Feral Compulsion

Chapter Three

A/N: This story is similar to my other HP/Xmen where Magneto does not exist, he perished on the island after shooting Charles. Now Sabertooth is the prominent leader of the Brotherhood, and he looks like the Sabertooth from X-Men Origins: Wolverine.

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Charles was just finishing teaching his Physics class when his longtime friend Hank arrived at his door. He'd known something had happened last night after dinner with the newest arrivals, yet he hadn't pried. Knowing Hank and Jean could take care of it themselves, both certified Doctors.

"Come in Hank. Take a seat!" He offered, as the last of his students left. "What can I do for you?"

"Thank you, Charles." The man said as he took a seat across from the Professor. "I think I've figured out what the markings mean, the ones one of the new mutants were keeping to track with," Hank said simply. "Last night was a supposed 15th day, yes?"

"Yes, it was," Charles said, his interest peaked.

"Last night, when we entered the room, the Alpha had removed his IV and his feeding tube. Not in a typical manner, either. There seemed to be no internal or external damage, other than the severe amount of blood. What I'm thinking though is what caused him to do such a thing when, up until now, he's been cooperative." Hank said.

"So, something happened last night, you're saying. Something that changed his opinion of accepting care." Charles said, seeing what Hank was saying.

"Before I explain my suspicion, what do you know about the mindset divergences of Alphas and Submissives?" Hank said seriously.

"Divergences?" Charles asked, surprised. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"This doesn't apply to me since I'm a beta, but alphas and submissives have almost another personality, if you will, in their mindscape," Hank explained. "It's the mental representation of their feral thoughts and actions."

"Is this like multiple personalities?" Charles asked.

"Not so extreme. Take the alpha upstairs, for example. The man and the feral in him have the same goals, same dreams in life and the same ideas on how to achieve them. The same belief system, even. What's not the same is how they go about it. I don't like comparing it this way, but it's like one is the mind of a human and the other the mind of an animal." Hank said with a grimace.

"Alright. What does this have to do with him ripping out all the tubing?" Charles asked in confusion.

"When we entered the room, it was filled with the scent of heat pheromones coming from the submissive. Which brought out the feral last night and suppressed the man. Although I believe both are too weak to do anything until at least the next time we encounter this issue." Hank explained.

"Is that normal with a submissive?" Charles asked, never having been in long contact with a feral other than Hank.

"Not always" Hank exclaimed. "And with the marking system they were using, my only guess is something they did at that facility to induce it. Jean's scans show he has a fully functioning uterus, so they end goal must have been to impregnate him."

"Let's be thankful they didn't know anything about nutrition related to pregnancy then," Charles said grimly as he stared behind Hank at something only he could see.

Hank could only hum in agreement. "The alpha seems to have a positive reaction to Jean, I must say. I think it would be a good idea if she were to continue not only his care but the submissive's as well."

"Why the sudden urge to fall back, Hank?" Charles asked.

"As much as I wish it would be better for me to help, I only think it would be detrimental. The alpha has already tried to show his stance with the submissive when I was left alone with them in the room for just a moment."

"Alright, I'll let her know." Charles conceded.

Ooooo

Logan found he was sleeping again, to his irritation, but this time he was brought out of it by the redhead setting two trays of food on stands he didn't hear anyone place. Sitting up he glanced at the one nearest him and caught a sniff of the soup, his mouth watering at the strong aromas. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten. The "food" from the feeding tube is the only thing to enter his stomach in possibly at least 8 months.

He watched her walk around the bed and shake Harry awake. The kid having had his own feeding tube removed last night, as well as the IV. She walked back around and sat on the edge of the bed next to where Harry was now sitting. He waited until she'd set Harry up with his tray until he grabbed the tray next to him and started eating.

Grabbing the miniature loaf of bread, he tore off a chunk and dipped it in the soup, bringing it to his mouth in trepidation. Glancing towards the redhead to notice Harry doing the same. After he stuffed it in, he wasn't sure if he was remembering to breathe or even chew properly before he'd scarfed the whole piece of bread down and grabbed the bowl of sweet succulent potato soup and started sucking it down. He could hear Harry munching loudly as he set his bowl down on the tray and a purr released from his chest.

"I hope next time you two won't inhale your food," Red said with a smile, causing him to blush. Logan couldn't remember the last time anyone had made him blush. It had to have been years at least. "So, you guys must have names. I'm Jean."

Realization finally hit him that they were finally free from the metal room. Free of the pain the Dr.s inflicted upon them every time they failed to get Harry pregnant.

"'m Harry!" Harry said as he wiped his mouth with his arm. Jean not once faltering at the younger man's lack of manners. "He's Logan," Harry responded before Logan could, pointing his thumb at the older feral.

Jean once again had a smile on her face. "It's nice to properly meet you, Logan, and Harry. I hope you enjoy your time here. I'll be overseeing your health as you recover."

"Thank you," Logan said sincerely. Not knowing what he was thanking her for. The future of care, or past care. All of it was still fresh in his mind. From the side of him, he could see Harry nodding his head. He wasn't sure how they had found them, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.