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"Hold it right there, Otto."
So familiar with your games already, Otto didn't bother turning around to look for you. You dropped your camouflage and materialized out of the shadows of the lab, glancing between him and the storage container he was trying to crack. "I thought you were into physics, not chemistry."
"Carrying half a ton of metal on your back is a lot of work," he explained over his shoulder, not bothering to stop his crime even in the middle of being thwarted. "Their weight will be impossible for my body to support long term, and I believe Oscorp's physical enhancement drugs can help with that."
You grimaced as he continued to try and disable the magnetic locks on the cabinet. Yes, technically a crime, but also a much more sensible one than his usual shenanigans. That, and it was hard to think of Otto in an increasing amount of pain from the harness fused to his body. You shook your head, trying to harden your resolve. "That, or we can remove them surgically and you can go back to being normal."
All of his actuators spread open and hissed, and Otto finally turned towards you. His glasses were pressed up into his hair, his shirt was missing (as he liked to do sometimes, for reasons you could neither fathom nor complain about) and he wore a crooked smile on his lips. "Considering these make up half of my life's work...I don't think so."
You could sense his hostility rising, tentacles slowly moving into offensive positions. Your abilities were more suited to sneaking than fighting, so you tried to diffuse by raising your hands and taking a step back. "Look, I let you get away last time, did I not?"
Otto hummed. "I seem to remember it a little differently."
You shrugged and wiggled your hand noncommittally. "I could've stopped you if I wanted. Look, Harry keeps me around here specifically for you, Otto, and if I let you get away too much, then I'm out of a job. So..." you gestured towards the window he obviously entered through, still wide open. "Shoo."
Otto glanced at the window and back to you, eyebrow quirked. "Or else what?"
Your only shot was to act before he attacked first. Without answering you stepped back again and activated your camouflage, becoming effectively invisible. Otto shot an actuator forth and you dodged it, moving silently as possible behind vats of various chemicals and filing cabinets full of testing materials. You could see Otto through the cracks between machines, eyes scanning his surroundings like a hawk for the slightest tell to your location. You snagged a pen and tossed it back in the direction you came, and in an instant two actuators surged the spot, large needles unsheathing from the center of their claws.
"You wanna play games?" he asked, sly, patient. You continued to sneak around the edges of the lab, hoping to get a chance at his back, one he seemed adamant not to give you. By now he was smart enough to keep on his toes, never facing one direction for more than a few seconds. "You get one little freebie, one sneak attack, and then I get my hands on you. Is that what you want?"
Maybe. You bit your lip, trying to hold your laughter in your throat. You knew you had a little crush on the Doctor, but you were also smart enough to keep that part of your brain far separated from work. Except for when he hit you with unexpected innuendos, apparently. You grabbed and tossed a stray test tube, and this time his actuator snapped up and crushed it in mid air. “Don’t waste my time, unless you wanna lose more than a job.”
You stepped back in front of the line of vats, right in front of one filled to the brim with a clear, foamy liquid. You were closing in on him, but with nothing else in your way you would just have to charge forward when he turned his back and hope you were quiet enough to get the drop on him. Then, just as he said, your element of surprise would be lost, and Otto would have his hands on you.
Whatever subconscious noise you made at the thought of it, it was enough to make Otto whip around and send an actuator flying towards you. You dove to the floor last second, his claw instead puncturing the reinforced glass of the vat and sending a wave of repulsively fragrant liquid cascading over your body. Your camouflage dropped as the mixture drenched you, and in an instant you felt hands lifting your shoulders and wiping your freshly-soaked hair from your face.
“Are you okay?” he asked, covering his mouth once he had you up. You knew why instantly, the smell in the room had become insanely oppressive, and it was wafting off of you in waves. Somewhat still coherent, you tried to take a weak swing at Otto.
“Look what you did,” you whined, your voice only a weak echo of the authoritative “chief of security” tone you took before. Otto’s little act had dropped too, because he hooked his hands under your armpits and lifted you up.
“Let’s step out,” he coughed. He pushed you both out into the hallway, almost instantly stumbling into you as you both got hit with a wave of fresh air. You fell to your hands and knees, coughing out whatever liquid had gotten into your mouth and wiping the excess off your face. The smell was strong, but no artificial candle scent could accurately describe the aroma. It wasn’t fruity, floral or woodsy, but rather balmy and natural, and the longer you inhaled, the more you realized that once you weren’t in a pungent cloud of it, it smelled incredibly good.
“Otto,” you muttered, looking over your shoulder. While not as drenched as you Otto had gotten fairly wet himself, and he seemed to be on the same train of thought as you. You both made eye contact, and you felt your entire body tingle.
“What was that chemical?” he asked, voice dropping into a low purr that made your breath hitch.
“No idea,” you admitted, “Smells good though.”
One of Otto’s actuators circled around him, stealing his attention away from you with a chirp. You watched as the two had a silent conversation, Otto’s lips pressed together and the actuator’s claw rotating slowly. After a few moments he hummed in understanding and looked back down at you. “It’s not the chemical you’re smelling, it’s me.”
You chuckled, daring to take another inhale that tickled your senses so well it made your eyes roll back in your head for a second, your body getting lighter and warmer by the second. “You didn’t smell this good before.”
He knelt in front of you, his breathing starting to grow heavy. His glasses finally began to slide from their perch so he pulled them off and handed them to one of his tentacles. “From what we gather, this compound enhances a person’s natural pheromones. You’re smelling mine, and I’m smelling yours.”
You smiled up at him, thoughts about your job and the chemical leak in the lab fading into the haze that was your mental state. He reacted to your smile by biting his lip, and you watched as once again his actuators forced themselves into his view and clicked. Otto flinched. “Yes, yes, the enhancers.”
The enhancers. He wasn’t supposed to have those. Though your thoughts were quickly drifting into pleasant nonsense, you still pushed yourself to a stand. “Not…uh, no!”
Otto stared at you as you stood, clearly holding back whatever he had to say. At the same time, his actuators were slowly getting more agitated; not at you, but at the very man they were attached to. The way he looked at you while they tried to pull him back towards the lab, completely ignoring their call, was electrifying. After a moment of heated eye contact, they finally lowered him to his feet and took a new approach: Springing for you.
“Uh!” you gasped as two tentacles snagged your upper arms, pulling you right into Otto’s bare chest. He looked just as surprised as you, your blush mirroring one another as the tentacles wrapped themselves around the both of you snugly, and his wonderful scent completely engulfed you. One small shift, and the red on your cheeks only deepened with the realization that Otto was unmistakably hard. “Doc?”
“I’m…” he looked down, confused and embarrassed himself. His tentacles coiling around you was one thing, but trapping him in an embrace with you? You could tell from his expression that this one was the AI’s idea. “…distracted.”
Your eyes met again. Interesting circumstances aside, you had dreamed of pressing up against this man more times than you cared to admit, and that desire was only amplified by feeling against your lower stomach how much he wanted the exact same thing. You pressed your hips more firmly up to his, and his breath catching was all you needed to finally admit what you’d been holding in since you first met the man. “Otto, I—I want you.”
You could see his pupils dilate even further, how his lips curled just the slightest bit at your admission before he shook it off. “The pheromones are obscuring your judgment.”
“No, Otto,” you begged, squeezing your arms out from the actuators hold and cupping his cheeks. Another deep inhale, and you continued. “This isn’t the chemical. I’ve wanted you since I met you.”
Instantly his hesitation vanished into thin air. The actuators loosened enough for Otto to free his own arms, slide his fingers through your hair, and bring his lips to meet yours. From the moment they touched there was no awkwardness, no first kiss jitters; just a complete nosedive into aphrodisia, two enemies hungrily pawing at one another trying to fit over a months worth of secret pining into a single heated kiss. When you broke apart to gasp for air it only served to fill you both with one another’s scent, driving you like addicts to each other’s lips once more.
Otto’s tentacles released their hold on you, but the same couldn’t be said for Otto himself, using both his hands to guide you back to the wall and maneuver your legs around his waist. One metal arm tucked beneath your rump to hold you up, and with his human hands free Otto let them trail to the bottom of your shirt and creep underneath. You broke the kiss to gasp, arching into his touch as his fingers trailed up to your chest and pushed your sports bra up over your chest with no resistance. His touch was decisive, carefully watching your reactions as he dragged his fingers through the pheromone compound pooled in your collarbone and brought it down to your chest, where he slowly massaged it into your skin. You reached up to tug on his hair, and he leaned in for another heavy kiss.
Otto kept you at your wits end. His kisses stole away your breath and your capacity to think, gloved hands kneading your breasts and toying with your nipples. You broke off for air again, and Otto lifted your shirt and bra up to your shoulders so he could press his naked chest against yours. The contrast of cool metal against your skin had you moaning into the next kiss, squeezing your thighs around his waist and pressing yourself desperately against his body. You barely paid attention to the door banging behind him, but then Otto is picking you up, moving you with haste into the laboratory storage room. Just beside the door is the supply managers desk, where Otto sets you down and embraces you again without a second to waste.
“Had I known,” he whispered against your lips, “we would’ve been doing this a lot sooner.”
Normally you’d have a smart-ass remark down the pipe, but for the moment all your lust-addled brain wanted was to get the rest of your clothes off. Together you and Otto achieved that, trench coat, shirt, two pairs of pants and underwear all quickly making their way to the floor, while you both took turns feeling up the newly exposed skin. Otto’s fingers made their way between your legs, chuckling after feeling how completely soaked you were. “Eager, buttercup?”
“Please don’t tease me,” you begged, reaching down and taking his stiff cock in your hand. He huffed, but followed your lead as you guided him between your legs, laying flat on your back and spreading your legs out on either side of him. He positioned his hands on either side of your head, and you melted as he met your eyes, pupils blown wide and barely containing himself. He finally pushed inside of you, lips trembling as he struggled to keep eye contact the deeper he got. It was no easier for you, fingers and toes all curling as he stretched you inch by blissful inch. Once he bottomed out inside of you he let his head fall forward, sighing wistfully.
“You feel amazing,” he whispered, taking a second more to relish in the feel of you before he began to move. Before long he got to his elbows and lowered his body closer to yours, allowing you to take deep inhales of his scent while he stole brief sniffs from your hair and pressed his lips against yours again and again and again. Your orgasm was sneaking up on you alarmingly quickly, spurring you to warn him in a high-pitched squeal.
“O-Otto, I’m cum—hahhhh,” you wheezed as Otto sunk his teeth into your neck, pressing deep indents into your skin and running them over with his tongue. You unraveled in that instant, your cunt tightening around him while you devolved into an unending, breathless stream of, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming—“
Otto sped up, a feral growl ripped from his throat as your walls spasmed and squeezed his thick cock. You repeated your mantra quietly in his ear, squeezing your legs around his midsection and pulling yourself up on his cock. As your orgasm began to die down and the next one began building, you changed your mindless chant: “Otto, Otto cum in me, cum in me, please—“
“Fuck.” He nudged his head against yours, breath hot over your ear. “Don’t do that.”
“Otto please I need you to cum in me—“
“Don’t,” he warned, but his breath hitched and he grabbed you by the waist, his complaint disintegrating into a deep sigh as he granted you your wish. Chests pressed together, you locked your legs around his waist and pulled him in as deep as he could, tongue poking over your lip as your shamelessly savored the warmth pooling in your gut. Finally, for a moment you felt like you could think clearly, staring blearily at the ceiling while you ran your fingernails idly over Otto’s back. After a moment he pushed himself back up to his elbows, and even as he struggled to catch his breath you could see his pupils were still swollen.
“Does Oscorp do stamina enhancers, by any chance?”