact with your cunt, licking up all the juices you were giving out. The snake tongue seemed skilled for this job, as it flowed through your petals, eating you out.
Once Victor disconnected his mouth from your cunt, he rested his head on your leg, shakily sighing.
"Good god, woman... You are just so perfect... You make a man wanna bury his face in you forever." He chuckles with a pleased sigh.
"I wouldn't stop you... that tongue is crazy." You chuckle, resting your legs on his shoulders, to which he chuckles and strokes your calf lovingly.
"I suppose it is one of the better perks of my... impromptu transformation." As a small show of playfulness, he flicks his tongue out much like a snake.
Victor stood up, pulling you in for another kiss, holding your cheeks. You tasted yourself on his lips.
Victor's hands drifted back to your hips, guiding you close to him.
"There you are, gorgeous..."
Looking down, you saw his pants unbuckled, hus dick proudly standing up, gently nudging against your clit with each gentle push of his hips.
"Yeah..." You sigh, leaning your head back, feeling it get caught by his large hand, rings quietly clinking.
"Gods, you feel like heaven." Victor growls, his dick lowering as he guides himself to you... His head pops into your entrance, making him bite down on his own tongue.
"C'mere..." You whisper, pulling him closer by his open shirt, kissing him again. The pull was enough to make him sink deeper into you... He felt perfect, if a bit bumpy from the mutagen.
The doctor leaned you down while making out with you, and began heartily rolling his hips. The wet squelching sound that echoed throughout the lab was disrespectful, but so good to listen to. For a moment there was nothing but the sound of you making out and the feel of him inside you. But it was quickly disturbed by his hips moving a bit faster... then faster. You had to split the kiss to pant a little to yourself, needing to catch your breath.
"There you go... you look so good when you're enjoying it. I could do this forever... just making you happy... fuck yes..." Gideon groaned, kissing your neck as you were thrust into.
"Fuck... fuck keep going, Victor..." You moan, sighing shakily. You felt the head of his dick massaging the spongy spot inside you, pleasuring you in big portions. Victor grabbed one of your legs, opening them wider.
"Look at you. Oh, you look so good... you're taking me so deep aren't you? Such a good girl, yes..." He groans loudly as he keeps thrusting into you. With the added pressure you can feel that you're certainly getting closer.
"Keep going..." You sigh.
"I don't plan on stopping, my dear..." He groans, bent over you. He holds your head in his large hands, enjoying your expression of pleasure.
You reached your peak a little earlier than you expected, muscle tensing and forcing you to arch your back as you finally came on his dick, legs tense.
"Yes... yes, enjoy it, there you go. Oh that feels great, doesn't it?" He coos, rocking his hips as he has his own finish, which he seems to handle much more calmly than your body does.
After your blissful spasming ceases, you get to focus your gaze on him, bent over you and lovingly observing your form.
"Heavens, I want to keep you forever..." He quietly whispers, one grey thumb softly stroking your cheek.
"I think I might want to stay with you forever..." You whisper, seeing him slowly smile, golden teeth slightly peeking from his lips.
"I'll clean you up, then we can finish up here and go somewhere more comfortable to coil up..." He mutters, tilting his head.
"That... sounds great. I'd love to coil up."