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Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

Graverobber chuckled in Nathan's ear. His doctor was not the most talkative of men, but these caveman-like responses were a sure sign that the old man was enjoying himself. Maybe he'd find out how quickly his doctor could recover, but that was an experiment for another day, when he wasn't already dozing off. A bone-white hand drifted up, back to Nathan's stomach, exploring the lightly-furred muscles. Men Nathan's age were supposed to have a little extra around the waist and though he appreciated the doctor's trim form, he might have liked it better if it hadn't come from such a nasty job.

"But you are." For a moment, that fact made him feel... hurt. But that didn't make sense; after all, there were many things Nathan didn't tell him, just like there were many things he didn't tell Nathan. It wasn't personal, hell, it wasn't even any of his business. The dealer was quiet for a few moments to let the subject drop (long enough and silent enough that he almost dropped off, but the question was eating at him), then licked his own bruised lip and said carefully, "So do you have family?" He had mentioned his own, earlier, but Nathan hadn't really responded and the conversation had died out quickly afterwards.
 
Nathan did not reply to Graverobber's prompting; he knew it would be a poor choice on his part to tell the other man now - of course, in terms of someone with a medical license, he was doing something morally questionable by not even informing the scavenger that he would be going in for a lengthy and life-threatening surgery, but the doctor found himself grimly secure in the knowledge that, in the end, he had done much worse things. It didn't change what he was doing now but - at least his intentions in this case were of the good sort.

A small sigh left him from the hand exploring his chest and stomach while his own found the scars on Graverobber's chest and traced them intently; these days, the surgery was so much more advanced that it wouldn't leave scars quite like those ones - the scars now were thin, barely visible things that vanished almost entirely over time. Perhaps Graverobber would barely have a mark from the new surgery, once the healing was finished.

"Only Shilo," Nathan murmured, "The rest are gone."
 
Graverobber smiled lazily at the soft sounds escaping his doctor, unable to shake the intimate feeling of a good fuck. If he'd been smart, he would have run away long ago, but maybe, just maybe, the sighs and hands that examined his scars like they were memorizing their paths, maybe that was worth the inevitable pitfalls of caring about someone. It'd be nice to pretend he had a home for awhile, with folks to come back to.

He would just have to be careful not to get used to it.

The scavenger made a low sound of sympathy, though he couldn't really imagine Nathan as the sort that would enjoy a large family hanging over him. "Tough, Doc," he whispered in an attempt to keep the conversation open even though his limbs felt heavy. "Must be lonely." Oh, the kid was cute, no mistaking it, but you didn't go around confiding to your daughter, telling her all about your miserable job of murdering debtors. Graverobber wasn't a family man, but he was sure that was one of the first rules of parenting. He moved his head, bumping noses again so he could press a sleepy kiss to Nathan's lips. Unlike yesterday, the remains of the Zydrate in his system and tiredness from an honest night's work left him drowsy after ... Whatever it was that they did (the scavenger wasn't quite sure what to call it anymore) and if he had his way, he'd convince the old man to stay in bed all day. The kid would understand and it wasn't as if he and Ray enjoyed seeing each other.
 
Nathan seemed to consider Graverobber's statement for a long moment, looking up at the ceiling,

"I think it's worse for Shilo," he said; he often felt guilt for not letting her go out to make friends like she wanted to, but he was well-aware that people in their city didn't exactly make friends with eachother - they built small alliances to keep themselves alive, and that was the limit of the kindness. Most of the population would turn in anyone to save their own skin, and letting Shilo out there would be the equivalent of feeding her to wolves, "She's young and the only future she can see for herself is within the walls of this house - but she'll be well one day."

Once he found a cure.

A cure for the city, anyways; to make Shilo well, he knew he would simply need to stop her from taking her medication - she would go through withdrawal for a time, weaker for a while, but she would regain her strength. He was sure that when Rotti Largo was gone, things would be different, things could change because even if the Largo children wound up with control of GeneCo, they would never run it with the iron fist their father had - they were too lazy, too inattentive and sloppy and they would burn through the company's earnings in short order. They weren't business-minded, they were too absorbed by their own vices - Amber's drug habit, Pavi's sex addiction, and Luigi's violence; without their father around they would be free to be completely engrossed and controlled by it, destroy themselves with it.

Nathan realized a nasty little smile had touched his lips, and he pushed it away.

He returned the kiss, gentle - it was tempting, the idea of staying in bed with Graverobber all day, but things needed to be done - the scavenger needed to see Ray.
 
"And if she's not, Doc?" Graverobber fought the urge to rest his head on Nathan's chest, won and laid it down somewhere near his shoulder. Surprisingly, his doctor radiated heat. Apparently the exercise was good for him. Outside it was probably still sticky hot, the sort of heat that weighed heavily on the skin and lungs, but inside it was a pleasant, controlled temperature, cool enough that it felt good to pull up the blanket and ...

Not snuggle. Not snuggle at all. But move close to his doctor. And if he stuck his nose against the muscles of the older man's neck it was simply to warm the tip of it. Certainly not to take in Nathan's scent, the one hidden under layers of soap and disinfectant. Certainly not to nuzzle the little hairs a few centimeters behind his ear.

Certainly not.

But whatever he was doing, it felt good. The scavenger caught himself giving a self-satisfied sort of sigh, the kind that meant everything was, for that moment, right in the world. It was horrifying. Graverobber wanted to run, but instead he said (and with a chuckle, a chuckle!) "We should just stay here. Your kid will understand if Daddy wants to spend the day in bed with his fuckbuddy."
 
Nathan shook his head,

"That's not an option." he said simply; he guiltily acknowledged that Graverobber wasn't privy to all of the information, but there were things he couldn't really explain, things he didn't want to explain - partly because he was barely able to face himself as it was, and thinking too much about what he had to do to keep Shilo safe, beyond the life as a Repo Man, it made him sick with himself, "One day, she'll be well."

His hand slid up Graverobber's back when he leaned onto his shoulder, and he pressed his fingertips into the muscle around the man's spine, feeling the cords of it and admiring the sensation of skin.

"We can't," Nathan said, and regretted that he had to say it; he leaned his head so his jaw was pressing against Graverobber's forehead, "Bankole has to see you today."
 
Graverobber knew when a subject was too painful to continue with, so he dropped it for the moment. There was something there, under the surety of a father to make his baby well, and maybe for once he didn't want to know. But the scavenger dug his fingers everywhere, and while this may be more a personal issue than he usually dealt with, he'd figure it out.

Eventually.

Right now, though, he groaned and pressed a kiss to the patch of skin behind Nathan's ear. The hairs there were baby fine against hips lips as he examined the bump of bone. "Ray's used to me being late, Doc. Besides, he'll clean me out worse than Sweet." The man was an asshole like that; he seemed not to care that Graverobber was trying to make a living and liked to take his cut at warehouse prices. At least Amber gave good sex when she couldn't pay (though he rarely allowed her to take advantage of that form of payment less she think she'd get away with paying in carnal relations up against a wall every time). "I'll go see him later. Tomorrow."
 
Nathan made a small noise of satisfaction, like a cat that was being stroked when Graverobber mouthed behind his ear and he closed his eyes to the sensation, his fingers continuing to gently stroke along Graverobber's back - at this rate, they really wouldn't get out of the bed all day, and he knew he couldn't let that happen. The small movements from the scavenger's mouth were causing a warmth in his stomach again, so it was just another reason to stop it before it went any further - it was almost infuriating how easily Graverobber could stir arousal in him.

"It can't be tomorrow," Nathan said firmly, and his hands moved to the man's shoulders to lean him back a bit, forcing Graverobber to look at him, trying to make it clear that he was particularly serious about the matter, "It needs to be today. Soon."
 
This was another place where their ideas of what was infuriating or unacceptable differed: Graverobber got a pleasant sort of warmth in his stomach every time he heard the little sounds and felt the subtle shifts in muscle and skin that meant Nathan was enjoying himself in a way that wasn't completely platonic. His hand was in the process of slipping down to check the effects of his mouth on the good doctor's cock when Nathan pulled him away.

That made him nervous, but the scavenger gave Nathan a crooked smile. "Okay, Doc," he said, leaning in to press a kiss at the bump of a stubbled chin. "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd swear you and Old Ray were in business together to get my parts." Not that he had anything anyone outside of a desperate Donor would want. Another quick kiss to the lips and the grave robber was pulling away, stretching and letting the blankets fall from bare shoulders. "Come on, Doc. You can shower first."

Or, rather, get into the shower first.
 
Nathan quirked an eyebrow and looked Graverobber over for a moment,

"To be candid," Nathan said, "I'd really prefer to be the only one to have your parts, and rather like them where they're currently situated."

He considered, for a moment, that all of Graverobber's parts were situated on top of him right then and that what he had just said could be misconstrued, but really, he wasn't going to correct it because as it turned out, he was also just fine with that. He couldn't help it when a small smile flickered over his face at the little kiss, and then he let his eyes run down the line of the scavenger's body when the blankets were pulled away, and then he considered the trek to the bathroom; not about to do it naked - what if Shilo was up? - he made quick work of pulling on his night clothes.

He did his best not to look Graverobber over again before he headed out of the room and into the bathroom where he brushed his teeth, carefully shaved, and got into the shower, habitually turning the temperature cold to wake himself up.
 
Unlike Nathan, who feared for his little girl's virgin eyes, Graverobber had no such concern. Besides, she'd probably seen the male form, though only in Nathan's medical books (the scavenger imagined that Nathan spent only the least amount of time possible naked and the kid had probably not had a chance as a baby to stick her head in and see where Daddy differed) and he couldn't imagine she'd be that interested. After all, it was just Dad's boyfriend.

He probably shouldn't feel anything that could possibly be mistaken for 'warm' and/or 'fuzzzy' at that title (it was so... juvenile), but he did.

Nathan was infecting him.

The constant roar of falling water covered the sound of the door and his own footsteps. It was, he imagined, another blindspot for the old Repo Man: why would he expect an attack in the shower? Graverobber moaned internally, feeling the cool mist coming up above the curtain. Cold. Cold. Damn the man. Stealing himself against the low temperature, the scavenger slipped in, reaching immediately around Nathan for the handle.

"Fucking hell, Nate," he breathed into the older man's ear, voice barely audible over the water as he turned it towards scalding. "You always take cold showers like this? No wonder you look so drawn and grey."
 
Usually aware of his surroundings, it was true that Nathan had never thought to stay wary in the shower - under the stream of freezing cold water, he didn't think about much of anything except the fact that his skin was numb. He hadn't even heard the door open, or the footsteps; he'd had his eyes closed, and it wasn't even until Graverobber was behind him that he jerked, turning around and nearly falling against the other man. He looked up at Graverobber, hair plastered down to his forehead, eyes wide with surprise - but they snapped closed and his teeth clenched for an instant in response to the sudden temperature change, shoulders squaring from the difference.

He only took hot showers after Repo had taken over - it made him feel like he was burning out the monster, and usually afterwards, he would turn it cold again. He wasn't entirely sure why, but perhaps it was for the same reason that he refused to allow himself to enjoy much of anything.

"It wakes me up." Nathan said simply, blinking away the last of the cold water, which juxtaposed against the hot water that was moving down his body, beginning to colour his skin pink.
 
Strong hands had reached for him. Even if Nathan wasn't going to fall, even if the old doctor was scrappy and could take care of himself, the scavenger had no desire to explain a busted lip or unconscious home owner should he fall. Besides, Nathan's skin was wet under his hands. You couldn't say 'no' to a chance like that.

Once the water was warm enough (it was causing his skin to flush pleasantly; the grave robber, when he could help it, didn't like being cold), Graverobber stuck his face under the spray, spluttering joyously. For a moment, he ignored Nathan, pretended that he often stepped into the shower with his... lover, that this was an every day occurrence for him and not one that left him confused. After all, he didn't know what you did with people you liked, so he did the next best thing.

Theatrics.

But even then, the wide, false smile he turned to Nathan wasn't right. For one thing, it wasn't false. It even had a tinge of the painfully honest, like the sunny smile the old man had turned on him earlier that morning. "Yeah?" Graverobber pressed forward, brushing their lips together, fingers still resting loosely on the older man's biceps. "But what's the point of a shower if it isn't hot?"
 
Nathan continued to look startled for a long moment after; at this point, he had gone past being surprised that Graverobber had snuck up on him, now he was just surprised to see the other man showering. He wasn't about to protest of course, why would he? A clean, wet scavenger was not exactly repelling for Nathan, so he stepped back to let Graverobber have better access to the spray, only to find the man stepping towards him again a moment later, offering him a highbeam sort of smile that made Nathan suddenly aware of his own heartbeat.

He didn't want to think about what that meant; he was certain that he didn't want to know, or at least that right then, he didn't want to speculate.

"Well," Nathan said, one hand splaying out on Graverobber's chest, "To get clean, for one."
 
"Easier to get clean if it's warm, right, Doc?" Graverobber butted Nathan's jaw out of the way with his nose. The man wasn't all that much shorter than him, but under the water with his hair clinging to his skull and his eyes wide from surprise, the scavenger felt a possessive, protective urge tighten something below the level of his heart. That was an okay feeling: he was allowed to own. Anything past that was dangerous.

"I'm the one that should be getting clean." Another kiss, along the damp line of Nathan's jaw. "I'll have you know, lube up the ass is an odd feeling." He reached pass to fiddle with the shower head, turning the water closer to them. It was warm enough that even his toes were stinging with the heat.
 
Nathan was sure that there was meant to be some limit for them, that at some point they had each individually concluded that there was only a small amount of actual intimacy they would let themselves have with this strange relationship, but somewhere along the line, boundaries had been broken and their willpower along with it. The doctor couldn't have shaken it off even if he'd wanted to, he could only stay in place while Graverobber moved closer to him, kissed him, brought their bodies together; Nathan's eyes closed for a moment at the press of the man's mouth along his jaw and he found himself putting his hand's on Graverobber's hips, thumbs stroking at his hipbones,

"Hm," Nathan said throatily, "I believe I can sympathize."
 
"You know what you're doing, correct?"

"Of course, Ms. Largo."

"Good. The funds will be transferred to your account by the end of the week."

----

"I'm sure you can." Graverobber's voice was a low, amused rumble. Just a few days ago, his doctor would have run and hid behind Repo for something this intimate. And Graverobber, well, he would have run in his own way, off to whores that didn't make him smile like Nathan did. Because Nathan made him smile, wide and open and in a way that crinkled his eyes and made him hurt.

"It's not a bad feeling," he added, steering Nathan towards the tiled wall, pushing the older man against the cold, smooth surface. Steam had left it slick: one of Graverobber's arms slid up, resting his weight against his fore arm. "Being stretched. Sore. I could probably stand letting you do it again."
 
It wasn't often that Luigi Largo was asked for favours - mostly because everyone knew better than to approach him about anything, but if there was one thing he was able to respect, it was the hierarchy of power. As the sort who craved to one day be in control of others, Luigi had learned that it was to his advantage to find it in himself to take orders from people who had attained what he hoped to achieve - in this case, his father.

And besides that, this was a good order. This was the kind of order that was tailored just to his particular talents.

Luigi buffed his favourite knife; he had to wait, of course, but at least this was a favour he looked forward to doing.

----

Nathan let out a small huff of breath when Graverobber shoved him up against the wall, and his shoulders jerked back at yet another sudden change of temperatures; the water pouring down on them was achingly hot, while the porcelain tiles behind him were damp and freezing on his back and thighs,

"I'm not sure I could stand to," Nathan lied; he had been doing his best not to get distracted by Graverobber again that morning, but this wasn't exactly something he could ignore - the man had actually climbed into the shower with him, it was yet another unchartered territory for the doctor, and he found himself trying to sort out what he should be doing. Graverobber did need to see Bankole - of course, they had some time, but -

"I'm not as young as I used to be, you know." he added, and realized he trying to convince himself as well, because God help him, he was almost certain he could go on with Graverobber like this all day.
 
Graverobber's lips, pink without the dark blues or black of his lipstick, stretched, revealing mostly white teeth. "You're lying, Doc," he sang into the older man's ear, body following Nathan's so he could keep him against the wall. The feel of a wet body beneath his own was fantastic, good enough that he laughed in simple pleasure. The scavenger didn't understand why he was bordering on deliriously happy just to touch the old doctor, but he was; the other man's body fit his better than even the soft curves and hairless chests he thought he was more fond of.

"No rubber though, or I could just take you," he said, sadly, teasingly as he sucked in an earlobe. The hand that was still resting on Nathan's bicep reached up, fumbling with the shower head and turned it to a sharper angle, more on Nathan, to highlight that difference in temperature. "And you are getting old. Hate to have you slip in the tub." That smiling, mocking mouth moved up, pressing little kisses to the side of Nathan's face, noting that he had shaved, and when they kissed there was the remains of mint. "When we get home. Back, I mean."
 
Nathan managed not to look sheepish when Graverobber casually pointed out that he was, in fact, lying - but he didn't deny or confirm it, there wasn't really a need to, but he found himself hoping that his body would just listen to him this time, because Graverobber's water slicked body felt far too good against his own, and the combination of temperatures was doing strange things to him that left him acknowledging that, in a very short time he wasn't going to be able to object convincingly to anything. They couldn't stay at the house; Graverobber had an upcoming surgery, and explaining to Bankole that he'd left the surgeons waiting because they'd decided to fuck all day -

- Nathan gave a small groan at what the other man said, fingers pressing into his hips for a moment,

"Yes, I need to be careful in here, might fall and break a hip," Nathan agreed, and his eyes flicked over the other man for an instant, not missing the brief slip in words - it was somehow heart-warming to hear the scavenger refer to the big, aging victorian building as 'home', even if it was covered up quickly,

"When we get back, we'll see." Nathan added, knowing full well that Graverobber wasn't going to be in shape for much of anything for the next few weeks. He wouldn't be able to be on the streets, that was clear enough; it would be too risky and he would need time and rest to heal properly.
 
Noise spilled out out of the make-shift emergency room like a wave, cresting over Ray then seemingly dropping as he moved in, ears acclimating to the level of sound. The controlled chaos that was the hallmark of every good, busy hospital managed to distract him from his guilt of leaving Helen behind. He wanted to keep her safe and away from things that scared her, but she couldn't have the luxury of that, not with Largo breathing down his neck these days. For a moment, that thought made him hesitate, adding an odd, shaky step to his gait. With sudden clarity he realized he was a dead man, that he was now living with an approaching deadline.

Literally.

His smile was extra bright when he finally found Prana and the woman, near his age but holding up so much better (in his opinion), commented on this. "You're smiling too much, Taylor." Dark brown eyes examined him, noted the lack of his little shadow but said nothing concerning it before gesturing him away from the central activity. Prana was a beautiful woman, from the pepper and salt hair pulled back severely into a bun, to her delicate wrists that were often adorned in simple, gold bracelets when she wasn't at work to her uneven legs that left her with a limp and ended with feet clothed in colorful, often unmatched socks one could never see unless she pulled up the pantslegs of her scrubs. Ray stepped close, nearly resting his lined forehead on hers as she pulled out the paper work for the surgery. He might not like the grave robber, but his heart ached for Nathan who was young enough to be one of his own kids and destroyed in a way Rotti had hoped to do with him, so Prana was handling the surgery.

"It looks good to me. They'll probably be a little late. Save the lungs, if you would; we'll use them as a quick fix for the other transplant until we can find another pair."

----

As if he was objecting convincingly now. Graverobber tucked his head back against the older man's neck, the other side, and laughed again, low and warm against the line of Nathan's jaw. "I'll look forward to it, then," he teased, then brought his hands up to cup Nathan's face, kissing him again. His. His doctor. His almost-family with the old man that kept holos of a wife long dead and a girl locked in her bedroom that couldn't have more than a few grams of sugar at a time. But his.

Nathan was turning him into a softie. But that was okay: weaknesses like this were hidden away in this ugly, dull, uncolored house like Repo tucked away in the old doctor's psyche.

"It's going to be tough being good at Ray's." Graverobber rested his forehead against Nathan's, unknowingly mimicking the old man. "Especially once he takes all my Z. I think I'll need some sort of compensation before hand." The scavenger rolled his hips forward, adding, "Especially since I have no idea what's going on."
 
Nathan grimly acknowledged that Graverobber wasn't likely to feel optimistic about much of anything when they got back, in fact, he was quite sure the scavenger would have every reason to be furious with him for doing this so haphazardly - but there really hadn't been a way to plan this out, and he couldn't have left the lungs in his own home because -

- because he was trusting Repo less and less each day. He knew how the monster felt about the grave robber, and he wouldn't give it ample opportunity to destroy the scavenger's chance for a longer life.

A small sound escaped him when Graverobber rocked his hips forward, and the image of shoving the man face-first into the wall and taking him a second time was ridiculously tempting - but there was no protection readily available, and he wouldn't allow those urges to overtake the need to be responsible.

He regarded Graverobber through half-lidded eyes,

"Don't you ever run out of energy?" he asked mildly.
 
"Sure, Doc, but you keep feeding me and letting me sleep."

The grave robber kept a hand on Nathan's arm, pressing him against the tile as he examined their surroundings. Dark eyebrows drew together in concentration as he ran through the obviously very difficult logistical problem two men with long legs in a tub forced on him. His expressive face showed when exactly he came up with the solution, and he was still smiling when he turned his head back to Nathan.

Another kiss, lingering, then a wide grin. "Stay under the water," he commanded, free hand batting at the shower curtain (covered in, of course, faded, tasteful floral: Graverobber wondered if the old man's wife had decorated the place or if he had always been a giant pansy). He sat down at the edge, hissing from the cold on his ass and other private parts: Nathan had better know what he was doing for the old doctor. Hands slipped up slick legs, gripping his hips and pressing him against the wall just so the older man wouldn't fall and an eager mouth dove forward, taking his doctor's cock past his lips.

For some reason, Graverobber seemed to think that the old man needed to get every single orgasm he'd missed over the last seventeen years and the scavenger himself was the one that would help with that.
 
"Fair enough," Nathan murmured, watching the scavenger's face flit through multiple expressions in rapid succession, moving from a puzzled concentration to an expression of dawning realization - the latter of which caused Nathan to visualize a lightbulb above the scavenger's head, the image of which nearly made him laugh. It was ridiculous; he was certain that the scavenger had done something to his brain.

Though, at Graverobber's demand, Nathan went to move forward as though his mind automatically told him to disobey, only to find hands on his hips, shoving him back against the tiles. This time the doctor showed an expression of puzzlement, but it dissappeared rapidly because there was no questioning what was happening now; Graverobber had taken him into his mouth and Nathan gave a sharp groan, one of his hands falling to the man's shoulder, his hips twitching under the man's palms,

"Christ," Nathan rasped, looking down at Graverobber, fighting to keep from shutting his eyes because the sight was too stimulating to ignore.
 
The porcelain under his ass was still cold, miserably so, but the grave robber ignored it, focusing instead on Nathan's hips. They were lean, of course; Graverobber tapped a finger in admonishment against the bump of a hip bone. Somewhere along the line, when the care for boundaries flew out the window, care for his doctor's health came in to roost. The skin was warm under his hands, body tensing into little involuntary jerks of movement forward. He was soft, still, but that was changing; the scavenger was finding a new sort of delight in feeling Nathan grow hard in his mouth, as if he wasn't middle-aged, constantly exhausted and strict enough to fill the stern quota for two priests and a father.

Graverobber pulled his head away, shivering from the water trailing down his back. Damn. He should have pulled his hair forward or maybe gotten one of those stupid shower caps. There was a wide, stupid smile on his face as he looked up, one hand moving from Nathan's hip to wrap around his cock, jerking him off. "You might want to be quick, Doc," he teased, eyes bright as Nathan's erection slipped across his palm. "We haven't got all day." Graverobber leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the skin right below the doctor's navel.
 
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