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Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

Nathan's fingers had skimmed Graverobber's chest, he'd slid his palm along the man's stomach, his movements unconscious as his muzzy brain tried to register what was going on while he slept - for a short time, he was sure it was a figment of his imagination, a bizarre dream that there was a warm, inviting body beside him in the bed, that he was dreaming the clothing that caught against his fingertips, dreaming the muscle and sinew he could feel through the material.

The distinctly male muscle and sinew, his brain provided helpfully.

Despite his recent experiences with Graverobber, Nathan still stubbornly regarded himself as a strict heterosexual, so it did send off alarm bells in his head that ended up being what sparked the need to wake up. Given that this was still earlier than he normally got up, Nathan took a little longer to stir into consciousness, shifting a little in his sleep, his fingers still mapping out the chest beside him, his eyebrows working in an expression of confusion.

And then there was touching, fingers on him, and he knew he wasn't dreaming anymore; a low, uninhibited moan managed to escape Nathan's mouth before he opened his eyes muzzily, his brain trying to process precisely what it was that was making him feel so incredibly good right then - and of course, it all came crashing on him at once, and he was immediately embarrassed and furious.

"What are you doing?" Nathan asked thickly, his head tilted back as Graverobber assaulted his throat, and Nathan tried to will his limbs out of their laziness, forcing himself to say something, anything, while he waited for his body to start obeying him - though one part was already rapidly betraying him,

"The couch - I told you to sleep on the couch." he hissed.
 
Graverobber watched, amused, as Nathanâ??s brow furrowed and those sluggish fingers curled in his shirt. And that little moan, unfiltered and unrestricted by the doctorâ??s nasty control streak, was worth whatever bodily harm this meeting should net him.

Optimistically, he would enjoy the harm.

â??Currently.â? Graverobber raised his unbraided head to breath in his ear, deft fingers curling around the stirring organ. â??Iâ??m giving you a hand job,â? he confided teasingly, dropping his head to run his tongue along Nathanâ??s neck as if he were, oh, say, chasing a bit of refugee pineapple. He could hear the sleepy anger in the manâ??s voice but refused to let that stop him.

When had Nathanâ??s anger stopped him before? That sharp response only made him squeeze his fingers tighter though he kept his same lazy pace.

â??I didnâ??t sleep here,â? he said truthfully in that same intimate baritone. â??I stayed downstairs. I couldnâ??t sleep, Nathan.â? Graverobber couldn't help but taunt, but just a little. â??If you want, you can just pretend this is a surprisingly good nightmare," the thief added, then punctuated his words with a nip right below the line of Nathan's jaw.
 
Nathan felt a little dizzy from the sensations that were jolting through his system; though he and Graverobber had shoved eachother into walls and viciously attacked eachother with teeth and tongues and blunt nails, this was the first time that Nathan hadn't truly had the upper hand - in the alleyway, he'd had his GeneCo uniform to act as a barrier, on the couch Graverobber had been completely at his mercy. Even in the kitchen the previous day, there had been restrictions, a need to be subtle because of Shilo's presence, but this was the first time Nathan had actually felt vulnerable to the other man, having been approached in one of the only times he would be off-guard.

His hips instinctively twitched upwards, and another groan escaped him but this time he clamped down on it, cutting himself off as he tried to establish some self-control, even as his fingers dug into the sheets when Graverobber nipped at his throat,

"No," Nathan said, trying to pull Graverobber's hands away from him, his voice strained and shaky as he struggled for some control over Graverobber now, "You're not. You're going to leave this room."

He shuddered under the other man's touch,

"Out," Nathan rasped, suddenly finding sentances difficult, "Now."
 
And Graverobber relished the complete control he had. There were no knives here, no blunt objects Nathan could beat him with, and the doctor was still drowsy, reflexes dulled by sleep, though that damned self-control was coming back faster than he would have liked. He rewarded that little pitch of his hips with a good, honest stroke.

â??Relax, Nathan,â? he whispered, crawling half on top of the other man, careful not to leave his own private parts open to assault from a knee. â??Shh. Relax. Just enjoy it.â? It was pride, wasnâ??t it, that made him try and shove him off. Graverobber would leave if Nathan continued to fight, but he wouldnâ??t understand. Nathan liked it: the way he hardened under his fingers while his calloused hands tightened in the sheets could mean nothing but pleasure, but he was still arguing.

Another nip, right below his Adamâ??s apple. He thought he was being surprisingly generous, not even worrying about if the man beneath him would return the favour. â??Calm down,â? he murmured gently.
 
The entire situation occurred to Nathan as being distinctly unfair - granted, there were worse ways to be woken up, but for the sexually repressed widower, this was his worst nightmare. Not only had he been pounced on while asleep, but he found that parts of his brain were agreeing with what Graverobber was saying, and the man's baritone voice was bizarrely relaxing right then, enough that Nathan actually let his eyes fall shut when the scavenger stroked him, and a noise rumbled in Nathan's chest but didn't quite make it into the air - it was almost a purr.

"Why didn't I let you freeze to death?" Nathan asked between his teeth, though it was difficult to tell if he was joking or not, because any expression or statement that may have followed was cut off by a small, sharp breath, his hips bucking up once, hard, when Graverobber bit his throat. What should have processed as pain was passing through his nerves as pleasure, and Repo was beginning to crawl forward now, taking interest in what was happening - the feeling of a hot body, the touch, the potential.

But Graverobber was making it so damn hard to think.
 
Nathan was surprisingly malleable beneath him. Graverobber had expected a more violent response by now, and though he couldn't see his eyes close, he did feel that lovely, low noise sparking an equally lovely heat at the base of his spine.

This was more like it. Graverobber didn't have any intention of giving the mild-mannered Nathan the upper hand all the time (or even most of the time, as he was just as stubbornly a top as the forty-something-year-old was a heterosexual).

Biting was dangerous business, though, as he was very aware that Repo liked to rear his less-docile head when Graverobber tried a mix of sexuality and pain and the thief was enjoying his position at the moment. But the way thin hips bucked up into his hand made the risk so very worth it. â??You thought I had more sense,â? he reminded Nathan pleasantly, tonguing away the pain of that earlier nip. The doctorâ??s pale throat might end up with another bruise to traumatize his daughter.

Brave, now, that he wasnâ??t being shoved off, the younger man straddled Nathanâ??s hips in a way reminiscent of his last sleep over, though he kept a hand down those boring pants as insurance. He sat up, then, propping himself up lightly with a hand on Nathanâ??s shoulder (he would have preferred the neck, but that was a quick way to triggering Repo and breaking this little spell). Dark blue eyes took in the scene beneath him, a smile quirking his stained lips. â??Those are the ugliest pajamas I have ever seen,â? he said evenly, cocking an eyebrow.
 
As Graverobber slithered onto him, Nathan found himself hazily wondering precisely where his willpower had dissappeared to, because the pressure and heat of a body on top of him was doing things to him that made it more difficult to fight against, and coupled with the fingers that were manipulating him - he was having trouble remembering why he should want to shove the other man away.

"Right, what was I thinking," Nathan rasped, and seemed to squirm a little once Graverobber had settled down on top of him, "That you might have the self-preservation to just stay away is ridiculous."

One of his hands ended up on Graverobber's side when the man swiped his tongue over Nathan's throat again, his fingers clutching at the material of his shirt, and when Graverobber pulled back, Nathan regarded him through half-lidded eyes,

"You have rainbow hair," Nathan replied promptly, but his voice was shaky, "I don't think you're in any position to educate me on fashion sense."
 
Nathanâ??s wriggling earned a hiss, sudden and surprised, from his molester.

â??I have attractive rainbow hair,â? Graverobber responded brightly, attempting to set himself up as the least threatening felon Nathan had met. It made the whole seduction bit much easier. That, and the hand on his growing erection; he couldnâ??t ignore the influence that had. â??Iâ??ll even let you use it as a grip, even after insulting it,â? he added, squeezing appreciatively then returning to his languid pace.

He liked hearing that normally smooth voice falter while deceptively strong fingers dug into his side.

â??We can get rid of that, though. Unless, of course, you still want me down on the couch.â? Graverobber had dropped his ridiculously colored head to nuzzle at Nathanâ??s neck and jaw, accentuating his words with tugs and grasps. â??Iâ??d hate to jack off in your shower again, though,â? he whispered slyly, pulling back just enough so Nathan could see that crooked smirk before brushing their lips together.
 
Nathan was grateful for the darkness of the room then, because he felt the now familiar sensation of heat creeping up his neck and into his ears, the burn in his skin that seemed to occur every time they did this - though this time, the urge to maim Graverobber was surprisingly minimal, limited only to a mild irritation from the man's constant intrusions.

He could, however, feel Repo lurking nearby like a caged animal, impatiently stalking back and forth as though waiting for something, restricted by the boundaries of the house - after all, Repo had some limitations set, and that was specifically not to be seen around Shilo. The monster seemed unsure if this particular situation counted in the rules - after all, Repo was easily tempted when it came to promises of blood and heat and pain and pleasure all combined, and Graverobber had the tendency of offering exactly that. Nathan was sure the thoughts weren't his own, but he could feel it - he could see the things that Repo wanted to do to Graverobber, and some of them horrified him, some of them just made him even harder in the scavenger's hand.

And with some shame, he had to admit to himself, some of the thoughts did both.

Somehow, Nathan wasn't surprised to hear what Graverobber had done in his shower, though the obsessive part of him noted that he would absolutely have to clean the shower the next day.

And then their lips brushed, and something about it seemed to set Nathan off, because one of his hands dug into the ridiculous hair and he yanked Graverobber close and hungrily ravaged the man's mouth.
 
Things were much simpler in Graverobberâ??s mind: his greatest concern was keeping Repo at bay, if only for the selfish reason of wanting to stay in charge of the situation. Oh, he was fond of fighting, but his sense of sexual justice was a bit miffed by how much power Nathan had had last time, right up until he poisoned him.

He was enjoying himself, perched on top of Nathan as he was, and taking uncomplicated pleasure in teasing the man. The dealer had no dark side to fight (save for that niggling little voice in the back of his head that told him to pay attention to his partnerâ??s needs and not his own). Thatâ??s why he had kissed him, after all. Usually, Graverobber wasnâ??t big on kisses, but Nathan, with his modest jammies and miserably out-dated bedclothes, seemed like the sort that would want kisses.

Not the hungry press of mouth and teeth and tongue that the good doctor, with his boring fashion sense and almost prudish response so far, sprung on him.

Graverobber â??mmphâ??d, startled by the sudden ravishing; he hadnâ??t expected that from Nathan and wasnâ??t quite sure where the man had learned to kiss like that. But that was his last civil thought as he dug a hand into short, graying hair, jerking Nathanâ??s head to the side to remind him who exactly was in charge as he attempted to wrest control of the kiss away.

It might have been a little below the belt to use his weight and position to keep Nathan on his back, pressing his body down so he was nearly grinding against his hand and the bulge forming in those entirely wholesome trousers.
 
It wasn't as violent as what Repo would have done, but the kiss was very unlike what one would expect from the more docile side of the doctor, it was harder, deeper than any sweet chaste kiss, and there was a desperate heat in it as Nathan worked Graverobber's bottom lip between his teeth and then pushed their tongues together, his fingers digging into thick cords of hair to tug the man close, to force the kiss on him so he couldn't pull away.

And then there were hands in his own hair, and Nathan felt Graverobber trying to wrench him back, so Nathan tugged the man closer, nipped at Graverobber's top lip; he shivered as more pressure was applied, their bodies touching closely now - but the scavenger was fighting for control, so Nathan decided to make it more difficult, sliding one of his deft hands between their bodies, squeezing between Graverobber's legs.
 
For an affair that was generally carried out against faded walls and a faded sofa, the two were in a surprisingly intimate position. Graverobber hadnâ??t really expected this, no, he had thought he might get a few minutes before Nathan kicked him out to start his daily habits or perhaps heâ??d get to finish that hand job before the man kicked him to etc, etc.

This close (and extremely vulnerable, he was reminded as tucked a hand between them), body-to-body session was not something he had previously thought the doctor was capable of. Not when, just barely a week ago, he would push Graverobber down the stairs for simply leaning over him. He groaned encouragingly into Nathanâ??s mouth, leaning forward on his forearm in an attempt to deepen the kiss. This kiss was also something of a shocker: it was a messy, opened mouth-thing that had Nathan forcing his tongue into Graverobberâ??s completely non-sterile mouth.

Not that he minded, what with the way he sucked on the doctorâ??s tongue as he pressed his hips forward into the questing, clever fingers. His own hand, though, was having a bit of a problem with freedom. Annoyed, Graverobber bit down harshly on the manâ??s bottom lip, jerked back and attempted to yank those damned bottoms down Nathanâ??s thighs.

He had a good mind to make his mouth even less sanitary.
 
The entire thing was messy, lusty, and undignified as the men pushed their tongues together insistently, but Nathan found himself unable to care about the cleanliness of it right then, because his head was buzzing with pleasure that was making everything else seem to fade to the background - all of the anger and stress, all of the despair, it was being pushed to the background for those few blessed moments. Heat was moving through his body, and the sound of Graverobber's low moan only incensed him as he worked his hand between Graverobber's legs, kneading the sensitive area before his fingers sought out the clasp, his other hand joining in as he tried to undo the scavenger's trousers.

However, his endeavor was interrupted when Graverobber bit down hard on his lip and it was enough to break the kiss, the rush of pain causing Nathan to let out a small gasp, which was quickly followed by a yelp of surprise when Graverobber wrenched his pants down; for the second time he was grateful for the dark, because being bared to another person after so long was making the doctor feel bizarrely self-conscious - particularly with a significant and painfully straining erection. Almost immediately he made to wrench Graverobber back down to him, trying to use his upper body to lever the other man forward again, intent on assaulting his neck this time.
 
Graverobber grinned wickedly. For a moment, just a moment, the drug dealerâ??s sensitive eyes took in the rather attractive image of Nathan Wallace, shocked into stillness, cock jutting out obscenely as he laid, on his back with pants down around his knees.

It was a good image. In fact, it was a fantastic image that went directly to his groin. Next time (because there would be a next time), heâ??d have to turn on a light, because the weak light that made it through the shades was not enough.

He allowed himself to be pulled down, long, pale fingers seeking out the doctorâ??s erection again as he felt a hungry mouth on his neck. â??Fuck, Nathan,â? he hissed, the slow pace of before forgotten as he jerked his hand enthusiastically. And here he had been worried that the old man had forgotten how to have a proper stiffy.
 
Nathan had felt Graverobber's eyes raking over him and though he felt a particular amount of embarrassment from it, there was also another spike of arousal that surprised him, and he set into the other man's neck with a furious passion, his teeth worrying at the skin just above the dip in his collar bone, his tongue laving along the pulse and then sucking lightly on the same spot until he felt the flesh begin to heat up and he knew it was bruising. He worked his mouth up to Graverobber's ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth and then kissing at his jaw, his hands back to Graverobber's erection, one hand rubbing at him while the other opened up his trousers.

Again, there was an interruption and Nathan arched beneath Graverobber when the other man began to stroke him enthusiastically, his lips parting in a silent display of pleasure, hips thrusting up sharply, pushing himself into the other man's hand before he struggled to regain some control over himself. Shuddering, he continued his work at the scavenger's throat while one hand slipped past the waist of his pants, grasping Graverobber's cock and tugging roughly.
 
Graverobber turned his absurdly colored head as Nathanâ??s nose and mouth directed him, pleased to give the doctor as much access to unguarded, delicate skin of his neck and throat. He could feel the sharp, almost itch of damage, knowing heâ??d be sporting a new bruise from the mild-mannered father.

He really shouldnâ??t be getting stiff from the idea of finally cracking that colorless persona Nathan cultivated, but that idea was making him hard just as much as the clever, agile hands. And this was probably a safer way than trying to tease out the monster. The younger cursed colorfully in Nathanâ??s ear, hips twitching into that merciless tug. Oh, now this wasnâ??t fair. Graverobber knew how to thrust and moan; he wasnâ??t the widower that needed reminding. Fingers tangled in that short, conservative cut Nathan kept and he tugged that hungry mouth from his throat (after sucking savagely at the lightly stubbled skin right beneath Nathanâ??s chin).

Quickly, before Nathan could re-latch himself to his neck, Graverobber ducked down, hands holding thin, muscled thighs down and slightly apart. The first lick was exploratory, from base to head, teasing. â??Try not to buck too much. I donâ??t usually do this,â? he warned, lips curling up into a smirk, before he swallowed Nathan down as far as he could. Sucking dick was like riding a bike: sure, he might nearly gag, but he was getting used to it again quite quickly.
 
Nathan had only just managed to get some of his steely willpower back as he tried to concentrate on what he was doing to Graverobber; the solid feeling of flesh in his hand, the quivers, the way that Graverobber groaned and gasped, the taste of his skin - he had been concentrating on it, pulling some of the focus away from the hand that was steadily jerking him off.

But then fingers were in his hair again and Nathan's head was tugged back aggressively; he shifted to try and regain the ground he'd had, but Graverobber was suddenly gone from the spot, and Nathan was propping himself up on his elbows and peering through the dark, and he focused just in time to watch Graverobber slide his tongue up along his length. A short gasp escaped him, and he went to reach for the other man again, as though to tug him back up, but then there was that baritone voice and suddenly heat engulfed him, and the noise Nathan made was strangled, shocked, and a little undignified.

Nathan's thighs trembled under Graverobber's fingers, his hips twitched but he held himself back with soft, choked noises escaping him, and through his gritted teeth a single word escaped him, growled out under his breath,

"Fuck."
 
Graverobber glanced up, trying to make out that lined face as his artificially white cheeks hollowed. Yes. Just like riding a bike. It helped, of course, that the man he was sucking off hadnâ??t been touched like this since the 2030â??s, but the ever-humble Graverobber had a good opinion of his skill (that being, he was Godâ??s gift to Nathan at the moment).

He hummed a fake reprimand at Nathanâ??s gritted out curse, somehow managing to smile smugly around his mouthful. This was what he wanted, he thought as he scrapped blunt nails along the inside of those quivering thighs, tongue exploring the base of the cock down his throat. He was experimenting, trying to find the quickest way to get rid of that miserable self-censure that Nathan was so fond of.

Hell, he hoped he did well enough that Repoâ??s little girl would give her father odd looks over the break fast table. One hand slid up to Nathanâ??s too-thin stomach holding him down as Graverobber tried his damnedest to coax more sounds out of him with tongue and lips and even a little bit of teeth.
 
Whatever control he had managed to gain back was quickly slipping away as Graverobber teased and tortured him; he didn't even have a chance to marvel at the fact the scavenger was using his mouth for something besides talking his way out of death, because thinking was no longer an option.

The nails along his skin made him tremble, and the gentle hum that Graverobber made caused him to twitch, but the hand on his stomach kept his hips from moving the way they were instinctively trying to, and Nathan's breathing had become shallow. The lips and tongue working him over were causing him to grip into the sheets to the point where it seemed he might rip them, but it was the scrape of teeth that nearly undid him, causing him to twist beneath Graverobber, a sharp, loud cry escaping him this time as his brain practically unravelled.

But, some part of him registered a reminder, and Nathan clapped his hand over his own mouth, wide-eyed and struggling against the noises that he could barely hold back.
 
Teeth. It was teeth that did it. The kinky bastard. Graverobber pulled back, swirling his tongue around the head. Why had he stopped doing this? The amount of power he had over his partner was thrilling and even Mr. â??Iâ??m much too proper to acknowledge my penisâ?? Wallace had devolved to a mess of moans and twitches and, yes, one wonderful cry.

Shame the kid was in the house and that he hadnâ??t tied Nathanâ??s hands above his head. Graverobber ran his tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his shaft like the whole thing was some lewd lollipop. â??Next time,â? he muttered, the fingers of his free hand pressing behind that tightening sack. â??Iâ??m not letting you use your hands.â? Another lick. â??I want you to be hoarse from the screaming.â? This time, when he went down, he scrapped his teeth just a little harder, adding â??Make Nathan make as many and as loud obscene noises as possibleâ?? to his game, which has previously just been â??Make Nathan cum as quickly and as hard as possible.â??

He liked this game.
 
Nathan had lifted himself slightly on one elbow, his other hand still over his mouth, his eyes wide as Graverobber pulled back a little, and he watched the scavenger's tongue move around the head of his erection, and small, sharp breaths escaped Nathan each time the tricky tongue moved against his length. Graverobber's words only sent more heat blazing through his body, spikes of pleasure along his spine that were all converging at the spot that the other man was paying so much torturous attention to.

He couldn't find it in himself to argue about whether there would be a next time between them, after that day - but then, every time he told himself he wouldn't run into Graverobber again, he did. The prudish, strict side of Nathan supplied the idea that, perhaps once this was done, Graverobber would get bored with him - and the doctor was startled to find he wasn't sure how he felt about that.

And then there were those teeth again, harder now, and another of those cries escaped Nathan, muffled only barely by his hand as Nathan bit against his own skin to try and control the volume, because heat had started building and his muscles had begun to tense as the spikes of pain and pleasure ushered him closer to the edge.
 
Graverobber glanced up to those wide, almost startled eyes. They made Nathan look even younger, more so, perhaps, then the hair that stuck up in odd angles or the silly, now-skewed outfit that he had worn to bed. This, he thought while humming tunelessly, was the man without the monster or the added years. Graverobber slid his hands to Nathanâ??s hips then dug his fingers into sides that were much too â?? no, he wasnâ??t going to think about his newest toyâ??s bloody welfare. Repo could take care of himself, he told that little sympathetic voice as nails bit into the skin.

After all, he reasoned without much in the way of reason, Repo certainly wasnâ??t paying attention to his needs: the main one being the insistent erection he was sporting due to those sharp gasps that escaped Nathanâ??s damned fist. Next time they would find out all the sounds the good doctorâ??s vocal cords were capable of.

He could feel muscles tense and quiver under his hands. Graverobber grinned, eyes seeking out Nathanâ??s face as he raked his nails down taut legs and relaxed his throat just a little more so he could bob his head easily. Some of his hair had fallen into his face, but didnâ??t dare to move it, not when Nathan was so close and a free hand would end up on his own cock.
 
Nathan stopped being able to support himself on his elbow at that point, his body all but giving up on anything beyond the sensations that were moving through him, and the polite part of him wanted to inform Graverobber that he was on the edge, but judging by the way the man shifted, by the way he had begun to take him it - he was likely very aware of how close the doctor was.

His muscles spasmed beneath Graverobber's fingers, shuddering when the man's nails dug in and raked down his skin, and he twisted beneath the other man he lost the remaining control he had and all of the sensation became too much to take. Another smothered cry escaped the doctor, his hips twitching against the strong palms that held him down, his eyes snapping shut, fingers digging into the sheets, and his back arching as he climaxed. It was all a rush of incredible, blinding heat, and for the first time in seventeen years, Repo stopped pacing, and the hissing and scratching voice finally shifted to the background and fell silent as the darker side of him was temporarily stunned.

And the heat seemed to stretch on forever, until he finally came down from it, his muscles going limp beneath Graverobber, eyes hazy and a little dim from the after-effects.
 
There. There it was. The last little bit of control Nathan had slipped out of his clean, calloused fingers, and Graverobber couldnâ??t help but internally crow over that loss. Just like Repo had dug out his often quiescent panic response that night on the pavement outside his wifeâ??s tomb, Graverobber had wrung out the doctor till there was nothing left but a man. And a man that was enjoying himself, no less.

Graverobber swallowed greedily, the thought that the last time Nathan had cum had probably been before his partner had even hit puberty making the bitter, salty fluid almost sweet. He kept the lightest suction going on as Nathan relaxed, muscle by muscle before finally pulling away and wiping stray semen off his chin with his sleeve.

He secretly hoped his lack of sanitation frightened the good doctor.

â??Better?â? he whispered, crawling back up to kiss Nathan in that open-mouthed, messy way from before.
 
A few final shudders passed through Nathan as his body became oversensitive to the touches, the lightest brush of Graverobber's lips against his skin suddenly difficult to bear, but at the same time, something he had gone without for so long that he couldn't bring himself to resist it. On some level, he wondered if this was one of the few remaining times he would ever be this intimate with another human being, though he was unsure where the thought had come from.

He didn't resist, either, when Graverobber moved up along his form and kissed him; at first Nathan responded almost lazily, his tongue responding passively to the other man's, but after a moment, he brought a hand up and threaded his fingers through the scavenger's hair, pulling him a little closer into the kiss; he could taste himself on the other man's tongue, but it didn't repel him. Again, his teeth worked Graverobber's lower lip, and he brought his other hand between them, slipping his fingers into the opened clasp of the man's trousers and grasping his cock, giving him a few slow tugs, letting his calloused palm and fingers slide along the length.

"Much." Nathan replied.
 
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