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Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

Living on the streets had taught Graverobber the proper way to swear if nothing else. But, then again, his parents had left him a precocious child and heâ??d always had a certain skill with his tongue.

The doctor circled back around, still with the same smooth motions of Nathan not Repo, his expression still that bored, flat one but there was something different. Something in the eyes that hinted that he wasnâ??t as dispassionate as he would like Graverobber to believe.

Of course, the hand on his crotch was also a good clue.

â??Am I?â? he whispered lowly, trying to be as seductive as a man tied to a modified wheelchair could be. Graverobber let his lined eyes flutter closed as he shifted, hips pressing up best as they could. This was more submissive than even the couch, because on the couch heâ??d only had his hands tied. â??More like I have a problem, Doc." The fear was leaving him, draining away as he realized Nathan wasn't here to kill him (not yet, at least), he was only engaging in his extrapolated sense of self-control.
 
"Mm," Nathan said in confirmation, nodding his head a little at Graverobber's question, his palm rolling against the other man, stroking and teasing him through the material; he watched as the scavenger's eyes fell shut, watched as he relaxed into the knowledge that Nathan wasn't planning to kill him. Of course, given their surroundings, there was always the lingering threat of Repo - Repo, who was angry that in his territory, he wasn't being allowed to come out and play, but Nathan restrained the darkness.

This control over Graverobber would be enough; Repo had already had his pound of flesh that day, and Graverobber wasn't about to be thrown in as well.

Though, Nathan decided, he was definitely going to take advantage of the situation; he felt Graverobber lift his hips towards him, though the movement was minimal given his restraints, and he glanced down, suddenly feeling a swell of nervousness. It was just another reason he had restrained the other man - this was new to him, and having the uninterrupted chance to control it was to his advantage. When Graverobber's eyes were closed, Nathan sank down to his knees, and he immediately felt the cool of the floor on his legs; he tugged down the fly on the scavenger's pants, opening the clasp, one of his hands grasping the other man's bare flesh then, stroking him firmly a few times.

He hesitated for another moment, eyeing Graverobber as he sat strapped to the wheelchair, and the thought of making the other man squirm helplessly was what made him lean forward, and he started by running his tongue experimentally from root to tip, along the thick vein on the underside.
 
Limited access to sight meant his other senses were sharpening in consolation. Smell was useless at the moment: everything was the same sterile, metallic scent that was astringent on his tongue. Graverobber kept his eyes closed, listening. He heard the whisper of cloth as Nathan moved and then the much more pressing feel of his bare hand on his cock.

Graverobber hissed, body jerking against the restraints as he tried (ineffectively, of course) to thrust up into the rough skin of Nathanâ??s dominant hand. â??Nathan,â? he growled, voice tinted with just the lightest shade of pleading. The air was cold on his heated skin, a contrast to even the good doctorâ??s hand (so he was interested: blood from his warmer core was pumping into his limbs even now).

The tongue was an even stronger contrast especially as the moisture dried. Graverobber groaned, wishing that he had his hands free to force that grey-haired head down. â??I always knew you were a kinky bastard,â? he joked breathily. He could see Nathan in his mindâ??s eye: all prim and proper and on his knees with his mouth on his cock. God damn that collar. That image was making him hard even without much use of the surgeon's mouth. There was something so deliciously perfect in the idea of Nathan doing obscene things while still in stern, perfect father mode, and he didn't want to miss it. â??Doc,â? he rumbled warningly. â??I would appreciate it if you let me move my head again.â?
 
A soft laugh escaped Nathan, breathy and barely audible when he saw the way Graverobber's hips twitched and he watched the way the man yanked pointlessly at the straps on his arms, clearly wishing his hands were free - he could imagine what the scavenger would do with his hands free then, and there was a desperation and tinge of anger in the other man's voice that made Nathan shiver.

The pleading sound of his name on the scavenger's lips made him smile; he wondered if he could tease that noise out of him again, if he could make the desperation more apparent.

"I'll bet you would," Nathan agreed, and made no motion to remove the collar from the man's neck, intent on taunting him, refusing to let him see what was happening, refusing to let him have any say in it. He could feel Graverobber hardening even though he had barely touched him, and that knowledge was bizarrely arousing; he leaned in again, running his tongue along the same path for a second time, and then experimentally taking the tip of Graverobber's cock into his mouth, doing his best not to let his teeth scrape too hard against the oversensitive flesh.
 
Graverobber gritted his teeth under the bit-like leather strap. It was hard to keep his lips from brushing against the apparatus and even what should have been a very dangerous feeling was strangely erotic. He didn't want to even know how many people had met their ends behind this thing, though probably none of them had been at the other end of Nathanâ??s obsessive control.

Well. Not in a sexual way.

What would Nathanâ??s tongue look like? Would his brow furrow in concentration as he followed the same exact path up to the head of his cock? The muscles of his thighs tensed, pulled tight enough that, when just the suggestion of teeth grazed against the tender skin, they trembled. â??Nathan,â? he snarled, trying to twist in his restraints.
 
Just taking the tip into his mouth was causing Graverobber to tremble; he moved a hand up the man's leg, fingers feeling out the shuddering muscles in his thigh, thumb stroking along the length of the muscle. He moved his tongue around the tip then, gliding it over the slit at the end, testing each sensation for the response he could pull from Graverobber; he pulled back a little at the sound of the other man's voice, and another laugh escaped Nathan,

"Marcus." he replied mockingly, almost playful, and he took the tip into his mouth again, tried taking in a little more, tested grazing his teeth lightly against the underside. He brought his other hand up and began to ghost his fingers along the base of Graverobber's shaft, touching and teasing. This was certainly wasn't a way he would ever thought he would use his workshop, or any of the items in it, but especially right then, he found himself wondering why he hadn't done this to Graverobber sooner.
 
Now this wasnâ??t fair. Graverobber wasnâ??t the biggest whore on the block, but he was used to receiving all sorts of alternate forms of payment, though â??alternate formsâ?? generally replied to sexual positions. He had received more blowjobs from sluts who had turned cock sucking into an art, and here he was, strapped down to some death chair, with a middle-aged man barely licking him and Graverobber was already shaking.

And, God, he wanted to see Nathanâ??s face when he laughed, to see how his lips twisted when he was playful or how they didn't (the doctor had deadpan down, after all).

Graverobber pushed that thought down, telling himself that this was just the sick joy of having someone previously celibate on his knees that made him twitch and jerk. He didnâ??t have to watch: that mouth could do it all. But he found himself saying (and with a touch of something that was almost vulnerable), â??Please. Just, undo the neck brace. Let me watch.â?
 
Nathan paused for a moment then, at the sound of Graverobber's voice - it was still that familiar baritone, but there was a new note of desperation, a near pleading in the man's voice that caused him to lean back, looking up at him and considering him for a long moment; the sound of the other man even using the word 'please' was somehow shocking, and he wasn't sure he could continue to torment him quite as much after that.

"Since you asked so nicely," Nathan said.

He crept up along Graverobber's body then, enough that he could get his hands on the neck corset, deft fingers tugging the straps open before he pulled it away from the man's throat, leaving him free to, at the very least, look around the room - though, there was little else he would be able to do.

And then he slipped back down, back onto his knees and he ran his tongue around the tip of Graverobber's cock again; his glasses slid part-way down his nose during the process, and he paused to push them back into place, eyeing the scavenger from behind the lenses for a long moment before ducking his head and taking him into his mouth again.
 
Nathan would be the sort â??pleaseâ?? and â??thank youâ?? would work on.

Graverobber closed his eyes, soaking in the warmth from the body on top of him. Having the doctor between his legs and against his chest as he worked on undoing the brace was much too alluring and much too short, because soon Nathan was back on his knees and Graverobber was watching him.

He saw, for instance, that pink tongue flicker out and trace the already angrily colored head of his cock; watched those miserably plain and nerdy black frames slipping down his nose in a way that could only be described as cute if he didnâ??t currently have his lips around his cock. That look he affixed him with made the dealer smile. He could see the OC doctor, there, almost as if the man were studying him with his erection at eye level.

â??Just a little deeper,â? Graverobber whispered, teasing and teaching in the same sentence. â??Youâ??ll know when itâ??s too much.â?
 
Nathan could feel Graverobber's eyes on him now, and for some reason he was just now starting to feel vaguely embarrassed about what he was doing - but he pushed the feeling away; he was the one in control of this, and anything that happened would be on his terms. He ran his tongue around the crown, sucked gently on the tip, and when the other man urged him on, Nathan quirked one eyebrow - but he found himself following the instruction anyways, ducking his head further, taking in a little more of the other man's length.

He moved down until he almost gagged, the reflexes kicking in as he took him in too far, and he pulled back a little, his tongue moving along the vein on the underside. Both his hands were on Graverobber's thighs then, gripping the muscled limbs, fingers digging in and almost massaging him.
 
â??Thatâ??s it,â? Graverobber managed breathlessly wishing not for the first time that his hands were free. He wanted to hold Nathanâ??s head down for just a moment, feeling his muscles flutter around the tip of his cock, because nothing quite destroyed the idea of control as gagging.

Of course, thatâ??d also net him Repo unless the good doctor had a hidden desire for non-Rotti based humiliation, and that certainly wasnâ??t worth it down here in the monsterâ??s territory.

He shivered, muscles tensing and releasing under Nathanâ??s hands. â??Think you can try it again?â? the thief asked, tucking his chin forward so he could watch the older manâ??s lined face. Nathan wasnâ??t so grey now: there was just a touch of color on his cheeks. â??It gets a little easier if youâ??re being jerked off as well,â? he added slyly.
 
Nathan pulled back and looked up at Graverobber; the doctor's eyes were still sharp as he inspected the other man's face, but there was an unmistakable lust showing through, along with the tinge of colour on his skin - a hue that somehow always removed the extra years that had been piled onto him from his history.

It was lucky for Nathan that he had significant willpower, or he might have done something stupid, like given in to Graverobber's sly suggestions and released him - but no, that wasn't what this was about. He wanted to keep Graverobber held down, to establish some control over the rainbow-haired deviant after all of the boundaries he had broken - and while Nathan knew this was temporary, that there was nothing he could do to truly control Graverobber -

- somehow there was a twisted satisfaction to this.

"You know," Nathan said thoughtfully, and swiped his tongue along the head once, just so he could watch Graverobber twitch, "I could just as easily gag you. I'll even let you choose which one I use, if it makes you feel better."
 
And twitch Graverobber did, eyes closing as he swallowed, Adamâ??s apple bobbing clearly now that Nathan removed the earlier leather corset.

â??I wasnâ??t talking about letting me go, Doc,â? he rumbled, watching Nathan with half lidded eyes. Even though he would love to muss that hair, to rake his fingers through the strands harshly so the other man made that breathy little noise he did when he found something that straddled pain and pleasure. No, he was almost enjoying his lack of control, enjoying the way that Nathan regarded him with those sharp, clear eyes even as he flushed. â??Iâ??m talking about you taking matters into your own hands. After all, you only need one to keep your balance.â?

After all, Nathan would make those same breathy sounds if he touched himself though, sadly, he probably wouldnâ??t use as heavy a hand as Graverobber seemed to think he needed. â??Or if youâ??ve got some sort of slick, Iâ??m sure Iâ??ve have a condom somewhere in my pants," he suggested playfully. There certainly wasn't any sort of hunger in his voice as he eyed the doctor.
 
There might have been the slightest hint of a smile on the doctor's face for just the briefest moment as he regarded the other man, his fingers playing along the exposed length; there was a crassness to Graverobber that would never dissappear, and while Nathan wasn't the sort to be obscene - well, it was just a bit difficult to take offense to much of anything considering what he was doing to the man right then.

Though, taking care of his own developing problem wasn't something Nathan could seem to bring himself to do; he seemed almost too embarrassed by the concept to actually do it, even though it would probably go a long way for the insane levels of stress that the doctor carried around from day to day.

One step at a time, however.

Another flick of his tongue, and then he took Graverobber into his mouth again, mindful this time of how far he could take him in, and he tried moving his mouth over him a few times, one hand going to his sac, toying and teasing him while he paid attention to all of the twitching muscles.
 
Graverobber watched Nathan hesitate, just for a moment, and laughed: a rough bark that was several times louder than their current level of whispers. Doc was nervous. It was perhaps one of the sweetest things heâ??d seen: the man who currently examining anotherâ??s erection with his fingers was too shy to toss one off. That laugh quickly devolved into a strangled sound, more like a moan than anything else.

Nathan was a quick study.

â??Come on, Doc,â? he said impishly, twisting as much as his restraints allowed as Nathan practiced on his dick. â??Evenâ??â?? The dealer sucked in a lungful through his teeth as deft fingers played lower. â??Even you can understand how good itâ??d feel to get off doing this.â? His pale face was turned down to Nathan, pupils dilated as he licked his lips, then, in the same gentle, instructional voice from before whispered, â??Just slip your hand down, Doc. Makes this whole thing better, trust me.â?
 
It was the first time that Graverobber had referred to him by his job title and for some strange reason, Nathan found the sound of it appealing coming from the scavenger. At the sound of the instruction, he made his fingers tightened on Graverobber's thigh, digging into his muscles; he was doing his best to ignore the gentle urging from the other man, but he could feel himself flushing again, suddenly hyper-aware of the ache between his legs.

He shifted on the chilly floor, moving himself forward, trying at once to ease the pressure and make it easier to access Graverobber; the hand on the man's thigh slipped up to his hip, and his fingers continued to stroke the delicate sac, fondling him while he took as much of the man's length into his mouth as he could, sucking lightly.

Some part of him reminded him of how undignified this was, how innappropriate and foolish this entire tryst had been - but he found himself batting those thoughts away, because the sound of Graverobber's moans outweighed any doubts or concerns that the doctor had. He didn't even know when he had started doing it, but he moved his mouth away to tug Graverobber's trousers further down his body, and he was leaning in and placing kisses along the man's hipbone, a strangely sweet motion, but it took him several moments to realize what he was doing. Almost immediately, he moved back to what he had been doing, engulfing Graverobber's cock in his mouth again.
 
The wonderful thing about Graverobberâ??s face paint was that it hid any sort of embarrassing discoloration, unlike the good doctorâ??s bare skin, which gave away any sort of blush. Nathan probably didnâ??t have to worry most days about his ears, neck and face reddening: he didnâ??t have Rottiâ??s temper nor, until now, any sort of lovers to coax his cheeks to brighten.

It was such a shame, he thought as he gave an aborted buck into Nathanâ??s mouth, that his current position didnâ??t allow Graverobber to give the father something truly worth blushing about. Nathan was being soâ?¦ gentle with him, though. Warm lips pressed into the bump of his hip producing, for a reason he couldnâ??t quite fathom, shivers that ran down his spine like a sudden current of electricity. He was over sensitive, achingly hard and absolutely at the manâ??s mercy and each of those almost tender kisses were making him quiver.

Nathan recovered first, swallowing down his erection again, this time just a little less hesitantly. â??Scratch me,â? Graverobber hissed, straining against the bonds in an attempt to hurt himself: he had to chase away the earlier kindness if he was going to get off. The bastard had to go and ruin a perfectly good blowjob by injecting something like affection into it.
 
Moderately embarrassed by his own moment of tenderness, Nathan found himself behaving as though he was trying to make up to it, and some part of him wondered when affection had become taboo - he had already crossed personal boundaries he had never even considered before Graverobber had barrelled into his life, he had done things with the other man that he hadn't even considered for nearly two decades, so he wondered why he was viewing such warmth as something he should avoid.

And, even more pressing, why he found himself wanting to dote upon the tramp with such sentiment.

But he knew that thinking was a mistake right then, and instead he grazed his teeth roughly against Graverobber's shaft, his fingers digging into the man's hip hard enough to bruise.
 
Better. Much better. The doctorâ??s actions now couldnâ??t be mistaken for tenderness, which made Graverobber feel a lot less paranoid about the whole situation. He did not, after all, think it was a good thing to have Nathan Wallace spoiling him since heâ??d seen how he took care of his own kid. He shuddered, his whole body pulling taught: the dealer was close and, in revenge for that earlier slip of kindness, he wouldnâ??t tell Nathan.

Not that the old man couldnâ??t figure it out. He might have been in sexual exile since Graverobber was theoretically in primary, but certainly even the doctor could recognize the signs of an approaching orgasm. Graverobber had gone quit (perhaps the biggest sign) save for shallow breathing and little sounds of pleasant desperation when his torturer nicked him in just the right way, his shoulders rolled forward and his head drooped in his restraints though he kept his eyes open to watch.

It was the image of Nathan on his knees, brow furrowed slightly in concentration and glasses almost slipping down his nose that pushed him over the edge with a choked cry.
 
There it was; Graverobber had gone quiet - or at least, he had stopped forming coherent words, and he had been reduced to breathy noises, little gasps and groans. Nathan felt all of the scavenger's muscles tensing and beginning to shudder and twitch - being inexperienced in this particular activity, it may have been wiser to pull away and finish Graverobber off with his hand, but the doctor had decided to go through with it in its entirety. After all, he knew what was going to happen; his eyes slid slowly upwards moving to Graverobber's face, and there was a moment of heated eye contact, and the sight of the other man with that - look - on his face made Nathan groan a little himself.

And then the muscles shuddered violently, and Nathan ducked his head down, swallowing - it was thick and bitter, and there was almost too much of it. He continued to move his mouth over Graverobber once the shudders and gasping had died down, and when he finally pulled away he looked up at the other man breathlessly, flushed, and he had to run his tongue over his bottom lip to remove some of the excess.

He could be ashamed of himself later, he decided, as he watched Graverobber try to catch his breath.
 
Graverobber was very aware that, like every other human on the planet, the way his face contorted as he came was more than just a little silly. This was perhaps the greatest evidence that the good doctor was honestly attracted to him: instead of pulling away and giggling the dealer could hear him moan around his mouthful.

Ugh. Graverobber hissed, body twitching every time that clever tongue slipped around his softening cock. The stimulation was too much, not quite painful but close and the longhaired man nearly whimpered, pale fingers curling against the armrests. He was sucking down gulps of air, lips parted as he watched the pale pink of Nathanâ??s tongue trace his own lips, catching stray cum.

The dealer couldn't help but stare, chest heaving, at the mild mannered father on his knees with the flushed face and bright eyes behind those square, thick frames.

â??Very nice,â? he managed shakily, slumping down in the chair as much as his restraints allowed. â??You didnâ??t have to swallow, though."
 
Nathan wasn't quite sure how to respond; a shrug somehow didn't seem appropriate, but after a long moment he finally rose from where he had been settled on the ground, and all at once he realized that his legs had fallen asleep, and that he was so painfully hard that standing suddenly seemed like a terrible idea. For a moment he had to lean a hand onto the wheelchair to balance himself, and once he got his equilibrium, he regarded Graverobber sideways for a moment,

"I suppose I have to let you go at some point," he said, and decided it would probably be courteous to cover the other man, given that the temperature of the room wasn't particularly pleasant for that part of the anatomy, and he may have stroked Graverobber a few more times before he pulled the fly back up and arranged the other man neatly, even pulling his shirt back into place.

"But you seem much more agreeable this way." he added as he undid the straps around the tramp's ankles, and then removed them from his wrists.
 
â??That would probably be good.â? Now that he no longer had Nathanâ??s mouth to distract him, he noticed the chill of the room especially on his still slick cock. Nathanâ??s mind was working more quickly than his own still fuzzy one and, before he could ask, the other man was tucking him into his own pants, a little more handsy than needed. Dark lips twisted as he simultaneously attempted to get more touch and to pull away because it was simply too much.

As soon as his hands were free, Graverobber examined his wrists, noting the way the pale skin had gone red. There would be bruises soon though the bones and tendons already ached. â??â??Agreeableâ?? isnâ??t the word youâ??re looking for, Doc,â? he teased, leaning back as he took in the trim, well-dressed figure in front of him. Nathan was still the perfect example of a middle-aged gentleman save for one rather large problem. The dealer smirked, leaning forward so he could cup the rather obvious hard-on the mild, older man was sporting.

â??The offerâ??s still open,â? Graverobber murmured lowly, fingers examining the clothed erection while blue eyes stay fixed on Nathanâ??s face.
 
Nathan shuddered visibly when the other man's hand pressed against his hard-on, and he found himself locking eyes with Graverobber; he watched him for a long moment, and the temptation was nearly overwhelming because the thought of a warm body against his own would be comforting, would make him stop thinking - and Graverobber was so willing and vocal. Hearing something other than screams of terror -

- and then he thought about Lazarus, with his rainbow-coloured dreadlocks, just the way Graverobber did them, a young and filthy man, a scavenger just like Graverobber. Same wide eyes, same scathing attitude.

Nathan turned away then, and he was suddenly pacing the room, his hand to his chin,

"He killed you today." he said, his tone almost conversational, "Looked like you, anyways, Rotti Largo made sure of it."

He turned sharply on his heels to look at Graverobber again, the lenses of his glasses flashing under the bright lights,

"I'm telling you this so you can take it as the warning it was meant to be. Your - landlord - can attest to it." Nathan said. He wasn't entirely sure why he was telling Graverobber - maybe because he felt the other man had to know, one way or another, that Largo's bloodlust was worsening, that maybe somehow Graverobber would learn from the warning, even if it meant staying away. He struggled for something to say, then finally added, "You might want to - lay low, if you know how."
 
Graverobberâ??s smile spread lazily as he kept his hand moving. He had him. He could see the way Nathanâ??s pupils dilated and his face colored, and he knew that the doctor would say â??yesâ?? this time. It had been a long time since heâ??d let a man do this: women and scrawny bitches were generally safer in that he could over power them if things started to go wrong. Nathan, under that conservative suit, was nearly as strong as him and better practiced; what he lacked in raw strength he made up through experience. The older man was dangerous and the thought of putting himself in such a vulnerable position shouldnâ??t excite him as much as it did.

Heâ??d have to examine this obnoxious trust heâ??d developed.

But then Nathan was turning away and Graverobberâ??s hand dropped to the wooden arm rest. The dealer cocked his head to the side, listening, not entirely sure who 'he' was, but that detail wasnâ??t important. The bit that was important was the fact that Largo had hunted down a man that looked like him and had him killed, either by the night surgeon or in front of him.

And Ray. Graverobber pursed his lips, eyebrows drawing together. People like Ray invited troubles like he did junkies. Being caught up with the old man in any way was risky, almost like, say, boning a Repossession Agent on Rotti's personal shit list.

â??He hasnâ??t killed me yet,â? he remarked smoothly. Graverobber was good at what he did, and he did quite a few things. He was Amberâ??s (in her mind, personal) dealer, he habitually stole from GeneCo sponsored events and more than one GENcop had seen his face, lit up in the low light of the graveyards so it wasn't as if Rotti Largo didn't know who he was. The GeneCo owner had even used him. He propped his elbows up on the chair, long, white fingers steepled in front of him. If Largo had found out about their interaction, which he had, and he hadnâ??t killed the dealer yet to plunge Nathan back into solitude, he must have a reason. â??Besides, if I lay low, I lose my territory and my livelihood. And you yourself know how futile it is to hide in this city.â?
 
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