Feral Compulsion
Chapter Two
A/N: This chapter skips around a lot. Just to get on with the plot. I know the first chapter was a bit much. But I'll warn you when there's lemon and lime in the current chapter. There really shouldn't be a lot of it. This has BigSister!Jean to both Harry and Logan
Logan had finally gotten the kid to tell him his name. Harry. Also apparently the length of time he'd been here was; forever. So either the kid didn't know, or he didn't remember, or both.
It had been 14 food trays worth of marks, and Logan was happy to admit that whatever had happened to cause them to "do the dirty" for what felt like a really long time hadn't happened again. That had been torture to recover from the following week. The ass holes who gave the food didn't give nearly enough and he knew Harry was starving the entirety of the week following, because he sure was!
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Logan needed to stop eating his thoughts. The marks on the wall were now at 16. Harry and he having spent the entire length of tray 15 doing it like bunnies again. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Logan had now began adding when this happened to the marks. Making those marks thicker.
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He wasn't surprised on the next 15th food tray when they both spent it oblivious to the world. This time, though, Logan gave the whole tray the kid. He looked like he needed it.
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With not being able to see the sun, or tell time in anyway, Logan was unsure if it had really been 5 months of this same shit. Obviously the ass holes were expecting Harry to get pregnant. Didn't they realize he wasn't able to carry a kid at his weight? He, as well, had lost half his body mass.
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He was putting the last mark on the wall that marked another 6 months as he listened for Harry's shallow breathing. It was still there, which gave him comfort that the kid hadn't died yet. Harry had not woken from his sleep 2 days ago. Something Logan had immediately took note of, since the two of them slept in a bundle like bears for the body heat.
Logan had been giving the food to Harry for a time that he couldn't even recall. He reckoned if he saw himself right now, he'd not know what he looked like. All the muscle he was accustomed to having been eaten away from lack of food, and over excursion.
Deciding he'd take a little nap, Logan slowly laid down and slung his arm around the younger feral. It'd only be for a little while he rationalized. His subconscious wondering if this would be where he'd finally die. Not in some bloody battle as he'd always thought, but slowly starving and while he was sleeping.
Having fallen asleep so fast, Logan never heard the sounds of optic blasts, clattering guns, or shouting guards.
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Jean glanced at the vitals that had just recorded themselves on the small computer attached to the taller of the two males in the med bay. Frowning when most of them still read high. Both of their vitals had been extremely higher than normal. She wouldn't be surprised if either of them had a heart attack before they woke. Of course given from what she found from her initial observations of the two, the higher than normal vitals weren't uncalled for. The two had been in what they could only guess what a nutrient deprived coma since they'd rescued them two weeks ago.
The X-Men who had been sent to the facility these two were at, had apparently made it just in time. These two having been unconscious even then. When she had scanned their stomachs to see if she could tell the last time they'd eaten, she was surprised to find the smaller one's stomach was actually larger than the others.
From what Hank had said, these two were both Feral, an Alpha and Submissive. She could only deduce that for whatever reason, the Alpha had been giving their meager rations to the submissive.
Jean was checking the submissive's vitals when she heard the alpha's pulse on the monitor start to rise as it beeped faster and faster. Stepping around the beds she was surprised to see two steel blue eyes staring her down, following her every move. She just knew he was assessing her threat level.
"It's alright." Jean said, meeting the hard stare. "We've gotten you and your partner out of that place." The man's heart rate was still sky high. The insistent beeping echoing through the med bay. She knew because of the feeding tubes they both had, he wasn't able to talk, although he wasn't making any move to try. Just staring. It was slightly disconcerting. "You'll be alright now." Jean said again. Reaching to run her hands through the mans wild hair. She could see the man watching her, even lifted his arm as if to stop her, but his arm fell when he seemed to be overcome with a dizzy spell. Closing his eyes at the same time as he rode through the spell.
Jean didn't know how long she stood there. Carding her hand through the man's hair, but she knew he'd calmed down when his pulse started dropping, and his eyes started closing. Jean felt herself smile when she heard a rumble similar to a purr coming from the man's chest, as he finally drifted fully to sleep.
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Charles Xavier didn't claim to know everything, even though he could in fact try to know everything, he valued his colleagues privacy beyond knowing everything there was about them.
When their two newest charges had been rescued, the team he'd sent had been his most experienced with dealing with imprisoned mutants used for experimentation. As far as the size of the facility went, it was the smallest one he'd ever seen. The only holding chamber being where the two new ferals had been found.
Charles wouldn't even have found them if it hadn't have been for the sudden mind that had reached his in a cry for help, believing they were on the verge of death. It had taken Charles two days to pin point the mutants exact location, and apparently it was just in time too. For the younger mutant who had reached out to him had been paired with another who seemed to be fairing the same fate.
Charles had photos lain on his desk that Jean had taken of the couple as they'd been found, and what the room they were in looked like. These pictures were all horrific in nature, and only Hank McCoy had been privy to them other than those who had been ones to rescue the pair.
There was no bathroom of any kind in the small room, both mutants having apparently designated a corner for such a task. The walls and the door were made from the strongest metal known, adamantium. Yet somehow one of them had created some sort of tally system of hatch marks on the wall. Either marking the days of imprisonment, or something else. What intrigued Charles was the pattern of which these hatches were marked. The first couple on the left had no pattern, but eventually after every 15th something was noted to cause a different mark to be placed.
The two new mutants had been within the mansion for two of these 15th marks, if it was in fact a marking of days. Today marking the third. Whatever it was, he'd have to wait until the two were more recovered to ask them.
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Logan was woken by the pungent smell he'd become accustomed to from the pheromones. His eyes darting back and forth in the darkness of the room they both shared.
He didn't know how long they'd been in this room, but they were both still on the feeding tubes, and some sort of liquid coming out of an IV.
Grabbing the base of the IV, Logan swiftly pulled it out. Blood began to spew from the wound before it slowly knitted itself together. Slower than he'd ever remembered himself healing before. Moving on to the feeding tube coming out of his nose, he pulled slower this time. He couldn't get it to move at all, and the pressure hurt like a bitch. Before he could even think on it more, Wolverine was pulling on the tube as hard and fast as he could. The blood that sprouted out of his nose, down his throat and on his chest bringing him halfway back to Logan as they both let a yell of pain escape them.
Laying his head back on the bloody pillow as a sudden wave of dizziness consumed him, Logan didn't feel himself drift to sleep until he was abruptly woken by the light snapping on and two people rushing into the room.
"Oh my God!" The girl exclaimed stopping short of the bed, her hand over her mouth.
"Jean go get a wet wash cloth, we need to see what damage he's done under all this blood." The blue furry beta said behind the woman. The woman snapping to work in an instant.
With the woman gone, Wolverine locked glowing golden eyes with the beta, placing an arm of protection over Harry.
"I know. You're alright." The beta responded.
Before Wolverine could growl back, the red haired woman was back and kneeling in front of him. The beta didn't seem to say anything to her about his shift back to Logan, or maybe he didn't notice. Something about this woman just calmed Wolverine enough to be controlled where he wouldn't normally. When she began wiping his face with the cloth he couldn't help the feeling of his heart swelling. Was this what it felt like to have family to care for you? He wouldn't know. Not with Victor being his only family. Logan felt his weak body drifting to sleep against his will in the comforting aura of the red head cleaning the blood from his extremities.
