A/N: Gramber is one of my favorite pairings in the Repo fan world and I only thought it fit to create a fan fiction for them. I hope you enjoy this J
Pairing: Graverobber & Amber Sweet.
Rating: Teen.
Summary: Graverobber and Amber are addicted to each other, they are the other one's need, obsession, drug. Could something so intense as an obsession ever lead to a happy life together?
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It was nearly 3 in the morning, and the air was filled with the musty smell of dead bodies. It was a foul odor, but since Graverobber spent much of his time with them, his nose had grown accustomed to the smell. He was sat against the brick wall in an ally way and he could feel his eyes get heavy. He had spent the day as any other, waking early to refill his supply of Zydrate, and then attending to all of his clients' needs by shooting them up. He now needed to rest, and he was going to allow himself this simple pleasure. He pulled his trench coat up to his neck and let his eyes shut.
Minutes after falling asleep, he began dreaming. He was in a graveyard surrounded by tombs that were open. Dozens of corpses surrounded him, and he reached into his pockets to retrieve his needle so that he could extract some Zydrate. But when he reached into his pockets, they were empty. Swearing out loud, he dropped his weight onto the nearest tomb but had forgotten that it was open. He fell inside it and hit his head against the dead body of a rat. He reached his hands up to the sides of the tomb, and pulled himself up. But when he looked out, the once body filled graveyard was filled with nothing. Just miles and miles of darkness.
He then heard someone calling him in the distance. He looked around, trying to locate the voice when he was pushed against a headstone.
"There you are!"
Graverobber's eyes flew open and standing in front of him was none other than Amber Sweet.
"Here I am." he replied, squinting up at her.
"I need a hit Graves." She had her hands on her hips.
"Sorry, all out of Z."
"Liar! You're always loaded. Give me a hit, I need one NOW."
He stared up at her. She looked different than last time, but then again, she always did. Miss. Sweet was addicted to surgery, and this time she had hair that went down her back and stopped at her thighs. Her nose was curved up slightly, and her eyes appeared larger. Her lips were fuller and even her breasts were at least 2 times larger than usually. He had to admit, she looked sexy.
"Oh, come on Graves," Her voice had grown soft and pleading. She knelt down in front of him, with her two bodyguards standing behind her with their arms folded across their chest.
She put her hands on Graverobber's chest, and ran them down, pulling his coat off.
He knew where this was heading. He quickly stood up, before he couldn't stop her.
"Bitch, I said I'm out."
But she wouldn't give up. Her body needed Z and it needed it now. She put her hands up to his belt and tugged on it. "Then go get me some,"
Graverobber felt the cool air against his naked thighs. He felt his pants fall down against his boots and he leaned his head back with a moan when he felt her new full lips take him in her mouth. Oh yeah, he was gonna give her some Z. He would keep giving her some, as much as she wanted, only if she didn't stop.
A/N: Yay first chapter of Gramber. I hope that you enjoyed this J I had to throw a little action in there, cuz come on, isn't that what Graverobber/Amber are about? Well please R&R and I shall update J
