Into his Lair

I'm trying to work when I feel it. A change in the air. The hair prickles on my arm. I know he's watching me, and I know what's about to happen.

I can only carefully put down my pen and paper and wait.

"Bianca."

The way he says my name that way…he's hungry. Not for food.

"Yes, Doctor Octavius?" I don't turn around. He'll come to me; he always does. His lab, his house, his rules. And I'm alright about that.

He comes to stand behind me, his front pressed firmly to my back. He doesn't stop moving though and presses a little harder, trapping me firmly between himself and the desk.

"My work-" I began but his hands are already on my hips and he gently squeezes.

"You can ignore it for now."

It shocks and surprises me when the claws come out. No matter how many times he does it, I forget they are there when I'm not looking at him.

I can feel his grip on me shift, move up and down, pulling at my shirt as we watch the claws slowly and carefully move aside the important pieces of equipment and all the files and folders to one side.

How had this all started? The day I came into work, he was having another one of his episodes. Screaming, crying, ruining his work at the guilt of his wife.

Usually, I would just leave and wait for him to calm down for an hour, but this time, I stayed. I stayed and waited until he noticed me and when he did, he seemed even more incensed.

He'd bounded towards me like a wild animal, the claws flying towards me, and I only felt fear for a moment, wondering if he'd strike me.

"What am I to you?!"

One of the claws pinned me up against the wall, pressing against my stomach. The pressure was uncomfortable and there was a pinch at my sides, but I could bear the pain when he closed in on me. Both his hands, pressing against the wall, his face close to mine.

"WHAT AM I TO YOU?! A MONSTER? DO I DISGUST YOU?!"

He just kept on screaming and raging at me and how he thought I saw him. How he himself was nothing more than a villain. And when he fell silent, he waited for my answer.

And looking at him then, his eyes rimmed red and tears threatening to spill out again and sweat glistening on his forehead, I felt no fear. No revulsion. No hate.

I felt that same want I'd been feeling since the moment he showed how vulnerable he was.

Without really understanding what I was doing, my hand had come up and I'd touched his cheek. He'd flinched but hadn't pulled back. We were looking at one another for a few, breathless moments, and then the pressure on my stomach had fallen away.

And he'd pressed himself forward and kissed me.

Honestly, I wouldn't call what we did that day 'making love', nor would I say there was any affection. I was surprised by his virality, and he fucked me against the wall of his home and lab like it was his last day on earth.

Since that day, he seemed lighter. No more angry tantrums or destroying his lab, which I was grateful for since I was always clean-up. But he'd always have a hungry look in his eye when I knew his emotions were at their peak. And it excited me. Even before I realised his claws were helping him at pivotal points.

Speaking of…

I shuddered when I felt something cold and metallic against my bare leg.

I'd stopped wearing trousers or work shorts a few weeks ago, switching to skirts and dresses, and whilst I usually hated it, there was something much easier about him just lifting up my skirt and fucking me exactly where I stood. Sometimes, the fabric would survive what the claws did.

His hands were always rough, but never enough to bruise or hurt me. The claws on the other hand didn't give a damn about my underwear.

I always bought a spare change and he'd been paying me more recently, obviously apologising without saying so. He was also very smug about it afterward and sometimes, I wanted to quit and never come back. But the money was good, and I couldn't afford to not pay my bills right now. Or buy food.

And then there was this. Moments when he'd touch me, and I'd never felt anything like it before. In my twenties, I'd had numerous intimate encounters and relationships with men and women, and some had been fun. But affection and physical intimacy had dwindled as soon as I'd hit thirty and crippling debt and stress took over.

Doctor Octavius relit that fire that I thought had gone out. It felt new and I was almost scared.

My thoughts focused only on one thing as he hurriedly got to work. His hands moved fast this time, bunching up my skirt until he was happy with the access he had. His fingers were not gentle as he pulled and tugged down my underwear, only far enough to settle between my thighs.

And then they moved up again, slipping first under my shirt and then my bra. I couldn't help but cry out as his rough, large hands cupped my breasts and squeezed.

"Aren't you glad this building is unoccupied?" His fingers and thumbs moved and pinched my nipples, hard and unforgiving, "You can scream as loud as you want, and no one will hear. Your voice is for my ears only."

My breath catches in my throat as I choke on a scream. It hurts, but what was it he told me once?

'Pain and pleasure can be indistinguishable. Only if you work the two together, can you feel ecstasy.'

He stops pinching and then moves his mouth close to my ear.

"Bend over."

I could say no. I know he'd stop if I did. But at this point, I need him.

I do as he says and place my hands flat on the smooth desk, waiting.

His hands disappear for a moment, and he removes his hips from mine, and I can hear fabric rustling and a zipper going down.

"Oh God, please," I must bite my lip as I feel his cock press against me and I push back, only about an inch, before his grip on my hips return.

"So eager," he chuckles and holds me still, "have you been waiting for this all day?"

I almost whine in frustration, but I know what he wants.

"Yes. Please."

"Please, what?"

"Please," I gasp when he pulls his head out and back in, going no deeper than before, "please, fuck me. Doctor Octavius."

I could almost turn around and hit him when he laughs, but then he pushes back inside of me and this time, his grip pulls my hips towards him. I can only cry out at the delicious stretch as he fills me.

"You're so wet already. I barely touched you."

Once he's inside of me, he doesn't even give me a chance to adjust. He goes at his own rhythm, and I can feel his fingernails dig into my skin.

A flash of metal catches my attention and I watch as two of the claws brace themselves on the opposite side of the desk. Making sure it doesn't move so he can fuck me in place. I cry out again and I can feel the pleasure building inside of me.

One of his hands moves up and down my side and I want to reach back and grab him, putting his hand on my breast or in between my legs. But I can only move my hips a little as he fucks me and I'm having trouble keeping myself up. I could very easily just lay down on the desk and let him do what he wants, but I need to maintain some control.

Before I know it, I'm screaming his name and shuddering as my orgasm takes over.

Apparently, that's what he needs and with a few loud grunts and hard thrusts, I can feel him release inside of me. The force almost does push me down onto the desk, but I can find some purchase at the last minute.

He moves back and almost thoughtfully, pulls my underwear back up. But that's as far as his niceties go. He just steps away and goes back to the other side of the room, carrying on with his work like nothing happened.

Of course, when I stand up straight and check everything, I can see the tears and holes in my clothes from the claw's ministrations. Or maybe it was his own hands?

I just go change into my spare set and decide that I'll finish my work. I throw the other clothes in my bag to mend, but I could easily put them in the trash. He's been paying me extra so if it's worth a few holes here and there, who am I to argue?

But despite the occasional coffee, I can't help but feel exhausted. And sitting on the plastic stool is definitely not comfortable after what we just did.

I place my head on my hand and think to myself, 'just rest yourself for a few minutes. He won't mind.'

I just hope he lets me have an hour or so of sleep before he makes me work again. Or do anything else that takes my energy.

Xxxxx

Doctor Otto Octavius had dimmed the lights when he saw his assistant asleep. He could have woken her up and demanded she go rest at her own hovel, but he knew she'd be exhausted after their little unscheduled activity.

Plus, he'd never admit it, she was a hard worker. Finding an assistant who could keep quiet and was good had been hard. He'd had to fire his first two because they goody-two-shoes and urged him to go to the 'appropriate authorities for help', and his third one had never returned after Otto threw a table at a wall in a fit.

But Bianca was stubborn. Headstrong. Spirited. Physically, she was nothing like his late wife, but emotionally, she challenged him just as she did.

'Rosie.'

He shut his eyes tight, refusing to look at the nightlife outside and everyone being happy. Rosie loved that. She would have a cup of coffee, morning or night, and just watch people go about their lives.

"Watching the kinds of people, on the street for a while- But how love falters and flags when anyone's difficult eyes come. Who wrote that, Otto?"

"Robert Pinksy," he said out loud and opened his eyes to the scene of nightlife below, "oh, Rosie. I miss you, every day."

The guilt had eaten away at him for so long and the chip attached to his brain hadn't helped either. Luckily, that had frazzled out and he'd gained control back.

But he still had to face that he was responsible for her passing. The pain never left him but somehow, day by day, it got better. Some days were harder than others and his little bouts of anger had overwhelmed him. But ever since Bianca had touched him so tenderly that day and looked at him, almost affectionately, he had been better.

He moved back over to where she slept and observed her. She didn't look comfortable and if she stayed in that hunched position, he knew she'd wake up with a bad back. He had a deep, strong longing to make sure she was safe. Comfortable. Happy.

He'd been feeling something primal towards her for a while, but tonight was different.

When he was sad, she comforted him, and she never looked at him with disgust or fear.

And whilst he was rough with her, she never stopped him.

"Carefully now," he instructed his claws as they moved around him, "do not wake her."

His creations had the power to bend steel, break through walls and crush cars without struggling. But they were also an extension of him, and he wanted no harm to come to her.

Carefully, they wound around and moved her about like a parent picking up their sleeping child. She let out a soft noise but didn't seem too disturbed and they finally cradled her close to him.

She seemed peaceful and he gazed upon her sleeping face for a while, before walking toward his bedroom. The studio apartment he'd bought was large enough for his work, but it only had two rooms: Bathroom and everywhere else. His lab was also his bedroom and kitchen, though he mostly had a coffee pot and mini-fridge of food. Rosie would not have approved.

The bed was his only luxury and even that was simple. He'd picked out a similar steel frame with Rosie years ago and he'd had so many memories of waking up with her. Making love with her in the mornings, holding her at night when she'd had a tough day, and sleeping in when they both felt like it. That had been bliss.

One claw moved the sheet aside whilst the others laid Bianca down carefully and as he tucked the sheet back around her, it dawned on him: he'd never brought her in here. He'd never invited her to his bed.

He also realised that his own hands were tucking her in and smoothing back the hair that had fallen across her face.

He pulled away as though he had been burned and looked down at her one last time, before turning away.

He knew he was feeling something for her. Maybe something he shouldn't? Maybe…something other than just lust.

Xx The Next morning xX

When Bianca awoke, she was aware of two things:

1) She was lying down on a bed

2) She was in a bed that was not her own

She sleepily opened her eyes and looked around her. She was still in Doctor Octavius's home?

She sat up and quickly adjusted her clothes. She was alone and dressed, so he'd just put her to bed and not take advantage of her. Good. Her trust for him grew even more with that knowledge.

She had been worried about him taking advantage of her when they first met, considering he had a reputation as a 'mad, dangerous scientist'.

"Doctor Octavius?" He also appeared to trust her since she was alone in the place.

Moving quickly to the bathroom, she grabbed her spare change of clothes and hopped in the shower. He had basic soap and nothing else, but she revealed in the hot water. The one thing her apartment currently didn't have. She didn't enjoy herself for too long though because she heard the door to the apartment shut and quickly put her clothes on. She was still a little achy after yesterday and whilst the thought of shower sex was something she usually enjoyed; she didn't think both would fit in.

'How does he even keep his claws protected in here?' That thought would have to wait because after dressing, she left the bathroom to find him heading towards the door.

"I thought you'd left," he almost sounded relieved, and she shrugged her shoulders.

"It's time to start work anyway and I have a spare change of clothes," she tucked her hair behind her ear and decided to carefully test the water, "thank you, for letting me sleep here last night."

No emotions crossed his face, but he turned away from her.

"Start work after you eat."

She was wondering what she could possibly eat here since most of his food and drink was terrible takeout and alcohol, but one of the claws suddenly came around in front of her and held out a small, paper bag.

She took it cautiously and nodded her head, not sure if she should show politeness to the claw but not willing to chance it.

She looked at the paper, smelling of coffee and pastry, and then back at him. He was wearing his 'going out disguise' and he'd bought her breakfast? He'd never done that before.

It made her smile, but she wouldn't approach the subject.

Instead, she ate her breakfast and got work to work and for a while, everything seemed to be normal. For a while, anyway.

X x A few days later x x

It happened again. Doctor Octavius and Bianca had been working all day, stopping only to eat and lay her out on her back on the desk, his hands moving over her as they fucked with wild abandon. Then, they both worked late into the night and when he started to feel tired, he'd gone over to her to tell her to finish up and go home. But she was asleep again. The same position as last time, only now her glasses were resting on her face, crooked and she looked like she wasn't going to wake anytime soon.

He sighed but resigned himself to another night of sleeping in the one 'comfortable' chair he had. He picked her up and carefully carried her again to his bed. But just as he laid her down, she opened her eyes and looked startled.

He pulled back quickly, allowing her to sit up and she quickly rearranged her features to more embarrassed surprise.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep again," she took off her glasses and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, "I can pack my stuff and go home. If it's a problem I can-"

"It's not."

She stopped rubbing her eyes and looked up at him. He didn't look angry or put out, but there was a sadness there she couldn't place.

"You can stay for tonight."

"But where will you sleep?"

He gestured with his head to the chair, and she instantly felt guilty.

"No, no, it's your bed-"

"It's fine. I'm used to the chair-"

"Listen," she put her foot down and shook her head, "this is your home. Your bed. You can sleep in it."

"And YOU are my guest," he did let a small amount of anger and pointed at her, "and will take my bed. What other solution do you have?"

She stood up, feeling her blood beginning to boil but the words out of her mouth couldn't be stopped and it seemed, her body spoke before her brain.

"Just get in the damn bed with me!"

There was a moment of silence as he stared down at her and he had to fight a genuine smile when he saw the fresh blush creep up her neck.

"I mean," she tried not to stutter or look away, "I just meant….it's a double bed, there is room enough for two and…after everything we've done, I don't think it will be an issue."

She had a point.

They'd seen each other at their most intimate moments, and he had seen her naked a few times. Or semi-naked since he never took her clothes fully off. He felt like rectifying that.

"Alright."

Wordlessly, he moved away from her and began to disrobe. She watched him take off his jacket and slip out of his shoes but decided against becoming a voyeur and climbed back on and into the bed, making sure to leave space for him.

She looked up at the ceiling and made herself busy counting the tiles and dirt on the ceiling. When he did eventually climb in, she did allow herself to see how he slept.

'Ah, that's how you sleep with those things.'

He was on his side and facing her and the claws seemed to be making him as comfortable as possible, going limp and tucking just behind him. He had removed all but had replaced trousers with pajama pants.

He shut his eyes and seemed to go to sleep almost straight away.

She looked at his face for a bit and then, turned her attention back to the ceiling. Sleep was pulling her back and as her eyes slowly shut, she couldn't help but see his face in her mind. She did fall asleep a few minutes later and didn't catch him when he opened his eyes and looked at her peaceful face. Sleep wouldn't come straight away, and it was going to be a long night, so he might as well enjoy her company. Her trust. Her beauty.

X x The Next Morning x X

Otto had managed to fall asleep, and he was quite comfortable until he woke up and immediately remembered his bed partner. And for some reason, as was the case with his gender, he had woken up inexplicably hard.

Usually, when alone, he'd pleasure himself until he was satisfied and then, contemplate his life. But he didn't want to disturb Bianca. Not when she'd turned to face him completely and was looking so peaceful. He'd admired her side profile for most of the night, but now she was so close and a part of him wanted to kiss her, whilst the other part just told him to leave her as she was.

He'd never noticed the little freckles that dusted lightly over her cheeks and neck and wanting nothing more, he reached out and gently stroked them. He tried to be careful and not wake her, but she did stir.

He didn't pull away though or feign sleep. Instead, he kept his hand on her, tenderly stroking her.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she must have thought she was in a dream because she sleepily smiled at him and moaned.

"Otto," she spoke his first name and he realised she'd never addressed him so informally before, even when they fucked.

He rather liked that.

She blinked a few more times and whilst she was sure she wasn't in a dream, she still looked pleased to see him.

"What time is it?"

"Eight," his hand moved down and touched the skin, just above her shirt, her collarbone tempting him. Teasing him.

"An hour until I start work. Do you want me to go get ready and get an early start, Doctor?"

Otto smirked and moved one of the claws over them. It pinched the sheets covering them and pulled them down, letting them pool around their feet. She noticed this but didn't stop looking at him. The excitement shone in her eyes, and he felt her shudder.

"I think we can both be tardy for today."

Without waiting for any more comments, she pushed herself toward him and kissed him, just the way she wanted to. Hard, passionate. They hadn't kissed in weeks, and she didn't realise how much she'd missed it.

Feeling emboldened and having his hands move over her, tugging at her clothes (with the claws' help), she decided to push it a little farther. He'd always disrobed her and since it looked like she was going to end up naked in front of him for the first time, she felt it only fair that she see him. Still kissing him, she slipped her hands over his chest and stomach, admiring the way he kept himself fit, even in his advancing years.

Her hands slipped lower, and he didn't stop her as she slipped her hand inside his bottoms and grasped his erection in both her hands.

His tongue slipped against hers and there was a possessive grip around her neck suddenly, but it urged her on.

Once her shirt, skirt, and underwear were off, she made sure to push his bottoms down, knowing there would not be another chance. But a small part of her was begging for this. More of the trust he must have felt.

He pulled away and gave her that stern look, his eyes of course saying, 'don't argue'.

"On your front."

Maybe he didn't like the kissing as much as she did?

Still, that same thrill went through her, and she obeyed him.

She got on all fours, pleased that she could grab the sheets beneath her or at least, scream into the pillows when her orgasm swept over her.

He wasted no time in positioning himself behind her, grabbing her hips and slowly pushing in. She was almost distracted by two of the claws appearing in front of her and bracing themselves close to her hands.

Otto apparently wanted to take a moment to adjust and whilst one hand remained on her hip, the other moved up and over her back. Affectionately. She was sure the way his fingertips ghosted over her skin was creating a trail of goosebumps and she almost didn't want him to stop.

When his hand moved back to her hip, she thought he would ride her straight away. But he hesitated.

"Keep me inside of you. Push yourself up. I want to feel you."

Bianca knew what he wanted, but feeling him very much pressed inside of her, she almost found that request too much. Still, she shakily pushed herself up. He decided to help her halfway and gripped her around the waist, pulling her forcefully against him.

He began to move, hard behind her and she only clung to him.

Her neck was bare, and teeth scraped against her delicate throat.

A hand moved down, slipping in between her legs and stroking her wet mound. The other hand viciously cupped her breasts, his thumb and finger pinching her nipple.

Blindly, as he began to move, she reached out before her and grabbed onto one of the claws. He growled and moved it closer until she was trapped between him and it. She desperately clung onto it as he moved faster, his thrusts hard and determined.

But despite his want, it seemed his old body couldn't quite handle it as he used to.

His back spasmed and he hissed painfully, stopping, and letting her go, causing her to press more against the claw.

He moved and slipped out of her, choosing to sit on the edge of the bed and bend himself into his head was almost in his lap.

"Otto?" Bianca moved and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Is everything alright?"

"Fine," he bit out angrily, embarrassed at the situation, and attempted to shrug her off, "do not concern yourself."

But Bianca WAS concerned. She was worried and knew he'd just push her away if she asked again.

So, she sat beside him and instead, let her worry speak with actions, planting kisses along his back and neck.

Her actions did seem to placate him and he laughed drily.

"I am sorry."

"What's wrong?" She stroked gentle circles on the back of his neck and he was soothed by the simple gesture.

"Back pain. Old Injury that flared up. I'm…not as young as I once was."

Hearing his vulnerable words, she decided that NOW was the time she would take control.

She stood up in front of him and tenderly stroked his hair.

"I can help if you want?"

He sat up, finding he was in no pain in his current position, and nodded.

Her hands kneaded the flesh of his shoulders and she smiled down at him.

"If I hurt you, just tell me."

He almost laughed at her sweet words but watched as she moved over and around him, straddling his lap, her hands moving down low over his chest.

His hands gripped her hips as she lowered herself back down on him, but she smiled and reached between them herself.

"You don't have to do all the work."

She slipped his cock back inside of her and lowered herself slowly down. And then, with her hands on his shoulders, carefully moved over him. She rode him, in short, hard, measured thrusts. He looked right into her face as she shut her eyes and cried out his name.

Otto felt himself reaching his peak quicker than ever, the feel of her so in control…so much power she wielded over him. Unable to control his emotions, he placed the side of his face to her chest, pressing his ear to her heart and his lip brushing against her breast.

"Otto."

His name became a mantra on her lips, and he shut his eyes tight as he began to lose control. To lose himself in feeling her, all around him.

Her hands held his head in place, soothing him, and Otto's arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly. Afraid to let her go.

She cried out above him and shuddered, her hips losing their rhythm for a moment or two, but she soldiered on and clung to him fiercely.

The final push was her fingernails, gently dragging along his scalp.

He cried out into her skin and for a moment, had to will himself not to sob. He was lost in ecstasy and felt like falling into oblivion.

"It's alright. I've got you."

Bianca's words comforted him and despite himself, he knew if he fell, she would be there for him. Of course, they both knew that she was the one in control. She could make him stop whenever she wanted to, and he would abide. But the power they wielded equally over the over was a silent agreement.

If they were stuck in a web together, they were both the spider and the prey. They would just take turns being the one that was bound whilst the other had their way.