Disclaimer: I do not own REPO or its characters. Though gods know I wish I did.
So I was watching REPO and I heard this song "Needle Into A Bug" during the credits. I've watched the deleted scenes, I know what the song was for and about and all that jazz, but I still came up with the idea for this fanfiction while hearing it. So here ya go. Yes, there will be more chapters. I enjoy writing this stuff way more than I should. :3
Chapter One
"Kid, is that you?"
"Do you have my cure?"
"Kid, I'm not giving you drugs."
Shilo glared at him. "Stop calling me kid. You're only a couple years older than me."
He laughed. "Fine. But I'm still not giving you drugs."
"Please! I need my cure…"
"Begging won't help. It's not going to cure you, only hurt you. C'mon, I'm taking you home." He stood and started walking, dragging her behind him.
She dug her heels, refusing to move. "I don't have a home."
"Yes, you do. You're coming home with me."
She froze and stared at him. "What?"
"You heard me. Until you can stand on your own two feet, you're coming home with me."
"But…"
"No buts."
"Here we are. Home sweet home." He flung open the door and spread his arms, spinning in a circle before looking back at Shilo, trying to gauge her reaction. "What?"
"It's so normal," Shilo said finally.
"What, were you expecting something in a graveyard?"
"Actually…yes."
"Whatever, kid. Mi casa, su casa. Just don't touch my stash. Not that you could, it's kept under lock and key."
Shilo growled and he narrowed his eyes at her. "You stay in my house, you keep yourself clean, hear me? What would your father think if he knew his daughter was a junkie?"
"He's the one who made me a junkie in the first place!"
"Oh. Right."
They stood in awkward silence for several minutes. Finally, he yawned.
"I'm tired and I'm sure you are too. Let's get some sleep, I'm sure things will look shinier in the morning."
"Where do I sleep?" Shilo asked, looking around the small apartment and seeing only one bed shoved in the corner.
"Where do you think? It's a small place. I don't bite, don't snore, and I don't steal covers. You won't even know I'm there." He threw a white T-shirt at her and she fumbled, but caught it. "You can sleep in that until I can break into your dad's house and get your stuff."
Shilo quickly changed in the bathroom. When she emerged, he was already in the bed. He shifted slightly and the blanket fell away to reveal that he was shirtless. Shilo bit her lip.
"Just get over here already," he snapped. "I'm tired. And I get cranky when I'm tired."
She quickly slid under the sheets and turned towards the wall. He turned off the light and pulled the blanket up over his bare chest.
"Night, kid."
"Don't call me kid."
His breathing slowly deepened and she was sure he had fallen asleep. But sleep eluded Shilo. The events of the last few days had finally caught up with her. Tears dripped down her cheeks and she put a hand over her mouth to stifle her sobs.
"Kid…" he said quietly.
She gasped. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you. I'll be quiet, sorry."
"Turn over, kid." She did so. His eyes reflected the light coming through the window. He turned onto his side, pulling her closer with his right arm. His left hand wiped the tears from her cheeks. "C'mere."
Shilo buried her face into his chest and burst into tears. She felt him put his cheek on the top of her head and rub her back gently. Her tears finally stopped and she hiccupped softly.
"Sorry," she whispered, pulling back a bit and trying to dry his chest with a corner of the blanket. She glanced up and found herself staring at his lips. Before she could think about what she was doing, she leaned in and gently brushed her lips across his.
He groaned and she pulled back sharply. "I'm sorry! I, I, I don't know why I did that."
"You talk too much, kid," he said and pressed his lips to hers once more.
It was her turn to groan. Without conscious thought her lips parted and she gasped when his tongue slipped inside. Shilo decided she liked it and cautiously extended her own tongue to meet his. She moaned when his hand started traveling down her body and cupped her breast through the thin shirt.
He broke away from their kiss. "Kid, if we don't stop now, this might go farther than it should."
In response, Shilo rolled onto her back, pulling him with her, and placed both of his hands on her breasts. "I don't want to stop."
He swooped down and kissed her hard, his hands pinching her nipples. She arched her back and gasped into his mouth, her hands clutching at his back. He broke the kiss again but before she could protest his hands slid under her shirt. Shilo lifted herself and soon the shirt lay on the floor and his mouth was on her breast.
She moaned, one hand clamped over her mouth and the other in his hair. Her back arched again, trying to push her nipple farther into his talented mouth. She heard him chuckle and his hand tweaked the other nipple. She moaned louder. He pulled his mouth off her breast, much to her dismay, and slowly began to kiss his way down her body until her reached her panties. He placed a kiss on her inner thigh and looked up at her.
"I really, really don't want to stop, but if you want me to I will. Last chance, kid."
"Don't call me kid. And I swear, if you stop now, I will do my best to maim you horribly."
He laughed, loud and long. "Fine, but don't say I didn't give you the opportunity."
"Duly noted. Now please get back to…well, whatever you were going to do."
He paused. "You a virgin?" She didn't have to say anything, he could read the answer in her silence and the pink staining her cheeks. "Well, that explains a few things. Guess I'll have to be a bit more careful than I was planning to be."
Before she could ask what he meant he hooked his fingers under the elastic of her panties, yanked them down, and buried his tongue in her crotch.
Her head flew back and if there hadn't been a pillow there she would have put a dent in the wall. His tongue swept over her folds, lapping up her juices. She hissed when his teeth gently grazed over her clit, followed by his tongue, and she stuffed the blanket into her mouth to keep herself from screaming. Nothing had ever felt so good as his tongue flicking over that little nub of flesh.
He pulled away and she nearly screamed again, but this time with frustration.
"Don't stop, why did you stop," she gasped.
"If I don't get some relief soon, I'm gonna explode," he groaned. He crawled back up her body and kissed her lips. She could taste herself on him and found that she didn't mind a bit.
"This is gonna hurt a bit," he whispered. He stood and pulled his boxers off, quickly sliding back under the covers and positioning himself at her entrance. "You ready?"
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak without giving away her nervousness. He pressed inside and she squeezed her eyes shut at the unfamiliar intrusion. He shifted his hips and the tip of his cock hit the barrier inside her. With one hard thrust he broke through it and her eyes flew open. She gasped at the pain.
"Sorry," he whispered. "Sorry. It'll feel better in a moment." He kissed her again and she soon forgot the pain. She gripped at his back and shifted her hips, moaning at the feeling of his cock pressing against her clit.
He pulled out and thrust back in. Her head flew back again and she could have sworn she saw stars.
"Feel good, Shilo?" he asked, thrusting again.
"Faster," she moaned. "Faster."
He obliged, quickening his pace. She groaned, not bothering to stifle the sound, not caring who heard. She bent her knees to give him more room, while her hand ran over his back, his hip, and down to cup his ass. The other was twined in his hair, gripping harder when he gave a particularly pleasurable thrust.
"Shilo, I'm not gonna last much longer," he hissed between clenched teeth, his face pressed into the crook of her neck. She dug her nails into his back in reply and he bit her shoulder gently.
"Neither am I," she managed to whisper back. "Harder, please, I want to come…"
"Yeah? Then come for me. Scream my name. Come with my dick deep inside you…"
"Ah…ah…yes, right there…fuck yes…oh, ZACHARY!"
Her world exploded and she saw stars once more. Zachary thrust a few more times and with a shout he poured himself inside Shilo before collapsing on top of her.
They lay there in silence, waiting until their breathing had returned to normal before moving again. Zachary pulled out of her and she couldn't hold back a small grimace. He kissed the tip of her nose.
"You're gonna be kinda sore tomorrow," he said quietly. "Was it worth it?"
She looked directly into his eyes. "Yes," she said simply.
He grinned and gently pushed her shoulder to make her turn over. When her back faced him, he draped an arm across her middle and pulled her against his chest.
"G'night, kid," he muttered, kissing the back of her head.
She waited until his breathing deepened and she was sure he was asleep before whispering, "Thank you, Zachary. Good night." She dropped off to sleep herself and didn't see him smile.
