"Doctor Law." The nurse called out. She jogged up to me with a file. I closed the patient's door and took the file. I gave her a questioning glance. "It's a new patient. He was just transferred to us."
"Why?" I questioned, looking at his charts he didn't belong here. I worked in the low risk wing.

According to this guy's charts, he was violent, lashed out, attacked nurses, and he suffered from dissociative disorder. He was the exact opposite of what I worked with. I dealt with suicide cases, anxiety, depression, and things of that nature. It was a boring job but it paid the bills.

"They had to swap with us. A couple came in and they couldn't be together. So they gave us one of theirs and let me tell you, they were extremely happy about it." The nurse told me with a smirk. "He's in room 13. Have fun." She sauntered away and I couldn't help but let my eyes wander to her ass. It was okay but not quite my taste.

I looked at his name, Eustass Kid. Who named their kid, Kid? I pondered as I opened his door. What I saw before me was quite a sight. A big red head in a straight jacket and he was fighting to get out of it.

'Get me the fuck out of this!" He yelled at me, banging his head against the wall.
"Well hello to you too Eustass-ya. I am . I will be your doctor while you are here. Can you please not hit your head? You are in the jacket for not only your own safety but ours." I explained as I walked closer to him. He continued to try and lash out.
"Get away! Get away! Don't shoot!" He screamed, knocking a hole into the wall with his head. I sighed.
"Nurse! We need a sedate in here." I called.

Seconds later two nurses rushed in, needle in hand. They shoved it into his neck and he went still. They helped lay him down and I helped them to him to the bed. I gave him one last look before dropping his chart at the end of his bed and checking on my other patients.

Later that night on my second round I saved the new patient for last. I entered his room and shut the door. The redhead had his head resting on the wall and he was watching me as I checked his chart.

"Who are you? Where am I?" He asked, never taking his eyes off of me. I pulled up a chair and sat next to him. I pulled out the pin light I had in my lab coat pocket and shined it into his eyes. I flicked it to the left and right. Satisfied with the results I sat back.
"I am Dr. Law; you are in the low risk wing. They had to move you. Do you not remember?" I asked.
"No. I was in my room then I was back with Killer, Heat, Wire, and the gang. Now I'm here." He told me. He tried to struggle against the chains holding him down to no avail.
"Do you know where he is?" I asked, writing notes in his chart.
"Uhh a loony bin." He told me sarcastically. I looked up at him and smiled. He was a feisty one.

"Good enough. I am going to untie you now so you can take your meds. However if you attack me, it's the padded room for a week." I warned.
"I'll be good. I cross my heart.. You know if I could. Kinda tied up." I just smirked and untied his hands.

He rubbed his wrists before sitting up. He tried to swing his legs over the bed but was stopped by the restraints. He looked at me and I just shrugged, holding out a cup of water and a container of pills. He just sighed and took the pills in one swallow. He downed the water in a gulp and handed me the cup back. He lay back down and looked at me. It was like I was being examined. I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest. I let him look me over.

"See anything you like?" I questioned.
"What would you care? You think I'm crazy just like everyone else here. What does it matter what I think?" He complained, rubbing his temples.
"I liked you better when you were being feisty. You aren't as interesting when you are whining." I said. I got up to walk out before he called out.
"Wait!" I turned back and raised my eyebrow in question. "Interesting how?"
"In all sorts of ways. You forget hours at a time, you commit random acts of violence. Hell according to this chart you bit a nurse on your transfer over here."
"That doesn't count! She made the jacket too tight." He defended himself. I gave him a quick glance. He didn't even look guilty.
"As I was saying. You have no respect for authority and you are self-destructive. You were in a gang. You watched all your friends be shot down right in front of you and you are the only survivor." I finished, throwing the chart at his feet.

"Anything else?" He glared at me
"Oh I'm sure there's plenty more. However I want to cut right to the chase. You don't like taking the meds, you don't agree with what they say, you want your friends back. I can't help with everything but I can help with a few things." I told him, watching his face for any signs of anything. His cheek slightly twitched and he looked up at me with questions in his eyes. "I was kicked out of the operation ward and the high risk ward. Care to know why?" He just shrugged but I could tell that he wanted to know, his eyes gave him away. "Experiments. I like to run experiments. I lost a few patients before they got curious and looked into it. I was moved here on probation. It's awfully boring and I hate it. I am offering you a proposal." I explained, growing more excited by the minute.

I grew worried as the seconds turned to minutes with no response. I was beginning to think that I had made a mistake. It had been worth a try. I was growing bored of my job anyway. I turned to leave when the crazy redhead stopped me yet again.

"What is the proposal?" He asked, watching my every move.
"You let me run tests and experiments and I cut back your meds."
"That doesn't sound like much of a deal for me. You get to run your tests and have fun but I'm still on the meds and I'm still locked up. It's like a you win and I just become a guinea pig." He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at me expectantly. I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. I did like this one.
"I can't take you off all the meds. However I can take you off of most of them. The ones I can't take you off of or so you don't snap and kill all of us here." I said. "Take it or leave it." I told him. I turned and put my hand on the doorknob and hesitated.
"Wait, wait, wait!" He called out again. "Fine, I'll do it. This place sucks anyway. Maybe you make it suck a little less." I smiled as I opened the door and left the room.

I went home that night and for the first time since my transfer, I looked forward for work the next day. I showed up to work early, handled my patients, avoided Kid, and prepared for the night to come. I prepped a room and told the nurses it was for a psych eval. None of them wanted to get close to the crazy redhead anyway.

After my final night run, I visited Kid. A nurse helped me get him in a straight jacket. He was oddly compliant. He didn't fight and he followed me to the room. The nurse left us without a backwards glance.

"So what do you want to do? Cut me open? Probe me? What is on the list for your experiments?" He questioned, eyeing the room.
"Well for tonight," I told him, snapping on gloves. "I thought we might do a little something different than what you might of had in mind."
"What's th.." He couldn't even finish his question as I shoved a needle into his neck and forced the liquid into his veins. "Wzz.." He slurred as the liquid started to take effect.

I waited until he slumped over on the operating table before making my move. I unbuckled him from the jacket and stripped him down. Then I sprawled him out on table and chained him down. I then plunged another syringe into his neck and waited for the medicine to kick in.

"What.. The hell did you do to.. me?" He slurred out as the paralysis medicine warn off.
"Well I paralyzed you for starters, then I stripped you down, and then I, unanalyzed you. However you were conscious for all of it so where did you get confused?" I asked, lubing up my fingers as I approached him yet again.
"I thought you were going to experiment on me. Why am I naked, what are you doing?" His eyes were rapidly moving from my face to my fingers. "What are you.. ahhh." He moaned out in surprise as I pushed two of my fingers up his ass.
"I never once said what kind of experiments. You agreed, are you going to back out now?" I taunted, pushing past my knuckles and curling my fingers as I made it deeper.
"I'm.. ahh.. not going.. to back out." He breathed out.

I smirked down at him. When I first looked at his charts and met him, I was almost certain that he would do anything. This only proved my point. He was desperate to get off his meds. I added another finger and his breathing hitched. I continued to pump my fingers until I was satisfied that he was ready for what was to come next.

I removed my fingers, earning a surprised yelp from the redhead. I smiled down at him as I took off the gloves and removed my pants. I slathered lube all over my hard member and I climbed on the table. I placed myself between his legs.

"Are you really?" He stopped himself mid question. "You know what? I don't care. Just get it over with." He told me, looking at the wall.
"Really? It was that easy?" I asked him as I lined myself up.
"You're gonna do it anyway. Plus," He smirked at me. "You were pretty good with your fingers. Also I will have you know, I'm normally on the pitching end so next time how about I show you a good time." He winked just as I pushed myself into him.

He threw his head back and his breathing automatically became labored. I could feel his walls constricting around my throbbing cock. He was right, I was popping his cherry. What a sweet moment it was for me. Not everyday did I get someone this 'pure' per say. I wanted to cherish this moment. Each of my thrust was slow and calculated. I let the tip of my dick graze his prostate but didn't apply enough pressure for him to feel immense pleasure. He could tell I was toying with him but he couldn't do anything about it, he was chained to a table. He tried to rotate his hips to meet my thrusts but the chains restricted nearly all of his movement. He let out a frustrated sigh.

"If you are going to fuck me, do right." He complained.
"I am. Just enjoy this." I whispered.

I ran my nails along his torso, earning a shiver. He barred his teeth and glared at me. I could tell he didn't like slow and gentle. He was the rough kind. I smiled; this would definitely be a fun experiment.

I changed my angle a bit and sped up my thrusts. This time I was doing more than just grazing his sweet bundle of nerves; I was hitting them with ever expert thrust. He started moaning out and clenching his fists. I heard the chains rattle as he pulled against them with no luck. I ceased all motion and quickly took off my shirt. I stuffed it into his mouth before resuming my assault on his prostate. I could feel the hate and anger rolling off of him in waves but I could also read his body language and I knew what pleasure he was feeling.

I wrapped my hand around his very impressive member and pumped in the same rhythm I was thrusting. His head lulled back and my breathing sped up and my climax drew near. Kid tried to spit out the shirt as his cum spilled over my hand. I could hear him grunt through the shirt. I rammed against his prostate one last time as I filled him with my seed. I collapsed on top of him, his warm cum coating my stomach. I reached up and pulled the shirt out of his mouth. We both struggled to regain breath.

As my dick stopped twitching, I pulled out and set to cleaning myself up. I pulled my pants on but quickly realized that my shirt would be unwearable. I shoved it into a drawer in the room and cleaned up Kid.

"So what now?" Kid asked.
"Now I am going to paralyze you again so I can re.." He cut me off.
"No I meant with my meds. That was part of the deal." He said.

"Well after this exam, I will mark your charts and advise the nurses that I am the only one who will be allowed to medicate you." I told him, plunging another needle into his neck.

As soon as he was presentable, I called a nurse in and she helped me get Kid back to his room. I made a few notes in his chart and left to go home for the night. That night I slept the best I had in months.

The next few months went by in a blur. Some nights I took Kid to the operating room while others I kept him in his room. I told the nurses he was getting worse and needed one on one care. At first I used the same routine, paralyze him, undress him, fuck him, then take him back to his room.

After the second month I cut out the paralysis step. I hadn't had any problems. Every night he took it and enjoyed it. He did like it rough even if he wasn't the one in control. Many nights I left with a bloody back and bite marks lining my chest. I didn't mind though, it made things exciting.

I had taken him off the depression medicine and the anxiety pills. I had also thrown out a few other ones and added a mood stabilizer. So far he seemed to be doing better. He didn't seem to be getting any worse. In fact he appeared to be getting better. He was less violent to the nurses and he wasn't as self-destructive. He was even a bit more open. He told me about his crew and what his life on the street was like.

On the fourth month he took me by surprise.

"It's my turn to show you a good time." Kid said as I felt a needle being shoved into my neck.

A/N- This story was originally supposed to be a one shot but as I started writing it, I wanted to make it a bit longer so it will probably only be about one or two more chapters. My first time writing an asylum AU so I hope you enjoy!