I Can't Feel Nothing at All…

By Sailor Onyx Pluto

Chapter One – In the Rain

The rain pelted my long black-and-red dreadlocks as I stood motionless against the alley's brick wall next to a dumpster. The shadows were doing well in camouflaging me despite my mostly pale skin and somewhat skimpy clothes, but nowhere near as skimpy as most of the scalpel sluts that were roaming around down here. It almost made me want to spit in disgust, but I didn't want to give away my hiding place just yet; not before He showed up, not that anyone would notice me anyway. I always had a real penchant for blending in when I wanted to. The addicts were filing out of their usual Zydrate Support Network meetinghouse and were now milling around, waiting for their fix of the night so that they could go pass out somewhere or stumble off to get whatever surgery they had planned for the evening. I shuddered involuntarily at the thought of being hooked on that shit and was almost surprised that I wasn't, because I was a peddler of the blue stuff myself, but I was nowhere near His caliber. The rain started to fall harder, soaking my hair and bouncing off my black vinyl platform boots as I watched the addicts and scalpels suddenly start swooning and moaning like dogs in heat that couldn't get fucked.

He was here!

He was the ultimate dealer in black market Zydrate, and everybody knew who he was, yet no one knew his real name. He was the one called Graverobber, and it wasn't just because he looked the part; he sure as shit was it, through and through. It was almost revolting the way they fawned and worshiped him like he was a god: a god that took their money and from the females, their sex as payment often. I had seen these transactions before (not to mention did some myself) and it was like doing business, be it sex or cash. He had no real emotion for any of these bitches that I could read, and I was damn sharp when it came to reading people, although he had been in the game a few years longer than I had. He was more than likely slightly better at concealing his real feelings than I was because all you could see in his dark eyes was the pleasure of doing what needed to be done. I kept watch on him for the next few hours until all the druggies had gotten their shots and was surprised when I didn't see his "best" customer, Miss Amber Sweet make her appearance, although I suppose she didn't really need to get her fix from him anymore.

When all his clients either were passed out or clomping away to go do whatever they did, I was contemplating leaving when, without even turning around, he addressed me by name, so to speak, "Long time, no see, Bones."

There was no sense in staying where I was since he had addressed me by my street name, and that was all anybody knew me by. I slowly pushed myself out of the shadows and watched in silence as he turned around with that ever-present black-lipped smirk on his white face. If his eyes lit up at the sight of my garb, it was only for a split second or I imagined it. I was just glad that all the junkies were gone for the night or currently passed out on the gritty ground, so in terms of conscious bodies, it was just Graverobber and me. He tucked his zydrate gun into the holster on his thigh without taking his eyes off me and I stared back at him with my burning green eyes. "I figured you'd gotten outta the game since I hadn't seen you for a few days, but I wouldn't be that lucky now, would I?"

I rolled my eyes at his smart-ass remark, looked him in his blue orbs and responded, "Well, I was considering it, but then you'd be the only one making the big bucks and I just couldn't let you handle that all by yourself since you'd have to work overtime and then some just to keep up with the clientele that I've got." I paused to adjust the belt that was holding up my leather miniskirt and pushed my soaking wet dreads out of my face. "Of course, the results of you working overtime might just be beneficial to me since you'd probably have a heart attack, old man." That remark managed to wipe that smirk off his face momentarily while he seemed to be contemplating killing me but that would've been stupid on his part and he knew it. Unlike most of the other dealers on this nearly-worthless scrap of land who would just as quickly leave someone to save themselves, I was the only one who saved his ass whenever he was cornered by the GENcops and he sure as hell knew he wouldn't last a week without me. Okay, so maybe he could, but I knew he still enjoyed having me around.

"Whatever." He shrugged; an unusual gesture from him since he was such a cocky son of a bitch when he wanted to be, which was almost all the time. "Although, you couldn't keep up with everyone either, and since I'm the only one you seem to trust to assist you, I guess you'll just have to stay in the game and keep me around." I watched as his eyes openly roamed my figure. "Besides, it'd be quite a disappointment not to see you in those cute little outfits of yours."

"Yeah, seeing as how you get your rocks off to just the thought of me," I snapped with a subtle flirty undertone then added a real knife twister, "I didn't see Amber tonight, but she probably doesn't need anything from you anymore." I made sure that my comment included a hint that meant more than the glow when it came to the CEO of GeneCo because I knew how she always paid for her hits. The smallest hint of a grin came to my face as Graves appeared to be seething now at my pushing his buttons, but I knew he could push mine just as maliciously.

"No, Amber doesn't come around much anymore, if ever, but I'm surprised that you're still in business seeing as how you keep servicing Luigi and Pavi every time they make an appearance. Must be a privilege to screw both brothers and not end up in the graveyard. I guess you're tougher than everyone gives you credit for, Bonesy." I glared at him as he made a joke out of my constant encounters with the infamous Largo brothers, none of which were pleasant, along with my much-hated nickname he'd given me about six years ago when we'd ran into each other in the same graveyard. I kept the menace in my eyes only and greatly resisted the urge to slap him like I wanted to. I was brought out of my train of thought when one of the junkies on the ground near my foot twitched, made a strange sound and then tried to open their eyes. I groaned in frustration, unholstered my own Zydrate gun, loaded it, and shot the guy up before Graves could make a move to do so. I saw a smile spread over the guy's face as his eyes closed fully and I ran his pockets to find a bundle of credits that I slipped into my stitched pieced together messenger bag.

As soon as I stood up and holstered my gun, the rain was starting to slow to a mist, and I shivered involuntarily from the sudden sharp wind that blew through the alley. Graverobber then threw his stitched trench coat over my shoulders and pulled my dreads out from under it. My inky blue painted lips slid into a smile, showing my perfectly white teeth as I looked up at him to see his black lips curled into a wide smile; nowhere near resembling the smirk he always wore. It was then I noticed that his hands were on my shoulders and began rubbing my arms to keep me warm.

"I thought you never showed your multifaceted personality in public. Thought it was bad for your tough guy image," I said jokingly.

He chuckled in his baritone voice. "It is bad for my image, but no one's around except you and me, so who really gives a damn?"

"I sure as hell don't, but you know I have to keep up my reputation as well. Don't want people thinking I've gone soft suddenly."

His grin got mischievous at that moment and his oh-so-hot blue eyes glinted. "I'll show you who's soft," and he backed me into a dark corner where anyone who happened to walk by wouldn't see us unless they were actually looking, and took possession of my lips with his own in a kiss that felt like my own personal high. Our tongues began to battle for dominance as he slid his hand slowly up on my black fishnet thigh-highs onto my bare thigh, causing me to moan into his mouth. The moan quickly turned into a heated gasp as he went under my skirt and grinned knowingly, breaking the kiss. "Hmm… feels like velvet. I'd have to say, red?"

I turned a sinister smile back at him. "You could always guess what I'm wearing, but if you really wanna find out, let's get out of the rain first."

"Aye to that, my dear," Slipping through the various streets and avoiding the patrolling cops all the while had become second nature for both of us as we made it back to our out-of-the-way, seemingly abandoned house that could only be accessed from the back door. Don't want anyone to think that someone's living there. The rain had picked back up again, this time in a torrential downpour that left us both utterly soaked to the bone by the time we'd gotten to the carefully hidden back door of our place and gone inside. Shedding his trench coat, I hung it on the makeshift coat rack by the small kitchen and slipped my boots off while he did the same. He took this moment to really take in my choice of clothing for the evening. "I must say that you sure know how to pass yourself off as a scalpel slut, even though you've never had surgery in your life. I still have yet to figure out how you grave rob in those get-ups." He threw his own boots next to the back door and they landed on top of mine.

"Satisfy me tonight and I just might tell you that little secret," I teased as I bolted to the one bedroom that we shared even though it was pitch black in the house.

"Challenge accepted," and he was right behind me in a flash, practically pushing me into the bedroom and throwing me onto the bed, which was one hell of a turn-on. I landed on my back with him on top of me and claiming my lips again with the same intense kiss as in the alley. Not wanting to hold back our feelings like we had to do in public, we unbuckled each other's belts then threw my leather miniskirt and his leather pants into a heap on the floor. His long-sleeve gray shirt and my long-sleeve black fishnet shirt soon followed, leaving him in his white boxers and socks and me in my black stockings and red undergarments. "I knew it; red all the way." He grinned while observing my bra and panties.

"Why don't you stop staring and just take them off me already, or do I have to do it for you?" I loved provoking him into stripping me nude and he always took the bait, but never complained. I think it turned him on even more. In turn, I pulled his boxers off with my teeth, all the while stroking his length until he achieved a full erection.

"Ohhhhh, I love it when you do that, baby," he half-moaned as he moved his skilled hand to my already-wet core and began stroking me lightly.

"Ahh, you always did know how to turn a girl on, honey," I said through the sigh of ecstasy that escaped my lips.

He leaned in closer and kissed me again. "You're the only woman I ever want to turn on like this. Everyone else is just business." I could see the seriousness in his face despite the darkness and that was the first time he'd ever said anything like that to me in the four years we'd been together. I knew that the sexual exchanges were just forms of payment for zydrate and that Graverobber didn't give a shit about any of it, but I never realized that I was the only one he truly wanted. Of course, I felt the same way towards him, but never admitted it.

"You're the only man I've ever enjoyed and loved having inside me. Fuck everyone else."

"Well then, I'll take that as an invitation." He pulled a fresh condom out of his pants pocket, slid it on over his erection, and slipped inside my dripping center like the numerous times before, except now it meant more to both of us than it had in the past. We started at a slow rhythm just to enjoy each other for a while then cranked it up to rough sex as he pounded into my sweet spot over and over again until I had an orgasm that caused my whole body to convulse and my back arched sharply. After I slowly came down from my other high, I noticed that he had pulled out just before his orgasm and he shook almost violently above me as he sunk his teeth into my neck until he came back to Earth. I gasped with pleasure as my lover let go of my neck and I could feel the blood running down my skin and dripping onto the sheets.

"I always knew you were a blood drinker." I teased as he licked his dark lips and smiled down at me.

"Your blood tastes almost as good as your other juices, my dear. Nothing can compare to the high that you give me." He kissed me once more with my blood on his lips before rolling over, pulling the condom off, and going into the bathroom that was off the bedroom to throw it out. I heard the water running and knew he was washing his make-up off since he never slept with it on except when needing to take quick refuge in a dumpster. He emerged about a minute later with a towel and used it to wipe up the blood on my neck and on the sheets from earlier.

"I suppose we should get some sleep since we don't have to go out until dusk," I suggested, pointing out the fact that the sun would be up in a few hours.

"Agreed, but before we pass out and since I obviously satisfied you, you gonna tell me how you rob graves in those clothes you willingly strut around in?" he asked. I had to giggle at that since I'd almost forgotten about the challenge that I'd given him, thanks to that fabulous orgasm.

I moved my fingers to the wound on my neck, dabbed up some of the blood that was still dripping and licked it seductively off my fingers before answering: "Practice, honey. Just practice." He smirked at my reply. "That and wearing skirts makes it easier to run from the cops and Repo Men faster. You should try it sometime."

He snorted loudly and pulled me close to him. "I would say you can go to Hell before that happens, but we're already there. I'll stick with the pants, thank you." He gave me one more mind reeling kiss then curled up next to me to fall asleep.