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Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

â??That wasnâ??t my fault, the Zydrate,â? Graverobber managed after stubby nails left ten lines of pure pleasure down his back. Not enough to scratch but just enough pain to leave him hissing in Nathanâ??s ear. For some reason, his own mind was just a little fuzzy, just a little too slow, and he had barely even heard Nathanâ??s resâ??

Oh, right. The alcohol. That would work for his advantage as well. The doctor was relaxing pleasantly, body loosening, and the ingested brandy would help him just a little more. â??I do think,â? he said conversationally, pulling back so he could run his hands down thin, muscled arms, pulling them off him, â??that you are currently resting on the same pillow I wiped my hand on this morning.â?

His smile was positively predatory as he pulled up a hand, pressed a kiss to the palm then sucked a finger into his mouth, tongue swiping over the calloused, rough skin. He had dropped the other hand so he could reach down into his pocket, fishing out the scarf as his head bobbed.
 
"No, not your fault at all," Nathan agreed unconvincingly, thinking back to the time he had gone in search of Graverobber, trying to sort out the snippets of memory that Repo had left him with; Graverobber, even after realizing who he was, had still come too close that night and had gone as far as brushing the Zydrate gun up against his throat - and the lingering threat had set him off. He still wouldn't say that he had over-reacted, however.

Nathan added almost chastisingly,

"I'm not sure what you expected to happen."

After all, Repo didn't take kindly to being made the victim.

Nathan's eyes moved to the pillow that he was laying on, and a grimace slowly moved across his face, the compulsively clean part of him causing twitches of irritation at the idea - but again, he found himself distracted by Graverobber, because his hand was being assaulted, and the simple motion of a tongue against his fingertip nearly made him groan. It occurred to him then that the brandy he'd had earlier might have been a poor idea, because his self-control was being frayed easily by the scavenger right then.
 
Once he had properly cleaned Nathanâ??s finger with his tongue (though, considering the things he put in his mouth, from greasy take away to more-sterile pricks, â??cleanâ?? might not have been a proper word for what he did), Graverobber nosed down to press his waxy lips against the fine bones in the otherâ??s wrist. Unlike the doctor, he had had the time to re-apply his make up: he had expected to be working tonight, and only the serendipitous find of chocolate had led him back.

At least, thatâ??s what he liked to believe.

Graverobber nipped delicately at the pulse point, fingers curling around Nathanâ??s hand as he rolled the arm back. Not painfully, but as he brought the second one over the manâ??s grey head, he knew the rough bite of old, worn fabric would be tickling his inner arm and wrist.

â??Trust me?â? he whispered, pressing his chest against the thinner one beneath him. Graverobber certainly didn't expect an answer towards the positive, so quick fingers loosened that scarf as he attempted to hold the good doctor's wrists down with one of his own, much large hands.
 
Nathan felt almost boneless as Graverobber kissed along his wrist; he could feel the waxiness of the man's make-up along his skin, the trail of warmth that the motion was causing - it took him a moment to realize his eyes had slipped shut, letting the gentle buzz of pleasure and alcohol move through him. It was something the doctor would normally fight, but he didn't seem to have the drive to do so this time around.

But then there was a cold sensation as Repo clawed and slithered along his spine, it was a feeling that sprang up as he felt Graverobber beginning to move his arms up over his head; Nathan's eyes opened then, the pupils dilating in the light, and he found himself looking at the other man. He cocked his head to the side at the question,

"What -?" Nathan began, but there was no time to finish, because there was one large hand gripping his wrists, holding his arms up above his head.

Pinned under the other man, he didn't even think before he began to suddenly and violently struggle beneath Graverobber, overcome by the realization that he had allowed himself to be trapped, had given up the position of control in his inattentiveness. His movement was limited, so all he managed to do was flex one arm enough to bring an elbow around into the side of Graverobber's face.
 
Graverobber spat out curses and blood from where the old manâ??s bony elbow had connected with his mouth and nose. But he had expected struggling: he was starting to learn the man, knew, for example, that he would have to keep anything important away from those straight, white teeth. Nathan might be a civilized gentleman, with his pressed suits and drab colors, but Repo would be ghosting right at the surface, waiting to rip out the grave robberâ??s throat in a way no civilized man like Nathan would ever consider.

It was sick, but he liked dragging out that dark side. Unlike Rotti and his, though, he had no sick desire to torture Nathan. A cold chill spread out from right about the level of his lungs and clawed its way to his limbs.

He just wanted the man whole.

Lucky for him, the squirming, thrashing body beneath him distracted him from any more heart stopping realizations. â??Calm down,â? he hissed, pressing his body down harder and wrapping the thin wrists in a way that would have made Shilo proud. â??Relax, Nathan. Iâ??m not going to hurt you.â? He kept up a low litany of soothing words as he pulled a hand down for his own belt. God, that must look bad. His mind flashed back to thousands of similar images heâ??d seen: some he had walked past and some he had halted. â??Let me get rid of that crick in your back,â? Graverobber whispered, feeling that he had to explain himself for the first time in years.
 
There was a grim sort of satisfaction when his elbow hit something solid, and there was a spray of blood and curses, and the moment Graverobber reeled from the hit, Nathan's squirming doubled, but he was still unable to get any leverage from his legs to shove the other man away, or to shift the position or - anything. Frustrated, he felt Repo trying to take over, enraged that he was being held down - this just wasn't supposed to happen to the monster, even if Nathan Wallace was in control at the time, this body wasn't meant to be pinned or caged.

Repo did not submit to anyone.

His wrists were secured together, and the anger escaped him in a snarled threat, the gravelly pitch and rawness of it making it clear that, even just for a moment, Graverobber's old friend had surfaced:

"Come closer and I'll relieve you of your throat." he growled, baring his teeth like an animal would when Graverobber reached for his belt - but the expression dissappeared as quickly as it had emerged as Repo was shoved back into his cage, back where he belonged while he was in the Wallace home.
 
â??I figured you would.â? Graverobberâ??s belt slid out from the loops, worn leather easy to warp and bend. He made sure that he tied the side without the belt buckle to the cloth restraining Nathanâ??s hands, not wanting to give the man any extra weapon to strike him with. Bone was bad enough, the heavy metal skull heâ??d nicked from a body long ago would risk him another concussion.

Being at the surgeonâ??s mercy after pulling this stunt was not a healthy idea: heâ??d wake up gelded if he did wake up.

The old, heavy bed with itâ??s dark wood and intricate carving looked like it was once a four-poster but the curtains had long been removed. Perfect. â??Thatâ??s why Iâ??m keeping my throat and my balls away from your mouth,â? he said conversationally, fingers testing his newest knots. Wonderful. They shouldnâ??t give unless Nathan got a hold of one of the many knives in the house, but he had checked: nothing sharp under the pillow. Graverobber dropped his head to press a kiss to the inside of Nathanâ??s elbow, feeling the warmth of skin even through the shirt. He took a deep breath, recognizing both the doctorâ??s artificially fresh scent and something that smelled just a little of death. Strong hands started rubbing along the tight, lanky muscle of his upper arm, careful not to give him a friction burn.

â??Iâ??m going to have to open your shirt and get rid of your pants for all this, you know,â? he said softly, attempting to wring out the old, settled tension in the manâ??s limbs.
 
Remnants of frustration lingered in the doctor's expression while he fought Repo back, it was a bizarre feeling, the adrenaline from his darker side mixed with the fuzzy warmth that the alcohol was still insisting upon him - it left him unsure of whether he wanted to sleep or kill, but as the belt was used to secure his hands to the headboard, the latter option was looking like the more favoured one.

For a moment, he tugged furiously at the bonds, showing a surprising amount of strength when his pulling actually caused the headboard to shift and then snap back against the wall, but there was no give in the ropes. He should have expected as much; it seemed like the sort of thing Graverobber would be knowledgeable about, and a part of Nathan was appreciative of the worksmanship on the knots - though he wasn't exactly in the mindframe to enjoy it.

"Untie me and I might be less inclined to maim you next time I see you." Nathan rasped, and he watched as Graverobber leaned in and pressed a kiss against the elbow that had struck him; there was a small amount of blood spotting the otherwise pristine fabric, and now there was a smudge of black lipstick over it. Rather than thinking about how unclean it was, he found himself wishing he hadn't made Graverobber skittish about getting too close, because he wanted to pull the man's bottom lip between his teeth.
 
Graverobber was more worried about the old fabric giving than his knots: one got used to disassembling tangles in his career, both accidental and purposeful, and working backward had given him a pretty good idea of what worked and what didnâ??t. Often, he had all night to work at a particularly nasty one, laying on top of a dusty corpse in an spacious tomb. Ignoring the public service announcements, he rather liked the quiet.

Tonight was anything but. â??Give me a quarter of an hour and youâ??ll also be less inclined to maim me,â? the younger man said cockily, his voice going nasal as he pulled away to turn let his head fall back. He could feel the nasty mix of snot and blood running down the back of his throat, blinking away tears as the burn subsided to something more like a throb. That finished, he stood, careful to get out of range of Nathanâ??s legs quickly so he could go to the bathroom dig up something to clean up the blood.

There was the sound of running water, quickly cut off, before he returned, drying his face off on the discolored cloth of his shirt that sent Nathan into such seizures of the checked urge to clean. The dealer stood there for a moment, clean face impassive as he considered Nathan before rapidly grabbing a hold of the manâ??s thighs so he could climb back up on the bed. â??Shame I donâ??t have another hand,â? he said pleasantly, leaning down to undo the fly with teeth and lips. He prayed the man didnâ??t have some sort of crazy all-button thing going on: this skill was more novelty than useful, so he didnâ??t actually practice it daily.
 
Nathan looked unimpressed by Graverobber's cocky promise; he was unblinking as he watched the other man and annoyance was the most obvious feeling being portrayed right then, in place of the usual blank expression. He could hear the bubbling, almost liquid sound in Graverobber's voice and he realized it was from the nosebleed,

"He doesn't take being tied up very well," Nathan said flatly, though it was clear that the doctor himself didn't take it too well either, though somewhat less violently than his darker side did, "I can help you with that, I just need my hands. Nosebleeds can be nasty."

He was trying to talk his way out of it with - what, promise of medical attention? Fantastic. Repo gave a derisive snort at the doctor's sad attempt at negotiation, but the doctor politely reminded the monster that his particular attempt hadn't exactly gotten them free either.

When Graverobber dissappeared into the bathroom, he began to yank on the rope again, tilting his head back in an attempt to view the knots in more detail, but finding himself unable to bend enough to fully view it. The doctor may have sworn under his breath once or twice as he tried to shift himself to see it - it was likely a ridiculous sight, Nathan Wallace dishevelled, tipsy, furious, and trying to engage in a feat of contortionismm while tied to a bed, but it was the best he had right then.

He gave a start, however, when hands clasped his thighs, and the muscles twitched under Graverobber's fingers and he jerked his head back up to look at the other man, eyes searching for a moment, only to find the scavenger was tugging his fly down - with his teeth. The sight stirred a now familiar hunger in the doctor, but at the same time caused a bizarre nervousness inside of him as he realized he wouldn't be able to hold any form of control over what was happening.

"I have two, if you'll let me use them." Nathan tried.
 
â??Sure,â? Graverobber said, leaning back to put his weight on the good doctorâ??s shins. Not enough to hurt, no, he didnâ??t want to actually cause the man pain, but enough that he wouldnâ??t have that well-dressed knee in his crotch. Even though they sometimes betrayed him, Graverobber, like most men, was attached to his balls and wished to keep them as intact as possible. â??As much as you let me use mine earlier, Doc,â? he teased, keeping his voice light. He was not a threat, nooooo, not at all.

Of course, if he didnâ??t convince Nathan of that, heâ??d have to leave the man tied up while he hoofed it to safer ground. But the dealer had faith in his skills.

Fingers ghosted up the manâ??s torso, picking at polished buttons the color of the ocean at night. He hummed as he worked, revealing the pale, muscled chest dusted with hair that was even turning grey. â??Very nice,â? he breathed, examining where the light cast shadows on his chest and stomach with calloused pads. The thief was attempting to coax that low arousal back into the doctorâ??s frame. â??Shame that I have to turn you over. Think you can help with that? No hands,â? he added before Nathan even had the chance to ask.
 
Nathan almost grumbled as he begrudgingly acknowledged that the scavenger had a point; three times now, he had mercilessly bound the other man - twice, simply so he could take sexual advantage of his helplessness, just so he could watch him squirm and struggle, and hear him beg, because there was something positively stimulating about Graverobber's baritone when he was desperate. Even though the time on the couch had ended with a poisoning, everything leading up to it had been pleasant -but he had been careful not to get himself into the same position.

Up until then anyways.

But this was a new territory for Nathan - this had the option of being pleasant, for one. For another, it involved him completely conceeding his usual control; admittedly the power shifted between them often, though Graverobber's seemed to come from the fact that Nathan couldn't bring himself to kill the scavenger, even though he'd had more than ample opportunity. Nathan had been used to getting the upper hand during their struggles despite being older and smaller - so having Graverobber physically in control was unnerving.

Granted, some of the nervousness ebbed away when he felt those fingers moving up his torso, the muscles of his stomach and sides twitching as the touch shifted over them,

"I'll need my shins back, at the very least." Nathan said, eyeing Graverobber apprehensively. Repo helpfully supplied the information that, with a free leg, he could probably at least kick the other man once or twice.
 
He had promised not to taste, not yet, not while he was coaxing, but for some reason the way the older manâ??s stomach muscles rippled under his fingers made him throw that promise out the window like so much proverbial bath water. The dealer bent down to dive his tongue into the doctorâ??s navel than across tight muscles. For an old man, Nathan really was in good shape, and he mentioned this as he sat up.

It felt good, very good, to have Nathan on his back and he wished he had had the time to get him out of the vest and shirt. As nice as the material looked hanging off his shoulders, he would have loved to see the arms flex, long and lanky and very unlike the thin muscles of junkies and scalpel sluts, who did nothing vigorous save for sex.

â??Will you be good?â? Graverobber slithered up the manâ??s body, one hand sliding beneath him to splay on his lower back and angle him up. There was warmth, there, under his palm and it struck him as so very different from the PVC and leather Rotti dressed Nathan up in. It reminded him suddenly that Nathan was very alive and very present and, for some reason, that didnâ??t annoy Graverobber. Usually, hands and voices and bodies frustrated him like some crap light buzzing in a recently vacated house: noise, constant and unceasing and ultimately useless. But with Nathan, he wanted to keep the conversation up, wanted to hear that gentle (though now angry) voice.

Heâ??d gone completely off his nut. â??You give me a chance and if you really donâ??t like it, Iâ??ll let you up,â? Graverobber said, slipping away so Nathan could turn over.
 
A soft, audible breath escaped Nathan when Graverobber's tongue laved across his stomach, twitching and shifting beneath the other man to try and deal with the waves of sensation, lifting himself enough that he was able to see Graverobber though with his arms over his head he was rather limited in mobility.

One eyebrow cocked at the question and he realized that the other man was mulling over whether to give him the use of his legs for the time it took to move - which, frankly, didn't seem so unreasonable given all of the helpful tips that Repo was filing. If Repo was the one in control right then, he imagined the reply would have been somewhat crass, but given that the doctor was the one in charge, he simply gave a small nod after a lengthy hesitation, even though he was a little alarmed by what he was agreeing to. The very idea of having his back to someone was cause for discomfort, and it made Repo even angrier.

When Graverobber rose from the bed to allow the doctor some space, he used his feet to push himself up a little more, and he warily eyed the other man, feeling rather ridiculous with his shirt wide open, but after a moment he managed to maneuver himself onto his front, ending up with a face-full of pillow. He quickly remembered what Graverobber had done to the pillow, however, and turned his face away from it, mildly irritated.

"This is ridiculous, by the way," Nathan added, with as much snark as he could manage to inject right then while he was tied up, dishevelled, and slightly tipsy.
 
Graverobber watched Nathan turn over with perhaps a little more interest than the good doctor would have found necessary. He was, after all, extremely pleased to watch those limbs in action and, for a moment, that little bum in the air. â??Only a little,â? he agreed, bending down so he could run a hand up the older manâ??s spine. Sadly, he could easily feel every bump along the manâ??s back and he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

â??Come on, Doc. You should know better.â? He dropped his ridiculously colored head to follow his hands with his mouth, pushing shirt and vest up. Nathan had never let him see his back, certainly hadnâ??t allowed him to tongue his way up his spine then down again to the small of his back. That was much too vulnerable, after all.

It warmed his cockles, it honestly did. Or, rather, it certainly warmed something. He could understand why Nathan loved having control: it was thrilling to know that powerfully fucked up man was unable to do a thing.

And Graverobber would never abuse that power.

Well, not until he had him a little more relaxed again.

Strong fingers started pressing into Nathanâ??s back, searching out knots of a different sort to unravel.
 
There were other reasons he hadn't given Graverobber access to his back, and they became obvious when every muscle twitched and spasmed at the light touches that were grazing along his skin. He felt the fingers move up his spine, mapping out his vertebrae and he couldn't summon a response for Graverobber's slight chastising because he knew the man was right - not just as a doctor, but also as a father, he should have been paying a little more attention to his health. He was thin - too thin, but he simply hadn't been able to bring himself to be concerned, he had other things to worry about,

"Been busy." Nathan finally managed to get out, and his back arched very slightly at the tongue moving along his back - it sent little jolts down his body, but it was nothing in comparison to the sensation when Graverobber's fingers dug into muscle. His eyes immediately fell closed when the man's thumb pressed into a tensed cord of muscle just beneath his shoulderblade; it was a deep, burning pain that felt bizarrely good, a strange sort of relief that caused a small groan of appreciation to escape the doctor.
 
So Nathan was sensitive back here. Graverobber couldn't say he was all that surprised: give any body part about seventeen years of no touch outside of clothing and the odd congratulatory pat, and nerves would ache for it. Least that was his theory; he hadnâ??t gone a week with out touch in his life.

â??Right. Stalking an honest grave robber is hard work.â? He felt the muscles under his fingers tense, then relax, taking the lump of unfocused energy away in the unwinding. Nathan probably hadnâ??t had the chance to relax since the kid was born and Graverobber didnâ??t even want to know the years that had shaved off his life.

Instead of doing that morbid mental calculation, he focused on chasing down every corded and taught muscle. He hadnâ??t done this for anyone before, but the concept was simple: keep touching till the muscle softened, listen to the sounds the doctor made and try not to do anything that looked like it hurt. He even braved rubbing the back of Nathanâ??s neck, half expecting that heâ??d rouse Repo again. â??Still want to kill me, Doc?â? he asked, resting a hand on the manâ??s back. The attention had drawn all his blood up to the surface of his skin and Graverobber couldnâ??t help but admire the heat and color, surprised that the surgeon could actually drum up that much sanguine.
 
The doctor responded to Graverobber's touches with a quiet sort of enthusiasm, his body twitching subtly upwards when the scavenger found a particularly sensitive or pleasant spot, small sighs and slowly relaxing muscles came from the brief moments of pain on the overly tense spots. He tensed only for a moment when Graverobber's hand slid up, but the feeling of the fingers digging into the hard, tight muscles in his neck and shoulders felt too good to resist, and Repo didn't surface this time.

Nathan went to respond, but all that came out was a low mumble, and he had to take a moment to sort himself out and try to find his voice again,

"Might keep you around a bit longer." he said finally, his eyes half-lidded.
 
â??Oh, good. I was very afraid that a man with his hands tied to the bed post would kick me out.â? Graverobber dragged his nails down the doctorâ??s thin sides, noting the very faint protrusions: ribs, then. Nathan might not be deathly underweight (and he had seen that before), but he was pushing the limit. The dealer cocked his head to the side, taking a minute to let Nathan settle before he reached down for the pants.

He spoke as he slipped the material down Nathanâ??s ass and thighs, â??I donâ??t think youâ??ll want me around in a few minutes.â? Graverobberâ??s voice was almost cheerful as he exposed the good doctorâ??s bum for the first time and he could take in the expanse of pale skin. Obviously the man wasnâ??t one for heading to a reclaimed beach and soaking up the artificially bright sun.

â??Youâ??re a lot more agreeable this way,â? he quipped, tugging boxers and slacks off so heâ??d be able to spread Nathanâ??s finely muscled legs properly. â??Itâ??ll be a shame to let you go." A hand came up to rub right where buttock met thigh.
 
With his head off to the side, Nathan cocked one eyebrow even though he was unsure Graverobber had seen it; there was a new sort of boldness to the scavenger, undoubtedly because he had recognized that he was very much in control of the situation. After all, the doctor was relatively relaxed, face-down, and secured to the headboard - beyond using his legs for a nasty strike, there wasn't a lot of risk left for Graverobber.

Though the man's words caused a stir of suspicion, and Nathan found himself trying to see the other man over his shoulder - it was near impossible with his position.

"Why -?" Nathan began, but then drew in a sharp breath, surprised when the man yanked his trousers and boxers down over his hips, leaving him bare except for the opened shirt and waistcoat that had been pushed up and off to the side. Like the rest of him, Nathan's legs and rear were lean; he was wiry from his work, and he felt himself flushing as his legs were spread, his thighs twitching when Graverobber's hands kneaded at them. This was a level of exposure and vulnerability that the doctor hadn't encountered before, and it left him wary.
 
Graverobber smirked, watching the blush claim Nathanâ??s ears and neck. This, he figured, was fair torture: the man could do with a bit more undignified sex in his life and, lucky for him, the dealer was there to offer that. â??You okay, Nathan,â? he asked sweetly, slipping a hand down to fondle him.

Most often, he had found, men were a lot more malleable when you had their balls in your hand.

He dropped his head down to press a kiss to the slight dimple just above the older manâ??s ass, chuckling. â??Youâ??re quite flat back here,â? he teased, free hand coming up to rub at the doctorâ??s lower back kindly. Graverobber, after all, knew very much how alarming it was to be trussed up while some psycho explored oneâ??s body with his mouth. Heâ??d just been in that position an hour back or so. Hands returned to Nathanâ??s cheeks and the grave robber couldnâ??t help but grin as he slipped a keen tongue down where the good doctor had probably never considered outside of the shower.
 
"I'm fine," Nathan gritted out, trying to fight the furious heat coming to his face, and he jerked when a hand moved between his legs, touching and fondling him, teasing a small moan out of the doctor; he felt the kiss at his tailbone, and suddenly his stomach twisted as he realized precisely how much control he had given up - and exactly how much Graverobber had right then.

Hands rubbing at his lower back, and Nathan was struggling for a response to the other man's observation, but anything he had planned to say suddenly turned incomprehensible in his head, because the scavenger had - spread him - and was currently using his tongue on a spot that Nathan had, aside from hygenic purposes, chosen to ignore his entire life. A noise of surprise escaped him, followed by a fumbled, breathy, and slightly angry response,

"What are you doing - you're depraved." he rasped, shocked - this was completely undignified.
 
After just the most subtle probe he could manage, the young man sat up, head tilted as he examined the surgeonâ??s lean ass. â??For rimming?â? he asked, deep voice warm with amusement. Graverobber sold drugs, spent most of his free time with the dead and rotting and got off on giving the GENcops a good chase, and he was depraved for a bit of oral sex with the good doctorâ??s star fish. â??Iâ??m the Catholic here and I havenâ??t got a problem with sodomy.â? Sharp, blue eyes took in the details appreciatively as he tapped a long, pale finger against that tensed ring of muscles.

A slow smile stretched across his lips. Maybe he could get Nathan to make that wonderfully breathy voice again. â??Just enjoy the depravity for a bit, Doc,â? the dealer teased, dropping his head so he could swirl his tongue across and down.

He made sure to keep Nathan spread obscenely, drumming his fingers lazily along the muscle just to remind him how absolutely undignified this was.
 
"Catholic!" Nathan repeated with a bark of laughter, and he very briefly considered saying 'Catholic my ass' but given his current position, he quickly rethought it. He supposed he had never exactly associated Graverobber with any sort of religious alignment, given the man's line of work and overall - approach - to life.

Of course, it was an easy assumption to make; just as people tended to assume that Nathan was a pious man because of his clean-cut appearance, his strict adherence to politesse, and the general quiet that surrounded him - but the truth was that Nathan had stopped believing in God a very long time ago.

He squirmed beneath Graverobber then, twitching unintentionally as the man stroked and touched him, and he shuddered when the man's tongue laved over him a second time, disturbed by the sensation and the fact that it wasn't unpleasant as he was sure it should have been. He found himself yanking on the bonds again then,

"Look," Nathan said, trying to sort out his suddenly swimming head, but finding himself cut off when the tongue slipped across him again, a small gasp escaping him.
 
Graverobber was roughly as Catholic as most Catholics were: he vaguely remembered crackers and a lot of Latin and he certainly didnâ??t mind muttering an odd prayer or two, anything to get him better odds, but he didn't have an honest religion. He was a Catholic because his mother and father had, when he was bald, little, and nearly just as filthy, given him to some old man whoâ??d sprinkled him with water and lit some sort of candle his mom had kept for years afterwards. Religion just didnâ??t come up for most folks save old men.

He arrowed his tongue down, probing, lapping and wriggling past the tense muscles. The taste wasnâ??t all that great: he wasnâ??t one of those giant fruits that lied and said they lived for the experience, but the idea of doing something so very dirty and physical to the good doctor made it more than worth any discomfort on his own part.

â??What am I looking at, Nathan?â? the dealer asked mildly, digging a hand into his pocket to pull out a packet of lube. Graverobber kept a few basics on him all the time: after all, you didnâ??t want to hurt the folks you were fucking, if for no reason other than blood spread diseases easier than a lack and he was a careful sort. He didnâ??t want his dangly bits to crust over and fall off because some whore had gone and caught every disease imaginable. Waiting for an answer (which he didnâ??t think heâ??d receive in any intelligent form), he leaned down to continue with his mouth, cringing only slightly when he tasted the astringent lube heâ??d coated his finger with.
 
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