Robert "Rem" Remington, new recruit to Xavier's Institute.

For as long as I could remember something had been strange about me, my parents knew that too. I would constantly hear voices that weren't mine in my head, and I had no way to turn it off. After a while, my loving family confined me into a mental institution. I was thrown in a room and pumped full of **** day in and day out, confined in a straightjacket like some lunatic, which I was starting to think I actually was. The voices never stopped. They were too faint and moved through my mind quickly to understand, but I was able to gather the intent. Pity, disdain, fear. That's what I was constantly bombarded with as I sat alone in my padded room, crying my voice hoarse.

Eventually, a new sensation came to me. Two new ones, understanding and hope. They came from separate voices. I opened my eyes, just in time to see the door open to my room, and two people walked in. A well-dressed bald man in a wheelchair and a tall beautiful red-head. As someone who was shipped off to this institution before starting high school, I couldn't help but admire the fullness of her figure. The things I would like to do to her.

The man in the wheelchair raised an eyebrow and the woman's face turned as red as her hair.

She cleared her throat (I wonder if she's into ****), "Can you please stop broadcasting your thoughts so loudly?"

My head tilted to the side in confusion.

The man's eyebrow rose to join the other, "Robert, do you-"

"Rem." I corrected, being the first thing I had said in years, my voice was scratchy.

He didn't seem annoyed at me interruption as he smiled kindly, "Apologies. Rem. Rem, do you know what a telepath is?"

I shook my head.

The goddess, Jean, my mind supplied me, seemed to recover her composure, "A telepath is someone who can hear the thoughts of other people. It tends to create a lot of psychic noise in their brain if they are powerful enough and don't know how to properly control it."

I nodded, that made sense, but I was still confused as to why t hey were here and telling me this. That's when it hit me, I must've been one of these telepaths.

The man, Xavier, nodded. Pleased with my deduction, "Would you like to come with us so you can help control this gift you have been given?"

I sat still for a second. Maybe this would be good, I could finally get out of here and maybe figure out what is wrong with me. I looked him in the eyes and nodded.

_I would like headphones and an iPod or something, they help silence the noise. _I thought, while shakily standing up.

Xavier nodded, "That can be accommodated. I would advise you to keep this gift a secret, mutants, which is what we call ourselves are not common knowledge yet. The world isn't ready for us, as you probably already know."

My face went grim, and I nodded.

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AN

This is going to be a bit of slow burn, because yes, while he is a horny teenager, he is also not totally sexually dominating. At least at first.