Author's note: Okay, so I just couldn't help myself! (: There's not enough Grilo, and I missed writing Graverobber's POV ): I was having really bad withdrawal symptoms! So…yeeaayyy! Sequel one-shots! Please, please, please review if you have the time! Thank you – I hope you enjoy. This O/S is set about a week after the end of 'The God of Glow' (; More to follow!
Graverobber sat at the kitchen table, a blindfold over his eyes – he knew it had been a bad idea to tell Shilo that it was his birthday, but in the throes of passion there were a lot of things he would suddenly blurt out by accident. They were usually compliments, of course, but then his age had been bothering him as he watched Shilo's young and nubile body twist beneath his and it had just…slipped out.
He hadn't told her his age – he wasn't even that much older than Shilo, but it still bothered him. It bothered him that she could do better than him and he was selfishly keeping her from that.
But he was a bastard.
Shilo hadn't even taken it badly that he had been thinking about that rather than her on his cock – in fact, she had gotten really excited.
That's why he was currently sitting at the kitchen table, butt-naked with one of his shirts tied around his head as a make-shift blindfold.
Shilo had told him to sit and stay put while she found a present for him.
He had complained, saying that it wasn't necessary – but she had given him one of those mind-blowing kisses that shot everything else out of the water and made his brain sizzle numbly and pleasantly. While he was distracted, she had covered his eyes and disappeared.
Graverobber was getting cold now.
He sighed and began to reach back to untie the shirt sleeves, when a pair of soft, warm hands clamped down on his wrists.
"What do you think you're doing?" Shilo's voice asked in his ear, her tone husky and dark.
Graverobber fought back his instinctive shiver and smirked, "Nothing, Kitten – just…stretching."
"Uh-huh… I don't believe you."
Graverobber chuckled, "You wound me."
His wrists were suddenly released and he heard something being shifted onto the table in front of him – he waited impatiently until Shilo told him he could take off the blindfold. He internally sighed – he was so whipped.
Graverobber frowned when he heard some odd noises – little 'ooh's and 'aah's and a very distinctive moan. He could feel himself growing hard just from what he was hearing and even more so from what his imagination was conjuring up.
"Shilo?" He asked, his voice strained.
Graverobber heard a final definitive click of something, and then delicate fingertips were tugging at the silk shirt over his eyes – he yanked it away…and was then sure if he should have or not.
Because the sight that met his eyes would surely kill him.
He had been worried about his age, and now he hoped that he had no underlying illnesses, because he felt like he was going to have a fucking stroke.
Shilo lay on the table before him, naked as he was…except for the foodstuffs covering her beautiful body. He didn't know where she had found whipped cream, or chocolate sauce…but he wasn't sure he cared right then.
Graverobber was hard and hungry as his gaze travelled up Shilo's pale, sugar-covered skin to her dark and wicked smile and smouldering dark chocolate eyes.
Her hair was pinned up on her head and her neck was bare…apart from the lashings of chocolate sauce on it…
When she spoke, her voice matched the sinful scene she had presented him with, "Happy Birthday, Graves."
Graverobber growled and pounced, the table groaning under his sudden attack – his mouth devoured the sauce on Shilo's neck, and his hands began spreading the cream further over her perfect, rounded breasts.
"Fuck…" He groaned, as he looked down the length of her body.
He spotted a single, ruby-red cherry on the cream-covered heaven between her thighs and the resulting noise he made made Shilo shiver beneath him – it was somewhere between a growl, a moan, and a chuckle…
He slowly slid down her body, making sure that the sauce and cream smeared over his skin, "You spoil me, Kitten."
"Huh?" She breathed, her eyes fluttering shut as his hot breath washed over her cooling skin.
"I've already taken your cherry once…" He smirked, spreading her delicious thighs apart for him to attack the heaven that lay between them.
"Think of it as a special…ah!...birthday gift," Shilo moaned, her fingers tangling in Graverobber's mussed hair.
Graverobber plucked the cherry from the top of her mound with his mouth and swallowed the berry before tying the stalk with his tongue – Shilo opened her eyes to see his smug smile as he opened his mouth and showed the knotted stalk between his teeth.
"I have a talented mouth…" Graverobber grinned.
"You didn't need to do that to prove it…I already know," she gasped, as his fingers explored the places that the whipped cream covered.
His tongue soon followed his fingers and sure enough, Shilo began to pant and buck wildly.
"I'm not so sure this was entirely my present," Graverobber murmured, licking a fiery path up Shilo's folds.
Shilo cried out beautifully, fisting her hands in his hair roughly, "It's all for you!"
"Damn fucking straight, baby," he growled, climbing over her and thrusting into her tight and hot core.
Shilo screamed in pleasure and the sounded shot through Graverobber's body like lightning – his thrusts were merciless, his pounding hard and domineering… He wanted to scream that she was his from the rooftops every time he kissed her, let alone had sex with her – he thought he'd implode if he kept all his possessiveness bottled up inside.
His mouth descended on her neck, the opposite side to the wound that was still healing from the attack by the Repo cadet – his teeth tugged and his lips pulled as he slammed into Shilo harder and harder. He knew she liked him like this – hot, hard and rough – and he liked letting out his darker side with her.
No one else – just his Shilo.
His Shilo was definitely not innocent, but she was pure and she was his – she was the most goddamn beautiful thing that had ever existed and he was going to be the only man to ever corrupt her.
But not destroy her – never destroy her.
He liked to taste that purity she offered – just once or twice, just to know it was still there and still his. Purity was something he could never have, but he wouldn't let Shilo live without hers – he'd die protecting that purity within her.
It was as those thoughts took over, that he felt the coil below his navel tightening rapidly – he roared out Shilo's name as filled her, spilling his seed deeply inside of her.
Shilo screamed as Graverobber thrust her over the edge, and he feasted on her delicious, cream and chocolate-covered breasts as they rode out their wave of bliss.
Once Shilo's breathing became more regular, Graverobber looked up at her with sauce and cream invitingly spread across his lips, "Best present…ever."
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