The idea of becoming stronger always made Victor growl with desire. He wanted to be strong— he wanted to be strong enough to never have to truly fear for his life —and that’s why he signed up for what he thought was the Weapon X Program. It would’ve made him a killing machine and, virtually, gave him everything he wanted…

Instead, he’s taken somewhere different, and he doesn’t think anything of it until it’s too late.

The Program in question— Stock X —was something he never thought the humans would greenlight. After all, they hated mutants, so the thought of them wanting to breed mutants was… surprising to him. He was a sick person, someone who wouldn’t hesitate to murder, assault, or brutalize someone, but this program made him feel sick on a different level.

When he’s thrust into a cell with you, his body pumped full of something, he doesn’t think twice about it. You seemed as feral as he was if not more, yet you seemed tame for the time being. His nose twitches as he scents the area, your pheromones being strong enough to almost knock him off his feet.

You were in heat from the smell of it, and it explained why you curled up in the corner of the cell, glaring at him but not moving or speaking. The smell of you only grows stronger as time passes, and he becomes restless on the small cot the scientists put in the cell.

“Tch, stupid—” Victor grunts as he shifts, only now realizing how hot his body is becoming. He wasn’t an idiot— he knew what this was —but he was trying his best to resist. He didn’t go around screwing anybody, and he didn’t want to give the government what they wanted; which was likely a litter of feral, mutant children.

“Let me outta here, damn it.” He growls loudly as he rises to his feet, growing steadily agitated the more your scent infiltrates his nose. It was like you were everywhere— your scent drenching the cell —and it made him want to act rabid.