Things weren't going quite according to plan.

Francis sat on the old, worn wheelie chair parked next to the monitors and screens that decorated the majority of the room, leaning against the table with his chin in his hands. Each screen was synced to the camera's hidden in the cells of his patients and gave him a clear view of everything little thing they did.

For the moment, he only had eyes for the screen in front of him. The cell is kept track of was a tad larger than the others, commonly referred to as the Mating Room, due to all the heats and ruts the interior has seen. He knew many of the guards liked to sneak in here during omega heats to get a peak and relieve themselves, as long as they had some cash to cough up, or if certain people owed them a favor.

Francis would stop their exploits, only he didn't necessarily care. If they wanted to masturbate to a screen, he wasn't going to stop them so long as they cleaned up once they were done. It was the least he could do since they weren't allowed to touch any of his patients, particularly the omegas, without distinct permission.

Francis scoffed into his hands. Omegas, he thought, bemused. What strange creatures.

Or, at least, one in particular.

Spider-Man.

Or Peter Parker, now that Francis swept a few systems and looked the man up online. Relatively unimpressive if you didn't know he owned a specific pair of red and blue tights. College student. Interned a few times at Stark Industries and Oscorp. Photographer for the Daily Bugle. The fact that he took pictures of himself and sold them to a news outlet was astounding. He was okay, as far as looks went. He had a bit more meat on him than Francis was used to. His features weren't as soft or alluring as all the other omegas he'd brought in, especially when he was sneering the way he did.

Francis figured the omega could probably make more money selling pictures online, to alphas looking for a little eye candy to leer at while they jacked off. His features weren't exactly beautiful, but he had a nice body if that was what you were into. But that was just his opinion.

Peter Parker was, by far, the strangest omega he's seen so far. He had that usual bout of defiance that every omega played with before they submitted, as they were supposed to. But he never did. No matter how many times the tried, Parker never bent the knee. Strange. Truly strange.

Not even the most intimidating, dangerous alpha he had could make him fall in line. Then again, he supposed Wade Wilson never really tried. In fact, it almost seemed like the other way around, with Wade bending the knee and Peter calling the shots.

Francis shook his head. The man couldn't grow a pair of balls and take what Francis was offering. Wilson hadn't seen or touched an omega for months. Coming close to a year now. Every time his rut came around, he was forced to handle it himself, but the moment Francis gave him something to play with, he didn't take it. What a dick.

Peter was only getting more and more fired up. In fact, he almost seemed to be sparking something back in Wade. An old fire Francis had watched sputter and flicker throughout his time there. Wilson still jested and joked, but there wasn't as much heart behind it. But now...

"Why don't you just keep him sedated when you toss im' in there?" Angel Dust asked, nodding toward the camera as she came up behind him.

Francis glanced at her over his shoulder but returned his attention to the cameras. Not even sticking them together while in heat and rut was enough to get them to seal the deal. Peter could make quite a few powerful babies with Wade if they just fucked and got it over with. But no, they just had to make it hard.

He glowered as Peter sagged down in the mattress. His heat was coming to a close, same with Wilson's rut, and nothing beneficial had happened. All they had done was banter and joke, and never once had they made a move to spend their heat/rut together. Really together.

Why didn't he just sedated Parker and let the alphas take him? There were plenty of them with powerful abilities that he could use, and Parker, even with all his powers, couldn't fight them off if Francis's drug was in his system. It'd be easy.

The alpha would knot him, bite him, connecting them, give Francis some new little patients to use, then Francis could give him to someone else and it'd repeat. It seemed flawless and a hell of a lot more beneficial than waiting for Wilson to grow a pair and take care of business.

But...

He watched as Wade lumbered across the cell and joined Peter on the mattress. Peter wrapped his arms around him from behind and Wade used his arm as a pillow, and they lay there. Snuggling.

"No," Francis said, a smile creeping up his face, "It's working."

"They hadn't even fucked yet," Angel Dust argued, twisting the match stick around in her mouth. "If anything, he's just riling that bastard up. The last thing we need is fucking Deadpool going on a rampage again."

Francis swiveled around in the chair and gestured to the screen, "Really? Look at this? What do you see?"

Angel Dust squinted and leaned down, observing the two with an unimpressed lift of her eyebrows. "A couple of pansies snuggling, why?"

"Exactly," Francis turned back toward the screen, leaned back in his chair, and smirked. "Wilson's a bastard, but he has a flaw."

"What? His stupidity? The fact that he's an ugly motherfucker with the personality of a loud brick?"

"That and the fact that he cares. He may kill and maim as many people as I could count, but when it comes to someone in need, he can't help himself. Besides, it looks like he's more than just protective. He's getting attached. We may not have broken Parker yet, but we can ensure Wilson's complete obedience once and for all."

Angel Dusts' eyes widened and she leaned back, nodding slowly. "You wanna use Spider-Man against him?"

Francis nodded. "It might fire him up for a while, but as soon as we show him that we mean business, he'll fall in line."

"And how do you expect him to do that?"

"By breaking Parker. Show him what'll happen to his precious little omega when he doesn't listen. Whether they've knotted or not, Wilson thinks of him as his omega. Any alpha in his position, would. I was thinking we could torture Parker in front of him. Maybe bind him and let one of the alphas take him with Wilson watching."

Angel Dust nodded appreciatively, "That'd definitely rile Deadpool up. There's a chance it'd make him go on a bloody rage, but it also might simmer im' down. It's a risky move, Ajax, but," her lips twisted into a disgusting grin, "so long as I get to watch that Spider-bitch get fucked like he needs to be, I'm with ya."

Francis laughed, "Of course, you can get a front-row seat. Parker is a bit of a bitch, isn't he?"

"A bitch with a bark and bite," she admitted, "Can't wait to see him bow his head. That'll be the fucking day."

"It'll make my job easier, that's for sure."

Francis sighed, arms folding across his stomach as he tipped back in the chair. "That serum I've been working. I think it's finally ready to be tested."

Angel Dust flickered her gaze between her boss and the screen. "You wanna-"

"Use it on them? Definitely. Whatever it takes to break them as fast and efficiently as possible."

"When do you wanna do it?"

He pursed his lips. "Soon," he decided after a moment of thought, "I'll give them a few days to store up on hormones and pheromones. Maybe a week."

"I'll get everybody ready. It's bound to be a show."

Francis nodded and listened as she retreated to the door and left. He watched his two patients snuggle closer and sneered at them. "Calming goats," he chuckled, "Fight fire with fire, and they'll burn themselves out. Checkmate, Wilson. We'll see you two lovebirds in a week."

One more chapter? Who said that? An idiot said that.

NOW there will only be one chapter left *nervous laugh*.

Okay, there MIGHT be two chapters. There is a somewhat high probability that his story will expand past two more chapters. IDK anymore, this thing is running away from me.

Don't expect a full-out story. Maybe an extra long ficlet? It definitely should've be past 10 chapters. Definitely not.

Anyway, lesson of this chapter, Ajax and Angel Dust, and basically all of Weapon X, can go screw themselves cause they're all terrible.

See ya next chapter! :D

-OfficialUSMWriter out!