Adrenaline Junkie
Title: Adrenaline Junkie
Author: roadsidefury
Fandom: Repo! The Genetic Opera
Pairing: Boy!Shilo/GraveRobber
Summary: What bothers me the most about this whole night is that surgery-addicted, completely insane, Z-Junkie Amber Sweet who was all over Grave. Maybe I'm young and inexperienced and naïve, but I need him to tell me he doesn't want that whore.
Disclaimer: Not mine, as I had assumed was obvious.
Notes: 1500 word Snippet from alwaysaboy!Shilo fic for twilightscribe
My heart is pounding and there's adrenaline thrumming through my veins and I'm not even sure what we're running from but I know those guys had guns.
My life has been really different lately, and the fact that I'm barely surprised to be darting through back alleys with a drug dealer says a lot about the direction it's gone.
What bothers me the most about this whole night is that surgery-addicted, completely insane, Z-Junkie Amber Sweet who was all over my - Grave. I mean, the other (terrifying whores) junkies were obviously touchy with Grave, he had their fix after all. But Amber, she wasn't just touchy, she was trying to have sex through her clothes.
It probably says something about me that I can effectively run for my life while thinking about relationship - or a lack therof - problems.
I'm getting fed up with not knowing where I stand by now, and regardless of the situation right now I need some answers from Grave. I give up on trying to be casual and wait for him to bring it up, I've only got so much patience.
Up ahead there's a split in our path and I decide now is as good a time as any to figure this out. I dig my heels in, throw my weight into the pull and against the direction Grave's been dragging me in for the past few minutes. He stumbles in surprise and I use that to yank him into a darker side-alley or something. There's a few garbage cans and a cat, and dank brick walls on either side of us, and we duck into the shadows with me pushing Grave against the brick.
He shoots me a wondering glance and looks like he's about to speak, so I say it before I lose my nerve and the adrenaline wears off.
“Do you want Amber Sweet?” I say, looking up, wide-eyed, into his face.
His eyebrows fly up at first, and his mouth is still open from before I spoke. He shuts it and settles slowly into a conniving grin.
“Well, I hear she's got the best body human hands can create. And you've seen her perfect little-”
“No!” I growl out, and I watch Grave shut his mouth and smirk at me with his stupidly perfect lips, and I don't care how ridiculous I am right now because I need to know the answer to this. Maybe I'm young and inexperienced and naïve, but I need him to tell me he doesn't want that whore.
So I demand, “Do you want her?”
Grave's hands settle on my hips and his expression changes to something of disbelief and lets out a breathy chuckle.
“That bitch is more plastic and Z than she is flesh and blood. If you think I want that, then you must not think very much of me, Shi.”
He's still grinning that stupid grin down at me, and maybe it's because of the excitement I'm still running off of, or maybe just out of a pure desire to do so, but I slide a hand behind his neck at the same time as I lean up and pull that mouth to mine for the second time.
Grave's smile doesn't leave, I can feel it pressed against my lips as his tougue peeks out and sweeps along my bottom lip. I open up to him and let him explore into my mouth with his incredibly talented tougue. One of his hands slides from my hip to my ass and he squeezes, bringing me flush against his body. With him pinned the wall and my body I should be the only in control but somehow he's still the one leading us.
I feel him let out a breath of laughter against my mouth and I pull away slightly to look up at him. I don't quite trust my voice not to come out as husky and breathless, so I only hum a question at him in the form of a “Hmm?”.
Grave darts back down and nips at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth briefly before resting his forehead against mine and asking, “Gonna leave me high and dry like last time?”
This time my eyebrows are the ones flying into my hairline, and I laugh.
“Is that a challenge?”
Grave only smirks in response and pulls me back into a kiss, both of his hands now kneading my ass.
With Grave's attention fully on kissing me senseless, I slide me hands under his shirt and run them up and down his chest, pausing to draw circles on his abdomen. He kisses me harder at the contact, and I chase into his mouth this time, trying my hand at dominating a bit.
Grave's tongue pushes steadily against mine, but I refuse to submit just yet, pinning him to the wall with a sure thrust of my hips. At the same time I drag my hands down and tuck my fingers into the waistband of his pants, pulling the button open and reaching to drag the zipper down.
Grave humms his approval of my intentions, and takes back leadership of the kiss, pushing his tongue successfully back into my mouth. I nibble on his lower lip and allow myself a smirk of my own as I pull back again.
In one fluid movement I'm sinking to my knees and dragging Grave's pants down with me. Of course he's not wearing underwear and his cock springs up to meet me when I've settled onto my haunches.
I reach my right hand up to grasp the base of his shaft and look up through my lashes, ghosting warm puffs of air onto his erection and my fingers. Grave's hands are hovering near my head and he licks his lips, his eyes bulging slightly.
I give a breif thought to the alley we're in and wonder if anyone might see us - if anyone would even care - and the fact that we're supposed to be running away from people who want to shoot us. I spare a glance at the cat sitting on top of a garbage can looking satisfied, and the dirty walls behind Grave glistening damp with grime. What would daddy think? I mean, really.
With a last glance into Grave's eager eyes, my left hand on his hip, I close the space between my face and his dick and lick a solid stripe from the base to the tip, sucking the head into my mouth. Grave lets out a stuttered breath, and I swirl my tongue around the tip, darting into the slit.
His hands finally settle on either side of my head, grasping, almost pushing me to take him further into my mouth. I pump my hand slowly, once, twice along Grave before I take as much of him past my lips as I can.
Grave's cock is hard and thick in my mouth, my jaw unhinged to accommodate the organ, and I bob off, my hand working in tandem with my suckling to bring Grave to the most satisfying orgasm I'm capable of helping him reach.
Grave's hands are everywhere in my hair and I find myself wishing, not for the first time, that it wasn't a wig. I pull back to suck hard on the head and swirl my tongue around it once again before once again taking all of him into my mouth, this time bringing all of him inside, leaving my nose pressed into the coarse hairs just above Grave's erection.
Grave groans and fists my hair when I swallow around him, his hips thrusting forward, effectively fucking my mouth. A few more thrusts and he murmers something above me that sounds something like “Shi, mm'gonna - Oh fuck, almost - shit, you're so...” and I pin him against the wall again with the hands on his hips.
I bring my right hand back to pump his cock while I hollow my cheeks and pull hard with my mouth. Grave's hips stutter and twitch and he groans as he cums, thusting himself into my mouth a few more times.
Finished, he slumps against the wall and lets out a huff of air, gazing happily down at me through his lashes. He slips, flaccid, from my mouth, and I swallow everything in my mouth, licking my lips and staring up at him, still on my knees.
“Fuck, Shilo,” Grave says in what I'm pretty sure is an impressed tone, “where did you learn that?”
Grinning, I slide my way back up his body, bringing his pants with me, and I reply happily, “I do know how to read, thank you.”
Grave laughs, understanding rightly that I've read my share of trashy dirty romance novels and pornographic magazines.
“Never letting you out of my sight.” Grave murmurs, kissing me soundly, and I can't help the self-satisfied smirk, knowing I'd gotten exactly what I'd wanted.
Author: roadsidefury
Fandom: Repo! The Genetic Opera
Pairing: Boy!Shilo/GraveRobber
Summary: What bothers me the most about this whole night is that surgery-addicted, completely insane, Z-Junkie Amber Sweet who was all over Grave. Maybe I'm young and inexperienced and naïve, but I need him to tell me he doesn't want that whore.
Disclaimer: Not mine, as I had assumed was obvious.
Notes: 1500 word Snippet from alwaysaboy!Shilo fic for twilightscribe
My heart is pounding and there's adrenaline thrumming through my veins and I'm not even sure what we're running from but I know those guys had guns.
My life has been really different lately, and the fact that I'm barely surprised to be darting through back alleys with a drug dealer says a lot about the direction it's gone.
What bothers me the most about this whole night is that surgery-addicted, completely insane, Z-Junkie Amber Sweet who was all over my - Grave. I mean, the other (terrifying whores) junkies were obviously touchy with Grave, he had their fix after all. But Amber, she wasn't just touchy, she was trying to have sex through her clothes.
It probably says something about me that I can effectively run for my life while thinking about relationship - or a lack therof - problems.
I'm getting fed up with not knowing where I stand by now, and regardless of the situation right now I need some answers from Grave. I give up on trying to be casual and wait for him to bring it up, I've only got so much patience.
Up ahead there's a split in our path and I decide now is as good a time as any to figure this out. I dig my heels in, throw my weight into the pull and against the direction Grave's been dragging me in for the past few minutes. He stumbles in surprise and I use that to yank him into a darker side-alley or something. There's a few garbage cans and a cat, and dank brick walls on either side of us, and we duck into the shadows with me pushing Grave against the brick.
He shoots me a wondering glance and looks like he's about to speak, so I say it before I lose my nerve and the adrenaline wears off.
“Do you want Amber Sweet?” I say, looking up, wide-eyed, into his face.
His eyebrows fly up at first, and his mouth is still open from before I spoke. He shuts it and settles slowly into a conniving grin.
“Well, I hear she's got the best body human hands can create. And you've seen her perfect little-”
“No!” I growl out, and I watch Grave shut his mouth and smirk at me with his stupidly perfect lips, and I don't care how ridiculous I am right now because I need to know the answer to this. Maybe I'm young and inexperienced and naïve, but I need him to tell me he doesn't want that whore.
So I demand, “Do you want her?”
Grave's hands settle on my hips and his expression changes to something of disbelief and lets out a breathy chuckle.
“That bitch is more plastic and Z than she is flesh and blood. If you think I want that, then you must not think very much of me, Shi.”
He's still grinning that stupid grin down at me, and maybe it's because of the excitement I'm still running off of, or maybe just out of a pure desire to do so, but I slide a hand behind his neck at the same time as I lean up and pull that mouth to mine for the second time.
Grave's smile doesn't leave, I can feel it pressed against my lips as his tougue peeks out and sweeps along my bottom lip. I open up to him and let him explore into my mouth with his incredibly talented tougue. One of his hands slides from my hip to my ass and he squeezes, bringing me flush against his body. With him pinned the wall and my body I should be the only in control but somehow he's still the one leading us.
I feel him let out a breath of laughter against my mouth and I pull away slightly to look up at him. I don't quite trust my voice not to come out as husky and breathless, so I only hum a question at him in the form of a “Hmm?”.
Grave darts back down and nips at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth briefly before resting his forehead against mine and asking, “Gonna leave me high and dry like last time?”
This time my eyebrows are the ones flying into my hairline, and I laugh.
“Is that a challenge?”
Grave only smirks in response and pulls me back into a kiss, both of his hands now kneading my ass.
With Grave's attention fully on kissing me senseless, I slide me hands under his shirt and run them up and down his chest, pausing to draw circles on his abdomen. He kisses me harder at the contact, and I chase into his mouth this time, trying my hand at dominating a bit.
Grave's tongue pushes steadily against mine, but I refuse to submit just yet, pinning him to the wall with a sure thrust of my hips. At the same time I drag my hands down and tuck my fingers into the waistband of his pants, pulling the button open and reaching to drag the zipper down.
Grave humms his approval of my intentions, and takes back leadership of the kiss, pushing his tongue successfully back into my mouth. I nibble on his lower lip and allow myself a smirk of my own as I pull back again.
In one fluid movement I'm sinking to my knees and dragging Grave's pants down with me. Of course he's not wearing underwear and his cock springs up to meet me when I've settled onto my haunches.
I reach my right hand up to grasp the base of his shaft and look up through my lashes, ghosting warm puffs of air onto his erection and my fingers. Grave's hands are hovering near my head and he licks his lips, his eyes bulging slightly.
I give a breif thought to the alley we're in and wonder if anyone might see us - if anyone would even care - and the fact that we're supposed to be running away from people who want to shoot us. I spare a glance at the cat sitting on top of a garbage can looking satisfied, and the dirty walls behind Grave glistening damp with grime. What would daddy think? I mean, really.
With a last glance into Grave's eager eyes, my left hand on his hip, I close the space between my face and his dick and lick a solid stripe from the base to the tip, sucking the head into my mouth. Grave lets out a stuttered breath, and I swirl my tongue around the tip, darting into the slit.
His hands finally settle on either side of my head, grasping, almost pushing me to take him further into my mouth. I pump my hand slowly, once, twice along Grave before I take as much of him past my lips as I can.
Grave's cock is hard and thick in my mouth, my jaw unhinged to accommodate the organ, and I bob off, my hand working in tandem with my suckling to bring Grave to the most satisfying orgasm I'm capable of helping him reach.
Grave's hands are everywhere in my hair and I find myself wishing, not for the first time, that it wasn't a wig. I pull back to suck hard on the head and swirl my tongue around it once again before once again taking all of him into my mouth, this time bringing all of him inside, leaving my nose pressed into the coarse hairs just above Grave's erection.
Grave groans and fists my hair when I swallow around him, his hips thrusting forward, effectively fucking my mouth. A few more thrusts and he murmers something above me that sounds something like “Shi, mm'gonna - Oh fuck, almost - shit, you're so...” and I pin him against the wall again with the hands on his hips.
I bring my right hand back to pump his cock while I hollow my cheeks and pull hard with my mouth. Grave's hips stutter and twitch and he groans as he cums, thusting himself into my mouth a few more times.
Finished, he slumps against the wall and lets out a huff of air, gazing happily down at me through his lashes. He slips, flaccid, from my mouth, and I swallow everything in my mouth, licking my lips and staring up at him, still on my knees.
“Fuck, Shilo,” Grave says in what I'm pretty sure is an impressed tone, “where did you learn that?”
Grinning, I slide my way back up his body, bringing his pants with me, and I reply happily, “I do know how to read, thank you.”
Grave laughs, understanding rightly that I've read my share of trashy dirty romance novels and pornographic magazines.
“Never letting you out of my sight.” Grave murmurs, kissing me soundly, and I can't help the self-satisfied smirk, knowing I'd gotten exactly what I'd wanted.