Lab Rats Ethan Novels & Stories

Leah: (half a laugh, tired) “We make a good team.” Ethan: (quiet, warm) “We do. Better than good.” The lab hummed. Machines talked in tiny beeps. The storm made everything feel private, like the world had paused so they could hear themselves. Ethan: (standing, stretching) “I could get used to this. Working late, no distractions. Just… focus.” Leah: (soft) “Me too.” He moved closer, carrying two steaming mugs. The steam curled up and disappeared under the lab lights.

Liana’s POV I’m warm. Comfortable. There is something soft beneath me. I smell woodsmoke and books. Male voices drift into my consciousness, but I keep my eyes shut, savoring the safety that cocoons me. “How did you get away from my brother, anyway?” Ethan’s voice is quiet, as if he doesn’t want to wake me. “I’ve been ingesting small doses of wolfsbane for years,” says Blake—nonchalant. “If a wolf takes a bite out of me, it ends worse for them.”

“Today, we’re testing dosage precision and drug reaction stability. You’ve all studied the reaction between the two compounds. This is where theory meets control. Don’t blow up my lab.” A few students laughed. I smiled faintly and turned to my partner, Ethan—a quiet gamma who didn’t talk much, but was sharp and quick with his hands. We exchanged a knowing look before diving in. The experiment was simple enough on paper—measure the correct ratio between the base compound and the catalyst to create a stable restorative serum. But one wrong measurement, one drop too much of the catalyst, and it would destabilize—fizzing, smoking, sometimes even combusting.

I continue to fuck into him, battering his inside with my cum which is dripping out of him, mixing with the slick he is producing and it is sending me on clouds, delivering devastating ecstasy signal in my brain, making it mush. Hours passed by and I didn’t notice until Ethan fainted under me, he had gone numb.

He closed the door with a gentle yet hatred-filled jerk. He could not allow this. The thought of his father breathing in the scent of Aurora's hair all night long made Ethan feel like destroying everything around him. He returned to his room, opened a secret drawer inside his vanity, and took out a small bottle containing a clear liquid. It was a mild dose of liquid sedative that he usually used when experiencing acute insomnia—safe, yet capable of plunging someone into a deep darkness of sleep for hours.

She knew exactly what kind of night this was. “Office,” Ethan said. Victor followed without a word. The door locked behind them. The sounds of the bar dulled to a low throb through the walls, music, laughter, clinking ice. Safe distance. Ethan dropped into the chair behind the desk. Victor leaned against the edge, arms crossed, watching him. The room smelled faintly of sex from earlier, Remy’s perfume, Ethan’s release. Neither mentioned it. Ethan reached into the bottom drawer, pulled out a small mirrored tray, a razor blade, and a tiny plastic baggie of fine white powder. He tapped out two generous lines with practiced ease. The mirror caught the overhead light, throwing sharp reflections a