bingqiu mad scientist AU
Shen Yuan gets transmigrated into Proud Experimental Demon Way into the mad scientist villain who performed countless unethical experiments on Luo Binghe which eventually backfired, giving Luo Binghe horrific powers to take his revenge.
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TW: gore, murder, medical play, human experimentation, Luo Binghe's unhinged yearning _____
"And how are you feeling today Luo Binghe?" He had a clipboard with some papers on it. This patient, and he would also insist on that phrasing, had enough data accrued over the years to fill terabytes of storage. Shen Qingqiu was determined to… start fresh. Or on a cleaner slate than previously. Plus sometimes there was electrical interference that ruined tablets and laptops. Main challenge was making sure his session notes didn't get destroyed when Binghe had one of his episodes.
Episodes was a harsh term, but Shen Qingqiu was at a loss as to what else to describe his behaviour. Especially since it seemed to oddly focused on him!
Shen Qingqiu wasn't under any notions of him being a "good guy". Old life saw him limping half-assedly though a PhD program that would probably kick him out when they found out his dissertation was at the page count of a thesis…
Well death beat his advisors to it because one expired mistake of a meal was all it took to having him join the silent majority.
Or should have been.
Instead he woke up mid-fuck up on the part of the Original Goods. One second he's staring down the bowels of his porcelain throne an the next he's witnessing a teenager getting electrocuted in a cliche as hell evil science test tube.
"Shut this down!" He had barked immediately.
The small sycophantic sea of lab coats around him became flustered. "But-but sir you said-!"
"And what am I saying now?"
Following that the lab coats powered everything down. Keys were turned and buttons pushed. He watched as dials fell out of red danger zones. The subject in the tube slumped against glass. Chest heaving and limbs spasming from residual shocks.
Going by their badge, one of the more senior staff dared to quip, "What was the problem Doctor Shen? We'll have to reset the entire experiment now!"
"We will no such-" And then stilled.
Doctor Shen.
Either he had transported into the far future where he had somehow graduated then went down some dark path probably for some shady corporation that offered a sweet pay out. Or… looking around his surroundings, especially that of the person they had just been torturing… he had transmigrated into one of the worst pieces of media to ever exist. Not only that, but it sounded like he was-
"Director!" Several of the lab coats around him stood at attention as the sliding metal doors opened behind him.
Yue Qingyuan, director of knock-off SCP foundation aka The Peak (known publicly as one of the greatest sources for science and medical advancement, but was more in line with Umbrella Corp) came striding in with brotherly affection in his eyes. "Doctor Shen. Hard at work as ever, I see." Those soft eyes grew a touch strained as they flickered over past the safety glass. "Though I do wish they weren't also so…"
Completely agreement! So much so that he was slapping his keycard on the door inside and pulling the unconscious subject free. In desperation he gave that pain stricken face a few careful slaps.
Young man was covered in sweat and who knows what else. Something beneath his skin squirmed. "D-doctor…? Are we continuing…?" Before his eyes rolled back and went slack. Behind cries of "Doctor Shen! What are you doing!" and "Qingqiu please come back! You'll need to be sanitised!" Which meant…
Fuck!!
That really did mean he was now Shen Qingqiu, the head scientist for Division of Exploratory Research. The branch of The Peak that was allowed to do whatever demented nonsense fit his fancy.
Proud Experimental Demon Way was more DOOM than Interstellar. Whatever hack came up with the story seemed to think opening a portal to hell on Mars was scientifically sound. With the protagonist being Luo Binghe. A young boy that had taken to donating his body to help support his mother's cancer payments, when Shen "Gargles Orphaned Kittens As Mouthwash" Qingqiu discovered he had an unusual attunement and constitution. Yeah the writer seemed to have just stumbled on the Wikipedia article for Henrietta Lacks without thinking past the intro paragraph.
But supercharged, immortal blood was too tempting for Worst Man Alive, but Soon To Be Human Stick so Shen Qingqiu in classic mad scientist and villain clearly in it for the love of the game to ignore. He shoved so much Evil Science into Luo Binghe that the poor boy was forever changed.
Eventually Luo Binghe is able to channel is abilities as Lovecraftian God, but HOT and run rampant. Turning his former tormentors into paste while saving the worst for his main abuser. Original Goods Shen Qingqiu was trapped alone with Luo Binghe where the latter tore all his arms and legs off. Then delighted in doing every horrible experiment again.
"We must ensure reproducibility doctor.~" He promised before pouring acid down Shen Qingqiu's throat. Luo Binghe had been able to regenerate his own tongue.
Shen Qingqiu had not.
His shredded vocal cords clawed at every steel wall until they too were reduced to sludge.
It bears repeating-
FUCK!
Since he didn't want that to happen, the new Shen Qingqiu needed to figure out a plan. Looking into Luo Binghe's files, he was about seventeen which meant there was no avoiding all of the suffering. The young man was filled to the brim with powers he either didn't know how to control yet or hadn't discovered thanks to three years worth of non-IRB approved nonsense.
First things first was he looked over The Peak's Health & Safety plan. A discarded and outdated documented in serious need of a basic OSHA check up. Shen Qingqiu weighed his options on just reporting this place and accepting his place in jail.
Yet it was Luo Binghe's safety that worried him most of all.
Would he be allowed his freedom? Or would he be dumped into another facility determined to dissect him? What if he needed specialised medical care? There were too many what ifs.
After the updated Health & Safety plan was shared around, he set to personally overseeing changes to Luo Binghe's routine and environment. His private area would have a real bed and real furniture. His basic vitals could still be monitored, but all cameras removed from the lavatory. Real food with real nutrients and not just a thrice a day injection directly into his stomach. Explicit consent had to given before proceeding and incident reports couldn't be put off or ignored.
Newest thing was implemented by Shen Qingqiu himself on a daily basis.
Wellness checks.
Thus why he was sitting behind glass with a clipboard and papers asking Binghe how he was feeling that morning.
"I'm fine, Doctor." Who knows how Luo Binghe was able to make his title sound so pronounced. He was seated looking like the model subject. Perfect posture and bright eyes. With his features, Luo Binghe appeared more like a promising candidate for a job interview. Those bright eyes went downcast. Fluttering long lashes, "Though… never mind it's nothing Doctor."
"You can be honest. An experiment works best with accurate data." Shen Qingqiu was able to push the OOC lock a lot by framing it as for the good of Science, but acting like an outright friend to someone who clearly needed it was apparently out of the question. Instead he had to phrase everything in a curt and clinical fashion. A therapist that had already diagnosed and was half-listening as the general demeanour.
Luo Binghe leaned closer to the glass. "There's this discomfort in my stomach. I'm worried it will disrupt today's tests."
It had become a daily complaint. Some part of Luo Binghe's body bothering him before they even began. Not like anyone could blame him. So much had been done to him already that it was a wonder he wasn't in more pain.
"Of course. I'll have some nurses come in to do a quick physical. Then our lab techs-"
"Doctor?" Poor thing looked glassy eyed. "I know I have to right to ask as a simple specimen, but… perhaps you could look at it? I know you'd be able to find out what's wrong for sure."
Shen Qingqiu used his clipboard to hide his face for a moment. Couldn't Luo Binghe recognise a hook up opportunity when he saw one? The original work, on top of being gory as hell, was also extremely horny. The protagonist's main abilities were vague, but he definitely had these dark red tentacles. Made primarily from his blood, Luo Binghe had completely control over if the ends were razor sharp or more of a bulbous head. Eventually an aphrodisiac coating came along and Sci-Fi Hentai formula was complete.
When he had first arrived Shen Qingqiu had reviewed and applied disciplinary actions towards anyone who had touched Luo Binghe in a negative manner. He himself kept things professional. Head researcher had too much of a finger on the scale of power dynamics. Shen Qingqiu had really wanted to pat himself on the back on how he was handling these wellness checks.
See how not in your space I am, Luo Binghe? No need to go on a killing spree, we can all be friends here.
Still he figured if the OG Luo Bing-ge had such frequent sex then it was probably a biological necessity. There was probably even a pseudo-science line about it.
Yet every willing partner of similar demographic (test subject that wasn't advanced as him or nurse that was same age) was soundly rejected. When asked Luo Binghekept reassuring that "he and Doctor Shen were partners after the same goal." Said a little too intensely and the focus having the hairs on the back of Shen Qingqiu's neck spiking.
So, knowing how this goes, Shen Qingqiu sighed and nodded. "Head into the examination room to get prepped and I'll be there soon."
___
Luo Binghe was aware he was no longer a person.
He didn't have the same organ structure as a person. He didn't think like the same person. And he certainly didn't want like a real person.
No memory, pre his time at The Peak, matches with his need for Doctor Shen.
The man is an absolute puzzle. One that Luo Binghe had thought completely solved before now.
A tyrant, and a bully. Soft feelings that this man was doing everything for the betterment of humanity faded a little bit more each day. He clung to the hope that somehow whatever they were doing would lead to a miracle breakthrough. Maybe even one that could cure his mom.
Or how each day he wished he could hear or see her.
Doctor Shen never entertained the question. Everyone else in the lab would redirect or fail to make eye contact. When his nails turned to claws and he could see in the dark, Luo Binghe understood why.
He was too much of a beastly monster to ever see anyone ever again.
So each procedure, he felt a little worse. Each experiment drained something away that was good. Every single poke and prod, made his insides match that of Doctor Shen. A monster making a monster.
Till he stopped.
Midway through another day of painful things he didn't know the purpose of, it was all called off. It was all so fuzzy at the time, but Luo Binghe could swear he was being cradled by Doctor Shen. His face contorted in horror and concern. No more hurt for the rest of the day.
Or ever again.
Luo Binghe was sedated for a long time it seems, because when he was returned to his standard quarantine cell it was that of a stranger's. A mattress with more than one set of sheets, a privacy screen for changing, and a small selection of books. They ranged in terms of reading level, like the person who selected them didn't know what Luo Binghe was capable of literacy wise. Was most likely the same person who left a plush sheep too. Like his cell had needed a touch of softness.
As the changes snowballed, it became clear who was responsible.
Luo Binghe's first theory was that this was a new form of torture. Dangle the carrot before beating him with the stick. Maybe this was the last of the supplies that Luo Binghe would be given. Doctor Shen would then watch as his favourite punching bag and lab rat responded to decaying goods and depleted needs.
For weeks, Luo Binghe had hoarded the meal trays slid under his door. He calculated which would go bad first then ate them in appropriate order. Probably part of the new torture was the inclusion of things with a poor shelf life. Warm bread or rice, fresh fruit, and vegetables. Meat that didn't look like it had come from the back of a defunct freezer.
From the overheard grumblings from security and the techs, this was a rare privilege for Luo Binghe. It didn't settle him in the slightest.
Biggest tipping points came in two.
The first was tried out his new "consent" privileges.
After it was decided that Luo Binghe had recovered enough from the interrupted procedure, the usual people in lab coats came for him. Instead of their usual rough handling, they didn't come any closer. They all had certainly started too, but one intern in particular stopped to remind the others.
"Remember what Doctor Shen said." Ning Yingying's voice unusually firm before turning to Luo Binghe. "Morning Subject LB01, it's time to continue the experiment. Would you come with us please?"
Feeling like either he or the world was going insane, Luo Binghe dared a confused, "No?"
"You won't come with us?"
"What will happen to me if I don't?" Already bracing for the cattle prod. It was the favoured method since chloroform didn't affect him anymore.
This stunned the lab-coats too. They huddled together and whispered without caring that Luo Binghe could still clearly hear them. "What do we do if he says no?"
"Doctor Shen says we need to leave and come back later."
"He what?!"
"That's what that new hand out he put on every surface of the breakroom says."
Then the group of his almost kidnappers left. Like that was okay. Like that was going to be it. Like Luo Binghe's word held any power.
He barricaded his cell and destroyed every camera.
Despite every instinct against it, Luo Binghe let the food trays go to waste. Now he was worried about what was in them.
Surely now Doctor Shen would arrive and do the job himself.
Not touching.
Doctor Shen never touched.
He'd sneer and demean and tear down any shred of self-worth that Luo Binghe had, but left it to bots and guards to do his dirty work. One time, to "test recovery from impact", Luo Binghe had been strung up and openly beat like a dog. Shen Qingqiu orchestrating the whole thing from his seat. A cup of jasmine tea in hand while he idly ordered a baseball bat break the subject clavicle over and over again.
That time at the test tube having been a one off.
Doctor Shen went back to never touching him.
Or seeing him. Before his daily warden, now he was a wraith yet to return.
That had to be now though.
So Luo Binghe waited. He forced himself to become a very small ball in the corner of his cell and waited. He allowed himself to do shallow rocking back and forth.
It took one full day for the knocks and shouts outside his door to stop being nurses, techs, and guards to being Doctor Shen himself.
"Binghe?" A voice that should turn his insides to ice called. "Are you okay? You haven't been eating?"
Another madness that had taken over Doctor Shen. Calling Luo Binghe by that old name and not his Peak designation.
Doctor Shen called in again. "Do you mind if I come in?"
Could Luo Binghe even say "no" again? He doubted it.
Yet Doctor Shen took this pause in stride. A willow arm snuck through the crack of the door with a paper plate. Stacked preciously on top was a fat slice of chocolate cake. The moisture from it bleeding through the bottom of the cheap plate. Doctor Shen gave this a couple waves back and forth he set it on top of the crude barricade. "All good. Just dropping this off."
An awkward thumbs up then the arm disappeared.
Did he think Luo Binghe was an idiot?
That he was some simpleton that would go over to where the door is and think he could grab the slice of cake without getting grabbed himself? He might as well have set up a box on a stick.
Yet the tactic deviated from the usual.
Very well, Luo Binghe could play.
He stalked over and picked up the plate. Luo Binghe made no motion to jump or get away at all. He simple stood with the sweet and waited. A few sniffs didn't reveal anything, but maybe in their absence together the "good" doctor had created something odourless. It most likely wouldn't be masked by the heavy taste of chocolate too. The perfect cover for something that would render Luo Binghe enfeebled.
Should he pretend to eat it? He had learned to mimic others pretty well. Let them think he was eating out of the palm of his hand then strike when the door opened again.
All his strategising stopped when Doctor Shen's voice shyly returned. "Do you like it?"
"It's good." Luo Binghe set the untouched plate aside. "Thank you Doctor Shen."
He got on his hands and knees to silent prowl forward to the small crack in his cell. Through the gap, Doctor Shen's shoulder could be seen. His back completely exposed. There wasn't another soul in sight to protect him. The head scientist was even sitting on the ground.
"It's nothing, just a little something to celebrate." A fine-boned hand waved.
Here Luo Binghe's anger returned to a simmer. Oh? Celebrate what? His first day in the labs? Or maybe his first autopsy before his heart restarted itself? There were so many days to choose from to beat Luo Binghe while he was down. "Remind me Doctor Shen."
"Hmm? Oh Intern Ning told me that you said no yesterday."
"And?"
"And that's big!" He seemed to catch himself since he cleared his throat and settled back into a cooler voice. "Our work is vital. Lesser scientists rely on forced data. I however hold this study a higher standard. That my subject is co-operating behoves us all." Haughty as ever. Other people a stain beneath his shoe.
There was the evidence needed for the carrot and stick method, but… it didn't feel right.
Positive reinforcement was getting to choose if today was the carbolic acid bath or the magma soak. Positive reinforcement was getting partially sedated as they removed his bones then timed the regrowth. Positive reinforcement was not getting something laden with frosting.
"Of course… doctor." Luo Binghe slid closer. "Are we continuing the experiment then?"
In response his worst assumptions came true. A hand shot through while his guard was lowering. Aimed right for his head. He flinched away, but still contact was made as-
- a very gentle hand pet his head.
"Not today, Binghe. You said no for a reason earlier. Enjoy your cake and we'll see how you're feeling tomorrow."
He had finished the cake in a daze, but stopping was unheard of. A buzzing tingle remained after the small contact to his hair. It forced out all thoughts but one, "Doctor Shen's orders. Doctor Shen gave me this cake and Doctor Shen wants me to eat this cake so following Doctor Shen's orders he'll be so proud that-" On a loop even as he fixed his cell back in order.
He was found sitting perfectly ready to go the next morning.
Yet Doctor Shen remained illusive.
His name was signing off on everything, and Luo Binghe was certain he could see him behind the one-way safety glass… but beyond that he was left to the mercies of others. Who never tried anything, but also didn't extend past professional courtesy.
Luo Binghe's days fell into a grey routine. Wake up, physical, breakfast, study of his abilities, lunch, review of morning physical, same test as earlier to see if the results matched, dinner, the… free time? Just a time he was allowed to… do what he wanted? Outside it had to be supervised, but if he wanted to read in the archives or run around the track then he could.
The limit was the outside.
Wanting to feel the sun on his face, and judge how tall the perimeter walls were, Luo Binghe had asked his attending guard to step out into The Peak's private yard. Not seeing a problem with that, the two went through decontamination then a world not seen in years opened up.
And was taken away within one literal breath and the next.
Luo Binghe felt blood dripping from his nose. His brain swell against his skull. His eyes rolled back.
Then he was awake in the medical wing of The Peak. One of the researchers on staff at the time, Liu Mingyan, had explained to him that his body was more efficient in processing oxygen then the average person. Too efficient arguably. The facility was under specialised pressure and atmosphere to keep both the subjects and researchers in a happy medium where everyone could breathe.
If Luo Binghe ever wanted to go outside again, he would have to train and gently ease into acclimating. If just sprinted towards the door in escape then his body would suffer oxygen poisoning and die.
When Liu Mingyan offered to bring him more materials on the subject, he numbly felt himself nod.
It was the only thing that saved her from the second tipping point.
Some nurses came over to check on him and one attempted some kindness. "See? It's not so bad. Bit of time and you'll be back outside in no time."
He really didn't feel like talking, but he followed expected manners anyway. "Yes, thank you… I'll have to practice for if my mother comes to visit."
"He has a mom?" One nurse asked the first one that spoke to him. Who shrugged in response. "I thought we only took subjects that didn't have family."
"I have a mother." Luo Binghe bit out.
The first nurse flew in with flapping hands. "Of course you do! I'm sure she's lovely!" Said the same way a child would be reassured about the family dog crossing over a rainbow bridge. Before the nurse could step away Luo Binghe had both of their necks in his hands.
"What happened to my mother?"
"We don't know!!" The second nurse screeched. "People like you don't have-!"
He brought both their skulls together. Skulls shards and brain matter rained over his face. Their bodies fell away. He detached the monitors stuck to him. Landed both his feet off the bed. Scanned the room for the stunned humans.
Then unfurled himself to kill them.
It was as easy as spreading his fingers apart. He wanted the organs ripped from the call nurse's abdomen? Long, red tendrils shot out with tipped ends to pluck them from her body. That running for the emergency alert still had a head? A flick of the wrist remedied that. Soon it wasn't thought. His own tentacles a blur even to his own eyes. Why bother to track what was done in milliseconds?
He left the room with shredded equipment and people behind him. The inch of blood pooling on the floor leaving tracks. He'd hate that later. Tacky and unclean.
He wasn't there though.
His mother was dead so was he. His mother had loved a monster so a monster thought he could love and be good in return. His mother was now dead so was all that. His mother had been a good person so his mother had to die. His mother was dead so all good things were dead. His mother talked about what they would do tomorrow. His mother was dead so was tomorrow. His mother had found him abandoned as a baby and given him his first birthday present of a name. His mother was dead so was that name.
Was he LB01? That was the lab's name for him and soon there wouldn't be a lab. Half his face came away to aid the tentacles already writhing and smashing the overhead lights. Lab-coats would scream at the dim sight of him and dive into rooms to escape. Prey easily dragged out by the ankles.
One he grabbed with coiled tentacles over their screaming mouth. Desperate air being sucked in through the nose.
He could be Luo Binghe still. Honour his mother that way. Her memory.
He ripped off an arm.
He could be LB01. They had wanted a weapon surely. That designation would prove it.
He ripped off the other arm.
He could still be Luo Binghe. A cold name for how he felt was left in him.
He pulled off the left leg.
He could be called LB01. The man made horrors that stalked the halls of the Peak. That which took over the body of a young boy and was pupetting him.
He pulled the last limb free.
Tossed the human stick casually forward. It landed on someone still with an arm and a leg left. The body of their coworker pinning them down as he strolled forward. A small pressure from his heel popped the eye out first before the rest of the head buckled.
Noises collided around him. Ah, guards. They were shouting. They had guns. The primary ingredients for bullets he could absorb. Or he could redirect them. Even ten metres away he could reach them all.
His mother was dead so was he.
His mother was dead so soon would they all be.
He pulled back the writhing mass that was his arm to ready to whip it out. Planted his back leg to support. Eyed the level he would need to swing.
Which is why he missed a body wrapping arms around him from behind.
"BINGHE!" Doctor Shen's voice was wet. His clutch desperate. His fingernails soft compared to the tentacles jerking around his delicate skin. "Binghe please stop!"
"Doctor Shen! Get out of the way!"
"Doctor if you don't move we will shoot!"
"Shut up all of you! None of you are firing on him or me!" Doctor Shen roared at the group of armed guards. "You idiots will stand down now!" Like they were they ones who did something wrong and not the escape test subject with a very clear kill count.
He craned his neck to look at the scientist. His remaining human appearing eye taking all of him in. It would be easy to kill him too. He could elongate his spine to the length of short swords. Or open and close his ribs like a maw.
Instead he just waited.
"Binghe. Binghe listen to me. Whatever happened, we can fix this. Just tell me what it is." More carrots. More promises. Like cheap cake would fix this. Like his ramblings meant anything.
"I want my mom."
Doctor Shen stilled. He somehow grew even softer and gathered more of the thing in his clutches. Like there was child here that needed comforting. His porcelain skin stained in more fluids. "Oh, oh Binghe I'm so sorry. I should have been the one to tell you. It's all my fault. Take it out on me. No one else. Please Binghe."
"I could kill you."
"Yes, yes you should." He offered his wrists out from behind. Did he want them slit or detached? "Go ahead. I'm ready."
"They'll shoot you soon." Already the guards were getting back into formation. Whoever was in charge was barking orders. It would be a nightmare of paperwork and a true loss of one of this generation's most unhinged, but successful minds… in animal fear they would try anything to neutralise the threat.
"Get down and I'll cover you. When they go to reload you can escape."
He turned to look at Doctor Shen fully. His tentacles smoothing out from having thorns. "I can't breathe outside. I'll die."
Hands cradled both sides of his face. Long fingers getting tangled up in a wormy thrum that normally lay as a cheekbone. "You're smart Binghe. You'll find a way around that."
He let his head drop onto Doctor Shen's forehead. He was a whole head taller than the scientist and the craning forced the two of them to look at nothing else. As Doctor Shen breathed out, he stole the rejected carbon dioxide for himself. "Will you… stay with me?"
What had been Luo Binghe missed the sun. He missed fresh air and the sky. He missed thinking that things could be okay or that he was a real person. He missed his mom.
He missed her so much.
As Doctor Shen smiled and pet Luo Binghe's head, it was easy to forget about the sun. It was gentle as an autumn afternoon and bright as dawn. It curled up like a cat in a warm kitchen baking bread. It was all for Luo Binghe.
Did Doctor Shen really understand what he was offering? He hadn't said anything yet. Half of Luo Binghe's lungs had yet to inflate properly again in anticipation. But… it felt so, so close. Already Luo Binghe wanted to be even closer.
To wrap his tongue around Doctor Shen's fingers. They had the crushing force of a hydraulic press, but he would be so good. He would simple curl around them and suck at the oil and skin flakes. Make a pouch in himself somewhere to keep them.
Even closer though. He wanted to dip his face into Doctor Shen's chest. Feel the snug, living fit of his organs. Nibble on his xiphoid process like a teething puppy. See if Doctor Shen could feel it then giggle.
Most of all he wanted to hold Doctor Shen's still beating heart in his hands. Feel the spark of the sinoatrial node beneath his thumb. Let the rhythmic entering and emptying of those chambers lull him into a peaceful sleep. Luo Binghe would tuck himself into Doctor Shen's side still holding the heart. Watch the rising and falling of the scientist's organs till he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore.
Luo Binghe wanted it all.
And he understand why Doctor Shen was doing this completely.
After all he had done. All his cruelty, why he had suddenly changed.
Doctor Shen Qingqiu had finally understood that he was a monster. Which was fine because so too was Luo Binghe.
There were only to real monsters in the world. And they had found each other.
He recognised the rebound survival instincts in himself, but didn't care. What other reason for living did someone need then having someone that would never leave him? Luo Binghe was Doctor Shen's most precious subject. Their work together so important.
And it was all over then Luo Binghe could take them both far far away so it was just two monsters safe from the rest of the world.
Luo Binghe wrapped Doctor Shen up tightly in his coils as the head scientist promised, "Of course Binghe. I won't leave you." ___
It had taken … a lot of throwing his weight around and begging the Director to not have Luo Binghe terminated. When goodness and decency had failed as arguments, Shen Qingqiu shamelessly brought up the shareholders who were bankrolling their experiments. When all else fails, cash was the loudest voice in a room.
Repairs had taken quite some time, but apart from heavily increased security, the routine of studying Luo Binghe's abilities settled back in soon enough. It was almost an easily repressible blip apart from the major change being.
"Doctor Shen?" Luo Binghe called him back to the wellness check. He was laying chest side down on the examination table with his legs splayed out. "It doesn't feel right today." Referring to his restraints. Glorified Hannibal Lector straitjacket. Like Luo Binghe's daily aches and pains, it seemed the other staff had started going it wrong from Binghe's opinion.
"Let me take a look." Shen Qingqiu snapped on his gloves. Poor Binghe jolted as each snap of nitrile meeting skin sounded out too loudly in the room. He kept a cooler face than he felt and strode over with a small wheeled table with what they would need for today.
He felt around where the metal cinches met enforced fabric. After some time, he really couldn't find anything wrong. "Is it too tight?"
Luo Binghe's fluffy hair shimmered as he shook his head. "It's too loose. I don't want Doctor Shen to feel scared."
"Binghe they're looser than previously because they were starting to leave marks on your body after these check ins." Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes. Honestly who could be scared of such a sweet person. Luo Binghe's only crimes (outside those few murders from that understandable crash out) was stealing everyone's hearts just by looking at his beautiful face. Wait possible poor posture as Shen Qingqiu had to press down on Luo Binghe's lower back again. He was doing that thing were he was rising more and more on his tip toes when Shen Qingqiu was behind him.
Silly boy he was checking the restraints on your torso. He wouldn't allow restraints on his legs ever again. No reason to draw so much attention to the pants! Maybe it was just a unique character tic?
"I don't mind marks!" Luo Binghe whirled around. "Doctor Shen could test my recovery rate of bruises or-"
"Binghe." He scolded. "It's been explained to you that the experiment will no longer test for such things."
"But… but reproducibility!" Which sent a shiver down Shen Qingqiu thinking about the original's fate.
"Binghe, it's time to continue the experiment." He put on his Professional Scientist face and patted the tall examination table. Luo Binghe, Olympian example that he was, could just hop up there. Shen Qingqiu was forced to use a step stool. Original Goods was already freakishly tall, what was the point of a table that dwarfed most people??
Luo Binghe was up and kneeling on the table in seconds. "Yes, Doctor!"
What a gentle subject! What a good boy! Here he was with bandages all over his face. Collared and tied down. Yet still he found a reason to smile. This fuckass novel didn't deserve him!
"Binghe, you don't have to kneel." Again, as a reminder.
"It helps me swallow." Binghe reminded with a pouty lip. A rationale Shen Qingqiu had never heard before Binghe. His body should mostly be able to emulate a human's unless he needed to enter Active mode, but maybe keeping up the human oesophagus was a strain? He'd look over the scans again later.
Shen Qingqiu picked up the camera pill in its little cup and offered it over. The arm restraints were loose enough for Luo Binghe to bring it to his mouth. It would be another layer of torture if he had an itchy nose and couldn't scratch it.
"Could Doctor Shen help? What if I mess up?" Swallowing? Was he saying that he forgot how to take a pill?? Still Shen Qingqiu plucked the pill up and to his patient's lips. Who suddenly became very squirmy. Must be an old fear response. Shen Qingqiu took Luo Binghe's jaw in hand while shushing him.
Every time he babied Luo Binghe, he was prepared to torn to shreds. What proud protagonist wanted to be treated like an easily spooked pure bred?
The pill slid smoothly over Luo Binghe's soft tongue. His open lips glistening and wide. Still Luo Binghe made no effort to swallow so Shen Qingqiu was forced to tilt his head back more. Rubbing his throat over and over. "Swallow it Binghe." Till he felt the bobbing of Luo Binghe's Adam's apple against his palm. "Good boy. Let me see?"
With misty eyes, that pert mouth opened right up again. "Another?" Oh he was worried.
Shen Qingqiu shook his head. "No more today, Binghe. It will pass through you and we'll go over what the camera saw later. Until then let's start the physical exam. You said your stomach?"
Luo Binghe nodded while laying back. Though he kept his knees up and fallen open. So Shen Qingqiu fixed those to dangle off of the table. They settled snugly against the doctor's hips.
"I'm going to have to expose your stomach. Are you okay with that Binghe?"
Luo Binghe was still nodding like he didn't know how to stop. "Yes Doctor yes." Another odd habit. Luo Binghe became soft and his focus during these. Sometimes Shen Qingqiu would prompt him a few times just to get a single word response. Sometimes all Luo Binghe would do when it came time for his prostate exam (which why was he insisting on so many of those? Was that part of his new anatomy as well) he would just purr. A reaction that Shen Qingqiu understood to be a self-soothing technique like a cat.
With consent, he rolled up Luo Binghe's top to reveal perfectly cut abs. Guy was stereotypical in looking like a movie star even after Shen Qingqiu insisted on feeding him more and supervising increased hydration. He smoothed a hand over to feel for any surface lumps. Began rubbing his thumbs in deeper. Skin was supple and dry. Muscles firm. Healthy fat moved with his ministrations. No abnormalities.
"Are you sure it was in this area?" Shen Qingqiu reach around to palpate where most people would have kidneys, but that felt normal for Binghe too. "Binghe?"
"Yess?" He slurred in response.
"I asked are you sure it was in this area? I'm not feeling anything."
"Maybe it's the gloves. Doctor what if you can't feel it through the gloves?" Oddly enough Luo Binghe's voice was… hopeful?
"Binghe if whatever is wrong with you is so small that I can't tell through thin gloves then it may be worse than just a stomach ache or cyst." He hated to suggest this,but… "Maybe I should bring in Doctor Shang. He's a specialist in-"
"No!" Luo Binghe was clear eyed in an instant. "Doctor Shen knows best! Maybe… maybe it was lower?"
Shen Qingqiu was already feeling up Luo Binghe's jejunum, how much lower could he go? He returned to palpating around the small intestine area. Area around the appendix didn't feel hot or swollen. No problems. Apart from Luo Binghe getting squirrely again.
"Binghe please stop moving." Though it was already too late with his patient having shifted further up the exam bed.
"Sorry Doctor. It just hurts. You can start again."
He tried to but- "Binghe I can't reach any more." If Shen Qingqiu stood on one side then he could look at the right or the left, but now centre was out of reach. Stupid tall table. "Can you move back down here?"
"What if it makes it worse Doctor?" He was biting his lip. "I'm so sensitive I don't know if I could stand it. But if you think it's best then I'll try."
"No, no. That's alright. We just need to get creative." Okay so Luo Binghe didn't want anyone else in on these sessions. Strangers could be scary especially after his experiences that made sense. He was now at a point on the table where his primary couldn't reach him and movement may exacerbate his symptoms. Shen Qingqiu looked around for his usual step stool, but couldn't find it. He had seen it yesterday when he was with Binghe. Had a nurse moved it? "Binghe I'd like to try something, but I want you to let me know immediately if you don't feel comfortable."
Luo Binghe went very quiet. "What do you want to do Doctor?"
"I'm going to climb on the table with you for one last look. After that, if we don't find it I'll call off the experiment for today and you can recover in your room. Does that sound- you're already nodding, Binghe please let me finish first."
"But Doctor~"
Poor, sweet little sheep sounded like he the breath punched out of him. Shen Qingqiu would be quick.
Eschewing medical common sense and propriety, Shen Qingqiu did an embarrassingly bad hop up then straddled either side of Luo Binghe's legs. "It's okay if you're scared. I'll be quick." He had tied his hair back, but a few strands fell free as he looked down at Luo Binghe's shocked face. Shen Qingqiu couldn't even begin to imagine how he felt beneath his former abuser. All sharp features on a mean face.
He refocused on his task, but no luck. Shen Qingqiu even dipped lower till he felt Luo Binghe's happy trail through his gloves. He was about to climb off when an idea came to him.
What if he was limiting the issue to Luo Binghe's human half and the problem lay elsewhere?
"Binghe, have you had your tentacles out recently?"
A shake of his head. "This week doctor we've been working on my endurance, remember?"
Oh yeah. Luo Binghe got top marks in every category. If there weren't built in breaks, Shen Qingqiu was pretty sure this guy had stamina for a month at least. Makes sense with all the orgies and stuff in the source material. "Could you let them out please? I think that may be them feeling cramped."
Without a word, Luo Binghe's jade smooth skin peeled away like the spiralling red locs of an apple. Free they moved about before tentatively touching Shen Qingqiu. A tip idly traced his jaw so he pointedly ignored it. Automatic actions that Binghe couldn't control would not be used against him. "How does that feel?"
After some thought, "Sensitive Doctor. I don't think they're used to physical stimuli."
Shen Qingqiu took one strand into his to feel it up and down. He wasn't as experienced in eldritch anatomy, but it didn't feel off. Maybe Luo Binghe's treatment plan needed regular exposure therapy for this part of his body? A physical therapist could help with that. Could see if Luo Binghe felt comfortable to start his mornings with a nurse.
"Binghe are there other tentacles that feel uncomfortable?" The Peak's equipment was the most advanced in the world and even they could just take guesses on the extent of them all.
Luo Binghe opened his mouth. His small, pink tongue elongated into a prehensile tendril. Shen Qingqiu leaned over to examine it closer. It was fascinating to see the texture change in real time. But just as quickly Binghe sucked it back in. "Sorry Doctor. I'm doing something scary again."
"No part of you is scary." He reminded and reassured with a pat. "I'll go over the tentacles you feel comfortable exposing, the ones not currently in my hands can stretch out, and then to give you compensation for being so good today with an experiment I think you'll like. How does that sound?"
The smile he got in return cemented in Shen Qingqiu's mind what a darling and heartthrob Luo Binghe was in one go. His tentacles were all wrapped or touching some part of Shen Qingqiu's body. There was a slight wet and warm feel to them, but even if it was the aphrodisiac discharge he would be perfectly safe. Wasn't like he was about to start licking them. Binghe really would turn him into a human stick then for the step way way too far. Most were just casually fascinated by the hem or buttons of his shirt. That or the belt of his pants. The one sprouting from Luo Binghe's left eye was playing with the loose strands of Shen Qingqiu's hair.
"It sounds perfect Doctor!"
