Sweet Friends

Part 13

“You are so good to me,” the Kid said as they walked. “You and Amber.”

“I wouldn’t go quite that far,” he said. “Neither of us are to be trusted.”

“I trust you.”

“Don’t.”

In the apartment she immediately wandered over to the bed and fell backwards onto it. “I’m supposed to be having fun tonight,” she said. “Fun things happen on beds.” He hated this. Hated having her there in such a condition when he wanted her so bad.

“Not tonight,” he told her, sitting down on the mattress to pry off his boots. Shilo raised one of her legs to fuss with the buckles on her shoes but gave up in a fit of giggles. Her skirt had fallen up, revealing the lacy tops of her stockings and her garter belt. Her legs did not have the same coltish quality that they had the first time he met her on the eve of Mag’s last show. Now they were fuller, more womanly. He wondered how much of the rest of her looked like that, but that would be wrong.

She grabbed at him and pulled him down beside her, scrambling up against him before he could stop her. She put an arm around his torso and snuggled up, resting her head on his shoulder. She sighed happily, and he sighed in resignation. If holding her while she slept kept her happy, he supposed he could suffer through it.

*****

He lifted his head when Amber came through the door some hours later. “Isn’t that sweet,” she remarked when she saw them together on the bed and he scrambled away, off of the bed.

The kid sat up sleepily, her eyes unfocused. Zydrate took forever to leave a system that wasn’t used to it. “Hi Amber,” she said. “I missed you.”

“That’s sweet, Shilo,” Amber said, but turned her attention towards Graverobber. “You ruined my plans for the night. Shilo and I, we were going to have a little fun.” She reached into her bag and brought out a large dildo attached to a harness. Graverobber had to admit that he had seen a fair share of dick in his time, but never anything amounting to the size of Amber’s.

“Do you really think I’m going to let you rape her with that thing?”

“She’s a virgin too,” Amber said, delighting in his reaction of horror. “It’ll hurt her pretty bad, I think.”

“It’s not going to happen.”

Amber set the dildo on the bed and reached into her bag again, this time coming up with a piece of paper. “This is your contract with GeneCo. Leonard Hammond. One heart, to be paid for over the course of fifteen years.” He didn’t think she knew his real name, but there was his signature at the bottom of the paper. “If this paper disappears, that means there’s no record of your heart being sold to you. Which would make it stolen. And you know what happens then. They call out the repo man, and he collects.”

“I don’t care. I still can’t let you do it.”

“Touching. I’ll make you a deal. You fuck her and I’ll watch, and I’ll just put this back in the files.”

“I can’t take advantage of her while she’s like this.”

“You don’t have a choice. Your cock or mine. Shilo Wallace is going to get one of them tonight, or your heart gets repossessed.”

“Why are you doing this to her? What did she ever do to you?”

“She has something I want. Amber Sweet gets what she wants.”

“What’s that?”

She avoided the question. “Why don’t you ask her what she wants?”

He sighed and turned. The Kid—Shilo—was sitting up in the bed, watching them. “I want you,” she told him, her voice still in the half-dream state from the Zydrate and alcohol.

He climbed onto the bed and Shilo came to him—he couldn’t think of her as a kid if he was going to do this—and she kissed him, her mouth sweet and small beneath his. He groaned as he felt himself begin to stiffen—he’d wanted this for too long, and that just wasn’t right. She pulled her dress off herself, sweeping the garment over her head in one movement. She was wearing only two triangles of sheer fabric over her small breasts, her underwear made of the same material. All of her charms lay out before him under a thin veil. No other man had seen her like this, almost naked, her skin flushed with desire. He only hoped there was more to her lust than the drugs in her system, giving him a small hope that she wouldn’t hate him in the morning.

He kissed each nipple through the fabric, teasing them to stand up alert while his hands slid down over her smooth young body. He had never been with a girl so innocent and pure, untouched by surgery or man. He was fairly certain he had never been this pure.

He lay her down against the pillows and slid her underwear down over her hips. She was wearing them on the outside of the garters so the stockings didn’t have to come off—he supposed Amber had taught her that. He glanced behind him. Amber had pulled one of his dining chairs over to the foot of the bed and had one leg up on the mattress. The dildo rested on her lap, his contract stayed in one hand, and she touched herself with the other. “You’re one sick woman,” he told her.

“Shut up and take off your pants. I want to see what’s left of my handiwork on your ass.”

He bit back a growl and stripped down, half relieved because he had an excuse to free his hard and aching cock from his jeans. Shilo’s eyes grew wide when she saw it, standing up and pointing at her. “It’ll be okay,” he told her, hating the sound of his own voice.

“I know it will,” she said, reaching out. When she touched him he thought he was going to die.

“Do you even know what’s going on?”

“I want you to be my first,” she said in a quiet voice, maybe so Amber couldn’t hear her. “I was going to wait for you to ask me, but I want it too much. I want you now.”

“Oh,” don’t worry,” he assured, giving up on his guilt and giving in to his hunger for this girl. “You have me.”

It didn’t matter to him that she wouldn’t remember a thing in the morning—he had to give her the best first time he possibly could. He kissed her again before making his way down her body with his mouth. She giggled when his mouth passed over her stomach, but gasped when his lips found their way between her legs, and he separated her folds with his fingers to delve inside her with his tongue. He enjoyed the feel of her soft hairs against his face—she was too innocent to be aware of shaving herself bare like so many other women he knew.

It wasn’t long before she was writing against him and he nearly had to hold her down when he felt her come, her body growing rigid under him as she cried out loudly. Grave Robber teased out her orgasm until she was begging, and he slid back up her body to kiss her, letting the girl taste her own juices on his lips and tongue.

“Get on with it already,” Amber said from behind him, but he chose to ignore her.

“Shilo,” he said, his mouth close to her ear. “You’re too high to feel this now, but you might be sore in the morning.” He himself was aching for release, his naked body against hers, wanting and hating himself for wanting. He pressed himself against her opening, and winced. It was going to be a very tight fit.

He kissed her as he pushed himself inside her and she gasped against his mouth. He gasped too—she was so unbelievably tight. He was still for a moment, letting her get used to him inside her before he started moving, ever so slowly, as much for his sake as hers. There was no way he would last very long inside this beautiful angelic child.

He wanted to curse Amber for making him do it, but his pleasure was too great. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer and kissing his neck, and this tenderness sent him over the edge, thrusting hard inside her one more time and exploding, hating himself even as he came, holding back a scream.

He was breathing heavily as he came down from the best orgasm of his life, pulling his softening cock from Shilo to lay down beside her. She curled up beside him and rested her head on his shoulder, smiling. She was on Zydrate. She couldn’t feel or remember a thing. He doubted she would be so content in the morning.

Grave Robber glared at Amber, rubbing herself into a frenzy until she came as well, her yell seeming to echo through the room. She always did like to be loud. “That was wonderful,” she said, giving him a smile.

“We’re square now, right?” he demanded, knowing that as long as he owed on his heart, they never would be.

“I’ll see you around,” she said, packing up his contract and her dildo.

“Yeah. Whatever.” She blew him a kiss as she left the apartment.

Grave Robber sighed and roused Shilo awake again. “You should clean yourself up before you sleep,” he suggested, and nearly had to steer her into the bathroom himself. While she was in the other room he surveyed the bed. There were clothes everywhere. He picked up Shilo’s things and put them over the chair Amber had vacated so they wouldn’t wrinkle. He was pulling his jeans back on when Shilo re-appeared, standing naked except for her stockings.

“I’m very tired,” she told him.

“I bet,” he replied, trying to sound upbeat. She went over to him and kissed him, but he pulled away. “You might hate me in the morning,” he told her. She smiled and he helped her take off the garter belt and roll the stockings down her legs and he picked his t-shirt off the floor and pulled it over her head. “Goodnight, Shilo.” She got back into bed and he tucked the blankets around her like she were a little girl. Which in a way, she was. “Please don’t hate me,” he whispered, and kissed her forehead, but she was already asleep.

Feeling very old he went over to the couch and fell onto the cushions to wait for sleep to come.

*****

Part 14

There was something very wrong when Shilo woke up. She was not in her bed—she was in Grave Robber’s bed, and she was wearing only one of his shirts. Someone had tucked her in neatly and her clothes were hanging on a chair at the foot of the bed. Her head was spinning and she felt like she was going to throw up. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and noted the tenderness between her legs.

< No no no, > she thought, and she didn’t make it to the bathroom before she threw up all over the floor. Stomach still churning she managed to get into the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet and touching herself, already knowing the worst had happened, but needing to feel the pain of her fingers pressing up into herself to be sure. Someone had sex with her during the night, and she couldn’t remember who.

Shilo washed her mouth out in the sink and gazed at herself in the mirror. Her hair was sticking up all over the place and there were dark circles under her eyes. “You look like hell,” she told her reflection, and she felt worse. It was all she could do to stumble and fall back onto the bed. Whatever this was, it had to be worse than a hangover. Her moan of despair turned into a crying sob as she crawled across the bed and wrapped herself in the blankets.

The noise she was making was loud, and Grave Robber’s head shot up from the other side of the couch. He was over it in a second, either ignoring or not seeing the mess on his carpet as he rushed to her side. “Kid, I’m so sorry,” he said, and because he had been sleeping on the couch, and he was wearing pants, she let him gather her up in his arms and pressed against his chest she cried until there were no more tears.

“Do you know what happened to me?” she asked him when she finally dried her eyes. “I don’t remember.”

“Amber,” he said. “She had them put Zydrate in your drink.”

Shilo swallowed and nodded, not wanting to vomit again. “What did I do?”

“Oh, baby, it’s nothing you did.” He pushed her away and traced the scar down the center of his chest. “I had to have a heart transplant when I was about your age,” he told her, and Shilo had a feeling this was the beginning of a story she wasn’t going to like. “I was pretty sick—they told me I was going to die. I didn’t have any money so I had to buy it on credit. I’m still paying. Last night Amber threatened to send a repo man after me, unless…”

“She made you have sex with me.” Somehow she felt relieved. It hadn’t been some stranger in the back of the club with people watching. It had been with Grave Robber.

“I didn’t want it to happen like that.”

“Thank you for telling me the truth.”

“Please, don’t be like that. Be mad. I feel like hell about it, and I’d feel much better if you yelled at me or hit me or something. I deserve it..”

“Did I enjoy it?”

He gave her a slow nod. “Yes.”

“Did Amber watch?” Another nod. “Why did she do it? Is it because I like you? Because you looked at me?”

“I don’t know. She said you had something she wanted.”

Shilo tried to think of something, anything, but she felt so sick, and so tired. “Can I stay here today?” she asked. “I don’t want to be alone.”

His arms tightened around her. “You don’t hate me.”

“No,” she whispered. “How can I hate you? You’re the only one who cares about me in the whole world. You don’t even know me. Why do you care?”

“I know your soul,” he told her, smiling a little as he stroked her hair. He leaned down and kissed her. < Oh. > “Stay here as long as you want. I’ll take care of you. Forever.”

“I don’t want someone to take care of me. I need to learn how to do that on my own. But I do need a friend.” She smiled and returned his kiss. “And a lover.”

*****

Part 15

It took Shilo a few days to get up the courage to visit Amber at GeneCo headquarters, and she had to make a few pit stops before going into Amber’s office on the top floor. The smile Amber gave her when she entered made her shiver. There was no feeling in it at all. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” Amber said. “But here you are, coming back for more.”

“I thought you were my friend,” Shilo said, getting to the point. “Why did you do that to me?”

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re always taking everything from me. My father hated me, understand? He despised me. When I was a little girl he used to call me his princess, you know that? And I adored him, and did anything to keep him happy. But then I got older and I learned that you don’t get anywhere by doing what you’re told and kissing ass, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t still love him. He just didn’t want to deal with me anymore, and nothing I did made him happy. So he tried to give my legacy—-*mine*-—to you. Stupid, clueless Shilo Wallace.”

“I never wanted this stupid company. I hate what your family is doing to the people of
this city,” Shilo told her. “I would never be a part of that.”

“You never will. I don’t want to see you again.”

“You won’t have to,” Shilo assured. “Or Grave Robber either.” She dug in her purse for the forms she had just spent the last hour filling out. “I bought out his loan.” She waved the papers in front of Amber’s face. “He’s free now. You have no power over him.”

Amber’s cool demeanor snapped and she stood up in her chair, leaning forward over her desk. “You can’t do that!” Her voice was shrill. “He’s mine.”

“Not any more. But what do you care? He’s just a drug dealer. You’re better than him. He doesn’t mean anything to you.”

Amber collapsed on her desk, burying her face in her arms. She didn’t even try to suppress her sobs. “You have everything now,” she moaned into her desktop. “Fine. Take him. I don’t want him anyway.”

“I also bought out William Wrigley’s contract too. Billy, the liver transplant? You were going to loan him to the city for sewer work, *unpaid*, for seven years.”

“What are you going to do?” Amber mumbled without looking up. “Buy out every contract on file? You don’t have that kind of money. No one does.”

“I don’t,” Shilo agreed. “But I’ll figure it out. Goodbye Amber. I’m not going to miss you,” Shilo said as she turned towards the door. “But I think you’ll miss me.”

*****

Grave Robber was waiting for her outside of the building, smoking a cigarette and looking anxious, but Shilo was smiling when she came out. She gave him a handful of papers. “Paid in full,” she told him.

He took the papers, still not believing it. “I’ll pay you back,” he assured.

“Forget it,” she said with a grin as they began walking. She slid an arm around him, pulling him close so their hips bumped as they walked. “Your heart belongs to me now.”

“It always did.”

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A/N: I really love this story. I’m so disappointed that it’s a fanfic because it’s really good and I can’t do anything with it. So since I can’t make any money on it, could you guys pay my ego instead and leave comments?