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Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

Graverobber wasnâ??t used to lazy kisses. He was used to rushed, frantic things that usually didnâ??t last long enough to register as kisses and, if they did, made him worry about where exactly his partnerâ??s mouth had last been. And he certainly couldnâ??t remember the last time he had actually paid much attention to the person he was fucking after the deed. Sure, they usually shared the same bed, but once both of them were finished, they might as well be in two separate rooms. Long fingers settled on Nathanâ??s jaw as he pressed himself against the manâ??s side.

The sluggish kisses, the warmth, all of it was annoyingly intimate. He was almost glad when Nathan began to stir, injecting some of the prior violence back into the situation.

â??Good,â? he breathed, hips rocking forward into that rough, strong hand. Their earlier activities had left him painfully hard and he pressed his lips against Nathanâ??s throat to muffle his sounds, though he was a surprisingly quiet sort for all the noise he made in other situations. â??God, keep that up, Doc.â? He could feel Nathanâ??s still too-fast pulse when he smeared his lips against the skin.
 
Though it had been a very long time for the doctor, his particulars about love-making and fucking - he wasn't even sure which this was, because the dynamics between them seemed to change constantly - had not altered. He would always pay careful attention to who he was in bed with and had never exactly been comfortable with just relaxing and recieving, a fact which had been made painfully clear by his earlier insistent struggling against Graverobber's attempts. No, though Nathan seemed prudish and uptight, when it came to the act, he was willing to spend hours indulging his partner - it was a side of him that had startled Marni, back when they'd first married. She had quickly discovered that her husband was as detail-oriented with sex as he was with everything else because he'd been a quick study in finding out what she liked best.

And though he and Graverobber had - up until that point - only engaged in brief, heated physical encounters, he had learned from it - so he squeezed Graverobber a little, stroked him roughly, shifting until he could get his mouth against the man's ear, nipping at the earlobe, toying with the shell of it and following along his jaw. He moved his other hand down, his palm and fingers manipulating the man's sac, his fingers stroking and teasing while his mouth paid attention to the spot above Graverobber's pulse.
 
Graverobber closed his eyes and rumbled low in his throat. â??Very good hands,â? he said softly, lowly, as he turned his head out of the way for Nathanâ??s mouth. His breathing turned ragged whenever deft, calloused fingers used just a little more pressure than what most men would like.

Not that, he imagined, Nathan was all that experienced in giving hand jobs to men other than himself.

â??Harder,â? he said, though he wasnâ??t sure if he was talking about Nathanâ??s mouth or hands, now. Maybe both. The thief reached down irritably and wrapped his own hand around Nathanâ??s, tightening his grip. Heâ??d been awfully patient up till now, he felt, if one ignored the fact that he snuck into this manâ??s bedroom to assault him. Graverobber didnâ??t deserve teasing. â??Like you mean it,â? he hissed, draping a leg over Nathanâ??s to pull him closer.
 
Nathan did something odd then, as he heard the frustration in Graverobber's voice - he laughed. It wasn't the harsh, rough bark of Graverobber, but rather a quiet, soft sound in his chest as he tucked his head beneath Graverobber's chin and aggressively set into the man's neck, his teeth working at the skin there, bruising and marring the flesh that ran along the muscle into the man's chest. He shifted his mouth to Graverobber's shoulder, the triangle of tissue above the collarbone, and he focused on the sensitive well there, where the skin dipped downwards.

He allowed himself to be tugged closer, though he wasn't sure he would have had a choice in it either way, and he felt the body heat and Graverobber's hand grasping his own. Without Repo influencing him, Nathan forced himself to be rougher with Graverobber, stroking the man from root to tip, squeezing roughly at the base, and rubbing his thumb against the tip, his other hand continuing to work at his sac, the callouses on his palm rubbing against the tender skin.

Briefly, he considered doing what Graverobber had done for him, but also considered that doing so meant experimentation and tackling a subject that he wasn't sure he was ready to get to just then - so he did his best with his palms and fingers, twisting his hand once experimentally around Graverobber's shaft, listening for the man's reactions, feeling the way his muscles shifted so he could file the information away.
 
â??Something, ngh, funny, Nathan?â? Graverobber might not use his vocal cords much for coital moaning, but he did talk. No, that wasnâ??t correct. He talked with Nathan. The others he was generally silent with after they had agreed on this form of payment.

There was almost a shyness to Nathan, a hesitation to be rough that he found enduring. The young man couldnâ??t remember the last time he had gotten off without some sort of pain but perhaps heâ??d have to explore the more gentle version. It might be nice to not feel blood pulsing where his partner had been less than kind with him. The dry, almost chapped skin of a man that spent a good portion of his day handling knives and then scrubbing the hell out of his hands helped: Graverobber squirmed, sucking in a sudden breath when those textured finger tips brushed against the over-sensitized skin of his cock.

His hips pitched desperately at the twist, Nathanâ??s hand wringing a guttural noise from his throat. â??Perfect,â? he said, letting his hand rest on the doctorâ??s stomach. â??Sure you havenâ??t been jerking off m-men?â? Graverobber smirked, a blush spreading on his bare chest beneath the lose shirt
 
Nathan was a little flushed himself, and he found he was also storing away the sounds Graverobber made, because despite the very recent orgasm, he found the noises the other man made was still sending spikes of heat through his body,

"My memory has been hazy," Nathan admitted, his mouth against Graverobber's collarbone, "But I'm pretty sure I would remember if I had been."

He felt Graverobber jerk hard against him, and so he did the same thing, but a little rougher this time, twisting his hand against the man's shaft and then tugging upwards before he pressed his thumb into the vein on the underside, stroking along it,

"So no," Nathan said, and then leaned back so he could take a look at Graverobber, alternately green and brown eyes taking in the other man's expression, and he pressed his finger against the slit, circled the rough pad of the digit around the sensitive tip and twisted again while the fingers against his sac sought out the sensitive skin of his perenium, stroking it experimentally,

"Just you." he added.
 
Graverobber functioned in darkness: that was part of the job. He also liked dead things, morbid things, and stealing things, that was all part of the territory. But right now, right now he wanted to be able to see the details of Nathanâ??s face clearly: those lopsided eyes, the color he knew must be still spilled across his cheeks, even the almost sick pallor of his skin.

And he couldnâ??t reach the damned lamp.

â??Just me?â? he said, sharp tongue dulled with pleasure. Thereâ??d be no wittiness right now, not when Nathanâ??s fingers were exploring his cock with all the attention to detail he should have expected of a surgeon. For a man who had to be coaxed into homosexual sex, he was catching on quickly.

Graverobber hissed when the hand that had been rolling his balls slipped back behind them. â??Fuck,â? he cursed appreciatively, eyes fluttering shut while his hips made constant, rocking movements. â??Donâ??t have any lube, huh, Doc?â?
 
Nathan made a small, wordless noise of agreement to Graverobber's question, and he heard the pleasant slur in Graverobber's words that indicated he was doing something very, very right - which was only emphasized when Graverobber bucked from Nathan's experimentation.

Continuing to twist his hand against Graverobber's length, manipulating the aching flesh, Nathan experimented with each movement to find the best way to wring those sounds and twitches from the other man. He didn't stop Graverobber from rocking his hips forward, though there was a soft hiss in Nathan's ear that told him he should be holding him down, preventing him from doing anything that he didn't explicitly condone - but the doctor ignored it as best as he could.

He was a little rougher when he felt Graverobber react strongly, and he ran his blunt nail lightly along Graverobber's perenium,

"It's not exactly something I think to buy." Nathan replied, and then bit at the spot below the scavenger's Adam's apple.
 
It was the bite that undid him. Or maybe the nail, Graverobber wasnâ??t exactly sure. There was something very attractive about the much less violent half of Nathan being rough that made the young man stiffen, teeth gritted to keep quiet. A hand scrambled up to Nathanâ??s shoulder, fingers digging in harshly, almost desperately as he came. Part of him, the little portion of his mind that kept track of things so a junkie didnâ??t steal from him when he otherwise incapacitated, noted that the way his world almost â??resetedâ?? during the white hot of orgasm was like before, when Repo had nearly choked him to death.

That was an alarming detail he probably didnâ??t want to mention to the doctor who, up till now, had been very good about not harming him more than was needed to get him off.

Graverobber stayed still for a good few moments, cock pulsing into Nathanâ??s otherwise clean hand, before he relaxed into a boneless pile of satiated dealer. Once his heart beat had leveled out some and his breathing lost itâ??s ragged edge, he managed to reach for the dark, conservative cover and pull it over the two of them. He didnâ??t get as far as pulling back into his own spot.

â??Donâ??t you have to make breakfast soon?â? he asked, draping himself half across Nathan lazily, unable to move his arm from where he had thrown the blanket over.
 
Nathan's hand continued to move against Graverobber, still stroking him as his body stiffened and the doctor watched with a strange amount of fascination as the dealer arched and gasped and clawed at him when his orgasm hit; he committed the image to memory, stroking Graverobber to the last shudder and twitch of his muscles before finally releasing him.

He had expected that almost directly after, Graverobber would be leaving; he had even expected a coldness from the other man, but it never came - instead, he felt the scavenger settle in beside him, the covers tug over them, and the feeling of the warm and solid body draping over him. Nathan said nothing for a long moment, considering that it was possible Graverobber was just humoring him - but he wasn't about to complain, because frankly, he couldn't help appreciating it.

He felt a little more human.

"It can wait an hour." Nathan replied finally.
 
This wasnâ??t safe. This wasnâ??t safe at all, warned the little voice of self-preservation that Nathan seemed to think he lacked. He felt too safe in a Repo Manâ??s bed: usually, he was the most dangerous thing around, but if Nathan turned nasty â?? Graverobber closed his eyes, ignoring that irksome train of thought. At the moment, if Nathan turned nasty heâ??d die a happy man.

He snorted.

â??Donâ??t tell me youâ??re actually going to sleep in,â? Graverobber murmured, mouth seeking out the new bruises that were slowly coloring the doctorâ??s neck. â??Nice shots, by the way,â? he teased as he stretched, catlike, until he heard his spine pop.

There was another pitfall here but he simply couldnâ??t be assed to figure it out.
 
Nathan felt languid; this was an unsual feeling for him, considering the last time he'd felt languid was when he'd unwillingly had an entire vial of Zydrate shot into his bloodstream - though, really, that had been less like languid and more like flying high. He could still only remember bits and pieces of it, but the bruise was gone.

Of course, it had been replaced by several new ones, also as a result of Graverobber, but these ones definitely had a different context, which he was being reminded of by the other man's mouth. He shivered at the feeling, the distant heat that was threatening to blossom yet again into arousal, so Nathan had to pull back a little to avoid the deft tongue, marginally embarrassed by how easily he was being stimulated then.

"I wouldn't call this sleeping," Nathan said, pushing a hand under the hem of Graverobber's shirt, splaying his fingers out on the man's stomach, simply mapping it out with touch, constantly questing for new knowledge of how the muscles would shift and twitch.
 
Graverobber grunted irritably, not really having the strength or compulsion to chase down Nathan. Who knew a few centimeters could be so far? The spirit was willing and all, but he was still in that warm, fuzzy laze from orgasm, though less warm now that the older man had pulled back some.

â??No, itâ??s not really.â? An agile, rough hand moved over his stomach as if studying his reactions (knowing Nathan, that might very well be true) and he acquiesced to the treatment, giving the doctor unfiltered responses. It felt good, after all, and unlike Nathan he had little problem with shuddering and gasping when his partner did something he liked. His stomach tightened as fingers skimmed over a rather sensitive patch beneath his navel. He tensed, almost squirming.

The graver robber gave a harsh bark of laughter and a hand jerked down, stopping Nathan. â??None of that,â? he warned good-naturedly, brushing his lips against Nathanâ??s own chapped ones to distract him.
 
The way Graverobber tensed and twitched beneath him was somehow enthralling to Nathan, and he continued to touch and explore the movements until he heard the other man laugh, and his eyebrows rose high; he looked up in time to find Graverobber leaning in, and the doctor's eyes were half-lidded as their lips brushed,

"None of what? This?" Nathan asked, and used his other hand to swipe his fingers across that same area on the man's abdomen, feeling for the flinch and the twitch of muscles, enjoying the fact the touch was making the other man squirm, and he dragged his nails against the spot a third time.

The entire thing was surprisingly intimate, and while Nathan wasn't certain what was driving him to do this, he also couldn't bring himself to stop - this was too much of a rarity, it had been too long since he'd even allowed himself to be this close to someone, and he couldn't help wanting to get all of the touch and memory from it that he could. This was a rare, warm moment in his life that he found he wanted to remember, because he knew that when night fell, the coldness and anger would be back and right then he just wanted to -

- feel.

Even just for a little while, even though he knew he would hate himself later, tell himself he didn't deserve this intimacy.
 
Graverobber hissed, twisting under Nathanâ??s hand. â??Yes, that,â? he said between clenched teeth. Depending on the amount of force, the nails went from shockingly good (literally: he felt little sparks go down his spine and settle in his recovering nether regions) to horribly â?¦

Ticklish.

Nathan Wallace, Rotti Largoâ??s main Repo Man and first class mourning widower, was tickling the dirty tramp that had snuck into his life.

It was not fair. He laughed again, a sudden, loud thing that he had to duck his head into Nathanâ??s shoulder to muffle, long body curling in an attempt to get away from those questing hands. â??Jesus, Nathan.â? Graverobber rolled over onto the scrappy GeneCo employee, hair swinging into his face as he looked down from his perch.

â??If you tell anyone,â? he threatened though his eyes were bright before he even reached over and turned on the light. Ah. Much better. Nathanâ??s cheeks still had that tinge of color to them and the thief couldnâ??t help but smirk seeing how disheveled the prim and proper father was.
 
Nathan had long ago acknowledged the fact that his life was abnormal; during his more lucid moments, he would quietly admit to himself that his life was, in fact, completely fucked up. In his younger years he'd had an ideal for what he wanted for his future; he'd rapidly become one of the best surgeons in the city, he'd found the woman of his dreams and married her, they'd had a child on the way - but then everything collapsed, and the only thing Nathan had been able to hold onto was his daughter. He'd kept Shilo alive, and that was the only part of his life that he hadn't destroyed through his own recklessness.

This - this certainly wasn't how he had expected things to turn out. Even after the insanity that came from seventeen years of the self-imposed loneliness, Nathan never could have fathomed this as he lay in bed with the man he had nearly killed three - was it three, or had it been more, he had lost track - times in the last month.

He listened to Graverobber's helpless laughter and felt the man twist and jerk away, trying to escape the fingers brushing over him, and for the first time Nathan considered that occasionally, something completely fucked up could maybe be alright. He felt Graverobber move on top of him, their bodies pressing together, and then the light flicked on and Nathan's eyes shut for a moment to block out the light before opening again, the pupils dilating as he got used to the brightness. Nathan was still slightly flushed from what had happened, his hair stuck out at bizarre angles, his bottom lip was kiss swollen, and his top was twisted a little around his waist; Graverobber, meanwhile, looked roughly the same as he always did, but with the added effect of the multitude of bruises on his neck, and the way his shirt was hitched up a little at the waist.

"Wouldn't want to tip off the junkies that their dealer's weakness is located right here," Nathan agreed, and scratched along the spot again for good measure, "You might lose your reputation. Though they might even give you a new nickname - I'm sure they wouldn't mind buying their wares from a guy named Giggles."
 
Graverobber groaned and not just from the way Nathanâ??s touches made him shiver. Of course the good doctor would develop a sense of humor (one that didnâ??t involve playing catch with a detached head) â??Cute,â? he said, hands pushing up that obscenely decent top, fingers plucking at the buttons to reveal the pale skin underneath. Not all of them, though: he liked seeing it twisted like that, but he wanted access to the older manâ??s nipples.

With lapels like that, one almost couldnâ??t expect nipples, but they were there, lovely pink splotches of color that Graverobber couldnâ??t help but trace with a teasing finger. Much like the same Nathan had used right below his belly button, but he doubted this would cause as much laughing.

â??I think Iâ??ll stick with my job title. It fits.â? He rolled one between his thumb and forefinger thoughtfully. â??Very descriptive. Not the most subtle of names, though.â? A tug, and he could feel the nub pebbling in his fingers. â??No lube, right?â? He â??tskâ??d softly, dropping his head to run his tongue along the areola. â??Shame. I had a feeling we would have both liked a refresher in male anatomy. Well." He sat up so he could look the doctor in the eyes, his own very blue ones bright as he smirked. "A more advanced refresher."
 
Most men Nathan's age would have experienced the beginnings of weight gain from a slowing metabolism, or the withering of musculature from lethargy, and while the doctor was showing lines around his eyes and silver in his hair, that seemed to be the limit of his aging. His job, his constant worry, and his overall restlessness had lent to his excessively lean frame, and it showed in the light as Nathan shivered slightly beneath Graverobber when the heated skin of his torso was revealed to the cooler air - it wasn't an unpleasant sensation, but again, he felt utterly vulnerable.

He jerked when Graverobber's fingers plucked at him, and the feeling went straight to his groin; the tongue caused him to twist against Graverobber and he made a small incoherent noise. When Graverobber spoke, Nathan found himself staring at the other man - given that this was his first time with another male, Nathan was aware of the - mechanics - of what could happen, but was uncertain of the actual sensation it would entail. Some part of him balked at the thought, but according to the heat in his spine again, not all of him was recoiling.

The pink tinge in his cheeks was suddenly renewed,

"I should get up." he rasped, groping for his glasses even as his eyes stayed on Graverobber.
 
A crooked smirk twisted his lips as Graverobber watched the way Nathanâ??s expression changed from one of pleasure to something very much like shock and a bit of alarm. The thief found himself running his hands along that much too skinny frame soothingly.

â??What, donâ??t trust me, Doc?â? he asked softly, fingers crawling up Nathanâ??s chest again, the calloused pads massaging the skin. That was probably not the best question to ask: Nathan probably trusted Graverobber as far as he could throw him which, even with the odd amount of strength in that slim frame, wasnâ??t all that far. So he changed it. â??In the realm of sex with men at least.â?

He didnâ??t remove the glasses once Nathan had managed, through all his fumbling, to get them on his face. Instead, he cocked his head to the side, taking in the man underneath him. â??Even better,â? he said, grinning widely, licking stained lips. â??Come on, you canâ??t say â??noâ?? to another orgasm before breakfast, can you? It'll only be one finger." Now he was teasing, fanning that blush as best he could in hopes that it would really take hold of the doctor. The thief leaned forward, tucking multicolored hair behind his ear to whisper in Nathan's own. "We'll work up to something thicker."
 
Though normally graceful and fluid in his motions, Nathan found himself having some trouble with the simple task of putting his glasses on right then, his hands feeling oddly clumsy, his fingers refusing to obey him. Eventually, he managed to affix the thick black frames to his face, and he stared up at Graverobber through the lenses, managing to look a great deal more stoic with them on, despite being nearly bare beneath him.

It didn't change the fact that he was quickly becoming aroused again, however; the baritone murmuring in his ear nearly made him groan, but he swallowed the noise, unsure if he should allow Graverobber to continue on this route, and he opened his mouth to speak, but then Nathan's worst nightmare came true when there was a knock at the door,

"Dad? Are you okay?"

Nathan practically flailed beneath Graverobber, his expression twisting suddenly into one of abject horror,

"I'm fine sweetheart," Nathan replied quickly, barely managing to keep his voice from projecting the anxiety from the fact his daughter was standing outside the bedroom door while he was laying underneath Graverobber with a hard-on, "Just finishing up some - work. I - I'll be out in a few minutes alright, Shi?"

Shilo had long ago learned to pick her lock; Nathan was quickly realizing he would need to start utilizing his own.
 
Graverobber, unlike Nathan, had no deep fear of getting caught by an underage girl. You was younger than Shilo (maybe), and sheâ??d walked in on him before when trying to collect rent. And he sort of saw the little snot as a sister, so she was almost a little like family.

So he couldnâ??t help but laugh, loudly at that, and roll off to the side.

He had never been the one for quiet affairs.

"Yeah, Nate," he whispered, curling back up against the man's side and tugging the blanket over them. His fingers found that growing erection giving it a cruel squeeze. "Are you all right?"
 
Shilo stared at the door; she drew her eyebrows down in a very Nathan-esque expression,

"Dad, are you sure -?" she asked, and then heard his voice again, but there was something strained about it that made her consider stepping into the room anyways, just to check. She could have sworn she heard laughter in there, but there was no way it was her father - he didn't really laugh often, and not like that. She wondered if she was hearing things.

"Everything is fine, Shi, just - I'll be out soon okay?"

Finally, she lifted her shoulders in a shrug and padded away from the door, flipping through one of the magazines Graverobber had given her.

And in the room, Nathan scowled at Graverobber, but it was a difficult expression to maintain when the other man was touching him like that, and he let out one small groan before batting away the other man's hands; he wasn't sure he would be able to survive many times like this with Graverobber. He began to tug his clothes back into a more presentable position, buttoning his top again, trying to keep his eyes off of the other man because he knew what look he would be getting.
 
Fingers spasmed along Nathanâ??s length as the man held a surprisingly steady conversation with his daughter through the door. Afterwards, he allowed his hands to be batted away easily, still snickering to himself.

Graverobber watched Nathan preen, smirking perhaps just a little more than was necessary. â??What, you must have explained the birâ??well, the bees to her, right?â? he asked coyly from where he had nestled down into the thick, dark comforter of Nathanâ??s bed. It managed to drain even more color from his artificially whitened face, leaving him looking very much like a corpse.

A very, very amused corpse.

â??You know,â? he said conversationally as Nathan finished with his buttons, every one in their proper place. â??Itâ??s very hard to look respectable with a stiffy. Mm.â? The thief closed his eyes, having no qualms about touching himself while the older man tried to compose himself.

Nathan would be running these sheets through the â??boiling hotâ?? cycle of his washing machine anyways. He shivered. "Certainly you're not going down like that."
 
"Yes, well," Nathan said; it had been uncomfortable, but he had explained sexual reproduction to his daughter in the most medically astringent manner he had been able to muster; it was one of the times he had wished he'd told Mag about Shilo because then maybe she could have explained all of the other curiosities of growing up to her, minus the stuttering.

"But I hadn't quite got around to the point where the -"

He thought about it and recognized he really didn't want to try and find an analogy about homosexual bees, so he just dropped it and focused on what he was doing, trying to ignore the way Graverobber was shifting beside him, trying to ignore the temptation of climbing back into the bed, back to the warm body that had been taunting him. He grimaced at his very obvious erection, as though mentally scolding it for being there,

"I'll be taking a shower first," Nathan said, adding, "A freezing cold one."

And then he rose, but paused a moment to glance at Graverobber, and his eyebrows shot up when he realized the scavenger was - taking care of his own problem. A shiver ran through Nathan, and he had to bite back another groan before he headed for the door; he was too old for this.
 
Graverobber chuckled. His way was a lot less traumatic, he figured, and probably healthier than shocking his system with freezing cold temperatures. Plus, he thought as he took matters into his own hands, it wasnâ??t often he got to jack off in a bed with the knowledge that there was a sexually repressed, somewhat sweet killer on the other side of the door.

He made sure to wipe his sticky fingers off on Nathanâ??s pillow. A habit-addict like that would sleep on the same side every night.

By the time the doctor had come out of his shower, Graverobber was up and startlingly pantsless, the trousers in his hands as he checked for any suspicious stains. He had combed his hair back a little, practiced fingers having carded out the streaked mane and his long, discoloured cream shirt hung low, hem reaching around midway down his lightly-haired thighs.

One of these days, he was going to have to bring clothing to these odd sleepovers. The shirt had a dark blue stain on the sleeve from where Zydrate had leaked under his coatâ??s cuff, and he couldnâ??t remember if he had washed it since Repo had shot him up with a full vial.
 
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