Chapter Text
One of the few benefits of agreeing to take the late shift was the ability to bend the rules of the lab to allow yourself a small snack without having to traipse to the staffroom. The chemical formulas which were flitting through the brightened screen before you were easy to ignore as you focus on popping another piece of fruit into your mouth.
The new metal polymers which you had created and placed in development were designed to have a tensile strength which was over a thousand times more potent than steel. The only problem that remained was preparing the copyright for the materials in the name of Oscorp, hence you had agreed to take the late shift and ensure that all the necessary information was encrypted and downloaded onto the secure servers.
Wiping the edge of your fingers on your jeans, you pause to adjust the hem of the thin, dark t-shirt which you had thrown on early in the morning. Completing the ensemble was a Oscorp-issued lab coat which all members of staff had to wear while working within the lab and the starchy fabric was comfortable against your skin as you lounged in your preferred seat before your workstation.
The flashing red of the clock to the side of your desk alerts you to the fact that it had just passed 2am and you stretch your arms overhead as you glanc up at the recently broken security camera. The fix was scheduled for the morning but that was long after your shift would end so you had designated it as a problem for someone else. The security turnover was scheduled for 3am but Davis was on tonight and it was common knowledge that he preferred to be home at 2am and would often leave early.
Besides, no one was foolish enough to try to steal from Oscorp.
A steady beeping from the monitor catches your attention as your gaze flicks back to the screen. The downloads were complete, and everything was now officially contained on a small memory disk which could be filed away in the depths of the most secure Oscorp basements, stored in locations which even you had no knowledge of.
Plucking the disk free of the computer, you place it into a protective case as an easy grin spreads its way across your lips. Satisfaction and pride swell in your gut as you address the small disk like an old friend.
“Not too bad, if I do say so myself.”
“I have to agree,” a looming voice called out from the darkened space at the back of the lab and you whirl around in open surprise to find that you are not alone as the voice continues, “and I can take it from here.”
The figure is slow to move but as two metal appendages break free of the darkness, they are quickly followed by another pair as they work in tandem to move the figure suspended between them. A sensation of pure panic jolts down your spine as you are confronted by the visage of former scientist and current super-criminal, Dr. Otto Octavious; better known as Doc Ock as the papers had long since dubbed him.
The metal of his tentacles glint in the low light of the lab and his dark slacks and black vest-top were mostly covered by a thick leather coat which was a little familiar as you had seen it many times on the evening news as the figure battled Spider Man and threw cars across streets as though they were little more than tennis balls.
Covering his eyes were the dark glasses which also featured as part of regular costume, rumoured to be necessary to protect his sensitive eyes from too much light, and his hands were also covered by leather gloves which hid his skin from view as he held out an expectant palm.
Your mouth hangs agape, too caught off guard to even yell, but adrenaline is quick to kick in as you snatch up the coffee mug from your desk and launch it in his direction. The throw is strong, but his tentacles are faster as one snaps forward to bat the mug away, sending it off to the side where it collides with the wall and smashes into tiny pieces with a resounding crack.
Undeterred, you pick up two of the trashy detective novels which you had been reading earlier in the day and proceed to throw those as well. The result is much the same as they are knocked away with little effort and a smirk curls at his lips at the admittedly pathetic efforts as his head tilts slightly.
“Come now, is such violence necessary.”
The realisation that you were physically powerless was like a wash of cold water and the stun lasts only a moment before you bolt. The exit is located to your right and your body breaks into an open sprint, breath coming in short bursts as the sound of metallic scraping alerts you to his movements behind you. Trying to flag down any security would be useless but if you could make it to the parking lot then you at least stood a chance of being able to escape using your car.
However, those dreams were cut short as a sudden grip around your ankle catches you mid-sprint and sends you clattering to the ground. The floor was hard beneath your body and the breath catches in your lungs as your chest takes the brunt of the force. Before you can even think, the grip on your ankle tightens and you glance back in time to see the tentacle before it pulls up and you find yourself hoisted suddenly into the air.
A short yelp escapes your lips as you are suspended in the air and your heart quickens as you find yourself brought face to face with Doctor Octopus himself. Even upside down, you can sense the amusement rolling off him in waves as he dangles you like a toy.
“Now, will you behave?”
The disorientation of your position is uncomfortable as the blood starts to rush to your head and creates a soft pounding which seems to mimic the beat of your heart. A tickle at your chin alerts you to the fact that your t-shirt has succumbed to gravity and is pooling around your armpits, exposing the black bra which you had elected to wear that morning.
Despite the roaring in your ears, a mild flush graces your cheeks as you struggle to move your weighted arms to pull it back down to cover yourself.
To your surprise, his lips purse for a moment and his head seems to tilt away from your body for a moment to allow you to fix yourself and you swear you catch a hint of embarrassment on his features as the tentacle lowers you to the ground. The move is slow and ensures that you have time to right your body as it is deposited on the flooring once more.
“I want the schematics for the metal polymer this department has been working on,” his voice is low and assured as his tentacles also lower him to the ground to allow him to stand on his own feet, “and access to the servers.”
Raising yourself to your feet, your legs are shaky for a moment before you steady yourself.
“I can’t access the servers.” You lie.
Moving quicker than you could have anticipated, his two upper tentacles snap forward and you gasp as they wrap around your upper arms to pin you into place. The coolness of the metal is clear, even through the fabrics of your t-shirt and lab coat and you shiver as you hope he buys your lies.
“You’re lying.” He states. “Oscorp would not allow an employee to work alone in such conditions without having certain accesses. There are protocols.”
“Oscor-”
“I created some of those protocols.” His tone lost some of its amusement and took on an almost chastising quality as he reminds you of who he was before his fall into criminality. “Surely a pretty young lady such as yourself remembers her training.”
The compliment did not go unnoticed and, despite your apprehension, you could not help the slight warmth that colours you at the words. Stuck before him, he stood a good few inches higher and his presence was almost overwhelming as the strength of his visibly thick body and clear confidence spoke of the power he held in this little exchange.
“Give me the codes.”
“I can’t. I’ll lose my job.”
A frown mars his face for a moment before it settles into a contemplative look.
“Loyal.” He nods, “I can appreciate that. But foolish. If you don’t give me the codes then I will take the disk and destroy everything else.”
“No!” The exclamation left your lips before you could stop it and his brow raises in response, “If I tell you the codes, will you leave my work alone?”
“So, you will betray Oscorp and give up the company to protect your work?”
Even through his dark glasses, you can feel the pierce of his stare and you meet his hidden gaze with a strange confidence.
“Yes.”
A soft hum escapes his lips as he contemplates your answer.
“Interesting. The codes?”
With only a little regret, you give him the codes and passwords necessary for him to access the server and watch with fascination as his two lower tentacles act independently of his body as they quickly type in the information necessary and start their own download.
His attention is still focused on you, and you squirm under his assessment until he finally speaks again.
“Your assistance in this matter is appreciated.”
“Go to hell.”
The retort is out before you can really consider it and regret washes through you at the easy disrespect, but it extinguishes quickly as he unleashes a soft laugh. The tentacles around your arm seem to loosen slightly as he ran a hand through his shock of brown hair, further messing up the loose strands.
“You’re spirited but foolish. Any sensible person would be cowering in fear, knowing who I am and what I have done. What I can do.”
His tone is conversational and, as the warmth of his voice washes over you, you can’t help your wandering mind as your eyes flit over his body. The leather jacket has fallen open more with his movements and it reveals his thick body; including the slight paunch of his gut as it sits over his waistband of his slacks. His tank top is covering the majority of his chest, but you can see the beginnings of his sparse chest hair as it pokes out from atop the dark material.
The roundness of his face is almost jovial as you flick your eyes across his jaw, focusing on his lips for a moment before pushing your eyes up. You wish his glasses were off so that you could see his expression, but your eyes continue up as they rove over the thick brown hair which sits messily atop his head with only the slightest flecks of grey peppering through it to show his age.
A frantic beeping from your workstation catches your attention and you pull your eyes from him with an embarrassed blink as you resign yourself to admitting that, yeah, he cut an attractive figure. The ease with which he was carrying himself plus the sheer masculine energy which was rolling off him in waves gave his figure an allure which was undeniable.
Focusing on his tentacles, you watch as they pack the information stolen from the computer, plus some documents which you had not seen them retrieving into a small, brown briefcase which would make their transportation much simpler. As much as you were still apprehensive, there was an echo of pride in your thoughts as you consider the fact that your work had been designated important enough to have warranted a theft from a known super-criminal.
Having gathered what he came for, a sense of uncertainty seemed to creep in the space between you as you remain in place, still pinned by his tentacles as he turns his head slightly to ensure that all of his newly acquired information is tucked away safely before turning back to you.
“Now,” one gloved hand came to rest on his hip as the other tapped at his exposed throat in a thoughtful gesture, “what is to be done with you?”
The fear which had been lurking below your bravado came back full force as you realise that if he chose to kill you then there was absolutely nothing which you could do to stop him. Your heart thuds in your chest as he moves closer to your position and the fingers which were tapping at his throat move to slip his sunglasses up, pushing them into his hairline and further displacing his hair.
His eyes were a deep brown, almost the same shade as his hair, and you found yourself unable to look away from them and the shockingly human warmth which was reflected within. They were stunning and that, combined with the uncertainty of the situation, made your breath hitch.
A gloved hand came to rest on your chin as it grips the skin there gently to tilt your head towards him as he contemplates his next move.
Maybe it was the soft leather of the glove or maybe it was the remnants of your earlier appreciation of his physical state, either way, the soft moan which escapes from your lips as he moves your head is utterly indisputable.
Surprise colours his face as his hand drops from your chin and fire flashes across your face as you tactfully avoid his gaze, instead finding interest in your shoes and how clean the floor looks beneath them. Embarrassment claws at your senses, and you wiggle against the tentacles which are still wrapped around your upper arms.
The heat curling in your gut betrays you and you bite at your lower lip to keep it from happening again.
His fingers again find their way to your chin and your head is tilted up until you can meet his expression. His face is now only a few inches from your own and there is a distinctly confused look in his eyes as his head cocks to the side, questioning your intentions. For lack of a better term, it was almost cute how uncertain he appeared to be and it was enough to encourage you to throw caution to the wind.
Screw it, you whisper within your mind as you push your head forward and close the gap between you, pressing your lips against his own and feeling the slight dryness there. It’s barely a kiss and yet he pulls back like your lips had scorched him and understanding alights in his eyes as he takes in the interest which must be reflected within your own.
You have the grace to look apologetic, but your verbal apology is cut off as you watch his shock slip into uncertainty for only a moment before his composure slips back into place like a mask as heat springs into his dark eyes and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
“Oh, I see.” He mutters and his gaze pierces your own as his gloved hands slip free of his pockets to curve around your hips, “You really are foolish.”
Any retort you could have made was cut off by the sudden assault of his lips upon your own as he took charge of your little exchange. His kiss is intense, the faint taste of smoke becoming clear against your tongue as he devoured you, and your groan is swallowed by him as his hands tighten against your hips and pull your body flush against him.
The heat of his body is immediate and consuming as the limited movement of your arms, the upper half still held in place by his tentacles, only allows you to slip your arms across his chest and press against the softness there as you grip his tank top in your hands.
With no effort at all, he continues your kiss as he pushes your body back until your upper half collides with the firmness of a nearby wall. The metal which had been wrapped around your arms releases you for only a moment before opening once again and planting themselves in the wall below your armpits, giving you a slight area to rest your arms as you continue to explore his covered chest.
With the new freedom, you move one of your hands up to loop one around the back of his head as your fingers delve into the surprising softness of his hair, pulling at some of the strands loosely as you rub your chest against his own.
He grunts slightly within your mouth as you tug at his hair, and he pulls free of your enough to nip at the side of your jaw as his chapped lips move down the side of your neck. Your hip is pressing against his groin, and you smile at the obvious hardness that you can feel confined there even you give a low whine as he kisses a particularly sensitive spot on the join between your neck and shoulder.
Your whine increases in volume as the warmth of his hands make themselves known against your bare stomach as he slips his hands up your t-shirt. Releasing his hair, you place your hand atop his and slip it up further so that his palm was resting over your right breast and you sigh as he takes the hint and tightens his grip, caressing the skin there in a none-too-soft grasp.
Following your lead, he continues to grope at your chest, and you moan in appreciation as your hands drop to the waistband of your jeans, fingers moving frantically as they struggle for a moment before releasing the button. Shuffling free of them, you can feel the growing wetness between your legs as your movements cause your thighs to rub together deliciously and the slight friction makes you bold as you slip your hands forward.
Ghosting across the prominent bulge at his groin, you feel his grip tighten almost painfully as he rolls your nipple between his calloused fingers but it is quick to pass as you unlatch his slacks and bring your hands back to his chest. Mimicking his movements, you pull at his tank top until it is freed from its tucked-in position and quickly delve your hands under the fabric.
His skin is hot below your touch and the roundness of his gut is soft beneath your fingertips as you stretch your hands up to his chest. The sparse chest hair tickles your fingers as your palms brush across his nipples and press at his chest, the skin soft and malleable below your grip as his teeth nip at your neck gently.
“Touch me.” You breath out, the words carrying across the near-silence of the lab and he grunts his acknowledgement as one of his hands disappears from your hips and places itself on your inner thigh.
Biting your lower lip, you hum out in appreciation as his hand lifts higher until the knuckles are brushing against the thin fabric of your panties and you cannot help but push down against him, encouraging him as he feels the willing moisture there.
“You’re certainly something, pet.” He growls out and the sudden change in tone makes fresh arousal spike through your gut as you curl your fingers into the soft skin of his chest again, nails no doubt leaving small crescent-shaped marks below the tank top as he continues, “It’s been a while.”
Not entirely certain if he’s speaking to you or himself, your musings are cut short as he slips two fingers past your panties are strokes a line across your slit before thrusting one finger within you. A squeal speaks past your lips, and he hesitates as his head removes itself from your neck to look you in the face once again, but his examination is interrupted as you catch his lips in your own as you grind your sex into his hand.
His fingers were thick and the stretch of them as he inserted a second one within your soaked core took your breath away. The pleasure from his ministrations was delightful and your body jerks in position every time his thumb grazes over your clit, the sensitive nub sending bolts of almost painful arousal through you as his fingers work themselves into a pleasant rhythm.
The tentacles below your armpits never waiver in their support and you find yourself clutching onto one of them as your other hand pulls at the fabric of his tank top with little care for the material as it is bunched beneath your grip.
Your orgasm catches you off-guard as his rhythm picks up pace quickly and his thumb comes to rest atop your aching clit as it rubs small circles around the sensitive nub. You cover your guttural groans by biting into the side of your hand as you press down into his talented hand, his digits slick with your arousal as you allow yourself to enjoy the waves of pleasure which were making your legs tremble as you rest your weight on his tentacles.
Relaxing your breathing, a sense of determination grips you as you meet his eyes and see the open lust which was affecting the warmth there, stoking it into pure heat. Stretching your hands down, you slip one hand within his slacks and past the waistband of his underwear. His pubic hair brushes your hand as you wrap your fingers around his hard length, pulling it free of its confines.
His gasp is offset by a heavy grunt as you run your hand along his cock, and glancing down, you are not too surprised to see that the thickness of his body extends to all parts of him. While not the longest you had even seen, it counted among the thickest and your mouth waters as you can imagine how it is going to feel.
“I want you to fuck me,” the words are muttered but certain as you stroke him with one hand, spreading the small bead of pre-cum at his tip to make your movements smoother, “and I want you to do it right here.”
His breathing is as hard as your own as he bucks slightly into your willing hand and his voice is hoarse as he responds.
“Very needy, pet, but as you wish.”
One of his tentacles springs to life and he issues a soft chuckle at your flinch, but the tentacle does little more than dip into the rear pockets of his leather jacket and pull free something that looks suspiciously like his wallet. It is hard to make out in the dim light of the room, but his hand disappears from your core as it holds out an expectant palm and the tentacle drops something small within it.
Glancing at his hand, you cannot help your look of surprise as you take in the condom wrapper which now lay in his palm. Bringing it quickly to his teeth, he rips the package open and pulls free the contents as you release him for long enough to allow him to roll it over his hard length.
Using his mild distraction, you take this opportunity to hook your fingers within your panties and pull them down past your thighs, allowing them to fall to the floor as you step out of the thin cotton.
You choose to view it as a thoughtful gesture and, even through your lustful haze, you feel a little foolish for having not even considered such things since he was a man like any other.
Well, almost.
His hands were quick to return to your waist as he lifts you from the ground slightly. The sudden show of physicality makes your breath catch in your throat and you groan in appreciation as you wrap your legs around his thick body; the tentacles giving your arms somewhere to balance your weight as you shudder in anticipation.
“Do it.” You groan, teasing his tip with your core as you push down to meet him.
Not needing to be told twice, he has the audacity to even give you a small, almost imperceptible wink as he tightens his grip of your hips and slams into you, the force of his thrust burying him fully as you unleash a small scream at the sudden onslaught.
It is everything you thought it would be and more as his thick length stretches you in the most delicious way, adding only a hint of discomfort to your pleasure as he starts to build up a rhythm within you. Each stroke sets your sense alight as he seems to brush your the most sensitive spots with no effort and your fingers curl against the leather of his coat as you pull him flush against your covered chest.
Despite the speed and quick rhythm of his thrusts, there is a gentleness there which surprises you as his hands are firm against your body but not punishing as you push back to meet his snapping hips. Your core is already sensitive from his talented fingers, and it doesn’t take much to bring you close to the edge again as the muscles in your legs flex and your fingers claw against him with a desperate edge.
His breathing is coming in short, sharp bursts as he continues to bury himself within you and he is vocal in his enjoyment as low grunts and moans spill from his lips; every sound making more pleasure swim through you at his obvious enjoyment of your body. A thin sheet of sweat is covering his forehead and you can smell the scent of sex and sweat in the air, only tinged by the leather of his coat.
The trembling of your thighs increases as you approach your peak and incoherent pleas spill from your lips as the tight band of arousal which had been building with your core snaps as you come. Heels digging into his lower back, you force him forward an inch as your head jerks forward to catch his lips in your own once again. The spasming of your walls around him as you devour his mouth seems to be enough to push him over the edge and he pushes himself in fully, his hands gripping tightly onto your hips as he pins you in position.
You can feel his cock twitch within you but his release is captured by the condom even as you squeeze around him, pulling him deeper as you ride out your orgasm around his thick length. Beneath your grip you can feel his body shuddering and whatever noises he was making are caught by your lips as your heels force his body flush against your own.
Remaining that way for a solid moment, you pull away to allow him to catch his breath as you struggle to control your own. Head swimming, you shake it slightly to right yourself as a satisfied smile crawls it way onto your lips and you unhook your legs from his waist and drop them steadily to the floor.
His movements were slow as one of his tentacles extended behind his body, moving towards your workstation as they deftly clutched something within their pincers and brought it before your eyes.
It was a box of tissues.
Plucking the box from the tentacle, you pry free a handful of tissues and use them to wipe at the mess between your legs as the man who inspired it carefully removed the condom from his own wilting length. His fingers reach out to pluck free a tissue as he tucked himself back within his slacks and deposited the used condom within the soft tissue, deftly wrapping it up before dropping it in a nearby wastepaper bin which was bolted down by the wall.
Your used tissues follow his own and as you move to bend down and pick up your panties and jeans, the tentacles below your armpits pull free of their position and the unexpected move makes you stumble forward. His hands are quick to grasp at your upper arms, keeping you from falling on your face but the sensation of his hands over the area where his tentacles had earlier gripped you made a low hiss of pain escape your throat.
“Did we hurt you?” His tone is hoarser than earlier but there is a sincerity in the words that makes you quick to refute his question.
“No.” You lie, “I just bruise easily.”
Even through the post-coital flush of his cheeks, you can see the disbelief which is playing in his eyes, but he accepts your answer for what it is.
“Hrm,” he made a noise in his throat, “regardless, this was an unexpected encounter. I appreciate both your help and,” he pauses to consider his words as you pull your jeans back on, “your time this evening. But I am curious what you will tell those who come to investigate my crime.”
“The truth.” Running a hand through the mess that was once your styled hair, you fix him with a challenging gaze which you can see spark fresh amusement in his expression, “That you appeared, held me captive while you stole what you needed and left. I have no idea how you gained the codes since you already had them.”
His laugh rings out across the quiet lab and there is genuine mirth in his tone as he took a step away from your position; all four of his tentacles following suit as they curl behind their master in a practised formation.
“You are good; not only were you able to create these wonderful metal polymers that I will be testing out within my own work, but you were able to distract a known criminal long enough to survive his madness.”
The praise was freely offered, and you accept it with pride.
Criminal or not, Doctor Otto Octavius was one of the leading scientific minds of his generation and his appreciation of brilliance had preceded him long before his descent into criminality.
“Maybe our paths will cross again.”
Having moved away from you as he spoke, he again offers a sly wink before pulling his dark glasses back over his eyes and disappearing into the shadows at the back of the lab, no doubt using the door there for a swift exit.
Now alone in the lab once more, an overwhelming flood of emotions ricocheted through you as you replay the events of the evening in your mind. Surprisingly, regret was not amongst them even as you press your thighs together and feel the pleasant ache that remained there.
Eyes dipping to the basket which held the evidence of your clandestine meeting with a wanted super-criminal, you make a quick note to carry the garbage out yourself to prevent any strange discoveries by whoever was landed with the morning shift.
Maybe our paths will cross again.
Standing in the silence of the lab and still enjoying the post-orgasmic glow that you had not experiences for a while, you truly hoped so.