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Viktor considered himself a sensible man. Really, he did. He was a researcher at the top of his field of genetic research, engineering and manipulation. He worked for the top genetics facility in Europe and was world-renowned. He’d graduated at the top of his class for his work in genetics and had proved to his employers and the world time and time again that he was more than just a man from a wealthy family whose parents had paid for everything.
For god’s sake, he bussed tables and baby sat through college to pay his own tuition because of a spat with his father. They had mended bridges eventually as it was clear that there was nothing that would ever make Viktor go into sports the way he father wanted him to… even if he did play all throughout college in order to afford it.
Viktor read pretty much anything he could get his hands on and had amassed enough knowledge in his head that he had a pretty good chance of winning Jeopardy rather easily.
However, what someone could want with him enough to kidnap and torture him was something that he would never figure out, blood loss, pain, nausea or not
Sure, he’d been paying attention while the man beat him around, but the man seemed to have no real idea of what Viktor did going on about mutations in the human genome that could lead to impressive abilities in future generations.
Going on about mutants a la the X-Men.
Yes, it was possible.
Yes, there were mutants in the world, hell he was one of them that manifested those “impressive abilities” the man was going on about, but Viktor was a geneticists, not a miracle worker. He was no closer to giving someone powers than the world at large was close to ending world hunger. He couldn’t give them and he couldn’t take them away without major damage to someone’s DNA, damage that was irreversible and lethal.
The man had left quite some time ago to go see about something, leaving Viktor to continue leaking blood on the cold floor when she’d entered like a goddamn sex dream. Dark curly hair pulled back into a bun, rambunctious tendrils framing her face, dirt smudged on her brown cheek as she smiled warmly at him.
Her uniform was unbuttoned at the top as she tugged the shirt off, but it did little to ruin the aesthetic of her in her cop’s uniform. A tight black underarmor shirt as she pulled off her shirt and her bullet proof vest and used the fabric to staunch the bleeding in his leg. Warm brown eyes and skin that looked so smooth, he bet she tasted good.
Focus Viktor, he thought trying to flinch as she worked while his brain took her in.
For Christ’s sake she was beautiful with those intelligent eyes looking at him from a pretty face. Curves that made his hand twitch wrapped in a sinful cop’s uniform.
Fuck, why did she have to be wearing a cop’s uniform? Perhaps the arseholes knew about his kink a bit because she looked good enough to eat. He wasn’t even sure how he still had enough blood to get an erection, but he felt it happening and couldn’t help but snort to himself.
Trust his male mating instincts to react even on the brink of death. How very primitive.
But at least he was back to understanding something fundamental: he was in pain, he was turned on beyond belief, and he really hoped she wasn’t a trick. She kneeled in front of him and reached to touch his neck, slick with blood. Her hands were warm and smooth against his skin and she shivered a bit as her brow furrowed.
“What’s your name?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“V-Viktor,” he gasped around the pain, dizzy, yet somehow not dizzy enough not to notice how beautiful she was.
Of course not, he was still a man with eyes after all.
“Hello Viktor,” she said. “I’m Lieutenant Hermione Granger and I’m here to get you out of here.”
He nodded and he smiled a little dopey with blood loss, “You are beautiful.”
Her eyes widened and he smiled at her, “Am honored to meet you, Officer Granger… beautiful Officer….Granger.”
His eyes closed and for a long time he heard absolutely nothing.