Zydrate Anatomy - Chapter One
The Graverobber was walking down his back-alley when he heard the deep, musical, and very male voice. "Graverobber? Graverobber?"
Graverobber turned at the sound of his name. There was a tall, broad shouldered, lean-waisted man at the opening of the alley. The man was wearing a tight black leather vest and matching, tight black leather pants that fit like a second skin to his lean hips. "What do you want?"
"Graverobber. Graverobber." The man sang as he came closer. As he stepped into the pool of light emitted by the street lamp Graverobber was standing under, Graverobber could much more clearly see the man's face. He was an extremely handsome man, Graverobber had to admit. His jet-black hair laid across his forehead in little spikes. There were rings of faded black eyeliner around the man's slanted, almond shaped eyes and his skin sparkled with sweat from the humid night air.
"My name is Mike Shinoda. I need a fix of Zydrate." The man said, though he was no longer singing, his voice still had a melodic quality. Mike took a deep breath as he watched Graverobber's reaction. "I'm going for surgery tomorrow. New liver."
"Liver, you say. I don't know. I usually cater to a more…feminine crowd." As a notorious womanizer, Graverobber normally only dealt to female clients. This man was so gorgeous, though, he could easily make an exception.
Mike smirked. "I'll pay whatever you want." He pulled a stack of bills from his back pocket that honestly shouldn't have been able to fit in something so tight. He handed the bills to Graverobber.
Graverobber took the bills and quickly counted them. Five thousand dollars. Graverobber chose not to show his surprise. "For how many vials?"
Mike just shrugged. "Just one. Wait, no. Two. I hear your Zydrate is the best around, that's all I should need, right?"
Graverobber nodded. "But…this is ten times the amount I ask for a single vial."
"Well, I know how different it is to administer Zydrate to a man than it is to a woman. I'm willing to pay for that difference."
Graverobber tucked the bills into his jacket and pulled out the glowing indigo vial of Zydrate. "Zydrate comes in a little glass vial."
Mike smiled. He knew this song by heart. Every dealer sang it before giving Zydrate to a client. "A little glass vial?"
"A little glass vial.*" Graverobber pulled out his gold plated gun and popped the vial into the back. "*And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery."
"Battery." Mike's voice came out as a breathy whisper. He undid his pants as the Graverobber motion for him to brace his hands against the wall.
Graverobber hooked his fingers into Mike's pants and tugged them down his thighs. Mike moaned a pushed his forehead to the cool brick of the building he was leaning against. Graverobber kneeled behind Mike and was so close that when he sang, his lips brushed against the skin of Mike's lower back. "And the Zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy."
Mike panted as Graverobber traced the cold metal tip of the gun down his lower back and between the crease of his ass. Mike's breath hitched when the cold metal hit his over-heated opening. Graverobber's teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of Mike's ass as he pressed on the gun slightly so that the tip slid a little ways into Mike's opening. Mike groaned and clenched his eyes and jaw closed.
"And when the gun goes off, it sparks, and you're ready for surgery." Graverobber continued to sing. He hooked his finger around the trigger of the gun as he waited for Mike's signal.
After a few seconds, Mike gritted out- "Surgery."
Graverobber pulled the trigger, causing the Zydrate to shoot from the gun into Mike's body.
Mike moaned relentlessly and sagged forward a little. Graverobber pulled the gun away and pulled the empty vial out of it so he could reload with a new one. As he did so, he sang. "And Mike Shinoda is addicted to the knife."
"Addicted to the knife." Mike agreed and pushed his hips back, eager for the next dose.
Graverobber teased the gun up Mike's thigh, causing the other man to squirm. "Addicted to the knife. And addicted to the knife, he needs a little help with the agony."
"Agony…" Mike sighed and wiggled his hips in anticipation.
"And a little help comes in a little glass vial in a gun pressed against his anatomy. And when the gun goes off, Mike is ready for surgery."
Graverobber put the gun back into position and waited for Mike's permission. All of the muscles in Mike's body were tense with anticipation and it took him a minute to relax enough to give his cue. "Surgery…"
Graverobber pulled the trigger again. Mike's face screwed up in a half-pained half-pleasured grimace. When Graverobber pulled the gun away, Mike twisted so he was facing Graverobber and sank bonelessly to the ground. A blissed out expression crossed Mike's face as he sang. "Graverobber. Graverobber. Sometimes, I wonder why I need you at all."
Graverobber leaned over Mike and sang into his ear, voice raspy and hoarse. "It's clean. It's clear. It's pure. It's rare. It's takes you there. Before you cut, a change inside."
Mike gave the Graverobber a little drugged up smile. "I can't feel nothing at all."
"You're not supposed to." Graverobber whispered, eyes flickering to Mike's. Their eyes met and a hot current of electricity passed between them. Mike reached up and hooked his hand around the back of Graverobber's neck, pushing his long, dark hair aside and pulling him down so their lips could collide.
Graverobber tasted like smoke and sugar in the most addicting kind of way and he devoured Mike's mouth like he was a starving man. Mike started to pull at Graverobber's jacket, trying to get it off, but Graverobber stopped him.
"No," he panted. "No, not here."
Mike pouted an tugged at Graverobber's jacket one last time. Graverobber pressed their forehead's together, his warm breath fanning across Mike's face. "GeneCops." he explained. "It's not safe."
Mike gulped and nodded slightly, eyes locking onto Graverobber's. Graverobber's hair fell forward, creating a dark curtain, blocking out the alley around them. "Do you know someplace we can go?" Mike asked, still breathless from the drugs and that sweltering kiss.
Graverobber's brow furrowed in thought. "Well, I do know one place…"
-/-
"Seriously?" Mike asked as they stood outside the gate to the GeneCo Cemetery. He had slightly sobered from the walk to the cemetery, although he was still gloriously pain free.
"My name is Graverobber." Graverobber pointed out and hopped over the waist-high fence that surrounded the cemetery.
"Not so much a name as a job description." Mike commented as he -although wary- followed Graverobber over the fence.
Graverobber just shrugged as he wandered through the tombstones. "I haven't got another one."
Mike felt an odd twinge in his chest as he followed Graverobber. "Where exactly are we going?"
Graverobber turned an smiled at Mike. "Don't worry we won't have any…guests."
Mike's gaze skittered along the tombstones and he shivered. Graverobber took Mike's hand and led him to a large tomb.
Mike's eyes grew large as he stared at the tomb's large door. Graverobber ran a soothing hand up Mike's arm. "Relax."
"It's…empty?" Mike asked cautiously.
Graverobber pushed the door of the tomb open and allowed Mike to look inside. "Completely corpse free." He assured and tugged Mike inside.
"Are you sure we're safe here? Won't the GeneCops patrol through here looking for people …like you?"
"Like me." Graverobber chuckled. "You make it sound like I'm the leader of a cult."
"You almost are." Mike murmured ad he looked around at the dust and cobweb covered walls. There was an old futon cushion tossed in the corner that had a single pillow and thin looking, dingy blanket thrown across it. "I sleep here most nights." Graverobber said as he caught Mike looking at his makeshift bed.
"But…you sell Zydrate for five hundred dollars a vial." He looked at Graverobber in confusion.
Graverobber let out a long suffering sigh. "Yes, I know, that's so I can pay my fees to GeneCo. I sell Zydrate to get by, you think I'm surgery free? Please. Nobody is anymore. I bet you can't find one person on Sanitarium Island that hasn't had surgery."
(A/N) I know that was pretty short, but this is just an intro. The next chapter will be longer, promise!!