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The Vulture and the Butterfly

The sound of Shilo's voice reassured Nathan that, at the very least, his daughter was alive, but what she said only caused a second well of panic to bubble up as he questioned who she could be with - Shilo was uneducated about life on the street, unfamiliar with the cruelty that was innate to humans, and she was very possibly being fooled by the person who had taken her in. He called again, refusing to take her answer as a finality - he had to find her, he needed to know where she was.

And who she was with.

And whether he would have to do awful things to them in the future.

And Graverobber watched Shilo with raised eyebrows, draping himself over a chair near the end of the bed, chewing thoughtfully on a painted thumbnail, levelling his foot against the bedframe.

"Yeah, and you're not coming with me." he said, though not unkindly, "There's GENcops all over the place there, you'll get me caught. Remember what happened last time? You're liable to get snatched up by the Repo Man again - sorry kid, but I don't like that kind of heat; GENcops I can deal with, but I draw the line at those homicidal latex fetishists."
 
Amber Sweet had some valuable information and this information would cost Nathan Wallace dearly. She had her father's business sense. Tit for tat. In some ways she was just as viscious as her psycho brothers, though her temper wasn't nearly as bad as Luigi's. It had taken her all of five minutes to pinpoint that identity of that pale little girl at Graverobber's side. That brat belonged to Geneco's best Repoman and she knew all too well just how much Nathan doted upon the tramp. She was the apple of his eyes. She bitterly thought that if her own father had paid half as much attention to her when she was growing up, she might have turned out differently. As it was, she was addicted to the knife and in turn addicted to the zydrate which kept her pain free.

At the moment she was lounging on the operating table in the center of Nathan's lab, the table he used for his repossession surgeries. She knew he'd make his way down here soon....it was all a game of cat and mouse afterall. She had been after Nathan for years now, but he never seemed to take interest in her. He had told her no several times, which fueled her lust and anger towards him. He was the one guy who wasn't hot for her, instead he chose to worship his long dead wife as if she were some saint. Tch. She stretched out her legs over the edge of the table, parting them just so that her black panties could be seen underneath the black skirt which didn't quite cover her ass. Her hands roamed over her body, caressing her sides, legs, and breasts -- it felt so good. She was dressed from head to toe in black leather, looking for all intents and purposes like a dominmatrix. She looked good. She looked damn good.

"Has the little darling up and ran away, Repoman?" She purred as the door to the lab crept open. She had to let on that she knew where Shilo was...or else he'd just throw her out, as usual.
 
Nathan's anguish was visible on his face when he appeared in the chill of the basement, his expression grim and drawn - however, even while wearing the properly pressed suit of the good doctor, there was a peculiar darkness to him, emphasized by the rolling mist in the room as the cold and warm air collided and spun around him.

The surprise didn't register even remotely on Nathan when he saw Carmela Largo - Amber Sweet, now that she'd decided she needed some ridiculous stage name - on his operating table. It wasn't something he was used to, the bodies on that operating table were usually stripped and quaking, strapped down by the limbs and neck, staring at him in unparalleled horror as they realized that their lives were about to end, but this quietly seething, feminine thing on his table was bizarre for him. For an instant, his eyes followed the long, lean line of her leg, but it was difficult to tell if it was due to attraction, or if he was just imagining her in pieces, given that the mild-mannered surgeon had gone for seventeen years without showing any apparent interest in physicality or other human beings.

He may have paid for it with pieces of his sanity, however; humans weren't made to be left in solitude for long periods of time, it tended to make them a little loopy.

He rounded on her, moving in a radius around the table she was on, but never stepping too close,

"What are you doing here?" he asked through his teeth, "I don't give back alley surgery if that's what you're looking for."
 
Amber Sweet could tell that he was bothered by other things then her presence in his lab. He didnt' even stop to ask how she had gotten in, not that it mattered. She had easy access to his house through the various tunnels that connected it to the graveyard. "Poor Nathan...." She cooed in a cruel voice, watching as he circled her. She had caught his eyes following the open slit of space between her legs and she shifted to purposely flash more of her black panties. Not that it mattered. She could have been stark naked infront of him and that was what bothered her. She'd already had Graverobber tell her no and Amber Sweet didn't like the word no. She wasn't used to being told no. "Well, you've done it now." She mused, sweeping her feet onto the ground just as he neared her. "She's out there on the streets, along with the harvesters, the drug peddlers, and the prostitutes. It just isn't the place for good little girls." She could be just as cruel as her brothers and fathers.

One of her hands brushed his shoulder before she suddenly pressed herself against him, sliding her leather covered curves along his body in all the right ways. Her lips went to his ear, purring seductively "I've seen her...." Her tongue traced the shell of his ear before her teeth raked his lobe. She was taunting him, playing and teasing him. There were really only two ways to get the information out of Amber Sweet. One was to scare it out of her and considering who she had grown up with and her father's protection, that wasn't going to happen. The other was to give into her demands and surely she demanded something for this sweet little bit of information.
 
Nathan's eyes moved to the wall, to the floor, anywhere but Amber Sweet as she posed and flexed and writhed on the table, avoiding the sight of her. The women on the streets, the scalpel addicts and Zydrate junkies with their perfect, fake bodies and their massive GeneCo debts had just never attracted him, and for years now Amber Sweet had hinted to him, had moved too close too many times, tried to touch him too intimately during the brief moments they even stood in the same room together.

Her words stung because of the fresh pain of his daughter going missing, and he couldn't be sure if she had fled the home or if she had fled him, and he found himself convinced of the latter because of the familiar, dark sensation of Repo climbing up his chest and throat, incensed by the presence of Amber Sweet. A horrible mix of anger and desperation flashed in his eyes when Amber cruelly dangled the information in front of him, and his entire body stiffened when she moved close and shifted the curves of her body up against his angular form. Despite his disgust, a trail of heat moved up his spine at the sensation of her tongue moving over his ear,

"What do you want from me?" he ground out.

For Shilo - he would give her anything she asked, and what was worse, Amber seemed aware of it.
 
Amber Sweet was grinning deviously, a smug little smile on her face as she felt Nathan give in. He really would do anything for that daughter of his. Perhaps if her own father had stopped showering her with gifts and actually spent time with her when she was young, Amber could have turned out different or perhaps the Largo genes were too twisted to escape fate. "Nathan, Nathan..." She sighed, trying to look sympathetic as he asked what she wanted from him. She was a good actress, when she wanted to be. Her tongue trailed from his ear down the side of his neck, stopping to bite down on the pulse point over his throat. He smelled so good in comparision to Graverobber who reeked of death. "Good little girls on the streets only end up in two situations Nathan and both of them require her to be flat on her back." She taunted him further, giving him images of his poor despoiled little girl turning tricks on the streets or found dead in some alley. "I'm here to help,Nathan." She cooed,sliding her hands down his shoulders and sides.

"I know you keep a store of zydrate around here somewhere. I want it, every last drop." She was finally getting down to business. For all of her games, deep down she was still a zydrate junkie and that would always be at the root of her actions. "Also...." She pressed her curves to his while dropping her hand to slid her palm over the crotch of his pants. "I've never been fucked by a repoman before...."
 
At first, the request was one he'd expected; he knew the way Amber Sweet worked and she was driven almost exclusively by nihilism, by the need for sensation and stimulation, so her demand for Zydrate left him unsurprised - even after being newly appointed as the representative for the Zydrate Support Network, she was actively seeking out new sources for her fix. As a surgeon, Nathan kept a store of Zydrate on hand - he didn't anesthetize his GeneCo patients, usually cutting directly into them while they screamed and spasmed because that was the way Repo liked it -

- but once in a while, they moved too much, they caused too much noise and he just couldn't take it. In his seventeen years as a Repo Man, Nathan had given in twice and ended up using Zydrate on victims so they would stop making those horrible sounds, because on those days, the human side of him was too tortured by what he had to do. So at least Sweet was right about that; he had a small storage of Zydrate that he kept locked away in his operating room; he never touched it himself, refusing to become another victim to the glowing drug, but he kept it there.

And on that day, he was grateful he did - because it was his only bartering chip.

Or he'd thought it was, until Amber's hand shifted downwards and she added to the requirements; he drew in a small breath when her hand pressed against him, and he realized only then that he was half-hard despite his efforts not to be taken in by the sleek female frame in front of him.

"Maybe you should keep it that way." he said, and there was a spike of hope that her interest was a fleeting one, that ultimately he could convince her to just take the drugs and go.
 
Amber had a very brilliant mind, it was just a shame that it never got much of a chance to show itself. Out of all her siblings, she was perhaps the one most fit to take over after Rotti died, if she could only kick her zydrate addiction. The only reason she guessed he had zydrate was because of the keen interest she had taken in him over the past few years. She knew Nathan wanted nothing to do with another woman, no, he preferred to worship the portraits of his dead wife and bury himself in his work and love for his daughter. Ha. She'd show him a thing or two. "Are you trying to bargain with me, repoman?" Her voice lowered to that dangerous octave, the one that said her temper was about to rear it's ugly head. "I've already been told no once tonight Nathan." She hissed, using the hand she pressed against his half had cock to squeeze him lightly through his pants, smiling as she felt him harden under her touches. "You should know what a bad mood that puts me in." If she got angry enough, she could possible just end the charade and leave without revealing Shilo's whereabouts.

She seemed to calm down after a few moments, using her free hand to stroke her painted fingertips down the side of his face in a cruel and suprisingly tender gesture. "Well?" There were few things that got Amber hot and bothered these days. The thought of being fucked by one of her father's best(and first) repoman was one of them. She liked it rough, but her tastes were varied enough that she would take it any which way in this situation.
 
Nathan's attempt to use Amber Sweet's addiction to his advantage, to try and veer her attention away from him had turned out to be a failure, because it turned out she was as interested in sex as she was in Zydrate. He knew then that he had been backed into a corner, it was a position that neither he nor Repo approved of, but he was aware there was no other option - his time was limited with Shilo out on the streets with a stranger, and he had to get the information quickly.

And after years of denying himself physicality because he felt he didn't deserve it, years of avoiding human contact because he was too much of a monster to stay close to normal people, years of refusing all because he felt it would disrespect the memory of the wife he had murdered - he forced himself to push it all away, forced himself not to think about it. He could hate himself later when Shilo was safe, for now he would have to view this as - meaningless. It was nothing more than the means to an end.

Nathan's reply came so quietly that it was difficult to hear,

"Fine." he said, and let out a sharp breath when she pressed her hand to him, and he grew harder under her touch; but he stepped back, trying to get her hands off of him, questioning if he would truly have to fuck her to satisfy her - after all, as a surgeon his hands were experienced, and despite years of avoiding touch, he was still - adequate - with his mouth. Still in the mindframe of Nathan Wallace, the more gentle of the egos that shared the body, he forced himself to move forward again, to lean in and bring his mouth to her throat, his breath hot on her skin, and he began to kiss his way down over her collarbone.
 
Amber had a familar 'cat-got-the-canary' grin on her lovely face as she heard his reluctant reply. Not that he really had a choice in the matter if he wanted to see that prescious girl of his again. She wanted Shilo away from Graverobber, incase that brat interfered with her main zydrate resource. Not to mention Graverobber really knew how to fuck a girl just right. She wondered if Nathan would be any good. Well, only time would tell. If she could bring out the monster in him then there would be plenty of fun to be had. She arched her neck into his kisses, baring the pure white chalice of her neck to Nathan's mouth. "Don't be afraid to use teeth...I like it rough." She urged him on with a silky purr, gripping his collar with once hand to lead him back to the medical table in the middle of the lab. She took a step back, hopped on the edge of the table and yanked him forward, trapping him in place with her long smooth legs around his waist and her lipstick covered lips sucking on his neck in return, hard enough to leave behind a darkening hickey.

This was so exilerating. She could feel blood rushing through her body as she pictured the gruesome scenes of repossession surgery which had taken place on this very table. How many victims had been screaming as he cut open thier bodies and pulled out organs? She had been enamored with Nathan ever since catching him working on a victim some years ago. The precision and speed with which he worked...and such passion for it. "Mmm...this is where you perform some of your surgeries, isn't it? Right here..." She suddenly dropped her legs from his waist and laid back on the table, her slender and surgery perfected body writhing shamelessly against the cold steel.
 
Nathan struggled only for a moment, but then allowed himself to be led to the operating table, tugged and manipulated towards her, forcing him to momentarily remove his attentions from her throat - briefly, there was an expression of confusion, and then he found himself on top of her, felt her lean legs surrounding his waist and yanking him close, forcing his hips against hers. A sharp noise escaped Nathan when her mouth aggressively latched onto his throat, pulling hard on the skin, enough to send a jolt through him that was equal parts pain and pleasure.

Inside, he felt Repo begin to stir; the darkness sat up and took notice of the squirming, violent woman beneath him, flexed claws at the sound of her claiming she liked it rough, asking about the terrible things he had done - oh yes, this was something that Repo was fascinated by. He was, of course, used to the Largos showing an amount of interest in him, but this would be the first time one of them had acted on it - and how often would he find someone so keen to bring out his darkness?

"Yes," he rasped, and the voice was changing now, steering away from the smooth tones of Nathan Wallace and shifting to a gravelly, harsh-sounding thing as he leaned over Amber, watching her with sharp eyes; she didn't seemed frightened by the truth of the room she was in, the fact that so many painful deaths had occurred there. Some part of him wanted her to be scared, wanted her to fear for her pathetic life, though he knew there was little chance of stirring that sort of visceral fear in someone as empty as a Zydrate addict,

"I've ended lives here, torn organs from conscious human beings."
 
Amber took notice of a the darker tone of voice coming from Nathan and laughed. It seemed that the repoman was stirring. She was doubtful that Nathan's darker side would have as many qualms over sex as he seemed to harbor. Her hands began to pull at his clothing, obviously a sign that she wanted his shirt off. Her fingers crept beneath the edge of his shirt, surprised to feel such firmness beneath her hands. She supposed chasing after repossessioned victims was no light work. "Ohhh..." Her sexy little moan followed his dark description of what went on in this very room. "Mmm...and do you strap them down?" The eagerness in her voice could not be described. She gazed wide eyed up at him, like a child being told a story before bedtime. She was hungry for each and every detail. Her sharp, painted nails suddenly raked down his chest, sinking in just hard enough to leave deep angry red lines behind. Enough to hurt, but not enough to make him bleed.

She laughed again, a minx-like giggle; as if she found something funny about all this. She really had some sick tastes, but after getting what she wanted for so long, it became hard to find something new. Something exciting. Repoman was exciting and everyone knew that Amber Sweet already had a thing for surgery. Who could appreciate his dark work more then her? "Do they scream? Mmm..I bet they scream."
 
Nathan was angry, he was disgusted that he should find himself in this situation, the shifting body of Amber Sweet beneath him, and he was more disgusted with his own body's reaction - she was young enough to be his daughter, if only a few years older than Shilo. He knew that legally, Amber Sweet was a grown woman, but she had the mindset of a spoiled child and the same cruelty - but Nathan was also aware that his only chance of finding his daughter would come from Amber Sweet, so he allowed himself to be eased away by Repo.

They didn't always work as a team; some days, Repo tortured Nathan as much as anyone else, but then, the darker side was aware that the more human version needed to live on because in the end they shared one common goal - to keep Shilo safe. So Repo took over to force Nathan's worries away for the time being, and he submitted to the nihilistic will of his darkness, letting himself feel the bands of pleasure that moved through him when Amber ripped her nails down the skin of his chest and stomach, hard enough that she left rising red trails across his flesh. There was pain, but for Repo, pain and pleasure were one and the same.

Her laughter went through him in a way he hated because the sound was bubbly and mousy like a little girl, and he wanted to ask her what she was playing at, because she was as hard and ruined as any of the other women who wandered the streets at night looking for a fix. There was no innocence left in her, and the laughter just made him want to hurt her so she would fully understand his dislike for charades,

"They scream," he agreed, removing his glasses and setting them off to the side; it was a simple gesture for anyone else, but as he pushed his fingers back through his hair, moving it away from his face, it meant something else entirely for Nathan Wallace. It meant the darkness was coming, and he had stopped fighting it. His eyes flicked to the side, the light reflecting in the slash of honey-colour that threaded through the green iris of his left eye,

"Would you like to see some of my tools, Miss Sweet?" he asked, his voice like gravel now.
 
Amber was a junkie, she didn't bother denying it. In some ways she was more then a drug addict, she wandered the streets searching for her next fix; whether it be sex or drugs. Sometimes it was both if she didn't happen to have any money. Her father had put restrictions on her bank and credit which sometimes forced her to get down and dirty to get what she wanted. It didn't bother her. Graverobber might say no at first, but he eventually caved by the time she had her lipswrapped around his cock or her legs around his waist. All men were the same to Amber, all except for repoman. He was different. She had grown up around her psycho brothers, insane people didn't frighten her one bit. Nathan on the other hand...there was a real monster dwelling inside of him and that monster excited her like nothing else. It was fascinating to watch this transformation first hand.

She continued to writhe and arch her supple curves beneath him as he took off his glasses, her body shivering visibly as that dark voice cut through her like a knife. She wasn't afraid, not yet. It was the prospect of potential terror that really got her juices flowing. Nathana Wallace was a different breed of monster all together. "Yes, please." She purred, leaning up just enough to trail her tongue down the side of his face and neck, her hands slipping around to grip his back.
 
He felt her tongue trail over his skin, the pink muscle leaving a warm, wet trail along his throat that caused his skin to tingle as the cooler air hit it; the room itself was chilly from the freezing storage connected to it, a spot where he kept organs or any future victims that he felt like letting stew for a while. Usually, Nathan preferred to get it over with quickly, to slash the throat, wrench out the organ and be done with it - but sometimes Repo liked to come out to play, and that meant taking his time with them. Sometimes he would tease and taunt them with ideas of what was to come, sometimes he would strap them to the wheel chair and simply stand behind them so he could watch the struggle and the terror and hear the screams as they asked for help, not realizing their captor was right behind them. It always made him smile when he popped up in front of them like a horrifying specter and got to watch them hyperventilate just from the sight of him in his vinyl and leather GeneCo uniform - they knew what it meant, but he had learned he could terrify them even without the uniform as a catalyst.

One of them, though, one of them had died from fear; that had been interesting. He'd moved around the lifeless corpse for a few moments, fascinated by what had happened because of the novelty of it - in the end, he took the part he needed to take, but registered it as a particularly spectacular kill. He hadn't even needed to touch that one to end him.

But it was only the men that Repo could torture; even when the darkness was in control, Nathan managed to make his protests heard - he didn't like tormenting girls, much to Repo's chagrin, so they got quick deaths.

Though this time, he was hearing no protest from Nathan Wallace regarding the torture of Amber Sweet, and he wondered how far he would be able to go with the skinny thing beneath him before one of them spoke up. He wondered vaguely if Amber had thought he was using a euphemism when he referred to his tools - but it would be cleared soon enough, as he reached out, pulling a rolling steel tray towards the operating table they were on, yanking off a towel that had been set over it. On it was a spread of terrible, surgically sterilized gleaming metal, all of it razor sharp, edged, pronged and deadly.

He pulled one from the tray and held it up in front of Amber's eyes; a pair of scissors, but they had short, thin, and razor sharp blades rather than thick ones,

"Metzenbaum scissors, made to cut only the most delicate tissues," he said as though doing a mock educational video, and the scissors were pressed to her face, the blade run over the apple of her cheek without cutting, enough that she could appreciate how incredibly sharp they were without making her bleed - yet - and he grazed it over her jaw, down her throat, all the way to the dip between her breasts,

"Depending on the pressure used, of course," he said, then slashed through one of the straps on her bustier, the thin metal going through the leather like it didn't exist, then he added conversationally, "It's incredible how deep you can go with one of these, though."
 
Amber watched with wide, gleaming eyes as Nathan revealed his collection of sharp surgical instruments. She'd seen most of them before ofcourse, but there were some that she'd never quite seen a gentern handle. Such as the sharp scissors he held up. She seemed to be hanging on his every word, gazing at his tools with obvious interest. "I've never seen it before." She admitted, holding herself very still as he ran the scissors over her cheeks. She tilted her head just slightly so that she could lick the cold steel instrument, runing her tongue carefully along the edge and arching her neck as he trailed them down it. A soft gasp came as he cut through the strap of her bustier, followed by more laughter. She seemed to find something amusing, that or she was entirely too giddy about the situation she was in. She picked up the tool she was most familar with. A scalpel. She knew he used this for most of his incisions, shivering as she ran her hand over it before offering it to the repoman.

She didn't seem afraid of him, not yet. If anything it was quite the opposite. The harder he tried to frighten her with the horrors of his trade, the more turned on and fascinated she seemed to become. Her thighs shifted restlessly between her legs, trying to ease some of the ache which had built up between them. She didn't think she'd ever been this turned on in her entire life.
 
This was - interesting - to the Repo Man. There wasn't a spike of fear in Amber Sweet, but he supposed he should have expected that much - surgery addicts were hardly afraid of a cut or two, in fact it was what they craved, for most of them it wasn't even the result they were after, because a majority of surgery addicts would scarcely take the time to admire the change before leaping to the next one. The psychology behind it was that they enjoyed the build up, they took pleasure in their own apprehension, they adored the attention that was lavished on them before, during, and after the surgery. They enjoyed the process of healing their wounds; it was all catharsis, usually an attempt to try and override some psychological pain that they couldn't deal with on an emotional level.

For Amber Sweet, he suspected, it all had to do with never quite recieving enough attention.

Repo's eyes never moved to the newly revealed flesh, as though he was entirely disinterested in her body, his eyes staying on her face instead, watching her tongue curl around the scissors, watching the way she brought the scalpel to him, pressing it into his hand. The weight of it was familiar, but this would be the first time he didn't have free reign to swing it with the artistic abandon he normally did - no, he couldn't hack her to pieces, or even remove an organ. He had to keep her in one piece.

He brought the scalpel to her mouth, running the sharp tip against her bottom lip,

"So beautiful," he said, and cocked his head to the side, "And so empty."

And then he skimmed the knife lower, along the arch of the throat and nicked her skin in a single quick movement, enough to break skin and make her bleed, because Repo found he wanted to see what crimson looked like on her, and before she could protest, his mouth was on her neck, tasting her.
 
Amber watched in utter hypnotic fascination as Nathan took the scalpel from her. He held that small, yet deadly surgical instrument with such ease. Her lush lipstick covered lips twisted into a sly smile as he brought the sharp tip of the scalpel to her lower lip. Her tongue darted out once more to taste the cold steel, very narrowly avoiding knicking herself on the sharp edge. She knew how to do some very interesting things with her tongue. His words startled her. He found her beautiful? Ofcourse, she changed her face and body on a weekly basis; still....no one had ever bothered to tell her she looked beautiful. It was strange. His next words made her laugh. "Likewise..." She whispered, arching the thin white chalice of her throat as the sharp scalpel traced down her neck. She felt a small slice of pain as her throat was knicked, but the pain only made her arch even more into the sharp scalpel, giving off a soft sigh. A trickle of ruby red formed a small trail down her neck, pooling between the valley of her white breasts.

"Mmmm..." She moaned to encourage him as the repoman attached his lips to her bleeding throat, sampling the red blood which stained her pale, white skin. Her hand went through his hair, sliding her fingers through it before gripping it suddenly and tugging, pressing his face harder to her throat. More laughter bubbles from her lips as she released her hold on his hair, batting her eyelashes playfully at him while a coy grin rested on her lips.
 
Blood; Nathan could never be sure how he felt about it - as a doctor he viewed it as just a part of physiology, but on a more visceral level, he found himself having bizarre reactions, most of which he attributed to his dark alter ego. Though Nathan himself would balk at the idea of tasting another person's blood, Repo revelled in it; to an extent, Nathan Wallace had denied his darker urges to even Repo, only rarely allowing him to play with patients just so he would be sated for a time.

But with Amber Sweet so willing beneath him, he couldn't seem to stop himself from sampling her blood, starting at the freshly made cut and allowing her to pull him closer, feeling her arch beneath him - a small groan escaped his lips when she wrenched on his hair, and when she released him, he found himself following the trail of crimson down her collarbone, over her sternum and into the well between her breasts. His tongue was surprisingly long and deft, and he swept away the remaining blood, the metallic tang of it and the taste of her causing a stir inside of him, and then the scalpel was moving again, and he was moving down her body, marking her with another cut on the strip of skin that showed just between her bustier and her skirt, making her hip bleed.

He moved his head back to watch it, to watch the blood well up, and then attacked the spot with the same animalistic enthusiasm as the blood slipped down over her hipbone, threatening to slip beneath the waist of her skirt.
 
Amber shivered, a small pleasured gasp escaping luscious red lips as Nathan's tongue followed blood trail down her neck and collarbone to the delivate swell of her breasts held captive in her bustier. Her hands slid beneath his shirt again, but this time she chose to explore his back, reaching all the way to his shoulders before raking her sharp nails down his back one more, making a twin set of five angry red lines to match the pair adorning his chest and stomach, purring the entire time. Apperently the repoman liked blood and Amber liked pain. A perfect combination. She even admired the light cut on her neck. It had been more inches away from her jugular vein and the incision was barely deep enough to bring more then a few droplets of blood spilling out. He truly was a night surgeon. She watched as he crept lower. Heat sizzled through her veins and liquid desire pooled between her legs, which parted shamelessly as he neared her hip. The second cut brought a soft hiss of pain and bliss, followed by a wanton moan as his tongue lashed at the wound, making it sting even more.

Her hands once again tugged on his hair, her body shifting restlessly. It was obvious that she was aroused by his games. She loved to be cut and he loved to cut. She wanted him, that much was made obvious by the light scent of her juices as he neared the edge of her skirt.
 
He could smell her; it wasn't just blood in the air anymore, it was now the distinct smell of arousal, and combined with the taste and the feeling of her nails raking along his skin, he found his back arching into her painful touch for an instant, his eyes falling shut as he allowed himself to enjoy the heady combination of lust and blood.

Somewhere within his mind, Nathan Wallace the good doctor was ashamed and struggling, but continued to conceed control to Repo, because he wasn't sure he could do this himself, wasn't sure he could give Amber Sweet what she was looking for in order to get the information - it was his darkness that could achieve it, and though they were one and the same, Nathan hated to acknowledge it. He had never been at peace with his darkness, and after today, he knew for a fact that he never would be -

- but it would get his Shilo back.

When his eyes opened again, the pupils dilated from the entry of light, and then shrank to pinpoints that made his eyes look strange and animal, and he descended on her again, his tongue following the trail, and he was pushing her skirt up around her hips, seeking out the small amount of blood that had escaped him and locating it at the dip on her abdomen. The smell of her was closer now, the strange, sweet smell that made him shiver with a bizarre pleasure, and one of his deft hands moved to put pressure between her legs, fingers pressing against her through the thin, damp fabric.
 
Amber had not been prepared for this sudden and animalistic change in Nathan. One moment he was a mild mannered father who loathed her very existence and the next...her skirt was up around her hips before she could even gasp. Instantly she was aware of his face in close proximity to her aching core. Her breasts rose and fell with her labored and panting breath and eventually she had to undo the tight corset and toss it aside, revealing her breasts which were neither too large nor too small. Her pale pink nipples were already hard and puckered, goosebumps littering her bare white skin. This left her completely naked save for the fishnet thighhighs, panties, and skirt she wore. Her stomach muscles clenched as his tongue swept her abdomen, apperently ticklish there for she squirmed slightly. "Ohhh...Nathan" A hot gush of wetness poured from between her legs as his hand cupped her silky wetness through her panties. She shivered and arched her hips off of the surgical table, her legs falling further apart to allow him all the room he needed. His surgeon fingers working her through her panties made her writhe even more, moaning and gasping for more already. Every thing about him. Every little touch, every little lick only seemed to set her off even more.
 
He felt her body react to the simple touch, felt the heat from her, and he had to steady himself for a moment, his eyes shifting up the lean length of her body; the bustier had come away at some point, and now she was half naked in front of him and the urge to just take her right then was nearly overwhelming - but no, he decided, it wouldn't be that simple.

He moved his fingers away from her sensitive core and he drew the scalpel up the seams of the thin fabric that covered her, pulling the flimsy material out of the way and baring her wetness to the cool of the room, his hands going to her thighs, pushing her legs further apart as he refused to touch her further until she begged for it.

Instead, he utilized his scalpel a third time, this time on the inside of her pale thigh, cutting into the space of skin just above the garter, creating another slice in her that he focused on.
 
Amber continued to writh and arch against the cold steel of the operating table until he took his hand away from her heated core, causing her to sit up slightly and glare down at the repoman's form. She seemed to know just when to stop all her insistent shifting, holding herself completely still as he used the scalpel to slice open her panties, fully revealing the smooth, glistening and inviting lips of her swollen pussy. Even her clit seemed to stand out slightly as if it had already been teased. One of her hands went to his hair, gripping and wrenching his head up so that their eyes met. "Touch me...." It was a command. Amber was used to being on control of all of her sexual encounters. She didn't know how to beg unless it was for zydrate. Her hips arched off of the bed, mouth opening in a long moans as he cut her near her thighs and proceeded to lick the blood away with obvious relish. She wanted his tongue and hands elsewhere! "Repoman...." Her voice sounded a bit desperate, fingers still clutching strands of his hair. He had her spread open, surely he could see and smell how aroused she was. She wondered just what he thought he was waiting for.
 
There were fingers in his hair again, twisting and pulling at the silver strands, forcing him to look up, and his eyes flashed dangerously as Amber made her demand - because she had the upper hand in information, she mistakenly believed she would also control the interaction. He would give her what she wanted, but on his terms - and he moved back down to where he was, his tongue swiping once more at the wound he had made,

"Touch you," he repeated, and he let out a low laugh, his hot breath ghosting over her sensitive core, and he brought his lips to the inside of her knee, working the skin between his teeth, then asking, "Should I touch you here, Miss Sweet?"

He slid the scalpel up her thigh, resisting the temptation to make another mark on her, though the image of her covered in a web of cuts was a stimulating one,

"Or here?" he asked, running a finger along the unmarred thigh, and then purposely blowing a sharp, warm gust of air onto her wet centre again, taunting her, even while her fingers stayed clenched in his hair - yes, he could hear the desperation, and the harder she tried to push and maneuver him, the more he felt his body twitch in eager response. He wanted her to ache.
 
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