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Humans are weak creatures who can't withstand much. This is why Syringeon was superior, why he and his kind were better. Syringeon could cut his way into any number of his experiments, reorganize them and modify them to his pleasing, and have them survive as long as he had the right givanium solution loaded into his right arm. Humans, on the other hand, were much less likely to survive the same manipulations. The complex cellular structures of humans were much more demanding, much more needy. Givanium was completely different. Unlike in the carbon-based lifeforms which had come before Syringeon, givanium-based creatures only needed the single element, a genetic structure to replicate, and a mold. The versatility of givanium made keeping givanium lifeforms alive much easier. This is something Dr. Uthman and his ilk never were able to fully grasp, because they were so used to working on their own fleshy, flawed biologies that they were never truly able to grasp the brilliance of the givanium body. Unlike Syringeon, who had only ever known givanium. Who found human biology as unpredictable as humans found his. While Dr. Uthman may have considered himself the head researcher of givanium and the number one expert in the element's operations, it was really Syringeon who had the fullest understanding of it. That's why, he thought, he deserved to be put in charge of the real meat of the operations. That's why, without his touch designed for creation, they were hopeless.

There was none other in which Syringeon delighted in this truth with than Banban. Syringeon watched him and protected him as he grew, finding pleasure in guiding him through every step of this process. The boy was his magnum opus, although his human colleagues would never understand. To them, he was a flawed product that must be discarded. Syringeon had to fight very hard to make sure that didn't happen. In return, Banban was forever in his debt. Syringeon still relished the moment he realized that he had won over the other researchers, that they would be moving forward after their little bit of cooperative sabotage succeeded. Unfortunately, Banban couldn't be left with the memories for long, in case he gave away where he hid the sorry excuse for a replacement that the human researchers had designed. So, Syringeon dealt with that. Thus marked a beginning of a pattern of memory manipulations. But deep down, Banban wanted it, the boy was so averse to his own emotions that Syringeon figured it was best that he make the bad memories disappear for him.

They had a ritual together, one which Syringeon utilized to fully appreciate the resilience of their bodies. Banban strapped flat across the operating table, every joint bound in case his reflexes betray him. More often than not, the poor boy would struggle against the restraints, but Syringeon knew not to take this seriously. They know each other so well after all, Syringeon having watched Banban grow up, he could tell what Banban's true feelings were underneath the surface level panic. If he didn't like it, then he wouldn't come back to Syringeon, seeking him out even after everything he's done. And, there's no denying that the painted display of helplessness before him was nice as well. Syringeon soaked himself in it, the idea that all the power in their dynamic was his in this moment. Syringeon couldn't perform this ritual with a human, who would likely die of shock due to a lack of anesthesia. But here Banban was, perfectly lucid as Syringeon plunged his scissors into his body, tearing the incision down the length of his torso, green blossoming forth and contrasting beautifully with the red body underneath. Banban screams sometimes, surely the pain is unbearable. Sometimes Syringeon's incisions come out rough and jagged due to Banban's incessant struggling. This time, though, Banban was taking the slicing very well. Tears ran down his cheeks, he shivered, he still loudly screamed and whimpered, but his voluntary actions were still. A submission to what was to come.

Syringeon was happy either way, because he couldn't get any other cases in his grip like this. Sure, he could gut any of the givanium citizens, but they weren't Banban. They were all crude products of study into givanium, unlike Banban. Banban, who would react in just the right way to Syringeon, now pulling at his guts and leaving them strewn across the table. It was so pleasing to hear him yelp when the surgeon yanked a little too hard at his intestines. Syringeon couldn't help but giddily smile down at Banban, writhing against his arms which plunged deep inside him. He still had so much energy in him to be able to resist the violation of his viscera.

Banban continued to bleed out on the table as Syringeon climbed on top of him, legs straddling his sides. Syringeon was already fully erect just from witnessing his own opus struggling and in pain beneath him. He needed to break the tension building inside of him. Banban was growing weaker at this point, his jostling growing more infrequent. Syringeon guided the tip of his cock against the rim of Banban's anus, pressing against the hole. Banban's hips wiggled a bit as Syringeon pressed into him, finally entering inside of him with a little more pressure. Once Syringeon made sure he was well inside, he layed on top of Banban. Their bodies pressed against each other, Syringeon quickly becoming smeared with the givanium mess beneath him. Fully settled, the surgeon started to thrust into him, his movements rough and desperate. Banban's whimpers changed to match the rhythm of Syringeon's hips, they flowed with each movement of Syringeon pressing himself into Banban. He loved how weak the crying had become, it was no doubt that Banban's mind was completely hazy now. Although, Syringeon hopes that he'd be awake a little longer, so that he could fully savor the noises that he'd brought out in his boy. It was so cute to see him like this, fading into unconsciousness, his insides completely exposed and toyed with, letting out small puling moans as he was toyed with. The mixing of intense pain and pleasure always produced the most beautiful sounds.

Syringeon thrusted harder into Banban, pushing his body closer to him. Beneath him, Banban was starting to go silent. His face betrayed no emotion anymore. Syringeon placed kisses down the length of Banban's face, reveling in the feeling of their bodies together. Banban, now limp, still felt amazing around Syringeon's cock. Usually Syringeon liked to finish before Banban passed out, but it wasn't that much of a problem. Syringeon sat up so that he could see Banban in his entirety beneath him. He gripped Banban by his hips, pressing him against the motions of his own and focused in on the mess beneath him. He could see his penetration on the inside of Banban. Watching his movements from the inside of the gored boy beneath him sent shivers down his spine, so proud of what he'd done, the complete ownership over Banban's body which he possessed. This was what finally made him climax, watching himself from the inside. He shuddered as his cum filled Banban's asshole. They have had sex many times, but Syringeon got his strongest orgasms when Banban was like this. When Banban was in pain. He loved seeing his partner in pain more than anything.

Almost as much as the act itself, Syringeon enjoyed the aftermath. Putting Banban's guts back into place, as if he were arranging flowers in just the right way to make a perfect bouquet. Givanium coated Syringeon's body and the table beneath them. Their dance of violence and sodomy always left a toll on Banban, and it was a lot to fix, but what mattered was that it could be fixed. What mattered was that Syringeon could put the pieces back into place. That he could lace a needle through the rough incision, bringing both sides of Banban together in a ladder stitch, and there would be no scarring after a short recovery period and enough pluripotent givanium given to the case. That resilience was what mattered. Banban was going to never die if Syringeon was the one desecrating him. He made sure of it.

When Banban finally recovered enough to open his eyes again, he was in the arms of the surgeon. Syringeon liked to wait for when Banban would wake up, so that the first thing he saw and felt was Syringeon wrapping himself around him. The comforting embrace following such an intense and violent event always made a good apology, one Banban chose to accept every time.