Feral Compulsion
Chapter One

A/N: Harry is a submissive feral mutant who has been used by The Labs since he was 9. Once he's freed, will he be able to overcome the trauma and earn new family members? Or will he be too far gone? Mutation is Dominant Genetic. Non-Magic. All Wizards/Witches are mutants. Hogwarts is a European school for mutants. Slash. Lemon. Lime.

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Harry watched the unknown man from a corner of the small room. His arms around his knees, which were drawn up to his chest. The moment the men had dragged the unconscious man into his room he could smell the firey hint of Alpha in him.

They'd never given him a roommate. Why now? Why an Alpha?

Harry tensed as he saw the Alpha begin to wake. His heart pounding in his ears.

The man seemed to be fighting the sleeping drugs that were a common item around here. He was trying to sit up, and shake the fog from his head at the same time. Harry wished he'd just stay asleep. He could see the man squinting at him now, almost a mock glare. Finally the man seemed to be fully be upright in a siting position, his head in his hands. Maybe he had a headache?

"Where are we, kid?" The man asked with a grizzly voice, locking onto Harry's emerald green site.

Shrugging his shoulders, Harry couldn't help but hunch down in fear when the man growled in answer.

"What's your name?"

Harry didn't answer. Mostly because he couldn't remember the last time he'd used his voice. He knew, as well, there was no use talking to the other freaks. Everyone but him seemed to perish at the hands of the Dr.s tests.

"Alright, then." The gruff man said. Scooting his back up against the opposite wall from him. "Any clue why we're both naked?"

Again, Harry shrugged. Ducking his head.

"You're such a chatty kathy, aren't you."

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Logan had started counting days with notches on the wall after each food tray the henchman would push in. Between him and the runt, they had to split one "meal". The contents of it were the worst tasting edibles he'd ever consumed. The kid didn't seem to care though, so he figured that must be the norm as to what was fed around here.

He was wondering the reason as to why he'd even been brought here. It had been a total of 7 food trays. What he could only guess was the equivalent of days, and neither of them had left this room.

Before Logan could think anymore on this subject, the black adimandtium door opened with a screech of metal on metal. Two armored guards charged in, sleek powerful automatic guns targeting both of them. Not glancing at the runt, he released his claws, charging at the men. They're bullets couldn't stop him. Hearing a quick succession of whoop whoop whoop, Logan felt the sting of needles jammed into his torso. Feeling the burn of an injection that was making his vision fade, he dropped to his knees before his world went blank.

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The last thing Harry could see before he was yanked from the room, was the alpha falling from the sleeping bullets. As soon as the guard tore him from the room they slapped bracers on his wrist that were connected together by a single loop.

They dragged him down a few turns until they reached a room that he didn't recognize, but when they brought him into the room he knew the Dr. This was the one he hated the most.

They harshly shoved him into a semi reclined chair. Connecting the bracers to a chain above his head, as well as securing a tight belt across his lap. When they began cuffing his ankles in, he tried kicking them. He didn't want to be tied down in this room. The guard gave a tough jerk on his leg, causing him to semi slide on the chair. The shock allowing both the Dr. and the guard to set the ankle cuffs.

Harry couldn't get his breathing to slow down. This had never happened before. Halfway through his panic attack, Harry realized the Dr. was talking. He always tried to pay attention to what they had to say. They always had a habit of giving away information about what they were doing. Thinking he was too stupid to understand it.

"-do today?" He heard from the Dr. really wishing he'd heard the beginning.

"I wasn't told, no." The guard responded.

"Since the two animals won't seem to copulate on their own, we have to give them a reason to." The Dr. said as he brought a red liquid filled syringe into Harry's field of vision. What was copulate? Why did they want him and the alpha to do it? "Tell me, Mr. Hanson, what causes dogs to breed?"

"Sex?" The guard, Mr. Hanson, responded.

"And why do they have sex?" The Dr. said as he prepped the syringe. Removing the air from the tube.

"'Cause the bitch goes in heat?" Mr. Hanson answered.

"I knew you were a smart one!" The Dr. said with a smirk. "This here will create a natural recurring cycle that imitates the heat period. This one already has a natural uterus. We're just pushing things in the right direction." Harry remembered what Aunt Marge used to say. If there's something wrong with the bitch, there's something wrong with the pup. Did they want him to have puppies? He wasn't a dog. "When this is injected, I'll need a semen sample. I'll be comparing the Alpha and the Submissive." The Dr. said as he sharply jabbed the needle into Harry's thigh.

Harry couldn't help the wine that escaped him as he pushed the red liquid inside him he could feel it burning, and spreading like wildfire. Liquid fire was flying through his whole body. He couldn't focus past the fire. It was so hot!

He could slowly feel it fading a fraction, but with the intense magma leaving his veins he felt a severe pressure in his crotch. Which was now the major source of the burn. Pulling on the chain above him he felt his hips rise up in the seat, only to be restrained by the strap around his stomach. With the slowly fading mind fog, Harry noticed the guard was staring at him like he'd just won a trophy. Why?

Harry didn't see the man's hand move until he felt a finger tracing the length of his penis. Again his hips arched against his will. "P-PLEASE!" Harry yelled, his voice cracking from a long time of disuse. His head rolled back against the chair when the finger returned for a second seductive pet, this time with a little flick at the end. Why was he begging this man? How were they making him feel like it was heaven and hell at the same time?

The Dr. and the Mr. Hanson were talking, but he couldn't hear a word as Mr. Hanson had his hand grasping his full penis just at that moment. Harry screamed as the man squeezed, making the heat 10 times more worse. When Mr. Hanson took his thumb and slid it across the hole that was now leaking liquid he was pretty sure he almost passed out. He could feel a solid object placed at the end of his penis right before Mr. Hanson started pumping his hand up and down. Up and down. Again a low keening sound escaped him. Why was he doing this? It felt so good, but it burned so bad!

The tight pressure in his crotch was increasing. His breath coming in short puffs. He hadn't been looking at Mr. Hanson since he'd touched his hole. His head too far rolled back. He could feel his eyes rolling into his head as the pressure in his crotch became unbearable. Pulling on the chains again a scream ripped through his mouth as his body was shook with a large convulsion. He now lay limp on the chair. His breath coming in gasps.

Harry didn't remember being dragged back through the halls. Or the turns they took. Too consumed by the increasing return of the heat in his veins that was spreading straight to his Crotch again. He couldn't do that again! Why hadn't the heat gone away?

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Logan had woken some time ago to find they'd taken the runt. He'd obviously thought too soon, because they were now starting with they're tests. Why only take one of them though?

Hearing the door open again, Logan didn't bother moving. He didn't fancy another round with those tranquilizers that were now directed right at him.

They threw the runt in, very lazily, and slammed the heavy metal door behind them. At first he didn't notice it, the reason the runt was letting soft wines out on the floor. Then as soon as he caught a sniff of the pheromones he could feel Wolverine battling to claim the submissive.

Logan slowly stood, fully intent on going further from the kid, but he found himself frozen on the spot. The longer he stood there just soaking in the smell, the more prominent he could feel Wolverine becoming. Before he realized what he was doing, Logan marched towards the submissive and flipped the kid on his back to get a look at him. See how he was fairing. The moment his blue eyes met green, he felt all his control had gone.

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Wolverine slowly knelt on hands and knees ontop of the submissive. Not wanting to scare him with his approach. When the kid let out a low wine, he began running his tongue across the other one's torso. The kids hands grabbing two fists of his hair, causing him to growl as he bit the next spot instead of licked.

Wolverine could smell a human on his mate. He didn't like that. He didn't like that at all.

His licks dove lower upon the torso as the smell became stronger. It was still there. Slowly he completely laid his sent across the kids entire waist with his tongue. Still, the invading smell was still there. Growling in annoyance, Wolverine moved lower. His hands grasping the younger one's thighs. Now coming face to face with the damned rotten smell that had invaded HIS mate. In the back of his mind, Logan knew what this meant. Wolverine however, just moved on with marking what was his. His tongue coming out and lathering the tip of his mates erect penis. Wolverine smirking when the kid keened again.

Growling again, Wolverine began licking the base of his mates penis, slowly making his way up. The offending smell was pretty much smothered in his sent, but it was still there. This time when he came for the offending member, he engulfed the entire thing in his mouth. Humming in the back of his throat as he thought that he'd smartly tackled the stupid human. Wolverine kept his mouth over his mates penis for a while, sucking as he felt the kid pull his hair harder. Bobbing his head as he sucked.

Wolverine released the swollen penis with one last lick to the leaking tip. Before he knew it, the kids legs were thrown over his shoulders and he was again licking the smaller feral's chest.

Logan had learned years ago that Wolverine was not the best part of him to be in charge while having sex. His feral side made it all about possession and barely focused on the actual sex part of it, but as he watched through the usual out of body experience he had while Wolverine was in charge, he was shocked to admit he might actually be doing something this time.

Beginning to slowly thrust into the younger feral, Wolverine would match the kid grunt for grunt. His powerful and efficient thrusts hitting the kids pleasure zone nearly every time. Also sending sparks in Wolverine's vision.

The kid still had a tight grasp of his hair, which wolverine had to admit, was a huge turn on. The tighter the kid pulled the harder he'd hit that spot. Sending the kids hips further into the air.

Wolverine soon could feel himself reaching his thresh hold as he began pounding rougher and faster with every thrust. The kid's eyes were now in the back of his sockets from the pleasure filling his nerves.

Bending lower, towards the kid, Wolverine prepared for the finale. His hot breathe ghosting across the young one's neck. As he felt his precious seed filling his mate, Wolverine laid his claim on his jugular at the same time. Breathlessly licking the blood that flowed from the marks.

As the larger feral collapsed to the side of the younger, Logan felt himself in control. "Holy fuck!" He exclaimed in exhaustion. He may be able to spontaneously heal, but it didn't mean his muscles didn't ache or tire.

"'m sorry." A small voice said beside him.

Before Logan could reply, he caught the sent of pheromones again. "For crying out loud!" He cried before he felt his mind shift again.

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A/N: Wow I was really gunning when I wrote this, because it's longer than my normal chapters! Yes yes, I know I have a shit ton of other stories to post on, but with FAMILY I am working on chapter 10 right now. So just have to slowly post the rest.