I don't own Repo The Genetic Opera or any of its characters.

Flaire: thank you. I look forward to your next review.

Erin: I can't wait for you to begin my other Repo story. I didn't wanna make the first sex scene of the story too pornographic. It was a morning hungover quickie and so it wasn't supposed to last very long anyway. Once again, great to hear you love Erin, lol. I have no fucking idea where this fighting thing is going either, to be completely honest. I'm just gonna ride with it though. And I'm answering none of those questions directly. Pavi and Luigi are still brothers, no matter how old they get, and they'll always act like brothers. Good to know I've got Graves down right, i'm not a huge fan of him so i don't pay him as much attention as the Largo brothers. I'm saying nothing of the couplings at the moment. You'll know by the end of this chapter. I know some people can't stand the idea of Largocest but there's just so much hinting to it and for Luigi/Amber it's very believable. Yes, I'm saying they were like that. You'll understand as the story goes on. Amber wanted money for surgery...I thought I'd made it clear. Anyway, thanks for the review. I can't wait for the next!

Sailor: the sex will be rougher next time, I promise. The fighter is not Owen, as you'll learn. Not the general either. Good to know someone else understands just how infuriating it is to see that bunches of people have been reading your story and only two or three are decent enough to review. Thank you, I appreciate it. I look forward to your next review.

GeneCo:Sustaining The Genetic Opera

Chapter: Decent Brothers

Raven balanced the tray with Owen's coffee and opened his door. She could hear the shower running and set the coffee on the table.

She'd only gotten off him, fixed herself, and gone to make coffee half an hour ago. He'd decided they should probably return to civilization before people starting asking questions.

Sitting down on the side of the bed she'd made before leaving, she sighed. She definitely hadn't expected things to begin like this. It hadn't even been a week. She figured he'd be good looking, considering who his parents were, but she'd had no idea she'd be nearly entranced by him.

He wasn't even the "traditionally" handsome kind of guy. He was more the rugged Connery James Bond type of guy. Tall, dark, and handsome. No blond hair, no perfectly shaped face, no waxed chest, no hardrock abs. Come to think of it, though, she didn't really like guys to look like that anyway.

Owen seemed to be the ultimate description of what she liked. Jet black hair on his head, face, and chest. Flat, somewhat muscled stomach but still soft. Gorgeous blue eyes like his father that had an intoxicating mischieveous glint most days.

Speak of the devil, as she thought about him, he walked back into the room. She'd been so stuck in thought that she hadn't notice the shower turn off. He was soaking wet and only covered in a towel at the waist, the sight gave her goosebumps.

He smiled his goofy, trouble maker grin at her and picked up his coffee. After taking a sip, he set it back down and sighed.

"Hear anything new out there?" he asked, nodding his head in the direction of the door.

"Not really. There was some gossip about your father, from what I heard it's likely true but not really unexpected." she replied, her eyes greedily taking in the sighed of water droplets crawling down his torso. If he noticed, he didn't make it known.

"What's being said?" he asked, unconsciously folding his arms in an almost defensive manner.

"Apparently he told the president and congress to fuck off, that he's fully in charge of everything now. He's also put a questionable and slightly frightening Russain in charge of the police force or something like that. Oh, and he's bringing the underground illegal fighting rings up. To revive the Gladiators or something. That's about it. He's definitely made the most of one of his first days, hasn't he?" she asked, smiling. He relaxed, realising that no one was attacking his father and continued to smile.

"Yeah, I didn't really expect much else though. Only fools would expect him to take his birthright and do nothing with it. He's building an empire. Ha, like Caesar or something." he said, thinking aloud.

"What are you gonna do today?"

"I don't know. I'm gonna go see him, in case he needs me for anything in particular. Then, I'm not entirely sure. It all depends." he said, shrugging as he walked to his closet. She enjoyed the sight of seeing his back muscles go to work when he opened the doors, then got up.

"Well, unless you need anything else, I've gotta go talk to my boss. Just to check in. She wasn't in her office when I went down there." said Raven.

"Alright, come here first." he said, stretching out his arm. She did and he wrapped it around her while pulling her in for a kiss. When their lips broke apart again, her hand still on his chest, he smiled at her.

"See ya later." he said. She nodded, smiling, and left him to get dressed.

Xxxxxx

"What about?" asked Luigi, surveying her.

"A few different things." she replied, watching him. He didn't look upset, just apprehensive.

"Like what? What's going on, Shilo?"

"What happened between you and Amber?" she asked. She saw comprehension cross his face as he got up. He walked around his desk and sat down next to her, his eyes never leaving her.

"Did she say something to you? Has she done something?" he asked.

"Just tell me what happened." she said. He sighed, looking down then back at her.

"Amber and I don't have a very good history. Carmella and I have a great history, but once she became Amber it all went downhill from there. She was still my sister but...Amber was just...a different kind of sister. It started when she was sixteen. No one really figured it out for a long time, not even our father." he said, he didn't look like he wanted to talk about this at all. He looked down, trying to figure out how to word what he needed to say.

"I understand that this might not be a good story, Luigi. I want to know, regardless. You can tell me." said Shilo, putting her hand on top of his. He looked back up at her touch.

"Amber and I have been sleeping together for a long time. Having sex and fighting, that's basicaly what our relationship has been since she became Amber. Only in the last few years did the media catch on or have the balls to print articles speculating such a thing. Hell, our father didn't even figure it out til we'd been doing that for ten years already. He told us to stop. As usual, we didn't listen to him. I slept with her for the last time about two months ago. I won't do it anymore. Mainly because of you but also because I want her to try and change." he explained, watching her reaction for disgust. He was surprised to not see it. She saw the look of surprise cross his face.

"What?" she asked.

"You're not sickened by any of that? Really? I mean, our own father was completely disgusted with us for that."

"I've made peace with the fact that you're all a little weird, to be honest. I don't mean that in a bad way, I'm just saying."

"I'm not offended, Shilo, it's fine. Was there something else on your mind?" he asked, apparently relieved.

"Yeah. Have you ever had a surgery?" she asked, giving him the chance to lie to her. He looked taken aback by the question.

"Yeah, why?" he asked, she suppressed a smile at him telling her the truth.

"What was it for?"

"It wasn't for the fasion thing that GeneCo tries to impose on its customers, if that's what you think. Only Amber and Pavi do that shit. And Pavi only does that for his face, Amber is the one who goes overboard about it."

"What did you get it for, then?"

"I was born with a bad heart, Shilo. By the time I was nineteen I had had several heart attacks and been pronounced legally dead twice. When I was nineteen, I had a third that killed me. Pavi was the only one around when it happened, if he hadn't been there I would've stayed dead. He called for help and got doctors in there. He was only thirteen and he saved my life. When I woke back up, I was in a my bed and hooked up to an IV. Pavi was the only person in the room and told me that Pop had arranged for a very dangerous surgery but it was my only chance. They were going to replace my heart with GeneCo's first heart prototype. Pavi said that my chance of survival in this surgery was 40 percent chance, in any other situation no doctor in their right mind would attempt it. However, if I didn't try it, I'd be dead within two weeks. The doctors said I'd have another heart attack within fourteen days that would be my last. I initially said no, Pavi broke down, cried, and begged me to do it. When the doctor and my father came in I said yes." said Luigi, Shilo almost looked ready to cry.

It was so hard yet so heartbreaking to try and imagine such a tough, independent man having been at such a vulnerable point. Even more heartbreaking to imagine Pavi at thirteen having been the only person that kept him from death.

"It all went okay, then?" she asked.

"It did. What's in my chest now is GeneCo's first heart replacement. It's quite different from the ones we sell now. A lot of it is actually metal, it's all mechanical but it works. They thought it wouldn't last five years. It's lasted over twenty. No matter how angry I get, or stressed, or anything else that would negatively test a real heart, it keeps ticking. Literally ticking." he said, with a chuckle. She smiled.

"That's good then. Doesn't it feel good to talk about this stuff?"

"I'm not much of a talker, Shilo. Not about things like this, anyway. In fact, you're one of the only people who can get me to talk like this." he said, now entwining his fingers with hers that lay on top of his hand.

"So you literally are a heartless bastard?" she asked. He laughed but stopped when she kept a straight face. Before he could ask if she was mad at him, she smiled and he shook his head.

"Hardy fuckin har." he said, she chuckled.

Luigi found himself staring at her smile, then leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She welcomed the kiss and pressed back with a little more pressure than she had yet. He ran his tongue across her lips and she let it in, enjoying the sensations.

They broke for air but he didn't stop. He trailed kisses across her cheek and to her neck where he slightly nipped at the sensitive spot under her ear. She gasped and pulled him closer. Alarm bells went off in the distance of her mind that this was going quite far but she didn't want him to stop.

He pulled her legs across his lap and slowly pushed her backwards to lay on the couch. She let him and pulled him with her as his lips returned to hers. She ran her hand through his hair and when their kiss broke again, she kissed his neck. He took off his jacket and tossed it onto the floor.

Then, he pushed her shirt up past her stomach and leaning down, pressed his lips to her belly. Her mind was reeling, this all felt so good and new. He came back up and she pulled him into another kiss. His hand went under the rest of her shirt and cupped one of her breasts. She let him and pulled his shirt out of his pants.

Before either of them could get any farther, they heard the elevator doors open. It snapped them both out of it and Luigi quickly sat up to see who was in here.

Xxxxxx

Owen stepped into the elevator, feeling much better after his shower and coffee. He was wearing one of his new suits. Pinstriped with a black shirt, white suspenders, and white tie. With his matching pinstripe fedora resting on his head, he looked quite like a gangster from the 1930's. Which was, of course, a look he liked.

The elevator doors were very clean, very reflective surfaces and he studied how he looked for a few minutes. Then he chuckled as a song popped into his head.

"And I'm already gone

I left a path of pure destruction

I've got the machine gun blues.

Already gone

My life will soon be through

I've got the machine gun blues.

I'm public enemy

Number one

And I'm sorry for all the things that I've done

If indeed we ever crossed paths

It was nothing personal." crooned Owen. He stopped, smiling, when the elevator signaled that he'd reached the floor now.

The doors dinged as they opened and he stepped into the room.

Not more than a second later, his father's head became visible from the couch. His hair was a mess and he looked surprised someone else had just shown up.

Not much longer after that, Owen figured the situation out.

"Oh God! I'm so sorry!" he said, backing up and turning his head. His back hit the elevator doors which had, unfortunately, already closed.

Luigi looked from Owen, back down to Shilo who was beet red with embarrassment. He tried to not chuckle at the situation but couldn't help it. She made a fist with her hand and lightly punched him in the stomach, glaring at him. He only smiled at her in reply, earning nothing but a worse glare from the girl.

He tucked his shirt back in and stood up, running his hand through his hair.

"Owen." called Luigi, putting his hands in his pockets. Owen didn't turn, the elevator dinged back open.

"It's fine. I'll come back later." said Owen, walking back into the elevator and not turning back around until it closed.

Luigi pulled his hand out of his pocket and squeezed the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes and looking down for a moment.

"Ah, shit." he muttered, he looked back up when he heard Shilo getting up.

"Hey! Don't look." she said, while she was fixing her bra. He raised one eyebrow at her.

"Seriously?" he asked, she glared at him.

"Yes." she said. He heaved a ridiculously audible sigh and turned around. She quickly fixed herself back up and stood.

"Can I look now, nudity Nazi?" he asked.

"Yes, you may, wolfman." she said, not being able to not laugh as he spun around and glared at her.

"Very funny, smart ass. I still don't fucking understand where that came from." he said.

"Well, it used to be an old legend in Europe then in the nineteen hundreds they made it into a movie." said Shilo. She laughed again at the look he gave her.

"You should take that on the road, I think people miss comedians. Smart ass." he replied. She playfully shoved him, yelping in surprise when he grabbed her wrists. She looked up, a little afraid at first, then seeing his playful smirk.

"Don't start what you can't finish, shrimp." he said. She tried to yank her arms out of his grasp.

"Don't call me names." she said, in a falsely threatening tone.

"Or what? You'll glare at me some more?" he asked, teasing.

"No, I'll just beat the shit out of you." she said, smiling when he laughed heartily.

"Go ahead and try, baby." he said, pulling her against him and planting his lips on hers again. When they broke for air, he tried to do the same thing again and start kissing her neck.

"Stop that. I think we've gone far enough for one night." she muttered. He stopped kissing but kept his face buried in her neck. His breath hitting her skin there was driving her insane but she was determined to make him stop for right now.

"I disagree." he said into her neck.

"I can tell, I'm not changing my mind. Not tonight." she said softly.

"You almost did, just now."

"I know that."

"You're nervous." he muttered. It wasn't a question, it was obvious.

"I have every right to be." she replied.

"I know you do. Eventually, you're gonna have to trust me, Shilo."

"It's not so much as trusting you as worrying about it hurting." she said, surprisingly not uncomfortable admitting that to him. He pressed his lips to her neck one more time then pulled back.

"Alright. I'll try to stop being so pushy. You let me know when you're ready and I promise you it won't be nearly as bad as you fear. And, if you ever tell me to stop, I'll stop. Okay?" he asked, looking at her.

"Okay, thank you." she said, smiling at him. She pulled him back down to her for a kiss. It was short but good enough for him, apparently.

"You're welcome." he said.

"You should probably go talk to your son." she replied, he sighed.

"Yeah, yeah I should. This should be fun. If you wanna wait for me in here, I'll probably come back up."

"No, it's okay. I'm just gonna head to my room or wander around or something."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." she said. He nodded.

Xxxxxx

Owen loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and sat down at GeneCo's personal bar. The room was a lounge generally used for GeneCo's After Opera parties or fundraisers. It was empty right now but the bartender was there.

"What would you like, Sir?" asked the man, he was an older gentleman who'd worked for GeneCo since it was founded. He had an air about him that was common for a wise, old bartender. Owen took one look at the man and liked him.

"I trust you." muttered the young man. The bartender smiled understandingly and went about making Owen a drink.

"You look like you've just seen something you'd love to unsee, son." said the man.

"Ha, how could ya tell?"

"I've seen them all, son. Those who've done something they never talk about, the war veterans, the broken hearted folks, the ones just lookin for trouble, the ones who've just had a long week, and then those like you. The ones who've seen somethin that they'd love to do everything possible to unsee. Don't worry, I won't ask." said the man, setting a small glass down in front of Owen.

"Thanks. Can I ask what it is?"

"Sure, just don't ask how I make it."

"Deal. What is it?"

"It's what I call Parol. It burns like a bastard but keeps you away from the major hurt for now."

"Haha, clever." said Owen, then he knocked back the shot. The man didn't lie, whatever was in that burned like Hell as it went down his throat but it didn't taste too bad. It did make his eyes water though. The man chuckled at Owen.

"You look like a man who could handle the poison pretty well for your age. Want another?" asked the bartender.

"Absolutely." said Owen, smiling back at the man. As he waited for the next drink to be made, another man sat down.

"Be with you in a moment." said the bartender. Owen looked over at the man. He wasn't very tall but he was very very stocky. He looked like a healthy rugby player. He wore torn up jeans and a dirty black t-shirt that showed off what had to have only been half of a major amount of tatoos. The man looked at Owen.

"Ello." he muttered. He had a rough voice and a heavy Cockney English accent.

"I'd say 'Bond, James Bond' but you sound more like a Michael Caine to me. Or an old fashioned pick pocket, one or the other." said Owen. He was startled when the bulky man laughed, it was like if a lion could chuckle. Very loud and a little scary.

"Very cleva. Got a name?" he asked.

"You don't watch much news, I like that already. I'm Owen Largo." replied Owen, sticking out his hand. The man reached out his tatooed, rough, sledgehammer of a hand and shook Owen's.

"I'm called Sick Boy." he said.

"What'll ya have, Sick Boy? I'm buyin." asked Owen.

"I'll have some of the strongest Irish Whiskey ya got."

Xxxxxx

The two sat overlooking the black market as it did it's nightly business. It wasn't what one would consider a seating placement for a date. They were waiting for their food, with her staring out over her people and him watching her intently.

He couldn't believe how this was happening. He couldn't believe his own reactions, feelings, thoughts. This was the first woman he yearned for desperately, this was also his first conquest where he didn't want her face on anything but her.

He had no idea how to play this, for the first time. He knew she was too smart, too guarded, and too good for his usual stint. She didn't deserve that. She deserved a good man, for once he was unsure if he could be that.

He wondered why they were having their dinner here, then smiled. She was trying to send him a message. That she wouldn't be a throw away one nighter for anyone, that she didn't need him to be happy. She thought through things, planned it all. She really was a queen.

If he was going to talk to her, even to romance her, he'd have to treat her almost like Luigi. As an intelligent person, as the one who was in charge, with respect.

"If you're trying to figure me out, or how to get to me, stop." she said, not looking at him.

"Then what-a would you-a like me to-a do, Bella?" he asked. She looked at him now, surprise on her face then a slight smile.

"I think you might be the only man in the world who would ask that first."

"What-a do you-a mean by that?"

"You're an odd man, Pavi Largo. Perhaps not in all bad ways, but you are odd."

"You still-a haven't answered my-a question, Bella." said Pavi, watching her every expression intensely.

"I would like you to be yourself. Not the player you are to women, but who you are when you're not trying to impress someone. Who you really are. Be honest."

"I-a figured as-a such." he replied, she smiled at him.

"I knew you were smart. Can I ask you something?"

"Certainly, Bella."

"What happened to you? To your face."

"Bella, that's not-a something I generally-a care to-a talk about." said Pavi, uncomfortable with the question.

"I know. That's why no one but your family and maybe a few people on GeneCo's staff know what happened. They're unfailingly loyal to you, believe me."

"I will-a answer on-a one condition."

"Anything. Well, almost anything. Let's hear that condition first."

"You-a honestly answer any of-a my-a questions."

"Deal." she said.

"It was-a an accident. I was-a playing with-a Carmella in the-a warehouse. We used to-a play hide and-a seek in there when-a she was-a younger. Sometimes our-a games would-a turn into-a tag or wrestling or-a any other-a game. I grabbed a pitcher of-a water and-a tossed it on-a her. She tossed-a one back and our-a game turned into-a a water fight. At some-a point she-a grabbed a jar that looked like-a water but-a wasn't. She waited til I got-a close and tossed it on-a only my-a face. It was-a some sort of-a acid." said Pavi, she could almost see the memories flashing before his eyes.

"Oh god." she muttered, imagining the situation.

"I don't-a remember too-a much. I couldn't-a see after-a that. I was-a too afraid of it-a getting into my-a eyes to-a open them. It felt like-a fire. I remember-a hearing Carmella crying and-a shouting for-a help. I remember-a hearing someone-a running, fratello shouting at-a someone and-a holding me. He kept-a telling me that I was-a going to be okay, that I-a need to-a stay awake. I-a tried to, but it was-a too hard. I-a faded in and-a out of consciousness for a few-a days. Luigi sat with-a me the entire-a time I was-a recovering. I remember hearing him-a yell at Papa for not-a being there when we-a needed him. I remember feeling fratello grab my-a hand and tell me it was-a all okay now."

"He's a good brother. What did the doctors say?"

"They said-a that most of my-a skin was put-a back but that I'd-a be permanently scarred."

"Why cover it up? With other people's faces at that." she asked, watching him subconsciously touch the newest face he'd stolen.

"Because-a. The-a only thing the Pavi is-a good at is-a being beautiful. I can't-a look bad. I-a refuse to-a look bad." he said, passionately.

"Pavi, just because you have scars doesn't mean they're ugly. Everyone has scars. Some are physical, some are mental, some are emotional. I think your brother has all three. I think you do too, except you're only afraid of the physical ones."

"I'm not-a afraid of-a them. I just-a think they're-a ugly. I don't-a want people to-a have to see-a them."

"Why use other people's faces?"

"What-a else would I-a use, Bella?"

"Pavi, you own the world's only organ replacement company. I bet you they could make a mold of what your face would look like had that not happened and permanently put it on you. You were a very handsome man, I think everyone would appreciate seeing your face again." she said. He leaned back, thinking about what she'd said. The only other time he'd heard that proposition be made was when Luigi pleaded with him to do it. A long time ago. He'd said no, just to defy his brother for trying to change him. Now, he thought about it differently.

"I don't-a know, Bella." he said, wary of commiting to such a thing.

"Pavi, I'll be honest. I like you, a lot. I'd like us to be a couple but I won't be one of your many girlfriends. I will be your only or nothing at all. I think you not taking faces anymore would help discourage you to go to other women. I'm not trying to be too forward here, I'm just letting you know how I feel."

"I don't-a know if I could-a promise that, Bella. The Pavi has-a urges and-a needs, often."

"Then I imagine I'll be very busy, if you make this commitment. We could at least give it a try."

"Will you-a let me-a think about it? It's quite a big-a change, Bella."

"You can think about it all you like, but there's no need for us to go on another date if we aren't together." she said. Pavi sighed and leaned forward.

"I-a like you, very-a much. I just-a...You-a ask a lot."

"I don't see it that way, but I do understand that this won't be easy for you. I'm willing to be here for you, for whatever you need, to help you do this."

"I will-a make a deal with-a you, Bella. The only-a woman who would-a ever have me besides-a you will-a be my personal-a GenTern. Only to-a take-a care of-a me if you're not-a there. That's her-a job. I will-a look into-a this surgery idea, do what-a I can to-a make it-a happen. I ask-a only one other-a thing from-a you." said Pavi. She thought for a moment, then sighed.

"I accept those first terms, grudgingly. What else is it you ask?" she asked. He got up and walked around the table to her. He turned her chair to face him and knelt down in front of her.

"Mi Bella, marry-a me."

Xxxxxx

Luigi walked down the hall, trying to figure out where Owen would have gone. Being preoccupied by looking into the nearest room, he and someone else collided.

"God damnit!" he roared, shoving the other person off him. Something wet spilled all over his shirt and soaked through it. Looking down, he saw it was wine. That stain wouldn't come out of such an expensive shirt.

"Oh, god. Sir, I'm so sorry. Please, I'm so so sorry." the man began to beg. Luigi gritted his teeth and smirked at the man.

"Oh, that's alright. I'll just make it even. Make it fair. You got some red on my shirt, I'll just get some on your's. Come here." he said, false calmness and kindness in his voice. The man hesitated then slowly stepped forward, basically because he's an idiot.

Luigi grabbed him by the neck and slammed his newest knife into the man's chest, up to the hilt. He pulled it out and watched the crimson spread on the man's uniform as fear and pain scrunched up the dying man's face.

"There. We're even. Fucking asshole." said Luigi, letting go of the man and watching him drop to the floor. He stepped over the mess, smiling for real now.

Walking only a little further, he heard laughter in the lounge. Glancing into the room, he saw Owen and another man sitting at the bar, laughing loudly. Even from here he could tell they were both hammered.

"Ah, Christ." muttered Luigi, sighing and walking towards them. Owen saw him and raised his eyebrows, still chuckling.

"Oh, hey. Hey...this is..um...this is my dad. Dad this is...um...um..." stammered Owen, tapping the other man's shoulder with every word. Luigi was doing all he could to not laugh his ass off at how drunk the boy was. The other man looked up at Luigi.

"I'm Sick Boy. I fink yer me new boss." muttered the man. Luigi raised his eyebrows, completely surprised.

"Yes, yes I am. Owen, try to stay here. You're way too drunk to go out anywhere and not get into trouble. Alright? We'll talk tomorrow."

"You got it, captain." slurred Owen, loudly. The barman smiled at Luigi and shrugged.

"Make sure if he leaves, it's to be escorted to his room." Luigi ordered the barman. The man nodded.

"And you, I'll talk to you tomorrow as well." Luigi said to Sick Boy. The fighter chuckled and nodded.

Luigi shook his head, laughing, and walked away.

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