I Would Be the One to Hold You Down
Chapter 2 "The Largo Legacy" (working title, not final)
NC-17 and Spoilers
Original Cs and Repo concept are not mine.
If you'd like to read Chapter 1 it can be found here.
Enjoy!
Chapter 2
The chemicals steamed and bubbled, and Shilo Wallace was careful to hold her hand steady as she added the red syrupy liquid that she hoped would stop the reaction immediately. Too much could cause her results to be skewed. She’d been through this several times, stubbornly certain that she had the right formula, just not the right measurements. Five drops later, the bubbling subsided and Shilo grinned, justified in the repetitiveness of her experiments. It wasn’t perfected yet, and there was still cross-referencing with samples of human tissue to be done, but it was a step in the right direction.
The past year had changed Shilo in more ways than she’d ever imagined. Working for Geneco had turned out to be a good decision. Natalia Largo had been right about Shilo following in her father’s footsteps. The girl had a knack for medicine and chemistry. In just a short time, she’d already developed two working treatments for the company with a new one in experimental testing. Even her fellow chemists, who worked in the Geneco labs and only saw her once in awhile, couldn’t fathom her intelligence, and most of them had been top in their field at one time.
Of course, not all of Nathan’s genetics were so desirable. Shilo’s first medical breakthrough had been for herself, a serum that kept the darker parts of her inheritance hidden from the world ninety nine percent of the time. What the medicine couldn’t do, Graverobber could with his own pleasurable methods. At one point, Shilo had feared him…had feared most of the world to be exact. But things had changed considerably and she was no longer the angry child she’d been before her father was murdered nor was she scared girl she'd been after his death.
After making the detailed notes she needed, Shilo stood up and stretched. A glace at the clock told her she'd been working for almost 10 hours, and tt amazed her how fast time could go in the lab. The work was never done and she still had plans for that night. Recently she’d been reading about certain healing herbs, a few of which could be found in the graveyard near her house. Shilo was anxious to go hunting so she could begin a new set of experiments in conjunction with those she was currently working on.
Just as she started up the stairs to her room to take a break, the front door of the house opened.
“Early day?” she asked, smiling as Graverobber walked in. Her face fell when she saw the look on his face. "What's wrong?"
"They're out," he said. Shilo felt her heart catch in her throat.
"Already?"
Grave nodded. "It's been a year. They've all rehabbed and the institutions let them out."
"All of them?" When he nodded, Shilo shook her head. "I don't believe it. I never thought...I mean Luigi and Pavi were so...."
"Fucked up?" Graverobber raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah." Shilo walked to him slowly and put her arms around him. "I guess I took for granted that they'd be in there for a lot longer. Even Amber should have...I mean her addictions were so severe..."
"I know." He pulled her close, his hands running down her back to lightly caress the curve of her buttocks. Unlike her, Graverobber spent most of his working day at Geneco. He'd never wanted to be a businessman, but he'd taken the offer when Natalia had gave it to him and had since proved his knack at upper management. Repossessions were almost unheard of anymore, payment plans were easier to follow, and with the medicines that Shilo was developing, there had already been several cases where chemical treatment had eliminated the need for new organ transplants altogether. Their more cosmetic line, including the corneal implants, were no longer offered on any sort of payment plan, and as such were only being bought by the wealthy who could pay upfront.
True to her word, Natalia had advised from behind the scenes when she felt it was needed, keeping her eye on Graverobber and Shilo as she'd always done, a hobby of hers that had saved both of their lives at one time. It was she who'd told him that the three deviants were back on the street. Grave had headed home right away, worried that they'd all come after Shilo first and not believing for one second that any of them had been "cured."
Home. It was a word he never thought he'd use, but the house Shilo had grown up in had become just such a place, and the kid had become something even more special to him. His instincts told him that the Largos would be looking for her. "I don't want you to be alone Shilo. Not while they're out there."
Shilo sighed. "They've obviously been deemed fit for society. What if they never go back in? What if they stay 'out there'? I'm never allowed to be alone again?"
"Eventually they'll slip up and the next place they'll go is prison. In the meantime, Natalia and I will keep an eye on you, and I'll have some Geneco agents to bodyguard you for awhile."
"So I'm basically supposed to stay locked in my room again?" Shilo couldn't help the bitter tone to her voice. "Like a sick teenager with someone always watching over me and telling me what to do? Thanks alot, Dad, but I can handle myself." She pulled away from him, angry and annoyed.
Irritated by her attitude, Graverobber grabbed her arm and yanked her back against him. "Don't pull that crap with me, kid. I'm not your father and I'm not asking you to stay locked up because that's how I get my kicks." He thread his fingers through her hair then gripped it tight so she had no choice but to look at him. "You don't have to stay here. You could always come with me to work."
"Right," she said. "When my work is here? I'd never get anything done if I was there every day and you know it."
"You're not making this easy."
"What's supposed to be easy? I hate the fact that I always have to be protected. I hate the Largos and in a way, I still hate Geneco because of everything I've lost to it. I'm glad you're running it now, but I'm not working in that facility. I'll be fine on my own, okay? I know enough not to answer the door to strangers."
Grave grabbed Shilo and pushed her against the front door, pressing his body against hers. "You can really be a pain in the ass sometimes, Shi. You know that?" He brought his face close to hers and could smell the soap she'd bathed in beneath the chemical scent from her lab. The problem with being mad at Shilo is that the anger aroused him and usually made for the best sex between them. Not that the sex wasn't good anyway. Shilo's body molded to his like no one else's ever had, and she played so many different roles without even meaning to: innocent girl, rough dominatrix, elegant seductress. It was the anger that sometimes simmered between them though that caused the best explosions.
Now, pressed against the foyer door, both still clothed, Graverobber ground his hips into hers, hard beneath the plain dark pants he wore. Shilo gasped, her lips opening as she felt him against her. His hand came up beneath the white lab coat she wore and found her breast, squeezing it gently through her blouse. Shilo's nipples became rock hard. "If I'm such a pain in the ass," she said, "then why do you stay with me?"
Grave grinned. "Because there are obvious perks." His mouth pressed hard against hers, forcing her open to him, his tongue exploring her. Shilo kissed him back, her lips relaxing under his as they tasted each other. She felt herself become hot with need, and when the familiar tightness of desire subsided, she knew what Grave would find when he finally touched her there...the silky slickness that he never failed to draw from her.
Shilo's hand moved down to the front of his pants, brushing against his erection, silently urging him to free his cock so she could feel it against her and inside her. Understanding her urgency, Graverobber reached down and pushed his pants down over his hips. Shilo wasted no time in enclosing him in her hand, squeezing and stroking his shaft. Grave gasped and grabbed her hips under her coat and skirt, lifting her. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around him and he pressed her harder into the door. With one arm holding her, his other hand reached down to push her hands off his cock and guide it into her between her damp thighs and soaking nether lips.
Shilo clenched around him, and Grave buried his head in her neck, finding a spot of soft flesh there and sucking hard. It was painful but Shilo loved the sensation. From the beginning, he'd taught her the link between pleasure and pain and she still craved the intensity of it. With ankles crossed and digging into his buttocks, Shilo let gravity pull her down, in turn pushing his cock further inside of her. In this position she couldn't move as much as she wanted, so she begged him to move for her. "Fuck me, Grave. Please, just...fuck me..."
Grave obliged willingly and thrust hard and fast against her, letting his anger and lust push him deeper. His fingers dug into her rear and he watched her expression with smug satisfaction. He loved watching her come, and he knew by the heaviness of her breathing and the volume of her moaning that she was close. Grave couldn't touch her in this position but he knew he didn't have to, that the friction would be enough to stimulate the sexual sensitivity he'd come to enjoy in Shilo.
Her orgasm was hard and came sooner than Grave had expected. The clenching of her muscles pulled his own climax from him and with several fierce thrusts, he shot himself inside of her. With one last groan he found her neck again, this time to lick and kiss the area where he'd marked her with an already visible bruise. He could feel Shilo's lips against his temple and felt weak from the exertion and intensity.
Shilo was weak as well, and she draped her body against his. "I'm not complaining," she murmured, "but this door is killing my back."
Grave chuckled. "Sounds like complaining to me, kid. But the bed will probably be more comfortable." Without putting her down, he put his arms around her and carried her upstairs, her body light for an 18 year old young woman. Shilo felt relaxed and sleepy and so didn't argue at being held like this.
"Are you ever going to stop calling me 'kid'?"
"I doubt it." It had been his pet name for her before they'd become carnally acquainted and it still fit her.
"Okay." Shilo was too tired to argue about the nickname. She felt him lay her down on the bed and remove her clothes. Moments later he was beside her, naked as well, and holding her tightly. Shilo closed her eyes with the intentions of just resting them for a few minutes, but it wasn't long before she had fallen asleep. Grave lay awake for a little while longer, grateful at finding a better release for their anger than fighting. Within minutes, he fell asleep too, confident that when Shilo was with him, nothing bad would happen to her.
NC-17 and Spoilers
Original Cs and Repo concept are not mine.
If you'd like to read Chapter 1 it can be found here.
Enjoy!
Chapter 2
The chemicals steamed and bubbled, and Shilo Wallace was careful to hold her hand steady as she added the red syrupy liquid that she hoped would stop the reaction immediately. Too much could cause her results to be skewed. She’d been through this several times, stubbornly certain that she had the right formula, just not the right measurements. Five drops later, the bubbling subsided and Shilo grinned, justified in the repetitiveness of her experiments. It wasn’t perfected yet, and there was still cross-referencing with samples of human tissue to be done, but it was a step in the right direction.
The past year had changed Shilo in more ways than she’d ever imagined. Working for Geneco had turned out to be a good decision. Natalia Largo had been right about Shilo following in her father’s footsteps. The girl had a knack for medicine and chemistry. In just a short time, she’d already developed two working treatments for the company with a new one in experimental testing. Even her fellow chemists, who worked in the Geneco labs and only saw her once in awhile, couldn’t fathom her intelligence, and most of them had been top in their field at one time.
Of course, not all of Nathan’s genetics were so desirable. Shilo’s first medical breakthrough had been for herself, a serum that kept the darker parts of her inheritance hidden from the world ninety nine percent of the time. What the medicine couldn’t do, Graverobber could with his own pleasurable methods. At one point, Shilo had feared him…had feared most of the world to be exact. But things had changed considerably and she was no longer the angry child she’d been before her father was murdered nor was she scared girl she'd been after his death.
After making the detailed notes she needed, Shilo stood up and stretched. A glace at the clock told her she'd been working for almost 10 hours, and tt amazed her how fast time could go in the lab. The work was never done and she still had plans for that night. Recently she’d been reading about certain healing herbs, a few of which could be found in the graveyard near her house. Shilo was anxious to go hunting so she could begin a new set of experiments in conjunction with those she was currently working on.
Just as she started up the stairs to her room to take a break, the front door of the house opened.
“Early day?” she asked, smiling as Graverobber walked in. Her face fell when she saw the look on his face. "What's wrong?"
"They're out," he said. Shilo felt her heart catch in her throat.
"Already?"
Grave nodded. "It's been a year. They've all rehabbed and the institutions let them out."
"All of them?" When he nodded, Shilo shook her head. "I don't believe it. I never thought...I mean Luigi and Pavi were so...."
"Fucked up?" Graverobber raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah." Shilo walked to him slowly and put her arms around him. "I guess I took for granted that they'd be in there for a lot longer. Even Amber should have...I mean her addictions were so severe..."
"I know." He pulled her close, his hands running down her back to lightly caress the curve of her buttocks. Unlike her, Graverobber spent most of his working day at Geneco. He'd never wanted to be a businessman, but he'd taken the offer when Natalia had gave it to him and had since proved his knack at upper management. Repossessions were almost unheard of anymore, payment plans were easier to follow, and with the medicines that Shilo was developing, there had already been several cases where chemical treatment had eliminated the need for new organ transplants altogether. Their more cosmetic line, including the corneal implants, were no longer offered on any sort of payment plan, and as such were only being bought by the wealthy who could pay upfront.
True to her word, Natalia had advised from behind the scenes when she felt it was needed, keeping her eye on Graverobber and Shilo as she'd always done, a hobby of hers that had saved both of their lives at one time. It was she who'd told him that the three deviants were back on the street. Grave had headed home right away, worried that they'd all come after Shilo first and not believing for one second that any of them had been "cured."
Home. It was a word he never thought he'd use, but the house Shilo had grown up in had become just such a place, and the kid had become something even more special to him. His instincts told him that the Largos would be looking for her. "I don't want you to be alone Shilo. Not while they're out there."
Shilo sighed. "They've obviously been deemed fit for society. What if they never go back in? What if they stay 'out there'? I'm never allowed to be alone again?"
"Eventually they'll slip up and the next place they'll go is prison. In the meantime, Natalia and I will keep an eye on you, and I'll have some Geneco agents to bodyguard you for awhile."
"So I'm basically supposed to stay locked in my room again?" Shilo couldn't help the bitter tone to her voice. "Like a sick teenager with someone always watching over me and telling me what to do? Thanks alot, Dad, but I can handle myself." She pulled away from him, angry and annoyed.
Irritated by her attitude, Graverobber grabbed her arm and yanked her back against him. "Don't pull that crap with me, kid. I'm not your father and I'm not asking you to stay locked up because that's how I get my kicks." He thread his fingers through her hair then gripped it tight so she had no choice but to look at him. "You don't have to stay here. You could always come with me to work."
"Right," she said. "When my work is here? I'd never get anything done if I was there every day and you know it."
"You're not making this easy."
"What's supposed to be easy? I hate the fact that I always have to be protected. I hate the Largos and in a way, I still hate Geneco because of everything I've lost to it. I'm glad you're running it now, but I'm not working in that facility. I'll be fine on my own, okay? I know enough not to answer the door to strangers."
Grave grabbed Shilo and pushed her against the front door, pressing his body against hers. "You can really be a pain in the ass sometimes, Shi. You know that?" He brought his face close to hers and could smell the soap she'd bathed in beneath the chemical scent from her lab. The problem with being mad at Shilo is that the anger aroused him and usually made for the best sex between them. Not that the sex wasn't good anyway. Shilo's body molded to his like no one else's ever had, and she played so many different roles without even meaning to: innocent girl, rough dominatrix, elegant seductress. It was the anger that sometimes simmered between them though that caused the best explosions.
Now, pressed against the foyer door, both still clothed, Graverobber ground his hips into hers, hard beneath the plain dark pants he wore. Shilo gasped, her lips opening as she felt him against her. His hand came up beneath the white lab coat she wore and found her breast, squeezing it gently through her blouse. Shilo's nipples became rock hard. "If I'm such a pain in the ass," she said, "then why do you stay with me?"
Grave grinned. "Because there are obvious perks." His mouth pressed hard against hers, forcing her open to him, his tongue exploring her. Shilo kissed him back, her lips relaxing under his as they tasted each other. She felt herself become hot with need, and when the familiar tightness of desire subsided, she knew what Grave would find when he finally touched her there...the silky slickness that he never failed to draw from her.
Shilo's hand moved down to the front of his pants, brushing against his erection, silently urging him to free his cock so she could feel it against her and inside her. Understanding her urgency, Graverobber reached down and pushed his pants down over his hips. Shilo wasted no time in enclosing him in her hand, squeezing and stroking his shaft. Grave gasped and grabbed her hips under her coat and skirt, lifting her. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around him and he pressed her harder into the door. With one arm holding her, his other hand reached down to push her hands off his cock and guide it into her between her damp thighs and soaking nether lips.
Shilo clenched around him, and Grave buried his head in her neck, finding a spot of soft flesh there and sucking hard. It was painful but Shilo loved the sensation. From the beginning, he'd taught her the link between pleasure and pain and she still craved the intensity of it. With ankles crossed and digging into his buttocks, Shilo let gravity pull her down, in turn pushing his cock further inside of her. In this position she couldn't move as much as she wanted, so she begged him to move for her. "Fuck me, Grave. Please, just...fuck me..."
Grave obliged willingly and thrust hard and fast against her, letting his anger and lust push him deeper. His fingers dug into her rear and he watched her expression with smug satisfaction. He loved watching her come, and he knew by the heaviness of her breathing and the volume of her moaning that she was close. Grave couldn't touch her in this position but he knew he didn't have to, that the friction would be enough to stimulate the sexual sensitivity he'd come to enjoy in Shilo.
Her orgasm was hard and came sooner than Grave had expected. The clenching of her muscles pulled his own climax from him and with several fierce thrusts, he shot himself inside of her. With one last groan he found her neck again, this time to lick and kiss the area where he'd marked her with an already visible bruise. He could feel Shilo's lips against his temple and felt weak from the exertion and intensity.
Shilo was weak as well, and she draped her body against his. "I'm not complaining," she murmured, "but this door is killing my back."
Grave chuckled. "Sounds like complaining to me, kid. But the bed will probably be more comfortable." Without putting her down, he put his arms around her and carried her upstairs, her body light for an 18 year old young woman. Shilo felt relaxed and sleepy and so didn't argue at being held like this.
"Are you ever going to stop calling me 'kid'?"
"I doubt it." It had been his pet name for her before they'd become carnally acquainted and it still fit her.
"Okay." Shilo was too tired to argue about the nickname. She felt him lay her down on the bed and remove her clothes. Moments later he was beside her, naked as well, and holding her tightly. Shilo closed her eyes with the intentions of just resting them for a few minutes, but it wasn't long before she had fallen asleep. Grave lay awake for a little while longer, grateful at finding a better release for their anger than fighting. Within minutes, he fell asleep too, confident that when Shilo was with him, nothing bad would happen to her.