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

Erin: i have to say this again, i love you. I'm so glad to hear you liked that date scene and the fact that you did a happy dance after his question made me die with laughter. And yes, I seem to subconsciously add humour to everything in some way, whether it be dark or light humour. I can't help it. Pavi's face story just seemed to fit to me and I haven't yet written it out in the prequel, it'll take some time to get to that point. Luigi's heart story just seemed so perfect in my mind as well, and of course the brothers will always take care of each other. I'm literally a year younger than Shilo is in this fic(and also unexperienced) so I can write her feelings for those situations pretty well do to that, i'm sure. In other fics i've been told that my smutty or romantic scenes are really good, which comes from reading smut not from experience. Lol. I just have such a vivid picture of Owen and everything about him in my head, I can always create and figure out characters very easily. Same with Sick Boy. And for Luigi being sweet(sweet for him), it's due to something I haven't really said aloud in the story yet. He loves her. Or at least I think he does, if he doesn't, why would he spend so much time and effort trying to get her? Also, I felt it was time for Luigi to stab someone again...It felt a little overdue. Thanks so much for such a brilliantly long review, I get so fucking excited when I see you've written me one. Lol. Seriously. I can't wait for the next one.

GeneCo:Sustaining the Genetic Opera

Chapter: Love and Lust

Luigi marched down the hallway, intending to go to his room until he saw a GenTern.

"Hey!" he shouted. Raven froze and immediately faced him. She felt fear arc through her at first, figuring that was blood that was covering his shirt. If he was on a rampage, she probably wouldn't make it.

"Yes, Sir?" she asked, not letting her voice betray any fear. He stopped walking, pulled his shirt untucked, ripped it open, pulled it off, and tossed it at her. She caught it and looked up at him in confusion. She'd never worked directly for him and wasn't at all prepped for it.

"Um, what am I supposed to do with this, Sir?" she asked. She saw annoyance cross his face as he scowled and subconscioulsy took a step back.

"I don't fucking care. Burn it, sell it, wipe your fucking ass with it. I don't give a shit. It's ruined. You do fucking work here, right?" he asked, taking a step closer. He was feeding off her fear and didn't even realise it.

"Yes, Sir. I'm a personal GenTern though, Sir. I was only trained to work for Owen." she said, then nearly yelped as she realised she just talked back to the one person she worked for that would kill her. He raised his eyebrows at her, then scared the shit out of her more by laughing.

"Goody fucking gumdrops. Why are you still standing here?" he asked. She prayed this wasn't a cruel trick and quickly stepped past him.

He chuckled, shook his head, and continued down the hallway.

Xxxxxx

Lisa stepped out of her room and saw Shilo wandering around.

"Do you need anything, dear?" she asked, noticing how motherly she was sounding. She had never been able to be a mother herslef but had a soft spot in her heart for Shilo. Especially knowing her entire past.

Shilo turned to her and smiled, feeling a wonderous kindness radiating from this woman.

"Oh, no. I'm fine. Thanks anyway. I'm just walking around."

"Be careful, it's never too good to do too much thinking." said Lisa.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you go thinking about a good thing too long, you'll make up flaws for it. Vice versa with a bad thing. Thinking is great, but there's such a thing as too much of it. It can drive you crazy." replied Lisa, smiling.

"I see what you mean. That's a fair point. Have you worked here a long time?"

"Almost too long. I'd be a senior member of the staff if I wasn't a personal GenTern. Why?"

"Just making conversation. I imagine you know everyone in this family really well, then huh?" asked Shilo.

"Once again, almost too well. All of them except for Rotti. I don't think any of us really knew him. As far as his kids and Owen, I know them all very well."

"How do you know Owen so well?" asked Shilo, confused. Had Owen lied to them all?

"You know Mag kept him a secret, right?"

"Yeah."

"She couldn't have done so without me. I'm Luigi's personal GenTern. I could distract him when she wanted to be with Owen and I could take care of the boy when she was busy. I helped raised Owen. I might know him better than even she ever got to, sadly enough." said Lisa, Shilo felt a wave of compassion for this woman and a wave of sadness for Mag all at once.

"You must have been a huge help with him as a baby." said Shilo, unsure of what else to say.

"Yes. Almost more so as he became a teen though. I've known Luigi since he and I were fourteen. If you haven't noticed, Owen has a lot of his characteristics. I knew how to help control what Mag couldn't. Owen went through quite a destructive anger phase a few years ago, I was the only one who knew exactly how to handle him. His temper is still there, trust me. He's just learned something his father never cared to. Self control."

"I hear things like that and remember things I've seen Luigi do and it scares me. I believe him when he says he won't hurt me but, what if he goes into one of those types of rages?" asked Shilo, not quite realising that she was talking to the absolute perfect person to ask.

"Shilo, have you not noticed?" asked Lisa, a small smile forming on her lips.

"Noticed what?"

"His changes. I've never heard him really scream at you, he's never threatened you, he actually tries to calm himself down if something irritates him and you're around, and on top of all this he's actually letting you decide when you two have sex. I never in a thousand years would have thought I'd see him change like this." said Lisa, now walking down the hallway with Shilo. Shilo was quiet for a moment.

"I...I never thought about it much."

"Well, now you can. Just don't do it too much." she said, chuckling.

"Fair enough." replied Shilo.

"Oh, and not to make you uncomfortable but, try to not put the sex thing off too much longer. For one, he's gonna get very frustrated and stressed, causing a severe drop in our number of staff if you get my meaning. And, it's really far from a bad thing. Trust me. He's fun, you won't regret it. Take this as advice from one woman to another." said Lisa. Shilo blushed unintentionally, then cleared her throat.

"Um, alrighty then. I'll give it some thought." replied Shilo.

"Good." said Lisa. Just then, a disturbed and flustered looking Raven turned the corner, almost running into them. Lisa understood entirely when she saw the shirt and glanced to see Luigi marching down the hall the other way. She sighed.

"Um, I don't know what-" began Raven.

"It's okay. Give me that." said Lisa, taking the stained shirt.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do or anything and I was scared and-"

"Raven, it's fine. I'll take care of it. You're okay. Go back to whatever it is you were doing. You're not in trouble." said Lisa

"Okay." Raven sighed in relief and continued down the hall. Lisa turned to Shilo, taking in the girl's startled expression and slight fear at the stain of red on the shirt. She wasn't stupid and knew exactly what that meant.

"No worries, Shilo. It's wine. I can already tell by the smell and the type of stain." she said. Shilo seemed to visibly relax.

"I'm gonna go. Thanks for talking to me." said Shilo.

"No problem." said Lisa, following Raven's path. Shilo went the other way. Catching up to Luigi just as he opened his door.

He'd heard the footsteps approaching and figured it was that stupid GenTern about to ask a question that would make his head explode. He turned, scowl set but let it dropped when he realised it wasn't her.

"What are you doing up here?" he asked, apparently oblivious to the fact that he had ripped his shirt off a few minutes ago. She certainly wasn't.

"Um, I was talking to someone and that GenTern passed. I wondered if you were okay." she half lied, trying to keep her eyes on his face. He caught this and suddenly remembered the entire situation.

"Oh, that was just wine. Some jackass ran into me in the hallway and it got all over my shirt. I gave it to that girl to get rid of, that stain won't come out." he explained, not bothering to hide a smirk. She saw this.

"What are you smirking about?" she asked.

"What are you staring at?" he replied, his smirk widening at her blush.

"Oh, shut up."

"Be decent and don't stare at me like I'm candy."

"How about you be decent and go put a shirt on."

"I was about to when you conveniently stopped me." he replied, raising his eyebrows.

"Your door is open, go get a shirt."

"Fine, but you're coming in with me." he said. She sighed and walked past him into his room, shaking her head. Looking around, she wasn't surprised by the design of his room. The walls were a dark, calming green and all the furniture was a dark brown wood. What caught her eye and made her shake her head, was the fact that he had a bar that would put most businesses to shame.

"Why?" she asked, looking at it. From behind her she heard him open a cubboard of some sort, probably for a shirt.

"Why what?" he asked, apparently not looking at her.

"Why do you have a fully loaded bar in your bedroom?" she asked. He made her jump by quietly creeping up behind her and wrapping his arms around her.

"Because I want one." he muttered.

"It's a little ridiculous, I must say." she said, keeping her voice steady despite the sensations he was giving her.

"You've never had a real drink, have you?"

"What does that mean?"

"Come along." he said, letting go of her and walking to the bar. She was surprised to see he was wearing a t-shirt instead of a dress shirt. It seemed so out of place for him. Despite any better judgement she may have had, she followed him.

"Have a seat." he said, pointing to a barstool. She chuckled and sat down, watching him walk around behind the bar.

"What are you going to try and give me?" she asked as he gathered different types of glasses and bottles. He set them down on the bar and walked back around to sit next to her.

"This is a Brandy glass. It's used for only Brandy or Scotch. Basically fancy whiskey." he said, holding a somewhat little glass up. He set one down in front of her and one in front of him.

"Okay." she said, listening.

"This is very old, very expensive Brandy." he said, holding up a bottle. He opened the bottle and poured a little bit in his and her glass. She went to grab it but he stopped her.

"Wait til I say." he said. She gave him a playful glare but took her hand back.

"This is a shot glass. This is what's used for shots of any hard liquer. Vodka, shitty tasting whiskey, moonshine, the hard stuff. You get three shot glasses and so do I. I'm pouring pure Vodka in one, Jack Daniels in another, and very expensive practically extinict moonshine in the other. Still with me?" he asked, pouring all this out for her and him.

"I get it, more expensive drinks." she said, laughing at the look he gave her.

"Hardy har. Here is a cheap beer that is decent enough in taste that you might like it. It's to be a chaser because I don't buy limes or anything else for this shit. Here's your's and there's mine." he said, setting a can of beer in front of each of them.

"You're really gonna make me drink all this aren't you?"

"I'm not making you do anything. I'm educating you, darling." he said, picking up his Brandy. She followed suit.

"Will you be mad if I spit it out cause it tastes bad?"

"That's what the beer is for. It'll take the taste out of your mouth. I won't be very proud if you spit anything out, to be honest." he said, then smirked as he thought of the double meaning to his words.

"Cheers." he said, then tipped back his glass and let the brandy roll down his throat. She did the same and set the glass down while coughing, reaching quickly for the beer. She took some big swigs of it then set it down.

"Shut up." she said as he laughed at her.

"Was it really that bad?" he asked, chuckling.

"Shut up. What's next?" she asked.

"Well, lightweight, we'll go for vodka next. It's gonna burn your throat a little bit but it has no taste." he said, picking up his shot. She did the same and they tossed it back at about the same time. She set her glass down, a brief grimace forming on her face, he just smiled.

"Jack Daniels?" she asked, picking that one up. Her head was slightly starting to spin but she wanted to get this over with and not seem like such a baby.

"Sure. Now this, will taste like shit." he said, quickly tossing his back. She did the same and once again, reached for her beer.

"Now, moonshine is a whole new level of alcohol. It doesn't taste too bad but, it's so strong that it will take all the moisture out of your mouth and burn all the way down. This might be the only drink that I have to take it easy with. You still want to try it?" he asked.

"Why not?" she said, picking her's up. He smiled and did the same. Winking at her, he tossed his back. He stayed calm, letting the shine take its course.

Shilo, however, was severely startled by the sudden loss of breath and feeling of suffocation. She slightly started freaking out.

"Hey, it's okay. Give it a minute." he said, gently grabbing her. She stopped panicking and slowly felt her breath come back to her and the burn go away. Her head, however, was now practically spinning.

"I think...I think you're just trying to get me drunk, Mister Largo." she said, slurring a little bit.

"Maybe a little bit." he said, a smirk forming on his face.

"I don't think I should have any more." she said.

"Okay. How are you feeling?"

"You pound alcohol into me and then ask that?" she asked, he laughed.

"Sorry. Just asking." he said, then picked up his beer and chugged it all. He was nowhere near drunk yet.

"You know...you're pretty great." she slurred, the strong alcohol now really kicking in. He looked at her and tried to not laugh.

"I know."

"Cocky bastard."

"Ha, you said it." he laughed.

"I'm serious! You actually make me really happy."

"Let me help you over some fears and I'll make you ecstatic."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, not defensively.

He just winked at her.

"Oh no, you're gonna tell me what that means." she slurred.

"I'm talking about sex."

"What about it?"

"Once you're done being too nervous, you'll see just how happy I can make you." he said.

"How about now?" she asked, the alcohol making her fears disappear. She slid her bare foot slightly up his leg then back down. He fought the overwhelming urge to take her right there and sighed.

"You're drunk, Shilo. I can't do that to you." he said. She was quiet for a few minutes.

"What do you wanna do then?" she finally asked.

"We could watch a movie or something."

"Okay." she said, sliding off the bar stool. No sooner had her feet hit the floor then did she lose balance and start to fall. He caught her before she hit her head and she just let him support her weight.

Realising that she wasn't going to regain balance herself, he simply picked her up and carried her over to his bed. He lay her down then lay next to her. Grabbing his tv remote, he turned it one and flipped through movie choices.

He randomly picked one and let it play. Not really caring what it was, he knew he'd end up watching her instead of the movie anyway. She cuddled up to him and used him as a pillow.

"You always sleep in dress pants?" she muttered. He laughed.

"Not usually, no. I wasn't sure if you'd be comfortable with me in my boxers though."

"Oh, I'm fine with that." she replied.

"Correction, I don't know if you'd be comfortable with that by morning when the alcohol has worn off."

"Oh, eh I don't know." she muttered. Barely three minutes after that, Luigi heard her start to softly snore. He turned the tv off and decided he couldn't sleep dressed the way he was. He took his socks and pants off but decided to leave his shirt on, he could deal with that.

Then, he pulled the blanket back over them and settled himself. She moved in her sleep, almost grabbing for him so he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. Once she was peacefully resting again and had her head against his chest, he relaxed.

Finally thinking about this situation, he was thankful that he was actually tired. If he wasn't, he definitely wouldn't have been able to restrain himself from giving in to the building sexual desire that was driving him insane. He let his heavy eyes close with that thought of thankfullness and drifted off to sleep.

Xxxxxx

Erin was completely stunned and speechless, this man was certainly an "all or nothing" kind of guy. She couldn't believe he was kneeling in front of her already and asking that question.

"Why now?" she asked, feeling angry with herself as his expression slightly fell.

"If-a the Pavi doesn't-a do this, it will-a be too hard for this to-a work. Please, Bella. You're already a queen here, be-a my queen too." he said, staring straight into her eyes. She almost didn't want to trust him but something in his eyes made her realise that this "player" meant every word he'd said. She took a deep breath, wondering what she was about to damn herself to, and answered.

"Okay." she said. He got up and moved to kiss her but she placed a finger on the stolen face's lips. He furrowed his brow in confusion.

"I will kiss you. Not this mask." she said, then trailed her fingertips along the stolen face to where it latched to his. She waited for him to stop her and began undoing the face when he didn't.

All his senses were starting to go into a panic. He never let a woman take his faces off, and he never took them off for any either. He was terrified. What if she was too disturbed by his real, scarred face and changed her mind? He wanted to stop her but his hands wouldn't move. He wanted to say something but his tongue was lead.

She unclasped his mask and slowly pulled it off, now realising just how intimate this moment was. When she pulled it off, she felt relief spread through her chest at seeing his real face. She didn't see the scars until she thought about them. What she saw was the handsome face that was on most of his posters, the face people used to know.

He felt all his fear replaced by blunt shock and overwhelming compassion when he saw not one trace of fear or disgust on her face as his mask came off. It was like his scars were invisible. Finally, he could move his limbs again. He grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss.

She was startled by his sudden passion but welcomed it anyway. Not long after his lips had crushed against hers, he slid his tongue across her lips. She eagerly opened for him, finding him to taste better than anything she could ever compare him to.

He had forgotten how good it felt to have his own lips against a woman's, and this woman in particular felt different anyway. A good different. He didn't want to break their kiss but the need for oxygen became overhwhelming.

Breaking apart, they looked at each other. It was like both could suddenly see straight through each other and had no questions in the world to ask.

"You know, I'm not one to do this sort of thing, but I've a bedroom just through that door and I thin-" she began, she never got to finish that statement as he crushed his lips to hers again and picked her up.

Xxxxxx

"Come on, you drunken fool." mumbled Raven, trying to escort Owen back to his room. He was rambling on and speaking in what sounded like another language. She finally got him through his doorway and he stumbled all the way to his bed. Once there, he fell backwards on it and closed his eyes as unconsciousness slowly claimed him.

Raven sighed, shaking her head, and yanked his shoes off. She spent probably twenty minutes slowly undressing the young man until he was in his boxers, then she covered him up.

She wanted to leave now and try to be professional again, but she was just still so damn tired and really didn't give a rat's ass.

"Fuck it." she muttered, kicking off her shoes and starting to undress herself.

Once she was in just panties and his discarded undershirt, she crawled into bed next to him and let sleep claim herself.

Xxxxxx

Sick Boy sat at the bar still, bored now that his new friend had left. Just as he got up to leave, the bartender tapped his arm.

"Sir, Mister Largo wished for you to stay here this evening. So that he may speak with you tomorrow." said the bartender.

"Sure." mumbled Sick Boy. The bartender was about to shut off the lights and put everything away, then sighed as he saw someone he knew would want a drink marching towards them.

"Who the fuck is he?" asked Amber, not sitting at the bar.

"One of Luigi's new employees. How may I help you this eveing?" answered the bartender.

"I don't want a drink. Finish closing up. Did you just tell him he's supposed to stay here?" she asked, watching Sick Boy intently.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Okay. I'll escort him to a room." she said. She walked over to Sick Boy, happy to see his full attention settle on her as she approached.

"Ello." slurred the drunk man. Amber smiled.

*(yes, i'm an evil bitch and I'm leaving you with all these tasty cliffhangers. I promise you there shall be sex next chapter, probably lots of it. So review!)*